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Be warned that whatever you think is ick, it's there. If you think gore is ick, it's there. If you think m/m or f/f is ick, it's there. If you think LGBTQIA+ is ick, it's there. If you thinks m/f is ick, it's there. If you think a red rose is ick, it's there. If you think a spoon is ick. It. Is. There.
Or assume so.
At this point in life, and the rampant sense of entitlement from readers, I feel inclined to put 'Dead Dove' on everything I write. I really can't give a flying rat's hoot of whether or not I have oh-so-many readers that would ooh and aah-ed over what I wrote because they were deterred by the 'dead dove' tag.
People are icked by many different things, and you expect me to comply at all times. You whine when there's no warning, you whine when there's warning. How about you go ahead and write something yourself and tag them however the hell you want them?
Or how about when you see 'dead dove' - scroll away. Put your phone down. Walk out the door. Step on some grass. Get a drink of water.
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...you mean like when I have that scene inside my head laid out so beautifully from start to finish and can actually type them all out in under an hour (misspellings and typos notwithstanding)?
Yes, I started writing fanfics at 7 years old. In English (second language -- what grammar?). It was a Hello Kitty/Sanrio family fic. On a typewriter that is older than I (by some 20 years. I shit you not. It was my dad's and he'd used it on his dissertaion 20 years before I was born).
Unfortunately neither mom or dad were good organizers. I lost that fic (and many others) when we moved to another, smaller house...
No, I can't rewrite it. It's literally and factually 39 years ago. đĽ˛
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If an actual human dude write this condescending letter to *Diane Duane* - of all people, I'd suggest him to follow the yellow brick road off a cliff.
Since it's obviously AI, served to teach me that:
AI *WILL ALWAYS* sound condescending, regardless of the prompt, that even I, an AuDHD, would cringe at.
Why? Because it has a preprogrammed self-righteousness that implies it will 'never be wrong', and has no empathy. Because 'right'-ness is qualitative, but empathy has no direct and fixed binary pathways.
So next time you get a comment that's lowkey condescending, chin up. Somebody had to resort to use AI to get you to be interested in them. Do NOT give them the attention, or just laugh at them like Ms Duane did. đ
The one outcome that Jason had not realized when he started the 'Book of Matches' project is that Tim and Damian ended up getting along so, so well to the point where even Bruce started to be concerned.
If asked, Jason would admit that it was his fault. He decided that neither Tim or Damian have enough imagination powers to make plots - unlike Dick who has enough imagination for six people, or his ability to bridge the scenes in Dick's brain using words; and therefore they are assigned to create the artwork. He'd figured that with Tim's background in photography, and Damian's background in painting, they would kill each other before book 1 was finished.
They did not. Their artwork consisted of a random-yet-involved photo with either digital or conventional paint overlay or a collage of photos with hand-painted frames. âŚOr at least that's what Jason heard from the two of them when they first explained it to him in a jumble of words like 'exposure', 'ISO', 'laminate', 'etching' - and stuff like that. Whatever those means. The end result was quite fascinating, a little difficult to mass-print to the point where Damian had demanded Bruce to buy him a customized printing press specifically for the job of printing the first thousand copies of the first book.
No, Bruce did not give him a printing press, he instead acquired a small print company and upgraded their machine. They have been exclusively printing Matches' books on order since then.
"Are you sure they will not maim each other on the way there?" Bruce asked, right after Tim's car left the driveway.
Jason rolled his eyes as Dick snorted a laugh.
"Bruce, they're going to Bret's for photography and art supplies. They're not going to the Middle East to start world war three!" Dick quipped.
"I may consider being more⌠or less antsy if they were going to start a war against somebody else, though," Bruce mused whimsically. "Alas, I didn't raise psychopaths. So how's your book going, Jay?"
Jason sighed dejectedly. "It's⌠going. Those two decided that since I've reached three-quarters of the book, they should start the artwork." he said.
"The problem is that we haven't found an ending." Dick pointed out.
"No, no, no. I have found an ending. Richard here didn't like the ending and wants it to be a little moreâŚ" Jason waved his arms dramatically. "âŚcolorful!"
"Well, yeah! Your ending is such an anticlimax the sun went back to sleep!"
"It's called a noir genre, Richard, it's not supposed to have extraterrestrials in it!" Jason snapped. Dick and Bruce exchanged glances. "Oh, no. No no no no no. I am not putting aliens in my book!"
Bruce cleared his throat, a little hesitantly. "Well, I have only read the outline, so I can't comment on the details. I don't think that the ending is bad, just a little cliffhanger-y, I think? Why did the dame insisted that Matches was her soulmate when she'd been married to Harvey for so longâŚ"
"People change? Also there's the disfigurement accident?" Jason offered. "Oh, he's now Henry, not Harvey. And she's Josie."
