#Yes I will write my own fanfic about it

[cannibalindsm]

I'm cringe but I'm free.

[jimbodyson]

people seem to love redemption arcs but absolutely despise a character doing something bad to earn the redemption. it’s exactly why i hate things like ‘well actually ____ didn’t deserve a redemption arc!!’ like bruh you do know someone has to do something bad before they redeem themselves right. like that’s the point of it.

[porcelana-r0ta]

I know the respective fandoms of DC and Miraculous Ladybug have a certain disdain for MLxDC fics but I think there's a potential for fics where Luka leaves Paris and just keeps traveling to different US cities because he keeps figuring out secret identities and he's just this 15 year old kid growing increasingly frustrated and exasperated at how badly everyone hides their identities and he just has to pretend to be oblivious even tho it's Their Fault for being Bad At Secrets and shouldn't adults be better at this??????

[ezziemagpie]

Fanfic authors, please, I implore you, from one writer to another, DO NOT DELETE YOUR WORKS. Change the account ownership, make a different pseud to put it under, anonymise or orphan them, it doesn't matter, just please, please, PLEASE, do not delete them. Please. Even if you think they're badly written, or out of character, or a decade old, or 'cringe', or whatever, there will be some poor schmuck out there who loves what you've written and will cry over its deletion because they forgot to download it. - Sincerely, some poor schmuck who loves what someone wrote and has spent the last ten hours trying to track it down because he forgot to download it.

[omsocks]

Fanfiction is for fun

​You’re not making it to make money, you’re making it for you

No one can tell you you’re writing fanfic wrong

If you want to write wildly inaccurate fanfic, do it

If someone has a problem with it, they don’t have to read, they can find something else to read, or even better, write what they want to read instead of bothering others about it

If anyone tries to tell you otherwise, then they just want to start arguments and you should ignore them

Where’s that post that’s like “somewhere along the way ‘fanfiction can be as good as published writing’ became ‘fanfiction should be as good as published writing’ and fandom as a whole has suffered since”? Because that’s essentially what I’m trying to say

[ananke-xiii]

I literally don't care about Dean teaching Jack how to drive&fish but I absolutely need a fic with Sam, Rowena and Cas going to meet the shaman Sergei who was recommended by none other than Ketch. Cas huffs and puffs about it for the whole drive, Rowena complains about Sam driving too slow and Sam thinks about driving them all into a cliff, the thought of dying Jack is the only thing keeping them all alive. What's even worse? The ride back home. With Sergei. Level of "I'd rather be in the pit of hell than in this car with you all" over nine thousand. It's, again, the thought of a dying Jack that keeps them all safe from eternal damnation because these people would otherwise Commit Crimes&Sacrileges.

[wisteriacount]

Hiei sat on the side of the bed closer to the window, gazing out into the snowy night. Kurama, next to him, reclined with a ridiculously thick book in hand.

When the fire demon had enough of landscape viewing, he turned to the fox. His hands fidgeted with the sheets, clearly showing signs of boredom.

Kurama turned toward Hiei, his emerald eyes almost affectionate. “I feel something flaring up in you.”

"Spar with me," Hiei said. Well, obviously, that was the reason Hiei had come here tonight in the first place. He had to keep that in mind.

"Oh, so that's it! Well, it's too late for that." Kurama yawned and put down his book. He shifted closer, resting his head on one hand. “What if I,” he said, his voice smooth and gentle, “tell you a story instead?”

Hiei frowned but didn’t object outright. “What kind of story?” he asked as he lay down. "I’m not a child, so spare me the bedtime stories."

"Of course you aren’t," Kurama’s sleepy smile grew wider. “It’s a simple short one. About a little fox demon and a little fire demon.”

Hiei raised an eyebrow but said nothing. His silence was permission enough for Kurama to begin.

“Once, many years ago,” Kurama started softly, “there were two young demons—a little fox demon and a little fire demon. Both were clever, strong-willed, and determined in their own ways. But both also had their struggles.”

Hiei shifted slightly, resting his arm beneath his head as he listened. There was a flicker of confusion in his crimson eyes. "Are you talking about us?" he asked bluntly. He didn’t know other fire demons or fox demons. Whatever.

“The little fox demon,” Kurama continued without answering, “was a mischievous creature, always scheming, always searching for treasures to steal or adventures to go on. He was clever, yes, but he was also lonely. He never stayed in one place for long, never trusted anyone enough to let them stay by his side.”

Hiei’s eyes flickered to Kurama, his expression unreadable as ever.

