Another piece of Spunkle murder boyfriends au inspired by @bucksmommy
I think I'm obsessed
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Another piece of Spunkle murder boyfriends au inspired by @bucksmommy
I think I'm obsessed

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Hi! I have to admit that AO3 no longer feels like a safe space for me. I know that’s not the platform’s fault, but it still feels like a sanctuary for weirdos has been violated.
That’s why I started working on my own project: creating a safe space for authors and readers again. I’ve been part of the fanfiction community since before Wattpad even existed, and I can say -with a little pride- that I’ve witnessed the rise and fall of many fanfiction platforms.
My goal is simple: to create a place for us weirdos once again. A place built not just for posting fanfiction, but for building a real community.
This is a zero-judgment zone. No hate if you use grammar tools. No hate if English isn’t your native language and your writing isn’t “flawless.” No hate for writing what you love. This is simply a safe place to create, share your work, and connect with people who love fanfiction as much as you do.
And you know what? It’s almost ready.
So here’s my question: would you be interested in registering (completely free) and starting this new journey with me? A community built by fans, for fans.
would you be interested in registering (completely free) and starting this new journey with me?
YES
NO
hey so. don’t do this.
“coming from a place of respect” there is nothing respectful about a comment like this. this is exactly why I say witch hunt, speculations and accusations harm the writing community as much as ai does, if not more.
I am not saying “you’re an asshole if you think a fic is ai”. I have come across fics that I believe were ai-generated. but instead of asking (accusing) the authors, I make my own decisions whether I’ll continue reading for the benefit of the doubt or quietly exit the fics and look for something else to read.
because with every accusation like this, there’s always a chance of a genuine, innocent writer getting wrongly accused.
last but not least, fanfic writers do NOT owe you anything. they write for themselves and their own enjoyment. their ao3 accounts are their houses and they were kind enough to let you in their houses. for free. (you get to read things for free.) you don’t go into other people’s houses and tell them “actually I think the way you decorate your room is sus. did you actually do it yourself or did you ask a robot to do it for you?”. THEY 👏🏻 DON’T 👏🏻 OWE 👏🏻 YOU 👏🏻 ANYTHING. and I say this as someone who is not a fan of ai fics. if you don’t like what you’re seeing, quietly leave.
*the following is not about the fic in this specific post. in general, I still strongly believe people who let ai write for them should tag their works as ai accordingly. but if we want more people to be honest about it, we’ll have to stop shaming and harassing people who actually tag their ai-generated fics accordingly. harassment is never justified. not to mention, it will only make “ai writers” refrain from tagging their ai-generated works as such. and then there’s no way for anyone to know for absolute certainty if it’s ai. therefore the raise of witch hunt.
I already talked about this in another post because this is getting ridiculous. Stop harassing authors. If you’re like this, you don’t deserve to be part of the fanfiction community. You don’t deserve to enjoy our stories.
STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM AUTHORS AND WRITE YOUR OWN DAMN STORY.
This whole witch hunt based on completely random, personal "AI standards" has gotten past the point of ridiculous.
I write because I love it, in my own style and at my own pace. If I happen to be Italian, Chinese, Maori, or Russian, my syntax is obviously going to sound different to a native English speaker. That doesn't mean it's "wrong," and it definitely doesn't mean it was written by a robot.
People need to realize that not everyone on the internet is a native English speaker. Accusing international writers of using AI just because their phrasing feels a bit different to you is not only ignorant, but it's also incredibly discouraging for creators who are already putting in double the effort to share their stories for free.
hey so. don’t do this.
“coming from a place of respect” there is nothing respectful about a comment like this. this is exactly why I say witch hunt, speculations and accusations harm the writing community as much as ai does, if not more.