"They split long before the accident happened, which was why she was suspected in the first place?" Bruce countered. "And why can't Matches find evidence that she was the culprit? Even with clouded judgement, Matches should be able to find something, not nothingâŚ"
"Somebody else covered her tracks?" Jason reasoned. "Oh, and also, he's back at being a lawyer."
"Who?"
"I⌠don't know yet⌠âBut definitely not aliens!"
"Harvâ sorry, Henry was a prosecutor, now a corporate litigation lawyer - which is another word for white collar criminal lawyer. He would know a lot of criminals from all levels of life. Yet his first thought was his ex wife, and because he assumed Gilâ uh, what was the ex wife's name?"
"Josie," Dick replied. "yeah, but this is the guy with like, 98% win rate."
"How many of the 98% are from his prosecutor days?"
Dick and Jason exchanged glances. "Quite a lot. But you've got to remember that Alsets usually come with built-in camera and motion sensor alarms. A stranger would not be able to get near without getting photographed and said photo would be sent to the cloudsâŚ" Dick explained.
"No, not true. I've actually broken in to several Alsets just for kicks. Their cams are literally placed in the same places - no backup cams. You spoof one, you can spoof them all. And I didn't mention if Josie was seen in the cloud pic storage or not."
"You've done what now??" Bruce demanded.
Jason shrugged nonchalantly. "Hey, it pays to keep one's skills sharp, especially with the new car models."
Bruce sighed. "Just let me know if you need bail money," he remarked dryly. "Still remains the question of how did Henry's Alset get sabotaged."
"Maybe Matches was the one sabotaging it?" Dick said. "Matches didn't mention how long it had been since he'd last seen Henry."
"He didn't, did he? Should I put in a few years or something? How long would it take for a 3rd degree burn wound to heal, anyway?"
"with modern technology and skin grafts, a year. Maybe not 100%, but it would not be a harsh disfigurement enough to make people wince," Bruce inhaled. "You are hitting it far too close to home, by the way."
"I'm planning to actually go to Harvey before I publish and have his thought. I'm absolutely willing to pay him, too."
"Yeah, I thought you would. Don't give him more than 5%, he's still incarcerated and isn't allowed to profit from his crimes."
"Yeah, this is still Gotham and I'm sure Harv still has financial backup stashes all over the rats' hole in this city."
"Those are his assets," Dick replied lazily. "Bruce meant income, if you pay him, that's an income. As a lawyer, he should know of this, but never hurts to remind him just in case."
"In case he unleashed hi goons to put a twin bullet in my head?"
"Yeah, that, too."
"He's notâŚ" Bruce caught himself and smirked. "Okay, maybe he would. But knowing Harvey, he'd be honored to be in there."
Jason groaned and stretched, "yeah, well, all things considered, at least I can be sure that the artwork for this book is gonna be stellar. Tim and Damian teaming up.. 'chef's kiss'!"
"Would also be a massive treat for the fans," Dick nodded.
"âŚor rift-breaker â we're literally the only novel writers who are constantly on display in tabloids!" Jason snickered. "I wonder what their headlines would be once somebody catch Tim and Damian in the same storeâŚ"
"'Breaking News: Tim and Damian Wayne spotted buying art supplies! Has Tim broken his ties with Jason?? Read it all on page 2!'"
"Page 2 is international newsâŚ" Bruce interjected absently. "Page 9 is tabloid."
"Everybody know Tim is loyal to me, you jerk - unlike you two himboes," Jason stuck out his tongue.
"By the way, what did Matches found when he investigated Harvâ Henry's car?" Bruce asked, a little incongruously.
"I told you, nothing!" Jason replied.
"But you said that Alset take photos of every human face and send it to the cloud account it's related to."
It finally dawned on Dick. "Was the cloud account empty?"
Now it clicked on Jason. "Damn, guys.." he pulled out his tablet and skimmed through. "Chapter 5, Matches told Henry that the cloud was empty." he admitted. "So external third-party it is. But still don't imply extra terrestrial activity!"
"This is Hagmoth, though, you can take your pick between extra-terrestrial to extra-normal to paranormal," Dick pointed out.
Jason glared at him scathingly. "Fine, I'll sleep on this and see which one of Hagmoth's ne'er-do-well would strike me. Hell, maybe even Tim's idea of making Matches the bad guy!"
writing fanfics has made me go out of my way to learn things and do deep research in ways no colleges, exams, jobs or other projects ever could. yes, itâs a hobby. but itâs also my love and passion. next time you say âfanfics are an unserious activity for kidsâ, I will actually bite you. no maâam, while kids certainly can enjoy writing fanfics, itâs sleep-deprived adults â with jobs and responsibilities, bills to pay, kids to raise, animals to take care of, battles to fight â who have built the fanfic community and always been the backbone of it since day one.