“The little fire demon,” Kurama continued with a faint smile, “was different. He wasn’t searching for treasures or adventures—he was searching for opponents to show his strength to and, deep in his heart, a place to belong. Cast out from his home, he wandered the decaying lands of the Makai, growing stronger but bitter. He trusted no one, only the blade in his hand.”

“I hope he butchered everyone who stood in his way,” Hiei muttered, though his tone lacked its usual sharpness. He turned his head to face the storyteller fox.

Kurama chuckled. “Perhaps. One day these two demons faced each other by accident. Their paths crossed in a forest, where the fox was planning his next heist and the fire demon was simply passing through.”

Hiei’s eyes narrowed slightly. “And?”

“The fox, curious about this fiery little stranger, decided to mess with him,” Kurama said, his voice taking a playful tone. “He laid a trap—a clever one, designed to catch the fire demon off guard. But the fire demon, sharp as his blade, saw through it. Instead of being caught, he turned the trap against the fox.”

Hiei smirked, triumphant. “Serves him right. Idiot fox.”

Kurama’s smile widened. “Indeed. The fox was furious, of course, but also impressed. He had never met anyone who could outwit him so easily. Then, in the blink of an eye, he freed himself and stood face-to-face with the fire demon. They were both lonely creatures, but in that moment, something passed between them. Maybe an unspoken understanding, or maybe just the wind of the Makai. ‘Join me,’ the little fox demon proposed—something he had never done before. ‘With your strength and my cunning, we could accomplish great things together.’"

“And the fire demon said no,” Hiei interjected, his fingers fidgeting with his shirt.

Kurama raised an eyebrow. “Ah, but you’re getting ahead of the story! The fire demon was suspicious, yes. He didn’t trust the fox, nor did he see the point in joining him. But something about the fox made him interested in the offer. Perhaps it was the fox’s potential to match his powers, or perhaps it was the loneliness they both shared, even if neither of them would admit it,” Kurama said as he closed his eyes.

Silence fell between them for a few seconds.

Hiei’s gaze softened. He turned his face toward the ceiling. One of his fingers tugged on Kurama's sweater sleeve, indicating he should continue the story.

Kurama opened his eyes, accompanied by a yawn, and turned to his side to face Hiei.

“So,” Kurama continued, his voice quieter now, hinting at his tiredness, “the fire demon agreed. ‘Just for a while,’ he said. ‘Until I grow tired of you.’”

“And then?” Hiei asked, his voice low but urging.

“Then,” Kurama said, leaning closer, “the two of them became partners. They challenged each other, learned from each other, committed various crimes together, and, slowly but surely, they found trust in each other. Something neither of them had experienced before.”

Kurama paused, his half-lidded, tired eyes locking with Hiei's vivid ones.

“That’s it? That’s your story?” Hiei asked.

Kurama chuckled. “It’s still being written. The ending hasn’t been decided yet,” he said simply.

Hiei snorted. “Ridiculous. The ending is that the fire demon cuts off the ears and tail of the fox as a trophy, proving that he was stronger.”

“Perhaps,” Kurama said with a sleepy voice. "If that’s what you insist. But even with his triumph, the fire demon would be lonely again.”

Hiei turned back toward the ceiling, his eyes twitching slightly. “As he should.” The words came out in a more vulnerable tone than Hiei had ever intended.

Kurama settled back onto his pillow, pulling the blanket over both himself and Hiei. "Their lives are long, and they have many new adventures and undefeated opponents ahead of them." A small smile played on his lips. “Sleep well, Hiei.”

hope that 3 people who read it had fun <3

[opossumanon]

Asexuality in fanfiction (Please read tags for warnings yall)

The awkward thing about asexuality is that when reading fanfic about a character who's ace, usually the fics I read will either

Make the character not asexual

Has the character be asexual and despises sex (Which leads to that character basically being raped by their romantic interest; seriously this trope happens WAAAAAAAY more often than I'd like)

Maybe occasionally has the character's ace-ness be nuanced, but it only goes as far as "I'm bored by sex but I'm chill with doing stuff to my partner" which only shows one other way to be asexual

This particularly annoys me because I'm asexual. I probably fall into the sex-positive category. The reason I am still ace is because I do experience arousal, I would like to have sexual experiences with others (Wouldn't be the end of the world if I didn't but it's still something I'd like to do), but I don't get "turned on" by other people. Basically if someone who's hot were to walk up to me naked I wouldn't be guaranteed to have a reaction but sometimes I can just be sitting and then suddenly have the urge to do the horizontal mambo. (I know there's probably a micro label for this, I just don't give a shit)

I know my case is rare, I know that aces like me are only brought up to try and excuse asexual erasure (I fucking hate it), but I still can't help but be disappointed that the only options for asexuality (In fanfic) are being 100%, being 0%, being some version of a stone, or being raped.

