#i should space these snippets out more i'm gonna run out of fic

[anaer]

more time travel fix it fuck it up fic (wip take 2)

in which gojo ends up back in time and decides its time for a hostile takeover

stsg/sukugo, rating: they fuck, your honor

The sex was good, of course. The sex had always been good, even when Gojo was at his most annoyed with Suguru, and Gojo certainly had missed him, somewhere inside of his heart. And his ass. Still, as Suguru fucked into him, entirely too gently (someone else – Suguru – might say it wasn’t soft or gentle, Gojo was just a freak, but it wasn’t his fault no one could satisfy him properly) he couldn’t help but wonder.

“What does Sukuna fuck like, do you think?” he asked.

Suguru paused. “Satoru.”

Gojo blinked up at him. “What?”

“My dick is literally inside of you right now, as you speak.”

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“I swear I’m going to strangle you—"

“Please do, but actually try and make it hurt this time.”

“I hate you so much.”

Gojo grinned wide. “I love you, too, Suguru.”

Suguru glared down at him, unimpressed. “Please stop talking about other men, real or imagined, while I’m actively fucking you, Satoru.”

“Fine, fine; whatever.” Gojo rolled his eyes. Suguru picked up his pace, fucking into Gojo harder. He always fucked harder when he was feeling jealous over nothing. It was better, at least. Probably not as good as Sukuna could fuck, given he was so strong. Like, as strong as Gojo, which felt unreal. He held in the sigh; it would give Suguru the wrong idea, and he was already too emotionally needy sometimes. Gojo had missed that about him.

He wrapped his arms around Suguru’s shoulders and dragged him down for a kiss. It didn’t take super long to finish, and admittedly, the sex was better than he remembered. It was probably how long it had been and the whole ‘Suguru being dead for the past year’ thing making him judge it on a curve. Suguru seemed satisfied too, from the way he dropped down on top of him after he came.

Gojo was nice enough to wait for Suguru to pull his dick out of him and collapse to the side before he continued his train of thought uninterrupted.

“Sukuna has four arms and four eyes. Two mouths. You think he has two dicks? I know I could take both of them.”

Suguru’s eyes opened into slits. “Get the fuck out of my temple.”

[skibasyndrome]

Finally making a pinned post, hope I do this right

my name is Simon, you can call me that or skibasyndrome or any variation of either that you can think of

25-y/o university student with a passion for literature and languages and everything surrounding that (hmu, I will talk about it for hours)

me and tumblr go way back (like... 2012 way back), but it's only through my very recent discovery of Young Royals (August 2023) that I decided to get back into online fan spaces after a long break (best decision ever btw)

I'm gay and a trans man

I mostly just write fics (or talk about writing)

Feel free to reach out and talk to me about anything and everything, I love talking to people :)

things to note about this blog

I will simp about Omar Rudberg. Sorry, I'm just too gay for whatever it is he is doing 24/7

there's almost always a party in my tags because that's where I go to voice my opinions or just be... emotionally affected by things

hope you like Young Royals, because there's rarely anything else on here these days

personal posts are tagged "simon.out."

should go without saying but fuck right off with any -isms or -phobias

See my Young Royals fics below the cut (or at skibasyndrome on ao3)

It seems a place for us to dream (T, 1.8 k)

Or: The things going through Wilhelm's head during that S3 snippet.

You crave the Applause / Yet hate the Attention (E, chaptered, 4/4, 22.3 k)

Or: How Wilhelm realizes that maybe, if you squint a little, he might have a praise kink.

But I'm a vampire smile, you'll meet a sticky end (E, 4.1 k)

Or: Simon's vampire-esque makeup is really doing things to Wilhelm that he didn't expect. A Halloween fic.

In This Together (T, 3.5 k)

Or: Wilhelm tries — and fails — to surprise Simon with hot chocolate. Simon doesn't mind. Contribution to Wilmon Secret Santa 2023.

It's in the water, baby (E, 4.9 k)

Or: A sweet and spicy story sponsored by the infamous Lake Still (TM) s3 promo pic.

