#fic writer Friday

[floorboardchompingfridays]

Some Advice For People Leaving Comments on Fanfics:

“I liked your fic”

Nice, but basic and easy to overlook

Doesn’t compel the author to do anything other than take the compliment

Sounds like you might be a bot (ew)

“I am going to eat your floorboards!”

Unique and attention grabbing

Makes me second guess whether I should have bought that insurance

Sounds like you might be a termite (how did a termite learn to type????)

[frownyalfred]

Things you might not realize are affecting your ao3 readership:

Putting unrelated fics into one compilation instead of series or collections

Not tagging your fics/“haha I’m so bad at tagging!”

Tagging all of the ships in a fandom instead of the relevant ones to the story

“This is my first fic ever”/ “I’m really not a good writer” / “sorry if this is crap”

Summaries that say “sorry don’t think I will update much” or “might be abandoned idk”

Tagging “r@pe” or “unaliving” etc instead of the actual tag so people can filter/exclude

NOT tagging major, relevant tags or kinks without using the “creator chose not to use archive warnings” option

Telling people how bad your writing is and how you hate it so much and how they shouldn’t even be reading your fic (self deprecation)

Weird punctuation: not starting new quotes or descriptions on a new line, and/or putting extremely long blocks of text on the page without a break

[bluishfrog]

Inspired by "complete" by norethor

Fic Art Friday - event tag - event description

[epersonae]

five fic friday

let's go with comfort fics today, huh?

nothing could touch it (G, 1411) by @asneakyfox - HOW HAVE I NOT RECOMMENDED THIS BEFORE, a masterpiece of Ed POV immediately after Izzy's death, the subtlety and nuance in such a short piece!

After the Storm (T, 2964) by @oatmilktruther - my note in my existing bookmark says "For when it's hard" and yeah. Modern AU Ed coming out of a depression.

Our Little Secret (M, 5865) by @piratecaptainscaptainpirates - yes, I have a soft spot for this flavor of oblivious mutual pining, and something about how this handles (knee) surgery and recovery was very healing for me personally.

Warmth In a One-Night Bed (T, 2923) by @chaotic-neutral-knitter - just a very tender Ed POV missing scene set at the end of 2x4.

Rinse and Repeat (E, 106K) by @theyellowestmustard - so you need something long to cope? this'll do it; a sweet funny modern AU where they're both hair stylists. I read this originally as it was first posted and maybe I'll go reread it this weekend.

[mahikamihan]

👋🏽 Hi dtblrinas, artists, writers, editors, webweavers, readers and everyone in between! Just a little reminder that the second Fic Art Friday is coming up, we are excited to see what you all have in store. Last friday was spectacularly inspiring, the blobs are painting their own art from the fics you recommended now! (Sapnap became the designated water boy blob) 💦

⭐️ If this is your first time, here's a little primer so you know what to do and how to tag so everyone can see and appreciate your hard work. And here's the tag where you can see all the previous artworks if you want some inspiration (or recommended fics to read 😉)

Happy summer art-ing! And feel free to come talk to us for any exciting ideas or stewing questions.

-Blu (@bluishfrog) & Yumi (@mahikamihan)

[the-golden-comet]

✨Thankful Thursday/Favorite Fiction Friday✨

Hi everyone! This week has been kind of crazy, but I haven’t forgotten. June’s a fantastic month for many different reasons: Pride, end of the fiscal year, for some it’s the end of the school year. But, there are many things to be thankful for.

I will start with, a MASSIVE thank you to @autism-purgatory , who made me fanart of Peter Hart that I am still gushing about and showing to my husband. You took time out of your day to draw my characters and make me smile, and I cannot thank you enough for that. I know how much joy it brings to see your characters come to life, and really inspire people. Thank you, G.J.

