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Kermit opened his laptop and logged onto his AO3 account. MrTheFrog55. He didn’t have any work of his own posted, but he had a handful of subscriptions and quite a few bookmarks.
He felt a personal obligation to subscribe to WakaFozBear76 if only because the only people who followed Fozzy were HECKLER_4_LIFE and WALDORF14578 who also seemed to be the only two profiles on the entire forum who left negative comments.
Kermit couldn’t remember subscribing to C’estMoi_MsPiggy, but he was plagued by email notifications practically every day of steamy fanfiction Ms Piggy wrote about herself and other celebrities. (Because apparently, there was a subgenre of fanfic about real people. Kermit didn’t understand why.) He wouldn’t have bothered reading any of it if Ms. Piggy didn’t harass him with daily pop quizzes to prove he’d read her latest updates. They were always horrible.
He liked browsing fandoms created by George Lucas. He spent hours with George off-set whenever he and Jim worked on a project together. Although these fics were derivatives of the original source materials, Kermit felt closer to his creator and their old friend as he read them. George was still around, but they fell out of touch after Jim died in the 90s. Kermit missed them both very much.
He tended to gravitate toward the Star Wars content. Although he wasn’t as familiar with the newer installments and spin-offs of the series, he enjoyed reading about Jedi and the shenanigans they get into. His most recent find was a funny little one-shot about a character trying to explain what the f-word meant. Kermit didn’t dare use the word himself, but he bookmarked and re-read it often as a guilty pleasure.
Occasionally, he’d venture down rabbit holes and mix it up a bit by checking out profiles of people who left kudos on stories he liked. That’s how he learned about Daredevil.
Kermit didn’t read very much fanfiction about the chronically depressed Matt Murdock. It tended to be a little too dark and violent for his tender frog heart. But sometimes on rainy days, he’d find a warm blanket and commiserate with the blind lawyer vigilante.
After several hours of reading delightful creations of fellow internet fans, Kermit would often close his laptop and wonder if he could write anything worth reading.
Maybe one day.