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octoberclidan · 11 months

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Hiii im hoping to start writing some of my own fics soon so im going around asking some of my favorite writers for advice💜💜

Hello! I've only been writing for less than 3 months so I'm not sure how great my advice would be! I guess I'd say find a structure that works for you. It's all about your own enjoyment of writing, so only write when you feel like it, you don't want it to be a chore. When I get an idea or a request I usually think about it for awhile then write down some bullet points for how I want the story to go, then those bullet points become more fleshed out paragraphs. Some take longer than others, I try not to let myself get pressured with getting through requests, since at the end of the day this is my blog and something I want to enjoy during my free time. I just let myself take as long as I want. Don't give yourself deadlines, it takes the enjoyment out of it.

Feedback is great, when someone likes, comments, or reblogs something I've written, it gives me a boost and I tend to be more productive with writing immediately after, since I guess I feel more encouraged. I've been very lucky in that some people who have found my posts have decided to leave lovely comments since my first post, and I've never received a negative comment or message. This works two ways though, sometimes when I post something and it doesn't get much attention or any comments I tend to think that it's because it wasn't very good and people didn't like it, and then I tend to not write as much for awhile. I think that's natural and hard to avoid feeling like that, but my advice would be to really try not to care if not one person even reads your post, since it's not really for anyone but yourself. Try and have that mindset from the beginning if you can.

I guess from a technical point of view, some advice I'd have would be:

Make sure you stick to one tense, unless you're purposely switching tenses between present day and a flashback or something.

Make sure you stick to one perspective per fic - don't switch from first person to second person to third person, again unless it's on purpose for a flashback or something. I've read a lot of fics where they swap between first person and second person within the same sentence and it kind of takes you out of the story.

Proofread your work before you post it. I find so many typos and weird sentences that don't make sense when I reread what I've written. Some still get through, but if you reread it a couple of times you should catch most of your mistakes

Set the scene so people know who's there, where they are, and what they're doing. You want readers to be able to easily imagine the scene they're reading about. Make sure it's clear who's talking.

If you struggle with spelling or grammar, there are free apps and software than can check for you.

If it's a oneshot rather than a series, make sure to tie everything up by the end. Don't introduce an issue or mystery and the beginning or middle and then not address it by the end. Even if you want it so the issue is purposely not resolved by the end, at least bring it up at the end and have the characters talk or think about it.

My overall advice is to write for your own enjoyment, it's a nice and creative hobby and should be something you look forward to in your spare time.

#supernatural fic #spn fanfic #spn fanfiction #supernatural fanfic #supernatural fanfiction #fanfic advice #advice #writing #writing advice

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babyvixen-writes · 3 years

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Stupid Keys

Bucky Barnes x Doctor!WOC!Reader

notes: some bad language, bit of fluff, shyness, tired reader, bucky stalking (?) if you squint

word count: 1,109

summary: Weeks after the Blip, an intimidating yet quiet stranger moves from across your apartment. Let’s just say it wasn’t as pleasant as you try to welcome him. (Inspired by Grey’s Anatomy and TFATWS. It doesn’t contain any spoilers)

NOT BETA’D. I’m trying okay. This is my first one-shot to post here on tumblr. Reblogs and comments are really appreciated! PLEASE DO NOT REPOST/ TRANSLATE TO OTHER LANGUAGES TO OTHER SITES. The English language is not my first language so please forgive me for typos, incorrect spellings, and grammatical errors. Also, writing is not my forte but I do enjoy them. It’s a hobby hehe Enjoy and happy reading :D

You finished another 48-hour shift from the hospital, yet again. Ever since everyone who, out of nowhere, turned into dust in front of your eyes came back so suddenly you almost had a heart attack when you were in the operating room performing a heart transplant surgery, you have been very busy ever since. Your longest yet very exhausting shift was at 72-hours with very little sleep somewhere on a vacant gurney along the hallway. The chief surgeon even ordered you to have a one-week off.

“You have to take care of yourself, Y/N. I can’t have my best general surgeon fatigue and sick while on duty.”