Never Letting You Go (E, 5.7 k)

Or: The infamous Hallway Smut (TM) Scene as briefly seen in the S3 trailer and (re)imagined by me. There's light angst, sex, and so many feelings.

Lavender Haze (E, 13.3 k)

Or: Wilhelm spots the most gorgeous man in a nightclub. He's wearing a lavender shirt that makes Wilhelm's head spin and imagination run wild. And a smile that does things to his heart he's not quite sure what to make of yet.

All this shit is new to me (E, chaptered, 3/?, 24 k)

Or: After meeting and hooking up with Simon at a club, Wille needs to figure out what exactly that means for them (or whether there even is a "them" to figure out). A sequel to Lavender Haze.

Wille's Month 2024:

Day 1 (Sandwich): Vegan butter, two slices of Gouda, a few slices of cucumber (G, 1.6 k) Day 8 (Wedding/Engagement): Roots of Love (T, 1.2 k) Day 9 (Riding): Close, Closer (E, 1.3 k) Day 25 (Hands): Got my Hands all over You (E, 7.1 k)

Simon's Month 2024:

Day 2 (Food): I could eat that boy for lunch (M, 7.9 k) (co-written with @iwouldnevergetintofanfic & @pagegirlintraining) Day 14 (Senses): Kyss mig med dinä röda läppar (or, affectionately: the cherry fic) (T, 3.4 k)

Flash The Camera, You're A Star! (T, 10.1 k) (co-written with @pagegirlintraining)

Or: the one where Wille is an even bigger simp than usual and Simon can’t quite stay mad at him.

(ca.)-5-sentence-ficlets

Or: people send me a sentence, I write 5 or more sentences to turn it into a ficlet. wild variety of stories ranging from dark to fluffy to (slightly) steamy (always open for these types of prompts)

YR Kinktober 2024 (Masterpost here)

Day 1: Sit back and watch (I'm gonna dance for you) (masturbation & spit) “Have you never thought about it?” he asks, and Simon is about to chide him for avoiding a question with a follow-up-question, but Wille is pushing on. “I’m just curious,” he says, pointedly casual about it (Simon doesn’t buy it, Wille seldom feels ‘just’ anything, he’s a thinker, that man, sometimes to a fault). “I’ve never seen you do it.” And, as if he’s sensing the protest that’s about to come out of Simon’s mouth: “Without me fucking you, I mean.”

Day 2: Sharpen your teeth, sink into me (marks & biting) “Please,” is all he can muster, eyes squeezed shut against the threat of tears, of overwhelm, of having everything he tried to hold in come spilling out. Not now, he thinks, not yet. He needs more, needs Simon’s mouth and hands and body to coax the raw emotion out of him. Needs to feel it all before he can truly let go. Fingers digging into the skin of Simon’s back, into the straining muscles of his shoulder blades, he swallows again, forces his voice to form the words, broken fragments scattered for Simon to put back together. “Simon,” he breathes. ”Need you, please.”

Day 3: In silence, I'm yours (sound/staying quiet, hands & 69) “Shit,” he whispers, moves to pull away, but is stopped. Simon’s fingers quickly wrap around his wrist, keep it in place, keep it right there, right where it’s firmly pressed over Simon’s mouth. Wille just looks at his palm, then into Simon’s eyes. They’re wide, staring back up at Wille, glinting dangerously. And, for a moment, neither of them moves. It’s Simon who makes the first move, who now, after all, tugs Wille’s palm away from his face. His eyes are still intently boring into Wille’s and, god, Wille feels himself twitch inside of Simon at the sudden charge of the air around them. “Wanna try to make me?” Simon whispers, almost breathless now.

Day 4: Love the shape of your mouth (and the back of your head) (makeup, praise kink, oral sex, deepthroating and light dacryphilia) “You can’t keep saying that,” is all she says as she drops her head down and onto Simon’s stomach. He hears her let out a frustrated little noise into the fabric of his dress shirt, and he laughs, pointedly ignoring the way her proximity to his crotch is making him feel. She's laughing, too, that same carefree laugh that Simon’s been thinking about all evening. He puts a hand on the back of her head, stroking over her hair for a moment. “I mean it, though, Wille” he says, because he’s not going to let her deflect again. “You look stunning.”

