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<3 https://fanlore.org/wiki/Slow_Show_(Good_Omens_fanfiction) <3
u ever read a fanfic so good that you want. fanfic of the fanfic
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please i love you i'm begging you bring back suspension of disbelief bring back trusting the audience like. i cannot handle any more dialogue that sounds like a legal document. "hello, i am here to talk to you about the incident from a few minutes ago, because i feel you might be unwell, and i am invested in your personal wellbeing." "thank you, i am unwell because the incident was hurtful to me due to my childhood, which was bad." I CANT!!!!
do you know how many people are mad that authors use "growled" as a word for "said"? it's just poetics! they do not literally mean "growled," it's just a common replacement for "said with force but in a low tone." it's normal! do you hear me!! help me i love you please let me out of here!!!
#i am so sick of writers having to anticipate the most boring#bad-faith readings of their work. i am like - if you use cheese as a currency#okay! as long as the world makes sense to me: cool. cheese tax. moving on.#my job as the reader is to suspend my disbelief and say okay! i am so sick of like#fanfiction authors having to write dissertations#because they had an interesting idea they'd like to try out!!!#just write it! if it doesn't make sense that's someone else's problem!!!#PS OP is autistic. yes sometimes i take things literally at first glance. then i think about it lol#this is so clearly not about accessibility etc. it's about like. girl even i an autistic person#am able to understand ''they probably didn't mean his eyes darkened LITERALLY''
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Hypothetical scenario: someone is on Ao3, looking for fanfiction to read. This person only speaks/reads English, and they set the language filter to only show fics written in English.
We ask your questions so you donât have to! Submit your questions to have them posted anonymously as polls.
#polls#incognito polls#anonymous#tumblr polls#tumblr users#questions#polls about language#submitted june 12#polls about the internet#polls about interests#fanfic#fanfiction#language#ao3#ao3 filters
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A writer friend told me something that broke my heart a little bit today; they're going to quit publishing their fanfic.
My instant thought was that they had been trolled or attacked or that something terrible had happened in their life because this person is so passionate about their writing. It wasn't any of that. Engagement with their works has been going down, as it has for many of us. Comments are like gold dust a lot of the time, and just looking through the historical comment counts on old fics on ao3 demonstrates this trend very clearly. It was not simply the comments dropping off which caused them to decide to stop posting, however.
My friend came across a discord server for their fandom (I should point out here that their fandom interest and mine diverged a couple of years ago, we stay in touch but don't currently read each other's posts because I'm not into their fandom and they would rather gouge their eyes out with a wooden spoon than read anything Star Wars) and specifically to share fic in that fandom. They joined, because we all love a good fic rec, only to discover that their latest multichapter fic, which has almost no comments and very few kudos, is being hotly discussed in this server as one of the best stories ever. Not one of these people has bothered to say this to them on the fic. When they asked, none of participants could see the point in telling the author of the fic they apparently loved so much that they love it.
This discovery has absolutely destroyed my friend's love of sharing fic. They share because they love seeing other people's enjoyment, and fic writers do that through comments and kudos/reblogs/likes because we don't get paid. There is no literary critic writing a blog post/article about how amazing the story is for us to copy and keep/frame. There is no money from royalties. All we have are the words of the people reading our works.
Those people on that server could have taken five minutes of the time they spent gushing about how amazing my friend's story was to other people and used it to tell the one person guaranteed to want to hear that praise how much they loved it. They could have taken a moment to express their opinion to the person who spent hours upon hours plotting, writing, editing, and posting those chapters. Instead, they deprived my friend of thing that keeps them sharing their writing, and in the process have killed their love of it. My friend now feels used and unmotivated.
I won't be sharing a link to their fic, they said I could share their experience but not their identity. I know they plan to post one final chapter. I know they intend to express their hurt at being excluded from the praise for the thing they created, and I know they intend to announce that as a consequence they will not be posting for a long while, if at all.
So please, I beg you, don't hide your love of a story from the writer. It's just about the only thing we have.
