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Tbh I prefer tranmasc characters over tranfem for some reason like characters I headcannon being trans male than trans female as with other fics I read and somehow feel I’m being offensive about it

Like it’s wrong but it kinda isn’t right?

If it is then I’m sorry

Did any other aroace-spec people try to write fanfiction when they were younger, but struggled to write romance/romantic scenes? Because I vividly remember trying to write fanfiction when I was younger, but not really knowing how to write the romance because that wasn't something that I felt that much. And this goes for all kinds of romantic fanfic, reader insert, OC insert, shipping, etc. I tried writing all of the above, and every single time, I was unable to write, or even sometimes start, the romantic scenes, because I just didn't know what exactly that felt like or how romantic relationships started. And even when I could get through writing fanfic, it just felt SO unnatural and weird to actually write; like not bad, but just odd, like not realistic. But somehow, people really liked it, so I guess I did something right lol

Heyy guys this summer I’ll be writing some fan fics I’ll be doing mostly anime like death note and monster(barely any Fan fics😓)

just wanted to come here and if your apart of those fandoms maybe y’all could send some ideas etc but I’ll prob start writing them when school ends around the end of may!!

anyways just send them in might take a while but I’m so excited also I take any request nsfw included<333

SO HERE IS THE WHOLE STORY (SO FAR).

I am on my knees begging you to reblog this post and to stop reblogging the original ones I sent out yesterday. This is the complete account with all the most recent info; the other one is just sending people down senselessly panicked avenues that no longer lead anywhere.

IN SHORT

Cliff Weitzman, CEO of Speechify and (aspiring?) voice actor, used AI to scrape thousands of popular, finished works off AO3 to list them on his own for-profit website and in his attached app. He did this without getting any kind of permission from the authors of said work or informing AO3. Obviously.

When fandom at large was made aware of his theft and started pushing back, Weitzman issued a non-apology on the original social media posts—using 

his dyslexia; 

his intent to implement a tip-system for the plagiarized authors; and 

a sudden willingness to take down the work of every author who saw my original social media posts and emailed him individually with a ‘valid’ claim,

as reasons we should allow him to continue monetizing fanwork for his own financial gain.

When we less-than-kindly refused, he took down his ‘apologies’ as well as his website (allegedly—it’s possible that our complaints to his web host, the deluge of emails he received or the unanticipated traffic brought it down, since there wasn’t any sort of official statement made about it), and when it came back up several hours later, all of the work formerly listed in the fan fiction category was no longer there. 

THE TAKEAWAYS

1. Cliff Weitzman (aka Ofek Weitzman) is a scumbag with no qualms about taking fanwork without permission, feeding it to AI and monetizing it for his own financial gain; 

2. Fandom can really get things done when it wants to, and 

3. Our fanworks appear to be hidden, but they’re NOT DELETED from Weitzman’s servers, and independently published, original works are still listed without the authors' permission. We need to hold this man responsible for his theft, keep an eye on both his current and future endeavors, and take action immediately when he crosses the line again. 

THE TIMELINE, THE DETAILS, THE SCREENSHOTS (behind the cut)

Sunday night, December 22nd 2024, I noticed an influx in visitors to my fic You & Me & Holiday Wine. When I searched the title online, hoping to find out where they came from, a new listing popped up (third one down, no less):

This listing is still up today, by the way, though now when you follow the link to word-stream, it just brings you to the main site. (Also, to be clear, this was not the cause for the influx of traffic to my fic; word-stream did not link back to the original work anywhere.)

I followed the link to word-stream, where to my horror Y&M&HW was listed in its entirety—though, beyond the first half of the first chapter, behind a paywall—along with a link promising to take me—through an app downloadable on the Apple Store—to an AI-narrated audiobook version. When I searched word-stream itself for my ao3 handle I found both of my multi-chapter fics were listed this way:

Because the tags on my fics (which included genres* and characters, but never the original IPs**) weren’t working, I put ‘Kara Danvers’ into the search bar and discovered that many more supercorp fics (Supergirl TV fandom, Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor pairing) were listed.

