#co - writing

[pythoness94]

I fucking love my co-writer guys. They're the person that started the fic and I jumped on later but they're so far checked out from my writing it's funny. I'll be like "What if I have Murray trip out on hallucinogenics?" And the only feedback I'll get is "👍" like they just want to see me burn the world down and I stand for it.

[klinefelterrible]

@k-kizkhalifa had an idea to write a drarry au where Harry and Draco are hitmen / hitwizards so I offered my thoughts on that idea. This one is for you, Kiz.

Let’s set the scene: Harry, wearing black wizard robe on a Muggle spec ops uniform, is seen walking down a hall in some posh Muggle manor. His boots make no sound at all, his wand in his hand enlightens the hall. Right to his right there is Draco Malfoy, his long white hair freely flowing down his shoulders, his eyes in a black, rather hot makeup. He walks the same hall making so much noise as his very high heeled boots squeak and clack. He wears a tight black spandex overalls and holds a Sig Sauer P226 with a silencer, his nails rather long and shiny black. They move together towards the broken terrace window to see the victim.

Harry: how many times have I asked you why would you stick to this Muggle gun that you use wrongly?

Draco: *holding a gun with a silencer* I know exactly how to use it, thank you very much

Harry: it has a silencer

Harry: for making it all silent

Draco: it’s not my fault he heard us!

Harry: it is your fault he heard us, you’re wearing high heels again!

Draco: THAT IS NOT THE POINT HERE

Harry: OH YEAH? THEN TELL ME WHAT IS?!

Draco: we were supposed to shoot him and he felt from the balcony window

Harry: he ran there because he heard you!

Draco: why didn’t you petrify him?

Harry: I couldn-

Harry: let’s drop it, we both make mistakes

Draco: at least you can admit it

Harry: honey, just put a whole magazine into him and let’s get outta here

Draco: what about this garden sculpture of an old man with a pitchfork that sticks from his back?

Harry: that’s Poseidon, god of oceans

Harry: shoot him ten times in the face and noone will notice the trident

Draco: *shooting the dead guy’s face* the what?

Harry: the trident

Draco: huh?

Harry: *rolls eyes* the pitchfork

Draco: oh, yes, this

Draco: *resumes shooting the dead guy’s head*

Harry: now let’s get outta here

Draco: not so fast, Potter

Harry: what now

Draco: I AM IN HEELS IN CASE YOU HAVEN’T NOTICED

Harry: I told you that this is not a good way to dress if we wanna be wizard hitmen

Draco: we look like a weirdo and a sweet little girl

Harry: I don’t look like a sweet little girl

Draco: you’re an ass, Potter

Harry: now come on! I think cops will be here any minute

Draco: how come we cannot obliviate them?

Harry: it’s impolite

Draco: and killing and shooting people is polite?

Harry: I DO NOT MAKE THE RULES!

Harry: are you coming or not

Draco: I’m doing the best I can in these heels

Harry: you’re looking great, by the way

Draco: I know

Harry: I’m driving

Draco: I am literally sitting in the passenger seat

Harry: good

Harry: you know your place

Harry: like a good girl

Draco: I can’t decide if I hate you now hard enough to smack you

Harry: do you love me enough to kiss my dick?

Draco: I will bite you

Harry: OH SHIT THE COPS!

Policeman: license and registration please

Policeman: what are you doing here?

Draco: what is it with police officers that every time my husband and I want to go to the woods and have a little suckie-dickie, you guys stop us?

Policeman: huh

Harry: please don’t mind my husband, he gets a little frustrated with fuel prices and his job and this is how we

Policeman: oh just drive away

Policeman: this is a posh neighbourhood, a dog barks louder and they call us

Policeman: I’m sorry ma’am, sir, sir, I mean… yeah

Policeman: just please don’t stop here anymore as these people are crazy

Policeman: try Denton woods, it’s a common spot for people who want a quiet place to… uh, you know

Policeman: *wink wink* a quiet place

Harry: thank you, officer!

Draco: whew

Harry: that was close

Draco: I almost got excited

Harry: well

Draco: don’t push it and drive us to Denton Woods

Harry: yes ma’am

[feelingthedisaster]

dont you ever write a scene and are like how am i ever going to top that?

[vivianleighwishesshewasme]

Unexplored opportunity in Peaky Blinders.

I really don't understand how or why they didn't play on more of the Chinese opium power in peaky blinders. So my brain decided that instead of Gina Gray, Tommy would marry Michael to Brilliant Changs sister Mei (OC) to keep an eye on him while he's closer to home. Tommy not realizing how brilliant, cold and calculating the little china doll is.

I however am not comfortable writing Michael....so any takers on writing with me?

[driftwoodmfb]

@mushroomfusion245 and I wrote a short White Hair Noir AU story Noir belongs to @desultory-novice Heehee, more Noir propaganda for @kirbyoctournament

Context: This most likely deviates from the AU somewhat. This takes place in Dream Land 3; Noir is still on his own, but this is after Adeleine/Dark Matter Painter sacrificed herself for him. This takes place instead of the Ado fight from canon kdl3

Kirby smiled as he held the last heart star he and Gooey obtained in Cloudy Park. He looked out onto the horizon, and just in the distance, he could spot Iceberg in the distance. He had the biggest grin on his face as he beckoned Gooey to take a look at the view. Gooey bounced over, holding his parasol in his tongue. Though he almost dropped it at the sight.

Once they were able to make their way down the mountains from the cloud they were on, a cold sea would stand before the two, and Dedede’s castle was just a speck in the distance.

The two weren’t able to dawdle on the view for long, however, as a large figure dropped down from above, looming over the two of them.

“Wh-Who are you?” A human boy with snow white hair and soft purple eyes stood in front of them. He cautiously approached the pair. 

“Hai!” Kirby energetically waved. “Didn’t know someone lived up here!” 

“I don’t-” He shook his head with a sigh. A rainbow sword flew into his hand and he pointed it at Kirby. “What are you doing here? Who are you?”

“I’m Kirby!” Kirby grabbed the boy’s free hand and furiously shook it. “What’s your name?”

Kirby’s enthusiasm hit a soft spot. “... Noir.” He lowered his blade. “They don’t seem to be hostile…” Noir crouched down to Gooey’s level. A small, strained smile crossed his lips. “And what is your name?” He placed his hand on Gooey’s head, only to recoil backwards. He quickly got to his feet, sword flying to his side.

“Noir?” Kirby reached his hand towards him.

“STAY BACK!” He was visibly shaking. “You- you- you-! Dark matter…”

“Wh-what?! Gooey’s not like that!” Kirby bubbly explained.

“Liar…” Noir growled. “If dark matter could be good, then Adeleine… It’s your fault (it’s my fault). Why did you have to take her? (Why did I give her that stupid brush!?)”

Gooey cowered behind his parasol; a look of shame crossing his face.

“We don’t need to fight.” Kirby mumbled. He smiled wearily while looking at Noir. “We can just tal-”

“SHUT UP!”

Kirby’s eyes went wide seeing the sword pointed directly at him. “Is that…?” Kirby stepped closer. “Noir-”

“NO! I won’t let you dark matter… monsters leave this spot alive! I won’t…” Tears welled up in his eyes. “I won’t let you kill anyone else.”

“B-But your sword!” Kirby pleaded.

A dark smog covered his sword, masking all the light and color from it, and the clouds around the three of them turned gray.

Noir didn’t hesitate; his sword flew in the air and launched at Gooey. Kirby chucked a cutter blade, intercepting the blade. Kirby glanced at Gooey, not wanting to take his eyes off his opponent for too long. “Is it too late to reason with him?”

Gooey nodded, seemingly answering Kirby’s thought. He readied his parasol.

Looks like they weren’t doing this the easy way…

Noir raised his hand out, and the sword flew through the air like a hawk, dashing and swerving past the two of them, While Gooey was able to guard another shot with his parasol, Kirby used the opening to try and throw his cutter blade at Noir, only for the sword to come in and block the shot.

Kirby rubbed his head once the blade came back to him. Once the sword was coming towards him this time, he jumped out of the way. He threw another cutter blade behind himself, letting it barrel towards Noir on the return trip.

Noir just barely dodged out of the way, only to get smacked in the back multiple times by Gooey’s parasol.

“Get off of me!” Noir yelled, kicking Gooey off of him. Gooey was knocked back, and Kirby rushed to his side, throwing another cutter blade at Noir.

The sword knocked the blade into the ground this time. Noir loomed over the two of them, the blade raised into the air, but he stopped upon seeing their helpless faces. “Adeleine…”

Gooey tried to reach out to Noir, accidentally snapping him out of it. 

Noir smacked Gooey away and grabbed his sword. “I won’t… give in.”

Kirby gazed at the sword with worry.

“Stop. Stop looking at me like that!”

Noir slashed at Kirby, but Gooey guarded him. Kirby dashed and grabbed his knocked away blade, throwing it back at Noir.

Noir knocked it back with more power than before, and Gooey smacked him across the head. “I’ve had enough of you.” He pierced the parasol and threw it to the ground.

“Gooey!” Before Kirby could react, Noir sliced at Gooey.

Kirby ran up behind Noir and hit him straight on with the cutter. 

“Ack-!” Noir stumbled, holding his arm. “Having two of you is really annoying…” 

Kirby stood in front of Gooey, on guard. “Gooey.” He whispered. “Head to Iceberg, I’ll catch up with you.”

Gooey furiously shook his head. “No! I can still help!”

While Kirby’s guard was down, Noir dashed to Kirby and hit him hard, causing Kirby’s copy ability to fall and break.

Kirby’s eyes furrowed. “I can’t hold back, or Gooey and I will…”

Noir prepared for another strike, but Kirby dodged. The impact of the sword hitting the ground formed stars that Kirby inhaled and shot back at Noir. “Ow, how?”

Gooey wrapped his tongue around the sword, trying to pry it out of Noir’s hands. Noir squirmed in an attempt to shake Gooey off, visibly avoiding touching him with his hands. Kirby reached for the sword too, but grabbed one of Noir’s gloves, pulling it off. 

Noir froze as a purple, monstrous hand was revealed. Noir’s sword took advantage of this weakness, covering him in a dark fog. Gooey jolted and pulled Kirby away from Noir. Before Kirby could question Gooey, it became clear.

Noir’s shadowy form was cloaked with a cape. A visor was hastily wrapped around his eyes which now had a glazed over look. He was still human shaped, but dark matter was forming all over his body. Shadowy blades formed and shot at Kirby and Gooey.

Gooey grabbed one of the swords while Kirby inhaled three of them to shoot back Noir. 

He didn’t even try to dodge, even when Gooey followed up, slicing him with his own manifestation. His arm raised like a marionette and grabbed Gooey. 

Gooey looked at Noir. “You’re… actually a good person. I know that.” 

“No…” Noir was barely audible. “I’m not.” He doesn’t seem conscious.

Kirby grabbed the broken parasol and whacked the sword out of Noir’s hand. He whacked the sword one more time for good measure.

The dark matter disputed, returning Noir to his original form. He slumped to his knees, tears falling as he clutched his chest. “Whatever you want to do to me, dark matter spawn… just do it. I’ve already failed at everything else in my life…”

“Noir…” Kirby peeped.

Gooey approached Noir carefully, who was gritting his teeth anticipating whatever Gooey was about to do. Gooey held his tongue high to reach Noir’s face and… lightly licked his cheek like a dog, getting the tears off of his face.

“What?”

“That’s just how he says hello.” Kirby beamed.

Noir hesitantly picked Gooey up and put him at his side. “You… really aren’t like most dark matter, are you? What even are you?”

Gooey rolled lightly in confusion. “I dunno.”

Kirby came to the other side of Noir, hugging him as best he could. “You’ve been through a lot, haven’t you?”

“It’s a long story, you wouldn’t want to hear it.” Noir scoffed.

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.” Kirby told him.

Noir merely smirked at the two in response. “Thanks for that. Maybe I can tell you some other time.” He looked over towards Iceberg, at the spot where Kirby and Gooey were enjoying the view earlier. “You two should get going. I’ve wasted enough of your time.”

“You didn’t waste any time!” Kirby said. “You needed help, just like everyone else we’ve met here!”

“If that’s the case, then you did a pretty good job. I’ll see you when you get rid of dark matter once and for all, okay?”

