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"ur OC is a Mary sue!!!!1!1!1" well duh bitch why would I wanna be lame

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people getting mad at ao3 for rightfully being firmly against censorship and allowing dark fics that depict taboo subjects in explicit details to be on their platform is so funny to me because ao3 was created specifically to be a fuck you to capitalism and censorship. the point of ao3 is that itâs a place to host and archive any fanwork, which includes fanwork about taboo topics that are not allowed on other platforms like wattpad or fanfiction.net
the whole point of ao3 is that itâs a safe space for all fics, and that includes fics about taboo subjects
ao3 has always been firmly against censorship since the day it was created, thatâs why itâs run by fans, for fans, on fansâ donations, why itâs a nonprofit organization, thatâs also why it has no ads or algorithms or any of those capitalism bullshit
if you have a problem with that, go to fanfiction.net or wattpad. no one forces you to stay in the house made specifically for the (affectionate) freaks
If you haven't heard, the em dash has been getting a lot of attention latelyâŚ
Because it was trained on pirated workâincluding freely accessible online writing (like fanfic, academic texts)âChatGPT picked up patterns and quirks native to human writing.
Including (sigh) the em dash.
There are other victims here (RIP tapestry and delve đŤ ), but the appropriation of the em dashâa punctuation mark beloved by writers everywhereâfeels especially personal.
A kind of low-grade panic is ensuing. Writers who once memed their own em dash overuseâthe greatest punctuation mark ever to grace the control-freakâs lexicon, franklyâare suddenly backing away to avoid accusations.
No. More. We have centuries of dash-abusing writers behind us. We will not sit quietly while AI repurposes our beloved stilted asideâor the just-one-more clarification the sentence demandsâor the dramatic pause your comma could neverâetc.
You donât write like AIâAI writes like you.
Defend the em dash.
(Feel free to download/share/stick it where it matters!)
I genuinely think that the tendency for people to dog on poorly written creepypastas is going to ruin the community. No one starts out writing perfectly and all the public shit talk on what are probably teenagers first online works only works to make less people share their stuff online.
Thank you S2âŚ..đšđť

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Hi, how are u doing? Hope I'ts all good. I'd like to a request. Could you write a story where the reader is a sinner at the hotel, and she secretly likes Lucifer. In the final battle of S2, when she sees Lucifer emerging from the battery compartment, bleeding profusely, she runs worriedly with Charlie to check on him, and kinda of snaps at the princess from the shock and worry for not paying attention to him? I'd like the ending to have the reader tending to Lucifer's wounds and maybe hum starting to realize her feelings pretty plz đĽš
Thank u in advance â¤ď¸
Of course!!! This is also my first time writing any kind of fan fiction, since I have only written headcanons before this, so please bare with me đ
Bruised and Battered
Lucifer x gn! reader
484 words
SPOILERS FOR SEASON TWO
Requests are closed for now <3
They find you napping somewhere weird
Characters: Lucifer, Alastor, Husk, Baxter
You come home severely injuredďżź
Characters: Stolas & Blitzø
If you had an abusive ex
Characters: Lucifer, Alastor, Husk
tw: Abuse, SA, SH, Murder, Torture
i mean he does have a point

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Relaxation is the Best Medication
After preventing the bomb from basically exploding half of the pentagram, it's time for everyone to go home and lick their wounds. You and your husband, Alastor, decide to take care of each other.
Alastor x gn!Reader
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A/n: Hello all and all hello! How are we feeling about the season finale?? Right right. Anyways this fic takes place after everyone saves hell. MAJOR SPOILERS FOR EPISODES 7 AND 8 PLEASE BE WARY. Since a commenter told me that Ace Alastor is canon that is how he will be for all of my fanfics! Although if there is a character you'd like me to write smut about that isn't him please let me know!
I left the readers gender up to you the reader!
Trigger warnings: nonsexual bathing together, nonsexual undressing, blood, some descriptions of wounds, nudity, and mentions of murder. Alastor is a bit out of character but ya know.