I went looking online for any mention of word-stream and AI plagiarism (the covers—as well as the ridiculously inflated number of reviews and ratings—made it immediately obvious that AI fuckery was involved), but found almost nothing: only one single Reddit post had been made, and it received (at that time) only a handful of upvotes and no advice. 

I decided to make a tumblr post to bring the supercorp fandom up to speed about the theft. I draw as well as write for fandom and I’ve only ever had to deal with art theft—which has a clear set of steps to take depending on where said art was reposted—and I was at a loss regarding where to start in this situation.

After my post went up I remembered Project Copy Knight, which is worth commending for the work they’ve done to get fic stolen from AO3 taken down from monetized AI 'audiobook’ YouTube accounts. I reached out to @echoekhi, asking if they’d heard of this site and whether they could advise me on how to get our works taken down.

While waiting for a reply I looked into Copy Knight’s methods and decided to contact OTW’s legal department:

And then I went to bed.

By morning, tumblr friends @makicarn and @fazedlight as well as a very helpful tumblr anon had seen my post and done some very productive sleuthing:

@echoekhi had also gotten back to me, advising me, as expected, to contact the OTW. So I decided to sit tight until I got a response from them.

That response came only an hour or so later: 

Which was 100% understandable, but still disappointing—I doubted a handful of individual takedown requests would accomplish much, and I wasn’t eager to share my given name and personal information with Cliff Weitzman himself, which is unavoidable if you want to file a DMCA.

I decided to take it to Reddit, hoping it would gain traction in the wider fanfic community, considering so many fandoms were affected. My Reddit posts (with the updates at the bottom as they were emerging) can be found here and here.

A helpful Reddit user posted a guide on how users could go about filing a DMCA against word-stream here (to wobbly-at-best results)

A different helpful Reddit user signed up to access insight into word-streams pricing. Comment is here.

Smells unbelievably scammy, right? In addition to those audacious prices—though in all fairness any amount of money would be audacious considering every work listed is accessible elsewhere for free—my dyscalculia is screaming silently at the sight of that completely unnecessary amount of intentionally obscured numbers.

Speaking of which! As soon as the post on r/AO3—and, as a result, my original tumblr post—began taking off properly, sometime around 1 pm, jumpscare! A notification that a tumblr account named @cliffweitzman had commented on my post, and I got a bit mad about the gist of his message :

Fortunately he caught plenty of flack in the comments from other users (truly you should check out the comment section, it is extremely gratifying and people are making tremendously good points), in response to which, of course, he first tried to both reiterate and renegotiate his point in a second, longer comment (which I didn’t screenshot in time so I’m sorry for the crappy notification email formatting):

which he then proceeded to also post to Reddit (this is another Reddit user’s screenshot, I didn’t see it at all, the notifications were moving too fast for me to follow by then)

... where he got a roughly equal amount of righteously furious replies. (Check downthread, they're still there, all the way at the bottom.)

After which Cliff went ahead & deleted his messages altogether. 

It’s not entirely clear whether his account was suspended by Reddit soon after or whether he deleted it himself, but considering his tumblr account is still intact, I assume it’s the former. He made a handful of sock puppet accounts to play around with for a while, both on Reddit and Tumblr, only one of which I have a screenshot of, but since they all say roughly the same thing, you’re not missing much:

And then word-stream started throwing a DNS error.

That lasted for a good number of hours, which was unfortunately right around the time that a lot of authors first heard about the situation and started asking me individually how to find out whether their work was stolen too. I do not have that information and I am unclear on the perimeters Weitzman set for his AI scraper, so this is all conjecture: it LOOKS like the fics that were lifted had three things in common:

They were completed works;

They had over several thousand kudos on AO3; and

They were written by authors who had actively posted or updated work over the past year.

If anyone knows more about these perimeters or has info that counters my observation, please let me know!

I finally thought to check/alert evil Twitter during this time, and found out that the news was doing the rounds there already. I made a quick thread summarizing everything that had happened just in case. You can find it here.

I went to Bluesky too, where fandom was doing all the heavy lifting for me already, so I just reskeeted, as you do, and carried on.

Sometime in the very early evening, word-stream went back up—but the fan fiction category was nowhere to be seen. Tentative joy and celebration!***

That’s when several users—the ones who had signed up for accounts to gain intel and had accessed their own fics that way—reported that their work could still be accessed through their history. Relevant Reddit post here.

