#she is a published writer she should KNOW the risks she is taking when she publishes her writing
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really fucking sick and tired of people who really fucking love the eddie book jumping on people who don't like or are even remotely critical of it's posts and like crusading their opinions around from the top of their high horses and shoving it down our throats.
if you like the book, great! that's awesome! love that for you! i am genuinely glad that you were able to find good in it and enjoy it!!
but not everyone did, and not everyone is going to agree with you. so, instead of going on some grand crusade where you find every single post that includes anything even remotely negative or negative adjacent or even neutrally critical and spending ALL this time and effort trying to provide unwanted rebuttals to every single thing, maybe you should just stay in your lane and find people who DO like the book and chat about it with them.
because i can PROMISE YOU, none of us appreciate it when you come onto our posts and start accusing us of "hating on" the author or "being rude" about her and her work and RIDICULOUS shit like that.
being critical of something and pointing out it's flaws is NOT inherently hating on it. i, frankly, do not know where people got that notion, but it's not fucking true so can we fucking quit assuming it is? and, critiquing something is also NOT the same as saying this is shit and it sucks and the author is a piece of garbage. again, where the fuck that came from is beyond me. you can be critical of something and still enjoy it. as soooo many of you love to point out, it's not perfect, why should it be perfect? so D U H. of course that means criticism can and should arise???
also. hot take (by which i mean ice fucking cold because it's NOT a fucking hot take), but going around toting FALSE facts as part of your "defense" does not make you or your argument look good. you, like the author, should maybe do a basic fact check first. 🙃
tldr, if you like the book, that's genuinely great, but stay in your fucking lane and stop seeking out posts from people who didn't like it to start shit in the notes.
#flight of icarus#stranger things#this has happened to me and to so many of my friends and im fucking SICK of it#i didn't even hate the book either!! i thought it was just okay#and yet i STILL get all these book lovers jumping down my throat about things i say about the book#things that - HONESTLY are not even like that scathing!!!!!#like god damn all im asking for is a little BASIC effort from the author and they all think thats me asking for her head on a platter#its NOT#i have no problem with the author#she's whatever to me honestly just a vessel through which the book was given to us#ALSO she is some nebulous blob way outside my orbit. AS IN any critiques i have of her and her work are NOT direct assaults on her???#like i dont fucking KNOW her#im not saying any of this to her face#she is a published writer she should KNOW the risks she is taking when she publishes her writing#not everyone is going to like it! there are going to be people who are critical of it! there are going to be people who hate it!#critiques and pointing out mistakes and wishing for things to have been different is not a fucking direct attack#those things are actually pretty fucking common responses to ANYTHING#and a lot of times theyre actually meant as useful helpful things geared towards improvement and not something to tear someone down with#some people on the internet need to go touch grass and learn how to CRITICALLY THINK again#the world is not as black and white as you think#n e ways. rant over. if you stuck around through all of that kudos to you. i am just. at the end of my rope with this bullshit.
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Hi! So, i know this is not the kind of question you wanted or something like that, but i really need some advice from someone out of the buble i currently live in.
I always liked writing, just that, and always liked the feelling of sharing a message through the words. It's been about a week since my friend introuduced me some tools to start writing profissionally, his aunt has already written a lot and earned money with that at home, he started writing too, writing a book, and he did pretty well. His story is about to be published and he is so happy wirh that.
He made me feel confident enough to write my story too, he inspired me and said i have the ability to write a really good book. But i'm nervous. I want to write, but i don't know if it is the right thing to do or if my story will be good enough as his. What if they don't like it? Is it the end of my life? (I'm too dramatic sorry)
What do i do? Can you answer me?
I thank you so much just by reading this, sorry for wasting youe time.
Thanks.
I'm answering publicly because maybe any of my followers have some uplifting words for you as well? Maybe even someone who has experience? Any followers who have other recommendations, help, or would like to reach out?
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No problem, don't worry about it. People are free to send me non-fandom related questions as well. You're not wasting my time either.
I mean, I'm not a writer but it sounds like there are two issues here.
1) process-related: getting good at writing and publishing a book and
2) emotion based: becoming more confident, accepting failure/mistakes and improving
(Just to preface this, I'm answering this from my own perspective and how I would probably handle this and pep-talk myself if I was in this position)
For 1) there's little advice I can give you myself, seeing as I'm not a writer. But if I was in your position I'd probably use the resources I have and do further research. Ask your friends aunt for advice and her experience. What do you need to do to publish a book? What's the process? Anything you need to prepare, etc? Anything your friend can help with? Are there any websites (tumblr? reddit? other forums?) where people could help you out? Anything to answer these hard facts/questions. And if you've got your answers, you can start working towards them.
But from your ask it sounds like 2) is your bigger issue. If you want to publish a book (and not just write as a hobby for yourself) then fact is, you will not grow efficiently either as a person (getting more confident) or as a writer (getting better at writing) if you don't take risks. No one is born exceptional (ok maybe like 0,1% but for us peasants it doesn't work like that lmao). A person doesn't grow when they're in their comfort zone. You improve when you take risks, try new things, make yourself vulnerable, and make mistakes.
Everyone starts out shitty (I did bad anime fanart as well when I started out drawing). But when you accept this, and start accepting criticism, you can start to take what's bad and improve it. Show your work to people (your friend? your friend's aunt? other writers? beta readers? an agent?). Actively ask for criticism and prepare yourself for things people may not like - only if you know what is not good can you improve it.
Always remember that no one is born perfect. Imagine that most likely even someone like Stephen King started out writing shittily. You will only get better if you open yourself up for the possibility of improvement. Take a deep breath and tell yourself "maybe it's bad, maybe even really bad - but this means it can only get better".
Lastly, it probably won't hurt to reach out to other writers in a similar position. People who are uncertain, who share the same fears. Check on tumblr, reddit, and other places. I know it helps myself to ramble to people in a similar position, so maybe it will help you as well.
#My two cents#I don't think I have more advice#I've always grown the most when I took the biggest risks#and in hindsight I was always glad I did it#fun fact: I accidentally signed up as a TA in a first semester chemistry lab thinking I'd just be the assistant#I was in my master's studies then#turns out I signed up for LEADING the whole lab#like college chem lab not just innocent school chem experiments#as in giving lections and being responsible for 20+ people and their chem experiments#like there was no one above me in the lab#I was scared shitless and thought about quitting but then I decided I'd try#I made some mistakes but it all went well and I learned SO much#and I came out much more confident knowing I could do something like this#anyway that's a short story of how you should take opportunities to improve#Like as a writer I'd definitely use that aunt for my advantage and ask her if maybe she knows an agent or has someone who could go over#my manuscript - or just in general give advice to best improve#USE the resources you have! If you already know someone who published definitely go to them#ask chim
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FanFiction Recommendations
before I disclose my favorite Pedro Pascal character-related fan fiction here, a few caveats and disclosed biases: I’m a woman of a certain age. I was your average English lit major. I’m the dork who - upon listening to Jewel’s debut album and hearing the lyric “you can be Henry Miller and I’ll be Anais Nin” in the mid 1990s - legit hauled my ass to the local public library and looked up Anais Nin - using the Dewey Decimal system - to read her elevated smut. Right now I’m a content but exhausted, ragey American woman in a mid-life crisis. I hate bullshit, I have an ok attention span, I scroll/read after the family’s gone to bed.
if you look at my semi-neglected Tumblr page, you’ll see I’m relatively new to the Pedro fandom. What a privilege to dive into really superb writing. This is clearly not an exhaustive list and reflects my tastes (and to each her/his/their own)! But if you’re an exhausted parent in a mid-life crisis and have no time, this may be for you!
in no particular order...
@fuckyeahdindjarin - masterlist - Cee describes herself as a writer who pens romantic comedies - and she does a stellar job with them - but she sells herself short and fails to mention the sex scenes she writes are hot. especially love the consent series (dieter bravo), the grays 2-part series (frankie morales), and of course, the ongoing joel miller/pin series. a delightful mix of angst, sweetness, spice. and a thoughtful writer with an inclusive mindset.
@absurdthirst - masterlist - if you told me Keri has a few stories published in several “best of erotica” anthologies, I’d believe you. good smut is fucking hard to write. this is great smut. this is smut you read and then take a cold shower afterwards or do whatever it is you like to do to get yourself off. it’s smut that even as a non-smoker and knowing all the terrible health risks you may think goddamn I need a cigarette. I'm partial to a few Javier Pena and Agent Whiskey pieces, but you’d be satisfied reading any of her stories.
@something-tofightfor - masterlist - Rachael should give a master class on how to write the best slow burn. Her Joel Miller stories stand out for several reasons including - 1) she thoughtfully incorporates elements of the original canon/game into her fanfic which is uncommon in the PP fandom (from what I’ve seen/read at least), 2) every Joel story/chapter is compelling and well imagined. Her current series on Tim Rockford has me on the edge of my seat and I'm eagerly awaiting the next installment. And judging from the titles of her stories, we have similar music tastes (ha!).
