#fictionpress link

[duscarasheddinnswriting]

Christmas 2023 Special: December 25th: Robot Krampus Takes Manhattan

As the tags indicate, I got the idea for this non-canon special from Futurama, specifically the robot Santa's debut in the Season 2 episode Xmas Story.

In this one, though, it doesn't take place in the future. And a variety of families or at least couples from my original fiction multiverse happen to live in the same apartment... even the 27 foot 7 Kendra Rayne. I'm not sure how that's possible, either.

While serving as the captain on a cruise ship, Zander Cookie (the adoptive father of Kaly from Lucky Discovery) hears rumors of a robotic Santa.

You know what the title is, so it's up to you to determine if those rumors are nearly true, partly true, or false.

Anyway...

FictionPress link (I'll release the links to the other sites' releases of this story with their sharing function:

[ploffskinpluffskin]

oh horrible news everyone

i found my very first account on ff.net. it's stilll there. all my stories are still there. the glaring example of what 14-year-old mini masha found Funny is right there in the bio in all its all-caps glory

[queerlilchinchin]

NAYDC Masterlist of Site Link Masterlists

Basically, I'm going to post a masterlist (it'll be very short) of the posts I just made with the masterlists of the links to each chapter according to which site they're posted on.

Here you go. I hope you enjoy the rollercoster that is Never Abandon Your Dying Cat:

Quotev

Fictionpress

Wattpad

Hannah's Writing Index (author site)

This work is currently complete. There's depictions of dead bodies and sadism toward death. There are pretty intense emotions in this and descriptions of the sorrow of losing a beloved animal. Read with caution.

[olderthannetfic]

It looks like what happened to fanfiction net was that godaddy deactivated their dns domain for "child abuse" (all the unwarned for smut fics I spent my OCD teenager years trying to dodge), it's back up now, but I guess this is entirely expected. FictionPress also says that one of the links they got sent didn't even involve any underage content.

--

Sigh.

This is why owning all of the infrastructure from top to bottom is so powerful and not doing so is dangerous.

[mohgreal]

PSA type post for people who use ao3 (mostly meant for people in the elden ring fandom who keep complaining about the fandom incest)

Frist of all, I think I should mention that ao3 is a anti-censorship site and if I remember correctly the creators ship lots of incest and whatnot. The main reason it gets targeted by things like KOSA bill is because it's anti-censorship. This is why you're not supposed to do things like tag petplay with "petp!ay" because 1) this isn't tiktok 2) people who filter it out will see the censored tag

If you really don't like things like incest, rape, abuse, and etc, you have wattpad and fanfiction.net and fictionpress and a bunch of other fan fiction sites right there.

Secondly, you can filter out things on ao3. People don't even know how to use the tagging system. If you want to avoid romance in general, click the "gen" category when searching for a fic.

Second option, you can choose the tag "No romance" or "No smut" and etc.

Funny enough it looks like not many people choose this tag because it's almost all of my fanfiction. A certified mohgreal fanfic is one of the first things that pop up.

So, if people aren't using the tag you can also just filter out tags like rape, smut, abuse, incest or even ships.

How?

Well here's a link to a tutorial:

Note that if you choose this route, it may filter out almost every single subfic (any fic that uses a tag akin to the ones you used) and that you may filter out almost every fic on ao3 ever; Which is why I recommend using a different site for lighter fanfiction.

That's all good luck and godspeed 🫡

[iloveyou-writers]

In case you all haven't noticed, I've decided to stay. I don't recall if I've made an official announcement about it.

I have already deleted most of my actual writing blogs, other than my main, but even that blog, I'm planning to delete all actual writing and just post about writing and life on it. I don't plan to post my writing anymore. I'll post links to the other sites where I have been posting them.

I also might or might not create a blog for writing advice again, now that I've decided to stay but I haven't decided yet. I'll let you all know. But yeah. As of now, I went from having 10+ blogs to I think 5? I kept writeblrsvoid, this one, my main, whozzat writer and the writeblrrag blog.