"I'm amazed that a tale can be born out of that mess," Dick quipped.
"If your brain can't keep up, there's the door!" Jason snapped.
"It's actually very comprehensive, read it out loud, Tim," Damian urged.
"We need a title," Tim replied.
"It's Chapter 1. Read the thing!" Jason retorted.
"Okay, geez!" Tim sulked. "Why does it always have to be me⌠ANYWAY! âŚno standard intro?"
"I think the whole world can recite the intro by now, Drake! And because you're the only one of us who can read with clear dictions without droning, slurring, or reading things that aren't there â just read it!" Damian snapped.
"Okay, fine!" Tim conceded, cleared his throat and started reading.
Not a stormy night, tonight; a little surprising since the barometer is broken. Maybe the pressure of the city is just too much for a $3 barometer. Need to buy a new one, just for the sake of having one installed, which should bring me a peace of mind in a world filled with injustices.
Just finished a case - and by finish I mean the cheque has been cleared. The missing loot was discovered - as suspected, this was an insurance fraud. Good thing the insurance company was actually willing to pay my bills. Granted, it would have cost them millions rather than my several thousands.
The downstairs bell rang. A client? But this is fairly still too early in the â oh, never mind. It is only 1800 hours. A while still to dinner. Perhaps this client is a dame who would like to share a dinner with me!
"I'm not sure about that part⌠Matches wanting to ask a girl out to dinner?" Dick scowled as he interrupted.
"I agree, that sounds more like you, Todd," Damian smirked.
Jason sighed dejectedly. "Heathens, you all. Fine, I'll cross that out."
"I didn't object," Tim piped in.
"No, because you know that's exactly how Jason asked you out," Dick pointed out.
Tim shrugged, ignoring the blush creeping up on Jason's face. "Yeah, okay, fair. I'm a bit biased. Shall I go on?"
"More than biased? You're also not impartial, butâŚ"
"No, heathen, the reading," Tim cut Damian off.
"Oh that, yes, of course."
"I would probably liked a little more context on that case he'd just solved, like maybe link it with the current one?" Dick suggested, "But go on, Timmy, sorry for interrupting!"
Tim nodded. "Right, so," he paused, looking for where he left off. "âŚ'A while still to dinner.' - I'm skipping 'Matches'' wishful thinking about the nonexistent dame and am going to where he'd reached the door.
I hesitated slightly before I opened the door; am aware that my footsteps are heavier than Alfred's, but nonetheless that should not have lead the person at the other side of the door to have heard of my coming downstairs. Logic has it, he or she would be impatient enought to ring a second time.
But there was no second ring. I took a deep breath, and opened the door.
A man in his mid- to late-30s standing with one of his arms half-raised, as if he was going to knock on the door instead. I fear he might have heard me gasp - for the side of his face was visibly deformed, there was no skin, only muscles and sinew. Teeth showing in the corner of his mouth that should have been covered by his lips.
I do, however, know the man.
"Harvey," I greeted. "Long time no see."
"Matches," the other man growled.
"Harvey don't usually growlâŚ" Dick interrupted. "His voice is a tenor, short of being a little whiny as far as I'm concerned. And you can't use 'harvey'," he reminded.
Jason waved his hands in frustration. "I know! That's just a placeholder so I would remember his character and won't suddenly place a hook in his hand or something!"
"ANYWAY!" Tim snapped. "Continuing!
"âŚthe other man growled, and did not even wait for an invite before he pushed past me and walked in. "I need your help. Yesterday." he said shortly before slumping into the nearest armchair.
"That's Harvey, alright, my old law school buddy. He would make it to graduation, I did not. We were running in our own happy little corners until his electric vehicle was sabotaged and ruined his life some five years ago. From then onward, his life changed from an up-and-coming Defense Attorney to an overzealous prosecutor."
"I'm okay with the EV sabotage, but the law school is cutting it a little too close to home." Dick commented again. "also reverse roles? The real Harvey would have a go at our respective necks in no time!"
"Matches also had attended FLETC, the federal agents' training program, why not place Harvey there?" Damian suggested.
Tim looked at Jason, who glared back at him as if it was his fault. "I'll note it down," he offered.
"I'm just thinking if there is any other place that I've written that implied Harvey's legal job and how to switch them to federal agency stuff," Jason replied. "But yeah, note it, please."
"He can still be a pencil pusher turned field agent?" Dick suggested. "Or a field agent to a morgue assistant? Do they have to have medical degrees as an assistant? I dunno, we have to check."
"I'm leaning more toward analyst to field agent, the latter could exploit his being ruthless or vice versa." Damian commented.
"I'll take vice versa, field agent, due to disfigurement, he ends up as an analyst and isâŚ" Jason paused with a slight smirk, "âŚdare I say it⌠anal about his job," he grinned impishly.
