#authors

[raincitygirl76]

I’m a Fandom Old who’s been reading fic on AO3 since 2010. I don’t think I’ve ever seen an author get upset when a reader gently points out a typo. Even if the author didn’t specifically ask for constructive criticism.

I’m sure it’s happened from time to time with the occasional touchy author, but I’ve never witnessed it. Not in 15 years.

not to be controversial bc I know this is like…not in line with shifting opinions on fanfic comment culture but if there’s a glaring typo in my work I will NOT be offended by pointing it out. if ao3 fucks up the formatting…I will also not be offended by having this pointed out…

‘looking forward to the next update’ and ‘I hope you update soon!’ are different vibes than a demand, and should be read in good faith because a reader is finding their way to tell you how much they love it. I will not be mad at this.

‘I don’t usually like this ship but this fic made me feel something’ is also incredibly high praise. I’m not going to get mad at this.

even ‘I love this fic but I’m curious about why you made [x] choice’ is just another way a reader is engaging in and putting thought into your work.

I just feel like a lot of authors take any comment that’s not perfectly articulated glowing praise in the exact manner they’re hoping to receive it in bad faith.

fic engagement has been dropping across the board over the last several years, and yes it’s frustrating but it isn’t as though I can’t see how it happens. comment anxiety can be a real thing. the last thing anyone wants to do is offend an author they love, and that means sometimes people default to silence.

idk where I’m going with this I guess aside from saying unless a comment is outright attacking me I’m never going to get mad at it, and I think a lot of authors should feel the same way. ESPECIALLY TYPOS PLZ GOD POINT OUT MY TYPOS.

[xoxorory]

You're Going to Make It Up to Me (Or Should I Remind You?)

Pairing: Percy Jackson x Daughter of Aphrodite!Reader + cabin councilor Genre: Humor | Fluff | +18 (light, suggestive) Word Count: ~3000 POV: Second person Warning: English si not my 1st lenguage lol

The week had been a mess. Between the jealousy fight in your cabin, the stolen makeup drama, and the existential crisis of a demigod who swore he was in love with a tree nymph (again), you hadn't had a second to breathe. Let alone see your boyfriend.

Yes. Your boyfriend. Percy Jackson, the one and only son of Poseidon, your personal merman with eyes greener than the Caribbean waters and a smile capable of disarming you faster than a celestial sword.

And you had neglected him.

A lot.

So much that right now, he was leaning against the door of Cabin 10, arms crossed, his wet shirt sticking to his chest (he'd probably just been swimming), and an eyebrow arched, screaming: "We need to talk, princess."

—"Hey, Percy..." —you said, knowing exactly which face to put on. Slightly parted lips, big eyes, that guilty puppy dog look. The full Aphrodite daughter combo.

It didn't work.

—"Hey? Is that all you have to say after a week without seeing me?" —his tone wasn't really annoyed. More like... playful. And that was even more dangerous.

—"I've been busy," —you replied, trying to slip past him, but he didn’t move.

—"Busy ignoring me, yes." —He leaned a little closer, his voice now lower—. "But don’t worry. I have ideas for you to make it up to me."

And there it was. That spark in his eyes. Mischievous. Provocative. Totally Percy.

—"Ideas?" —you asked, smiling with a mix of nervousness and anticipation.

—"Oh, yes. Several. But let's start simple. A date. Now."

—"Now? Percy, I have to help Lila find her lost gloss and then help Drew with—"

He grabbed your wrist, gentle but firm. That way you knew he wasn’t forcing you, but he definitely wasn’t going to let go until you gave in.

—"Drew can survive without you." —He winked—. "I can’t."

You huffed. Dramatically, of course.

—"Fine," —you said, letting him guide you—. "But only because you look really good wet."

—"Oh yeah?" —He smirked—. "Then get ready, because that's not the only thing that's going to be wet tonight."

You blushed, playfully hitting him on the arm.

—"Percy!"

—"What? Me? Innocent."

Liar. Liar with abs.

Twenty minutes later, you're sitting by the lake with Percy. He had brought food stolen from the mess hall (because, according to him, "a date is a date"), and you had given in faster than you'd like to admit.

The moon reflected on the water, and the vibe was definitely "this is going to end with someone soaked."

—"You know?" —you say while biting a grape—. "You make me feel guilty for neglecting you."

—"That's because you should feel guilty." —He pretended to be offended—. "Your boyfriend, incredible, handsome, world-saver, abandoned. Like a merman on the sand."

—"Gods, you're dramatic."

—"You put me with kids from Apollo, and I get their theatrical tendencies."

—"What if I make it up to you with a kiss?" —you ask, leaning in a bit.

—"One? That barely covers Monday."

You smile and kiss him.

Slowly.

Intentionally.

His lips are soft, but the kiss isn’t. His hands go to your waist, and before you know it, you're sitting on his lap. When he pulls away, he has that half-lost, half-fired-up look that you love.

—"Okay. That covers Monday and Tuesday. But there are still five days left."

—"Five? Weren’t there only three?"

—"I multiply by emotional intensity."

—"You’re making up rules."

—"I’m a demigod. That’s what we do."

You laugh, and before you can respond, Percy leans in and kisses your neck. Not a chaste kiss. A slow, deliberate one. And your body reacts instantly.

—"Percy..." —you whisper, but even you aren't convinced that you want to stop him.

—"Sshh" —he says against your skin—. "I told you I had ideas."

His hand slides up under your shirt, caressing your back. His fingers are cold, as if they still have remnants of lake water, and the contrast with your warm skin makes you shiver.

Your lips meet again, and this time, there’s no subtlety. Your hands tangle in his wet hair as he pulls you closer, as if trying to merge with you.

The idea doesn't disgust you.

Not at all.

But you're at camp.

Outdoors.

—"Percy... we're in public."

—"Behind the biggest tree by the lake. No one comes here at this hour."

—"You’re a mess."

—"And you love me."

And of course, you did.

How could you not love someone who knew all your weak spots... and used them to make you laugh, sigh, and curse at the same time?

—"One more minute," —you murmur, resting your forehead on his shoulder.

—"All the time you want, princess."

The next day, you return to your cabin with your hair a mess, marks on your neck (thank the gods, they’re discreet), and a stupid grin that Drew doesn’t take long to notice.

—"You went to 'check inventory' with Percy, didn’t you?"

—"I have no idea what you’re talking about."

—"You have the same look on your face as when your first Chanel gloss arrived."

You smile, biting your lip.

—"Maybe... I was just making up for a lost week."

—"Oh, honey," —Drew says with a wink—. "Judging by your face, he made it up to you too."

And yes.

He did.

With interest.

Not my best work to be honest,but i really wanted to post it

[dreamspiritsblog]

"Crawl inside this body, find me where I am most ruined, love me there."

— Rune Lazuli

[esuemmanuel]

Your breath carries my name.

Tu aliento lleva mi nombre.

[theaftersundown]

Rest in Peace, L.J. Smith - Thank you so much for these entertaining and amazing characters and the universe you worked hard on to share to the world. Your legacy will live on. Thank you for everything, truly.

[kaktusmel]

Perhaps I will finish the full -fledged pictures later

[schmedterlingfreud]

Writing at the same time different stories of the same familiar saga is so strange and exciting. One week, you're writing and posting about the Blorbo being conceived and just starting to move in his mother's belly; the next week, you're writing about him merrily fucking his boyfriend. ... God, I love being a fanfic writer.

[petrichor-galore]

Oddly enough, I do that in the book I wrote. The reader learns several things early on only for the true nature of things to be revealed later.

The main thing being magic. The mages/wizards of this world believe that magic is an energy source within them that must be dominated in order to use it. It’s a painful process of forcing the flow of magic into a different direction to make it do what you want. I even show a magic school teaching this method as the only way. But slowly over the next few chapters I dismantle concepts of magic the people of the world believe until it gets to the reveal of what magic truly is and how the world has been using it wrong all this time.

I would love to see a fantasy novel where the lore that the reader / protagonist learns at first is not true

[charbroiledchicken]

if it's good enough for you, then it deserves to be made. don't let anyone else decide if your story is worth it or not.

[waywardsou2]

Some idiot: "Why are you reading your own fic, that's shallow and stupid"

All fanfic writers and writers everywhere: "Who the fuck do you think I wrote it for?!"

[melloncolliegalaxies]

[analemma]

Wow those tags are fucking depressing!

Anyway, some recent Black women author reads from me are the new Nnedi Okorafor, a book by Heidi Durrow I didn't love, the Alexis Pauline Gumbs book about marine mammals which is life changing, and several books of poetry from Morgan Parker, which I can't recommend highly enough-- especially "there are more beautiful things than Beyonce"

hello fellow non-Black tumblr users. welcome to my saw trap. if you'd like to leave, please name one (1) Black woman author who is not Maya Angelou, Toni Morrison, bell hooks, Octavia Butler, or N.K. Jemisin. bonus points if she's published a book in the last five years.