So yeah, I'll perhaps be around more coming up, but I won't be posting my actual writing itself anymore. :) if you all want to see my writing, you can find me on quotev, fictionpress and wattpad.

~H

[laurasimonsdaughter]

Could you send me a link to your sequel to The Swineherd?

Ehhhh, I wrote that a full 10 years ago, at the end of 2014. I think I did put it up on FictionPress once, but I took it down ages ago.

You're very kind for asking and I will put the story under the read more, but...the passage of time etc. etc.

Also, it doesn't include the story that came before, so it will make more sense if you read Andersen's tale first.

What of the banished princess?

The emperors daughter, driven off by her father, abandoned in the woods, sat down sadly and bowed her head. Her cooking pot and magic rattle did not bring her joy now, she was all alone and so desperate that big tears ran down her pretty face.

She was so engrossed in her own misery that the princess did not hear at first that a set of wagons was approaching. When she finally looked up they were quite close. The wagons were laden with cloth and timber and heavy trunks and a cheerful looking couple smiled at her from the first of the two.

“Look here, look here,” said the plump woman sitting on the wagon box. “A fine lady sitting all alone on a tree stump.”

The wagons halted and the woman and man looked at her. They did not seem unfriendly, but the princess was scared nonetheless.

“Who are you then, fine lady?” the man asked cheerfully.

The princess dared not say she was the emperor's daughter. They would not believe her, and besides, she could not go back there. So perhaps she wasn’t the emperors daughter any more.

“I am an actress,” she said. “But…but I’ve been left behind by my company.” She knew actresses belonged to travelling companies, for there had been a few performances at the palace.

“Och, dearie” the woman said sympathetically. “But then you are in good company, for we are all of us performers. Your troupe must have gone on to the next town, climb up and perhaps you will still catch them.”

The princess climbed up on the wagon box and smiled weakly at the couple. “Thank you,” she said.

“They’ve had you playing the princess too long!” joked the man. “You sound right posh!” And he roared with laughter.

The woman merrily laughed along and the princess tried to look amused. The man urged his horses and called to the wagon behind and so they all set off together.

The princess listened to the happy chatting of the travelling company until they reached the town the woman had spoken of and the wagons stopped at the inn.

“There we are, girly,” the woman said. “Now, where might your company have gone?”

The princess summoned all her courage. “To be honest I had much rather stay with you, if I may,” she said. “They were never very nice to me and you are.”

The woman laughed heartily. “Life’s too short to be unpleasant to people,” she said. “But we don’t do much in the way of fine acting, girly. We do farces and tricks, things to make the folks laugh. Is there anything you can do in that line of entertainment?”

The princess wasn’t quite sure what she meant, but she thought of her playthings that she still had with her, now wrapped in her fine silk shawl.

“I can predict what people are eating all over the city,” she said. “And I have a wonderful rattle that can play every waltz and jig you’ve ever heard of.”

The woman clapped her hands. “Well that surely is a good start!” she said. “You can gather a crowd with your fortune telling and we shall see about your music for in between acts. We don’t perform any fine dancing, but every crowd likes a jig!”

Before the princess could answer the doors of the wagon opened and four children tumbled out.

“There you are, my sleepyheads!” the man called out. “Go and great girly over there.”

The children crowded around the princess and asked her who she was and where she came from and what she could do. And when she’d told them they asked to see her rattle and asked to see her predicting cooking pot and they would have asked a million things more, had their mother not told them it was time for them to go into town and advertise their presence.

So the children, clad in brightly coloured clothes, ran down the streets, yelling and laughing and jumping like acrobats.

“Come along,” the woman told the princess as the motley crew began to take the trunks off the wagon. “We’ll get us some rooms and you out of that cumbersome costume.”

So the princess changed out of her clothes of satin, silk and lace and put on borrowed clothes.

“You look just as fine as I did when I still fit that dress,” the woman laughed. And she took down the princess’ elaborate up-do and braided her hair sensibly down her back. When the princess looked at herself in a small mirror she hardly recognised herself.

“The children will be back before long and the lads will have put up the stage soon enough in this fine weather, let me see what that rattle of yours can do and see if we can’t make some music to draw a crowd.”