HUGE thank you to @thatuselesshuman who made me laugh from this meme about my stories, because it is entirely accurate and hilarious. Another one for my collection ✨

Gigantic thanks to @gioiaalbanoart, @wyked-ao3 and @sunglasses-in-the-bentley , who are reading Peter Hart for a second time (anyone else who is, please let me know too!) To read my works the first time is a gigantic honor; to go through the adventure again is one of the highest praises for an author, next to receiving fanart, fanworks, and fanfiction.

Thank you to this kind stranger, who made me beam all day from this comment. And thank you this community, who has shown so much kindness and support that I wonder why I’ve kept my talents hidden so long. Well, NO MORE. You will get art, you will get stories, you will get support, the best way I know how. I will do my best

Okay, enough gushing. Here are my favorite authors, and my favorite fiction from them:

@autism-purgatory — Loop Of The Hollow

@alinacapellabooks —The Tengu and the Angel

@gioiaalbanoart — Too Far Gone?

@justabigoldnerd — I Am Your Lover (I Am Your Jailor)

@fortunatetragedy — Doom Metal Love Story

@wyked-ao3 — Tuesday event or is it

@poorreputation — Dimples

@sunglasses-in-the-bentley — I Won’t Hurt You

@pippinoftheshire — Sing Me A Lullaby Before I Go

@lychhiker-writes — Snippet Dump

@brigidfromthecelts — The Devil’s Sonata

@dyrewrites — Before Deluca

@froggy-pposto — oblation

@deanwax — Cycle’s End

@far-cry-from-finality — The World’s Not Ending As Long As We’re In It

@theverumproject — The Verum Project

@snugglesquiggle — Hostile Takeover

@zackprincebooks — Dear Heart

@bookish-karina — Your Average Fangirl

@glasshouses-and-stones — The system’s breaking down

@thatuselesshuman — Bloody Hands are Kind

@piscesapplelady35 — As Lethal As Holy Water

@shards-things — Meant To Be

@sic-sempervirens — Taarasthari

@katenewmanwrites — Whispers In The Moonlight

@noblebs — Everything With Teeth

I’m most likely missing a few, but if YOU know of some amazing authors and literature, feel free to add to this list and spread the positivity!

For everyone reading this: Your fiction is fantastic, your stories are inspiring, and you are an amazing writer, artist, and human on this planet. Thank you for everything. 💫

[luxinwonderland]

why's Cody looking at him like that??

how dare he be this cute?!!

my ♥️ can't take it !

& the way Randy looks at him is SICK too

ps., I’m working on a new chapter for the Candyland Arc ( goal is to publish it Dec. 1st )

& I’m revising Heart Work vol. 1, stay tuned treasured readers!

[bunnis-monsters]

🎄Bunni’s Christmas Commission Discounts🎄

Hihi! Because I wanna make some Christmas money to spend on friends and family, here are some deals I’ll be having for the Christmas season!

My commission prices for context

THESE DEALS END DECEMBER 20TH

Deals

-my 5k word commissions are currently $5 off

-if you request a Christmas themed story, you can get an additional +500 words added to it for free as long as it’s a monster x reader(has to be a 1k+ word comm)

-spend over $30 on my commissions in total and get a free 800 word fic

Note: Christmas themed fics will be prioritized, regardless of when I receive them. There is a waitlist for getting your fics done. Any commissions received during this time will be started in January at the earliest, and depending on your spot in line it could take a while for you to receive your fic.

[kinardsevan]

Fuck-it Friday

Remember what I said about mindsets? I’ve been thinking about this scene in my head for weeks, and finally managed to get it written out last night. We’re still AGES away from this chapter being done, but have a morsel of the next chapter of it’s gonna be alright (piece by piece) (aka aneurysm fic).

“Hi my love,” he whispers to him.

Evan doesn’t respond, but he does tug on Tommy’s arm until he manages to get him to move it, and then grabs his wrist and shifts his hand up until it’s resting on his chest, broad and warm. Tommy smiles down at him, watching briefly.

“That feel better?” He asks. “You want a heating pad?”

“Jus’ you,” Evan whispers back, letting his eyes flutter shut again for a few moments. Tommy leans forward and kisses his forehead, and then pushes the call button for the nurses station.

“That’s a nice sentiment, but a heating pad would be more sterile,” he replies.

When the nurse enters, Tommy apprises her of the situation, and she’s in and out in a few minutes, returning with a heating pad fairly quickly. Evan whines again when Tommy moves his hand away, but settles quickly when the heating pad gets rested on his chest.

They’re still in the same position—Tommy brushing his fingers through Evan’s curls while he rests—when the door opens again. Maddie enters the room with Phillip, and Tommy glances up at them with Evan’s gaze following.

“Hey,” Evan rasps from the bed.

Maddie and Phillip exchange a look, and the frustration on Maddie’s face is palpable. Evan glances back and forth between them and then over at Tommy, who is just as confused.

“What?” Evan asks.

“Tell him,” Maddie states to their father. Tommy straightens up in his seat. There’s something about the tone of Maddie’s voice making his need to protect Evan kick in.

“I talked to your mother this morning-..”

“No,” Tommy states firmly.

“Look-..”

“I said I didn’t want her here,” Evan rasps, his brow furrowing in irritation. He glances over at Tommy and then back at Maddie and Phillip.

“Buck, she’s worried-..”

“He flat-out said you that he didn’t want her here,” Tommy counters, trying to keep his emotions in check. He’s ready to scream, but he knows well enough that this is not the place to be having that argument.

“She’s his mother-..”

“She told me that I’d been corrupted by Tommy,” Evan argues. “That I was sending myself to hell if I decided to stay with him. She’s not welcome here.” He’s leaning up off the bed now, just slightly, but Tommy can already see the pull in the wires running in and out of him.

“Baby,” he warns. “Wires.”

“Buck, she’s worried-..”

“She doesn’t get to be worried!” Evan growls at the older man. “She wasn’t here when shit went to hell at work for three months. She didn’t give a fuck when I broke my wrist last year and had to have surgery then. She showed up in town at least half a dozen times to visit Maddie, Chim, and Jee-Yun, and didn’t call or text me once. But because it’s something she feels bad about, I should make room for her? Why? Why is everything about her?” 

“Evan-..” 

“Hey.” The doors to the room are open, and Dr. Tomlin is standing inside of them, looking around the room, all but glaring at Phillip as he takes in the scene. “Brand-new, fresh out of heart surgery. Stress is not fucking good.”

Evan nods, anger still present on his face. “I want you to leave,” he states toward his father.

“Buck-..”

“He asked you to leave,” Tommy counters. He glances over at Dr. Tomlin, and then back at Phillip. “Unless you’d prefer for us to call security.”

Phillip looks around at each of them, and Dr. Tomlin’s hand is already on his phone, ready to make the call, even though his gaze is locked on Evan’s heart monitor, watching for signs of distress. A few seconds later, Phillip huffs and steps out of the room in the space between Dr. Tomlin and the door.

“I’m so sorry, you guys,” Maddie states before following after them.

Evan glances between Tommy and Dr. Tomlin. “Don’t let him back in here.”

“He won’t be,” Dr. Tomlin confirms.

[groovinrightalong]

FINALLY WROTE SOMETHING AGAIN!!!

Consider this a sneak peek for the next chapter of So Tell Me What’s Wrong With the Feeling? (Which has taken four months to come out😭)

[starz-n-stuff]

Writing the second half of a Dead Tired/Brain Dead/ Tim/Danny fic that did surprisingly well in the short amount of time it’s been up and goddamit there’s going to be three parts now. It was supposed to be a one shot 🙂‍↕️

It’s called Last Friday Night by Jam_n_toast on ao3 if anyone is interested in checking it out, I’ll keep posting little updates on it here too

[steddieunderdogfics]

STEDDIE UNDERDOG AUGUST CALENDAR

A new month is here!! Time for more challenges, themes, and writer's spotlights!!

