#I'm writer

[biktopdetective]

Отрывок из моей книги.

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Проезжая по ночному лесу, детектив засмотрелся в темную даль. Он вспоминает что ему надо будет зайти к кое-кому.

Машина выехала в город только под утро. Виктор спокойно спал на заднем сиденье машины. После того, как парень вышел у здания агенства, он пошел внутрь, идя по лестнице на 3-й этаж к своему кабинету. Забрав несколько документов, выскочил сразу на улицу, побежав в неизвестном направлении. Дойдя до какого-то дома, зашел в первый подъезд. Поднявшись на 2-й этаж, начал искать нужную дверь. Подойдя к 11 двери, сначала попытался открыть дверь ключем, но ключ не подошел. Неуверенно постучался, хрипло сказав.

— мистер Лис, вы там? — постучал снова, пытаясь дождавшись ответа. — я принес кое-что для тебя.

За дверью послышались шуршания и шаги, но не сразу. Перед детективом предстал молодой парень, выше самого парня. Его волосы были взлохмаченные и сонные глаза. "Мистер Лис" был одет в пижаму. Низ пижамы был розовым и с кошками. На вверху обычная широкая темная футболка. Виктор протянул тому пакет с чем-то.

— что это? — спросил сонно "Мистер Лис".

— возьми, тебе понадобиться.

Лис взял пакет, и сразу же растормошив его, заглянул внутрь. Внутри была упаковка печенья, несколько конфет, витамины и открытка, напоминающая о том что он всегда может положиться на его друга.

— это мне..? — неуверенно спросил Лис. — спасибо...

— я знаю, тебе не долго осталось, но это пока что самое необходимое.

Мужчина только покачал головой. Из-за ноги Мистера Лиса вышла серая кошка. У неë было немного белых пятен на мордочке, спине и лапах. Детектив перевел взгляд с парня на кошку.

— как поживает Дымка? — с нежностью спросил тот, любя пушистых зверей. — Ей больше не было плохо?

— нет, она в порядке, я купил ей другой корм — спокойно сказал, переведя взгляд на кошечку.

Виктор задумался на секунду, затем улыбнулся сразу.

— собирайся быстро, я придумал кое-что.

— прямо сейчас..? — недовольно произнеся, но всë же смерившись с этим — ну, хорошо, мать, как скажешь.

Зайдя внутрь комнаты, юноша сразу подхватил кошку и начал ждать своего сонного давнего друга. Присев на кровать, начал осматривать комнату. Помещение было небольшим. Квартира состояла из одной комнаты, маленькой кухни и туалет с ванной. В полне уютно для одного человека. В спальне была кровать, стол, шкаф и в общем то всë. Похоже ему достаточно этого. На столе был компьютер. Его наличие уже успокаивает. Свет из окна не сильно попадал в комнату, светлее было на кухне. Подождав пару минут, детектив устал ждать. Встав, начал натягивать на парня обувь, куртку, шапку и замотал шарфом, выгоняя уже из квартиры. Закрыв дверь, пошли на улицу. Тащив за собой, не говорил куда идут они. Пробегая по заснеженной дорогой, юноши пытались немного шутить, чтобы хоть когда-то снизить напряженные паузы. Когда они наконец-то дошли до места, Мистер Лис взгля��ул на это место и у него сразу засверкали глаза. Детектив привел его в его любимую кафешку, в которой те раньше часто собирались.

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Excerpt from my book.

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Driving through the night forest, the detective stared into the dark distance. He remembers that he will need to visit someone.

The car left for the city only in the early morning. Victor was sleeping peacefully in the back seat of the car. After the guy got out at the agency building, he went inside, walking up the stairs to the 3rd floor to his office. After taking several documents, he immediately jumped out onto the street, running in an unknown direction. When he reached a house, he went into the first entrance. Having gone up to the 2nd floor, I started looking for the right door. When he got to the 11th door, he first tried to open the door with a key, but the key did not fit. He knocked uncertainly, saying hoarsely.

— "Mr. Fox", are you there? He knocked again, trying to wait for an answer. — I brought something for you.

There were rustlings and footsteps outside the door, but not immediately. A young guy appeared in front of the detective, taller than the guy himself. His hair was tousled and his eyes were sleepy. "Mr. Fox" was wearing pajamas. The bottom of the pajamas was pink with cats. The usual wide dark T-shirt is on top. Victor handed Tom a bag with something.

- what is it? — "Mr. Fox" asked sleepily.

— take it, you'll need it.

The fox took the package, and immediately shook it open, looked inside. Inside was a package of cookies, some sweets, vitamins and a postcard reminding him that he could always rely on his friend.

— Is this for me..? — "the Fox" asked uncertainly. — thank you...

— I know you don't have long left, but this is the most necessary thing so far.

The man just shook his head. A gray cat came out from behind "Mr. Fox's" leg. She had a few white spots on her muzzle, back and paws. The detective looked from the guy to the cat.

— How is the Dyomka? He asked tenderly, loving the furry animals. — Was she not ill anymore?

—No, she's fine, I bought her another food, — he said calmly, looking at the kitty.

Victor thought for a second, then smiled immediately.

— pack up quickly, I've come up with something.

— right now..? — saying with displeasure, but still reconciling with it — well, okay, "mother", whatever you say.