Gooey nodded, and Kirby waved goodbye as they went their separate ways. “Alright, take care now! Don’t be a stranger!”

With a new friend behind them, Kirby and Gooey continued on their adventure.

(PS: Dess, could we post this on AO3? We will of course credit you for the AU)

[lnuns]

My OCs à la Zutara

Or ya know, have an AU Zutara if you'd rather 🤷🏼‍♀️

@zutaraweek

[celticwolf55]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Wednesday (TV 2022) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Wednesday Addams/Enid Sinclair, Wednesday Addams & Enid Sinclair, Divina/Yoko Tanaka, Wednesday Addams & Eugene Ottinger, Enid Sinclair & Yoko Tanaka Characters: Wednesday Addams, Enid Sinclair, Yoko Tanaka, Divina (Wednesday), Eugene Ottinger, Bianca Barclay Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Support Werewolf, Feral Enid Sinclair, Wednesday Addams is Soft for Enid Sinclair, Wednesday Addams is Bad at Feelings, Wednesday Addams Needs A Hug, Enid Sinclair Needs a Hug, Enid Sinclair is Soft for Wednesday Addams, Canon-Typical Violence, Slow Burn, Protective Wednesday Addams, Panic Attacks, Yoko Tanaka is a Little Shit, Wednesday Addams Has PTSD, Protective Enid Sinclair Summary:

If she thought wolfing out would solve her problems, Enid couldn’t have been more wrong.

But coming back to Nevermore means she can get space from the pack she can never seem to be normal enough for.

It also means she can live with her spooky roommate once again, who she’s missed dearly. Not that she’s at all focused on that.

Meanwhile Wednesday has decided to return to Nevermore, looking like she never left the night that nearly killed them both.

If she is going to be stuck here mentally, she may as well be here physically. It’s certainly got nothing to do with needing to be sure a certain blonde wolf remains safe.

For one it’s an escape. For the other, a place she’s unable to leave.

[rowinablx]

Co written with @axelwolf8109

Derek was abducted by Kate Argent only days after he was born and adopted by Chris and Victoria, only for them to be forced to return to Beacon Hills.

A canon rewrite of the series where Derek is raised as an Argent

[katenoteight]

Am such a lazy bint sometimes... little behind on keeping you posted over here... Already on chapter 6 thanks to @hpfanted14 who keeps track and order of this monster fic 😅🤣

Hope you all enjoy - give it some love if you like it! Cheers!

[lightthewaybackhome]

Imaginary conversation with my co-wrier, @alana-k-asby, that she's just now hearing about:

Her: Let's write a fun, magical, action-adventure story.

Me: Yay action-adventure!

Her: No horror.

Me: That's fine! Yay Action-advent—oops.

Her: Oops?

Me: I just murdered someone.

Her: That's fine. That's fine. Just no Horror.

Me: Oops again.

Her: 😐 again?

Me: I just killed off someone in the most horrific way I could think of and it made me kinda sick to my stomach which means it was really good.

Her: ..... what am I going to do with you?

Me: 🤷‍♀️

[sugwrpwzz]

I’m thinking about starting a ramshackle classification au (age Regression) and I need help if anyone wants to do write. It will be on Ao3, Wattpad and maybe tumblr?comment if you wanna help.

Gang I need help 😭

[lua-z]

Snipped of Jinx/OC fanfic I just started working on its called LIBERDADE

The Last Drop held a familiar essence, despite being the first time she has ever been inside. She supposed all bars did. The nauseating smell of alcohol, the inconveniently loud atmosphere, even the insufferable grotesque people that surrounded her, those were all things she was accustomed to. She sipped the drink she had resting on the counter, ignoring the conspicuous gaze she felt on her back. The burning sensation in her throat was welcomed with a contented hum and an unrushed bat of her eyelids.

She kept the glass in hand as she sensed the air shift. A chair scraped the floor directly beside her, someone uncaringly sitting on it as it swayed harshly. “Hey, toots. I’ve never seen you around before.” The cheery voice coerced her to glance toward the source; a blue haired girl around her own age. “What’s brought you here?”