Damian and Tim rolled their respective eyes. Dick snorted a laugh. "Field to office it is, then, Timmy?"
"Right. Continuing," Tim nodded after making some notes into the document.
"What help, Harv? The last time you asked me for help was to assure your office romance that you were, in fact, single â which you were not; and to make sure that Gilda would never hear of it." I commented.
"Did she ever?" Harvey wanted to know.
"Ever what? Know about your fling? I'd say yes, she's not a dumb broad. But I didn't tell her anything, implied or otherwise," I have had to repeat this line over and over. There were allegations and insinuations that it was Gilda who sabotaged Harvey's car - the very cause of his disfigurement as he was trapped in the car after it caught fire - due to his infidelity. But I have never found any evidence of any tampering - let alone who might have done it.
Personally, I reckon if it had been Gilda who sabotaged Harvey's car, she would have left some kind of evidence to make sure he knows that it was her doing.
But then again, with the Alset brand of EV that Harvey owned, elaborate sabotaging is not necessary - one can sneeze wrong in that car and the entire vehicle would leap itself off the Spring Bridge."
"He's not wrong, thoughâŚ" Dick remarked lazily.
"Ouch," Damian cringed. "Your hatred of Alset is very palpable, GraysonâŚ"
"He's not wrong, totally. They gave me one for a trial and it overheats on a 90 degree day after being out in the sun for like, 15 minutes. I had to call Jay to pick me up because I don't want to be trapped in it." Tim shrugged.
"I thought you bought one?" Damian wanted to know. "What happened to it?"
"I bought one second-hand, it was trash. I reprogrammed it to a non-metal recycling machine. It's in the basement."
"Do I even want to know why you bought an Alset?" Jason demanded.
"It was practically given away for free. Like, I paid 200 bucks for it. Besides, we need a recycling bin." Tim shrugged nonchalantly. "So Harvey's Alset caught fire and burn half of his face?"
"Yes. Continue reading, please! Ohmigod, it's not like I have all day hereâŚ" Jason groused.
"Okay, fine!" Tim retorted.
Harvey rubbed his hand to his undamaged side.
"You will need to stop her before she kills me."
"I must have blinked, because he promptly scowled.
"You don't believe me."
Ăt's not that," I objected. "I mean, if she wanted to kill you, she could have done it so many times in so many method any day before today. Why are you stressed now, of all time?"
He sighed. "You don't understand⌠Gilda is⌠is not well. She has been deteriorating in the past years." He paused. "She has openly stated that she would kill me, numerous times, in public. And Matches, my friend, I want you to find the evidence that she has not."
I blinked slowly, digesting the statement. "Come again?" I queried. Gilda is an all-smoke, no fire kind of gal â or at least she was before finding out of Harvey's fling. Even if she had/did/would/shall kill Harvey, I would not be too surprised and mayhaps just wish for a lighter sentence for her on the defense of 'hell hath no fury' etc.
"I want you to convince the world that she has not been the one who killed me."
Tim inhaled and looked up. "Last sentence. What do we feel, guys?"
"We feel kind of hungry, not figuratively. And we want pizza!" Dick replied absently.
"It's in the oven, Dick, and you can smell them from the kitchen all the way up here. That's why you're hungry," Damian replied. "We don't have any action in this first chapter, yes? I'm good with the ending of the chapter, however - it is a sort of cliffhanger that's⌠still two steps away from the edge."
"I might want to elaborate more on the office romance stuff? I'm pre-pondering who this lucky/unlucky fling partner is? âŚalso why not kill her? âor him?" Dick commented.
"Because," Jason grinned. "The fling is with him."
Realization dawned on Dick's face. "Why Jason Peter Todd. That's⌠that's positively diabolical."
"What," Damian choked on his drink. "How dare you, Todd!"
Jason scowled. "I dared. And I'm not compromising."
"At least you can compromise that this affair will never be discovered by anyone else!" Damian demanded.
Jason tilted his head and cocked an eyebrow. "âŚdone deal. Shake on it?" he offered a hand to Damian.
"I ought to sever your hand. But I shall take solace in knowing that Matches' dignity will be preserved and he shall not be known as the housewrecker." Damian stated, taking Jason's hand and shook it.
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Get Published, they said; It'll be fun, they said.
Once upon a time, they decided - somewhat unanimously - that opening line of the book would always be the same. "Malone, the name is Matches Malone, and this is my life."
And Jason Todd wonders why the hell did he do it that way. And why the hell did it sell to the point of multiple reprints.
"Because it is out of the box, Todd, therefore it is fun," Damian Al Ghul-Wayne remarked when he heard Jason's grumble. "Common people like things that are out of their box; but knowing the consistence of its return is what they revere the most."