[psalmieee]

Writers when it's time to write the story no one forced them to come up with in the first place 🙄

[xoxorory]

Vows, Vows, and a Wedding Plans with Percy Jackson

Pairing: Percy Jackson x Daughter of Aphrodite!Reader Genre: Humor | Fluff | Word Count: ~1.8K Warning: English si not my 1st lenguage lol Requested by: @simpingmyassoff

It had been a long time since Percy and I started our relationship. Four years together, almost five. Sometimes it felt like everything was a dream, as if the world was brighter when we were together. Him, with his carefree attitude, and me, always lost in my thoughts, but with one certainty: Percy Jackson would be my future. And no, I wasn't exaggerating.

"Babe, what are you doing?" Percy asked, looking at me from the door of the cabin.

"Nothing," I quickly replied, covering the notebook where I had been planning every detail of our wedding. I knew he would never take me seriously if he saw it.

"Sure," he responded, knowing something was up. He came closer and sat down beside me. "Can I see what you're writing?"

I sighed. There was no turning back now. We had already talked about getting married young, and of course, we had so many ideas in mind. It wasn't crazy considering what we were: demigods, with such uncertain lives that we thought the best thing was not to waste time.

"The thing is..." I started, looking at the notebook I had already started filling with drawings, colors, and details. "I've got the whole wedding planned."

Percy looked at me curiously, narrowing his eyes.

"Everything?"

"Yes, everything. What I want is for it to be on the beach," I said, getting excited. "It's perfect, don't you think? A small wooden bridge, like those that go over the water, so the dress doesn't touch the sand. In light blue and white. And a wedding cake with those colors, light blue and white, with pink details."

Percy stared at me in silence for a moment, then let out a low laugh, as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"Are you serious?" he asked, smiling as always.

"Yes," I replied without hesitation. "The vows, Percy. The ceremony. And the speech... well, I want your mom and my mom to give it."

Percy looked at me a little confused, and I saw his eyebrow raise. Sometimes I forgot how inexperienced he was with these things.

"Sally and... and my mom?" Percy seemed even more puzzled.

"Of course," I said, rolling my eyes. "Aphrodite has her... ways. And Sally has to be part of this, she's your mom! Besides, who better to talk about love than the two of them?"

Percy leaned back, propping his arms on the sand. "You surprise me, you know? I didn’t imagine you had all this in mind."

"Oh, Percy," I said, looking at the sea. "It’s just that it’s something I can’t get out of my head. I’ve been thinking about this since we were fourteen. I always knew we’d be something bigger than anything else in this camp."

Percy looked at me with tenderness, as if all of this made more sense than I realized.

"You know... I don’t care about the cake’s color or what the dress is like," he said, standing up to come closer. "All I want is for you to be my wife. I don’t care if it’s on the beach, in the activity room, or even underwater."

I laughed, feeling my heart race. He always said things with such confidence that sometimes it scared me. It was so natural for him, like there was no challenge in our relationship.

"You’re a mess," I said, touching his cheek.

"I know. That’s why I fell in love with you."

Percy grinned from ear to ear. Then he leaned toward me, taking my face in his hands with that intensity that left me breathless.

"I love you," he whispered, his eyes reflecting a promise that was deeper than any words.

I felt a little embarrassed by how sudden the moment was, but I didn’t pull away. I leaned in to kiss him softly.

"And I love you," I replied, never breaking eye contact.

We were ready to face whatever came our way. We knew what we wanted, and although the demigod life made it difficult, we would face it together.

Percy laughed between kisses and pulled back a little to look at me.

"What I want is for all of this to be real. And if that beach wedding with the pink cake becomes a reality, I don’t care."

I gave him a little shove, laughing.

"Wait, and you haven’t thought about your vows? What would you say, Percy Jackson?"

His face lit up with a conspiratorial expression.

"I’ve got it figured out," he said, his eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint. "I promise I’ll always be with you, even when the sea is about to swallow us. And I promise nothing will separate us, not even the roughest waters."

"That’s not a very romantic vow, huh?" I said, laughing.

"It’s what I’ve got," he said, winking. "Does it work for you?"

I just nodded, feeling that my future with him would be everything I had dreamed of and more.

And even though our life was chaotic and dangerous, we knew that anywhere, under any sky or by the sea, the only place we really wanted to be was together.

And with that, the future became a lot brighter.

[dreamspiritsblog]

"Do you understand ? Do you truly understand what it takes to be a writer ? the realization of what it means to be truly alive."

— sleepless nights