#fanfiction#fanfic#ao3 writer#ao3 fanfic#writing is hard#fanfic writing#writer stuff#archive of our own#ao3#this isnât about me#my stuff still has great interaction from readers#although I would never say no to more#but please please please don't hide your enjoyment from us#they feed the gremlins in our heads which give us the stories
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not to be controversial bc I know this is likeâŚnot in line with shifting opinions on fanfic comment culture but if thereâs a glaring typo in my work I will NOT be offended by pointing it out. if ao3 fucks up the formattingâŚI will also not be offended by having this pointed outâŚ
âlooking forward to the next updateâ and âI hope you update soon!â 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.
âI donât usually like this ship but this fic made me feel somethingâ is also incredibly high praise. Iâm not going to get mad at this.
even âI love this fic but Iâm curious about why you made [x] choiceâ 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 thatâs not perfectly articulated glowing praise in the exact manner theyâre hoping to receive it in bad faith.
fic engagement has been dropping across the board over the last several years, and yes itâs frustrating but it isnât as though I canât 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 Iâm going with this I guess aside from saying unless a comment is outright attacking me Iâm 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.
#ao3#archive of our own#fanfiction#tbh even if I got a comment that said âI hate you Iâm going to kill your familyâ on chapter 75 it still means they read 75 chapters firstâŚ.#it just makes me sad to see so many writers shouting into the void#and also see ppl complain openly about the specific types of comments they receive#posting screenshots on Reddit like âshould I be mad at thisâ CALM DOWN#sigh
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*me, checking my own AO3 account to see if I have posted any new fic Iâve been waiting for yet*
#whining about writing instead of actually writing#writerâs block#meme#writing#ao3#archive of our own#writer#writers#memes#fanfic#fanfiction#fandom#comedy#humor#funny#fandoms
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#ao3#fanfiction#should I be working on my fic rn? yes#am I posting about ao3 being down instead? also yes#let me in pls ao3 I donât want a 503 error rn
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Revelations - Little peek at a longer continuation to my Stan & Bill accidental internet buddies comic!
After the reveal, Stan initially doesn't want to tell Ford his (former) internet best friend was Bill Cipher, because he doesn't want him to worry. Stan later doesn't want to tell Ford because he (and Bill) would rather die.
#Stan: I blocked him on everything! Because he was an asshole!!!#Ford: Isn't that what you liked about him??#Stan: uhhhhhh... he was also a... bigot...! And definitely NOT someone you know!!#This is so dumb im so sorry#gravity falls#fan art#Stanley Pines#Stanford Pines#Bill Cipher#The Duchess Approves#Stan Pines#Grunkle Stan#Ford Pines#Grunkle Ford#Comic#Gravity falls comic#Fanart#GF fanart#post canon#sea grunks#Past Billford#artists on tumblr#My art#BillStan Fanfiction Buddies AU
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Some of us really need to be doing âFinish That Fanfic We Havenât Updated in a Year Novemberâ đ
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He would not fucking say that but let's indulge
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worried that thing you put in your art or writing or game or music is too self-indulgent, too self-referential, too niche for anyone but yourself? fear not! you can do whatever you want forever. and you should.
#writing#art#music#games#things i have to remind myself of daily#anyway ive found those things you're worried about sharing are often the most powerful things you CAN share#i hope you write#<- i would like to replace that tag with something that is less conversational#it makes reblogs awkward#anyway good morning. i have so many things to do today but instead i am crafting a memorial to my partner's best friend in my fanfiction.
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Guard Dog vol.I
jason todd x fem!reader
aka donât fuck with jasonâs girlfriend
4 in 1 blurbs
vol. II
warnings: mildly creepy guys, standard protective bf methods
Jasonâs good at shutting people up very quickly. Youâd almost call it a talent.
He shuts you up with a kiss when you get stuck in a rant, or with a hug to calm your worried rambles.