After minutes of you and the chief having a light argument, you finally gave in. So there you are, walking towards the open elevator with slumped shoulder, your messenger bag on the floor dragging it behind you. Your thumb pressed on the number of your apartment floor as you leaned your weight on the side of the metal lift. You sighed and yawned for the umpteenth time, rolling your shoulders to ease the kink that had been bothering you ever since. You lazily stepped out of the elevator after it opened, forcing your tired and sore feet to drag you to the hallway.

Your eyes landed on the slightly open door across from you. A few boxes were sitting outside that apartment. It used to be empty for years, even before the Blip. It was because it was a little pricey for a small-spaced shelter good for one to two people. You shook your head from wandering thoughts, your focus on getting on the bed and hibernate until god knows when. Your fingers fished your keys inside your unorganized bag, grumbling, and cursing to yourself why you didn’t even place your keys in your pockets for easy access. You didn’t know that your unknown neighbor was by his door, leaning and amused at your state.

“Fuck!” You groaned, huffing and tying your disheveled hair into a messy bun before getting on the floor and opening your bag wide enough to see everything inside.

“Do you need any help?” Your head whipped in the direction where that deep voice came from. When you saw him, boy was you flustered. He was gorgeous! Even if he was wearing a leather jacket with a grey shirt underneath, you can tell that he was buff. Your heart involuntarily beat faster than normal and it didn’t help when he smirked at your gawking, as if he could feel you getting hot and embarrassed. He bet you didn’t know that your jaw was slightly dropped. You finally came to your senses, shaking your head.

“I’m okay.” You try to sound as calm as possible, faking a cough then trying to focus on finding your damn fucking keys. “Where are those damn keys,” you grumbled under your breath, releasing a frustrated sigh.

“Let me help you instead, ma’am.” The brunette-haired stranger insisted, his boot-clad feet stomped gently on the wooden floor. You sighed in defeat, feeling your head cloudy with the need for sleep. “Okay.” You yawned, shifted yourself to let your back lean against the wall beside your door. He gave you a smile, a warm smile that the corners of his eyes wrinkled and the corners of his lips dimpled. You gave one back, a shy smile. You have never felt this weird feeling before, the butterflies fluttering in your stomach and the tingling sensation of the apples on your cheeks. You cleared your throat, “You just moved in here?” You decided to have small talk with this handsome stranger as he tries to find your goddamn keys from your poor excuse of a bag.

“I just moved in yesterday,” the man said, glancing at you and continued to search. “I didn’t know someone lived here.”

“I spend my time in the hospital a lot.” You sighed, nails scratching against your scalp. “Workload’s been hectic ever since the ‘Vanished’ ones came back.” You said and then you heard a muffled jingle. You lit up your eyes to him and grin. He chuckled, his gloved fingers hooked on its keychain.

“Thank you...” You trailed off. “James Barnes.” He passed you your belongings and your keys, holding his right gloved hand. Your calloused hand gladly accepted, feeling the leather against your grip. “I’m Y/N.” You said cooly as the two of you remained eye contact, hands shaking slowly. You wanted to know how his hand feels against yours. If it is as hot as he made you feel, with his large palm against your, maybe even calloused and his fingers.

No, don’t even think about his fingers. You scold yourself. “Um. I should probably go and sleep.” You planned to quickly get your hand from his, but his grip remained with you then let go with a linger that made you bit the inside of your cheek the way the leather of his glove rubbed against your fingertips.

He didn’t say anything. His blue eyes just pierced against the back of your skull when you turned around, mentally praying that you won’t make a fool of yourself as you slotted the hole of the door with the key, twisted, and turned the knob open.

“Bye, Mr. Barnes. I’ll see you later?” You questioned, looking at him. You can see that his eyes were on your lips, then flickered to meet your gaze. “I’ll see you later.” He smiled and turned his back at you to return to his place, which made it time to go inside and close the door behind you with a slam. You hit the back of your head against the door, rolled and closed your eyes, and release a groan.

“Real smooth, idiot. Real smooth.” You scold yourself. “This is why guys don’t talk to me.” Tossing your bag to the couch, you dragged yourself to the bedroom, your memory from earlier torturing you before you drift off to sleep.