What about aces like me? What about aces who aren't like me but are still different than the three types listed above?

It's funny too cuz I remember this one fic that had smut between two characters (Consensual and both parties actually enjoyed it), one of which is ace in his original/comic book form, and the writer was all "I feel bad cuz [character] is ace in the comics and us aces get so little rep already" and I'm wondering how the author, who's ace themself, forgot about how asexuality is a spectrum?

You can have an ace character who gets horny and likes sex but just doesn't get turned on by people!

You can have an ace character who doesn't want anything to do with sex 99% of the time, but every once in a blue moon decides they want to roll in the sheets with their partner that night!

You can have an ace character who only gets aroused in specific circumstances, such as how long they've known the object of their arousal for!

Asexuality is such a wide spectrum that includes so much nuance, and seeing fic writers basically spit on it is so disheartening as a writer myself. One of the main ingredients to being a good writer, in my personal opinion, is to be able to take an aspect of your character and explore it/redefine it/expand on it in a way that satisfies the story!!!!

I don't know how to end this post tbh, I just wanna say that asexuality is more than three subtypes and you're allowed to narrow in on certain parts of the spectrum for your character, regardless of how "well-known" that part you're focusing on might be.

[kacchanot-fucking-deal-with-this]

do you ever get so flustered from the scene you're actively writing in your own fanfic that you have to take a step back and fan your face for a minute to calm down

[aromantic-ghost-menace]

Being aromantic, specifically more on the romance averse end of the spectrum, and also very much into Slay the Princess sure is an experience.

[raptor-claw]

i wanna write the fluffy established relationship scenes in my fic so badly but i CAN’T CAUSE I’VE GOT THIRTY CHAPTERS OF FUCKING DIALOGUE AND PLOT TO GET THROUGH FIRST!!!

[wigglys-dikrats]

i really can’t emphasise enough how wonderful it is to receive a comment on a fic

even if it’s a simple ‘wow this was great’ or ‘good job!’, i light up

it’s really encouraging to see that what came out of my brain translated well and was received by someone who also enjoys the thing i wrote something about

keep leaving comments on fics, you’ve no idea what kind of impact you could make on someone esp if they’re struggling with the motivation to keep writing

[marigoldbaker]

do you mind if i write fanfic for your ocs? i just. really love them & have ideas.

this is such a sweet sentiment and i really appreciate it! posting this ask just in case anyone else has this question.

i am honestly not sure? i'm so crazy possessive over these guys to the extent where i feel like imagining someone who isn't me writing them (outside of like a small circle of people who have been receiving the Secret Fic Drafts And Things) is a little hard atm. i will say that this answer will likely change once i have posted more actual writing involving thea's daughters, but for right now as a blanket statement to all: if you would like to write fic about my ocs, obviously you're perfectly welcome to do that (as i believe fanfiction is an expression of love and engagement w the main text and can exist independently of whatever's happening with the og creators) but on a personal level i'm probably going to feel a little ??? about it because i do not yet feel like these girls are Fully Introduced To The World. i think that will definitely be different once i've started in on posting fics about them, but that's months (possibly even years) from now, so there's a lot of time btwn then and now if people wanna write fic lol.

this does not apply to the people who have read like 200k words of first-draft bg3 fic. it's like 3-4 people right now i think but if you were there for the first draft and read a solid amount of it i am going to lose my shit (extremely positive) in the event that you decide to write fic with my guys. i am not yet sure if it's a fic i wanna share because so much has changed since i finished it and it needs so many edits, but idk man! if anyone wants 200k words of bg3 fic AND is willing to read it that might be a longer conversation? unclear.

if you want to write fic and post it, because they are my ocs, please please please credit me somewhere in the fic itself just so that we as a society all know those girls are mine!

[fevers-and-emeto-oh-my]

my rage stems from the fact that people continue putting fandom wank, discourse, and anti/purity culture bullshit in the main tags. I don't follow the Leon Kennedy and Res Evil tags so I can read posts about how much you hate me for writing dead dove. "fandom wank" and "fandom discourse" exist as tags FOR A REASON

Also, not for nothing--dead dove content is in the canon of Resident Evil. So if you're anti-dead dove you're a hypocrite for being in the fandom and enjoying the source material. Just FYI.