@disgruntledspacedad - this writer hasn’t updated in several months, but their Javier Pena multi-chapter fic (and folks, there are MANY out there) called Better Love is the one that kept me going and going and wanting to read more (see mention of short attention span in a tired mama above). being in the healthcare field, I also arch my eyebrows out of curiosity when someone weaves medical stuff into their writing and wonder what line of work they do. (yes I'm a terribly biased nerd, I’m a sucker for when someone puts a f!physician reader into their PP-character related drabble).
@jomiddlemarch - she is a great friend and a gifted, amazing writer who always makes me wonder “how does she do this and how does she do this so well and so quickly while the rest of us plebes are just getting through our day.” she writes for MULTIPLE fandoms (and judging from the notes on her posts, I think her readership is more into those than Pedro and the Last of Us but it’s ok!), and started writing Joel Miller and an OFC (she created!) named Grace Yang (NOT ME - but maybe there’s a chance she created this OFC to shut me up since I’ve been rambling on and on about how besotted I am with Pedro 😂). If you’re into OFCs, read her stuff. Check out the (ongoing) entire series on her AO3 here. Here’s one story that you can find on her Tumblr. Two of the five stories are Ted Lasso crossovers - all her stories are written so richly and so layered - she’s the star in your writing workshop who’s showing and not telling - I’m still thinking about how there’s so much to unpack in the latest one. :)
#fic rec#pedro pascal#pedro pascal fanfiction#javier pena#joel miller#agent whiskey#tim rockford#dieter bravo#frankie morales#fuckyeahdindjarin#absurdthirst#something-tofightfor#disgruntledspacedad#jomiddlemarch
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Hi! I'm reading your PA fic and it's amazing, I was wondering if you had some other famous/non famous AU that you love?
Hey, I'm so glad you like it!!
I can definitely rec some - most are pretty well-known but hopefully, there is something you haven't read. I've recced some of these ones before when I did a favourites post. Ordered from longest to shortest. (All the below summaries are ones I have written, and I promise the fics are much better written than my summaries)
love is a word, you gave it a name (WC: 158k) - by CuckooTrooke (@larrydoinglaundry)
Famous Louis/Non-Famous Harry. Strangers to lovers. Louis Tomlinson is an Oscar Winning actor who escaped to a resort in Eastern Europe looking for solitude and isolation. That's until he meets the resort's massage therapist and yoga instructor, and suddenly, he wasn't sure that isolation was actually what he kneaded*.
*I cannot take credit for that one. It's all on LIAW Harry.
(Also, please go to Miia's Twitter and ask her via anon what date she's planning on realising the sequel because not a single person has asked that yet. Bonus points if you ask her to coincide it's release because those anons kill me.)
Empty Skies (WC: 134k)- by green_feelings (@greenfeelings)
Famous Louis/Non-Famous Harry. Louis Tomlinson is 1/3 of the biggest boyband in the World, and all he had to do to get in there was go against everything he believed in. Harry Styles dreams of being a Musician, and after three years of putting it off while he deals with his own anguish, he is determined to give it a shot. Not only are their futures intertwined, so are their pasts.
got the sunshine on my shoulders (WC 124k)- by hattalove (@hattalove)
Famous Harry/Non-Famous Louis. Exes-to-Lovers. Harry left his small hometown to become a recording artist. He is rich, famous, and when his boyfriend proposes, he knows he has everything he has ever wanted. Plus one thing he doesn't want - a husband who keeps returning unsigned divorce papers.
California Sold (WC:123k)- by isthatyoularry (@isthatyoularry).
Famous Harry Styles/Non-Famous Louis Tomlinson. Friends to lovers. Fake Dating. Harry Styles is at risk of being outed. So, as we've come to expect, management is struck with an ingenious plan; Stunting! With! A! Female! Which makes sense because history shows it always works out so well. Anyway, shocker: it doesn't. Harry's best friend, Louis, has to intervene and get's papped with Harry. So, maybe it works out well, after all.
Our Lives, Non-Fiction (WC 113k)- by indiaalphawhiskey (@indiaalphawhiskey)
Famous Louis/Less Famous* Harry Marcel Styles. Enemies to lovers. Marcel Styles' is a newly published fanfiction** writer (love that for him) who finds out Louis Tomlinson is joining him for his UK book The Louis Tomlinson. The one that Marcel had spent the same amount of time reading and re-reading his debut novel as he did staring at Louis' photo on the cover***. His fantasies about meeting and touring with his idol come crumbling down after their first encounter when Louis proves himself to be an arsehole. Marcel concedes that the entire tour is going to be a nightmare... until Louis proves that writing isn't the only thing he is a master at.
*It's arguable that Harry is less-famous, just different kinds of fame.
**Technically original online fiction - but he also wrote fanfiction, so it counts.
*** I may have taken some creative liberties with that one.
Tired Tired Sea (WC:113k) - by MediaWhore (@mediawhorefics)
Famous Harry/Non-Famous Louis. Strangers to lovers. Harry needs some solitude... so much solitude that he finds one of the most remote seaside villages he can find. He wanted to go somewhere where no one would know his name, and he got that wish. Turns out that maybe he should have been wishing for the owner of the BNB and his dog, Clifford, instead.
My English Love Affair (WC: 19k) - by isthatyoularry (@isthatyoularry).
(This is the stupidest summary ever and only like 3 people will get it, and I'm not going to explain it any further. I apologise).
Famous Harry/Non-Famous Louis. Out Of All the Gin Joints In All The World Louis and Harry met at the same one. The Only Reason they Ended Up Here was because they Wasted The Night Danceing Dance, and Stayin' Out All Night. After A Little Less Sixteen Candles, (and) A Little More "Touch Me", Louis became Harry's My English Love Affair. Louis thinks that he I Slept with Someone in Fall Out Boy Famous, and All I He got Was This Stupid Song Written About Me Him. It was definitely not his Favourite Record because Harry has No Shame and his My Songs Knows What You He Did In The Dark. Even though Harry isn't American Made he acts like Mrs All America and has mastered the Art Of Keeping Up Disappearances. Louis expects their romance to be Short, Fast and Loud but His My Heart Is The Worst Kind Of Weapon. It's not his fault that Harry is Irresistible and She Looks So Perfect. It's Easier to say " Kiss Me, Kiss Me" and "I Don't Care" than Everything He I Didn't Say. After spending a Golden two weeks Alone Together, Louis thought they were So Good Right Now, not know it was the Calm Before The Storm. Harry decided to Fly Away on a Permanent Vacation leading to The Mighty Fall without even saying 'Thnks Fr Th Mmrs". Louis realised that Harry was The Patron Saint of Liars and Fakes and became a Complete Mess. He wished he had Novacaine or Amnesia and questioned The Pros and Cons of Breathing. Harry had to accept that The Worlds Not Waiting and even though he was Miss Miss Missing You Harry, he chose to ignore Bad Omens. In the end there was Heartache On The Big Screen, and they both said "I Want You Back, so Take My Hand". XO
This is a Rainbow War (WC: 15k) - by Lululawrence (@lululawrence)
Famous Harry/Non-Famous Louis. Strangers to lovers. When Louis is hired as part of Harry Styles' road crew, Harry gives him what seems like a very simple project. Louis, never one to do things by half-measures, turns it into a war. He didn't realise he'd end up fighting for Harry's heart.
(okay, that one was cheesy, I apologise)
Feel Your Way (WC: 3k) - by kingsofeverything (@kingsofeverything).
Famous Harry/Non-Famous Louis. Strangers to lovers. Louis doesn't care much for or about celebrities, and for the longest time, Harry Styles was just a name he heard from time to time. That was until he stumbled across a photo of Harry that caused him to moan Harry's name every night. One night, he doesn't need to rely on his hand and Harry's photo to help him come because Harry's there to do it for him, bearing Louis' favourite assets.
(So this one snuck its way here because it's so good... but the Famous/Non-Famous trope isn't the main focus of it. Hiddies are)
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No please talk about how people are weird about Manacled because I see this too and yet nobody seems aware of this?
--I see multiple big name book bloggers refer to this as one of their favorite "books" when it is literally, in no way, legally or in the simple conventional definition of a book, a book. Like, I am literally this close to unfollowing someone whose recs I sometimes like because they also proudly own a professional bind-up of this book.
--Speaking of bind-ups (and when I say "professional"... book binders should not be binding fics; they are potentially opening themselves up for legal trouble, and I know that when someone offers to pay you hundreds of dollars for a bind-up of a fic it's gotta be tempting, but for the love of God do NOT do it and also don't request one, because you are also opening yourself up for some quagmires, and you do not want to get into it with JKR or her publishers or for that matter Margaret Atwood/Hulu/whoever currently has control of The Handmaid's Tale because this is in fact a fic of two different things) I personally find it incredibly wasteful to bind a fic, but that's just my personal snobbery. I cannot IMAGINE paying that much money for a bind of something I can read for free on my phone.
Like... I have respect for book-binding, it's a beautiful art form. I've seen beautiful binds of that fic. But beyond all of the risks I mentioned above, it's just honestly such a goober thing to do in my mind lol. You can spend your money how you want. I totally get why people re-bind their old copies (or new copies) of paperbacks they own and love... for themselves. And do not sell them. (Honestly, don't really know how that would work for the fic--binding it yourself and not selling it could be okay?) If I could do it, I would.