On the other hand, when you closed your door in a rush, James Barnes can hear the way your heart pumped a little faster than normal. Screw that, ever since you two looked at each other, he was fascinated by how your heartbeat changed, your cheeks strained a little when you felt flushed by his presence. He thought you were too cute and short to be working in the hospital, with those doe-shaped eyes and the dimples on your cheek and the corner of your lips. He heard you talking to yourself, though, thanks to his super-hearing. He wasn’t trying to be a creep, but he couldn’t help it.

Bucky hopes to see you again.

#bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x woc!reader #mcu imagine #marvel imagine #bucky barnes x female reader

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oumaheroes · 3 years

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B, H, and I please!

B. Beta Reader - Do you use a beta reader? What's your editing process like?

Hahahaha... we write and die as lonely folk, kids. There is no second pair of eyes here, only my old, tried and impatient ones. My editing process is to write something, reread it as I go, and then force myself to do a final reread before my impatience to post online gets the better of me.

I then read it again on my phone where I often find more mistakes or typos because the structure and format is slightly different from that of my PC screen, so things jump out at me that didn't before. At this point, I can also read it clearer (??) so maybe I'll get inspiration to reword a sentance or add a chunk that feels better, all of a sudden. This means that things often get changed about after it's been uploaded, which on AO3 is easy but on FFnet it's a faff and on Tumblr I've got to be quick before someone reblogs it (if it's lucky enough to get a reblog, of course).

This is a very bad habit of mine because I often feel like the improved version doesn't get seen but try as I might to reread again and again before posting, I know I'll still find things I want to change afterwards, no matter what.

H. Happy- Do you write happy endings? Any particular reason why?

I don't think I've written enough long stories to be able to say! I think overall I have done bittersweet happy endings though, something that reflects the growth of the characters throughout the story- you can't have everything, after all.

I like to leave things on a hopeful note, or as mostly happy, I'd say.

I. Image - What kind of image do you think you hold in the eyes of your readers? How do you think they perceive you?

This is a wonderful question, I've been told recently that my different accounts have very different vibes ;) So much so that I hope people know that rainbowfruitpastilles is also me, rather than somebody else. I've had the fleeting urge to change either the name of this account or the pfp of the other but I'm very attached to the accounts as they are so I'll remain cloaked in mystery.

I hadn't really thought about how other people in the fandom, or readers in particular, see me before but hopefully the image of me is a positive one and that people consider me approachable or friendly. It's always weird to think about how I'm perceived just by the work I put out because I'm obviously more than that, but that's why I love Tumblr so much- I can just exist in this space as a passion and hobby and talk to people who enjoy the same things.

I'm really curious about this though so feel free to let me know how I come across to you!

Thanks for the ask <3

#heroes answers #rein-ette

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obtain-this-grain · 4 years

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“All of It.”

this is my first maplekeen fic! it took me like 7 hours, so if you like it, consider reblogging! its probably not the best but im proud and thats all that matters. please excuse any typos, i proofread like 6 times but still.

_______________________________________________________Argo crept into the dorm, thinking about his meeting with the Unbroken Chain. The group still needs much more information on Fitzroy. Argo hates going around his friends back but he’s sworn to his “hobby”.

Argo tried his best to “tip toe” into his and the firbolg’s' side of the quarters, not noticing the half-elf staring at him. Fitzroy cleared his throat, making Argo look towards him on the couch in the common area. Panicking a bit, Argo started rambling.

“Er.. hello Fitzroy! How are you, my dear friend?”

“I'm fine, Argo. Couldn’t sleep.”

Fitzroy tried his best to play it off like that, atleast. In reality he had been waiting here ever since Argo left, being practically torn apart by the anxiety of where his coworker could be.

God, he hated calling Argo that. “Coworker”. It made his stomach hurt.

“Oh! Good!.. Well not good that you couldn’t sleep but... You know what I mean” Argo replied, getting more anxious by the second.

Fitzroy hides a smile at that and pats the couch next to him. Argo debates this for a second, thinking it would be easier to just go to bed and forget about this whole interaction.

He gives in when he looks at Fitzroy again, this time at his eyes. The half elf’s eyes look so exhausted yet so beautiful, the moonlight coming in through the windows making them shine.

