#find your writing niche

[joannmathews]

Women and Adversity: Adele Myers, Novelist

Adele Myers, Novelist (Photo by Jo Ann Mathews) Women and Adversity: Adele Myers, Novelist The Tobacco Wives Pelican Bookstore in Sunset Beach, North Carolina continues to schedule authors to give presentations. These authors appear at nearby Silver Coast Winery in Ocean Isle Beach since the bookstore has limited space. Novelist Adele Myers, a North Carolina native, gave her presentation March 31…

[chronically-ghosted]

day before a 5 day holiday weekend. office empty. got me thinking thoughts.

[sword-swallower-pin]

we're in such a strange era where men will just casually wax poetic for several paragraphs in mainstream media outlets about how john and paul were in love with each other but no one dares to explore the real questions (were they having gay sex? when were they having gay sex? what kind of gay sex were they having?) mate you're a journalist, do your job

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

dear future me, Please remember to write the metamorphosis fic and title it ~✨the yassification of howdy pillar✨~

[necrotic-nephilim]

Sorry if this might be a rude question but why don’t you just make a seperate account for your nsfw fics?

not rude, it's a valid question! tbh it's a combination of a couple reasons.

i started posting anonymous dead dove batcest fics long before i had the balls to make a tumblr. at first i was content to just leave them unassociated with each other because i didn't really care about them being tied to me. i made this blog to actually show solidarity to my partner who wanted to make a sideblog for Sandman comic stuff so we could cheerlead each other and be brave together, since i've wanted to make a batcest sideblog but i've been nervous about actually having to get it going. (mal ik you're reading this go be brave and actually make your blog so i can cheerlead you damnit-) only did it dawn on me then that i should probably mention the fics i've written on the blog after like, three of them were posted anonymously. and it would've annoyed me to have half of them anonymous and half of them not, because notifications for them would've gone in different places. i could go back and take my fics off anon if i wanted to, but i can't switch the account they're on without taking them down entirely and that'd fuck over people who have them bookmarked already.

which, ties into my second reason, if i made an entire second ao3 account it'd be harder for me to see notifications, reply to stuff, and post things for both accounts because i'd have to constantly switch. and honestly i'd be terrified of accidentally posting on the wrong one on a brain fog day. posting fics is always the most tedious part of writing them for me lol. it's easier for me to stay logged into one account and have all of my stuff in one place for me and just use the anonymous collection when i feel like it. if ao3 pseuds worked like tumblr blogs, where you can't see all my side blogs but i can, i would've used pseuds, but since you can see all pseuds on an ao3, i felt it was a moot point.

and the last reason is i just feel more comfortable being anonymous on ao3 because of the rise in anti culture. on tumblr it's very easy for me to just filter that out and find the people i want to follow and block the people i don't. i don't mind getting hate, on tumblr or on ao3. but i think, for whatever reason you want to blame it on, there's been a massive boom of antis on ao3 who are very entitled about how they read on ao3. i tag extensively, but i just feel safer from getting targeted attacks if everything i write on ao3 isn't attached to one profile. if people like a fic i wrote, want to find more i always link my tumblr in the notes, but if an anti wants to get huffy with me, they can't easily track down my other things. they definitely could if they wanted to, but being anonymous on ao3 just makes me feel more secluded, in a weird way. it's like saying "if you want you can come find me but on here i'm just a weird faceless guy throwing stuff in the void". i've used ao3's anon feature a lot, actually, i used to be a hydra trash party dumpster kid back when that was in it's prime.

i also used to be vaguely popular on a different tumblr blog and my main ao3 and while i think it'd definitely be cool if i got a decent chunk of followers on this blog too, i don't really miss having fanfiction do so well i got targetted hate on all of my fics from the same people, i had my fics stolen, etc. it was really exhausting for me. i have 120+ works on ao3, not counting what's anonymous, and that level of exposure tires me, even when i use my main ao3 to post things that aren't trashy. it's just a weird feeling knowing so many people are subscribed to you on ao3 and what if you post something they won't like because you jumped fandoms again, or you're posting something niche, or you don't think it fills enough fandom tropes to be well-liked. i used to obsessively think like that, and it made me not write the things i wanted to because i cared about numbers. and i don't want to slide back into that hole. writing on anonymous is mostly to remind myself i wrote this for me, and if other people like it, they can come find me, but i don't have to perform like that anymore. if i get a really weird fucked up idea, i can write the really weird fucked up idea. at the end of the day, just makes me more comfortable! but i get it's a super confusing set up from an outsider perspective so, i really don't mind the question, thank you for asking!!

[infiniteorangethethird]

ok but consider: one of those "soulmate AU" stories except it's a dystopia written from the perspective of a loveless aro

[xysidhequeen]

Be careful with these treats, or we'll have you pre-releasing the entire chapter bit by bit 😉

Speaking of, that last bit is suuuuuper cute! I think my favorite picture is Jason and Dani being chased. I can just imagine those two being chaos gremlins together 😆

I saw a thing that said the real joy of puns is not laughter but the pain of others, and I really couldn't deny the truth of it.