And when youâre in an incorrigibly teasing mood, heâll throw you over his shoulder and carry you back to your bedroom to really shut you up.
With other people though, he hasâŚdifferent methods.
You sit atop your kitchen counter, trading lazy kisses in between giggles with your boyfriend. He stands in front of you, hands massaging your thighs as he leans in for another. You happily oblige.
You break off the exchange to lay a series of sweet kisses on that spot under his jaw.
His head tilts back, letting out a groan so low you nearly miss it. âSweetheartâŚâ he warns.
âSorryâŚâ you resign with a sheepish smile.
A knock at the door bursts you out of your shared reverie. You press a kiss to his knuckles and hop down to start setting the table.
Jason gets the door, greeting the pizza guy with a nod as you shuffle around the kitchen. The delivery guy hands him a receipt, asking for a signature.
Jason uses the door as a surface to sign, giving the delivery guy an apt view into your apartment, where he sees you getting out plates in the kitchen. More noticeably, he sees you in your boyfriend's shirt, which rides up just a little bit when you stand up on your toes to reach the top cabinet. The lift of the shirt exposes the bottom of your underwear, though it falls back into place again just as quickly.
Now, lucky for this guy, Jasonâs facing the door and does not see him checking you out in your own home. Unlucky for this guy, he has wildly misread the vibe of your relationship. Or at least your boyfriend.
âMan, how do you get anything done around here?â He jests.
Jason looks up at him, and the pizza manâs eyes tear away from your legs to meet his hard gaze. It does not take him long to realize his mistake.
âTry again.â Jason behests, arms crossed in front of him.
The pizza boyâs eyes go wide and he shakes his head, stuttering. âIâuh, I said have a good night.â
âMhm.â He grumbles.
The pizza guy hands Jason the box with shaky hands and scuttles back down the hallway.
Thankfully, you didnât seem to notice the exchange, but even so, your boyfriend still glowers down the hallway after him.
âJay?â
His attention snaps back to you, demeanor changing instantly. âYeah, baby?â
Youâre sitting in your usual spot at the table, his chair empty and waiting just around the corner from you.
âCome sit.â You say, with eyes that might as well be hearts.
He gives a reassuring nod and kicks the door shut behind him.
You and Jason are sitting on the floor in his old room at the manor, your legs thrown over his. You lean up against his bed, asking him about posters on the walls and trinkets on the shelves.
His knee is propped up and your arm dangles across it, his hand in yours. He plays with your fingers and periodically leans forward to leave a kiss on them.
Youâd just woken up less than an hour ago after spending the night post-gala, and itâs a peaceful, if not unusually quiet morning.
Dick shouts your name from another room, audibly booking it towards you. Yeah. Thatâs more like what Jason remembers.
He grumbles some annoyances, dropping his head against your intertwined hands.
Dick bursts into the room, clearly incredibly excited.
âWhatâs up, Dick?â You ask, calm as ever. Jason lets an unseen smile creep up, head still down.
Dickâs practically jumping up and down, âYou gotta see the shit that Tim just found in the cave!â His face drops as he directs his gaze to Jason, âYouâre not invited.â
âThank God.â
Dick ignores him and grabs your wrist, yanking you up from the floor. This is one place where he differs from Jasonâheâs not always quite so aware of his own strength.
His grip doesnât hurt really, but itâs firm enough that you imagine thereâll be bruise marks there later.
âHey.â Jason calls out, nodding his head to where Dick is holding your arm. âEase up.â
Dick follows his gaze and immediately loosens his hold, apologizing to you before pulling you along once again (this time much more gentle).
You grin at Jason as he tugs you out the door, him returning it with an endeared smile as he watches you go.
Fuck he loves you.
Jason had a decent break from his night job for once, and was happy to let you drag him out to a bar for a little date. Youâd been linked at the hip for most of the night, his hands maintaining their ever present home on your waist with yours rested on his thighs as you told him about your hectic day.
Heâd usually prefer to stay in bed with you for as long as possible when he gets time off, but youâd looked so excited asking him to go out with youâhe never stood a chance.