Argo drops his bag and walks over to his friend. He sits down a few inches away, feeling uncomfortable.

Fitzroy looks at him, somewhat admiring his face. Fitzroy wants nothing more than to just scoot closer to the genasi and lay his head on his shoulder.

Argo looks down at his hands and at the coffee table, looking anywhere but at his boss. He feels, no, he knows he’ll break down if he looks at Fitzroy’s face after just discussing the half elf’s life to strangers who have no business knowing.

Fitzroy coughs a bit, perhaps trying to lessen the silence the two are sitting in.

“So... Where did you run off to?” Fitzroy asks quietly.

Argo is knocked out of his “trance” when he replies. “Hm? Oh well ya know, just some errands. Went to the library, dropped some books off. The usual.”

“At 3 in the morning?” Fitzroy questions again.

“Yeah! Well. I guess the library is closed right now, isn’t it?” Argo states, slightly more to himself rather than the man next to him.

Fitzroy simply nods, his stomach tying itself into knots.

“To tell you the truth. I-. I can't tell you Fitz, I’m sorry.” Argo practically whispers the last bit.

Fitzroy’s heart practically bursts. It’s a lover, isn’t it? He knew he wasn’t for Argo. He knew it. He knew it.

“Well” Fitzroy’s voice cracked. “I hope you had fun.”

This makes Argo look up at Fitzroy, seeing the tears welling up in his eyes.

Fitzroy quickly wipes his eyes and takes a deep breath. “Hm, goodnight, Argonaut.” He says, quickly standing up and walking to his quarters, closing the door gingerly.

Argo finally breaks, letting his tears fall.

“God! Why’d I have to join this dumb club? I just ruined my fucking chances! We were so close.” He put his head on his hands.

Sitting on the sofa and sobbing at 3 am wasn’t how Argo thought his Friday night would go. He especially didn’t think it would be over practically losing someone he cared for.

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Fitzroy woke up late that day, expecting everyone to be out and about. Instead he found Argo asleep on the couch and the firbolg sitting next to him on the floor, sketching some sort of tree.

“Good morning.. bossss” the firbolg spoke without looking at Fitzroy, staying focused on his drawing.

“Morning, Dr. Mushrooms”

“I.. heard you speaking wit.. Argo last night.” Bud added

“Oh! You did? I apologize we woke you.”

“Argonaut was wery... angry wit himself. After you.. left.”

Fitzroy didn’t reply this time, he just internalized what Bud had said.

Argo started to stir with all the noise, blinking his eyes open and stretching.

“Ermm good morning, Master firbolg.”

Argo sat up and looked around the room, seeing Fitzroy and staring at him for a moment before getting up and quickly walking over to the door, picking up his bag.

“My! Would you look at the time! My blame taking class is about to start.” he stated, closing the door behind him.

Obviously it wasn’t, Argo just needed to get out of that situation. Fast.

“It is saturday... is it not?” the firbolg asked, confused.

“It is.” Fitzroy replied sadly. “God, I'm so scared I messed up. He probably hates me.”

The firbolg simply stares at him as Fitzroy walks to the door.

“I have to go, we’ll catch up later.” and with that, Fitzroy is gone.

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Argo is seated at a lunch table with Raineer, talking about the night's happenings but making sure to leave out the bit about the Unbroken Chain.

“And- and I fucked it up! We were just getting close. He was just trusting me. God, what am I gonna do? I ruined it. I fu-“ he was cut off by Raineer.

“Why don’t you just tell him how you feel? You might not be able to tell him the whole truth but at least tell him your feelings.” She replied, taking another bite of her ramen.

Argo kept rambling on. “I can't do that! He already hates my guts!”

“That’s not true, I know it for a fact.” Raineer said in return.

“Either way, I can’t tell him. we’re- we’re colleagues!” Argo pauses.

His face saddens when he realizes what he said. They really are colleagues, nothing more.

“Thanks for the chat Raineer. I’m gonna go.” Argo got up from the table, tossed his orange away and left the dining hall.

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Fitzroy is sifting through books at the library. He normally isn’t here, but it’s the only place without people on the weekend.

