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sorry to anyone who followed me for anything, ever. you are not getting that.

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me, the motherfucker with over 50 abandoned works in progress: i have an idea

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i can’t believe some of yall are married/in long term relationships…..i thought we were all yearning together

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Tired of the “she did nothing wrong” mindset. She did EVERYTHING wrong and I’m still on her side and that’s true dedication baby.

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i know i’ve been mia recently but my god are the tags dry. they’re all just filled with ai chatbots which, no hate to the creators but i didn’t know we were all just so proud to be supporting them?? please somebody write something. i need substance

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I won't stop saying it: in fanfic-writing, you make your own rules. Write whatever the fuck you want to write

Sometimes it's that you haven't written that fanfic of that genre yet because you don't have confidence in your writing talents, or you have some learning and improving to do in your writing, or you're afraid of the audience reception.

Sometimes it's also just that the said genre is not for you. Write what you're confident in and what makes you happy. It's okay to leave the rest alone.

Unless you're receiving payment to diversify and to be more creative and to "impress", you have every right to stick to your comfort zone.

Write the same fanfic five times with five different endings. Write one genre of fanfics. Write all genres ever known to man. Write for 75 fandoms. Write for one fandom. Update once a year. Update every hour. Write only 200-chaptered stories. Write only drabbles. Write the tamest stuff. Write the kinkiest stuff(tags exist for a reason). Write different love stories for one character you love. Use the same lines or words.

Do anything and everything as long as you're happy and having fun. If there are too many negative emotions(fear, self-doubt, mental stress, worry, anxiety, overthinking, etc.) attached to your writing, then you're probably taking it too seriously.

Nobody has the right to shake your fanfic-writing peace and make you doubt how great of a writer you are, not even YOURSELF or YOUR READERS. This shit is free and meant to be for fun and relaxation.

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a feel like the new generation of fanfic readers NEED to understand that clicking on a fic (interaction) does nothing. ao3 has no algorithm. your private discord discussions of fic do not reach the authors. if you do not actively engage with writers they will stop posting. this isn’t social media this is community.

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kill the imposter syndrome in your head because not only is there someone out there doing it worse than you, they’re also using chat gpt to do it

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Yellowjackets take New York

synopsis: you have a crush on van palmer. van palmer has a crush on taissa turner. and taissa turner has a crush on you. what could possibly go wrong when the yellowjackets all go on a week long trip to nyc??

pairing: van palmer x reader (elements of taissa turner x reader)

You're best friends with Lottie Matthews and close with Jackie Taylor and Shauna shipman

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part 9. …or so everyone thought

taglist: @ningeology @vanpalmertruther

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But gp van with cis tai x house wife reader. They both are dominant over reader but tai is dominate over van. Sometimes tai just watches reader and van while directing the scene

okay BUT what about tai walking in on her gfs…? (my first taivan x reader fic, who cheered?? nsfw content so mdni!!)

you honestly hadn’t meant to get started without tai. the plan was to wait. you and van had been home all day, lounging in bed, folding laundry in one of van’s old tees, padding barefoot across the kitchen floor while dinner simmered on the stove, waiting.

waiting too long.

tai had kissed you both goodbye before leaving that morning. polished in her navy-blue suit, she’d even let van tug her back into bed for a little while longer, grumbling about not having time until she got pouty and you joined in, trailing your fingers up tai’s thigh under the covers. it didn’t take much more convincing.

van had climbed into her lap, already getting hard. a sight tai couldn’t refuse, so her hand slipped between van’s legs, and you lay beside them, stroking her hair, listening to her come while tai murmured that it’d have to hold the two of you over for the day.

“be good,” she’d said with a final kiss. “i’ll be home before dinner.” you’d nodded solemnly, maybe a bit too sure of yourselves.

by the time it started getting late, tai still hadn’t shown up and van was getting restless. she was supposed to be helping with dinner, but instead kept brushing against you. at first, she played it off as an accident, then she started grinding harder. that led to making out, which then led to you on your knees in the kitchen, taking her deep down your throat under the pretense that it’d stop there, that it was just to blow off (no pun intended) some steam until tai got home.

“we’ll stop after,” van promised, even as she pushed her cock between your lips. except you hadn’t stopped there.

now you’re in her lap on the living room couch, moaning with every upward grind of her hips. your dress is discarded somewhere behind you, no panties, because van had asked you not to wear any today, smiling as she whispered how good it would feel to just slide right in when the time came. her mouth is everywhere it can reach, hungry like she’s starving for you.

van is buried deep inside you, stretching you so full it leaves you dizzy, while her hand moves between your legs, playing in the slick mess she’s made.

you’re squirming against her, rocking down with gasping breaths, when the lock clicks and the door down the hall creaks open.

you freeze, mortified to have been caught. van, on the other hand, doesn’t. she just grins and tips her head toward the door like she knew the timing would work out this way.

“hi, baby,” she calls lazily, glancing back down between your legs with a groan as your body involuntarily tightens around her.

you feel tai’s presence long before you see her; the sharp click of her heels on the hardwood, six steps exactly before she must be standing in the doorway. “oh,” you hear her sigh from behind your arched back. “i didn’t realize i was interrupting”

van’s hands stay firm on your hips, making it impossible to squirm away. “oops,” she says, not sounding sorry at all.

you risk a glance over your shoulder. taissa stands in the doorway in her work clothes: dark slacks, pressed shirt open at the collar, blazer slung over her arm, keys still dangling from one finger.

her eyes travel slowly over the scene, from your flushed cheeks and van’s cock nestled deep inside you, to the tossed pillows on the floor. her gaze lingers, then one brow lifts.

van throbs at the sight of her, twitching against your walls, and you clench instinctively, which makes her swear under her breath.

