#fanfiction.com has some other than ao3

[kantush]

L4D Hunter was really something back in the day, its fucked up but Deviantart made him hot bro💀.

Decided to practice animation. That shit hard af. Was it worth it spending 2 day making fanart of a dead fandom (the irony). No.

[jinmukangwrites]

I'm thinking about taking up writting (srsl this time).. Could you tell me what programmes/apps/sites are good for writting because as you might have noticed I am completely clueless. Also do you think being able to write in proper english is a big deal? *cause I haven't even got the lower English degree yet (maybe it shows)*

Sorry I took so long to respond! I was working, but thankfully I have gotten a couple hours to ponder over this.

First things first.

Apps:

Google Docs: This one is very important, a classic for all writers. I personally do not use this one to write per se, but I do use it to edit. It's useful because there is an app you can download on mobile so you don't have to be at a computer to use it.

JotterPad: This is the app I personally use to write. It's not as advanced as docs but I like it a whole lot more. First of all because it's teal, and it feels less... Professional than docs. What I mean is that every writer has had the experience of opening a new doc and then getting hit with writer's block by looking at the blank page. I have never gotten that with JotterPad.

There's just something about JotterPad (left) that makes it easier to write. Idk, it might just be me.

Websites:

World Anvil: it's useful for world building if you're looking to write an original work or just put down notes. I haven't used it much because I focus more of fan fiction, but I have used it enough to know that it's useful. It has little tabs to put down races, characters, worlds, countries, and so one in as much detail as you want.

Blogs:

@writing-prompt-s is the perfect blog to get some writing inspiration. It's a super friendly community and it's as easy as reblogging your story after one of the prompts. It's perfect for some writing practice. New prompts are constantly posted.

@howtofightwrite is a good blog to know how to write things involving weapons and fighting if you want to be accurate with your stories. How useful is a Katana against a broad sword? Idk. Ask them, they know.

@lizard-is-writing is a cute little blog that just gives good natured tips about writing. They don't post too much anymore, but there's still a whole lot on there relating to how to get out of writer's block, what foods to eat while writing, and everything in between.

Platforms:

Archive Of Our Own: perfect place to post fan fiction, simple to use and a fantastic community. The only downside is getting an invite, which could take weeks.

Fanfiction.com: and okay place, a lot of my old writing is here, but I don't use it too much anymore because there are a lot of jerks on this website, you're more likely to get a rude review here compared to AO3, or that's just in my experience.

Other:

Phone vs Laptop: I enjoy writing on my phone, it's mobile. Most of my writing is done at places where I can't get my laptop out. Computers are great for a more professional setting, but idk, you do you.

Discord: if there is a discord for whatever you're writing, join it! It's good to get in touch with the community, it helps give you inspiration and just make friends with people that are interested in the same things you are.

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I hope this has helped! And you don't have to be amazing at English to write, the only English experience I have is High School. It's just a lot of practice and a lot of looking at other people's works to see how they write and how you can adopt that. If you're worried about it, I recommend reading Satellite by Nick Lake, this is my all time favorite book and the writing style is the furthest thing from proper English. Nothing is capitalized, things are spelled wrong, it's an all around mess but the story is so good. I still cry thinking about it.

Don't worry about writing, just do it! I hope I have helped, if you need more tips just ask 💚💛❤️

[twinfanfics]

The Tale of the Three Head Beast. - The Marching Fishes.

We are back!

The second part of this fanfic is starting. If you miss the first part, The Choosen Children, you can read it in AO3, fanfiction.com or looking for the 3t3ht tag on this blog or be a super bold person and read since the second part. 

The tale of the three head beast is a digimon GoT AU. The characters of digimon in a Game of thrones like world. All the choosen children of season 1 to 4  are going to appear eventually. We promise forbidden romance, regular sugar cute romance, war,  family drama and digimon references. 

pairs: taiyama, taisora, joumy, daiken and others, is a GoT au. 

We are going to post a chapter every monday, this second part is planned for 20 chapters or so. Thanks for reading!!

Resume: Three years had pased since Taichi won the hand of princess Sora and both get crowned King and Queen of the living land, now they must faced the duty of the monarchs. The war started on the Honest Island, does the King Joe would manage it?. Mean while at the other side of the sea Takato and Rika stronger their forces. 

The links for the second part on Ao3 and Fanfiction would update soon. 

Part 2: The Marching Fishes

ACT 1. ESCENE 1: THE RAIN

Resume: The Sea King try to control his kigdom and protect his family, 

The first thing that the Sea King noticed when he wake up it was that the rain hasn’t stopped. The second, his lovely wife awaking next to him.

“Good morning, your majesty” She said with the sweetest voice

“Good morning, beautiful siren, how do you slept?”

“Terrible, I barely slept” Said the Queen as moved herself slowly “Everything hurt, and I’m hungry and tired all the time”

The king laughed while Mimi kept complaining.

“Don’t laugh  Joe, I’m serious, When is he going to born?”

“One more month my darling, you're doing it great”

The King hugged his Queen, endering a kiss on her cheek, while caressed the big belly of the desert flower.  

“I’m doing terrible, and the rain Joe, it is been raining forever”

“It’s summer” Joe said with the same patience he had shown the last three years.  His lovely queen could be a warrior, but she would never get used to the extreme humidity of the Islands.

“I want to get out, we are trapped on our own castle as animals”

A hurry knocking of the door interrupted the conversation. The King open the door to found a maid completely soaked holding the young prince covered by a huge towel.

Joe take a depth breadth.

“He escaped at the rain”

“He escaped at the rain, again, your majesty. I’m so sorry to bother you but the prince is…”

“A bless” the king completed as took at his energetic son on his arms. The maid ran away the fast as he can. “I hope someone had apologized” said the king at his son.

The young prince has a little more than two years, orange hair, big green eyes and, Joe was sure,  a couple of gills hidden somewhere.

“Rain!” scream the little prince, now completely naked and running to try to open the window and scaped at the rainy garden.

“Oh aren’t you going to greeting your mother, sweetheart?” said the Queen standing up from the bed.

“Mommy”

“He managed to tyred all the maids” said the King as the prince kissed her mother belly.

“Now imagine on a month when they will be two” answered the Queen with a smile.

“Or in a couple of years, when they will be three… or five”  

The monarchs laughted at their own bless. Mimi’s smile was still the prettiest of the entirely world, the expensive fabrics and the coral jewelry were never enough to frame her beauty. But when Joe look at her eyes he found something dark on them, a silent question than kept coming up about the promise of the future, if their mutual love will be enough to conquer at their enemies.  

“Come on son, what you said if you and I go to pass the day on the royal baths as your father do some politics”

As every morning the King passed all the time he could hidden on his room with his wife and kid, but everyday it was a little  harder.

He dressed and get out, the war hasn’t stopped either.

And when did the war even began. Joe walked for the palace until the throne room. Once time ago his knights were follow him. Davis joking about something and Ken flushing at his words and Cody calling them on their behaviors, with his silents and his wooden sword. And now they are gone. They now are sneaking around the corners of his city, playing a war that Joe doesn’t want to start.

“Your Majesty” called a counselor “the rebels continue on the peripheral Islands, the attacks are mostly not extremely violent, but they kept moving forward”

Cody was the political lider of the rebelion, and Joe kwno well than he never is going to hurt his own people.

“We lost other cargaments of provides” The counselors continue “we had losing all our tributes to the capital”

Ken Ichijouyi was the strategist of course, he knows than blocking the supplies for the continent only will weak the alliance of Joe with the Capital, but the people of the Islands will take it like a popular victory.

“We had reportes of fire on public places, most of them are edifications of the time before the death of the Cold King”

But Davis worrying more. He was a blast on the war zones, his speeches turn on the crowds and flaming the confidence of his allies.

Even then the revolution stay calm, it didn’t entered at the capital and during three years the people had adjusted at the occasional vandalism, at the political climate of changing and disorientation. Joe did the best in the name of the peace, he had offer and offer accords, her lovely wife had won at the hight class of the Islands, the babies has won the heart of the common people. But there were doubts in them. Until when the good King is going to wait to call The Light to fix this mess? And how much this is going to cost at liberty of the Islands?

The leader of the royal guard had gone a long with the rebels, Joe know so little about him that he feels like a moron for hadn't seen his betrayal coming. A skilled warrior who had teaching Joe’s kids since before Joe kwno them. The King wasn’t proud of the jealousy that take over him every time he thought about that smoughty face, blue eyes and white teeth.

“Did we send more ships at the peripheral?“ The counselor asked.

And Joe wait.

The little Prince cut the tension of the room. A conserting maid entered running behind him.

“I’m so sorry your majesty” The woman apologized as the kid try to escaped through the garden “he is fast”

The Sea King walked until his son and spoke with calm.

“You can’t go outside, you are going to get cold, is raining, stop this”

The child trap his own tongue between his lips and made a trumpet. The crass act took Joe by surprise, he walked a step forward, paralized by the angry and the unknown.

“I’m so sorry, your Majesty” The maid said as dragged the child out of the room.

How little Joe know his own child.

“Sir, do you want us to send more ships at the peripheral?”

“Use our ships and knights to resguard the ways, by land and water, we need for the people to feel safe” The King said at last.

The day pasted and the rain continued. And continued the war and the royal business. Joe walked again into his room, where his wife was resting. Before he could entered he saw at the maid of before, walking by the hall with concern, looking for someone. He looked at her eyes and she draw an apologie on her face. Joe turned over his steps and walked at the closest door. The inside garden was beautiful, with a lake and flowers and sun. But now was raining, the king entered at the rain between the horror of the maid, walked through the puddles and the heavy drops of the tropical rain until he saw his son, all small and crying, soggy and ashamed of himself. And Joe himself wished to disappear his anger, to want no more to take his son and wrap him with dry clothes and full him with hugs.

Why the children don’t listen? Why they think that they desires will matter on the big picture? Why he failed on teaching compassion and patient and humility?

Joe took his son on his arms and comforted him with kisses and cares, knowing well that he hasn’t the strength to scold him.

At the next day the storm stopped. And Joe catches his wife and son getting ready for a trip on the town.

“Aren’t you coming, darling?” Said Mimi endering the words.

“You go with the kid, I’m feeling a little down, better rested the day” the King answered.

“We both know that you are the one who needs to see more than this walls”

“Mimi, please… just...” He didn’t finished, he didn’t know what else to said.

She stepped closed at his husband, kissing him on the mouth, with her hands holding his face, Joe rested his hands on her back, both proud of belong to each other.

“You know, that if you asked I will finish all your monsters” The queen said at his ear. Joe could feel the old knife tied on the Queen´s leg, hidden over her pregnancy dress.

“We are not getting to that” the King responded as he always did “I know those kids, I’m going to make them entered into reason, they are no monsters”

The Queen kissed her husband again, proud of his compassion. She took her son and both entered at the royal carriage.

_____________________________________

The quarters of the rebellion weren’t a castle. They hadn’t maids and servants, and the rebels that join the rebellions weren’t well trained soldiers, were common people with unconformities about the Sea King regimen that Iory didn’t share.

“The cargament of today will feed us for another week” said Ichijouji since his corner on the small room while he drop and catch a small knife.

“Yea, other robbery, that will show them what  we are made for” Iory said sarcastically reviewing the plans of the controlled Islands again.

“Well, it will feed our people” Ichijouji repeated.

Iory didn’t dare to respond at his brother. Even when the storm had ending  the leaks of the ceiling kept dropping water while the two of them hold their thoughts.

“It doesn’t feel like a winning” Iory said at last.

“Sometimes it not even feel like a war”

“Oh it doesn’t had enough death for your taste!?”

“We know it would be battles and you had no right to scold me every time I win one!”

 “You could rob the cargaments without killing the dealers!”

“It send a message!” Ichijouji respond with anger

“What kind of message? What the King is going to think?” Iory scream as his brother cursed out loud “we need to show at the people that we are better than him”

“No!” Ichijouji interrupted him, feeling the knife on his hand specially heavy “We need to overthrow him and unless you stopped playing nice we are never going to make it”

“ENOUGH!” Davis scream as he entered at the room “What we need to do is stop screaming at each others as our people is listening”  The young man get himself between his two brothers

But there was no apologized for any part.

Davis closed the doors as he turned to the them. He was the one who deals with the people, they love him and somehow it didn’t like at his brothers.