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The battle was over. Vox was turned into a tablet by Valention after he tried to destroy half of the pentagram just to kill the Radio Demon, Alastor. Everyone managed to use their own powers to control the machine that was about to explode. Heaven and Hell didn't go to war, and Charlie managed to get Hell to see that redemption is true.
You, after an intense battle with Vox, trying to help out Alastor. Vox managed to call Shock.wav and that dog/shark creature chased Alastor around the city, you went after Vox. You couldn't let him get away. Not after finding out the deal he had made with Alastor. Vox needed to be knocked off his fake pedestal.
He beat you good. It was difficult against him because you weren't as strong as him or Alastor but damn did you put up a fight. Vox did wound you gravely, nearly taking your leg off. You managed to brunt the majority of the attack with your abilities but a large chunk was taken out.
You watch as sinners gather to each other, helping one another. Your vision is fading in and out. You lost a lot of blood. You managed to cauterize your wound but without protective wrap around it, it's still a wound.
A soft hand rests on your shoulder, startling you out of your trance. You hold your weapon up to them but see it's just Vaggie.
"Pretty gnarly gash you got there." She says pushing the weapon down from her face.
Vaggie doesn't look too great either. After taking a few blows from Lute, she's got golden blood scattered here and there on her clothes. She gently pulls the weapon from your hands and wraps your arm around her shoulder, letting you lean on her while she straightens you up the best she can.
"You look pretty beat up yourself." You recount playfully.
She rolls her eyes at your observation but chuckles anyways. Vaggie pulls you along to where the group of hotel members were standing. Charlie, Emily, Husk, Niffty, Cherri, and Baxter are huddled around each other, checking in on one another, like a family.
It makes you smile at the tenderness, but you notice someone missing. Your lover. "Where's Al?" You groan out after putting too much weight on your injured leg.
"Alastor? I'm not sure." Vaggie says making it to the group.
"Y/n! Are you ok!?" Charlie shouts.
Her words vibrate loudly in your head, you may have a concussion. You pull away from Vaggie, your head is spinning trying to find your way to your husband. Your wounded leg gives out and you crash to the ground, knocking the wind out of you.
You hear people around you but their words don't form in your head. They are calling your name, you think at least. The ground is rotating as you slowly push yourself up. The commotion around you seemed to die down which helped the ringing in your ears.
Pulling yourself up more you see two legs in front of you. Red deer like heels. Alastor.
You look up and see your husband. He is holding out his uninjured hand to you. You take in his appearance, how his left arm is severely wounded and the gash on his chest from Adam seemed to be opened again. His face is full of discomfort but he still has the smile planted firmly.
âA-Alastor?â You whisper to yourself. You think your brain is playing tricks on you.
You reach out, grabbing hold of his hand. He pulls you up slowly and allows you to rest on him for support off your leg.
âOh darling. I hate to see you so injured.â Alastor leads you away from the group.
You shrug. âThe wound was worth the battle.â You say confidently but it seems the blood loss is making your words slurred.
You allow Alastor to keep your arm around his shoulder, walking to the hotel. His powers are limited right now and he needed a bit to recharge, so teleporting to the hotel wasnât an option.
The scene around you was like from a movie. The cityâs streets were mostly destroyed because of Shock.wavâs destruction, but you saw demons alike helping others.
Turning around others were following the two of you. Vaggie and Charlie hand in hand while Charlie helped Emily along, her wounded wing dripping in golden blood. You were all going to the hotel, slowly but surely.
After a grueling walk, you finally make it. Alastor leads you to your shared bedroom. He slowly sets you on the bed making sure your leg isnât too jostled around.
âI think we need a bath.â He says going into the private bathroom.
You hear the faucet running. Warm steam starts to fill the room. When Alastor emerges from the bathroom heâs already got his shirt and pants off. You donât normally get to see him like this but you take in his body.
He is covered in a soft short fur, a brown/gray color and a few white dots on his back. His deer like legs have a few cuts that make his fur matted with blood. Alastors short tail sticking from his briefs, red fur on top and a grey-white fur on bottom. His red ear flicks as you stare.
âYouâre staring.â He says firmly.