Sooo—

We’re obviously not done. The fanwork that was stolen by Weitzman may be inaccessible through his website right now, but they aren’t actually gone. And the fact that Weitzman wasn’t willing to get rid of them altogether means he still has plans for them. 

This was my final edit on my Reddit post before turning off notifications, and it's pretty much where my head will be at for at least the foreseeable future:

Please feel free to add info in the comments, make your own posts, take whatever action you want to take to protect your work. I only beg you—seriously, I’m on my knees here—to not give up like I saw a handful of people express the urge to do. Keep sharing your creative work and remain vigilant and stay active to make sure we can continue to do so freely. Visit your favorite fics, and the ones you’ve kept in your ‘marked for later’ lists but never made time to read, and leave kudos, leave comments, support your fandom creatives, celebrate podficcers and support AO3. We created this place and it’s our responsibility to keep it alive and thriving for as long as we possibly can.

Also FUCK generative AI. It has NO place in fandom spaces.

THE 'SMALL' PRINT (some of it in all caps):

*Weitzman knew what he was doing and can NOT claim ignorance. One, it’s pretty basic kindergarten stuff that you don’t steal some other kid’s art project and present it as your own only to act surprised when they protest and then tell the victim that they should have told you sooner that they didn’t want their project stolen. And two, he was very careful never to list the IPs these fanworks were based on, so it’s clear he was at least familiar enough with the legalities to not get himself in hot water with corporate lawyers. Fucking over fans, though, he figured he could get away with that. 

**A note about the AI that Weitzman used to steal our work: it’s even greasier than it looks at first glance. It’s not just the method he used to lift works off AO3 and then regurgitate onto his own website and app. Looking beyond the untold horrors of his AI-generated cover ‘art’, in many cases these covers attempt to depict something from the fics in question that can’t be gleaned from their summaries alone. In addition, my fics (and I assume the others, as well) were listed with generated genres; tags that did not appear anywhere in or on my fic on AO3 and were sometimes scarily accurate and sometimes way off the mark. I remember You & Me & Holiday Wine had ‘found family’ (100% correct, but not tagged by me as such) and I believe The Shape of Soup was listed as, among others, ‘enemies to friends to lovers’ and ‘love triangle’ (both wildly inaccurate). Even worse, not all the fic listed (as authors on Reddit pointed out) came with their original summaries at all. Often the entire summary was AI-generated. All of these things make it very clear that it was an all-encompassing scrape—not only were our fics stolen, they were also fed word-for-word into the AI Weitzman used and then analyzed to suit Weitzman’s needs. This means our work was literally fed to this AI to basically do with whatever its other users want, including (one assumes) text generation. 

***Fan fiction appears to have been made (largely) inaccessible on word-stream at this time, but I’m hearing from several authors that their original, independently published work, which is listed at places like Kindle Unlimited, DOES still appear in word-stream’s search engine. This obviously hurts writers, especially independent ones, who depend on these works for income and, as a rule, don’t have a huge budget or a legal team with oceans of time to fight these battles for them. If you consider yourself an author in the broader sense, beyond merely existing online as a fandom author, beyond concerns that your own work is immediately at risk, DO NOT STOP MAKING NOISE ABOUT THIS.

PLEASE check my later versions of this post via my main page to make sure you have the latest version of this post before you reblog. All the information I’ve been able to gather is in my reblogs below, and it's frustrating to see the old version getting passed around, sending people on wild goose chases.

Thank you all so much!

Unfortunately there is nothing we can do but spam, report, and try to tell others about it.

And the fact most companies won't do shit too

I know rignt? People don't really care as much if fics get stolen. But if it is art than it is a whole another thing.

Stop stealing people hard work.

and writing is a form of art, and as an artist (not with writing) IM FUCKING PISSED!!!!

Adora meeting the Emperor of Mankind(aka her "father")

Adora stood steadfast upon the grassy hill. To her back, the fighting force of Brightmoon's elite gaurd stood ready. To her side stood her friends the Princesses of Etheria along with master archer Bow and swashbuckler extraordinaire Seahawk. Upon her arm was her beloved, the feirce and formidable Catra.