[sarandipitywrites]

writing patterns tag game

rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

thanks for the tag, @adhdavinci! let's pretend this wasn't sitting in my drafts for a month 😅 go check out their lines here

passing the tag along (with no pressure) to @i-can-even-burn-salad, @macabremoons, @fanged-writer, @innocentlymacabre, @winterandwords, and an open tag for anyone who wants to share

sooo I'm gonna have to break some rules here bc I don't think I've even worked on 10 fics recently, much less posted them (not more than, like, a snippet at a time, anyway). so i'll start with what i've actually posted, then just... fuck it, we ball?

yeah that sounds good.

'Just stuff my dad into a bag,' she'd said. 'He'll fit, of course he will. Have you seen how small he is? He's bluffing, he won't really turn you into a fern,' she'd said. (Dead Roots, Dark Water, Ch 1)

For all his research, Daxter had never figured out who'd designed the Krimzon Guard Fortress. And it was a good thing, too, because if he ever did, he would shoot the architectural anarchist in the foot, run them over with a hellcat, and throw them in the port. Then he'd fish them out again just so he could shoot them in the face. (DRDW, Ch 2)

Magic and blood sit heavy on V’s tongue. (Untitled Cyberwitch WIP, Ch 1)

The silence amplified everything: the squeak of rusty nails in the boards beneath Luka's feet; the rat-a-tat rattle of the loose panes in the windows; Jules's unsteady breathing as they tapped on their phone; Luka's own stammering heartbeat. "I don't think we should be here." (I Am Alive)

I have always been here. (A Haunted Home)

'The monster is not your enemy.' A half-crushed note, faded and bled, written in his own hand: the only familiar thing in the room where Lienzo had awakened. (The Art of Empty Space (V2), Ch 1)

It was the pain that woke him. (TAES (V1), Ch i-don't-know,-i-didn't-section-this-thing-into-chapters)

The air coated his lungs in a thick layer of smog and exhaust, vapor and sweat and noise, cacophonous clanging competing for his attention. Engines, alarms, voices. Jak let them all in, let them bury him in a landslide of stimulation. It wasn't stale, silent, recirculated air. It was alive, and so was he. (DRDW, Ch 3)

Metal shrieked against metal. Violet paint streaked across the green of his speeder. Screaming. Crackling eco slugs reached out with staticky tendrils as they whizzed by. (DRDW, Ch 10)

The ocean breeze brought with it decay: rotting seaweed infested with sandflies; drowned fish with oil and eco caked in their gills; algae and mildew and rotting wood. Its icy fingers trailed goosebumps down his skin, cooled the blood beneath. (DRDW, Ch 13)

so, if we're looking for patterns, i think it looks like... i really like character voices; starting en media res; and starting with some really vivid descriptions. anything you guys see that i missed?

[transjlawrence]

F,M

F: Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

“Oh,” Dutch had mumbled, not quite sure how to respond to that. Good for Tommy, he guessed. “Cool, man. Don't know what the fuck you're gonna do in Kentucky.” 

Tommy had laughed, throwing his head back with a bright grin lighting up his face. 

“I don't know, man. Ride horses? They have horses and shit in Kentucky,” Tommy had said, sounding genuinely thoughtful. “Don’t they?” 

Dutch snorted, because the hell?

“Fuck if I know, man,” Dutch had replied. “I don’t know shit about Kentucky.”

Tommy had laughed and then there’d been a moment of silence, Tommy staring out into the distance and Dutch looking at Tommy. Ash dropped periodically from his cigarette, staining the wooden deck. 

“Hey,” Tommy had said eventually, turning to face Dutch, beam on his lips. “You should apply too.”

This is from my DutchxTommy fic I'm working on. I'm mostly proud of this because I can hear them saying it and I can picture this scene really clearly. Like there's more to this scene but I also like the thought of Dutch and Tommy talking about college (for context on what this scene is about) and there being some awkwardness and some humor

M: Got any premises on the back burner that you’d care to share?

So, so many, I need to stop starting WIPs and finish the ones I have.i have an idea for a space au with lawrusso because I want to explore the themes of it and also just write lawrusso being silly in space. I think it'd be Johnny is a space pirate who's been lost in space for a while and just wants to go home and Daniel is a cadet for some space academy and they have a run-in that leads them to the edges of the galaxy together. I've mostly just been wanting to write lawrusso silliness or adventures together.

Ask game

[howtotrainyournana]

Let's see those 2020 HLVRAI fics 👏

DANG IT, I KNEW YOU WERE GONNA CALL ME OUT FOR THIS XD

Okay, okay. First snippet, cryptic as all hell, but I WILL tell you it comes from a 5+1 things that got . . . way out of hand by a few ten thousands of words:

"There are moments, however rare, when the universe aligns in such a way that a miracle happens. Some of these miracles are flashy public things that hundreds witness in awe and spectacle. Some are smaller things, shared between a few souls, whose miraculous nature will be known and appreciated and then lost to time. Most, though, are small things. Tiny, in the greater scheme of the universe, and invisible to those they affect. Miracles like following a gut feeling down one street rather than another on your way home and never running into that danger that was waiting for you. Miracles like placing the cereal box that two inches further from the stove than you meant to, so when it falls over it misses the hot pan and no one gets burned. Miracles like deciding that today was the day you actually talked to people at work and made an effort to be outgoing. Miracles like two souls finally working out their differences and matching each other for a brief moment in a place where something like existence itself is extraordinary.

Miracles are not coincidences, though they are shaped like them."

Second snippet/summary, from a fic called "HOW TO ROMANCE A SPACE GOD, I GUESS":

"Listen. Coomer and Bubby have spent the better part of their years playing the back-and-forth game of a forbidden workplace romance. Dating the Gman should be a walk in the park, right?"

There is. So much. In this one document. A lot of it all exists in the same AU, which is summarized by:

"Not-A-Game AU. Not a game, but the heavy hand of fate is heavy, and there is some implication that the grand design of the universe it not as random and changeable as it is thought to be; that maybe there is, in fact, some sort of script dictating what people can and cannot do, and deviation from that is not just not allowed, but mostly impossible. (this is not true in its entirety, but there does seem to be a fair amount of fixed-point nonsense going on that it at least feels true). Also Frenreylatta because I'm WEAK and POLYAMOROUS and also Darnold/Forzen because I'm. Normal. About them."

If anyone has any more questions feel free to ask! This fic has been percolating in my brain again, amongst many

Anyway. You got to listen to me be unhinged about HLVRAI in 2020 in person, so it's only fair that you get to listen to me be unhinged about HLVRAI in 2024 on the internet XD

Love you!!!

[recurring-polynya]

Do I mind if I ask how you approach writing longer fic? I've always struggled to write anything more than maybe two chapters long and I'm curious if you have a particular method to how you approach such stories.

Thank you so much for this ask! I absolutely love it when people ask me for writing advice because it makes me feel like a Smart Person Who Knows Things.

Before we start, here is one grain of salt to take all of this with: I have a naturally long-form brain. It is very hard for me to write something less than 1k. Short fiction is great, and there is nothing wrong with sticking to short things if that's what your brain likes to do.

So. You have decided to write a story. This is going to focus on "stories". Some people write fic that's more freeform or whatever, I am not going to cover that. What I mean by a story is this:

It starts

Some stuff happens

It ends

It is highly probable that your story contains a change of state, which could be that a villain is defeated, or a goal is reached, but it could also be that character falls in love with another, or someone learns to like broccoli.