I am not saying “you’re an asshole if you think a fic is ai”. I have come across fics that I believe were ai-generated. but instead of asking (accusing) the authors, I make my own decisions whether I’ll continue reading for the benefit of the doubt or quietly exit the fics and look for something else to read.
because with every accusation like this, there’s always a chance of a genuine, innocent writer getting wrongly accused.
last but not least, fanfic writers do NOT owe you anything. they write for themselves and their own enjoyment. their ao3 accounts are their houses and they were kind enough to let you in their houses. for free. (you get to read things for free.) you don’t go into other people’s houses and tell them “actually I think the way you decorate your room is sus. did you actually do it yourself or did you ask a robot to do it for you?”. THEY 👏🏻 DON’T 👏🏻 OWE 👏🏻 YOU 👏🏻 ANYTHING. and I say this as someone who is not a fan of ai fics. if you don’t like what you’re seeing, quietly leave.
*the following is not about the fic in this specific post. in general, I still strongly believe people who let ai write for them should tag their works as ai accordingly. but if we want more people to be honest about it, we’ll have to stop shaming and harassing people who actually tag their ai-generated fics accordingly. harassment is never justified. not to mention, it will only make “ai writers” refrain from tagging their ai-generated works as such. and then there’s no way for anyone to know for absolute certainty if it’s ai. therefore the raise of witch hunt.
I already talked about this in another post because this is getting ridiculous. Stop harassing authors. If you’re like this, you don’t deserve to be part of the fanfiction community. You don’t deserve to enjoy our stories.
STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM AUTHORS AND WRITE YOUR OWN DAMN STORY.

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I’ll never forget the fanfic space on wattpad back in 2016-2017’ish where its culture was that writers would not post their new chapters until they reached x amount of votes (kudos) and comments. I mean I’d never judge anyone for how they chose to update their fics even though I didn’t agree with them. but like. it was the entire wattpad fanfic culture back then that made most writers believe they had to set these specific numbers of votes and comments that they must reach first before they posted the next chapters. so if you were on the fanfic corner of wattpad during that time, you’d most likely have seen fics where it said in the chapter something like “50 votes and 20 comments for the next chapter!” and it was literally the norm and so normalized that I didn’t see anything weird about it back then. but looking back, years after I’ve left wattpad for ao3, yeah that culture as a whole was weird and it shaped writers into thinking that they wrote for the sake of shallow engagement instead for the joy of getting to create, it shaped writers into thinking that their fics’ worth was decided and dictated by strangers’ approval. and then tiktok became a thing and this mindset continued. not to mention how wattpad is full of ads now unless you pay the site monthly for a premium, ad-free service.
so like. man, this is why I love ao3. there’s none of these capitalism or algorithm bullshit on ao3. just writers creating out of love and passion. everybody say thank you ao3
That is exactly it. Forcing readers to comment back on Wattpad was toxic, but what's happening lately isn't healthy either. Writing takes so much time and effort, and love shouldn't be a one-way street. It is so discouraging to pour your heart into a story, see the view count go up, and get absolutely nothing back.
This is exactly how the "silent reader" culture took over places like AO3.
Ever since internet culture sped up with TikTok, people have started treating fanfiction like Netflix. They binge a massive story, finish it, and just click next without thinking. They completely forget that a real person spent months writing that for free.
A lot of readers honestly think that leaving a kudos is enough, but they don't realize that to an author, a kudos is just a polite nod. A comment is an actual conversation.
Other times, people stay quiet just because they are shy or intimidated. They think that if they can't write a super smart, long review, they shouldn't say anything at all. But they don't realize that even a single heart emoji or a quick "I loved this" can make a writer's whole week.
Nobody should write just for praise, but wanting a little bit of human connection isn't begging, it's just wanting a community. The current culture has made readers kind of lazy. They want amazing, free stories on demand, but they find it too exhausting to type a five-second sentence to say thank you.
We literally went from an era where writers demanded way too much to an era where readers take writers completely for granted.
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Okay, I want to rant about something, and this post will probably be the death of me.
While scrolling through TikTok, I’ve been seeing more and more videos from creators hunting down fanfics they believe were written using AI. Before someone comments on this post with some bullshit, I want to make one thing clear: I’m against generating a story with AI and then posting it as if it were your own writing. If you use AI to generate a story, please tag it properly so people can either avoid it or read it knowing you simply gave the AI a prompt.