He spots a specific book, “Kathy Easom's Easy Cake Recipes”. Grabbing it off the shelf, he walks over to a quiet corner and starts flipping through.

Fitzroy tried to read. He really did, but was unsuccessful overall. He couldn't stop thinking about Argo. He couldn't stop thinking about last night. He couldn’t stop thinking about how much he hurts. He closed his eyes, letting a tear fall.

He sat for a moment, simply breathing.

Fitzroy got up after a few minutes. He's got a mission now. Fitzroy was going to find Argo and talk to him. Maybe tell him how he feels, maybe just fix whatever happened last night. Either way it should help.

Leaving the library, Fitzroy went back to the dorm.

The half elf stayed there for a while, till about sundown, when he realized Argo probably wasn’t going to show up.

Instead, Fitzroy headed to the fountain. Thinking back to a previous late night conversation with Argo. He remembered that Argo likes to go there when he’s stressed.

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Fitzroy doesn’t find Argo at the fountain. However, he does find a bit of peace.

He was the only student there and the sound of the water almost lulled him to sleep. If he wasn’t anxious he probably would’ve dozed off.

Fitzroy sat at the fountain until the moon was high. The firbolg had stopped by earlier to check in, bringing him a water bottle, but he left soon after.

Fitzroy wondered when he would go inside, if he would go inside. He simply sat alone with his thoughts and the sound of running water.

The half-elf yawned, about to stand and head in for the night when he heard humming from the other side of the fountain.

It was the fucking Thundermen theme song.

Whoever was humming had to be Argo. The three of them are the only ones who know the song in the first place, and it’s definitely not the firbolg. You would’ve been able to see him over the fountain.

Fitzroy froze, thinking of what to do. He could just leave, pretend he didn’t see the argo. That wouldn’t really fix anything, though.

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Argo was completely oblivious to the half-elf standing on the other side of the fountain. He stared into the water, watching it ripple as he dipped his hand in. He sighed.

“What am I going to do? I ruined any chance I have with him.” Argo spoke out loud. After all, he thought he was alone.

Fitzroy heard this. Straightening out his cloak, he strutted around the fountain (trying to look very cool), towards Argo.

“hEllo Argo. Fuck.” He whispered the last bit, not expecting his voice to break like that. clearing his throat he tried again.

“Hello. Argo.” He said, calmer this time.

Argo was already staring at him in shock. How much had Fitzroy heard? Had he followed him out here? Argo was in deep shit if he followed him.

“Boss!” Argo exclaimed.

Fitzroy winced.

“Erm. How long have you been here?” Argo questioned.

“Sunset. I’ve just been here, chilling.”

Fitzroy cursed himself for that. “Chilling”? What was he thinking?

“Oh! so you’ve been here quite a while, hm?” Argo chuckled nervously. “How- how much did you hear?”

Fitzroy was silent for a few seconds before replying. He went over and sat on the ledge of the fountain, next to his friend.

“All of it, Argo.”

“Oh. Well then. I guess the cats out of the bag then. Listen-“ his words quickened. “I'm sorry about last night. I just really can’t tell you where I go-“ talking a bit faster, “I just really care about you and I’m so sorry I hurt you. I hope I can fix this, I'm sor-“.

Fitzroy placed his hand on the genasi’s leg, effectively silencing him.

“I- I care about you too, Argo. And I also wanted to apologize. I overreacted last night.” Fitzroy spoke softly, trying to calm the man sitting next him.

Argo smiled weakly, looking into Fitzroy’s eyes. They were just as beautiful as the night before.

Fitzroy was doing the same, looking into Argo’s eyes. They were an amazing green tonight. Fitzroy blushed.

Argo raised his hand to Fitzroy’s cheek. The half elf leaned into his touch, closing his eyes and sighing.

Now both of them were blushing.

They leaned forwards, almost touching their foreheads together. Fitzroy cupped Argo's face as well, his eyes flicking from the other man's eyes to his lips and back.

“May I?” Fitzroy asked.

Argo simply nodded, leaning forward and kissing Fitzroy. God, he had dreamed of this moment.

