JayDee

I’m always happy to help!  

Thank you again - makes sense, thanks also for the explanation! I really appreciate all the support.

I think I have it sorted out.
At the moment. members aren’t able to edit details of stories, add tags, or move them within the subdomain. More gremlins infesting the code...

Yay, that’s done it! Thank you!

I’ll send you new links. Sometimes you need to actually do the activation again, and then the password reset, and it’ll take. Honestly, the password reset is quirky since the new code rollout.

Hey there! I’ve sent you the links to activate the account and reset your password. Let me know if you have any issues!  

Not exactly a fandom but a book. I won’t read it. I live on my own these days and nobody makes the long trip up the hill to visit anymore so I have a pretty good idea what I’ve got in the house, and I know for a fact I did not buy that book. I certainly didn’t borrow it from the library. (They are good people there, the librarians, dedicated, and they have standards even in these days when their power and their glory is unknowingly ignored by so many). Sometimes it’s on the shelf. Sometimes it’s on the table. I’ve seen it in the kitchen cupboard and I found it in the attic when I went to investigate the noise (a swallow had got in, and driven to panic by the tome wished to get out. I helped it. Of course I did. I’m no monster no matter what the villagers said). The cover has a nice blue, though the face that gazes from it is not appealing and speaks of an unhealthy appetite, of wealth gained too young. The pages rifle pleasingly in the breeze, even in a still room. I don’t care. Offer me what you may. Tempt me, taunt me. I can’t be bought, or broken. The line is drawn, underlined, surrounded by unevenly doodled pentagrams, in both black, and in red.
I’m never gonna fucking read "May I Have Your Attention Please?" the autobiography of James Corden.
This I swear by the old gods, the new, and those yet to come.

Not exactly a fandom but a book. I won’t read it. I live on my own these days and nobody makes the long trip up the hill to visit anymore so I have a pretty good idea what I’ve got in the house, and I know for a fact I did not buy that book. I certainly didn’t borrow it from the library. (They are good people there, the librarians, dedicated, and they have standards even in these days when their power and their glory is unknowingly ignored by so many). Sometimes it’s on the shelf. Sometimes it’s on the table. I’ve seen it in the kitchen cupboard and I found it in the attic when I went to investigate the noise (a swallow had got in, and driven to panic by the tome wished to get out. I helped it. Of course I did. I’m no monster no matter what the villagers said). The cover has a nice blue, though the face that gazes from it is not appealing and speaks of an unhealthy appetite, of wealth gained too young. The pages rifle pleasingly in the breeze, even in a still room. I don’t care. Offer me what you may. Tempt me, taunt me. I can’t be bought, or broken. The line is drawn, underlined, surrounded by unevenly doodled pentagrams, in both black, and in red.
I’m never gonna fucking read "May I Have Your Attention Please?" the autobiography of James Corden.
This I swear by the old gods, the new, and those yet to come.

Not exactly a fandom but a book. I won’t read it. I live on my own these days and nobody makes the long trip up the hill to visit anymore so I have a pretty good idea what I’ve got in the house, and I know for a fact I did not buy that book. I certainly didn’t borrow it from the library. (They are good people there, the librarians, dedicated, and they have standards even in these days when their power and their glory is unknowingly ignored by so many). Sometimes it’s on the shelf. Sometimes it’s on the table. I’ve seen it in the kitchen cupboard and I found it in the attic when I went to investigate the noise (a swallow had got in, and driven to panic by the tome wished to get out. I helped it. Of course I did. I’m no monster no matter what the villagers said). The cover has a nice blue, though the face that gazes from it is not appealing and speaks of an unhealthy appetite, of wealth gained too young. The pages rifle pleasingly in the breeze, even in a still room. I don’t care. Offer me what you may. Tempt me, taunt me. I can’t be bought, or broken. The line is drawn, underlined, surrounded by unevenly doodled pentagrams, in both black, and in red.
I’m never gonna fucking read "May I Have Your Attention Please?" the autobiography of James Corden.
This I swear by the old gods, the new, and those yet to come.

I am so in accordance with this. All of this. (Except the living on my own, which is something I aspire to with all my heart.)

Not exactly a fandom but a book. I won’t read it. I live on my own these days and nobody makes the long trip up the hill to visit anymore so I have a pretty good idea what I’ve got in the house, and I know for a fact I did not buy that book. I certainly didn’t borrow it from the library. (They are good people there, the librarians, dedicated, and they have standards even in these days when their power and their glory is unknowingly ignored by so many). Sometimes it’s on the shelf. Sometimes it’s on the table. I’ve seen it in the kitchen cupboard and I found it in the attic when I went to investigate the noise (a swallow had got in, and driven to panic by the tome wished to get out. I helped it. Of course I did. I’m no monster no matter what the villagers said). The cover has a nice blue, though the face that gazes from it is not appealing and speaks of an unhealthy appetite, of wealth gained too young. The pages rifle pleasingly in the breeze, even in a still room. I don’t care. Offer me what you may. Tempt me, taunt me. I can’t be bought, or broken. The line is drawn, underlined, surrounded by unevenly doodled pentagrams, in both black, and in red.
I’m never gonna fucking read "May I Have Your Attention Please?" the autobiography of James Corden.
This I swear by the old gods, the new, and those yet to come.