“It was nothing” Ichijouji said as he take the hand of Davis and move his eyelashes for him.

“You are not scaping of this by your charm” Davis said as he did his best to don’t kiss his lover.

“This is useless” Iory scream as he threw all the papers at the floor “This has to end”

“We agree” Ichijouji said “We need to make a real attack at the capital”

The papers over the floor get wed.

“The people is tired” Davis said “we already control some Islands, we can proclame an independent and started over”

Iory saw the papers over the floor getting wed. Peace treaties that Joe had written himself.  He felt soaked, trapped under the storm that he beg to created.

“Our master is never going to allow us to surrender” Ichijouji said with a calmed voice. Snapping Iory back to the reality.

“It is not his decision to make” Iory said.

The frontal door opened suddenly, a ray of light enlightened the darkened room where the three boys stayed. A handsome  man entered with a big smile than no one had had at war times.

“Master Ryo!” Exclaimed the three young men at unisone.

“It’s over kids, we won” his master said as he threw to them the Queen of the Honest Islands and her heritage, both chained and sedated.

[yoursalwaysfics]

how to report plagiarism

This is specific to dealing with it on ffn, but can probably be used with ao3 as well.

@masquerabe recently told me about an author on ffn who is apparently guilty of multiple counts of creative(ly bad) plagiarism. I’m not going to name her here because many of the original authors that could be found have been contacted, people are aware of her, it’s being dealt with, and I’m not looking to send people to harass her more than what’s necessary. (Belle actually put in a lot of hard work to track down the original stories and their authors, so massive kudos to her.)

A forum post was made about it and a mod responded with a template that original authors can use to report plagiarism of their work to ffn staff. Belle sent me the forum link (though I was not one of the ones plagiarized) to share with other writers, so I thought I’d just make a post for everyone here to have easy access to in case it ever happens to you or someone you know. Contact staff with the following template:

EDIT: Be sure to email them at support@fanfiction.com (I thought there used to be a “contact” button on ffn’s main page. I was mistaken) and the subject line should be “Copyright Infringement Notification“

FanFiction.net Copyright Infringement Notification

To Whom It May Concern,

I have discovered that my (short story/poem/novel), [insert story title], has been altered and posted without my permission by a writer on FanFiction.net named [insert plagiarist penname] [insert plagiarist profile link]. I am from [insert country you're from].

My original fan fiction short story can be found here: [insert your story link]. I published it on [insert publishing date].

Her/His plagiarized copy can be found here:

[insert link to plagiarized copy]. S/He published it on [insert plagiarized story date].

Copyright law in the United States implies that even a derivative work (which mine is) that cannot be sold enjoys some protection from copyright infringement. We can see this in the realm of approved derivative works such as tie-in novels. I realize this is still a gray area, and is disputed in many venues. However, until a definite ruling comes down which removes fan fiction entirely from under the copyright umbrella, I will claim what rights I do have. [Use this ONLY if your work is also fanfiction AND if you are from the US. Delete if your work is original.]

You may reach me at my email address: [your email address].

I have a good faith belief that the use of the copyrighted work described above is not authorized by the copyright owner (or by a third party who is legally entitled to do so on behalf of the copyright owner) and is otherwise not permitted by law.

I swear that the information contained in this notification is accurate and that I am the copyright owner or have an exclusive right in law to bring infringement proceedings with respect to its use.

Thank you. I look forward to a timely resolution to this matter.

[Add electronic or scanned physical signature, depending on how you are sending this.]

[wolfypuppypiles]

Stamina: Chapter 4

Alec had woken up many times with Magnus, and while they weren’t usually so painful, he still smiled at the sight of his beautiful warlock on his chest.

He lifted a heavy hand to brush the loops of curls from the man’s eyes, frowning at how hard it was to move. He was exhausted and he’d only just woken up, where was the logic in that?

Magnus stirred at Alec’s touch and gasped, sitting awake and taking Alec’s face in his hands.

“Alexander, you’re awake! Oh, I’ve never been so happy to see those beautiful eyes of yours. We almost lost you.”

Alec pressed his cheek to the warlock’s palm and gave him an apologetic smile.

“I’m sorry. What happened?”

Magnus opened his mouth to explain when a yell came from the other room.