They all studied what hung in the Etherian sky before them. It was what caused the call to action, what brought the entirety of the plantes' defences to this spot. A fleet of well equipped battle starships.

They hovered in Etheria's outer atmosphere. They had appeared two days ago. At first, they were specks on the horizon, but as they drew nearer, the Alliance of Princesses grew concerned. Entrapta and Hordak had engineered an "orbital scanner" to make out what Etheria was dealing with.

When they finally got a scan, a war council was called at once. Glimmer decided to ready her kingdom's forces and urged a preemptive strike. Adora quelled this idea at first but did ultimately decide to amass the armies. But they would only retaliate, not strike first. There was no way of knowing the newcomers' intentions. They could be friendly.

Adora thought back on her optimistic perspective. The imposing nature of these starships didn't exactly breed comfort for her.

She looked back on her troops, all awaiting her command. She then looked to her friends, who she towered over. It had been some time since the defeat of Horde Prime and the restoration of peace on Etheria.

In that time, Adora had begun to grow, and she grew taller, stronger. She found her form slowly evolving into a perfect mix of her shera form and her more casual Adora form.

Catra only came up to her waist, if that. Adora had begun to curse her matured size, but ultimately, right now, in the face of a probable invasion, she was thankful for it.

Adora's attention snapped back as bow called out a smaller ship desending from the sky.

It was an ornate ship, well crafted, and Entrapta swooned as it approached. It landed ceremonially a fair distance from adora and the front line. Glimmer gave the order to ready an attack. Adora held up her hand, belaying the order.

"Not Yet." She scolded her friend. " Let's see who or what we're dealing with first."

Glimmer pouted but complied, resending her order. Her eagerness to end a conflict fast and without considering the repercussions had burned her before.

A ramp descended from the ship. Out of the bowels of this magnificent beast marched two parallel lines of golden armoured soldiers, each one twice the height of any Etheiran. There were twelve warriors in total, each equipped with an oddly shaped spear.

Then He exited the ship.

A mountain of a man, dressed head to toe in the finest most meticulously detailed armour anyone had ever seen. Only his head was bare of any armour. His raven hair flowed like a dark river in the cool breeze. His face was structured like a statue. Every detail looked unreal. His eyes at first glowed with golden light but then softened as he approached.

Brilliant sapphire eyes met Adora's own. They looked familiar.

"Who are you? And what do you want?" Adora spoke plainly. She would not be disarmed by this stranger's show of strength.

The stranger did not speak for several minutes. He took in his surroundings, his assessed his potential advisories, and he gazed upon his...

"I am The Emperor of Mankind. And I am here to reunite with one I lost long ago."

He stared at Adora for an uncomfortably long moment.

"And who exactly are you looking for?" Glimmer broke the silence.

The Emperor, not even glancing at the small queen, answered. "I have travelled across the stars seeking that which was stolen from me. My daughter."

A quiet air conquered the space. It was interpreted by Adora

"Whatwasthatnow?"

The Emperor smirked. "I have come for you. My daughter. To reunite and bring you with me on my grand crusade to reunite all of our people. To save ourselves and create a new dawn for galaxy. One of peace and hope. Not unlike what you have accomplished here." He spread out his hands gesturing to the world around them.

All of Etheria stood confused. This was not what any of them were expecting. Adora was speechless. Her mind tumbled and turned at the revelation before her.

"Father?" Adora breathed to herself. "No." She said bluntly. Much to the Emperor's and everyone elses surprise.

The Emperor did not miss a beat. "I know how uncertain you must feel, but come let me show you." He extended a hand and approached Adora.

But before he got more than a few steps closer, Catra put herself between her dear wife and this giant golden lunatic. She snarled and hissed, drawing her claws, tensing her muscles for a leap.

At the sudden threat, the golden solders all levelled their spears at Catra. In turn, the soldiers of bright moon readied their glaves, the Princesses each summoned up their elemental powers. It would be a massacre.

But then the Emperor held aloft his hand and halted the shedding of unnecessary blood. His custodians returned to a calmer state and lowered their weapons. He did this all while keeping his true attention on Adora.