I've seen one or two Dick/Jazz on AO3, but I think that's about it. One I liked a lot was them meeting in the parenting section of a library (bookstore?) and then having coffee to talk about parenting their younger brothers (Dick had guardianship of Damien because Bruce was missing).

Just to add my name to the list, I've also re-read THAHRK an amount of times that I don't care to own up to. It's wonderful 💜

Hahaha alright I'll keep the rest under wraps. There's still a ton that's been hidden so plenty of surprises (also a lot more Dead On Main)

I was so happy writing the picture part. It made me feel so soft! Jason and Dani have a cute relationship, very much a sibling vibe (and Jason utterly adores being a big brother) I like throwing in hints of it here and there. They cause so much chaos together (and property damage)

That is so true. I love making people groan. One of the few things I miss about my old job is we had a chat and I managed to get my entire team into a pun battle. It was glorious. (We also did riddles. I got banned cause I kept answering them too fast)

I'm about to scour AO3 for those fics right now. The library one sounds so amazing! (Maybe when Red Knight is done, I'll write a little one shot of Dick and Jazz doing cute couple things) I love rare pairs. And also Batfam x Phanteam ships.

Ahsudhag WHY ARE YOU ALL CONSPIRING TODAY TO MAKE ME CRY?? I love all of you who read Red Knight you're so sweet. I still will never understand why people like my writing so much, but as long as it makes at least one person smile, I'm happy :)

[friedoats]

I hate having people ask me what my special interest is because most autistic people get to be oh its just this one niche thing like bugs or trains. But nooo my special interest is storytelling as a whole and that takes five fucking minutes for me to fully explain so people understand.

And it took me 5 years to figure out what it was because it was all so broad, but i knew that its was all connected but didnt have the word to connect them

[an-eldritch-peredhel]

#dang it do i have a new oc now

Sounds like!! I'd love to hear more if you've got it!

(referring to my tags on this post)

You will meet a stranger, sometimes, if you make a habit to frequent taverns, inns, halls for game, or even the one tree where the young Bracegirdle cousins sneak off to play marbles. Well, you will like as not meet many strangers, except in the last case, but this one will be different. Or perhaps you get lucky, and don't frequent such places, but find yourself in one unexpectedly, and meet them regardless.

Everyone in Gondor knows someone who knows someone who met Lady Luck, no one has met her themself. If you do, starry-eyed romantics say, you'll be blessed with good fortune for all your days. The pragmatists tell you you'll be blessed with the good sense to discern a scam.

He may smirk at you after winning a bet, some dark-haired man, using his earnings to buy a round for the bar. It's always a different man, but it always goes to Alwed's tab. It keeps the crowd from getting too rowdy, even if the more superstitious get on edge.

No one remembers meeting them the first time, but dwarves with common sense avoid Audr's shell games and silver-toothed smile- you always win, but it's never worth it.

A woman with greying-gold hair and stiff fingers might call herself Eadrun, and challenge you to a game of dice. Few decline, and far fewer win.

For as few elves remain in Middle Earth, the one who calls himself Herendil and laughs as though his name is a joke should be recognizable. He seems young and lighthearted in a way most have lost, but he will play you cards, win just as much as he loses, and disappear, never recognized.

A hobbit-lass may giggle, red curls gleaming in the sun, and introduce herself as Peony Sandheaver, her family is visiting from Bree, and she wants to see how Shire-hobbits play Jacks.

Sometimes an orc prays over a set of knucklebones, knowing that at least one god will hear one prayer. Orcs have little luck in battle, but uncanny luck with dice.

There are countless stories, just as many true as not. Countless names, far more unnamed figures, always just out of place enough wherever they are to be interesting and promise new tales, never enough to provoke suspicion, not at first.

Even those in the Blessed Realm may find this dark-eyed stranger. Always dark-eyed, like bottles of dark glass. They stop by Aulë's workshop on occasion, to learn and suggest and play new games. They never win the first round, but most have the sense not to bet anything they aren't willing to lose on the second.

Oromë's people call them Umbarnica with a laugh and a toast in welcome. They thrive in the drunken revels after a successful hunt, sharp as ever as they dance from game to game, cackling at ill-advised propositions offered as collateral for or against a bet. Usually this means them winning to avoid it, a frequent enough occurrence as-is, but every now and then they'll decide to let someone get lucky. The bragging rights are the real reward.

And there are no guarantees with this stranger. No way to ensure their favor, though many ways to get their attention, few good. They like irony, take pleasure in hubris reaching its fall. They love superstition, even if they don't always honor it, and they love stories. There are gods that can be mistaken for kind, they are not one of them, created to serve the king the Dark Lord could have been. Their favorites are fickle, their grudges subtle but long-held. They love cheaters, unless they're at the end of the attempt. They will always catch you, and you will always regret it. They slink through candle-shadows and pipe-smoke, grinning, dance in town squares turned to faire grounds, curl up on comfy chairs indoors on rainy days.