Upcoming Challenge Mondays:

8/5 -- Fics with 8/8 chapters (complete)

8/12 -- Fics with one word titles

8/19 -- Fics with an even bookmarks

8/26 -- Fics between 10k - 20k words

Upcoming Writer's Wednesdays:

8/7 - @skepsiss

8/14 - @stevestark

8/21 - @fandomlover1992

8/28 - @afewproblems

Upcoming Theme Weekends:

8/3 - 8/4 -- Transgender Characters

8/17 - 8/18 -- Fantasy AU

8/31 - 9/1 -- Tattoo Artist AU

Friday August 23rd is @oh-stars' Mod Spotlight day!

The Last Friday of every month will have a new calendar release!

CHECK OUT OUR LINKS BELOW TO PARTICIPATE!

Nominate an author for WRITER'S SPOTLIGHT here!

Vote on our next THEME WEEEK here!

Suggest a CHALLENGE for Challenge Mondays here!

Submit a fic through our ASK!

You can see our previously recommended fics here!

[dalekinapaintedparadise]

[fridaycomments]

Friday Comments !!!

I imagine that you have been deliciously devouring many fics this days. BUT! Have you fed your writers with a proper comment? Some of them may be a little malnourished due to the lack of feedback.

We will rally under this cause every friday from now on.

How to participate?

- Install the comment box to make commenting easier on AO3

Go to the fic that you are reading right now and comment on it. Or go through your History and check on one of the fics you already read.

Reblog!

Recommend the fics you commented on!

Tag a friend who might want to participate!

Create a chain.

Tag the fandoms from your recommendations.

Cool People participating!

@dykekakashi, @kidsomeday, @sisterprocrastinator, @4701rose, @shiningstardan

Send a message or ask if you want me to tag you!

[my-cabbages-gorl]

Happy Flash Fic Friday ❤️ @flashfictionfridayofficial Title: two stars (midnight blue) Fandom: ATLA (pairing Aang/Zuko) Word Count: 995 Rating: Somewhere between Gen-Teen+ Tags: Post-canon, future fic, friendship, romance, (Aang is 18, Zuko is 22) s/o out to The Japan Society for providing some history for the legend of the Tanabata and the Star Festival that makes an appearance in this fic ~

As the moon lures salt waves further from the shore, each residual lap of surf swells gently against their feet. The sun has long set, but the warmth of the Ember Island summer still radiates from the sand that cradles their shoulders.

Back up at the house, their friends prepare a first-night feast of elephant koi and cabbage noodles. The laughter and commotion and reconnecting of their first day at the beach subside with the evening tide, leaving- mysteriously yet predictably- Aang and Zuko alone together.

Backs to warm, wet earth and bare chests facing the starry expanse, something bizarre, but familiar passes between them in traded stolen glances in the dim moonlight.

Neither of them speaks for a while, but that’s alright. As two men who spend their lives performing in the public eye, restorative silence is a rare treat they eagerly indulge in together.

“Do you see those two stars?” Zuko breaks the stillness, pointing up into the expanse of blue midnight.

“Which two?” Aang asks, nudging a bit closer to Zuko’s shoulder.

“Those two, the ones that are almost overlapping,” Zuko closes the last few inches between them, shoulders now pressed, cheeks close enough to feel their radiating heat. He points again, one eye closed, “One is slightly bluish around the edge, the other more yellow.”

Inhaling and exhaling slowly, Aang fights his focus to stay on the sky. “Okay, yeah, I see them.”

Zuko drops his hand to his chest, tight with a sting almost as familiar as the rhythm of his own heart. From the stillness of the forest in Pohuai six years ago to Ember Island’s shore and every step they’ve taken in between—some mad yearning has followed them both. Try as they may, neither of them has found a way to shake the ghost of this ever-present dull ache, this unanswered question.

Perhaps, neither of them wanted to.

The rush of tumbling pebbles around their ankles snaps Zuko back. He continues, “When I was really little, our mom once took Azula and me to the Tanabata festival to celebrate the return of these two stars to one another.”

“Return?"