"I will not fight you, daughter. That is not why I came."

Adora mirrored his motion to calm her friends.

The Emperor then shifted his gaze down to the felinid warrior who enterposed herself between the two of them.

"I came to broker peace and, in all honesty, to ask for your aid." his un blinking eyes never left catra despite still only addressing Adora. "I seek no ill will."

Adora's hand gently rested on Catra's shoulder, causing her to break her staring contest with the golden god. She looked up to her wife. No words were exchanged as Adora's hand raised to cup Catra's cheek. Catra reluctantly nodded, and Adora returned the gesture certain.

Catra stepped aside, but her cold killing gaze never left the exposed head of the Emperor.

Adora stepped forward. "Let's say I believe you. Let's say you really are my father. That doesn't mean I should trust you. Not yet, at least. You gave me up. You weren't there when i needed you. And now that I've found my own way. Made my own family. You come and ask something of me?"

Adora's expression hardened, "If you really are my father, why now? And more importantly, why the Battlion? You say you came looking for me to broker peace. But you come with soldiers and tanks? Not exactly the reunion a daughter would hope for."

The Emperor chose his next words carefully. "My daughter. Adora. These guns, these weapons, they are not meant for you or your people." He gestured to the armada, "The road to find you was treacherous. Among the stars, there are very few safe havens and many enemies."

"These weapons, like your own," he gestured to Adora's allies, "are for protection and justice. To free the oppressed and safeguard the weak. No more blood need be spilt than is nessasary."

Adoras' face slackened a bit, but the Emperor knew he had to show her first hand his vision.

He offered his hand once more, "Let me show you, please." His face was pleading.

Adora looked back a final time at her friends, each of them showing their disapproval and fear for her safety. She looked now to Catra, who stood ready should anything unexpected happen. Adora could practically see Catra daring the Emperor to give her an excuse.

Adora's eyes returned to the large outstretched palm, then to his blue eyes that she matched the ones she saw every morning in the mirror.

She took his hand like she was tearing off a bandage.

The visions came fast. Adora saw worlds in chains and the innocent slaughtered. She saw worlds on the brink of collapse, but then she was shown these same worlds transformed. Green pastures littered with cattle. Rebuilt thriving cities. Smiling children and hopeful parents.

The Emperor knew what to show Adora. He had specifically chosen the worlds that openly surrendered without much of a fuss. Worlds where diplomacy outweighed the wars that would have waged.

He had elected worlds brought to compliance by Sanguinius, Horus, Fulgrim, and Guilliman. He avoided the pitiful shrine worlds of Lorgar or the fear infested steets that Curze would leave in his wake. He also made desperately sure Adora never knew of the worlds drowned by Angron in their own blood.

He showed Adora the efficient system of Ultramar, the peace of Prospero, and finally, the jewel of the Imperium, Great Terra.

Then he showed her... the incident. Adora received flashes of the desert woman screaming, acting eradic. Adora couldn't hear anything, so she watched as the woman ranted and yelled. Eventually, there was a flash of light, and all the children and the woman were gone.

Then he showed her curated peaces of his own memory.

Adora saw herself and her brothers in test tubes. She watched the embrieos grow. She watched as they were all born. Swaddled by a woman wrapped in traditional dessert fashion.

The lab was in shambles, and scorchmarks stained the once muted chrome. It wasn't his fault. She betrayed him. She gave up Adora and her brothers. But he would find them and reunite his family."

Adora let go of her father's hand with a gasp. Tears followed down her face. She looked back up to the Emperor.

"You see now, Adora? I mean you no harm. I'm sorry I could not be there to hold you up. I'm sorry it took so long to find you. But I do want you to know how proud I am of you. You have succeeded where lessers would have failed." He made a grand sweep gesture.

"You brought peace to this world. You healed it. You did what was necessary but never compromised the people you held closest. You chose to save them, and that is all I can ask of you."

Adora now looked to the Emperor with admiration. But she still had a few queries she needed answered. "I have brothers? What are they like? Who was that woman? Why did she do that? Why did you both make us?" She began to cry

Catra was at her side in a moment. "Hey, Adora. It's okay. Im here, breath." Bow and Glimmer were not far behind. Eventually, her whole entourage was with her.

