I have a question for the fanfic writers among you: How do you treat your work in progress when a very similar story is put out there? Do you go on writing - in the spirit that everything is unique in its own way - or do you abandon the piece - in the spirit of preventing 'superfluous' contributions?

Let's add a further wrench into the process by saying the recently published work by another author, so similar to your own, seems so much better written than your own (granted we are always our own worst critics). Where do you go with that?

Maybe this is a question for readers, too. Do you mind reading similar works/story lines?

Shes so attractive for what

:commission:

milf blake au returns with a bang ;)

some trout patches in my shop 🐟

Yang has a bit of a reputation for sometimes pushing a little further than she probably should, and Weiss would be wincing if it didn’t seem as if Blake was enjoying this. There’s no real annoyance in her tone, gait light and clear as she argues back and forth, now going for a shove of her own. Actually, she looks—well. Happy to be arguing in the first place.

They’re partners—of course they’re bound to be close—but this suddenly seems different in some way. Weiss thinks, huh.

Yang dodges the counterattack and adds, “Plus, you’d miss me if I stopped.”

She might have won after all. Blake doesn’t seem to have a reply, and they continue on in silence. Weiss catches the barest glimpse of Yang’s smug smile as she turns her head, warm and far too pleased with herself to be healthy. Blake never denies it, and as they continue on, Yang’s smile only grows wider.

Huh, indeed.

I would like to go to the seaside and just sit quietly

bumbleby enjoyers please listen to April by Beach Bunny....

oh to be secretly in love with your best friend!!!!

drawing bumbleby today like this

fixed it >:))

bumbleby in the brain today... yes....

falin holding cat!izutsumi like jesus holding a lamb

Eclipse of the Sun in Venice in July 8, 1842 by Ippolito Caffi.

I wish rainbow trout flew around in the skies so I could release them like doves at my wedding.

Miss. Blake Belladonna

*we're talking about ripe, juicy tomatoes: