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Friendly reminder to all the writers on here:

You don’t owe anyone good writing.

You don’t owe anyone a complete storyline written in order.

You can jump around. You can abandon projects. You can write really shitty stories! Writing is about telling stories and creating worlds. Not about what makes your followers happy.

I have to remind myself of this a lot, because in most of my stories I’ve gotten stuck and don’t know where to go. But you can jump around. You can skip parts. It doesn’t matter.

Write what makes you happy.

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(x)

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Write fanfic for yourself.

Publish fanfic for the rotation of 3-6 people who are devoted readers and will either go feral or leave you very nice words and yell with you about it.

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You work as tech support for ancient supernatural beings who are trying to adapt to the modern world. It’s a frustrating - and at times dangerous - job, but at least your clients pay well.

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“Don’t give up, and don’t lose your stubborn belief that you have a story worth telling. I’ve had so many people tell me over so many years that I didn’t have the qualities needed to be a writer.”

— Devi S. Laskar

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maybe you could fix him, but I personally, don't intend to. i want to see him baring his teeth while covered in blood

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Every single time I see a take that amounts to "if you write about X happening, or like fiction where X happens, you like X" I'm reminded of this one time I was at a casual friends house as a young kid. We were in her room, pretending to "be orphans" escaping from an evil orphanage and having to take care of each other and fend for ourselves. It was all very Little Orphan Annie/All Dogs Go to Heaven and based on the 80s pop media.

And this girl's mom comes in, hears what we're playing and gets all MAD and UPSET. She says that if we play act something, it's because we want it to happen. So her daughter must WANT HER TO DIE.

First off lady, we were 6 year year olds, so take it down several notches. We barely had a concept of mortality for fucks sake. She made us feel so guilty and ashamed, because she was taking our game personally.

Now I have a 5 year old. And sometimes she looks at me and says "pretend you're dead, and I have to -" Whatever it is. Some adult task she's assigned herself.

And it's just so transparently obvious that she's practicing the idea of having to do things on her own. Which is exactly what 5 year olds are supposed to do. I actually find it very flattering that the only way she can envision me not being available to help her is to be literally deceased. Otherwise, obviously, she wouldn't have to do scary hard things alone.

It's a natural coping mechanism. She's self-soothing about what would happen if I wasn't there by play-acting independence in a perfectly safe environment. She's also practicing skills she needs, and making up excuses for practicing them on her own, without taking on the responsibility of being able to do them by herself all the time yet.

Humans mentally rehearse bad this in their brains all the time. We can do that by ruminating- going over worries over and over again, which tends to lead to anxiety and helplessness and depression. Or we can do it with a sense of play- by recognizing that the fiction is fiction and we can dip our toe into these experiences and expose ourselves to bad things without actually being injured.

My daughter does not want me dead. And I don't want bad things to happen in real life. But fiction and pretend help me face the horrors of the world and think about them without collapsing or messing myself up mentally.

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Crimson Peak (2015) | dir. Guillermo del Toro

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You know what, fuck you. *Romanticizes the monstrous in a way that is deeply compelling to people who feel they've been ostracized from mainstream society in one way or another, and also at least a little bit horny*

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Please, please report people who put their ko-fi or Patreon on their AO3 without mercy. Just click the link at the bottom of the page that says Policy Questions and Abuse Reports and say the user is engaging in monetisation. Say where you saw their ko-fi link or mention (author’s note, whatever) and copy the info on their user profile, too, in order to make it easier for the volunteers.

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REPORT THEM ALL

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Reblogging to see the results. I have the opposite dilemma, I post in English for now but I'm also hesitating to translate them in my native language for similar reasons

Guys, I'm once again thinking too much, please help me. When I created my AO3 account, I didn't plan to translate my stories and so I just went on and posted the German versions of some of my fics. Now that I do translate them though, I'm hesitant to post new German works because I've gained a bunch of user subscriptions, and the majority most likely come from English readers whom I don't want to annoy with notifications about German stories - especially when it comes to long stories that will have regular updates for quite some time. At the same time, I'd love to share my not-yet translated works as well because ... well, I got some German readers too and I'm thirsting for reactions. XD

Am I overthinking this? Am I the only one thinking about this?