“What happened?! I’ll tell you what happened!”

Magnus gave Alec his own apologetic look and whispered as he crawled off the bed.

“Jace is very mad at you. I tried to calm him down but his anger has been building up for the three days you’ve been asleep and I don’t think I can stop him.”

Alec looked suddenly afraid as Magnus stood beside his bed and held his hand. Jace stormed in, face flushed with anger as he stared at his Parabatai.

“I’m glad you’re finally awake because I have a few things to say to you. Firstly, what happened was YOU’RE AN IDIOT!”

Alec flinched as Jace came closer to the bed, hands shaking with fury as he launched into the speech he’d been practicing for days.

“You went on a hunt by yourself, after over using your stamina runes, and you ended up with half your blood supply in a vampire! I found you half dead in that alley, Alec. You stopped breathing.”

Alec looked at Magnus, whose face was full of worry and grief. It must have been bad.

“I’m sorry, Jace but I-“

“What? You couldn’t call me? You couldn’t take a night off to sleep?”

 Alec sighed, feeling so guilty for what he must have put everyone through. And apparently, he’d been out for three days. Jace’s anger had been simmering for all that time and now it was finally boiling over.

 “You were going through a lot, I didn’t want to bother you.”

 Jace made a face, annoyed and offended.

 “Don’t give me that crap, Alec. I would have been there in a heartbeat and you now that! I have always been by your side and I always will be. I stood by you when you said you were going to marry a GIRL because you asked me to. Why would you ever do something so stupid without me there with you? I thought we were best friends, Alec, brothers.”

 “We are.”

“Then why didn’t you talk to me?!”

Jace’s anger was giving way to hurt now and Magnus sensed it was time to take his leave. He patted Alec on the shoulder and left the two to talk. Jace came and sat next to his Parabatai, letting Alec explain.

“I’m sorry, Jace. I wanted to give you some time after everything that happened, but you’re right, I shouldn’t have gone on that hunt alone.”

Jace nodded, crossing his arms. “You’re damn right. That was the stupidest thing you’ve ever done, and I’m including the time you proposed to Lydia.”

Alec raised his eyebrows as Jace squinted at him, and he sighed internally because he knew what was coming next. Everyone knew Alec was protective but when it came to mother-henning, Jace was the pro.

Jace pointed a finger at him. “You’re grounded.”

“What?!”

Jace stood and shook his head, eyebrows raised like a mother hearing talk-back from her unruly children.

“No, you did something stupid and you need to learn your lesson. You are not leaving this bed until you get better, and after that you’ll be on close watch so that you don’t do something so stupid again.”

Alec wanted to argue but Jace was smoothing his blankets and plumping his pillows and Alec knew he was just worried. He relented and sat back in the pillows. He sighed, rolling his eyes.

“Yes, Mom.”

Jace narrowed his eyes at him.

“Don’t sass me, Alexander.”

Alec held his laughter in until Jace left to get him lunch, before allowing himself a chuckle. It was so hard to take Jace seriously when he was so grumpily taking care of him.

Magnus came back in as the blonde left and fluttered his hands over his boyfriend, checking to make sure he was okay.

“You all right? How do you feel? Jace gave you a lot of his strength so you should be feeling a little better.”

Alec nodded and pulled Magnus down onto the bed for a cuddle.

“I’m okay, love. Thanks for taking care of me.”

Magnus happily curled up on Alec’s chest, resting his head on his shoulder as Alec’s arms came around him. He had missed it, and smiled into Alec’s chest.

“Anything for you, angel. I heard Jace call you Alexander, is that bad? Have I been using it wrong this whole time?”

Alec laughed a little and kissed Magnus’ temple.

“No, you’re perfect. It does mean he’s angry but it would be worse if he used my full name.”

Just then, a roar came from the other room, and this time it wasn’t Jace.

“WHERE IS HE? Tell me right now Jace or I swear by the angel I’ll cut off your di-“

“OKAY! He’s in there. God, Izzy, chill.”

Magnus, once again, slid off the bed while Alec prepared himself for the full force of his little sister.

Izzy hadn’t been doing well with her withdrawals but she was almost through them and now that Alec was injured, he had her full attention.