The kiss was beautiful. It was soft and passionate and full of so much pent of love. It was perfect.

When they came apart they both took a deep breath, smiling.

Fitzroy’s hands were on Argo’s thighs now, resting there. Argo's hands were on fitzroys shoulders now.

Their foreheads leaned against each other and Argo started laughing. Fitzroy quirked his eyebrow, questioning Argo’s “outburst”.

“I never thought I would get to do that!” he smiled.

Fitzroy just kissed him again, this time shorter but full of the same, if not more, love.

That evening they returned to the dorm, hand in hand.

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#maplekeene #taz #tazg #tazgraduation #sir fitzroy maplecourt #taz fitzroy #fitzroy #argo #argonaut keene #the adventure zone #first fic #master firbolg #ship #raineer #im terrible at tags

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inked-iwtfw · 5 years

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Inked - Adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy

We all know how hard it is to find new writers on tumblr (let’s face it, it’s hard to do anything on tumblr these days), and that sometimes means talent gets buried. So, as two writers, we wanted to do something to highlight the wonderful talent the Harry Styles fandom has.

If you’d like to take part, or you have a writer you’d like to see get some recognition, fill out this handy form HERE! Please don’t be shy about putting yourself forward, this isn’t a popularity contest, this is about you and your writing being found. We’re also on Wattpad so if you have an author on there you’d like us to talk to, feel free to suggest them.

Here’s a shameless plug for our work!

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Love, Mo, Van, and Elena x

Our author this weekend is @adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy

You can find their writing here: TUMBLR

When did you start writing? Who inspired you to give writing a go? I started writing when I was 14, I think! I started reading fic on wattpad (like the best of us yeehaw) and I read a Niall fic called Grey Matter and that was the story that really made me think, “Man, I want to write like this one day and make people feel the way this story made me feel.” Then I started reading one shots, eventually found tumblr through @littlebitofharry and her stories were just phenomenal and she eventually inspired me to get a tumblr and start putting my writing out there!

Tell us your 1D/Harry origin story. I first heard of 1D through my friends when I was like 11 and I remember watching the WMYB music video and being like “eh okay” but I never really got into them until I was 13/14, right after the release of Midnight Memories because I’d heard Best Song Ever on the radio and was like, “okay now hold on just a minute.,,.,..maybe she SLAPS!!” After that, I bought the album and literally just fell through the hole rip.

Tell us why Harry is your muse. Harry’s my muse because I feel like he’s just so easy to read and creating characters based around him and his personality just flows so naturally. Everyone knows how open and honest Harry is and even though he’s very private, for some reason he still comes off as an open book because of how genuine he is, and I just love channeling that into the stories I write. He writes himself, to be honest.

Do you tell people you write fanfic? Do you tell people you write at all? I don’t tell people I write fanfic or that I write at all because I just don’t want it to spread to my family that I write smut djjdjdjdjdjdkd no gracias

Do you have a writing playlist, or do you need complete silence to write? I like to write in complete silence because if there’s other stuff going on around me, I just can’t concentrate. The only mental thing I can do while listening to music is math rip

What’s your favourite thing you've ever written. Probably Fixer-Upper because it’s the longest thing I’ve ever written and i feel like it has a lot of plot and side stories and details! However, demon!harry is my favorite character to write because who doesn’t love cocky Harry.

What's your favourite thing you've ever read? Fanfic and non-fanfic? My favorite thing I’ve ever read that is a fic is the one I mentioned before, Grey Matter! I forgot who wrote it because she deleted her whole wattpad, unfortunately, but the story just flowed really nicely and it was so cute! Non-fanfic would have to be the Percy Jackson series because it’s just so funny and witty and entertaining.

Do you tend to stick to one genre, or do you like to change things up a little? I tend to stick to one genre: fiction. I just feel like fiction is way more creative and interesting.

Do you have a fixed plan of what you're going to write, or do you just see where the story takes you? I usually just see where the story takes me. Like, I very rarely plan out a fic. I kinda just go with what feels right.

