Quoted For Truth

Infinity times this.

When I say “Fanfiction is free” part of what I’m saying is yes, you did not pay for the thing.

But I saw a comment from someone that made me realize the rest of the intention behind these words is being lost.

Fanfiction is provided for free, but it is not produced for free.

Authors pay their effort, including physical and emotional and mental. Authors pay their time, in planning the story (mental time) and writing the story (physical time). Sometimes it’s less than an hour for something quick and dirty, like askbox prompts. Sometimes it’s years of their lives in epic fic hundreds of thousands of words long. Authors pay additional time to alpha read their own stories, trying to make sure that they’re free of SPAG errors and make sense and sound good. Beta readers pay their time and effort alongside the authors for editing the stories. Authors pay for posting their stories with all of the anxieties that come from allowing their work - which to this point they have invested all of the above - into the public eye because while it has certainly cost them a good amount to produce the story, fandom history has proved that many other people out there enjoy fanfiction, and authors believe that at least someone else will enjoy their story, too.

What I am saying when I say “fanfiction is free” is that it costs the writers a lot of something in order to produce it. A lot has already been paid into a piece of fanfiction by the time it is available for readers to read. The expense of fanfiction creation is, by and large, resting squarely atop the shoulders of writers.

What I am saying when I say “fanfiction is free” is that readers don’t have to pay the cost of creating fanfiction.

What I am saying when I say “fanfiction is free” is that readers don’t have to pay in anything - not time, not money, not effort, not anything - in order for fanfiction to be created. It’s a donation. It’s a gift. It’s available for you to take or leave, at the expense of someone else.

Writers have, for a very long time, requested donations of one thing as remuneration for everything they put into making fanfiction: comments. Authors have asked, in so many different iterations: “If you have consumed what I have labored and invested in to create and if you have found any enjoyment in it, please tell me, so that I can recharge enough to do this again.” Some of them may recharge on critical comments, but most of us don’t because we’ve already paid everything we want to pay to create the story.

What I am saying when I say “fanfiction is free” isn’t just that it doesn’t cost you any money. I am saying “Please respect the time and effort you didn’t have to pay into creating this thing you enjoyed, by respecting the individual creator’s requests.”

What I am saying when I say “fanfiction is free” is “be kind to authors, they have paid a lot for this gift they’re sharing with all of us, and they deserve to feel like it was worth it.”

What I am saying when I say “fanfiction is free” is “please don’t charge authors more time and emotional effort than what they’ve already provided you at no absolute cost.”

I’m not saying any of this to argue. It’s a fact that authors pay into providing fanfiction. They do it for fun. They do it out of love. They do it because they enjoy writing. No one is making them do it. No one is paying them to start or finish the story. That doesn’t mean it’s not WORK. And the only return they get on what they put into the story is the kindness of strangers that invest a little bit back by leaving a nice comment. That is why they stay, that is why they do it again, that is why we have fanfiction.

What I am saying when I say “fanfiction is free” is “please don’t be the one charging authors so much more that they leave.”

What I am saying when I say “fanfiction is free” is “please keep it that way.”

No matter what anyone says or what you think. You are stronger than you know. Simply for the fact you refuse to give in, even when confronted with bottomless despair.

Dec. 17

Qft

Writing does not mean condoning.

Writing does not mean romanticizing.

Writing does not mean normalizing.

Writing means writing.

Writing means exploring.

Writing means creating.

Stop conflating the mere act of writing dark content with condoning/romanticizing/normalizing that content.

Coming into a fandom late

Tom's hypnotic massage.

Tom was sat at his desk, leaning back in his chair as he was bored out of his mind. After filming ended there was a short gap between it and the movie premiering and each time Tom had to wait for it to premier he was always bored. Being a celebrity was fun and all but the attention sometimes got too much.

His phone vibrates against the desk and he picked it up, it was an unknown number (something which he had to deal with constantly) and for once it interested him, the text read: 'Dear Mr Tom Holland, I hope you are doing well. I am the manager of a very renown spa and I understand that being a celebrity is quite stressful so I'm offering you a special offer. A three day getaway, i understand this is a bit sketchy but I have offered this to many of your friends and other Avengers cast members so just ask them. Please let me know and we will arrange it.'

Tom had never been to a spa before so he was willing to accept the offer without even fact checking but he thought it would be best to fact check. He would text Chris Evans and Hemsworth as well as Robert Downey Jr. just to see if they got the offer and both of the Chris' said they had but Robert hadn't, and warned Tom to be safe if he accepted it.