You look up into the mirror as you wash your hands, a strand of hair falling into your face as you do. You push it back behind your ear and smile to yourself, recalling the several times Jason had wordlessly done the same throughout the night as you rambled.
You make your way back to the bar, smile immediate on your face when you see your boyfriend. It gets replaced rather quickly though, when a man slides in front of you, cutting off your view of him.
âHey there.â
You have to take a step back because of how close he decided to stand to you. He looks sober (enough) but wildly overconfident in whatevers about to happen.
"Let me buy you a drink, pretty thing."
Jason calls you pretty thing sometimes. It makes the blood rush to your cheeks and an inescapable smile creep up on your lips. When this guy says it, it makes you literally frown.
"Oh no, I'm okay, myâ"
"You seem like a dirty martini kinda girl." He expertly ignores you, clearly trying and failing to make some kind of innuendo there.
Jason's sitting back against the bar, watching the interaction carefully. You still canât see him, but heâs close and you can rest comfortable knowing heâs looking out for you.
With that reassurance, you donât play this out quite as carefully as you would if you were alone.
"Look, I don't want a drink from you, thanks."
Apparently that was the wrong thing to say to him because his face contorts quickly to mock-disgust that you figure is really just embarrassment.
âHey, donât be a bitch just âcauseââ
You try to sidestep around him, thoroughly done with this interaction, but he grabs your upper arm harshly, pulling you to an abrupt stop.
Jason stands up real quick, yanking the guy backwards by his collar before you can even process what's happening.
Now, you know that Jason is an objectively intimidating guy. There's not many people that will come face to face with that absolute unit of a man and still decide to keep on trying him. However, you tend to forget that when you're so used to your gentle giant that only ever speaks to you kindly and touches you softly.
But his intimidating status becomes very apparent when the guy spins around, looks up at Jason, and immediately takes four steps back. He actually almost bumps into you in the process, not doing anything to tame Jasonâs acute distaste for this man.
"Listen to meâback the fuck off before you get hurt."
âSheââ
âI donât give a fuck. Leave.â
The guy hesitates.
âNow.â Jason adjusts his posture to stand at his staggering full height, clearly with no qualms about putting him back in his place.
That does it for him, the man stumbllng away with half-committed mumbles of âwhateverâ or âsomething something lame anyway.â
Jason watches him until he walks out the door, before turning back to you.
He delicately takes your upper arm in his hand, pulling your sleeve up to search for bruising. But as harshly as he had grabbed you, it didnât have the time to cause a bruise before Jason intervened.
âWhatâd he say to you?â Jason asks, brow furrowed as he inspects your arm.
âNothing very interesting.â He looks at you mildly.
You smile and comb his hair back from his forehead, âDonât worry about him. Iâm good.â
He lets your arm go, and exchanges it for holding the back of your head, planting a kiss on your forehead.
You take his other hand and guide him back to your seats.
âBesides,â You look over his shoulder and let out a little shocked gasp. âGuess who just walked in.â
He gives you a questioning look before his face slacks, eyes widening in realization.
âNoâŚâ And you smile so brightly it almost makes up for what's coming his way.
You redirect your smile over his shoulder and give a wave to the door. Jason swigs down the rest of his drink, hand finding your waist once again.
âJaybird!â
Jasonâs still exhausted from patrol last night but heâd insisted on going with you to the bar to meet your friends. Youâd tried to convince him that it was okay to stay in and rest tonight, youâd be fine. But it was a losing battle.
You suspect it has something to do with him not liking when you go out in Gotham at night, especially when youâre drinking.
So he hangs out in the background of the buzz, with you sat in front of him, in between his legs.
Youâre talking it up with Roy, whoâs been making jokes about how Jasonâs âmoody assâ tricked you, âthe ray of sunshineâ into this relationship somehow.
You laugh, taking a sip of your drink. âRight, âcause you and Kori were in love at first sight.â
"Oh, fuck off." Roy jeers.