She sprinted in his bedroom and flung herself towards him, Alec barely having enough time to raise his arms before he was pummelled by her.

“Alec, you’re okay!”

He grunted in pain as she slammed into him, burying her face in his neck as he hugged her back.

“Yes, I’m fine. Jace and Magnus healed me. How are you? How’s the withdrawals going? You should be in bed.”

Izzy pulled back and sat on the bed, frowning at her big brother.

“Me? What about you? You should be sleeping, or maybe you should eat something to get your strength up.”

Alec started protesting, telling Izzy that she should take his blanket and Magnus rolled his eyes. They were trying to mother hen each other at the same time. Jace came storming back into the room with a frown and started pulling at the covers.

“Shut up, both of you. Izzy get in bed. I’m making lunch, so you two just sit there and behave.”

He shoved Izzy into the bed beside Alec, with more care than his tone gave, while the girl rolled her eyes.

“Yes Mom.”

Alec laughed and helped tuck Izzy in. “I already used that one.”

Izzy laughed too but Jace was less amused.

“Izzy, don’t talk to Alec, he’s grounded. And Magnus, don’t give him any kisses he doesn’t deserve them.”

Alec whined while Izzy laughed at him.

“What? That’s not fair!”

“Ha, ha, shame.”

Jace tucked Izzy’s blankets up to her chin and kissed her forehead.

“Izzy, don’t tease.”

Alec complained that Izzy was getting affection while he was being punished but all Jace had to say was: “Izzy dizzy is sick, you’re an asshole that refuses to do as he’s told. She gets nice Jace, you don’t.”

Alec grumbled as Jace left to get lunch but Magnus couldn’t stop laughing.

He had never seen Jace this way and no one had ever been able to tell Alec off as well as his siblings. It was rather funny, despite the upsetting circumstances that caused it.

He leant down and snuck a kiss from Alec while Jace was out of the room, and promised to bring tea.

Alec may not have been happy about being so severely reprimanded but in truth he was glad Jace was making such a fuss. It meant he still cared, too much actually. Alec had a tendency to be petty and salty as all hell when mad at someone, but Jace preferred to talk to people. And since Jace had already given his speech, this punishment and mother hen routine meant that he was on his way to forgiving Alec.

Izzy was happy enough to sit beside her big brother and lean on his shoulder as she turned on the T.V and picked a channel.

Alec whined as she landed on a medical documentary about the new discoveries and techniques of autopsies.

“Do you have to watch that? It’s disgusting, Iz.”

She smacked his arm lightly and turned the T.V up, ignoring his complaint.

“It’s interesting and I like it. I’m not watching your dumb shows.”

Jace came back with trays of food, smacking Alec’s hand when he tried to take the remote from Izzy, and handing the two their soup and crackers. Magnus came and sat with them, carrying tea for everyone.

Alec was having trouble eating his soup while the T.V blared on about rib spreaders, and made a face at Jace who was talking animatedly with Magnus about how to properly clean blood from leather jackets.

“Jace, stop stealing my boyfriend.”

Jace sighed and throws his hands up, glaring at his brother.

“By the angel, shut UP Alec. You’re still in time out, just eat your damn crackers, would you?”

Alec pushed his plate away and screwed up his nose as the corpse’s ribs on screen were spilt open.

“I can’t eat with that on, it’s disgusting.”

Jace frowned, while Izzy reiterated, again, how the show was interesting and how, as a forensic pathologist, it was very useful to her. Alec complained some more until Jace came over and pushed his soup back towards him.

“I don’t want it, Jace.”

Jace’s hands flew to his hips and he used his best impression of their mother to tell Alec off.

“Alexander Gideon Lightwood, I did not drag you back from the brink of death to see you waste away just because you refuse to do as your told. Eat your soup and let your sister watch her show.”

Alec groaned, loudly and with force as he picked up his spoon.

“Jesus, you’re annoying when you’re worried.”

Jace smiled and smacked his hand on Alec’s shoulder.

“Yeah, I love you too, brother.”

(This and all my other works can be found on ao3 and fanfiction.com with the same author name as my url on here. pllleeese tell me what you think I worked really hard on this chapter and i may write another one)

Special thanks to @discarded-arc-reactor for the original prompt and for helping with this particular chapter I hope you like it!!