The young celebrity messaged the manager back and arranged it for the coming weekend, Friday to Sunday, and he couldn't wait. When Friday came he got an uber to the location and it looked like a place from a magazine, he pretty much ran in like a giddy child and headed straight for the reception. It was like they were expecting him as they already had someone to take his bags to his room and tom followed.

His room was a suite and he instantly fell back onto the queen sized bed and the sheets were so soft, it felt like a few minutes to tom as he dozed off and when he woke up the manager was knocking on the door with a towel in hand. The manager looked dazed and not entirely with it, his eyes completely dull. "Please follow me."

Tom did as was asked off him and they arrived at a gym, "its recommended to work out before you experience our massage, here is your complementary towel and headphones. It's also recommended you listen to these as you work out, it's a playlist made just for you." He take them both thankfully and the manager left. Tom looked around and saw a basketball hoop and he smiled, deciding to play some basketball.

He pulled on the headphones and started to dribble the ball about, the music they had him listen to sounded like the ocean, it relaxed his muscles to the point whenever he shot the ball at the hoop he couldn't even raise his arms above his head. After a few attempts he gave up and looked around, a man was watching him and when he noticed he had finished beckoned him to a room off to the side.

Tom followed and took off the headphones, it was a small changing room with a locker and the guy smiled at him. "Its a pleasure to meet you, my name is Isaac and I'll be your masseuse today. You can either go nude and use the towel or wear your boxers underneath. It's completely up to you." Tom nodded and Isaac went in to the massage room to prepare it for the celebrity.

Tom took off his shoes and dirty socks, before stripping off his sweat covered shirt and lowered his shorts past his knees and they pooled around his ankles. He put them all in the locker and spent a couple of minutes whether or not to go nude, he had read it was better to wear underwear but something made him strip them off and place them in the locker with the rest of his clothes.

He wrapped the towel around his waist and stepped into the massage room with the headphones in hand, unsure what he was meant to do with them. The room smelled great and there was some candles lit, the smell got into Tom's lungs and made him feel dazed as he walked to the table and lead face down. He heard isaac move closer to the table. "The music is gonna help you relax alright? I'm going to start now." Isaac slipped the headphones on to Tom's head and the song was different.

It was more relaxing and it sounded like it had some chanting involved with it, Tom felt Isaac's hands gently caressing his back, causing his muscles to relax and he would kneed his back making Tom sigh in relief. After a short while of isaac repeating this the chanting in the music got more intense and something cold was applied to Tom's back but his muscles were so relaxed he could barely raise his head to look.

It was an aphrodisiac infused massage oil, and as the man rubbed into his back Tom's sighs of relief turned into quiet little moans as his whole back became sensitive. Isaac repeated the same for the celebrity's calfs. The chanting turned to coherent words for Tom now, telling him how much he liked the sensation of hands running along his body and that he should just let his mind go and listen to people who could make him feel good. Isaac's hands ran up from his calfs and into the small gap of the towel causing tom to moan and shiver in happiness.

The words suddenly got more intense, telling him to obey constantly. 'Obey the hands' and 'obey the sensation.' After a few minutes he had fallen into a trance and isaac stopped, he took off the headphones and cleared his throat. "Now Tom, why dont you turn over." Tom did as he was told and the towel around his crotch was tenting from his hard cock and isaac grinned. "That's a good boy. You like feeling like this dont you tom?"

Tom had a dopey smile on his face as he mumbled a yes, the man grinned as he caressed Tom's cheek. "We've been monitoring you tom. The things you look at on tumblr, the things you read on the internet. And you like the idea of hypnosis dont you?" Tom nodded as his dull eyes stared at isaac.

"Your going to obey every command I give you Tom, because i am your new master. And you like that dont you? Being told what to do." Before tom could even nod Isaac had crossed his arms. "Stand up and drop the towel, once you have put your hands behind your head." Tom sat up and undid the towel and as he stood up it dropped to the floor, and he put his hands behind his head.

Isaac pulled out a razor and started to shave the young celebrity humming the spiderman theme song and once he was done smiled widely. "Now sleep tom...sleep~"isaac had his arms out wide to catch the celebrity as he fell forward, in a deep deep sleep.

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When Tom woke up from is sleep he was in a dark room, or was it dark because he couldn't see. He went to reach up to touch his face but his arms were tied behind his back. He went to let out a scream but it came out muffled into the gag in his mouth and his ankles were spread apart by a spreader bar.