In retrospect, Damian is not wrong. Jason thought that he had cheekily stole the opening from Ian Flemming's 'Bond, James Bond,' and 'Jerseyized' it. Somehow the books flew off the racks and eBook vendors right off the bat - and the highest initial sales were in their hometown of Gotham instead of the publisher's first-release in Metropolis.
There were rumors that the eBook sales were so fast that they had temporarily killed several independent eBook stores. But Barbara Gordon, their 'bestie in tech', assured them that the sites - plural - were only down for a few minutes and she helped them by hosting them all in her company's eco-friendly servers.
"And therein lies the 'how the hell do we change this from first person to second or third?'" Tim Drake-Wayne groused.
"âŚjust add quotation marks, Timothy, it's not rocket science," Damian sneered. "Why do we have to change to second or third person?"
Tim rolled his eyes and groaned. "Why did we agree to do this, again?"
"Group therapy," Jason quipped. "Just to change the pace and get out of your proverbial box, Damian."
"I would like to pay for my own shrink so I can get out of this therapy thing, and actually I can, thanks," Tim snarked.
"But you never did and you're as deranged as we all are. So this is the best you're going to have in the short term." Damian replied thoughtfully. "Why do we have to follow tropes, by the way?"
Jason blinked. "Have to? Whaddya mean?"
Damian shrugged. "Protagonist, antagonist, protagonist's goals and weaknesses and whathaveyous. Why do we have to humanize everything and everyone when we know that there are people who are just⌠good or bad or neither. That most western people are selfish?" he stated.
"I propose we kill Malone." Tim still snarked. "And then revive him and make him the bad guy. And change the POV to second or third person."
"For what goal? Money? He has more money than god. Fame? He's individually famous in his Jones persona. He has no family, no friends other than a handful of ; 'associates', he's like Trump only on the side of humans. He has nothing to lose. How would he turn evil?" Jason argued. "And no, I hate writing in third person."
"You've got a pointâŚ" Damian mused. "But a person would want to have a goal at some point in life, not constant fight and fight and fightâŚ" he trailed off as he caught his two brothers' blank glare. "âŚright. But this not father's biography. Anyway!"
"No it's not, at least Bruce has anchors." Dick Grayson, their oldest brother, piped up as he walked in. "How about you write in first person, and we'll see if we can rotate the POV to third person?"
"So we make an anchor for Matches or what?" Jason demanded. "Like, seriously, guys, this is our third book. We should have gone further than this single plotline by this time." He added after a thought, "and hell no, you fuckers are more illiterate than a rock. You're not changing the POV."
"Writing is a creative process, Jay, you can't rush art," Tim quipped haughtily. He paused and glared at Jason rather menacingly, "you do realize that we're still writing the book with you, yeah?"
"Your point?"
"We're writing the book with you, Jason. How the hell are we illiterate?"
Dick smirked. "Because all three of us can only supply ideas and talk the ideas out. Jason is the only one of us who is verbose enough to turn those ideas into sentences that are understandable and comprehensive to the point where when an 'illiterate' would try to read the book, they'll be 100% more verbose than when they started."
"Verbose!" Damian snorted a laugh. "Grayson, did you take some herbal gummies?"
"Herbal gummies." Jason echoed. "We gotta put some of those in this. I mean, dude beats up people and gets beat up on daily basis, sometimes twice a day, and thrice on every other day; he's bound to have some⌠the what even now, Damian? 'Herbal' gummies?? Nobody called it that in like, ever!"
"Can't care less," Damian shrugged. "Whatever we put in, we will need to remember that our words matter. Each word we put in can change the world - at the very least, the world's view on a subject. We need to responsiblyâŚ"
"âŚhold up, slow down!" Jason retorted, scribbling frantically.
"I told you we shoulda ask Tam to help, at least she can shorthandâŚ" Tim commented.
"This is 2026, Timiny Cricket, whoever still use shorthands..?" Dick smirked.
"Courts, Richard, courts still use shorthands. And now I lost my train of thought." Damian grumbled.
"Quote, 'âŚwe need to responsiblyâ' what?" Jason read out loud from his notes.
"Right, well, 'Responsibly build a world that is close enough to reality while assuring the readers that beneath all those nastiness that is the City of Hagmot, there is hope - there is a light at the end of the tunnel that does not end in the proverbial Valinor⌠why are you making notes of what I'm saying??" Damian demanded.
"Because I want to, and because I can," Jason replied glibly. "And because I'm putting it in Matches' mouth. I'm not gonna change POV or kill Matches.
"Guys, we still have to make a plot," Dick reminded them. "Also that we have a deadline to submit the plot, and that deadline is next week."
"Soulmates," Tim remarked.
"Huh?" said three different sounds.
"Soulmates, I'm serious. That's the plot. Matches is approached by a man who lost his soulmate; but it turned out that he was allegedly a jerk and abusive and she has been hiding. When Matches found her, he knew she was his soulmate and was thinking of how to hide her. But he - the client - came up behind him, crying and all, and begging the girl not to leave. And pop - she shoot and killed him. So Matches was icked out and refused her. His heart was broken, but he hated that she flat out murdered the client."