“It only happens once a year. The old story goes that they’re lovers, Orihime and Hikoboshi. They fell in love almost instantly. But, they were forbidden from one another. And once, during the summer every year, they are allowed to reunite. Only for one night.“

“That’s beautiful. And... tragic,” Aang turns on his side to face Zuko, cheek on his fist and elbow digging into the warm sand, “Why couldn’t they be together?”

“Honestly, it’s been so long that that story has been in my head,” Zuko angles his face to Aang, their eyes meeting in the strange salty mist of the evening, “I can’t really remember why it was forbidden in the first place.”

For a few moments of gold searching grey, there is nothing but the rise and fall of surf and stilted breath.

Aang swallows, needing to find something to do with his hands and some reason to look away, he traces lines into the sand between them. “So, they just live their lives, waiting? For something that they only get to have in tiny glimpses?”

“I guess so.” Zuko says, watching Aang’s every nervous movement.

“Well, what happens? Do they ever try to leave it all behind, just run far and fast and find a way to be together?” In the way Aang’s grey eyes glimmer when he looks at Zuko again, they seem to catch every constellation, every star-crossed love story smattering the cosmos.

“Open to interpretation, I think.” Zuko swallows, holding Aang’s gaze with a gentleness that says more than it should. He wonders if Aang can sense the jump in his pulse through the sand.

He can.

Aang knows this dance. It’s a kindness, an agreement they’ve entreated upon many times before. In moments that feel too precarious for their friendship to hold, they invent some code, some shared shadow to hide themselves under to escape the oppressive light of the truth behind their words.

But here, in the dark, with ancient forbidden love illuminating the night sky, something reckless curls around them like the sea water swelling around their ankles.

Aang inhales uneasily, testing the feel of his impending breach in his throat. After another breath, it breaks loose, “How would you want it to end, then? If you could rewrite the story?” His whisper so raw and honest he can barely hear it.

Zuko blinks in incredulous silence. Aang waits.

“Aang.” Zuko pleads, breathy with warning.

Drawing his brow together, Aang reaches to ghost the lines of Zuko’s neck. 

Zuko stiffens, breath quickening under Aang’s fingertips. Under his skin, Aang can feel blood pounding with a speed that sends a strange warmth skittering over his skin.

Zuko swallows, throat brittle, “Don’t you already know what I would say?” he barely whispers.

“Maybe I don't,” Aang murmurs, hand fitting against Zuko’s cheek, fingers dancing at the edge of his scar, “Maybe a glimpse here and there is enough. Maybe you think love stories are better that way.”

Before he can register it, Zuko is shaking his head no and his damp palm is flush against the blue arrow of Aang’s hand.

“No?” Aang says, a laugh shaped breath passes through him, “That’s good. That would make for a terrible story.”

They look at one another, mirth and helplessness and hunger thrashing in the thick ocean air between them. Zuko’s eyes find Aang’s lips in the moonlight and reflexively, after all this time, Zuko still tries to bite back the surging feeling that he wants to move. Aang’s lips part gently and the split second of motion is enough to rattle Zuko’s resolve loose from its foundation.

So, he moves. Finally. Aang does, too. They move in soft mouths and rushing exhales and wandering hands. And as they do—far away in the heavens above, two star-crossed lovers find their way to one another in the pure inevitability of long-awaited collide.

[mahikamihan]

And The Universe Answered by Bagelrites/@bagelrites

“Then where have you been? And why the hell does it take a fucking baby for you to come!?”

Bad’s jaw hung open, Skeppy’s words loud enough to almost echo through the small frame of the car. He slammed his hands on the wheel and bent forward, shivering with sobs, and Bad gulped, doing his utmost to keep from crying, too.

“Oh, Skeppy… I never meant for—I didn’t want—I hate thinking that I hurt you.” Bad rubbed his back, hands gentle. Cautious. “I love you a lot. Like, so much. It’s not your fault I’m—I’m just—all messed up. With relationships and stuff like that.”

“Clearly,” Skeppy scoffed, trying to sound mean again, but his voice was too wet for it to really be effective.