Turning to fully facing the girl, she noticed her unbelievably lengthy braids. A brief flash of recognition flared her mind. She has been warned to steer clear of this individual; Jinx. The name itself was a warning. She understood the connotations within it; curse, spell, plague, hex, bad luck. A person with the name was surely expected to ruin everything in their lives, something she herself could empathize with.

She smiled before meeting Jinx’s wary azure eyes with her own. “You’re right, I’m not.” She affirmed the girl calmly. She knew the Lanes fairly well, having visited many times but Jinx was right; it wasn’t her home. She didn’t even recognise a place that could carry such a title. “I came to live with my sister a few weeks ago. She works here, you know.” At that, Jinx's expression flickered to a look of bewilderment. “I wanted to pay her a surprise visit. I didn’t find her so I let myself enjoy a drink.”

Jinx let out a vivacious chuckle while leaning her body over, closer. “Is that so? And who’s your sister supposed to be?” She couldn’t help but notice the girl’s faltered crack at the word sister. Other than an unnoticeable furrow of her eyebrows, the brunette held her own posture.

She was unfazed by the closing distance between the two and kept her jovial attitude towards the teen, mirroring her. “Her name’s Sevika. Do you know her?” She asked in false oblivion. Of course they knew each other. Sevika was the one who incessantly voiced her dislike for Jinx. That was just another similarity they shared.

Her eyes widened and jaw opened in astonishment. “Shut up!” Jinx exclaimed, scanning the girl from head to toe. She picked out the girl’s chocolate curls that were elegantly tied in a low bun, her figure was small, her bronze skin was soft and warm, her lips pulled into a gentle smile. Her hazel eyes carried no judgment or hatred but curiosity and understanding. “There’s no way the ogre is your sister.” She ultimately decided. How could two people with the same blood be so tremendously different?

The girl exuberated a hearty laugh which made Jinx blink and pause. She examined the puzzling individual, unsure whether she was laughing at her or with her. She deduced it was the latter. Finally! Someone with a good sense of humour! Jinx grinned.

The brunette regained her composure after a deep breath. “Half sister.” She reasoned as if it would make Jinx less perplexed. “But yeah, that’s us.” She lulled her next sentence, her energetic demeanor dropping ever so slightly either in calmness or resignation. “I take it we don’t look alike, huh? She was always the big brute between us, a lot like our father…” Her gaze snapped to the entrance of the bar. Speaking of the devil. She smirked, an idea blossoming in her mind. “But she is also the strongest.”

Sevika made no attempt to conceal her presence. And she has the guts to accuse her sister of being egocentric. She had not yet looked towards the couple, too busy scolding useless goons for some kind of deadly mistake in the shipments. Who cares, right?

As the speech neared the end, both brunettes locked eyes with each other. “Hey, would you mind doing me a favour?” She faced Jinx with an intriguing expression, almost… mischievous? She leaned uncomfortably close to her and Jinx flinched at the proximity. “Go along with it.” She whispered in her ear which made a shiver run down her back.

What do you think? I’m honestly not the most enthusiastic person when it comes to writing, I just try and replay ideas I would like to read. I’m opened to co-writing this if anyone is interested. Beta readers are also welcome. Thank you for reading<3

[klinefelterrible]

For starters I don’t know who needs to hear it but Kiz @k-kizkhalifa and I have a project to mutually co-write a fanfic about draco and harry being a thing on many levels and she is literally the sweetest fangirl and a reader of stuff that I write and I can’t believe she’s there somewhere and I didn’t invent her as some kind of a want to make a friend who actually reads and wants to know more

[sephirajo]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Baldur's Gate (Video Games) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Astarion/The Dark Urge (Baldur's Gate) Characters: The Dark Urge (Baldur's Gate), Astarion (Baldur's Gate) Additional Tags: Roleplay Logs, POV Alternating, Recreational Drug Use, Fluff, (or as much as the situation allows) Summary:

Soon after they're tasked with rescuing Halsin, Niobe lies awake with echoes of the past ringing in her skull.

Astarion helps, in his own way.

Did a thing with @tsuraiwrites

[fantasykim]

Struggles of Co Writting

I tend to Co Write a lot of the fanfic i make, me and my best friend write it, and sometimes I'll spend so much time thinking about what's going to happen next in the fic, that when we get on to write, I'll forget to re read the last page to remind myself where we are, i'll just re read the last line or two... big mistake. this makes for large continuity errors, like-

"since when did they get in the car? two lines ago they were shopping for gogert"

or

"I thought they were at home, not at the park???"

and every time its my fault. never once has my co author done this. it's always me.