But for the love of God. I am begging people to get real with themselves about what fic is and what fic isn't.
--I really don't get how this is going to work as a reworked fic, tbh. One of the reasons why I do respect the process of converting a fic to a book in many cases, and consider that a valid form of getting a book... is that for all intents and purposes? The vast majority of these fics were essentially people writing original works and slapping vague physical features and names onto their characters. The Love Hypothesis has absolutely nothing to do with Reylo in terms of world or character development. As much as I loathed Wallbanger as a book--that is not Edward and Bella. To me, it sometimes feels like these AU fic writers wake up and go "oh, I wrote a book?"
And there is still work that goes into reworking. I read the fic that was the original form of You, Again by Kate Goldbeck. Honestly? You can see the rewrite in a big way. She did the work.
Manacled basically took a huge chunk of its world DIRECTLY from The Handmaid's Tale. And that's fine! For a fic. The fic is not an "all normal humans" AU. It's not a historical AU. It's not even a high fantasy AU. These people are witches and wizards and Voldemort won and there is a Handmaid's Tale angle. I do not know how she's going to take that into a completely different place without essentially just writing a new book lmao.
Which is the one issue I do have with fic to books, and there's no way of getting around it, and it's not immoral, it's just irritating that we dance around it in these conversations, and it is especially irritating when you get the "dur dur fic is better than original books". A hit fic does not require the same amount of effort that a hit original book does. When you read the fic you think is better than book... 9 times out of 10, you are reading it because you are a part of that fandom. You are receptive, preemptively, to that world. In fact, I would argue that you are probably more inclined to like it, subconsciously, because you are sliding into something that is familiar, or is coded to be familiar even when it's an AU.
This isn't to say that there isn't art to writing a great fic. It's not to say that there isn't a true accomplishment to writing a fic that really sticks with your audience. But the reality is that you did have a pre-set audience, "bought" by the original work that created your fandom, and that is something a truly original book does not have. When a truly original book (or, I'll give, a book based off a more obscure fic that doesn't tout itself as fic to book--and a lot of people did not do that as much back in the day, because of stigma surrounding it) hits big... That's because it did the original seduction of the audience. The author did the promo. The premise got people to open it. The book was good enough, or at least had enough "it factor", for word of mouth to kick in. I will ALWAYS give that credit to popular original books, because it is not easy to make an original work hit, and while it may not be easy for fics to hit, it is easier. And that built-in audience does travel to known fic to books.
So, because Manacled is so dependent on that HP/Handmaid's Tale world, the author is going to have to really go in on tearing it apart, and I wouldn't be surprised if it's pretty unrecognizable. It should be. And the only reason why the Manacled label will remain is that built-in audience. Which is technically fine, and I guess I should hate the game versus the player here. But it gives me the ick, I guess.
There are gray areas, I guess. I liked The Hurricane Wars, and that does owe more to SW than The Love Hypothesis or You, Again. However, I do appreciate a lot that Thea did make clear changes, and did curb the world around culture influence Southeast Asian influences. That last part especially is a big distinguisher even though a lot of the fans don't seem to acknowledge it at all but whatever.
I just don't get it, tbh.
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20 questions for fic writers
thank you so much for the tag @bornforastorm, i loved reading through yours :3
i will tag @marley-manson / @rescue-ram / @persianflaw / @leonardcohenofficial / @raywritesthings
1. How many works do you have on Ao3? 14… will be 15 in under 24 hrs ;)
2. What's your total Ao3 word count? 136,971… just over 100K of which were published this year :D
3. What fandoms do you write for? MASH at the moment, with no end in sight. I have two ideas for twin peaks but not much motivation to write them, let alone the discipline.
4. What are your top five fics by kudos? if you really wanna know here’s my ao3 and you can you sort by kudos, i don’t wanna link my fics in other fandoms that are almost 7 years old now… pls…
5. Do you respond to comments? i used to be quite diligent about doing it but when i was publishing near-daily for kinktober i fell behind because i was literally writing every day. i may still go back to respond to them because i like doing it.
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? the beejhawk sex pollen fic (heavy dubcon warning)
7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? i’m realizing that most of traphawk fics are only ‘happy endings’ if you see them as self-contained, which they aren’t really, because even though trapper’s exit isn’t at all relevant, i’m not consciously ‘unwriting’ that. but in-fic probably Goodbye, Farewell and Amen to That because it explicitly states that TrapHawk can handle whatever is thrown at them, which would include whatever happens post-fic.
8. Do you get hate on fics? for a while i had an anon who submitted vagues about me / my work so like yes, i’ve read a couple vagues seemed they were about my fic but, and i know this sounds like a cop-out but genuinely, i’m kinda flattered by anyone who hates my fic and still manages to read the whole thing and write a public post about how how they didn’t like it? like, what are we???
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? i consider myself primarily a smut writer, only incidentally non-smut writer. i write all kinds and can’t wait to diversify more.
10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? my dream fic is a specific crossover.
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? yes
12. Have you ever had a fic translated? not recently, but in former fandoms yes.
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? sort of. it isn’t published. but maybe soon.
14. What’s your all time favorite ship? traphawk is the ship to me. some things we should be dramatic about: there’s the traphawk that i write and then there’s the traphawk that i live, which only my irl trapper understands
15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? now that i have discovered the margaret longfic i really want to write i’ve officially abandoned my 80K canon-compliant margaret WIP
16. What are your writing strengths? i’m disciplined, i want to improve, i take risks, i’m curious, i’m honest and i welcome strong challenges from the people who edit my work.
17. What are your writing weaknesses? i have some barriers (i’m dyslexic and english is my not my first language) but i could still stand to be much more diligent about grammar and punctuation. beyond that, my prose tends to be flowery and verbose and need to be reined in a lot. i’m trying to get better at on my own but it helps that my OG beta, marley, is kind of my stylistic foil lol (hope she doesn’t mind me saying), she trims a lot of the fat from my work and helps me communicate my ideas better. lastly, sometimes i suffer from being really married to an idea that sounded cooler in my head than it does on paper, and i have a really hard time setting it down.
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? i say this as someone who is multilingual - it’s almost never a good idea, especially in fic, if you’re having a main character speak partially in another language for no reason except to note that you, the author, knows that they speak another language. it could maybe make sense for atmosphere, but in that case, just say “they were speaking x language / they said something in x language”.
i’ll be honest, it annoys me so much that if i see a character in a fic drop a few words in a language other than english and then continue on in english that i will x-out of a fic. there’s got to be some thoughtful in-universe explanation for that e.g. if you’re in Canada, bilingual service agents will say ‘Hello/Bonjour’ to you to indicate that you have an option to speak with them in either language.
19. First fandom you wrote for? uhhh i honestly don’t remember. i’ve been writing fanfiction since before i was a teenager. first time i published it might’ve been for the legend of zelda.
20. Favorite fic you’ve written? at the moment it’s cherry bomb! because it was a nice, smutty interlude in traphawk’s relationship and a fic that exists mostly for kink’s sake but still has a distinct vibe, unlike filthysweet which i don’t hate, but imo is unremarkable. CB is 95% style 5% substance and still contains weight somehow. i really hope i can recreate that again.
#btw when i see it typed out 'Ao3' i can't help but think... Attack on 3some...#i'm really behind in tag games but i'm always curious abt people's ficcish thoughts#tag game#my fic#wip stuff#(future) wip stuff
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A List of Things To Come
*a long post*
I was on hiatus for about 5 years, but I think it's worth the risk of coming back. These are some thoughts and hot takes I've had since then up to now. My professional life is busy, but when I have the time, I'll share. Anyone interested?
Here's a preview, categorized by fandom:
A Song of Ice and Fire:
For asoiaf canon, I’ll speculate on what Jon and Val could have been, and what they could have had together, if he had not kicked the bucket. I’ll also contrast it with Jon's dreams of a life with her, and why he put the torch to it. :( Because of the root of her dislike of Mel and Shireen, I figure she will not be pleased with un-Jon.
Game of Thrones:
In GoT canon, Jon did not love Dany as much as the script suggested he would. In fact, they both failed to take responsibility for the other person. I haven't seen anyone make a statement like this before. (The PTSD is real.) But fic writers did pick up on this and tried to fix it in canon compliant stories, with a lot of success.
Supernatural:
In Supernatural s12-s14, Mary should have found her sons to be way more weird, specifically with each other. But given what we see of her in s6, her characterization is consistent. She would have, and did, ignore the red flags for an idea of family.
I’ll share approving thoughts on Sam and Dean's relationship in the final seasons, disapproving thoughts on the final season of Supernatural, and how I speculated it would either go Gencest or Destiel. We know what happened. No one walked away happy and I think the fandom was all the better for it.
Destiel is not canon. It only became a one-sided love confession. (I know there's a lot of speculation on what happened b/w the studio, the writer's room and the post-production team. Idc. Not gonna touch it.) Thoughts on how I think SPN could have made Destiel go 100% canon involve tweaking the execution and balancing out the themes of Sam and Eileen's love story, the big bad plot, and Dean and Cas's 'love' story.
Outlander:
Outlander (show-only) thoughts, foremost on Roger Mackenzie. He has vexed me from the first time he appeared on screen. I love him dearly, but he vexes me, for how he consistently affects the plot and how that defines his role among the main cast. Later on, I'll run through my favorite moments, episodes and narrative arcs.
Miscellaneous:
I'll share a list of favorite ship-centric fics I've collected over many, many, many years. (Gotta be over 10 years' worth). Along with blurbs that explain my recommendation in a non-spoilery way. Fandoms include: Harry Potter, LOTR, Supernatural, The Walking Dead, ASOIAF, Game of Thrones, Star Wars (Sequel Trilogy), The Flash, Shadowhunters [look away book fans <3], Hannibal (show-only).
I'll also post drafts of fics I never got right and never finished. Mostly GoT-canon divergent Jon/Dany fics.
Most importantly, some very dear friends have encouraged me to vent and hype up my Jonerys fic series "We Could Live Together" as I write it. It's GoT-canon divergent, but I alter some of what occurred before 6x09. Then the story re-enters book territory and moves toward ADOS conclusions. I'd also love to break down and discuss songs from the playlists when it strikes me.
This is the summary of Part 1, "A Long Way Home" (published):
After the Battle for Winterfell, Jon was captured by Bolton men then later found by Daenerys not far from Dragonstone. Their meeting blossoms into the most honest love--until Jon suddenly leaves for Winterfell, only to return to Dragonstone months later with more terrifying tales of dead men and Winter storms. When Daenerys chooses to send her armies north to fight the dead, all is certain but the matter of their bond. After the pain they'd endured, can they come together again? Or will separation be too powerful to overcome?
*or*
A romantic tale of choice and second chances.
This is the summary of Part 2, "Awake For Ever In Sweet Unrest" (in-progress and unpublished):
Winter has come and further fractured the realm. Yet Jon and Daenerys's betrothal and alliance is well known throughout the Seven Kingdoms. The secret that threatened to break them has made their love stronger, casting a fragrance of hope that draws to the last Targaryens all who seek refuge from political turmoil. Cersei Lannister has fled King's Landing in favor of establishing a bank in Lannisport, to guard against her deposition by the Iron Bank. Euron Greyjoy has set up a naval blockade at Oldtown, yet manages to beguile the Hightowers. And Walder Frey's sundown years threaten to pull his House into a civil war.
From the Wall, Jon and Daenerys begin to wage war on the Others. Yet the age of wonder and terror, of gods and heroes, leads them and their enemies in the least expected ways. It begs the question: does all happen the way it must?
*or*
A romantic telling of the new War for the Dawn.
This is what I've been doing the past few years: working, (dating lol), re-reading the books and joining theory discussions on other sites. What touched my heart was readers asking for me to continue the fic series. Even as I considered it, I was conflicted. Since the show and book canon are so enmeshed, I think we were really vulnerable to being whipped and scored by D&D. But we all found ways to lick our wounds. I'm grateful we were able to become closer and stronger. I'm glad to be a part of it.
So that's my preview. If you've read this far, thank you. <3
There's more to come.
#asoiaf#asoiaf fanfic#jonerys#jonerys fanfic#otp: we could live together#jon x val#spn#mary winchester#weirdcest#outlander#got#got wank#fandom wank#amber speaks#musings#writing stuff#*#these tags are a mess#but it'll do#i'm tired just putting this post together lol
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Stick Season
01. Nightwing
You found yourself nervously chipping off the black nail polish on your fingernails, your editor-in-chief having called you into her office. You were sitting in a small chair outside her office, waiting for her to finish her phone call. A meeting with the editor-in-chief could only mean one thing: you were definitely getting sacked. God, you hated how this made you feel, you felt as the anxiety bundled in your stomach desperately trying to creep its way out.
The snap of fingers broke you from your anxious thoughts, your editor-in-chief was trying to get your attention. “You,” She huffed, pointing her perfectly manicured finger at you, “Come on, let’s go. I don’t have all day.”
You took a seat in front of her desk, “Am I in trouble or something, Sandra?” It took all your courage to get those words out without stuttering, people in positions of power made you nervous.
“No, the opposite.” Sandra swiveled her computer screen around, the article you had written on Gotham’s most famous vigilantes on display. You let out a breath you didn’t know you had been holding in. Sandra continued, “You wrote this, right?”
You nodded, “Yeah, a couple months ago, why?”
Sandra sat back in her seat, “It did well, surprisingly so. We don’t get many new writers publishing such well-written articles around here.” You gave Sandra a tight-lipped smile, unsure of what to say as she continued, “I want you to write another one.”
Your eyebrows knitted in confusion, “I’m sorry?”
“I want you to write another article like this,” she repeated. “I don’t know how you got the interviews for it, but I want another one and I know you can do it.”
You hesitated, “Look, it’s not like I’m personally friends with any of the people I wrote about. I’m not sure that I’d be able to replicate this article with other vigilantes, they’re not exactly known for being sociable and approachable people, you know?” You weren’t entirely sure where that burst of confidence had come from, but since you knew you weren’t being fired you were willing to take the risk.
“Oh?” Sandra raised her eyebrow accusingly, “Let me phrase it differently, then.” She paused and straightened in her seat, you felt the anxiety building in your stomach all over again. Fuck, you should have stayed home today. Sandra cleared her throat, “You haven’t put out another article of this caliber, as editor-in-chief I need to make sure my writers are not putting out mundane, boring work. So, if you want to keep your job here, you’re going to get me that article, you know?” She was mocking you, using your own words against you. Her words came out in a venomous tone, if looks could kill you’d have been dead five minutes ago.
You nodded reluctantly, “Okay, so who do you have in mind for the article? Red Robin? One of the Titans?”
Sandra smiled tautly, “No, they’re not people worth writing about. They’ve been written about a million times over, but you,” She pointed at you, “You know how to interview vigilantes in a way that makes them human. That’s the type of article I want for this person.”
You let out a small laugh, “Who are you trying to make more human? The Joker?”
“Close,” Sandra hummed, “You’re going to write an article about Red Hood.”
“Really?” You laughed, “What am I supposed to do? Hold up an orphanage and hope Red Hood shows up to stop me?” You stopped laughing when you saw the look on Sandra’s face, “You’re being serious?”
“Dead serious,” Sandra replied.
“Yeah, I might die trying to get you this article,” You shook your head, “I can’t do that. It’s an impossible task, Sandra, and completely unfair.”
“Then I guess you better start praying for a miracle,” Sandra mocked. “I expect a progress report by the end of next week. If you don’t have any progress by then don’t even bother showing up for work.” You opened your mouth to speak but she cut you off, “That’s all, you can leave.” She motioned towards the door, shooing you away.
***
“I fucking hate her!” You groaned, “How the fuck does she expect me to just stumble into Red Hood and ask him for an interview? Can you imagine? ‘Hey, Red, your mask looks beautiful in the moonlight, can you please tell me why you kill people? ’ What a fucking joke.” You grumbled.
Jo, your co-worker and best friend sat across from you in the diner booth, laughing along as you ranted. “You never know, she might be trying to covertly set you and Red Hood up.”
You rolled your eyes, “Jo, this is not funny.” You waved your hands around, “Sandra is trying to kill me. There is no fucking way I would ever come out of an encounter with Red Hood alive.”
Jo shrugged, “You never know, he might have a thing for bookish journalists.” She was holding back a smile on her face.
“I am not bookish, I’m punk rock, Jo.” You scoffed, “How the fuck am I supposed to do this? I swear God gives his weakest soldiers his strongest battles.”
Jo laughed, “Okay, everything you just said was incredibly punk rock.”
“Really?”
“No.”
“I fucking hate you, you know?” You chucked a spare fry at her, “I hope the little green Titan turns into a pterodactyl and shits on your car tonight.”
Jo only laughs louder, “Okay, I’ll stop, but eat your food so we can leave.” She pauses and points a finger at you, “And take back what you said about pterodactyl shit hitting my car.”
***
After having dinner with Jo at the diner, you started making your way home. She had insisted on driving you home, but you declined, arguing that you needed some time alone to think. After lots of hesitation and many promises of calling her as soon as you were home she drove off.
It was dark out, but you stayed where the streetlights illuminated the sidewalk. You’d learned not to walk in the shadows in Gotham, at least not if you wanted to stay alive and harm-free.
A cold breeze blew against you, making you shiver and curl in on yourself tighter. Even with a warm beanie and gloves, Gotham found a way to make everyone miserably cold. The backpack on your back made the cold a little more bearable, despite the fact that it was sitting pretty much flat on your back. It was a bad idea to carry a stuffed backpack in Gotham, you were more prone to getting robbed. But a flat-looking backpack? Most people would assume you merely had a couple of notebooks stashed inside, at least this was what you’d learned over the years.
Unfortunately for you, the next three streetlights ahead were out, creating a pathway of darkness for you to cross. You weighed your options, if you walked fast enough through the streetlights you could probably walk away unharmed. If you didn’t walk under the burnt out streetlights and took the long way home you’d be on the Gotham streets at night for much longer than you needed to be.