The Emperor to his credit was far more intrigued by his daughters compaions than he initially been. They genuinely cared for her, and she held her position of power out of love and loyalty.

Adora wiped her eyes and steadied herself. She then took on her serious tone and spoke in no uncertain terms.

"I want answers to who that woman was, why she did it, who my brothers are, you get the idea. You will leave Etheria untouched and their government in order. Finally, my friends are coming with me. This is non-negotiable," Cheers and shouts of agreement come from the princesses and others. "We do everything together, and even if I tried to leave without them. Let's just say I wouldn't be able to.

"If I go with you, if I join in your crusade. If I go and help all these people who are hurting. I want three things in return."

The Emperor nodded. 'Finally,' he thought, 'the negotiations.'

The Emperor stayed silent for a long time, considering the wants of his daughter. He looked across at the mutated inhabitants of Etheria. Of the very warp Infested environment they stood in. But he did let Lorgar keep Monarchia.

"Your requests are reasonable. Each shall be granted so long as you forswear your loyalty to me and the crusade. That you will do what is necessary to save the worlds that need you. To bring peace, prosperity, and unity to this galaxy."

"Then I guess I foreswear it."

"Very well. I shall return with your legion in a fortnight," he looked to Adora then to her companions, "Ensure you are all ready by then."

He marched back to his ship, and Adora called one final question to him. "What do you mean 'my legion'?"

The Emperor stopped at the end of the ramp. He look over his shoulder, "I made each of my children a legion to aid them in this crusade. Made from your own genetic code. They are as much sons to you as you are a daughter to me.

Without another word, he casually ascended the ramp fallowed by his golden warriors. Adora and the others were left speechless and confused once more as the ship returned to the heavens.

( First, thank you for reading all the way to the end!!!!

I am super open to criticism, I know I'm not the strongest writer, and I hope I captured enough of each of the characters' personalities. Please let me know hat you think. In either a reblog or comments!!!

I wanted to age up the SPOP crew just a little and progress their individual lives some. Also, yes, I did take some liberties with Adora/She-ra's form .

Finally, I apologise if you feel I misrepresented either property, I love them both so much, but it has been a little bit since I've sat down and watched shera in its entirety. I prob am gonna do that soon, but who knows. Depression a bitch.)

On top of the building he was standing under there was a kid. He seemed to be Don’s age but the weird thing wasn’t the fact he was sitting on the ledge of a twenty-foot drop, but that he was singing at the top of his lungs. Off-tune and accompanied by a cat yowling along, the bleach-blonde boy was kicking his feet and dropping rotten meat into the crowd. He was feeding the infected like an old lady with birds. What the fuck?

The kid looked down and locked eyes with Donny. They both froze and stared at each other for a moment before Don slowly, oh-so-slowly, lifted a single hand and waved. The kid’s face shifted a bit, his flat expression scrunched slightly in confusion and he cocked his head, even as he returned the gesture. He stood abruptly and the cat jumped from his back. He gestured for Don to follow him before walking off to the side of the building.

(Almost a year since I last posted a fanfic/ fanfic update- im excited to get back into writing :))

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55596028/chapters/161302870

Well I feel down a Sanders Sides rabbit hole and now I have one fan fic idea that keeps playing in my head:

Remus and Roman are twins but they don't attend the same school because Remus was... himself and his parents were kindly asked to transfer him to a school that "fits his personality better". So he goes to a school a whole district over. He gets along with Roman and he loves him but they are very different people so they don't hang out a lot. Remus also can't stand the blatant favoritism they're parent give Roman. He thinks it's sweet that Roman tries to tap it down but it doesn't change anything.

Sp Remus spends most of his free time at his friend Janus house with his other friend Virgil. Janus also shouldn't be attending their school cause he's loaded but he hated the prep school he was sent to and transferred behind his parents back. Money can get you literally anything. Expect real friends which is why Janus loves Remus and Virg so much. Virgil is actually living at a near by boys home. As a kid his home situation wasn't great and he doesn't talk about it a lot. He ended up at Sanders House four years ago though and it's not too bad.