A lot of the PWP authors would need specialist software, to learn to touch type one handed

A lot of the PWP authors would need specialist software, to learn to touch type one handed

G’luck! Original stories are fun but dang if less people want to look at a lot of ‘em here. Well some of them. Well, mine. I assume other folks do ok.

*Worries*
Interesting feedback on the feedback!
Getting onto reviewing the next part as soon as I can – I like to read them all in one go and sometimes twice through, and with the length it takes some chunks of time and I’ve been managing to write a bit more of a story just for me lately. I hope that’s ok for the delay!

...and I'm probably the user you've seen being somewhat anti-real person fanfiction from a personal perspective. I used to write it. I think I had 12 or 13 stories at one point. Internet being the internet, they're still out there somewhere. I did a couple since then that my muse made me write and those you won't find. They're at the bottom of a well, guarded by a girl with long black hair.

Initially I stopped because of various lawsuits and criminal prosecutions against writers of real person stories in various worldwide jurisdictions that made me feel it was not worth the hassle, later I stayed stopped because of things like this, and this, and similarly, with Twitter and the rest of social media it is ridiculously easy for those fics now to be sent to the subject of the story in question by trolls. general nutjobs or anybody with access to Sony's email server.

Hell, Jimmy Kimmel has the subjects of rude tweets read them out, and you can go on youtube and see other hosts get the likes of Daniel Radcliffe to read slash. So that's another reason, I just don't like to think how celebrities would feel if they read something I'd written. Especially as many of my stories were at the, uh, less romantic end of the spectrum.

Still, other folks have fun writing and reading them and I don't have any problems with that so it's fair to say my opinion is fairly self centred.

For me, it's definitely the real person being involved that stops me. Take them out and I'm pretty fine with most content. I'll avoid things with characters below 16 in sexual situations but beyond that I'll try most things. I've even re-written one or two of my old celeb stories into non-celeb stories to re-use the better descriptive passages (that's relatively speaking, of course, better for me is still trash!).
Any fantasy that needs to be shared feels, to me, like it can be written with a fictional character, even an "OC" with strong similarities to a famous person. Apart from a RPF gaining additional readers from fans of a specific celebrity, which writing hobbyists always enjoy, there don't seem to be other benefits except, well, folks enjoy writing real person fiction. I did. And that's why, although for my own personal reasons I've stopped I don't hold anything against folks who do still write them or share them, or have them tattooed across their back so that Nathan Lane can read them in that long fantasised chance encounter in Broadway men's room.
Look! A RPF ref! Aren't I the most awful hypocrite!
Anyway, good luck with your celeb fics and I wish you all the best.

https://fanlore.org/wiki/The_Sparklypoo_Comic

For me it absolutely just depends on whatever idea something gives me and my ability to actually get it written down from my head. I’ve been happy to write in fandoms I know nothing about from requests because of that. My only real “won’t do” for a fandom now is real person fic.
I’ve was doing more original stuff when I was writing last because I kept having thoughts about the same characters.
 

I wish to apologise to everybody if reading my porn is what causes SkyNet to try to exterminate us all.

I just assume they don’t like my stories! But, seriously, dragon prints can be a reasonable guide, especially if they keep going up loads on new parts.

My rule is usually pretty simple – is it a fucking stupid name? If so, I’ll probably use it.

My characters better not if they know what’s good for them.

My rule is usually pretty simple – is it a fucking stupid name? If so, I’ll probably use it.

Well. It’s October. I got nothing worth a damn. Hardly have any ideas. Forgot how to write. Even reading is proving tough to maintain concentration. But, here:
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A vampire suffers from low self esteem because the others are all Counts while he is just a local squire.
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An exhibitionist finds themselves trapped amongst the deaf, mute, and blind.
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After a particularly heavy session on Arthur Guinness’s finest, The Dullahan wakes up to find his head has married one sister and his body has married the other, and they hate the sight of each other. His hungover horse says “I did say nay.”
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A user splits Microsoft’s One Note into two notes and the resulting energy release scours the surface of the Earth clean of life, except for a group of deep miners who emerge into the smoking ruins of the world.
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A supervillain launches a diabolical scheme to turn all the world’s porn furry.
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As the heat death of the universe finally winds down to stillness at the end of all things, a stillness that cannot even truly be called eternal for eternity requires the passage of time and even time will end, Valve releases Half-Life 3
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The abandoned Mars Rovers return…. and they are HORNY.

“Fuck you, you cunts!”
“Gosh Harry, you’re talking like a local already.”
“CUNTS!”
“Yes, you are too Luna.”