The princess had much rather stayed inside, but she told herself: “I am a performer now and these people are very nice to me, so I must go out and try to be entertaining.” The princess had never needed to be entertaining before, because a princess must always be entertained by others.

But she bravely went out onto the town square where the stage was being built and started to swing the rattle. Wonderful dancing music streamed through the air. Soon the children came running and started dancing and frolicking. The princess laughed and she started dancing herself. She swung the rattle high above her head and whirled round and round with the children.

Passers-by slowed down to watch them and a small crowd began to gather. The man climbed on top the still-bare stage and called out in a strong, melodic voice:

“Come one! Come all! Come for the music, stay for the comedy!”

The children darted into the crowd and took people by the hand to dance with them. Some young men led laughing girls into the clearing and soon lots of people were dancing and laughing and whirling.

The man and woman who led the theatre troupe were very pleased. They could tell the princess was not used to this kind of thing at all, but she made the most wonderful music and she was pretty and merry, and that is worth a lot in entertainment.

The play was a great favourite with the crowd and in between acts there were tumblers and jokes and juggling, and the princess cooked a stew in her magical pot until the little bells started singing and the princess mysteriously waved her fingers through the smoke and then said:

“Your wife is cooking you meatloaf, sir,” or: “The maid is letting the roast apples burn, ma’am.”

And the people all laughed and told her that they’d see about that when they came home, but they tipped her very well. After all, predicting the future was one thing, predicting what’s for dinner is quite another.

So the first performance was a great success and they could all return to the inn with high hopes for tomorrow.

The following performance was even more popular. And so many people asked to see the girl that could predict so accurately what was being cooked for dinner, that the princess stood stirring her cooking pot until the very moment the first act began.

The woman was extremely pleased. “You’re a great addition to our company,” she said. “I’m not sorry you were left behind in that forest!”

The princess was not really sorry any more either. She liked the band of actors, who were all so eager to be on stage. She liked the hustle and bustle of laughing people and wondering children. She even liked the stains on her skirt and the runs in her stockings, for that meant she needn’t be so careful all the time.

The troupe left the town and went on to another and the princess stayed with them. She laughed and sung with the children. She tried her best to help the woman with cooking and laundry and dishes, even though she was not very good at it.

In this way the princess went from town to town and as time passed she began to forget the pleasures of life at court. She cut up her silk and satin clothes to make costumes for her new companions.

The princess learned to proclaim and sing, but also to clean and cook. She learned many things and they replaced her perfect vowels, cross-legged curtsies and even the one song she could once play on the piano.

After a while the woman was less anxious to always keep the princess by her side and sometimes she rode in the wagon with the other actors, or walked behind it with one of the young actors, who was so good at fine speeches and tumbling somersaults. He was a kind, cheerful fellow and the princess liked him. He taught her how to join in the puppet show, which could perform even where there was no room for a stage. And he saved the best bedding for her whenever they were obliged to sleep on the road for a night or two.

One day the young man said: “We’ll be passing by the emperor’s palace and pa says we might try to get a gig there.”

The princess felt very strange, but she said: “Oh, I would like to play the palace. I played there once before.”

He had always thought that the pretty girl must have been a very fine actress and he asked what her part had been.

“I played the princess,” she answered. “And very convincingly too.”

“I’m sure you did!” laughed he.

The closer they got to the palace, the more nervous the princess became. She wondered if her father would recognise her and then she wondered even harder if she would want him to.

The wagons stopped in the palace courtyard and several servants and their children ran out to hear news from far away and to see if there was any novelty to be had.

The emperor heard the consternation and said: “What is all that racket?”

“A theatre troupe, your highness,” a footman said with a bow. “Actors, dancers and acrobats, come to amuse the court with your permission.”

The emperor walked to the window and looked down. He saw the wagons and besides them he saw a rag tag of cheerfully clad people. They were laughing and bowing and jumping about. Men were cracking jokes and children were playing and a merry girl sat atop one of the wagons, swinging her bare feet.

“Send them away!” the emperor ordered, turning his head from the sight of such dirt poor happiness. “I am in no mood for their antics!”

The footman bowed and hurried downstairs.

So the theatre company piled into their wagons again and left. They laughed at the grumpy emperor and waved at the cheering children that ran with them for a while.

“His loss,” laughed the young actor.

“And who needs him!” cried the princess, sitting beside him on the wagon, and she laughed with relief.

So now they laughed together, nicely side by side on the wagon box and the woman riding behind them thought they looked uncommonly well together.

The young actor must have thought so too, because a week later he brought the princess a stray kitten that he had found and asked if she’d like to go dancing with him.

The princess was delighted, she’d always wanted a kitten and she the young actor more than any other, and laughed at him for thinking she might not want to go dancing with him.

So out dancing they went, and come back laughing they did. And one fine summer day a wedding was held with bright colours and loud voices and merriment all about.

Only the bride frowned one frown, when she thought of her old father. But right at that moment a nightingale burst out into a sweet song and chased the frown away. So the bride laughed and danced and the groom leaped over the bonfire for joy.

And if the mirth at the wedding is any indication for happiness in married life, it is sure to say that neither the bride nor the groom would ever want for anything from that day on.

[generic-whumperz]

Okay, guys, here’s the deal: I’m considering starting to post on another platform in addition to here just in case anything happens to my account (I have had account issues in the past, and I think it would be nice to have a neat little place where all my whole {non-broken up} chapters live together). I know some platforms are better for reading as opposed to community building, and people have preferences for sites they read on as well, so I would like to give people an option(s).

I know a lot of ya’ll post on Ao3, so I know it’s whump-friendly, and it’s a platform okay with hosting more mature works. Which, honestly, is the biggest determining factor for me as I’m not looking to get flagged and have my stuff taken down for XY&Z (future me is concerned about the general theme, NSFW & gruesome torture scenes, and the like breaking community guidelines and sticking me a permanent ban).

I don’t have an Ao3 account, but I joined the waitlist to get an account last night. I also started making a Wattpad account—if Wattpad is not the move for whumpy works, please yell at me because I don’t know the ins and outs of whump culture elsewhere in the corners of the interwebs, nor have I been in the game for very long!

Thanks for all input and words of advice!

[theboarsbride]

New Tapas cover for TMATB has been competed!!🥀🦋

Feel free to check it out if you like gothic horror ghost spookiness and late Victorian spooks!😳👉👈

You can find a link to read it on Tapas here, a link to read it on ao3 here, and a link to read it on FictionPress here!

[miaqc1]

Full Clean Up Done 🧹

I closed my caard page. No one used it. Deleted the link everywhere.

Also closed my Wattpad account, deleted everything at FictionPress and at FF.net & made the accounts unusable with a temporary email address. No point in keeping them up.

No one reads my stuff on Wattpad. At FictionPress & FF.net, I got some readers the first day then nothing + the "artist scam" spam emails I was getting every day was ticking me off.

I stay on Archive of Our Own and SquidgeWorld, obviously.

If one day another Ao3-clone-like archive opens for all fandom, for all types of works - explicit R18 rating, dark content, fanart, podfics, etc - and without stupid upload limit per day - I hate those! Don't limit me when I want to "work"! -, let me know.

I would be proud to join, crosspost all my things, and help the admins with Tag Wrangling.

I wonder if I should try my luck on Ao3 Tag Wrangling when there is a opening? But I heard they are very strict about who they accept and how the tags are handled.

[klonoafan5]

Welcome to my corner of the web!

about me:

Klonoa (she/her)

autistic

artist/writer (mostly the latter), maker of memes, creator of worlds

stuff i like:

video games

dnd/ttrpgs

anime & cartoons

stuff i post:

dnd (liveblogs)

ramblings (writing woes)

random scribbles

writing (au ideas)

things i make:

reverse au

mcd rewrite

seer au

hedgehog sleep experiment au

(luigi) the music box au

links:

my Ao3

my fictionpress

[duscarasheddinnswriting]

Halloween 2023 Special | November 2nd: Extreme Soccer

This one has even less to do with Halloween.

