What's the penalty if you get dinged for porniness?
I have no idea what they are planning to do with or about violators of the porn-gag rule. But they posted a notice on the front page of the site on June 4, clarifying the differences between M rated fic (allowed) and MA rated ones (not allowed).
"Fiction M can contain adult language, themes and suggestions. Detailed descriptions of physical interaction of sexual or violent nature is considered Fiction MA and has not been allowed on the site since 2002."
I had been thinking of the difference between M and MA as the difference between R and NC-17, or like the difference between the light and racy historical romances that my mother used to read and the hot-and-heavy 500 page historical bodice rippers. This rather makes it sound more like the difference between PG-13 and R - or the difference between an Elizabeth Peters scene of marital affection and a Johanna Lindsey love scene. And I must admit that I was definitely pushing limits and assuming they would never bother to enforce it.
The TOS states they can and will terminate accounts or remove submissions that are found to violate their standards. I have a vague recollection of some form of kerfuffle years ago. I had not started using the site much at that point but I gathered that they rather suddenly changed their policy to forbid explicit stories and deleted a bunch of accounts and/or stories without warning. Of course, I may have this conflated with some of the more recent LiveJournal kerfuffles, so I dunno.
I find it difficult to believe that they have the time or resources to troll through all the M rated pieces to find infractions. But I can imagine if someone lodged specific complaints, they would check those out. And there would be two kinds of people making those reports - people with grudges going after perceived enemies and people who sincerely think that explicit sex scenes are harmful to people's souls and to the very fabric of society taking it upon themselves to police the site.
"Lucky for you, I fancy a spot of violence...Give Joyce my love, all right?"
erika, Spike mostly sounds about right. I'm having trouble syncing my memory of Joyce's illness and Spike's increasingly functional working relationship with the Slayer here. Is this meant to replace the scene where Spike decides he is going to kill Buffy once and for all with a shotgun, then ends up sitting on the back steps comforting her as she worries about Joyce's impending brain surgery, or is this earlier than that? I'm not entirely certain that such overt affection toward Joyce (even though we know he liked her because she was kind to him) would come so easily so soon. And Spike
might
still be mercenary enough at this point to take whatever cash Buffy puts in front of him (either because he needs or wants it, or because he's still trying to pretend not to be emotionally attached to her).
Yes, I suppose that's a bit too soft. Maybe he can be an extra pain in the next bit he's in to make up for it.
I've definitely encountered people who have grudge-reported authors. It's hella pissy.
But FFN is also apparently legendary for not replying to anything (I'm still waiting for feedback on how to get access to my long-forgotten account, and it's like yelling in a hurricane.
No doubt they'd rather crack down on the porn.
I guess they could do a search of fanporn cliches and go from there. I mean, who laves anything other than a nipple? That's a total giveaway.
I guess they could do a search of fanporn cliches and go from there. I mean, who laves anything other than a nipple? That's a total giveaway.
Good gravy, do people actually lave things in fic? I'd sooner resort to making manhoods throb. Maybe I just don't like the word. But now I want to write a fic about a favorite character bottle feeding a litter of kittens - nipples and sucking and nipping and licking the back end (or at least mention of the need to simulate such because that's how momma cats get the little ones to void), Ahoy! just to see if it gets any official reaction.
Yes, I suppose that's a bit too soft. Maybe he can be an extra pain in the next bit he's in to make up for it.
That's always fun too. Buffy just caught him on a soft day.
No doubt they'd rather crack down on the porn.
It's already started - one of my favorite, and incidentally the porniest writer in that fandom, has had stories removed. The future of her account is up in the air still. I have no clue if she was reported, or if FFN found her stuff on their own.
So at the end of the last season I wrote up a Castle snippet, a tag for finale. Of course now I'm posting it here and things have changed, but I wanted some feedback
They had barely spoken since Kate's declaration. They'd made love with a quiet intensity broken only by a few words of encouragement or direction.
Kate felt a stirring panic of “what now” in the afterglow. All day she'd been ridden a wave of vengeance and righteousness. She'd wrapped herself in the single minded determination to find Castle . It had all protected her from thinking too much. She'd avoided Castle b.c she couldn't handle the emotions and tonight she had gone to him, partly so because she couldn't handle the emotions of the day. But also she didn't want to lose him. She'd wanted him more than her badge, more than the assassin, more than anything. Now she felt unmoored and unsure.
They lay together the rain still beating outside. Castle broke the silence and rolled onto his side, propped his head on his hand and said “tell me what happened.”
Kate closed her eyes. She felt so exposed and raw, trying to drive away the creeping worries about what happened between the two of them now. She didn't feel ready to deal with this but she owed him.
She looked at the ceiling, unable to look at him, and took his hand, lacing her fingers in his,she need the connection.