Now that that’s out of the way, I also want to say that this “witch hunt” is harmful and damaging. It’s making people afraid to post their work because they’re scared they’ll be accused of using AI just because they used an em dash or some other stylistic choice (guess what? I’ve been using em dashes since 2001).
The world of fanfiction was never perfect, but it was built by weirdos, and those weirdos created a safe space for one another. It’s genuinely saddening to see new writers who want to share something they created but are too afraid to post it because they’re worried about being accused of cheating. They might miss the chance to make someone’s day a little brighter with their story.
Please, for once, just be kind. This community was meant to be a safe space. Let’s not turn it into one where people are afraid to create.
Well said, bestie!
I’m not a native English speaker, and I rely on Reverso Context to look up this or that word. But obviously, my English isn't going to sound like someone who speaks it every single day. I might use an archaic term, or something out of context, or maybe I was just taught in school to build sentences a certain way, while slang dictates otherwise.
So what? Should I be publicly humiliated for it? Or because, once in a while, I happen to ask an AI, 'I know there’s a mistake in this sentence, it sounds off to me, but I can’t figure out where I’m going wrong'?
Since when did the fanfiction world become yet another battlefield where you have to prove something to total strangers just to be worth anything? Or worse, where people feel entitled to pass judgment on your life?
Thanks, but I’ve had enough. I fight every single day to claim my own space; I’m not going to let anyone take the world of fanfic away from me.
I think everyone needs to be reminded that one of ao3 creators is a wincest shipper, like stop acting surprised. You literally signed up for this free website with no ads and library database levels of organization and you are complaining.
There are real life places where fictional incest is illegal but you can still marry your cousin, maybe you should be fighting that instead of trying to censore fiction.
Also banning that also means no crimson peak, no frankstein, no game of thrones, no more gothic literature and no more gothic retelling and adaptions, etc.
Wait, there are people who didn't know?!

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103 F is 39.4 in Celsius btw stay safe everyone 💜
sometimes I’m reminded that there are still people who don’t know ao3 was literally created by incest shippers — and the site’s sole purpose is to 1. be completely against censorship and 2. host all kinds of dark, taboo fics that are banned on other platforms — and the first ever fic that was posted on ao3 was a fic about an incest ship from supernatural.
you are in the house that was created by freaks. for freaks (affectionate). every disgusting thing you can think of is rightfully allowed and welcomed on ao3, because they are exactly the reasons why ao3 was created in the first place.
ao3 was created because its creators got tired of censorship, they got tired of dark and taboo fics getting banned on pro-censorship platforms, and they wanted a place that was safe for ALL FICS THAT WERE DARK AND TABOO.
ao3’s main principle is being against censorship and being proship / profic.
there are some things in fiction that make me uncomfortable, but instead of shaming people who are just minding their own business and not harming anyone in real life, I choose to curate my own internet experience by blocking/muting what I don’t want to see. ao3 has excellent tagging system, so instead of being a bitch, use their tagging system properly and you won’t see the things you don’t want to see.
it’s your job to curate what you see. it’s not other people’s jobs or responsibilities to censor themselves for your personal comfort. the world does not revolve around you.
also you cannot censor “only the things you personally hate” without expecting everything else, that isn’t of conservative beliefs, to be censored too. because censorship is a slippery slope and a fascist tool. I promise you there are people who think “why do tags for queer love even exist on ao3? they’re grooming children”.
if you allow the things that you hate to be censored — because someone with enough power gets to control what other people can and cannot create/consume, it will not stop at the things that you hate.
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Gary, the janitor part III
The air in the room felt like it was about to explode.
"Seriously, G," Gabriel teased, lazily flicking a poker chip into the center of the table. "You’re going to give yourself a stroke over a pair of twos. It’s a game. Don't blow a fuse over it."
Ganesha let out a huff that sounded like a steam engine, his trunk curling defensively. "I haven't seen a decent card in ages, Loki. One more bad hand, and I’m turning this motel into a smoking crater."