He knew something was wrong, it felt very very wrong. Isaac smirked as he watched Tom struggle in his bonds as he grabbed his jaw. "Stop moving now tom...its okay. Your safe, masters here. And he's gonna take good care of you. You like that idea. I'm gonna be all you think of now, so please dont worry. Just take deep relaxing breaths, and wait for me to come back. When I do we will have some fun~"

Tom relaxed and a minute later Isaac left, closing and locking a door behind him.

Oooh this is great advice

every writing tip article and their mother: dont ever use adverbs ever!

me, shoveling more adverbs onto the page because i do what i want: just you fucking try and stop me

“Ghost Times” Grand Finale!

Pokémon Tale 33 “The Little Ghost” splendidly illustrated by Aya Kusube (1998) Enjoooooy!

Reblog this if you’re still active on tumblr and enjoy hypnosis.

Webbed 🕸

A request from @texanstrong

The Studio has quite a lot of experience with its transformation processes used for its wardrobe department. Tights, super suits, briefs, wetsuits. They have a method of finding submissive aspiring actors and using various forms of technology and magic to create new pieces out of them. This is beneficial not to the actors, models, and athletes that wear the remains of the person in question, but to the person who gets to become the suit, and to the sadistic directors that run this industry, who quite frankly get off on the humiliation of young men.

Jimmy showed up late for what he was told would be an initiation before he was to meet Tom Holland on the set of the new Spiderman movie. He wasn’t told much else, just to come alone and keep it a secret that he was there, so no information about the film or the set could be leaked. He was nervous and excited to see what was in store for him.

“I’m so sorry I’m late!” He said, finishing his coffee and taking off his jacket. “It won’t happen again.”

“It won’t.” The Director says. “Jimmy, before we begin, we’re just gonna need your measurements, go over there to the wardrobe department now and they’ll tell you what to do next.”

The young man headed to an older gentleman, who quickly took all of his measurements with tape while another wrote them down.

“What’s this for?” Jimmy asks out of curiosity.

“For your Spiderman suit,” he’s told.

Jimmy is confused. He thought he was going to be an extra in this film. Or at least a small walk-on role.

“My Spiderman suit? What? Tom Holland plays Spiderman.”

“No one told you?” The wardrobe director says with a sly smirk, “You’re going to be his body double.”

“Body double? I think there’s a mistake, Sir. I don’t do stunts. And I wouldn’t look good in a Spiderman suit.”

“Aw, don’t say that,” the man tells Jimmy. “You’re gonna look GREAT as a Spiderman suit. Now, go sit tight while we work on some adjustments.”

Jimmy is so confused and even more nervous now. They were giving him a bigger role than he was prepared for. He considered just leaving, when Tom Holland himself walked on set. He was a few yards away, talking to the Director. Jimmy got excited.

“Is it ready yet?” He hears Tom ask.

The Director pulls Tom aside and is explaining something to him in a hushed tone. They both keep glancing at Jimmy. This is getting weird for him, but he’s still so happy to be able to meet Tom Holland. They’re finished talking, and Tom walks right up to him, introducing himself with an outstretched hand.

“It is such an honor to meet you!” Jimmy gushes. “I absolutely love you as Spiderman, I think you capture Peter Parker, just, perfectly. This is crazy!”

Tom smiles modestly.

“Thanks man. You excited for your scene?” Tom smiles.

“I’m ecstatic,” Jimmy admits, “Although, to be honest I’m not exactly sure what my role is? No one will really tell me.

Tom glances around. They’re both out of earshot from the rest of the crew. The Director is off telling some gaffers what to do.

"I’ll let you in on a secret, man.” Tom says quietly. “You’re going to have the most important role in the film.”

Jimmy’s ears perk up. What was he saying?

“You’re going to be iconic to the rest of the series. The other suit was ripped pretty bad during a fight scene.”

“Can you…elaborate?” Jimmy asks. “This seems like a lot of pressure.”

“Oh, you’re going to feel a lot of pressure, alright, that’s for sure,” Tom laughs. Jimmy is confused.

“Jimmy!” The head of wardrobe calls. Jimmy turns to see the man holding up a red and blue spandex suit with a spider on it. “It’s ready for you.”

Tom puts his hand firmly on Jimmy’s shoulder.

“Get into it, dude. It’s the best feeling in the world. I promise. I can’t wait to see it.”