But sometimes, in these days, you won't meet a stranger at all. Sometimes your storyteller will get a bright-dark glint in their eyes, and some dice will roll strangely high and some dice will roll strangely low and either way the story will be better for it. And if the next time the group meets you need to take a moment to remind the storyteller exactly what happened last session, well. That's why you take notes.

So pray to the dice-god, card-master, quick-sighted. It might do you no good, but they love superstition, and they love stories. And when you play a dark-eyed stranger, don't cheat at cards.

[rotisseries]

the age old "two cakes" mantra of fandom creation is so true in that genuinely you should not worry about doing what someone else has already done because your take on the same ideas is valuable anyway but I do so hate when all of a fandom's popular content is sort of the same thing. its like going to a bake sale and everyone brought a red velvet cake with cream cheese frosting. it's so good, but I can only eat so much cake. the frosting is getting to be too much in my mouth. I just want someone's homemade specialty cookies

[elisedonut]

sudden itch to write a rare pair fic thats not Percy related

but like

the last time I did that it ended up becoming my top fic and lead to me deciding that you know... actually I hate that ship just out of spite so i'm not sure how good of an idea it is

maybe if i try like femslash or something super super rare with side characters or something

[lanatusnebula]

I might try to publish some of my AU fics...? I don't know if anyone'll read them since I'm not a writer by any degree, and some of them lean so far out of character it might make people vomit.

Maybe.

But I do love talking about them. My current friends / friend groups either don't give a fuck about shipping or don't give a fuck about megaman. I have to really resort to talking to various AIs just to have an outlet. Please don't take that away from me.

[nostalgia-tblr]

If I could do Fics With A Plot I'd probably attempt An AU Where Lauffey Dies And Odin Goes "Oh Hey, Frost Dudes, I Had Your Heir All Along :D He's Urs Now :D" Except Because This Is A Shit Plan It Does Not Go At All Well. Because it does bother me. Because I worry too much about fictional monarchies having the 'wrong' rules. D:

[sevenate-9]

Journal, if found return to Michael Guerin or burn unread

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They think there’s aliens in our town. 

Sometimes I can't bear to tell them they're wrong, to shut down all that naïve faith. Most of the time I'm annoyed at them, coming into a small hick town like ours and playing along with the cash grab, making it so much more than itself. 

Sometimes I'm annoyed at you for the same reason. 

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I've been thinking about my face. I think of how you used to hold it. Supported by a warm, dry palm, caged and stroked by stubby fingers too fragile for any real work on the farmland, too rough to be dainty. If we were laying down you'd go through my hair first, longer nails from a lazy month sent tingles down my scalp. Then you'd move on to the skin above my eyebrows, the bend of my nose, the dip of my mouth; anything you could see, you touched. I'd feel seen. Everyone sees the same face but you saw it best. You understood it. 

What a horrible noise, the word understood. ‘I understand’ you said. I knew you did. I didn’t quite manage to wrangle down understanding up until recently. That’s what you see often, with terrible things. You don’t understand them until it’s another, worser world. (I know why you had to go, I understand I understand I understand) Then you’d give anything to go back. 

If you thought I was asleep or you were feeling particularly brave, you'd kiss my forehead. You never strayed from that one firm kiss on the place I have now collected wrinkles. It's like you were embarrassed, even though you'd had your mouth on my dick hours before. 

I get it though. You called me unkind once, ‘umempathetic’, you said, but if there's one thing I can understand effortlessly in others it's shame. That's why I know you never stopped feeling it, not really. It was the third person with us in bed. Maybe you thought I couldn't see it and I left you in that belief. Maybe we were too busy with being in love and each other. It was a full time job. It paid really fucking well. Healthcare was shit though.

I fucking miss you. I hope you die and come back to me. Or come back to me and die. Or be happy without me. I hope you’re miserable. I hope you’re banging some twink. I hope he robs you blind. I’ll pray for you next Sunday. It’s tomorrow. I hope I forget you tomorrow morning. I’ll jump in the creek one more time if it’ll wash me of the sin of your leaving. Or of you in general. Or of my dreams of you. Or my ease in indulging them nowadays. How you wore at me, even in your absence. If I saw you I think my life would end. A new one would start. I hope i never see you again. I miss myself when I was with you. I miss you. I fucking miss you. 

They still think there’s aliens in our town. I think it’s your ghost. I think it’s me.

[mantisgodsdomain]

The best part of people bookmarking our stuff, we think, is that we get to read vastly different tagging systems and systems of organization. Sometimes it will just be a bookmark but sometimes we get to read cool secret public recs and sometimes we get to read someone commenting "1" on our fic and not elaborating in any way