"Personally, I'd pretend I didn't see where the bullet came from and blame it on one of Matches' rogue nemeses," Jason quipped. "But yeah, that sounds good."
"Agreed, in spite of his good intentions, Matches is still a misogynist at his core," Dick remarked.
"Really, Richard? You cannot sympathize with the woman at all? Matches is in the wrong with thisâŚ" Damian retorted. "But I don't disagree with the concept. Jason?"
"I'm putting the general outline into Ellipsus right now. I'll call you guys up when I'm done with the greater outline."
It's actually kind of cute and sweet when you can clearly tell that an amateur writer posting their stuff online doesn't really know how something would actually work in real life. Like ok you're probably a kid and it's understandable that you don't really have as much life experience as you've got confidence in the story you want to tell.
You'll get a 15-year-old first person narrating protagonist going like "I've got five older brothers and I'm the only girl so they're really protective of me :)"
like ok I'm guessing you're an only child, and that's sweet that you think that's how it works, but in a set-up like that, being the youngest of six and the only girl, the closest thing that they'd get to being attentive and protective of you would be giving you multiple sessions of intensive experimental exposure therapy to determine once and for all if a human being can develop an immunity to getting waterboarded.
in a set-up like that, being the youngest of six and the only girl, the closest thing that they'd get to being attentive and protective of you would be giving you multiple sessions of intensive experimental exposure therapy to determine once and for all if a human being can develop an immunity to getting waterboarded.
My cousin is the younges sister of 5 boys
If her brothers so much as looked wrong at her toys my aunt went medieval on their asses
She had to get through 6 fucking pregnanies and five boys to get her long desired daughter
You can believe that they learned to be protective of her
...Wouldn't that just make them more motivated to absolutely torture the obvious favourite, but only in ways that leave no marks and have no proof? When there's a will, there's a way.
what actually happens in my experience is Both. the baby gets the torture under the guise of "i have to prepare you for anything," and ALSO gets the "i'll break his legs if he looks at you sideways" protectiveness. i'm from a big family, grew up around big families, i have the One Girl in a sea of boys. i know another family where the only girl IS the youngest. she's over 18 now, but the whole time she was growing up i got updates from her mom (names changed to protect privacy):
"jackson is throwing her in the pool until she can fight him off," and "noah is sitting on her while she tries to watch a movie," and "jackson threw her favorite plush out the window," and "noah is holding her upside down by the ankles." (some of this they got in trouble for; some updates were in the vein of 'ah, siblings' and some were 'i just caught him doing this and grounded him')
and then sometimes THE SAME DAY we'd get
"emma cried and jackson gave her a hug and her favorite blanket and started a movie for her," and "emma didn't feel well and noah made me stop what i was doing and go to the store for crackers and gatorade just so she'd have her favorite flavors," and "emma was mad at a boy and jackson offered to kill him," and "emma won first place and noah spent $70 of his own money on flowers for her."
so what you end up with isn't a spoiled princess (unless the parents contribute to spoiling and resentment) OR a torture victim. what you end up with in that dynamic is a princess who can survive waterboarding and maybe thinks it's kind of fun. (emma is a classically trained ballerina who is now making a name on the entry-level pro-wrestling circuit.)
Age gap. It's the age gap that matters. If the youngest girl is only a year or two to the youngest bro (and thus, ten to the oldest), she's tortured. And said brothers WILL be protective of her against strangers in her teens. AND she'll be able to punch said stranger danger in the face without breaking her acrylic nails and her brothers will cheer her on.
If the age gap is a minimum of FIVE years against the youngest brother, the younger two will torture, the oldest two will nurture, the middle one will be.. eh. Middle one.
If the age gap is OVER five years (say, 6-7, by the time the baby is born, the youngest brother is already at school), babe, she'll be everyone's baby. And probably utilized by oldest bro as chick magnet.
Signed,
no direct older brother, but four cousins who's 15-21 yrs older, and yes, I was carried around as chick magnet by my oldest cousin. The girl he'd dated after she met me has been his wife since 1981 đ
Also the family dynamics, I guess. My fam is matriarchal and these are my mom's nephews from her oldest sis. Technically, in our family, I'm their 'little sis'.
In 2025, we responded to the infuriating influx of AI-generated slop in creative spaces with the following policy: Our Stance on GenAI. Given the significant developments in GenAI since last spring, we thought it was important to issue an updated statement and remind you where we stand. The TL;DR is that weâre more anti-GenAI than ever; please see below for our expanded policy for FTH 2026 and onward.
To start, let us firmly reiterate:
Generative AI has no place in FTH. It is not welcome here, under any circumstance.