“Fuck,” You muttered to yourself, “I can do this, it’s just a little stretch of darkness, right? I can do this.” You were mentally preparing yourself to run through the stretch of darkness on the sidewalk but were interrupted.
“Stay calm and live, panic and die.” A man’s voice rang through your ears, your could feel the barrel of a gun pressed against your back.
You nodded in compliance, too scared to put up a fight. On a normal day you wouldn’t have been out so late and your route home would have been completely safe. Apparently, today was not a normal day: first the Red Hood assignment and now a robbery? Great.
“Good,” He pulled you into the darkness, “Now take out whatever money and possessions you have on you and put them in your backpack.” The man was smart enough to wear a ski mask, hiding any possible identifiers from you. His breath was warm against the side of your face, making your stomach churn at the thought of how quickly this could go bad. Despite this, you did as you were told and began to put all your belongings in the backpack.
“Can I at least keep my ID?” You managed to squeak out.
“Does this look like a negotiation, girl?” The man’s voice was cold, “Hurry the fuck up, I don’t have your time.”
Tears were building in your eyes, mostly from the anger and anxiety that had built in your chest. If you had just listened to Jo you wouldn’t be in this situation and you wouldn’t have to go to the Gotham DMV anytime soon. The whole thing was entirely unnecessary and completely avoidable.
Just as you were finished putting your belongings in your backpack, you heard something whizz past you. In an instant, the man who was previously robbing you was pinned up against the wall, being held by batarangs of some sort. Ill-timed excitement built in your chest, were you about to meet Batman?
“John!” A man’s familiar voice called from across the street, “What did I tell you about accosting the people of Gotham?” The man tutted, “We had a deal, John. I get you a job, and you would trade in your life of petty theft for an honest one.”
John's voice shook as he spoke, “How did you know it was me?”
The masked man stepped into the light and you finally recognized the voice, realizing it was Nightwing who had stopped John. You had interviewed Nightwing for your newspaper in the original vigilante article, building somewhat of a rapport between you and Nightwing. He gave you a brief smile as he approached, you didn’t know if it was recognition or mere acknowledgement on his behalf. You hoped it was recognition, mostly because it would make writing your article a lot easier if you had help from a vigilante who knew Red Hood.
“I never forget a face, John.” Nightwing said, never losing the kind but firm tone in his voice. “You do know I’m going to have to turn you in, right?”
John nodded in defeat, “Yeah, I figured.”
Nightwing removed the batarang looking things from their spot on the wall, releasing John from the grip they had on him. Nightwing had caused no damage to John having perfectly pinned him by his clothes rather than any of his limbs. He then took some cuffs out of his utility belt and placed them on John, sitting him down up against the wall.
“Now, back to you,” Nightwing turned to you, pointing accusingly at you. “What did I tell you about walking around Gotham at night? Do you have a death wish or something?”
He did remember you. Your eyes widened slightly at his accusing tone, “Not to do it?”
“And you did it anyway, didn’t you? This, ” Nightwing motioned between you and John, “is the exact kind of interaction I was telling you to avoid. No offense, John.”
“None taken,” John shrugged.
“It’s not like I had a choice, dude. It was either I walked home or I froze to death waiting outside of the office.” He didn’t have to know you had a choice and were definitely lying to him.
Nightwing groaned, “Okay, let’s go.”
“Where?” You and John said in unison.
“Turning you in and home, respectively.” Nightwing replied, “The station isn’t too far and I’ll make sure you get home safe, can’t rescue you twice in one night, can I?”
You bit back a reply, not wanting to frustrate Nightwing anymore. He looked like a mother hen who had too many chicks to take care of, only one chick’s misbehavior away from snapping.
You followed silently behind Nightwing, doing your best to keep from taking up too much space on the sidewalk. He eventually snapped at you for walking behind them, urging you to stay in his sight. You almost laughed, he really was a mother hen.
Nightwing led the rest of the way to the station, only a few minutes out of your usual route home. He made sure you were standing in a place he could see you as he left John inside of the station. He’d returned fairly quickly and let you know he was following through on his promise of getting you home.
“I really don’t need an escort home,” You argued, “I’ve gone my whole life without needing one. What’s one more night, huh?” Nightwing’s expression grew blank, he was frustrated with you and you knew it. “Okay, fine!” You said, caving into his silent demands, “But don’t stalk me when this is all over.”
“Thank you,” Nightwing flashed a stupidly smug smile, “Lead the way.”
You began walking side by side, internally grumbling at the smug look on Nightwing’s face.
“I wouldn’t stalk you, by the way.” Nightwing said, breaking the silence.
You snorted, “Why? Am I not interesting enough to stalk or something?”
“You’re a journalist in Gotham, unless you’re living a double life of crime, I doubt you’re doing anything stalk-worthy.” The tone in Nightwing’s voice was light, he was joking–at least that’s what you hoped.
“I take full offense in that statement,” You gasped, “I’m interesting as fuck.”
“Yeah?” Nightwing scoffed, “You’re wearing khakis, dude.”
“We can’t all wear spandex and have our asses on display, can we?”
“My ass is not on display!” Nightwing shook his head in disapproval, a slight smile on his face.
“Okay,” You trailed off, a smile growing on your face at the familiarity that Nightwing provided. “Thank you, by the way.”
“Not a problem,” he shrugged, “But can I ask what you were doing walking around Gotham in the dark?”
You groaned, “I already told you I was trying to get home.” He raised his eyebrows expectantly, not believing a word you just said. You continued, “Fine. If you must know, I needed some time to think.”
He scoffed, “And you thought Gotham at night was the right place for that?”
“No, I guess not.” You shrugged, “I was trying to wrap my head around the nearly-impossible article my boss wants me to write.”
“So you almost died because of work?” He snorted.
You rolled your eyes, “Don’t you literally risk your life every day because of work?”
He was silent for a moment, “Touché.”
You continued walking together towards your apartment, silently praying no one took a picture of the two of you and posted it somewhere. If word got back to Jo that you had to be escorted by Nightwing you’d never hear the end of it.
Nightwing’s voice broke you from your thoughts, “What was the article about? Maybe I can help?”
“Um,” You cleared your throat, “I need to interview Red Hood.”
Nightwing laughed, “Okay, what’s the real article assignment?” You looked at him blankly. The domino mask over his eyes hid any real expression, but you could tell by the way the mask shifted that his eyes had widened slightly. “Oh, you’re being serious?”
“Yup,” You ran a hair over your face in frustration, “The cherry on top of all of this is that if I don’t get that interview, I’m fired. God, I hate Sandra.”
“What kind of interview were you looking for?” Nightwing asked curiously.
“She wants me to write about him like I did for you and all the other heroes I interviewed. Unfortunately for me, Red Hood doesn’t seem like the type to sit down for an interview.”
Nightwing shrugged, “He can be difficult, but if you gain his trust I could see him agreeing to an interview.”
You snorted, “You have a plan for me to gain his trust by the end of next week? ‘Cause that’s when Sandra wants a ‘progress report’.” You groaned, “She’s trying to kill me.”
Nightwing laughed, “I think I could help you.” You stopped in your tracks to soak up every word he said, urging him to continue. “I could call in a favor with Red, one that guarantees you meeting him.” Before you could voice your excitement he cut you off, “But, that doesn’t guarantee him agreeing to a whole interview with you. He doesn’t do well with the press.”
You muttered, “Understatement of the year.”
Red Hood had just been harshly scrutinized by the press for shooting a paparazzo’s camera. He had been photographed in an incredibly negative light, pictured dangling a man by his leg over a balcony. What hadn’t been reported was that the man being dangled had stolen from some kids living on the streets. Red Hood had also paid the man for the damage done to his camera, tossing a small wad of money at him and walking away. Despite the good that took place that night, only the bad had been reported, causing an incredibly volatile media relationship for Red Hood.
“Do you think you could convince him if I get him to meet you somewhere?” Nightwing continued, “You’re gonna have to do your best to be charming, none of that smart ass shit.”
“I’ll do my best, but I can’t promise I won’t nervously let something slip.”
Nightwing nodded, “I’ll tell him to meet you on the rooftop of your building sometime this week, okay?”
You nodded, “Thank you,” A wide smile on your face. “I owe you one, yeah?”
Nightwing shook his head, “Nah, just don’t make him look like an asshole.”
You laughed, “I’ll do everything in my power to make him sound like the best in Gotham City.”
“Okay, you’re trying to sell a believable article here, right?”
The two of you began walking in the direction of your apartment building again, sharing idle conversation as you walked. Things were looking up for you after all.
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for oc ask game 3, 15 and 24?
Thanks for the ask, my friend !^^
3- Biggest self-insert OC ?
Oooh that is a tricky question. I have so many OCs from so many fandoms and even some who are not tied to any existing piece of media !^^
I have to say though, probably the ice mage I played (and still do sometimes !) with my sister after we got The Best Videogame Ever: Dragon Quest IX: Sentinels of the Starry Skies. She holds within her characterization a lot of who I was as a young kid- some of which I'd like to get back. I was so confident as a kid, it's pretty incredible !
I can also tell you about the biggest fail to make a self-insert OC: Siyn Eisner, my beloved Bylethsona. The idea behind her creation was simple: I wanted an avatar who would represent me as a player the same way people created their Linksonas. At first, she was just an idea in the back of my mind, and not very developed- and that's the way she stayed until I started a fe3h roleplay with my dear friend.