This one is about a fictional version of soccer combining two clones of Totally Accurate Battle Simulator together (those being Beast Battle Simulator, where you have gore, present-day animals, dinosaurs, a few mythical creatures, some humans, gear you can equip to your opponents, and a soccer mode where both teams focus their attacks on the ball, and Ultimate Epic Battle Simulator, which can probably run at its full framerate even when a battle has ten thousand total units if you have the recommended hardware requirements).

Two women from my original fiction multiverse are tasked with assembling teams to win a best of nine (as in, whoever makes five goals first wins)... but a limitation is that each team has a hard limit of five thousand units (so the field and the ball are massive... but the latter is harmless despite its great size due to being filled with air... even though I doubt it would work that way in real life). They can also give their units cannons whose cannonballs all fire at the same time, have physics, and affect the ball, but to make it fairer, a unit with a cannon counts as two units for the limit on how many there can be.

Anyway...

FictionPress link (I'll release the links to the other sites' releases using their share functions):

[surrogate-fawn]

Poll Time!

[queerlilchinchin]

Never Abandon Your Dying Cat: Fictionpress

Finished chapters of Never Abandon Your Dying Cat on FP:

Chapter One: Queen Bee's Beginnings

Chapter Two: The Fountain of Youth

Chapter Three: The Stranger

Chapter Four: Precious Moments

Chapter Five: The Breakdown

Chapter Six: The Accident

Chapter Seven: Hope Renewed

Chapter Eight: Unpleasant Surprises

Chapter Nine: You Think You Know Someone

Chapter Ten: The Fountain

[olderthannetfic]

Okay I need confirmation about something. We all remember the most recent "FFNet is going to die!!!!" wave, right? I'm not talking about the recent problem people had with the URL of the site (that send you to a weird looking FFnet if you didn't write the "www."). Like, this wave got somehow big, I even remember you answering some asks about it and saying that indeed this "FFNet is gonna die" panic comes at least once a year.

Okay so, I because this wave GOT big the people behind FictionPress posted some things on Twitter, like some sort of roadmap for upcoming updates for the website, not the app, right? And I swear to G-d that one of those twits said SOMETHING about improving/updatind/"modernizing" the looks/IU of the website... They never did, of course.

I remembered this just yesterday and got super curious if THAT was even what they said. And I scrolled on their Twitter account... and scrolled... an scrolled... Did they delete those twits??? Did I allucinate??? I can't find them. Or maybe I passed them, but like. Is not just my imagination, right?

--

I wasn't paying a lot of attention, but I know FictionPress posted something because people were linking to it going "Calm down! FFN isn't dead!"

I don't remember if they promised major UI changes though.

I think I know which panic you're thinking of, and I'm pretty sure it was more than a year ago, so it could also be that you didn't scroll far enough or that twitter is borked.

[theredconversegirl]

~⚠ Important Update: FanFiction.net Email Notification

Hey guys! 

Hope you’re doing well. 💕

Last post of the day, just sharing this in case you missed it: 

Fanfiction.net added a new “opt-in” setting regarding email notifications for new fics and chapter updates. You can read more about this here. 

It seems they are experiencing a core issue behind email delivery and this is a temporary solution of sorts. The option is turned off by default, so if you want to make sure you’ll get fanfic emails from fanfiction.net, check your account settings and turn the option on: 

Tap the More option if your account information/menu is not visible.

Tap your username to go to Account settings or the Account button.

Toggle the Email Opt-In to ON.

Scroll down and tap Save/Update.

After saving/updating, you should receive a confirmation like this that the setting is saved for the next 6 months:

⚠ The Email opt-in self resets every 6 months. Prior to reset, we’ll receive a notification from the system to update this setting again.

If you’re doing this update on web/desktop instead of a mobile, the steps are very similar. Go to settings using this link and select Yes in the Email Opt-In section and click Save.

If I see any other update regarding this email issue, I’ll share here. The Fanfiction.net team is actively sharing updates on twitter: FictionPress 

Wish you all a good night/day! 💕

xoxo