[insomniac-djmm]

hey guys :)

Updates guys!! ^^

tw: for pet d3ath :( (words will be uncensored under the cut, please be warned)

Hey guys, so recently I lost two of my pets. I came home Sunday afternoon to find my kitten, Millie, dead in the yard. We think some sort of animal killed her. This morning, the bus driver ran over my German Shepherd, Bear. I think I cried all the way to school. My dad confirmed he was dead and said that we would be returning our pitbull, Mabel, to my brother this Saturday to prevent this sort of thing from happening again.

So, the point is, I’m going through a lot at the moment, and I’m just in mourning right now. This post, to be honest, is more of a vent than an update. But this is just to let you guys know that I’m gonna take some time to process this all before I get back into writing. Updates will take a while, and your patience is extremely appreciated. Thank you guys all so much for your support, especially on my Melissa Schemmenti headcanons. I’m so glad you all enjoyed them.

Another thing I wanted to add was that I will be refraining from accepting KinitoPET requests after I release my next KinitoPET work, which is being written at the moment. It’s not that I’ll never accept KinitoPET requests ever again, I’m just taking a break from it because I want to be known for more than my KinitoPET works. Once I start accepting those requests again, I will let you all know. Although at the moment, requests are closed entirely, but asks are welcome and encouraged.

Again, thank you all for your patience and your support. I love you all so much! Have a great day, you wonderful people <3

[speremint]

Do you have lore for your inquisitor that deviates from the assigned background that they automatically give you? I always love hearing about inquisitor backgrounds!

I do and it's because I am dramatic as shit, and I will ALWAYS cause issues for my characters if I can, ilysm, thank y'all for indulging me

A warning: i am very touch-and-go with DA lore much like its writers

So first of all I fuckin can't decide on a name for my Adaar, and honestly that might be fitting for her character in a way bc she has identity issues out her asshole. I'm stuck between the base "Hera"(yes I removed the h, idgaf) or Nyx, as those were both the names i used when I was doing my playthroughs.

She absolutely grew up in the Qun, and was likely to become a Tamassran once she reached the proper age, except her magic manifested while she was quite young (10). Unfortunately for Adaar, she's branded a Saarebas and quickly measured for a collar.

It was with the help and insistence of the Tamassran who raised her that she was able to escape Par Vollen and avoid the shackled and miserable servitude of a Saarebas. Hidden amidst a small group of fellow dissenters, this group of Tal Vashoth fled to Orlais and essentially became a "family" in the way a Qunari would understand it.

Her band merged with the Valo-kas mercenaries, and from there she was raised as a battle mage, favoring electricity and essentially powers that would be refined into those of a Knight-Enchanter once she became Inquisitor.

Adaar always believed magic should be free, as the barbaric practices of the Qun on mages is why she fled in the first place. She is, however, not ignorant, and fully aware of the dangers magic poses.

And maybe that's why she's in fact not ignorant, but fucking stupid as she revels in the protection and subsequent power her magic grants her and her band.

This post is getting long, so I apologize and am gonna wrap it up quickly since this is just a rundown backstory, but!!

Basically there is an accident during a mission that results in her murdering the ever living SHIT out of her not only every living soul in the encampment a-la-thunderbolts and lightning, but also unintentionally frying her own fellow mercenaries that had accompanied her, one of which being the senior Saarebas who had trained her growing up.

This event traumatizes her, and leads her to flee the scene in simultaneous shame and terror. She seeks out an encampment of Ben-Hassrath agents to essentially be "re-educated", claiming to be Vashoth and having seen the light.

She had only been a Saarebas for roughly 9 months before the Conclave. While Adaar didn't fully understand the nuances of the Qun, her desire to simply empty her mind and not think of the damage she had done helped. The Ben-Hassrath agents appreciated her obedience and her power, and she was tasked with helping to hunt down other Tal-Vashoth.

Then the events of the Conclave happened and her memories were lost, and the Anchor gained. Still, she couldn't quite bring herself to remove the Saarebas mask and collar for a reason she couldn't quite place. The Control rod, recovered from the ruins of the Temple of Sacred Ashes, is fashioned into the hilt of her Knight-Enchanter blade. A key that she refuses to use.

The Saarebas mask is simultaneously a prison of her old life, and a shield for her new life as the Herald of Andraste.

It's only after the attack on Haven that any of her Inner Circle truly sees her actual face, and that's as she's dying in the snow from frostbite.