“We got a hit on a hotel, Javi and I went to stake it out. Ryan argued, he wanted us to call for back up but I couldn't...no I was damned if any other cop was going to be involved. We went to his hotel room and found the files, and an album. The assassin surprised us, knocked out Javi and ran for up the service stairs. I got a few shots off and followed him to the roof.”
“We fought. No.” she paused, “I fought. He just...toyed with me. Choked me, then let me recover. I wanted...to prove...” Kate shook her head, she couldn't even articulate the tangle of feelings -her rage and anger, her need to prove ….to her self, to them.. that she was better; to avenge her mother and her self, to prove those smug bastards they messed with the wrong person.
“I charged him, I was going to take him over the edge and if I went, then I went with him. I didn't care.”
Castle squeezed her hand.
“He knew what I'd do. I was clinging to the edge of the roof and he taunted me with that: he knew me.“
“I could barely hang on and the whole time. The whole time. All I could think about was you.I had faith you'd be there, that you'd followed after or some how managed to figure it out . Even when I was slipping all I could think about was you. That you loved me, and I'd wasted my chance.” But it was SWAT and Kevin and Gates.
She put us on suspension. I resigned. It didn't matter Rick. I realized the whole time I was hanging there I never once thought about my mom. It drove me to the edge before but not like this. I became a cop for her. For the first time since she died there's something more important.
I'm lost. And all I know is that I want you.”
She turned to look at him and he kissed her.
“I almost closed the door on you.” he admitted. “Didn't want to be hurt again.” there was a hitch in his voice.
Kate smiled “I'd have broken down the door.”
He huffed a laugh and pulled her into his arms. His arms strong around her, “you almost died.”
“yeah.” Kate said, the knot in her throat again, not ready for questions, not ready for anything.
“you didn't. The rest can wait until morning.”
This is another version of me trying the story this is how I envision the story –
Beckett leads Castle to the bedroom. They kiss and undress, touching and exploring, but silently. As if talking will break the spell. Except for words of encouragement and pleasure.
Afterwards they lay together, next to each other on their sides facing each other, but not speaking or touching, it's afterglow but also aftermath. Now, without the adrenaline, vengeance, fury and determination, the “what now” panic started rising. There was an urge to grab her clothes and run. She wasn't going to leave, now that she was finally here, but it didn't (continued...)
( continues...) stop the urge. Everything had changed, everything was different she wasn't sure what to do now. Not just with Castle, but with the force and Espisoto and the conspiracy.
Castle reaches towards her, touches her face.
“You almost died.”
She nods, not trusting her voice.
“What happened?”
Kate can't face, she feels too raw and exposed, she rolls over on her back and stares at the ceiling, but she takes his hand, laces her fingers in his and hangs on.
{{Castle is trying to let her have her space, but he has to know, it's been in his head all night “Kate almost died. She almost died.”}}
So she tells him – about the finding the hotel. Going with Javi and Ryan objecting, wanting to bring in back up. “No way was I letting anyone else. There was a conspiracy.” she shakes her head, all in for honesty “I didn't want anyone else but family on this. I didn't want anyone else to take him down.” She tells him about finding the papers and the album. And the assassin coming from behind them -taking out Espisoto and leading her to the roof.
“We fought. No.” she corrects herself, “I fought. He just...toyed with me. He didn't break a sweat, he'd let me get going again. He choked me, then let me recover. I wanted...to prove...” Kate couldn't articulate the tangle of feelings -her rage and anger, her need to prove ….to her self, to them.. that she was better; to avenge her mother and her self, to prove those smug bastards they messed with the wrong person.
--she tells him and she's trying to tell him and she can't articulate or process all the conflicted feelings. She tells him about putting put on leave and resigning. She doesn't tell him about sitting in the rain. The biggest thing is that hanging from the roof and when she was falling Castle was her focus – her faith that he would be there—and afterwards (in the rain, so maybe she does tell him this) she admits that he was the only thing. She didn't think about her mother or who killed her, it was just Castle. That's what made her resign. What's making her start to question things, she's been driven by her mother's death, even when she wasn't obsessed it's why she became a cop, it's always there, in the back of her mind, the feel of the chain around her neck, her mother's ring on her chest. But today it wasn't' as important as Castle. She's not sure about anything – what she wants, where she's going from here, what to do know but the one thing she knows is she wants Castle. He's her solid ground.
“I'm lost” she tells him. She turns and looks at him. “I'm lost and all I want is you.”
He kisses her. {{Because he can, because she almost died}}
And then admits “I almost closed the door. I didn't want to be hurt again” {{She's all in with honesty and so is he}}
Kate smiles him “I'd have kicked it down.”
There's the unspoken “now what” hanging between them, and either he says “you almost died” and she says “yeah” with a knot in her throat, and then he pulls her into him and says “but you didn't. We'll deal with the rest in the morning” or it skips that part and he just pulls her into his arms and says “we will deal with the rest tomorrow”
