#as much as. I don’t like rereading my fics

[tennessoui]

Hey Kit! Because you have so many AUs, do you ever have to go back and reread and remember what you’ve written or what the au is about when someone has an ask? I don’t know how you keep up with all of your work it’s incredible!

actually I usually don’t!! I think there was only one time I couldn’t figure out what fic someone was referencing and it turns out it was canon 🙈

I’m bad at remembering smaller background details like if obiwan has a beard or if he has long hair or if anakin is blond or brunet or if qui-gon is dead—especially in AUs where things like that are all subject to change

But I could probably name each of their jobs if you give me the au or fic without looking it up + the fic if you give me a passage from it

….just don’t ask me to find the specific au or post on my blog 🫣

[nonsensicalpineapple]

Inspired by @kippipies Fic “A Light That Never Goes Out” on Ao3

I just couldn’t stop thinking about what would be done with the picture taken lol — idk if it’s bad that I made smth that hasn’t technically happened yet though but if it is then I’ll take it down because I’m in no way like, trying to say what they should do or anything.

I just love LOVE L O V E E E the Fic and COULDN’T stop thinking about it — which I already said, but it bears repeating.

I love mafia AUs sm 😭😭

Anyways yeah their Fic is soooo cool and you should read it if you haven’t and if you have you should read it again!!!

The drawings in color below!

And I didn’t actually know what Harry was wearing in the scene in my initial drawing when I drew a suit and then I was like wait he wasn’t wearing a suit anyways I drew two alternatives ig lol

[stiffyck]

Boatem circus au on the mind but I got no energy to actually draw anything properly

Bonus scarian under the cut

[wacky-nameless-inventor-24]

they should’ve kissed.

[reflectionsofgalaxies]

Okay Yellowjackets fanfic readers, I need input. Should I read you stay with the earth?

It last updated in 2022 so my assumption is that it will never be completed which usually is an automatic no from me (falling in love with a never-to-be-finished fic is it’s own kind of heartbreak) BUT it has an insane number of kudos for a JackieShauna fic and I’ve heard it spoken about highly.

So. Should I?

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

oughhhhhhhhh i’m reading the knight!sugu fic again……………………………. maybe . i’ve already hit my peak

[sinnbaddie]

I think one of my biggest gripes with how Gai is portrayed in fics that I’ve read is his dialogue.

Sometimes it’s super spot on, but most I’ve seen it’s dialogue that Rock Lee would use. Yes they are both dramatic and use flowery language but Gai is not as polite nor literal as Lee

[im-still-watching-anime]

haha as a fic writer i’m obviously very familiar with my own works it’s not like i have to go and look them up to remember the titles of my own fics *sweats*

[simcardiac-arrested]

Go go go cutscene cutscene cutscene!!!

been thinking about one of my favorite undertale fics lately, it’s like. the best undertale fic to me if not the best fic on ao3 period. i liek it so much. it’s the scientist series by talkingsoup and i will Never stop talking about like i Know i have mentioned it before but i am physically incapable of shutting up about it. it’s so good. i once tried to get my best friend to read it even though she doesn’t know english but i tried to convince her to read it with google translate (it didn’t last long but it was worth the effort). it’s So Good. i discovered it in like 2018 or 2019 and have reread it at least two times since it’s just like AUEHGGHHH. gaster’s downfall and then him haunting the narrative … the exploration of sans’ backstory …… the characterizations ………. it’s all very well written and also very dark and traumatic. They make Shit happen to these characters. but it gets better. i think ? i have never finished the series because iirc it only finished around a year ago and i haven’t reread it since. but i am Thinking about it. it’ll probably take me months because 1. i have to come to terms with the fact that one of my favorite stories will be Finished(tm) 2. i have to hype myself up to reread it because it’s a very long series with like 400k words or something AND the second installment is verrrry dark and heavy considering it explores the whole reset bullshit and flowey is putting sans through 29263937 meatgrinders

[babysoftboyking]

snippet of a wlw samdean fic i don’t think i’m ever going to finish

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sam’s head turns and then she looks down at where she’s seated, her nose scrunching up like she’s thinking about complaining about the filthiness of the environment (even though they’ve fucked in places filthier than this by a landslide) but deanna shuts her up with a kiss, devouring her whole, trying to cram all of that love and devotion she holds for her down her throat with her tongue. deanna places her hands on either side of sam, pulling back to stare into her eyes and admire her features. it’s not often sam let’s her openly ogle like this and get away with it, so deanna treasures each gas station memory, bottling them all up for when they’re eventually back on the road and sam gets cagey again, doesn’t wanna be touched for more than a few seconds max, something that will either range from two weeks to two months.

sam stares back at her and it makes dean feel vulnerable in a way nobody else ever has, flayed wide open until she’s paper thin and see through, pinned under the scrutiny of her sister’s watchful gaze. sam sees it all; all the filthy, griddy shit she keeps buried deep inside, usually hidden under lock and key but sam knows. has known how to jimmy a lock since she was eleven, and the worst part is she doesn’t even need to pick this one, it just opens right up real easy for her every damn time. dean’s never been so easy for anybody else, so damned predictable and pliant, and it kind of scares her, but she thinks it should also scare her a lot more than it already does, the kind of flippant power sam holds over her with a bat of her eyelashes and a well placed please.

her sister holds a lock and key to all of her secrets, but she’s not so sure she holds the key to all of sam’s, not anymore. there’s a hardness there where there wasn’t before, prepubescent starry eyed sweetness melting away into an impenetrable fortress of bitchitude that requires some secret, matrix level passcode dean doesn’t have anymore just to have a fraction of a decent conversation.