And Sothis be damned, Siyn went way out of my control. She became her own, beautiful character. Of course, there are always things that she gets from me: but no more or less than any other OC of mine. And she inspired me in turn !
In general though, every OC of mine has some elements of my personality woven into theirs, even if I don't do it consciously. For instance, with my new Seven of Hearts OCs (OCs I created for a future webcomic, hopefully):
Heilig (he/him) is sarcastic and drags his feet. He doesn't do well when he's taken out of his comfort zone and hates taking risks. He sticks by the rules and is a bit tunnel-visionned. That's how I can be sometimes: and while there's nothing wrong with it, it can quickly become unhealthy: his character arc will partially be around him learning how to take a chill pill.
Keuse (she/her), Heilig's little sister, has more of that rebellious streak: but most of all, she wants the best for her brother and he wants the best for her. She wants him to understand that although she might be younger, it's just as much her responsibility to protect him in her eyes. I'm a younger sibling who wants my sister to know I'll always be here to protect her, just as she does me.
Same goes for Camille (he/she), who has that very naive side to him, and who definitely has undiagnozed ADHD. And so it is for every one of my OCs !
14- How many projects do you have going on right now? Are there any that you doubt you’ll ever finish?
HahahahaHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAA-
When I received your ask I was like, "No prob, Imma make a google sheet and write everything down" and that's why I took some time to answer your ask. I have already given up on that. I don't even know where to start. I have so many WIPs. So many animatics living rent-free in my head. Some of which I am sure will never get done.
For instance, when the live-action version of The Little Mermaid came out, I was incredibly hyped by the new version of Part of your World and for weeks I was like, "I'M GONNA DRAW AN ANIMATIC OF A MERMAID TRANSMASC BYLETH WITH THIS SO BAD" and... yeah i'm still at the first frame.
I am pretty confident about finishing my first fic published on AO3 though, which I had given up on after one(1) chapter. But I got inspired by amazing writers @paracosmicat & @ninadove to pick it up again and I've entirely rewritten the first chapter + written two more chapters already (none of which are posted yet because I'd like to get ahead this time). I'm a lot happier with this version !^^ It's a fanfic delving into the dynamics of Edelgard/Zagreus (from Hades), which should eventually turn into a series exploring the Edelgard/Byleht/Zagreus/Thanatos polycule.
3- Do you have/want a career in your medium ? If not, what do you do/want to do instead ?
Drawing, as you will have noticed, is my passion and really the main way I get the wormbrains out. And if I don't draw for a while I will just want to bang my head against a wall repeatedly. So I definitely want a career in it. Being a video game designer would be a dream job.
For circumstances out of my control, I'm studying something else at the moment. On a good note, I just got out of two years of a formation which made me absolutely miserable and barely left me any time to draw !!! So there's that. But I do fully intend on finding a way to work in the art field someday ! >=D
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Be brave
You know those days where you just need to write down a thought you have? Yeah. It’s that day for me. So let me ramble…
Taking a break from Writeblr means anything. It can mean: “I’m going on full-end hiatus for six months at least!”
It can also mean: “I don’t interact with my community at the moment.”
It can also mean: “I simply don’t want to post something I need to write down.”
I’m taking a break at the moment. Not the type of break, where I don’t come online. More the type of break, where I stop, reset and try to find my voice again.
If I see a post I want to share, I put it into my queue. No tags. No comments. Just plain repost.
If I want to show you something immediately, I repost immediately. Sometimes with tags. Usually not.
I have a lot of content in my drafts. WIP intros, character intros, random stuff, ask games, ask games answers. Why don’t I post these? Because I want to be fully present when I share it with you.
I listen to a podcast called “Voice Hugs” (go listen! It’s really good!). There is an episode about starting something new. Anything. And Rowena said: “We are not afraid to start, because it is new. We are afraid, because it is uncomfortable.”
She is right. I have many points on my agenda. Stuff, I wanted to do, but haven’t. This includes starting a YouTube Channel. Vlogging. Publishing writing.
I didn’t do all of this, because I was uncomfortable. Because it stressed me out. Because it was a strange feeling. But over time, it becomes routine. It becomes normal.
Life doesn’t become easier, you simply change your “normal state”. The same is with Tumblr.
I am at 160 Followers today. I never had so many followers in my life before! Not on Instagram. Not on Twitter. Never. Not even on Wattpad, when I was active and had a story with over 1.5k reads (for me, this number is extremely large!)
I do have plans! I love to create content! I love social media. The possibility to engage with people all over the world. And I say thank you to each of those 160 followers.
But I am afraid of this strange feeling. It is new. It is uncommon. It is uncomfortable. Sharing ideas is uncomfortable. Not knowing the rules I play by is uncomfortable.
I am constantly circling in my comfort zone. In that little space, trying to avoid to interact with the risky life.
But risk includes chance. Chance to succeed. Chance to change.
I want to be braver. More open. More engaging. More of sharing and receiving. More of vlogging and making silly faces. More of those points in my agenda. The dusty agenda I refuse to give up.
I feel like I am about to step into a new part of my life right now. I am scared, of course I am! But I am also curious, where this road will lead me.
I am basing my content mainly on what could be interesting, rather than simply doing the things I want to do. I don’t post about my WIP, because I think it will be boring for you. Because I think, I will make things more difficult for me to do. To publish. I don’t trust in myself.
Jay Shetty quoted from a writer, his name was Charles Horton Cooley: “I am not, what I think I am. I am not, what you think I am. I am what I think, you think, I am.”
That’s true. I act not the way I am. I act how I think I should act. How I think other people expect me to act. I started Tumblr, because I could write. I love social media, I love Instagram, but I’m not much of a photographer. Again, something I am uncomfortable with, because it is new.
I thought: Hey! Here, you can simply do something you love! Talk about your stuff!
You know what? I didn’t. You want to know why? Because I hate bothering people with things they didn’t tell me they are interested in. I am fascinated by how other writeblrs simply throw out their mind, their heart into this void and talk about stuff, they are genuinely interested in, without knowing, if other people like it too.
I am jealous of these people, because they are carefree. They simply do, what they want to.
I did something that some may view differently: I made a space to come back into my comfort zone. It was not the best… I would not say decision, but the reason behind it wasn’t good.
I did my discord and I’m inactive to. It’s new. It’s strange. It still isn’t the norm yet. But I want to link each one of you together. I want to bring people with similar interests together over something I create. May this be my discord or my work or anything.
I want to give people a pat on the shoulder and say: “It’s okay. I’ve been there too. Don’t worry. It will work out.”
I hope, I can — one day — be a person, people go to, to seek advice.
#long post#orphic thoughts#writing#creative writing#writeblr#writerblr#writers on tumblr#writerscommunity#writerscorner#writersociety#literature#writblr#orphic discord
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a little case of writer’s block (or, justifying unseemly endeavours) / percy x dylan 🔞 / london, 1814 (bridgerton au) / @jokermoreau @worshipwrites
Writer's block did many things to one's psyche. Doubt, anxiety, paranoia, a full reconsideration of one's life choices. Writing a new novel in general too brought on similar woes, but the block of the mind seemed to make one particularly desperate. Taking risks, thinking out of line, acting on impulse — the life of a writer was much more dangerous than most could ever imagine, and all for the betterment of the fruits of their labour.
At least, that's what Miss Percy Yeom was saying to herself to justify her unsightly actions on this day. Sneaking in the shadows of the night without her maid, keeping her head low. She borrowed her maid's frock — one that the poor girl thought she’d lost — hidden under a heavy cloak; was thankfully unnoticeable as most on the streets were drunk at this point.
Still, she kept herself quiet and didn’t allow any mistakes for anyone to raise suspicion. If anyone caught her, she'd be shunned, given the cold shoulder of the ton that her family feared for her all her life. But most of all, she’s quiet because of who she’s tailing. What she’s doing.
The man she considered her closest friend, the person her childhood self was besotted with for years, Lord Dylan Thakur walks the streets with an alluring swagger. She didn’t know where he was going, or what he was planning on doing, but when she saw him walk out of his family estate (the one right next to the Yeom’s), she was suddenly overwrought with the desire to follow him. Curious, is all. Maybe it could lead to some inspiration for her blocked head.
But, the longer they stray from Mayfair, the more she realized she’d made a mistake. The more she thought of the many ways people could see her — maybe some jilted old prospect, or worse, Lady Whistledown. Her steps stuttered. Maybe it was time to return home. Save herself any trouble, ignoring the lack of any material she got tonight (except maybe that she had a new way to explain how Dylan walked: open, confident, and attractive).
The moment she looked up to see where they ended up, however, her mouth dropped open. She should not be here. Not in front of a brothel, where she can see Lord Thakur start to make his way in.
She should be running, already halfway back to her home to hide under the covers and never think of attempting something like this again. Writer or not, she’d be crazy to go any further, the implications were far too disgraceful for her to even entertain!