Jimmy blushes. He heads over to the changing tent, grabs the suit, closes the curtain, and strips. Jimmy’s put in plenty of morphsuits before, for college Halloween parties and such, but he’s never worn an expensive spandex suit like this one. He cautiously squeezes his foot into the leg first, and the spandex feels so comforting, so smooth on his skin. He pulls the leg up and works his other foot into the suit. As he pulls the lower half tightly up to his waist, he can’t help but grow a rock-hard boner over how good the suit feels. It’s better than a second skin. It’s even better than his own skin. Little does he know, soon it will be. He pulls the suit up over his abdomen, a little insecure about his slight beer gut showing through the spandex. He puts his arms in the sleeves, the gloves coating his hands perfectly, and pulls the suit up to his neck. With help from wardrobe crew, he’s zipped in from the back. Now all that’s left is the detachable hood to cover his face. He takes a look in the mirror while his head is still uncovered. He looks absolutely amazing in this thing, despite being a little too fat for it.

“What do you think of your new skin?” Tom Holland grins.

Ignoring the strange comment and passing it off as some film set slang, Jimmy says,

“It’s like nothing I’ve felt before, it’s great. I could live in this thing.”

He notices some crew members smirk and exchange sinister glances. He’s suspicious now.

“So…what’s my role though?” He puzzles. “Tom, would you–”

He’s interrupted as Tom Holland unexpectedly grabs the Spiderman mask from the wardrobe crew member holding it, and forces it onto Jimmy’s head. It’s so out of nowhere and uncharacteristic of Tom Holland, that Jimmy is caught off guard. He’s about to voice his outrage, but he finds that the mask prevents him from talking. His mouth is squeezed shut by the super tight fabric, which is also pressing on his nose. He can barely breathe or see. He reaches up to remove the mask, and feels himself forces down by several crew members he panics and squirms, muffled yells hardly escaping through the mask. He starts to give up fighting back. His muscles feel weak, like they’re disintegrating. He hears the Director’s voice.

“Oh, this is excellent. He’s working up a real sweat. That’ll make the transition go more smoothly.”

Jimmy can’t struggle any more, his body is relaxing as his limbs start to go limp. He can’t comprehend What s going on. The mask has him in a daze. He can’t breathe. His chest is caving in. The suit conforms to his skin, and pretty sure he doesn’t have skin other than the spandex layer. His muscles vanish, then his bones and organs, and in seconds all that’s lying on the studio floor is a limp, empty, red and blue Spiderman suit. Jimmy can feel himself as just a flat spandex suit now, but he can’t scream or move.

His soul is interwoven with Tom Holland’s new suit. Now he understands what Tom was telling him. He really is going to play the role of Spiderman.

Unlike a lot of the Studio’s work, the anatomy of the suit corresponds with that of its previous wearer, only inside out, since his mind is within the fabric. For example, Jimmy’s face is now both the inside and the outside of the mask. He can see, hear, and smell everything Tom does when he’s wearing the mask, and is practically kissing Tom when it’s on. His hands are the gloves, and can feel everything Tom touches. Tom squeezes into Jimmy, and is instantly hard, having completely dominated this man in wearing him as a Spiderman costume. Jimmy feels the erection. It’s pretty much his own. This is what it means for him to have a penis now. Tom’s hard on stretches the fabric where his should be, and he feels it. It’s amazing.

“How do you like him?” The Director asks.

“Fantastic,” Tom grins. “I can feel his energy leaving him and entering me. It’s empowering.”

“Good,” the sadistic man remarks. “Another great job. Put the mask on, let’s see.”

Tom puts the iconic Spidey mask on, and Jimmy feels Tom’s head fill his own. His head is Tom’s. His face is Tom’s. This is the best feeling in the world. Tom teases Jimmy by licking the inside of the spandex mask, and grins, removing it.

“I can feel him in there!” Tom exclaims excitedly. “That’s kinda weird!”

What’s weirder is that for Jimmy, his “head” can noe be removed from his body whenever Tom wants, and he won’t die of decapitation. Technically, he’s not really even alive anymore, he’s just a sentient suit.

As filming rolls on, Jimmy grows used to Tom Holland sweating in him, stretching in him, being hard in him, and his hot breath condensing in what should be Jimmy’s mouth. This is the most strangely erotic experience of Jimmy’s boring life. He knows that this is exactly what he was meant for and he can’t help but except it. He gets to be Tom Holland’s Spiderman suit forever.