He doesn't say it with the cadence of a joke, but it is.
You know he's joking, he knows he's joking.
Jason, who very well may have been tuned out of the conversation up to that point, does not seem to know he's jokingâor he doesn't care.
You don't need to look behind you to know that your boyfriend is in defensive mode, though the look of regret mixed with amusement on Roy's face gives a solid hint.
You hold your hand out to block Jason his path as he moves forward. He lets you stop him, though you're certain he could get past you without so much as blinking, no problem.
"Right. My bad, forgot your guard dog was here. Don't fuck off." Roy backtracks, hands up in front of him.
Jason just rolls his eyes, slouching back down. You reach behind you for his hand, giving it two squeezes. You know heâs tired, so much so that he almost punched his best friend for making a typical joke.
âFive more minutes, okay?â You say softly over your shoulder.
He nods at you blearily, and ducks his head down to rest on your back. You adjust your posture a little bit to make it more comfortable for him and continue on talking, his hand still in yours.
If he hadnât fallen asleep so quickly, five minutes wouldâve been five minutes, but instead it became something more like fifty.
He goes through patches where sleep isnât always so welcoming, a phase heâs been in for the past couple of weeks. Youâd been waking up to find the bed half empty, your boyfriend resigned to doing research on cases in an attempt to at least be productive while heâs awake.
You canât protect him in the same ways that he protects youâyouâre not a fighter or necessarily âintimidating.â But you can protect him like this, in these little ways. Letting him nap on you, making him close the case files and rest with you, holding his hand throughout the night so that when he inevitably has nightmares, he knows immediately that youâre still with him. That heâs safe.
So if he can get some much needed sleep while only costing you a stiff back tomorrow, youâll happily take that deal as many times as he needs.
vol. II
#i got about a million of these up my sleeve#jason todd loves his gf#jason todd the doberman#jason todd imagine#jason todd fanfic#jason todd fanfiction#jason todd x reader#jason todd x you#jason todd/reader#jason todd/you#batfam imagine#batfam x reader#batfam fanfiction#batfam x you#batfam fanfic#red hood x you#red hood imagine#red hood x reader#red hood fanfic#red hood fanfiction#protective bf#protective
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"i'm sorry there's so much dialogue here, i should write less dialo-" shhhhhhhhh. shhh. sh. no. none of that. i like the dialogue. Let The Dorks Speak.
#writing#fanfiction#zombie talks#but yeah i don't understand people who complain or feel self-conscious about dialogue in a work#especially when the work in question has a fairly normal amount of it
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Bruce: *waking up in a hospital that he drove himself to after having a heart attack and telling absolutely nobody* heyâŚ
The entirety of the batclan looking over him with Dick in the centre, an absolute terrifying grin on his face:
Dick: hello Bruce, nice evening isnât it? Got something to share with us?
Edit: the fic is now out on ao3! https://archiveofourown.org/works/57780508
#Iâm writing a fic abt this if anyone is interested hehe#he proceeds to give him an Alfred long lecture about injuries and shit#the word âhypocriteâ gets said at least 50 times#everybody is fucking ecstatic that they caught him in the act cause ever time THEY hide their injuries theyâll just bring this up#batman#dc comics#batfam#dcu#batfamily#dc robin#bruce wayne#jason todd#dick grayson#nightwing#red hood#red robin#kate kane#batwoman#batgirl#cassandra cain#tim drake#damian wayne#robin#damian al ghul#fanfiction#batman fanfiction#heart attack#incorrect batman quotes#incorrect dc quotes#batman and robin
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*writes a sentence or two after writing nothing for days*
#writing#writing community#writing help#female writers#writing advice#writer things#writers and writing#writers block#writing a book#writing a novel#writing a story#writers and artists#writing about writing#writers on tumblr#writers and poets#writerscommunity#writer stuff#writers and readers#book writers#fanfiction writer#writer problems#writing fiction#books and reading#books and writing#book people
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