Btw, this is not specifically aimed at my readers, so feel free to answer! ^^

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Hello to you friend or stranger! :)

This is a multifandom writing blog. Right now, I plan on mainly writing for Julian Devorak and Asra Alnazar (The Arcana), The Volturi coven (Twilight) and maybe a few characters from The Clone Wars. This list will evolve as my fandoms do.

Please note some of what I write might be on the darker side (fight, battles, ...) or maybe even NSFW at one point. It's always tagged but please, avoid my blog if you're a minor.

Requests are currently CLOSED. I'm going back to writing after quite a break and I'm easing into it for now. :) But I'll surely open them eventually. Please note that I'll only accept requests I'm sufficiently comfortable with, there are subjects I don't write about.

Oh! And I'm also blackcatwritings on AO3!

Writing goal : 1/100 fanfictions

WIPs :

Caius Volturi x Reader : A battle is approaching as you get used to your new vampire life. You chose to fight alongside your coven but some gaps in your memories add to your apprehension (Adventure)

Julian Devorak x Reader : teaching Julian your native language (Fluff)

Fanfiction library :

The Arcana :

Julian Devorak x Reader Safe Place (fluff) : After you saved the world, Julian wakes up from a nightmare, old demons in his eyes. You're here for him but your own doubts aren't far.

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Super soft intimacy

cradling the face, looking into their eyes

pressing foreheads against each other

sighing into the other's mouth

kisses all over the face

calling each other petnames they wouldn't use in public

hugging the other from behind

sliding hands under their clothes

softly stroking their warm skin

ruffling the other's hair

murmuring sweet things into their ears

stroking the other's finger while holding hands

nuzzling into their neck

massaging their feet

napping together

having the other's head on their lap

staring into each other's eyes

pressing soft kisses on their shoulders

smiling into the kiss

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"The Siren

The pull of your energy is palpable. It’s your strongest asset, and everyone feels it the moment you’re near. But at your core is a fear of being known, truly known. You attract adoration towards you, but once they attempt to know who you really are, your violent urges begin to arise. You’ve grown to love the pain that you cause, sometimes you even crave it. A part of you wants to feel guilt, but you smother it, because you know the truth. They are nothing compared to you. Their suffering for your sake will be the most meaningful thing they’ll ever do."

which paranormal being are you?

(sorry but we cant all get vampire)

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Safe Place (Julian x Reader)

Summary: After you saved the world, Julian wakes up from a nightmare, old demons in his eyes. You're here for him but your own doubts aren't far.

Warnings: Nothing worse than what you get in the game : Quick allusion to Julian's canon trauma (non-graphic), the reader is a little anxious at one point but overall it's comfort and sleepy fluff. Cuddles and kissing but nothing NSFW. Spoilers for Julian's route but if you're reading this you might already have finished the route.

Info: Reader is gender neutral. No use of pronouns besides you/your. No mention of skin, eyes or hair color, form or texture but Reader is said to have hair. If you squint, Julian could be interpreted as taller than the reader at one point.

It starts with small but quick movements besides you, then you hear a breath quicken. You're still tiptoeing between being asleep and being awake but something is telling you to wake up.

"Don't... I can.. Save..." The voice is familiar but it's the pain you can hear in it that wakes you up abruptly.

Sleep is still making your eyelids heavy but you turn anyway to see Julian still asleep, his face so tense you're surprised he hasn't awaken yet. You hesitate only an instant before your hand finds his shoulder, shaking it gently.

"Julian."

He sits up quickly, startled, his eyes searching the dark room frantically until they find yours. He exhales, his shoulders loosing a fraction of the tension they hold. You're not entirely sure of what you see in his eyes but his left hand moving to gently cup your face attract your attention. His other hands finds your shoulder and he brings you in a hug. You put your arms around him, it's almost automatic now. As you're still fighting to stay awake only with the strength of your worry for him, the comfort of his arms is welcome.

His breath is still too sharp for your liking so you rub soothing circles on his back.

"I'm here, you're safe, we're home." You say softly, just loud enough for him to hear.

