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moldycrustyvoldy · 2 years

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Lesson 2: Writers = Humans; you Pieces of shit

There better be reblogs with fucking memes of crying children or I’m gonna be pissed. Anyway toodaloo :))))))))))

Today’s Lesson: What is a Fanfiction Writer/Creator? I Think They Might Be a Human with Feelings Too?!?!?!?

Hold up. Wait. Hold the phone. The master behind the words on your screen are people too? Somebody call fucking Einstein cause this shit is a revelation. Like the words how make me giggle with teeth-sickening cotton candy fluff, and the words that make me fucking sob until I’m nauseous and can’t breathe let alone make it through my day are written by people? HOLD. THE. PHONE. 😧

I know you guys are absolutely losing your marbles. But I’ve got something that’s gonna rip this fandom (jegulus fandom in particular im staring at you) apart. Guess. Just guess.

Do people have feelings too?!?!? WAIT. So they write and have lives? They’re not just waiting all day 24/7 for me to demand a new AU or prompt for them to write or create? WRITERS HAVE JOBS? FAMILIES? KIDS? They cry and smile too? They go through trauma and happiness and all the emotions???? They need breaks??? SDIHFSIEUFBOEFHCNOWEHVOWEVBNWEVOV THIS IS FUCKING BREAKING NEWS RIGHT?!?!🤯

Okay for those of you who cannot breathe right now, it’s okay, I know this information is a lot. You’re stupidity will pass I promise. Let me rub your back with your consent (consent what's that???) as we take deep breaths together.

Alrighty assholes, stop fucking breathing im tired of rubbing your fucking back. As soon as this fandom got bigger (jegulus fandom), people started acting like it was commissioned writing. “You tell me and I’ll write word for word.”

I think we’re having some trouble comprehending this. Let’s break it down with an example shall we?

Fay (she/her) had just joined the marauders fandom after being kicked out of the Star Wars fandom for god knows what. She’s a perfect little angel, isn’t she? So Fay decided to explore the marauders corner of ao3. Suddenly, she doesn’t find the specific “Star Wars au, wolfstar, hurt no comfort, no guns or physical/emotional pain allowed” fic. What a tragedy!! So Fay decided, “you know what? let’s harass ASK my favorite wolfstar author until they write my fic!!”

If you’re like Fay, SHUT THE FUCK UP.

I WILL EXPLAIN THIS ONCE AND ONCE ALONE.

Authors are not puppets. Authors are not puppets. Authors are not puppets. Authors are not puppets.

I HAD TO SAY IT 4 FUCKING TIMES BECAUSE CLEARLY IT GOES IN ONE EAR AND WRIGGLES ITS SLIMLY LITTLE ASS OUT THE OTHER EAR

If you haven’t noticed or it hasn’t gone through your pea-sized brain yet, this is a hobby for writers. HOBBY.

(Noun) “an activity done regularly in one's leisure time for pleasure.”

and if you’re really stupid here’s an example, "her hobbies are reading and gardening.”

OMG look, you learned a new word!!! Congrats!! auggie is so proud of you. 🥳🥰😝🥰🤪😘🤪

But can we handle one more word? Let’s try.

“A fanfiction is a story created by someone who earns no money* and still share it with the community.”

Why don’t we try summarizing what we learned today?

NO MONEY = FREE

HOBBY = SOMETHING YOU DO FOR FUN

AUTHORS = PEOPLE WITH FEELINGS = NOT PUPPETS

If this lesson was hard for you to understand, honey you are the problem. I’ll be back to run your asses through the fire again later!

Notes:

Technically there’s a fine line when it comes to “kicking out of a fandom”. It’s a very broad term. I know some people will come at me with your little questions and what not. In a fandom you cannot necessarily be “kicked out”. Yes you may be blocked but other members cannot just take away your internet access or interest and stop you from enjoying it? I mean it more as a general statement, as a whole. If you’re getting “kicked out” for valid reasons you fucked up bro, not the fandom.

AND I know absolutely nothing about the Star Wars fandom, so don’t ask me random questions I don’t have opinionated or hc answers to.

**I’m not getting into the money shit with you guys because that’s a fucking hole I would never want to die in so as a general statement for our purposes, most of the fanfiction authors earn no money for their creative talents*

#where are my screaming and crying baby gifs???#i need them now #anyway #stop being a bitch you little undesirable piece of shit #like it's literally a fandom #A FANDOM #what the fuck is wrong with people #like you're probably on the internet for fun right now just scrolling along your fucking page #does it really bring you any measurable amount of fucking joy to hurt other people #especially when they're scrolling or writing or creating for fun just like you?#you don't like it #leave #auggie's daycare #toxic fandom #jegulus #marauders #writing #marauders fanfiction

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jancys-blue-bayou · 6 years

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ok I have a prompt, here it goes: I started dating this guy (now we are married btw) and I knew that he was already in love with me but I didn't know how much until we made out and I went down on him. I barely touched him with my mouth and he looked like he was had the best sensation ever lol. It was cute and I have this feeling that the same happened with jancy? because nancy is just too much for him? I'd love to see a fic about it. xx

A/N: First off congrats on the marriage! Second of all thanks for the great prompt, third of all sorry it took forever lmao. I also received a prompt to write a fic about @iamthethumperanon’s 51st headcanon and combined that with this.

Also on Ao3!

Jonathan loves her. She knows that. Because he told her he does, last week. And Jonathan doesn’t say stuff like that without meaning it. And she loves him. She knows that. And he does too, because she’s told him too. She really really does. She loves his bravery, his strength, his humor, his caring nature, his intellect. She loves how his mind works, how his embrace feels. How his lips feels against hers.