Across from them, Odin sat perfectly still, his one eye locked on the deck. The air around him shimmered with magic; honestly, he wasn't even trying to be subtle about his attempt to peek at the future.
Gabriel sighed, leaning back and propping his feet on the edge of the table. Why did he still play with them? He really needed new friends.
"Odin, buddy, please! Try to lose with a little dignity."
"I am not losing," the All-Father growled, checking his cards again. "I am... waiting for the threads of Fate to align in my favor."
"Yeah, well, the threads of Fate are currently telling me you're about to get cleaned out," Gabriel remarked, though his heart wasn't in the game. His attention wasn't on the cards, the furious elephant-god, or the Norse King trying to cheat his way out of losing his favorite horse. His focus was entirely on the woman to his left.
Kali hadn't said a word in the last twenty minutes. She just sat there, swirling a glass of dark red wine, her eyes sharp and amused as she watched the petty bickering.
When she felt Gabriel’s gaze on her, she didn't shy away. Instead, she leaned in, her shoulder brushing against his, a fluid and deliberate invitation.
"You're awfully chatty tonight, my clever Loki," she purred, her voice a low, melodic sound that seemed to bypass everyone else in the room. She shifted, her knee grazing his under the table—an electric jolt that made Gabriel’s breath hitch. "Is this your way of distracting us from your bluffing?"
Gabriel let out a laugh that was a little breathier than he intended.
He closed the space between them until he could smell the faint scent of jasmine and gunpowder that always clung to her.
"Bluffing? Me? I’m offended, sweetheart," he whispered back. "I’m just enjoying the view. Although, I have to say, the view is significantly more distracting than the game."
Kali’s lips quirked into a slow, wicked smile. She reached out, her fingers dancing lightly over the back of his hand before she took a slow sip of her drink.
"If you're so distracted," she added softly, "then maybe you should end this night. I find I've grown quite tired of hearing Odin complain about his luck."
Gabriel felt a grin spread across his face—the real one, not the mask he wore for the others. He looked at the pile of chips, then back at her, his expression turning sharp and eager. "You know, I’ve been thinking the exact same thing. Why are we wasting our time with these dinosaurs when we could be... doing literally anything else?"
"Are you asking me to leave?" Kali teased.
"I’m asking you to save me from this nightmare," he replied, standing up and offering his arm with a sweeping, courtly flourish.
Kali took it, hooking her arm through his with a playful tilt of her head.
"Ganesha can have the table. There's this little Italian joint... their spaghetti is genuinely sinful."
The goddess looked at his hand, then up at his face, her ruby lips curling into a knowing smirk. "Finally. I thought you'd never get the hint."
With a mischievous grin, the archangel prepared to whisk her away, but the moment shattered before he could even move; the brassy, high-energy opening riff of Cherry Bomb exploded into the room.
Hello, Daddy, hello, Mom / I'm your ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch, cherry bomb / Hello, world, I'm your wild girl / I'm your ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch, cherry bomb
"Seriously? Right now?" He groaned, pulling the phone from his pocket. His mood soured instantly when he saw the caller ID: Adam (The Flannel-Clad Headache).
He should’ve known that giving the kid a direct line would come back to bite his ass, but he’d underestimated just how quickly.
Gabriel shot a fleeting, apologetic glance at Kali, his frustration mounting; this call was the death knell for any chance of tonight going the way he’d hoped. He swiped to answer.
"Hello? You’ve reached the Trickster. I’m currently busy with a very sexy, hot lady, so leave a message at the sound of the beep—or don't, I really don't care."
"Hey, Gabriel! It’s Adam!"
Gabriel rolled his eyes. "Adam, my favorite mortal! How’s the honeymoon phase going with my big, brooding brother? Still staring into each other's eyes while the world burns, or are you guys already picking out curtains for your little love nest?"
"Uh, good I guess? But it’s kind of an emergency."
Gabriel sighed, the sound echoing with the weight of someone who had spent too many millennia dealing with heavenly temper tantrums. "Seriously, kid? Our last hang-out was intense enough to last me a few centuries, but—"
"Michael won’t answer."