His breath quietens ever so slightly. You wait a few instants more but he stays silent, still holding you for dear life. Bottling it up as usual. Your sleepy mind consider a moment about not asking him what's wrong to not cross a boundary but you're barely able to form a coherent thought right now. You settle on some encouraging words letting him choose what he wants to do with what troubles him.

"Wanna tell me what bothers you?"

Silence follows, just long enough for you to doubt he will even answer, before his voice reach your ears, softer and less assured than usual.

"Bad memories. The plague."

Your thumbs stop the soft rubbing on his back. The plague. You might not have a lot of memories from that time but you do remember when it almost came back. The devil's sick smile flashes into your mind, his laugh seems to overwhelm your ears for an instant and you grip Julian a little more tightly.

"I didn't mean to upset you." Julian voice sounds remorseful and you wonder how he can still find the emotional strength to pay attention to your state while he is clearly in distress.

"You didn't. Unless you're secretly the devil or something." You tone of voice is vaguely playful but you're too tired to prevent the sinking feeling in your stomach. You beat the devil but that didn't mean you didn't have doubts at one point. Julian could have gotten hurt. So could have everyone that fought that day. You're vaguely aware that you wouldn't feel that bad if you had enough sleep but the thought quickly fades away.

You feel his lips turn into a small smile in the crook of your neck. "I'm not."

The silence falls in between you again but you don't let it take root.

"We're in this together, huh?" You say slowly as Julian's hands play with your hair absently. "We can't erase our past and neither of us wants to overwhelm the other with our darkest fears but maybe we can support each other as we deal with our own troubles."

Julian hums in agreement before he gets a little farther from you to see your face. You see him attempt his usual rogue smile but you know him enough to see right through it.

"Sure there isn't a magic spell that would give me the ability to take all of your troubles away? I'm used to trouble, I'm trouble. I can handle it, I'm strong enough."

You know he is only half joking.

"So am I." You raise you hand to cup his cheek and he melt into your touch, his eyes closing to enjoy the sensation.

"I guess then I'll have to simply use another way of helping, maybe I could start with cuddles." He says as he brings you closer.

You let your head fall to his shoulder.

"You're the one who had a nightmare, I'm the one doing the supporting right now." You say playfully, happy to see him acting more like himself.

He pursues his lips like if he' was deep in thought.

"Well, you're right. Then maybe you could try kissing me. Maybe it would help make me think about better things..." A twinkle in his eyes makes you hopeful.

You draw a finger to his cheek to gently push his face towards yours so your lips can meet. The kiss is soft and sleepy until Julian's hand cups your face to deepen it.

When you break the kiss, Julian follows up with a gentle kiss to your nose, then your forehead and you let your head fall to his shoulder once more. They feel more relaxed now and his frowns seems lighter. You listen to his breath and let out a satisfied little sigh when you realize it's deeper and more regular. Not yet calm, but that's already progress.

"You know you can talk to me right?" You said again and he nods.

"Tomorrow? I think we could use some sleep before talking about upsetting things." He kisses the top of your head as he starts to lay down again, gently taking you with him.

You lay down, your head resting on his chest where one of your hands traces circles slowly.

"You're sure you can sleep again so soon?"

Julian smiles, moving slightly to find a more comfortable position while staying close to you. He brings the cover back over your bodies.

"With you by my side? There's nothing I couldn't do. Not even sleeping" His voice sounds assured even if his eyes are still a little unfocused.

"Breath with me?" You say lazily, knowing you're sleepy enough for your breath to be deeper than his.

He looks startled for a moment before faintly blushing in the dim light that filters through the window.

"Helps calms down your breath." You precise, fighting against sleep.

"Okay."

"Inhale." You say as you breath in slowly, squeezing his hand as you do. "Exhale." You release the soft pressure on his hands. You're not sure it's useful to add a gentle squeeze to the breath, but it seems like a good way of helping him get out of his mind and back into his body.

When you squeeze his hand again, he squeezes softly back. "Inhale," he says before doing it. "Exhale."

Your breaths slowly sync together as you repeat the process, soon letting go of the spoken cues.

"I'm here." You say as you doze off with a soft smile.

"I'm here too." You hear him answer, sleep heavy in his voice.