So she presses hers to his again, again and again. They’re in her bedroom, he snuck in through the window like he does most nights, the nights she’s not the one to sneak in through his. She’s got him up against her bedroom wall, his black t-shirt stands in stark contrast to the soft pink of her wallpaper but he fits right in anyway. His dark-blue sweater which she’s already worked off of him lies carelessly tossed on the floor by her nightstand. He pulls her in, up closer to him so she’s pressed up against him as they continue to make out. She loves that about him too, when he pulls her in so close, when he wants her right where she wants to be.

He tugs at the hem of her nightgown, riding it upwards. That in itself makes her heart beat faster. She counters by pulling his t-shirt up, momentarily breaking away from his lips to pull it over his head and toss it aside. Their lips crash together again. She runs her hands over his lean but built chest. He tugs at her nightgown again and this time she lets him pull it up and off of her. His eyes widen, like they always do when he sees her like this. He looks at her like she’s some kind of beautiful marvel and it makes her heart flutter. He kisses her again with new fervor and places his hands at her naked hips, ready to gently lead her to the bed. But she gently pushes him back into the wall, because she wants to try something new, something they haven’t tried before. He’s very adept at turning the focus on her, on her pleasure. He’s told her he loves making her feel good. And by God, he’s damn good at it. She loves making him feel good too. He insists she does it all the time. But she wants to turn the focus completely on him now.

She unbuttons his fly and presses little kisses to his chest and stomach as she crouches down, pulling down his pants. His breath hitches a little when she plants a kiss just below his bellybutton. There’s a noticeable bulge in his boxers. She can’t resist clasping her hand on it through the thin fabric. It elicits a soft moan from him which makes her look up at him. He’s staring down at her with, looking almost like he’s holding his breath. She pulls down his boxers.

His cock is sort of halfway between slack and hard. As soon as she grips it with her hand it grows rapidly in size and hardens. Another soft moan escapes him. She looks up at him, meeting his gaze as she starts to jerk him. His eyes, the way he looks at her, is everything. The way he sounds, moans, shudders too. Like his gaze it’s so soft. She’s done this before, she knows exactly what to do to get him rock hard right away. She places her lips around the tip of it. She hasn’t done that before. She instantly regrets she hasn’t before. Because he looks at her like it’s the best sensation he’s ever felt. She takes more of him in her mouth, keeping eye-contact. He looks at her with awe. His moans are still soft but there’s something more there. So much more.

”Oh fuck, Nance… oh fuck…” He murmurs as she starts bobbing up and down on his hard cock.

He’s usually so soft-spoken. But during sex he gets sweary. It really turns her on, it’s such a noticeable change in him. She slows her tempo, wanting to elongate his pleasure. And to try and takes as much of him in her mouth as she can. She can’t take her eyes off him so she doesn’t miss it when he momentarily shuts his eyes and lets out another, bigger moan. He opens his eyes again, keeping eye-contact with her and looking totally transfixed. He has one hand against the wall behind him, palm pressed to it like it’s the only thing keeping him upright. With the other he reaches out and gently tucks some hair behind her ear.

”Oh fuck, oh fuck, Nance I’m gonna-”

He’s sweet enough to give her a completely unnecessary warning. She could tell exactly where it was headed. She doesn’t back down, quite the opposite. Increases the tempo, sucks harder to send him careening over the edge. She’s curious. His warm cum fills her mouth. She swallows. It tastes… not bad, not great, kind of hard to describe. But the act itself turns her on. To have him in her mouth, to stare up at him as she swallows. It really is everything, the way he looks at her.

She gets up from her crouching position. He gives her a hand and pulls her in close and kisses her with passion. She lets out almost a little squeal right into his mouth, excited about his eagerness.

”That was amazing. You’re amazing,” he murmurs when they break apart for air, resting his forehead against hers.

”You’re hot,” she informs him. Because she’s discovered he really needs to hear it, for some reason he didn’t know that.

”You too,” he murmurs back and captures her lips again. He slips his tongue in her mouth, she meets it with hers and knows that he can taste himself on her now and if not that is amazing and hot she don’t know what is.

He pulls her in real close and takes a firm hold around her hips, then slides his hands down to her thighs and lifts her up. She throws her arms around his neck and lets out a squeal of delight. He walks over to her bed and gently lays her down on it. He adjusts her so her ass is right by the side edge of the bed. He gets down on his knees, and goes to town. She remembers the first time he went down on her. Vividly. They were… well they were up to… stuff, and he shyly asked permission. Said he was curious. And wanted to make her feel good. She nodded, surprised, nervous and excited. Steve had never done that. Never asked. She’s not sure if the thought ever even crossed his mind. But it crossed Jonathan’s. And that’s one of the many reason she loves his mind.

That first time, when he finally pulled his face up from her pussy and looked her in the eyes he asked her if it was good. She thinks the fact that she had to take a deep breath to steady herself and clear her throat before answering told him all he needed to know really. But she in any case for good measure told him the truth – that it was great. Now once she’s felt his tongue down there, she can’t fathom how she survived so long without it there, without him here with her. She runs her fingers through his hair while he runs his tongue over her clit.

After; after he’s made her… well not call out his name – her parents are asleep a few doors down – but made her repeat it over and over in a hoarse whisper as he took her over her edge and beyond; they lay under the covers. She feels totally spent in the best way possible. She lies with her head in the crook of his neck and listens to his steady, even breathing. Peering up at him she observes him for several moments, he’s just staring out into space. She brings him out of it with a kiss on his cheek.

”What are you thinking about?” She gently asks. He looks at her.

”You,” he answers.

Yes, the way he looks at her truly is everything.

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