But… Percy did consider herself more a writer than a lady… and her publisher had mentioned erotica. That it was profitable, something maybe even far beyond what her two, almost three romance novels could dream of giving her. And reaching five and twenty soon, it would only allow her freedoms that being just an old maid couldn't.
Between her justification to herself, she catches Dylan pass by one of the windows, and quickly, suddenly, she's slipped into the alleyway next to the brothel.
Her heart was pounding from the adrenaline, and fear. Maybe even from the excitement. Ideas flit through her brain slowly, like honey seeping through cakes, something she’d been struggling with the whole week — maybe this wasn't such a bad idea after all…
Immediately, she heard them. The noises. Moans? Moans, yes. She remembers how they were described when people were… entangled.
Percy ducked, kept her back pressed flush against the brick of the building, the top of her head brushing against the window panes as she walked further down. As much as she came here for inspiration, she wasn’t exactly keen on watching anyone and everyone. And she was deep in enough to admit, she’d only done this to see him, catch sight of something she could have only ever imagined. With her luck, he’d have been assigned to the top floor.
Alas, it seemed some god of chaos and debauchery wanted to assist her, because right then, she heard him. Muffled, but undeniably Dylan Thakur, in the last window before the end of the alley.
Quickly she made her way to it, planting herself just under sight. Percy can’t hear much at all, maybe catching a word or two… she could hear a woman’s voice too here and there. And then it went silent.
There’s a twinge too, in her chest, hearing him, doing… this. His rakely duties, in a word. This shouldn’t surprise her, especially since she knew what happened in these houses, but perhaps that sixteen-year-old part of her felt dejected all over again when she realized he would never be interested in her. That he didn’t see her in this way, the way of passion and beauty.
Which made it all the much easier for her to push herself — it’s not as if she’d ever see this side of him otherwise, right? Perhaps it would sate that small younger self of her’s that had been enamoured by him for so long.
As if right on cue, she noticed them. The sounds– moans. A woman’s one at first, but they were followed by something more masculine. Dylan’s moans, though they sounded more like grunting rather than much else. They stirred a strange feeling in her belly, something she refused to acknowledge, so after taking a few deep breaths, she popped her head up to ignore it and see what she’d been curious about this whole time.
Which really, did anything but help her ignore the feeling because what she sees makes her stomach blaze with heat.
Dylan stood naked, proud, next to a four-poster bed. Her eyes raked greedily over his form, the soft and hard lines of him, her throat going dry. When she reaches downward to his pelvis, she noticed his hand was tangled in the woman’s hair, her head bobbing over what she can only assume was his penis. She did read that oral sex was a thing… But what mattered was that it made his face contour in ways she could have never imagined, his sounds doubling in volume, the image undoubtedly burning into her brain for better or worse.
When the woman pulled away from him, Percy’s eyes widened. His member– his penis glinted in the light of the room, standing proud, and hard, and large. She swallowed, eyeing it, unable to understand why she wanted to keep looking. She’d seen them in her books, anatomical examples, and drawn figures. But his looked much better than them all, pretty, almost — in the heaviness of it, the wideness of its girth… something she caught herself thinking of in terms of the size of her mouth.
Before she could even reprimand herself for the thought, he sat on the edge of the bed, and the woman (whose face she didn’t see, thankfully) followed, straddling him, and all at once, his member disappeared inside her. She couldn’t help the small gasp that came out, one that forced her to slap her hand over her mouth because it was followed by a new sound, something small and undeniably horrid in origin that she was even embarrassed to admit ever happened.
Because the way he held on to her hips, like a vice, grinning between groans of pleasure, made her whole body freeze. She stood there, staring, the ache between her thighs so painful that it became her. Part of who she was — could feel herself, her honour, slipping the longer she watched. But she couldn’t stop, not when every laugh, smirk, every grunt from Dylan drew her in, kept her rooted.
And inevitably, her mind wandered. That she was the cause of him sounding like that, that he was making her feel so good that she was just a touch below screaming. That he was the one touching her, instead of her trying so hard to ignore the way she was hurting in the depths where she felt a moistness seep through.
Eventually, they come to a halting, climactic stop, and Percy pulls herself away then, if only that the woman pushed him on his back, leaving her without any view of the face she had been staring at, therefore she had no reason to stay.
She walks back home quickly, head filled with ideas — for her current book, for the erotica she’ll let her publisher know she’ll write for the next season — and filled with thoughts of Dylan Thakur.
(That night, she touches herself for the first time.)
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would've, could've, should've.
amelia knows that she never had a chance.
jake casey calls her beautiful and inevitable which is the best thing anyone has ever said to her. it beats sam kinney telling her that she’s got a hell of a tennis serve in gym class by a mile. she’s seventeen and it doesn’t strike her that jake is a twenty five year old man and maybe shouldn’t say that to her.
he’s over at the house a lot that spring, working with her father on a series of articles for the beacon. when dad goes to bed, jake hangs around to talk to her. he’s interested in what she say and thinks. amelia has spent her entire life as the precocious child in the room but jake talks to her like she’s a woman and she gets a rush off of it. the day he comes over to say goodbye, he kisses her hand and tells her she’s beautiful and inevitable and it feels like a promise.
she’s finished her first year at at smith, miserable and bored, when he comes to visit again. she looks back and knows she would have run off with anyone. he just asked first. inevitable, he calls her again at the glencoe boat club summer gala. he kisses her and she’s on the train to new york with him at dawn.
dad only asks that they get married and they do. she wears a red dress and keeps her last name because that’s what her mother did and jake seems to like her best when she’s daring.
it’s whirlwind for awhile, chasing jake’s stories across europe and back again - berlin for a minute, paris for awhile where he meets her mother and she thinks she might be pregnant. jake stays drunk for a week and comes home when she discovers she’s not. he just wants her to himself for the first few years, he says as an apology. is that so bad?
she supposes it’s not.
they stay in switzerland for a year and amelia starts writing chatty little stories about life in geneva for the beacon. they’re her first bylines, published as mrs. amelia casey even though she’s not. just housewife scribblings, jake says to their friends and amelia laughs and says that he’s the writer in the family and this is just for fun.
they land in hong kong for another story and jake gets so sick with dysentery that she writes the story for him from his notes, adding more in where she thinks it’s thin and charming her way into more interviews. jake is amused enough that he tells his editor to publish it with her as a co-author. he’s less amused when she asks to be listed as amelia kirkpatrick. after four years, she’s already tired of trying to decipher if he wants her to be a daring bohemian or his little wife and decides to simply do as she likes.
she starts getting more stories and assignments and they start traveling for her work as well as his. he goes home to chicago when he doesn’t feel like joining her and she learns to write fast and well and never misses a deadline for a hangover. if she sometimes takes foolish risks for a story, she takes the criticism better from her father than jake. he at least cares about her in a way that doesn’t feel selfish.
she tries to not remember her twenty sixth birthday party if she can help it. back in chicago, back at the country club, celebrating her birthday and first collier’s cover - she feels proud and happy and isn’t monitoring jake for once. when he stands to give his toast, he sways and she realizes that she should have.
it begins fine. it doesn’t stay that way for long. beautiful and terrible, he calls her. unnatural. a writer but no wife. if she were, there wouldn’t have been amanda. or blanca or diane or gretchen. she knew about amanda - amanda lynwood who sneaks out of the ballroom like a thief in the night - but not the others.
under the table, her father reaches for her hand but amelia sits as still as a stone. it doesn’t hurt, not the way she would have expected. she doesn’t know him anymore and she wonders if he ever knew her at all.
she goes to new york for work and jake stays in chicago. he doesn’t reach out and she doesn’t reach out and they go on that way for a year until she finally hires a lawyer for a divorce. abandonment is the reason and she’s willing to go to reno if she has to. she doesn’t care what he wants anymore - god knows she spent too long caring in the first place.
it’s too late to change the past but she can spend the rest of her life making up for it if she starts now.
#type: writing#c: amelia fitzpatrick#verse: at the end of the world#this is just the equivalent of an excerpt of amelia's app if it existed.
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so i've been thinking a lot about the differences between published writing and fanfiction recently. as as writer, i've often thought about adapting one of my worlds into maybe a published piece (On The Ropes is the most likely candidate), but something about it just holds me back every time.
and honestly, it's less about putting my story out there and far more complex than that. fanfic allows me to take risks - it allows me to focus on a story and a plotline without all the intricacies of setting a scene or a backstory or developing entire characters. and i'm not saying i don't want to do that because i'm lazy, but that level of worldbuilding takes a lot of investment - both as a writer and a reader.
to be honest, and this is no hate to anyone who does want to adapt fanfic into a published novel of some sort, adapting something like OTR into a novel makes me feel weird because i would lose the essence of what i like about the story in the first place. like i'm sure a publisher would ask me to amp up the love triangle aspect, to make it more of a conflict as to who OC will choose or what will happen, but the story was never about that. it was always going to be Jin. their understanding and love for each other would always trump the alternative life she could have had with Jungkook. and to be honest, i was never interested in an alternative storyline in the first place.
i think the beauty of fic is that it allows us to explore these avenues, no matter how simplistic or complex they may be, how strange or conventional, and it gives us an outlet to share these ideas. because sometimes i don't want to read a 300 page novel with characters who can't communicate properly or just keep being frustrating (no shade haha), i just want a cute story about my favorite idol or character comforting me on a bad day. there's a value to having that kind of freedom of creativity that can't be put into words, and i remain so grateful every day that there are authors on this site willing to let us into their worlds for free, when i know they could just as easily be writing the next NYT Bestseller. all this to say is that fics are beautiful, and should be forever appreciated.