I like to start out by completing the sentence, "This is a story where _______". This is basically like coming up with a summary for an ao3 post, except that it doesn't need to be catchy. Lots of different kinds of things could go in that blank! It could literally be what happens: This is a story where Ichigo goes back in time and punches young Aizen in the nose. It could be about what you want to explore: This is a story where Hitsugaya gets a better understanding of his zanpakutou. It could be about the vibe you want to achieve: This is an AU where everyone is in a punk rock band and has cool hair and outfits. The idea of this is to clearly define what you, the author, is interested in writing. Make sure it feels right! Maybe you pick the first one, but when you say it out loud, you say, "You know, I really just want Ichigo to go back in time so he can horse around with young Renji and Rukia and punching Aizen in the nose is just an excuse for that." That may sound dumb, but it's fine, actually! Most people don't read stories strictly for the plot, they read stories for the implications of those plots! Will my favorite two characters kiss? Will there be funny interactions between these two groups of characters? Will there be sick fights? Stories are excuses to have scenes. Sometimes, you will have a story where the interesting sequence of events is the draw, but the point is to know what you're about.

Once you feel happy with your "mission statement", you need to decide the bounds of your story: where it starts and where it ends. It may be easier to start with the end. In some cases, it may be obvious from your mission statement: everyone gets home, a villain is defeated, Kenpachi realizes the meaning of friendship. On the other hand, let's look at that punk rock AU. You've picked a vibe, but you don't really have a natural story arc. It has to have a destination, though, otherwise, it's not really a story, it's a recipe for 3 chapters of an abandoned fanfic. So brainstorm a little: Maybe they get a record deal? Maybe they win a Battle of the Bands? Maybe Byakuya accepts that the band is actually good and tells Rukia he is proud of her. Do not settle for a plot just because it works. Pick something that makes you excited! You're the one who is gonna have to write it!

I said that we needed to pick a beginning point, too, but I'm actually going to skip that for now. The next thing I do is think of all the Big Scenes I want to write, the ones you are hype to write, the ones that pop in your head as you think about the premise. Make a bullet list. They don't need to be in order. The descriptions don't need to be super detailed, but write down anything about it that is important to you. If there's a mood or a snippet of dialogue or a joke you want to make, go ahead and jot that down so you don't forget it later. What you're doing now is putting broad blotches of color on a canvas, filling in space and leaving the detail for later.

Once you are pretty happy with what you have down, try to arrange it in chronological order. Put your end at the end (if it wasn't one of your big scenes, add it now). The next task is figuring out how to traverse your scenes. You've already picked out where you want to spend the majority of your energy. The rest, I regret to tell you, is your slog writing. Now, it often happens that you will find joy in some of these scenes and your best writing may occur there, but that's serendipity. These are the scenes that you are gonna have to make yourself sit down and write, so you honestly want to limit them to just the ones you need.

So how do we do this? Look at the first thing on the list. Can you start there? If so, congrats, that's your beginning. If you can't, what needs to happen to get to there? Where can you start so that you can get to your first fun scene as soon as possible? There. That’s it. You’ve picked your beginning, good job! Now, go through the rest of your list, and add in things that must happen, even if you don’t particularly look forward to writing them. The characters need to travel from geographic point A to point B. Shuuhei needs to say something that Izuru hears and misinterprets. The Central 46 makes a new law. If you have a good idea of how these things happen, go ahead and write them down, but it’s okay if you don’t know yet. Fill in all the blanks so that if you think of each bullet list as a scene, you could read it as a story, start to end. Once you get writing, you might add more scenes, or move things around or whatever, but you should have a thing that functions as a story.

If you struggle with this, an alternative is a story with a very strong structure that is going to guide you though what you have to write.Here are two examples from my own stories Hold On, Hold On (which is only one chapter, but the principle is the same) is structured around the 5 stages of grief. Not Broken, Just Bent takes place over roughly a week, and I just decided what happened every day of the week. See You on the Other Side takes place in the middle of a bunch of canon events, which worked at mile markers.

Congratulations. You’ve just made a rough outline!