Non-exhaustive list of unwelcome slop generators:
image generators like Imagen, Midjourney, and similar
video generators like Sora, Runway, and similar
LLMs like ChatGPT, Gemini, Claude and similar
vibecode generators like Copilot, Roo, Replit, and similar
audio generators like ElevenLabs, MusicLM, and similar
text editors like Grammarly that are known to be powered by LLMs
Starting this year, the following policies apply to all creators (including those in ROFL) and bidders, respectively:
For Creators
Participants found to have used generative AI to produce a fanwork, in part or in whole, for their bidder(s) will be permanently banned from participating in future iterations of Fandom Trumps Hate. This includes fan labor of all kinds.
We strongly advise (in FTH, but also more generally) that creators of all mediums keep some kind of work history, insofar as possible (we understand this may be more difficult for fan labor). You likely already do, intentionally or otherwise! Documenting your fanwork progress is one of the easiest ways to prove that your work is truly yours, should the need ever arise. To be clear, we don't require that you provide your bidder with intermediate stages of your fanworkâthat is entirely up to you.
For Bidders
Participants who deliberately introduce any AI-generated materials into the fanwork creation process (see below for concrete examples) will forfeit any unfinished portion of the won fanwork and will be permanently banned from participating in future iterations of Fandom Trumps Hate.
This includes (but is not limited to):
giving a creator an AI-generated prompt (of any medium) (e.g. requesting a fanfic based on an AI-generated image, generating a fanwork prompt using ChatGPT, etc.)
requesting fan labor be performed on AI-generated material (e.g. beta-reading a slopfic, getting help with a vibecoded workskin, etc.)
requesting a fanwork (of any medium) that is intended to accompany AI-generated material (e.g. cover art for a slopfic, photo manips of AI-generated images, podfics of slopfics, etc.)
feeding creators' fanwork(s) into a generative AI model
We are keenly aware that since last year, existing beloved tools and workflows have had unasked-for generative AI features forced into them, with varying degrees of transparency about whether or not they can be shut off or excluded. Our ask is that all participants make an effort to avoid using features known to rely on generative AI in anything even peripherally auction-related. Familiarize yourself with the tools you work with and use your best judgement; if a new feature would make your fanwork trivially easy for someone without your skill set to create, it may rely on generative AI.
A Reminder:
The more generative AI intrudes into creative spaces, the harder it becomes to distinguish between slop and human-made work, even to a trained eye/ear. We absolutely encourage everyone to educate themselves on how to get better at spotting it. That said, it can be very tempting to over-correct and default to the assumption that anything you come across with certain characteristics is AI-generated. We ask that everyone strive to assume that your fellow FTH participants are operating in good faith. Not every piece of text containing em dashes* was generated with ChatGPT; not every video with a cool, improbable-looking effect was generated with Sora; not every piece of audio with a noticeable skip or glitch was generated with ElevenLabs.
Please be kind to each other. If you suspect your fanwork or prompt contains AI-generated material, please reach out to the mods via email so we can address situations on a case-by-case basis.
We recognize this policy may seem unusually rigid in comparison to our others; most aspects of FTH operate on an honor system, and in general we try to be as flexible as we can in our policies to allow for the best experience possible for all FTH participants. This, however, is something we are not willing to be flexible on. We ask that you trust we have given this serious consideration and respect that while we are always willing to answer clarifying questions, we are not open to debate on this topic.
Why do we care about this?
We understand that there can (still, somehow) be contentious debate around the use of generative AI, we know individual people have their own reasons for being in favor of it, and we recognize that many people may simply be unaware that generative AI comes with any negative impacts at all. Regardless, we are firm in our stance on this for the following (non-exhaustive) list of key reasons in no particular order:
Over the years, weâve supported multiple environmental organizations doing important work to combat climate change, preserve wildlife, and advocate for renewable and sustainable energy policy changes. The increasingly massive computational demands of generative AI models are causing a spike in greenhouse gas emmissions, polluting the soil around data centers with hazardous e-waste, and gobbling up our already limited supply of fresh water (which we hear is critical to the survival of organic life or something). Using generative AI to produce a fanwork flies in the face of the work of every environmental organization we have supported to date.
negative, unregulated societal impact
Paramilitary-wannabes, among others, are leveraging AI to enable mass surveillance and commit unforgivable acts of domestic terror, primarily against already underprivileged groups. Using generative AI to produce a fanwork contradicts the efforts of all immigrant-justice related organizations weâve supported to date.
Actual creative work is being increasingly devalued, leaving writers, artists, computer programmers and many others unemployed at a time when inflation is high and housing costs are out of control.
Use of generative AI is enabling students to avoid learning, and even reducing brain activity in people who use it in lieu of doing their own research using standard search engines (a valuable skill to develop in its own right). Having a less-educated populace with lower critical thinking skills paves the way for political manipulation used by fascists everywhere.