#i had thoughts and i had to say them#lol what happened to me being on hiatus#i can't write but i can still word vomit apparently#fanfiction#fanfic#writeblr#isi rambles
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Johanna Porter Is Not Sorry By Sara Read
A sharp, witty debut novel about a soccer mom who steals a world famous portrait of herself from the narcissistic artist who was once her lover, an impulsive crime that will re-frame her suburban life and make her question her life choices.
The headlines dubbed it the art heist of the decade, but for Johanna, it wasn’t theft, it was a rescue.
Twenty years ago, Johanna Porter was a rising star in the art world. Now she’s an unknown soccer mom. When an invitation arrives to an elite gallery opening for her former lover, the great Nestor Pinedo, Johanna wants to throw it in the trash where it belongs. But with some styling help from her daughter, she makes an appearance and comes face-to-face with the woman she was before the powerful and jealous Nestor ruined her.
La Rosa Blanca is a portrait of Johanna herself, young and fierce and fearless—a masterwork with a price tag to match. When she cuts it out of its frame, rolls it up, and walks out, Johanna is only taking back what was stolen from her.
Hiding out with La Rosa Blanca in a shack on the Chesapeake Bay, Johanna digs into the raw work of reviving her own skills while battling novice-thief paranoia, impostor syndrome, and mom guilt. But Johanna doesn’t just want the painting, she wants to paint again. To harness her powerful talent, she must defy everyone’s expectations—most of all her own—for what a woman like her should be.
My Review:
This was unexpected as I was expecting a classic rom com got more as this is an excellent book about a woman who takes back her life, her dream, and her narrative.
And this woman is a gifted artist whose career was ruined by jalousie and spite.
And this woman is a mother, is brave and decides to steal a very valuable portrait of the young Johanna painted by her former lover who’s also the one who trashed her career and dreams.
This could a very serious and complex novel, full of thought provoking parts about the role of women in art and how they must be able to recognize their own value.
This book talks about these serious topics but it’s also entertaining and compelling.
Johanna is a strong woman who’s not afraid the take risk, to reflect on her life and steal her portrait.
If you want to know more please read the book.
I loved it and love Johanna and the other well plotted characters. The author is talented and can’t wait to read other books.
Highly recommended.
Many thanks to the publisher for this arc, all opinions are mine
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Originally from Washington, DC, SARA READ tried the nine-to-five life for about a nanosecond before moving to rural Virginia to become a flute-maker’s apprentice and traditional fiddle player. Childbirth led her to a career in nursing. A cancer survivor herself, she now has the distinct privilege of caring for cancer patients. She is co-founder of #momswritersclub, a biweekly YouTube and live Twitter chat for writers. Sara lives in Charlottesville, Virginia, with her husband, two teens, a terrier, and three snarky cats. She loves a long run, a long road trip, and a long talk with a friend. www.sararead.net
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Tables always turn.🥀⌛️
Remember what I said? Times up
I meant what I said times up!
Nobody listened, we all gone eat now,
You best run for your life!
The tables always turning, people always talking, I’m no longer listening.
I can hear the silence in the air, knowing damn well, they know, they know no returns.
*smiling at the silence.*
Let them fear, let them talk, I’m go after a dream, they have no control of.
Here we go again,
You should have returned along time ago,
It’s cute seeing you all warm & cozy-Alex
I bet I could hit the stop sign with my bow.-me
I have no doubts, you are good.-him
What’s our brilliant plan Alex?-me
Adventure, thrill that’s what we seek lately-him
What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger,
Or a thrill seeker, or fucking risk taker,
So feed me. -I say.
I can’t take you can I?
“Nah, I’m free spirit I do what I wanna.”-me
He might not be able too, I can though.-a voice
*I could feel the tension.*
You said tables gotta turn, they turned.-twin
I looked at the helmet,
I see why you got into street bikes 🏍️.
That’s very cute.-me
Your not a writer, show me watcha got.-me
I don’t gotta be a writer, to turn tables madyson. -twin 🔥
You say you belong too, who you belong too,
One has your soul, the other helps your career.
Yeah id say you belong to both of us.-twin. 🔥
“If you think you got what it takes, prove it.
I’d love to see it.-me
* steps into me, I do have what it takes.”
Honey you know I will. God your sexy. -him
I knew that already though,
I won’t lie the helmet on you is mysterious,
I recognize your voice any day.
You cannot fool, the foolish, two can play,
The magician, the publisher, the coyote.
It all goes hand in hand. -me
You never thought I’d match you,
I match you,
Now give it up, take the challenge,
I got you right where I want. -twin 🔥
*I smile knowing he’s right,
I swear the maturity level hits different,
Catastrophic, yet all the right reasons.*
Tables gone turn ToDay! -(I say riled up.)
*both my boys laughing now.*
Yet,
You still haven’t told me,
How. Does. The kill switch work!?
*I say smiling.*
They both looked at me, no absolutely not!!
We are telling you that. -twin 🔥🪶🏹
“I’ll find it myself.”-me
*They give me another look.*
The twin flame especially,🔥
You touch the switch I promise you.- he warns
“I do what I want, when I wanna.”-me
He leans into me now,
“Try it.”-his voice low.
I bit my lower lip knowing, I’m playing with fire,
Both hands on the matches,
You really wanna play right now,
I can see it in your eyes knock it off. -twin 🔥
What if I don’t wanna huh?
You ain’t gone do shit! -me
*both boys start chuckling 🤭 *
Twin leans into, as if he was going too,
His kisses are deadly, he knew his motive,
My knees weakened, our eyes locked.
*The smirk on his face.*
Yeahh! Stay humble! I got you weak!- he said
*my courage somehow gets the best of me.*
*I’m so scared! I speak sarcastically. *
*Alex spits out his wine.*
*his chuckle was a sign I’m in trouble*
“She’s mine the rest of the night.”- twin
*Now I’m double scared, I said sarcastically.*
*my laughter making it worse.*
He looked done now,
Somebody wants ass whooping!
Get your shit and let’s go!
Now-he said firm.
“He said light the Match, so i lit the match.”
Tables really gone turn now.
By: Madyson Wilson 🪶🏹🏍️🔥
#madysonwilsonswritings#inspiration#writers on tumblr#writers#writerscommunity#my writing#neverendingstory#love poem#ourworldundone#motivating quotes#literally#madysonswilsonssharpcutwritings#madysonssavagemoments.#deepstory#deepmadyson#flirty banter#sexy poetry#motivatedmindset#creativewriters
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I don't really know where else to ask, but, I'm starting to see a slow, steady increase with authors creating Patreons and then having people pay for their fanfiction stories. It's been bothering me for a while, and only recently did I realize why. I mean, first, is that even legal? To make others pay for fanfiction? Isn't that how fanfiction will start suffering from copyright AGAIN? I'm just terrified. I get having a Patreon for original work, but for fanfiction? It's just too damn risky!
I’m not a lawyer, and even if I were the law changes so much from region to region that I couldn’t give a definitive answer.
What I can tell you is that I’m not personally aware of a successful copyright suit where a corporation or professional writer sued a fan author and won. I know there have been several instances of fan authors taking down their work after receiving cease and desist letters (Anne Rice is famous for doing this, but she’s not the only one).
Since there isn’t any case law about the legality of fanfic one way or the other, it’s a matter of copyright versus fair use. One of the points in favor of a determination of fair use is non-commercialization. In other words, it's easier to rule in a fan creator's favor if they're not making any money off what they're doing.
AO3 has a strict rule against profiting from fic because that makes their legal argument stronger when a suit gets filed. [personal opinion, but I think the rule is also there to protect fanfiction as a hobby rather than turning it into work]
If anyone on AO3 is making money via posting on AO3 then the site could potentially have issues. If the patreon/kofi etc. activity occurs on the individual’s blog or website and isn’t mentioned on AO3 or linked to from AO3, then the Archive can very reasonably point out that they had no idea that was happening, thus protecting the site and everyone on it.
In that situation, the individual author could still face consequences as a result of getting paid for fic, so they should take that into account.
Both advertising and solicitation are against AO3's Terms of Service. Authors who decide to try to make money by writing fic, should not say they’re doing so anywhere on the Archive.
Don't link to a Paypal account, Ko-fi, Patreon, GoFundMe, etc.
Don't ask readers to give you coffee / Ko-fi
Don't post previews of your Amazon books
Don't thank any readers for being your Patron
Don't drop hints that people could pay you to write prompts
If you link out to your personal blog or website, do not link directly to a page about commissions or pricing. Choose another page and allow readers to find that payment option on their own.
I’ve never been interested in getting published for original works, but I’ve heard that getting paid for fic can cause problems there, too. So fic writers? If you want to get paid, make sure you do your research first and you’re aware of the risks involved. Other than that, just make sure you’re abiding by the ToS.
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