You avert your eyes trying not to ruin the moment, a flush covers your cheeks and nose.
âSorry, I didnât- I mean I was-, sorry.â You stutter.
His permanent smile softens as he saunters to you. Alastor brushes your hair from your face, his eyes filled with love. He kisses you gently and begins undressing you. He starts with your top, your chest exposing some wounds you didnât even realized you had. Alastor pulls you up and helps you walk to the bathroom.
After what felt like forever limping to the bathroom, you sit on the edge of the now full large tub, huffing in pain. Alastor was very patient never rushing you, just allowing you to use him for help. He pulls off your pants and undergarments, being careful with the wound on your leg.
You blush at the idea of Alastor seeing you extremely exposed but his face doesnât change. Just a simple smile.
He grabs the medical kit from under the sink and pulls out what seems to be medical stitching and a needle. Your breath sharpens.
âBreathe my love.â Alastor says firmly, âI have to if you want the wound to heal.â
You nod and he hands you his belt folded in half. You raise your eyebrow at him. âWhatâs this for?â You ask.
âYouâll need to bite down. Itâs going to be very painful without anesthetics.â His tone is serious.
Shit, you think. This is gonna suck.
You put the belt in your mouth before closing your eyes. He hasnât even started but you feel your eyes welling with tears.
Alastor starts sewing up your wound. The pain is blinding but thankfully for the belt you donât bite your lip off. He listens to your muffled screams in pain, hurting his heart deeply. When killing his victims he loved hearing their screams of panic and begging to spare their lives, but with you? He wishes to never hear you sound like that again.
Alastor finally finished. You are panting heavily, drool dripping down your chin around the belt. He gently pulls it away and throws it to the side. With your mouth free he presses soft pecks, trying to get you back down to reality.
âYou should get in now before the water gets cold, sweetheart.â He says kissing your cheek and helping you slide into the tub.
Alastor pulls off his underwear and gets in with you on the opposite side of the tub. Your legs setting around his hips.
The water is warm and refreshing. The battle from earlier was being washed away, like dirt off your body. You lean your head back it resting on the edge of the tub. Alastor watches you contently scooting down more into the water. His wound on his chest now has his green stitching, and his left arms wound has a faint green glow, like it is slowly healing itself.
After a bit of time, you and Alastor taking turns bathing each other. His soft fur now a bit lighter from the dirt coming off. You get out of the tub first, drying off yourself with a towel. You hear the tub draining and Alastor steps out too, grabbing a fresh towel as well.
You head back to the bedroom, raiding your closet for the softest clothes you have. Finding a matching pajama set you throw it on and climb into bed, the day finally crashing down on you.
You watch Alastor as he puts on some pajamas as well, walking around to the other side of the bed and crawling in next to you. He doesnât normally like cuddling right away, that happens later on in the sleep, your bodies just naturally gravitate towards each other. You donât push settling with holding his hand over the covers.
âThank you.â He says softly.
It almost startles you with how out of character he sounds. Ever since you got to the hotel his voice was almost human, no radio static coating.
âFor what?â You ask.
âDefending for me. Going after Vox for me.â He says caressing your knuckles.
You smile but think about how badly you got your ass handed to you. âI donât think you should thank me. I lost technically.â You chuckle but clearly your ego is bruised.
Alastor pulls your hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss. âI will, because I know you tried.â
Your eyes slowly close. âI love you.â You whisper.
You feel him smile against the back of your hand and another kiss. âI love you too.â ďżź
Abaddon's comment about Nathan stealing his nose was hilarious.
Why does he have a knife...
Anyways
Does the Ao3 curse apply to Tumblr head cannons�
I mean everyone is okay, no major injuries, thank the Gods, but like⌠DAMN
TW: CRASHED CAR UNDER CUT
Slenderdad

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They find you reading a dark romance book
{Ben, Jeff, Puppeteer, x-Virus}
Warnings: suggestive(?), very short
Iâm gonna be gone for about a week on a trip to visit some family, so have a silly doodle of two cannibals hanging out :) Iâll cya guys next week đ