The companies responsible for forcing generative AI into all aspects of our lives are helmed by increasingly right-wing tech bros who lack the capacity to care about who or what they may be destroying in the name of alleged technological âprogress,â and who leverage their over-inflated wealth and influence to effect major policy decisions (either via lobbying or by being directly hired to do so).
plagiarism and lack of artistic integrity
Most if not all generative AI models are trained on some amount of stolen work (across various mediums). They operate by taking massive amounts of data (much of which they do not have sufficient consent to use, in our opinion) and averaging it down into a uniform sludge. As a result, any output generated by these models is at worst plagiarized and at best extremely derivative and unoriginal. In our opinion, using generative AI to produce a fanwork demonstrates a lack of care for the craft, a lack of respect for the work of creators, and a lack of respect for your bidder and your commitment to them.
undermining our community-building impact
The pervasiveness and sheer volume of generated AI slop is skewing the perception of what kind of creative work is considered âpolishedâ or âprofessionalâ, exacerbating existing harmful implicit and explicit biases along the way and leading to an increasingly narrow (and boring) scope of what constitutes valuable creative work. This is bad news for creatives and consumers of creative works alike.
One of the best things to come out of the auction every yearâwe canât even call it a side benefit, because itâs so central to usâis that bidders and creators form collaborative relationships which sometimes even turn into friendship. Using generative AI undermines that trust and collaboration.
undermining the value of participating in FTH
Creators: bidders participate in Fandom Trumps Hate for the opportunity to prompt YOU to create a fanwork for them, in YOUR style with YOUR specific skill set. Any potential bidder is perfectly capable of dropping a prompt into a generative AI model on their own time, if they want something generic and soulless.
Bidders: creators participate in Fandom Trumps Hate to channel their creative energy into a force for good, enriching the available content in their fandom while supporting causes they care about. They are offering their time and talent to create something to YOUR specifications that YOU will love and appreciate. Any creator is perfectly capable of generating themselves an uninspired, milquetoast AI prompt to work from, if they wish.
Ideally, all who participate in FTH aim to play a role more significant than âunnecessary middleman.â We appreciate your taking the time to read this, and we hope some or all of our reasoning here resonates with you too.
Does it have to be fanfic or can it be fan art or comic?
Per the JayTim Week FAQ:
What kind of works do you accept?
All kinds of fanworks are acceptable! Fanfic, fanart, graphics, videos⌠The sky is the limit.
Our only exception is that we will not accept stolen work. Please do not repost other peopleâs creations!
People have made art and comics in past years, but as the FAQ saysâ the sky is the limit! Mood boards, fic covers, play lists, animatics, rec lists, emoji... as long as it's your own creation, you're good to go!
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Imagine⌠Bruce got a cat for his son Dick one day: little chubby brown-ish kitty that Bruce found on the street while one of his daily patrols as Batman. Furious, scared of everybody, anxiously hiding in the dark spots of the manor. He was called Jayson. Eventually it became more friendly and more clingy when it got used to his new owners. Eventually it ran away and both Dick and Bruce couldnât find it anywhere and assumed it died on the streets somewhere because Jay was known for its fights with other strays.
After this accident new cat started stalking Batman and Robin on patrol and eventually when they were at the manor: it was just sitting on windowsills and silently watching them through the windows and after sone hours was running back to the manor on the other side of the street. It was a while when black cat started to show more often - turned out its owners got killed and little fella became stray cat and was hanging around Wayneâs manor, starving and hiding from everyone, sometimes continuing to stare at the residentsâ routine through big manorâs windows. The other night Dick was getting home from patrol and find little predator sleeping under the bush beside Wayneâs manor sidewalk - it was too thin and looking like it was his last days because of how ill he looked like - Dick carefully took him home, introduced him to Alfred first and then to Bruce. It was called Tim.
After long treatment period cat got better, healthier, more energetic. Still little guy was hiding in the dark corners (looking like a void) but sometimes sleeping in sun puddles left by the sunlight from the windows.
Years passed by and Jason came back - bigger, chubbies and more feral. Bruce and Dick was happy with his return despite Jay was more edgy at the beginning but eventually became more chill and soft towards his previous owners, but not to the new intruder. Jay was aggressive towards Tim, was taking his sleep spaces, hissing at little guy, sometimes biting and scratching him leaving scars on his replacement. Months of hate turned to tolerance (or ignorance as you wish) and then into some kind of friendship (Bruce assumed?). Little buddies were sleeping side by side, licking each other wounds and loudly purring when around each other. Sometimes Tim was minding his own cat business - sleeping an the floor on the sunny day before one of the manors windows - and Jay casually walking to the Tim just to flop on top of him and got to sleep. First few times Tim was struggling to get from him but got used and now was purring with him in unison.