[thisliminalspacedaydreams]

Hi, probably weird question, but can you offer any tips on how to co-write, like two different authors working on the same fic? How does that work?

hello there is actually nothing i would rather do let me give you the unabridged version because I think people romanticise it and it's important to be real. I'm going to give you all of my experiences and why I did it and which ones worked and which ones didn't.

HERE IT IS :

2-Let's start with @greenvlvetcouch who was my first duo writing experience. I was heavily part of an online thing at the time and I met him there, and we somehow (I genuinely can't remember how but I think it was me) ended up DMing about something, which actually pretty quickly evolved into me throwing a concept idea into the chat, and it just took off. We ended up losing our minds over the library scene from God Eater and that was that. I had read Zar and Jude's fic where every 15 min they switched (I think??) and I'm not a "minute" writer so I suggested to Green we did 700-1200 words each and pass it back. I also have a background in theatre, and I am part of a improv group in my city so improv games was part of my curriculum and I've always LOVED IMPROV GAMES, especially in small groups. (this is relevant for later). That's how God Eater was written. it happened very organically. We wrote it all in four months, in a doc, and didn't talk about publishing it until we realized that actually it was going to be a thing we were super proud of, that we would want to post it. The writing experience itself had none of the stress of "what if it's bad". We just wrote until we were done with no expectation. There were a lot of inconsistencies we fixed when we were done and TA-DA.

Since then Green has been a writing partner for a lot of published and unpublished works. We have several projects, some which we started and never finished because we lost the interest, some that we might publish, we don't know. I think he and I are aligned on the fact that writing is meant to be this fun thing and if the joy isn't there when writing, then the project dies. We had a LOT of really cool fun projects that only lived inside our mutual DMs and I think it still makes them real and great. They just weren't tangible enough to see the light of day. Green and I's writing process isn't *super* involved. We rarely fangirl over each other's works. I think we've reached a healthy balance of we *know* we love each other's writing, so we don't need to tell each other that. We will when a line slaps particularly well but other than that we mostly just hype the story up which is our way of saying we love working together.

Which is a perfect segway into inthesquare and I's writing process (hi I still don't know if I can tag you so imma send it to you after).

2-I'm currently writing a story with her, and our start was very different. I read this fic from hers and lost my mind. I cried and was very upset, it was such a great story, so I left a comment (as one does). What would you know, a few days later I get a comment on my fic about how she freaked out because she liked *my* work. So we literally met the most organically way possible: through ao3 comments. Then the normal pipeline happened: Tumblr, then Discord, then Whatsapp.

I wrote one fic that felt very much like something she would do and asked her to participate and add bits and bobs, she said yes, I was overjoyed. And then a few months ago I popped in and was like... *you like myths, right?* and TADA we have the amaranth hymns.

The writing process with us is very different. We each write until we're done with a scene (which usually ends up capping at 1500/2000 words-ish). We are posting as we go, we have 0 plan, zero foresight, we're just hoping for the best, rocking with a Pinterest board and voice noting each other at 3am going "hey do what was this thing you wrote and what does it mean?" "oh cool" "and so does this mean that X? Cuz we need to Y then" "Yes, right". We're problem solving as we go, and I think we're both kind of unbothered and unstressed about it: the story will write itself, we're just along for the ride. We also don't really hype each other up (a little ya know, when a line slaps), but we *do* talk about the fic itself a lot, which I think is our way of showing our engagement. We talk about the fic because we like writing it (I have a point to make later on bear with me).

3- You remember how i LOVE improve games, right????? WELL. There is a game called the "yes" game. A scene starts, you have a theme and a concept and you can't backtrack. Whatever the person throws your way you have to work with it....hence the "yes". You can only move forward, never back. That's how Raise Hell was created. I asked a bunch of my friends if they wanted to create a frankenstein fic, some said yes, some said no, and Raise Hell got started. I knew all of these people beforehand, so that made it easier. We still want to finish this fic but ya know, life got away from us.