So anyway Roman has never meet Remus' friends and Remus has never met Roman's friend Patton and Logan. Whenever they come over is always at Janus' house. He knows they exist just like Roman knows Virgil and Janus do but they've not met in person over the last two years.

So it all starts pm a long weekend because Halloween is Friday. ( fun fact my school in gerogia gave us Halloween and Valentines off and used it as teacher workshop days.)

So of course the dark side trio is hype, roaming the mall, scaring people, judging costumes, and trying to find accessories to improve their own.

The light side trio is also their because Patton waited too late to get a "decent" (Roman's words) costume, and Logan was hoping to avoid getting one at all.

The crowds get so bad that everyone is separated. Luckily both sides actually have designated met spots, tho for very different reasons. The darks sides met spot is the horror section at Barnes and Nobles. It's large enough that Virgil won't feel claustrophobic and he can read some Poe while he waits and not have people constantly asking if he needs assistance. It was a place chosen, so he doesn't have a panic attack while he waits for his friends since he's the only one without a phone.

On the other had the light side trio chose the lgbtq+ teen romance section as their meet spot. Mainly Because it'll distract Roman enough that he won't get bored of waiting and wonder out to find his friends before they get there. Defeating the purpose of the spot all together.

You can see where this is going.

Patton has been trying to get on the elevator for the last five minuets but everyone time he tries to get on the same time as someone else he let's them all go first and theres no room for him. This goes on until a nice but kinda rude stranger just days "oh my gawd" and pulls him in as he in goes in. The stranger honestly looks way to well dressed to be here and doesn't even introduce himself. He just starts playing on his phone and Patton doesn't know whether saying thank you would be annoying or not. Janus on the other hand is texting Remus about how just met someone who reminds him a little of freshman Virgil and how he hopes he's not freaking out.

Logan has decided to take the stairwell because he knows that people arr less likely to use it over the escalators or elevators. He looks a floor above him and someone who kinda sorta looks like Roman sliding down the railing on his ass and laughing the whole time. He barely has time to dodge as someone yells " dodge nerd" and flies past him. Honestly Logans so surprised by whatever the hell that was that it take him two whole ass minutes to start walking again. Remus is just having a blast. He didn't think this would work and he saw a pretty cute nerd on the way down.

Roman is having a complicated time. He lgbtq teen romance section is usually in the front if the store but it's been switched with the horror section for the month. So here is is not being able to decide whether he should just stay here because the ia the physical spot he normals what's at or go the the actual section with all the books about the boys kissing that he likes to read. Virgil on the other hand is on the virge (ha) of kinda freaking out. He's happy that the sectionnis getting more love, even if it's only for money. But he liked that it was in the back and away from the crowds of people coming in and out. Not to mention theirs someone dude dresses like a prince yelling on the phone to someone named Patton about whether he should "go to the section of love and acceptance or stay in emo hell". Virgil is insulted enough by this to tell him Roman to please stop yelling and go to whatever section isn't here. Roman rolls his eyes calls him knock off Gerard way and ignores him. Virgil completely forgets how nervous he was becuase now his piss3d and they get into an arguments.

It ends when Patton walks in and calls for Roman at the same time that Janus calls in and calls for Virgil. They look to their friend seemingly coming in together and are about to complain to their respective friends when Janus, Virgil and Roman here a familiar voice go

"Brobro what are you doing here. Hey Jan, hey virge," and Remus walks in completely unaware of the fighting that was just happening. Virgil tries to actually get a good like at this guy's face and realizes that without the make up and general zanny disposition he does look a lot like Remus. Before anyone can respond tk that, an another person asks

"OH God Roman what did you do? Who are they?" And of course it's Logan.

So now are dark sides are standing on one side and all the lights on the other. As the two siblings and their two different friend groups collide. Teen hurt, comfort and angst ensues.

Guys I wanna write fan fiction but I don’t know how or what fandom to do? Any recommendations or tips on how to get started? I will update my progress

Since Familiar Stranger ended yesterday, I decided to start the larger work the idea came from.

This story is called Peace in Chaos. The prologue focuses on a child Sabine's first introduction to the Jedi.