Is there a schedule you follow in terms of when you write? Or are you more impulsive and just write where and when you can? I’m definitely more impulsive and write when I can. I wish I could be the type of writer that can be like, “Okay, I’m going to sit down and write this much today” but I’m just not. I won’t write for, like, 4 months and then have a random rush of inspiration, write a 10k fic, and then not write again for another 4 months #tragic

Are your stories driven by plot or character?

I’d say both. Like, certain times I’ll develop a character in my head through certain scenes I imagine them in and that character gets channelled into stories, or I’ll imagine a scene and then make a character to go with it. For example, demon!harry came to be through me imagining him being really blunt and inappropriate and confident in that cocky way and through fitting him into scenes with angel!Y/N. But hades!harry came to be through me wanting to write a sex scene in a throne room and then someone mentioned mixing Harry and Greek mythology and I was like, “Oh, these two could work!”

Some readers are wary of leaving feedback because they're unsure how the writer will take it, how do you personally like to receive feedback? Do you want to be critiqued, or would you like to just know if they did or didn't enjoy what they've read? I feel like I’m very accepting when it comes to feedback, whether it just be praise or critique. I love to know that someone liked what I wrote and I take every message very personally because the fact that someone took time out of their day to tell me they enjoyed my writing is one of the nicest things anyone could ever do for me! I’m also very grateful for critique because I feel like there’s always room for improvement and I appreciate the honesty behind someone trying to help me evolve. As long as you say it in a respectful and kind manner, I don’t think any writers will ever not accept feedback. We LOVE it, actually!

Do you use a beta? If so, feel free to give them a shout out! How do they help you? I don’t have a beta because (and this isn’t anything personal tbh it’s just what I’ve observed and what I experience myself betaing for someone) I feel like no one will be as nit-picky with your writing as yourself. Like, I go through it and try and mostly fix typos and reword things but I very rarely change scenes and such. I feel like betaing has more to do with someone giving you feedback on the plot and characters of a fic and in my head, once I write a story, I don’t want to go through the trouble of changing it because I’m, como se dice, a laZY BITCH. So if I ever ask anyone to beta, it’s my way of asking them to help me edit and revise rather than look at the actual plot of the story jsjsjsjsjdj

Is writing a hobby or do you have aspirations of writing professionally outside of fanfiction? Writing is just a hobby for me. I feel like I could never write a full book/novel or anything like that because I can’t write on command and being an author requires you to make book deals and haves deadlines and that just ain’t it, chief.

Do you post your writing in other places? Where do you you find to be the best place for your work? I used to post my stuff on wattpad but I mostly just stick to tumblr now because it’s easier and more convenient when it comes to feedback (with the anonymous feature) and people can share it by reblogging and what not.

Favourite writing trope? I love a good enemies to lovers story because even though it’s cliche, it’s never fails to make me soft.

AU or OU? Oh, AU for sure. Creating new and unique universes and storylines and characters with what you have is the best part of writing.

Preferred types of writing: Blurbs, short stories, or full fics? Blurbs and one shots because it doesn’t require the time and commitment of a full fic but it gives you a sweet taste of what the author has in mind.

Do you draw anything from your personal life? What inspires your subject matter? When I first started writing, I did draw stuff from my personal life as far as characters and environment but nowadays, not really. I think what inspired it then was just me projecting myself into the writing. There’s nothing wrong with that, of course, but when I personally project myself I tend to forget about others so my writing becomes more limited in terms of audience. For example, I used to use blushing in my writing because I’m fairly pale and get red really easily, but then I realized that not everyone blushes because of difference of skin tones so I try to stay away from that so everyone can feel included in my stories.

What's your purpose for writing? What do you hope to accomplish? My purpose is just providing people a break from the real world with a story that will make them feel happy and entertained!

And finally, do you have any advice/tips for your fellow fanfic writers? Revise and edit!! Paragraph breaks!! Proper grammar and dialogue!!! That’s really it, I just happen to be picky about that stuff. And this goes without saying but don’t write just to gain followers because then you’re not writing for yourself or for others, you’ll just be writing for popularity and doing anything to gain popularity backfires in the end. Write because it’s your passion and don’t be too hard on yourself about it. Take it step by step and you’ll be surprised how far you go. :-)

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