Entering the room, the young man immediately picked up the cat and began to wait for his sleepy old friend. He sat down on the bed and began to look around the room. The room was small. The apartment consisted of one room, a small kitchen and a toilet with a bathtub. It's completely cozy for one person. The bedroom had a bed, a table, a wardrobe and basically everything. That seems to be enough for him. There was a computer on the table. Its presence is already calming. The light from the window did not get much into the room, it was brighter in the kitchen. After waiting a couple of minutes, the detective got tired of waiting. Getting up, he began to pull shoes, a jacket, a hat on the guy and wrapped a scarf around him, kicking him out of the apartment. After closing the door, we went outside. Dragging them along, he did not say where they were going. Running along the snow-covered road, the young men tried to joke a little in order to at least once reduce the tense pauses. When they finally reached the place, "Mr. Fox" looked at the place and his eyes immediately sparkled. The detective took him to his favorite cafe, where they used to often gather.

[izzythedemigod]

I just found the funniest font ever

Like. What is this. Why is this. Who is the target audience of this?

[put-a-keep-are-you-foo-dell]

[monsoon-of-art]

[anexistingexistence]

Yes I want to write my story but my story doesn't want to be written so what the fuck am I supposed to do about that huh?

[raggedytiger]

this is so bad but i permanently cropped the file so brutally that i can no longer edit it. whoops! also panels 4-7 were fully coloured but it looks better without for some reason. pomni (penny?) is such an ugly crier. i love my horrible failgirl accountant

[emberfaye]

You know what?

I love you, fics that take months to update. I click on the newest chapter and have no memory of this place and get to go back some chapters and rediscover how much i love everything about this story.

I love you, fics that take years to update. I think of you fondly, and know your names, go search for you and see an update from this year and scream, diving in uncaring of any missed details (i will finish the update and read you in reverse because this is a treat you have bestowed)

I love you, fics that probably will never update again. Thank you for being a roman empire for my mind, thank you for teaching me about the ephemeral fandom experience, for inspiring a thousand million what if-s, for being a comfort read and a nostalgia read and a reread.

I love you fic writers, who jump into projects and stories with enthusiasm. I love you when you succeed in pumping out those chapters and that love doesn't go away when you stop.

I love you fic writers who post and then get in your own head and never feel confident enough to update, whether it's at all or whether it's just that one story.

I love you fic writers, who have a fandom or media hurt you to the point of abandoning or having a hard time with their WIPs.

I love you fic writers, who lose interest or have life changes or illness or bad memory. Thank you for being part of the fandom, a core part of the fandom. Thank you for the time spent in the fandom.

I love you, fic writers who try out something new and then stop. You're so valid.

I love you, WIP fics that may or may not ever get finished. Thank you for brightening my day in the way only you could have.

[astriiformes]

One hill I will die on is that it's always infinitely funnier for mad scientist characters to have an actual area of expertise, and the narrower it is, the funnier it gets. Like, they're mad scientists. They can branch out from it. But it's a very special thing to be able to point to the person who built a death ray/engineered life in their basement/etc and be able to confidently state what they got their PhD in.

"Doc Brown is a mad scientist" Well yeah, obviously.

"Doc Brown is a mad physicist" Now we're getting somewhere!

"Doc Brown is a mad nuclear physicist" Specifically conjures up images of a guy who spent his PhD doing a million repetitive cyclotron tests and eventually said fuck this, I'm building a time machine instead. Comedy gold.

[gothamite-rambler]

"Weird Questions from a Weird City: Batfamily Edition

Duke Thomas: What’s your biggest fear?

Jason Todd: That I’ll never be good enough for anyone.

Tim Drake: Everyone hates me and talks about me behind my back.

Dick Grayson: Vampires.

Jason Todd: ...

Tim Drake: ...

Dick Grayson: I got turned into one once and nearly killed peoples. It's a bloodlust, you never know when you'll be fully quenched and every non-vampire is a succulent vessel... But I'm not a vampire anymore and that is in my past.

Dick eats his apple after that.

*silence*

Duke Thomas: Holy crap stick, Batman.

Tim: Can I change my option to Dick Grayson?

Jason: Same.

[letmetellyouaboutmyfeels]

I am incredibly serious right now when I beg you all, please, and if you have Twitter or Tiktok or whatever to please spread the word: click on an author's profile on Ao3.

You want to know if an author has written more? Want to know if they're still writing? Want to see more from them? Want to know if they've written a trope or kink or sex scenario you enjoy?

Click on their name. And look at their profile.

I cannot tell you how many times in the last six months someone has read a new or newer fic of mine and said they (a new reader who has read nothing else I've done) "can't wait to see what you do next!" I've written 50+ fics and over a million words already.

"I don't know if you're still writing..." click on my profile. I am. I literally wrote a 128k+ fic for that ship last month.

"Would you ever do X?" "Please do Y!" I already did. Click on my name and look at my works.

Archive of our Own is a library. It's an archive. Not social media. It is your responsibility to fight back against the laziness that corporate algorithms have trained into you.

Click my author name. Just click it. Just click it.

Before you demand more, or ask if a writer will do XYZ, or wonder if the author still writing, or anything - click on their profile. Click on the author's profile.

I'm not trying to be mean or condescending or anything like that. I'm just exhausted. It's disheartening and frustrating to repeat myself ad nauseam, because someone couldn't take thirty seconds to do the tiniest bit of work to see if I've written lately, if I've written more for their ship, or scan my works to see if I've written what they're asking for. Please. Please. I'm begging.

Click the author's name, and explore before you ask.

[museaway]

I hope the fic you are working on right now finds a reader who will think about it constantly for years

[jimmycarterghostland]

Me writing a scene with two or more people of the same gender and trying not to get the readers confused, while also trying not to overuse the characters' names or epithets

[anundyingfidelity]

(drawing too)

[romansleftshoulderpad]

As a writer, I love going back through the comments I've gotten on AO3. I promise that the minute you take of your time has been appreciated for hours/months/years

[pedgito]

okay, genuinely curious (and please feel free to expand in the tags)

[golden-lovers]