sam’s getting harder and harder to decipher these days, and dean’s not stupid, she’s noticed something brewing for a while; fights with dad have been at an all time high, not to mention sam’s been so on edge lately that dean can barely say hello most mornings without getting hissed at— and she knows sam doesn’t mean it, can see that awful look of regret in her eyes afterwards once they’ve stopped yelling over each other, but neither one of them knows how to stop and ask, dean least of all. so, in situations like these, it’s either fight or fuck, and at this point the fighting is almost like foreplay.

they haven’t fought this time though, just gentle hands and hushed laughter, and that almost hurts more than the bruise sam left on her cheek a few days ago from a sparring match that quickly turned heated.

dean’s brought back to the present by sam cupping her cheek, the look on her face reverent and open, like dean is the most fascinating thing in the world to her as she drags her thumb slowly across her cheek, pressing down ever so slightly once she reaches the purpled mark, the dull ache throbbing intensely under the pressure. it’s a harsh reminder that the serenity they’ve found here in this little rest stop can’t last forever, eventually that feeling will fade too, just like the bruise and the pleasure pull pain of it— nothing stays forever.

((nothing will ever compare, not to this, not to sam.))

dean thinks, maybe that thought holds more weight now more than ever, the feeling of her little sister growing more and more distant, slipping out of her fingers like sand through an hourglass—the fear that one day she’ll wake up and sam won’t be right there next to her— thoughts like those send a spike of gut wrenching anxiety through her chest, tightening around her throat like barbed wire until she has to take two deep breaths just to breathe. she knows sam sees it but doesn’t say anything, hand resting soothingly against her cheek while she waits for dean to regain her footing. once she comes back to herself dean’s grip around sam’s waist tightens unconsciously, hard enough to hurt, and she huffs, a ghost of a laugh before she bats sam’s hand away from her cheek.

sam’s still just silently staring at her, eyes all narrowed the way they get when she’s thinking real hard, so to break the tension dean says, “that hurt, you dick.” but it doesn’t come out quite right like she meant it to, bravado lost and replaced with the impending dread of heartache. from where, dean doesn’t know, but she’s had feelings like this before. she knows that whatever it is, it’s inevitable, an unpreventable force, and she hates it. it’s kind of like how dogs can sense when a storm is silently brewing just by the subtle changes in the air— it’s this horrible, uneasy feeling that weighs on her chest and clogs up her throat, because she knows the storm is going to hit eventually cause the clouds have been kind of gray lately, but she just doesn’t know when or where or how the other shoe is gonna drop and it’s fucking awful. so, so fucking awful not knowing.

sam sighs and finally says, “how many stds do you think we’re gonna get, excluding the ones you already have, if we take our clothes off in here?”

dean snorts, thankful for the derailment, and says, “first of all, fuck you, and second of all, how about we find out?” she waggles her eyebrows, fingers prying gently at the corners of sam’s shirt, no protest made as the teasing caress of her hands explore the expanse of her sister’s beautiful skin, groping and squeezing, but before long tender featherlight touches turn rough, dirt encrusted fingernails digging crescent shaped imprints in to the soft sides of her baby. a carnal need for more gradually surges up from deep within; the intimacy and vulnerability of it all makes dean feel violent, crazed, an urgent need to bite, to claim—she inevitably caves, sliding Sam's shirt up and off of her, tossed haphazardly somewhere behind them on the dirty bathroom floor. sam grumbles slightly, but it doesn’t really matter, they have to stop by the laundromat later anyways. skin exposed, dean bites into the expanse between neck and shoulder, body draped over sam’s as she sucks deep purple welts into her flesh, bites so deeply it stings; she laps up sam’s sweat, the salty taste of her like holy water as she leaves the grooves of her teeth imprinted there, where she belongs. she wishes she could draw blood, sometimes. she wonders if sam would ever let her, if she’d even care.

[letstrywritingmaybe]

I don’t believe in deleting fics, cause I know how it feels when I go back and look for a specific fic by a beloved author to find that it’s gone. But man some times I think about rewriting and changing my old works, cause I like to think I got a little better at this writing thing. Specifically the memory loss fic, that one haunts me all the time, I had no idea what I was doing it was more let’s just finally finish this so I don’t have to worry about it anymore (and here I am still worrying about it). Look I know it’s over done, but there’s just so many things you could do with losing your memory (and how devastating it was but I’m a fluff lover so we don’t do that here… although… just had a sad idea that will not help my case in not being a Ran hater *sigh I hate the canon ship not her okay) It’s probably why I was so fixated on Lo Lo Love Me, and a counter part that I may never write. Point is, I think about writing/fixing the memory loss fic, but make it Shiho this time, but only because I hate seeing my queen suffer. I always say I hate angst, and I do, but thinking about how alone Shinichi was despite growing up in far better conditions than Shiho to now being alone again cause the only other person who knew all about his time as Conan and experienced it with him forgets it all? You can only repress yourself for so long, losing your partner, losing a part of yourself changes a person.

[dappledpaintbrush]

i would give anything to rewrite ajl gooooood

[crybaby-bkg]

why every time I get an angsty yandere idea it always applies to gojo the best :(((

[kuiinncedes]

c:

[maddie-grove]

I was reading over some old comments on fanfiction.net (circa 2008-2012, for both my own stories and those of others) and, man, people used to be…ruder? For lack of a better word? Not so much in the sense of telling the author that they or their writing sucked, but in the sense that they’d be really blunt about not liking one of the background pairings or not caring about a plot element or hating a character that the author was presenting in a positive/neutral way.

[always-andromeda]

Controversial take. But based on my experiences, out of every fandom I’ve written for, the TLOU fandom is the absolute BEST about actually reblogging fics. 🤷🏻‍♀️