“seriously?”

“you said you’d be home an hour ago!”

“i said i had a meeting.”

van shrugs. “we got bored.”

tai steps into the room, setting her bag down. “you got impatient.” her eyes cut to you. “and you just let her?”

you nod, cheeks burning.

“she’s good at asking nicely,” van says, dragging her herself through your folds to prove her point. tai watches the movement, gritting her teeth. eventually, she lets her keys clink onto the entry table, then peels off her blazer.

van leans in again, nuzzling behind your ear with a chuckle. “she missed you,” she murmurs, locking eyes with tai over your shoulder.

“i can see that,” tai says dryly, rolling her sleeves up.

van rocks her hips again, a teasing thrust, and you cry out, more from surprise than anything else, though tai catches the sound. her gaze narrows down to where van moved as she steps right up to the couch, towering above both of you.

“get her up,” she instructs van.

van groans but obeys, carefully guiding you off her lap. your legs shake as you stand, weak from the loss of being so perfectly stretched around her, and you wobble straight into tai’s arms.

her hands close around your waist, grounding you. she doesn’t seem in the mood for the usual punishment today. “baby,” she murmurs, dipping her head to brush her lips over your temple, “you were supposed to wait.”

you whimper, too close to your orgasm to bother forming a coherent sentence. one minute more, and taissa would’ve walked in on you cumming all over van. van, who now tugs you back slightly to admire the slick still dripping down your thighs.

“not her fault,” she offers, shamelessly gaping. “i was the one who couldn’t help myself.”

“yeah,” tai agrees. “i can see that too.”

then she moves, maneuvering you back onto the couch, this time lying you down properly across the cushions. tai settles beside you, loosening the last button at her collar. “van,” she says expectantly.

“yeah?”

“you made the mess. clean it up.”

van doesn’t need to be told twice. still hard, she sinks to her knees between your legs, starting with a long lick up your folds, broad tongue dragging through your arousal, savoring every drop.

you cry out again, muffled behind your hand until tai gently pulls it away and threads her fingers through yours.

“no hiding,” she reminds you.

van’s tongue moves expertly, spreading you apart and circling your clit while her fingers dig possessively into your thighs, making your eyes roll back in your head.

“you like this?” tai murmurs, watching your face shift. “letting her taste you while i watch?”

you head nods, helplessly, and van moans against you in response, sounding like she needs you to know how much she loves it too, your taste on her tongue while coated root to tip in your wetness.

as van begins to fuck you open, her mouth relentless, taissa stays pressed close to your side, cool fingers brushing over your nipples and a hand guiding your hips into each grind of van’s mouth. “good girls,” she praises lowly. “my good girls, both of you.”

you don’t realize how close you are until van’s fingers slip inside you alongside her tongue. just like that, you’re gone, crying out tai’s name as you come.

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don't judge a fic by its stats

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Yellowjackets take New York (smau)

synopsis: you have a crush on van palmer. van palmer has a crush on taissa turner. and taissa turner has a crush on you. what could possibly go wrong when the yellowjackets all go on a week long trip to nyc??

pairing: van palmer x reader (elements of taissa turner x reader)

You're best friends with Lottie Matthews and close with Jackie Taylor and Shauna shipman

A/N - updates might be a little slower going forward sorry. i’m not having the best time rn so we’ll see

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part 8. all is forgiven…

taglist: @ningeology @vanpalmertruther

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How it feel to finally accept and embrace the cringe of reading x reader fics

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REBLOG POSTS❗❗ COMMENT ON FICS❗❗COMPLIMENT FANART ❗❗LEAVE LITTLE NOTES IN THE TAGS❗❗ BOOKMARK FICS YOU LIKE❗❗ TELL AUTHORS WHAT YOU LIKED ABOUT THEIR FICS❗❗COMMENT ON DECADE OLD FICS ❗❗ADD YOUR OWN ANALYSIS IN LONG POSTS❗❗ENGAGE❗❗ INTERACT❗❗ BUILD A COMMUNITY ❗❗

While people don't post for engagement, it certainly doesn't do any harm..

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really is bizarre the way fandoms largely do not like women at ALL. it’s been happening for ages but when you see people straight up just hating on women characters more often now (+ the general rise in misogyny) and then you come on here and everyone’s just pretending women don’t even EXIST in any media ever. it’s like that’s not much better. fandom isn’t activism but it does reveal people’s internal biases. like women being excluded, sidelined and erased in everythingggg. people will take characteristics that are compelling in a female character and give it to a man in fan content just so they don’t have to engage with a woman ever. fics, fan art, ships, etc. a hollywood produced movie/tv show won’t even sideline a woman as much as the average fandom blogger will

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I feel like this is an unpopular opinion, but more people should read incomplete/unfinished/in-progress fanfics.

I've noticed this huge trend where creators on tiktok and tumblr who will be explaining how to use Archive Of Our Own to new users and they always say "and make sure to scroll down and click completed only" or how people will go out of their way to mention they only read completed fics 'because they were traumatized when they forgot to check the dates and didn't realize this fic hadn't been updated since 2012'.

The thing is - I think by not engaging with and/or actively avoiding writer's WIPs readers are potentially adding to the aggregate of abandoned works. Now this obviously isn't the case for all abandoned fics, anything from major life events, to loss of interest, to getting busy can be a reason for a fic getting abandoned - but at least on some level I just know that writers are quitting while they're ahead when they aren't garnering any response or feedback because reading WIPs has become unpopular. If you're worried about reading something that hasn't been updated since 2012 then you can use the date updated function to sort out old fics.

Anyways, support your favorite fanfic writers by engaging with their WIPs.

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