Gabriel’s hand hovered over the table. A card—the Ace of Spades—slipped through his fingers and hit the felt with a sound like a guillotine blade. The entire room went cold.
"What?!"
"We were walking home from school, and then we just… blacked out? Can an archangel black out? Because I have no idea how we got here."
"Here where, kiddo?"
"I’m not sure. The room is completely white and there’s this guy, Zachariah? He’s going on and on about how Michael has to 'start the Apocalypse,' and Mike… he’s just—he’s kind of on standby. I mean, I can feel his Grace inside me, but he won’t answer my prayers—"
"Hold on, what?!"
"I didn't know who else to call. Zachariah has left us alone for now, but he is gonna come back and I don't know what to do. I’m stuck here, and your number is the only one my phone can actually reach."
The Trickster took a sharp, rattling breath. He rubbed his face, his skin flushing with a sudden, divine heat. He had known it. He had known that kid was a walking catastrophe, a magnet for every piece of celestial baggage in the galaxy.
"Stay right where you are, kid. Don’t move, I’m coming. And for the love of everything Holy and Unholy, don't say 'yes' to anything!"
"Okay? But please, hurry up. I'm worried for Mike."
Gabriel hung up. The phone dissolved into golden dust, leaving his hand empty and trembling with suppressed power.
For a split second, the dim lighting of the poker room didn't just flicker: it screamed. The ceiling tiles rattled as his Grace bled out, painting the walls in impossible, shifting colors.
Odin narrowed his one eye, his hand hovering over his spear. "Trouble, Loki?"
Gabriel turned, his grin returning, but it was thinner now—razor-sharp and devoid of mirth. He flipped the entire table over with a single flick of his index finger. Chips, cards, and golden goblets scattered like confetti.
"Change of plans, guys," Gabriel replied, his voice shedding any playfulness left. "Apparently, my brother’s little boy-toy has triggered a magical lockdown, and I’m the only one with the key to his cage."
He squeezed Kali’s arm in a silent, fleeting apology, before he kissed her cheek, his eyes glowing with a terrifying, celestial intensity that forced the other gods to look away. "My lady, save that fire. I’ll be back to reclaim it soon."
And with those words, the reality of the room began to buckle, folding inward with a thunderclap.
In a final, blinding flash of white-hot light, Gabriel vanished, leaving behind only the stinging scent of ozone and a heavy silence.
@gem-wildee, @bethmints
Part I | Part II |
So. Real talk.
I have spent a significant portion of my life sick in bed. This means I have read... a lot of fanfiction. I do not want to run the numbers (for my own sanity) but there is a nonzero chance that I have read a greater volume of fanfiction than most of you will in a lifetime (yes, even in a tumblr crowd, where I have some real competition 😆).
For a number of years I was really embarrassed by this because for most of my life, I've fit best with the 'socially elitist nerd' set. You know - the ones who don't care if you make a little less eye contact, as long as your performance of intelligence can make them feel intelligent too. I "passed" there. So more than a decade of constant fluff and rom-com "junk" really felt like something I should be ashamed of.
But I've realized recently what fanfiction (or any free web fiction) really is. It's the author's hopes. It's the author's fears. It's all the things you wouldn't write to publish because they feel too sad, or sinful, or sacred.
Without really thinking about it, I've been drinking from the well of human desire - from fear, and love, and lust. I've been reading your precious wishes for family, or protection, or connection. I've been learning how you dream life could be.
Thank you to every writer whose work I have read or will read someday. Thank you for sharing the most precious parts of your heart, even when you didn't realize what you were doing. To every writer out there - every middle schooler with dreams, every suburban mom wishing her life could be something more. You reached out into the oblivion with the piece of yourself you probably don't even share with those closest. And somewhere in this world, a person noticed. Your dreams and hopes and wishes became a piece of me too.
I am so lucky to be the person who heard you.
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Prompt: Miami Vice 🌴

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Fun fact: I met my absolute bestie @gem-wildee through the power of fanfics! 🤣 Merthur and EFP really outdid themselves!
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