What ended up happening is that there were no "writing" rule aside from : you must write enough to propel the next person. Give the next person *something* to work with. So what accidentally ended up happening is each person ended up writing a chapter.

Now let's talk about the rest:

As stated before, I love writing with people: I have the bandwith to work on numerous fics at once (it keeps my brain fed and entertained, I like the community of it), I like it, and thus I seek it.

But I think (and THIS is my point) that people romanticise it and it can stress people out. This is what I mean:

I started writing fics with several other writers because *I like it and I seek it and it brings me joy*, but some writers didn't like feeling like they were one in a lineup.

I wrote 30k with a writer and then the story died and we never picked it back up.

I have had two people I was writing with tell me they didn't like it because I wasn't 'involved' enough (by this I think what they meant was that I wasn't showing enough hype and enthusiasm for their writing).

I had one person tell me that our writing didn't match up and it felt weird and they didn't want to continue.

I have had one person tell me I hurt their feelings because I made them feel like their writing wasn't good enough by the way I edited.

I think it's important to mention that co-writing *is* a skill and it's not something that will work for everyone.

I have a graveyard of fics and a few friendships that died because of that, too. I'm not a big hyper. I do edit a lot. I show my enthusiasm in ways that perhaps isn't obvious enough. I don't praise other people's writing that much because in my mind, the fact we're writing together is proof enough that I love their writing, but that actually isn't always enough.

And I think the difficult part of all of this is that writing is a very personal endeavour. When you expose your guts to another person and they do not react the way you want them to, it's not very easy I think to say "Hey, you hurt my feelings because you didn't tell me you loved this and that". That's another layer exposed and because talking about hurt feelings is hard and uncomfortable, sometimes it will drag on and take proportions that lead to broken friendships.

So you do have to be careful.

...But I also don't know how, in the sense that *before* you start writing with someone, you won't *know* how they will react to the duo process.

What I'm saying is it' a gamble and actually I have lost more than I have won, BUT I still don't regret trying. I personally have had good experiences every single time. I have grown and I have learned.

I know for instance that writing with Green and Inthesquare is a great experience because we approach writing in the same way and we are all very confident in our own writing. We like how we write. We like how the other person writes. We know that, we don't feel the need to say it.

But I think I tend to forget that some writers (even really good ones!!) can feel self-conscious about their own writing and need more praise than what I give.

So bearing all that in mind here is my advice:

-Talk about what you need from the experience BEFOREHAND. How much hype, can I edit, how much editing can I do, etc etc. When green and I edit our works, we fully destroy each other's parts. We will go in and add and remove a LOT, to the point where it really becomes kind of undetectable, who wrote what, because we're in each other's lines everywhere. This isn't something that will feel good for everyone. When I write with inthesquare, we *barely* edit each other's work. The separation is much more obvious, and I don't really know why this is? It just is? We just kind of never edited the other person's part. And it works really beautifully, too. My point is these are two very different approach yet there isn't one better than the other, it's just different.

Some people do not like when you tinker with their writing too much. Some people do not like when you tinker with their writing at all. Make sure you know what each person is comfy with.

-Decide on a plan: are we writing each for a set amount of time? Of words? Are we each doing a chapter? The only rule is the one you make up.

-Don't put pressure on the work. See where it goes. If it dies, let it.

-I would advise against posting as you go if this stresses you out. That way if the story doesn't finish, no stress.

-Start with someone who you feel very confident writing with. Someone you know, who knows you, where the communication canals are OPEN. You're gonna need to be able to tell each other if someone does something that wasn't appreciated.

Not all co-writing will end up with a fully fledged fic. Not all co-writing will end up being a good experience. If the person you really want to write with doesn't want to write with you, don't take it personally. It just do be like that.

But I'm the kind of person who really has come to love it, and while I'm a lot more picky now with who I write (because I'd love to like, not lose more friends), I think I will always seek it out, especially with the people with whom it's been a success before. I love, love, loveeeeee writing with my friends. I find it so rewarding and fun and great and I have nothing bad to say about it. I just really, really love it.

And if you've made it till here just know I have ONE fic I wrote with 2 other writers that we published under anon. and it's just out there. Doing its thing.