Special note for avoiding burnout!: I am a slogger. I will drag myself through the broken glass of an interminable plot to get to a single thirsty scene. That's why, at this stage, I try to look at the ratio of what I want to write to what I must write. It's gonna vary for everyone, but this is a hobby, and if looking at this proto-outline makes you feel deeply tired, maybe this isn't a good story to be devoting your time to! Can you carve it down? Can you chuck two scenes you really want to write and get rid of 80% of the slog? Or maybe you can't! In that case, just write that thirsty scene as a standalone drabble! Or just go work on something else! Maybe in the future, this one will come back to you and you’ll have a fresh idea or a renewed enthusiasm for it.

Another thing I sometimes like to do at this point is to write out some notes about my characters and their motivations and moods. Character A is homesick. Character B is so determined to defeat the enemy that they are having a hard time being sympathetic to Character A. Character C cares for both A and B and is trying to support them both. This is sort of background info that you want to keep in your head as you are writing. Depending on the type of story you are writing, this might actually be the main plot, or it might be happening subtly, but adding to the emotional impact of the story. It’s very easy for me to write these sorts of emotional arcs, but if you struggle with that, you may wish to go ahead and made a more detailed outline for that, too.

Now, it’s time to start writing! I am great at beginnings-- it is very often the case for me that the opening scene was one of my Big Tentpole Scenes. (Before you hate me too much, I make up for this by being double horrible at endings; just let me have this) Usually, I will start at the beginning and write linearly for as long as I can until I get stuck. Then, I will look forward on my outline and do the next chronological scene that I feel like writing. In general, if I sit down to write and there is something I have an urge to write, that trumps everything else. Inspiration is a precious commodity, and you should embrace it when it hits! You can slog any day. I will occasionally hold off writing a scene that I really want to, because I am saving it, like a prize for myself for getting that far. This is a very personal process of figuring out what motivates your brain and then giving your brain what it needs to be its most productive.

Eventually, you will run out of things you are excited to write, but the good news is, you’ve got a bunch of story now! Odds are that what’s left is going to be a lot of those connective tissue scenes, and you’re just going to have to do them, except that now, because you’re connecting two concrete points instead of two abstract points, it will be a lot easier. You can continue running jokes you’ve started. Maybe you invented a cafe in an earlier scene where your characters hang out and you can have them return there. Try to think of ways to make these scenes more fun, both for yourself to write and for your reader to read. 

Around this time, I like to start refining that rough strokes outline into what I will call an “as-built” outline. (This is an engineering term where you update your plans or models for something to reflect any changes that had to be made along the way). This is a great activity to do at times when you feel like you have writers block. I write down every scene I have written as a 2-3 word blurb, in order. I break the scenes into what I think makes logical chapters, and I will do a word count on those prospective chapters and write it down. As you do this, you will realize that maybe you can move a scene from here to there, which will make it 1000% easier to write. Things may be happening too much, or you’ve got the characters eating three times in the same chapter. If you have subplots and dangling threads, this is where you make sure they get closure. I know this sounds very headache-y, but you are so far along in the story at this point that it’s really not-- it’s a way to look at the problems you have left. Use some sort of formatting (I like to bold things I haven’t done and sometimes I put them in red) and it gives you a very visual to-do list.

You specifically mentioned multi-chapter fanfics and I admit that I don’t tend to think in chapters, I tend to think of the story as a whole and just break it up where it feels natural. The as-built outlining I described is very helpful in making sure that my chapters feel balanced. They don’t necessarily need to be the same length, but I like them to have the same amount of stuff in them. One chapter may basically contain one long scene, and other may contain many short ones. I don’t tend to, but you can certainly have a fanfic that varies between short and long chapters, that can actually be an interesting effect. But like I said, I always like to know what I am doing, and so having it mapped out, you can say “welp, this is what I’ve done, how do I feel about that?”

Polynya, you may be saying at this point, do you write the whole fanfic before you post any of it? and I regret to inform you, the answer is yes. A lot of people write as they go, and I have made one attempt at this and I didn’t like it. I don’t like locking myself in, I just need to be able write out of order and go back and change things. Here is the story of a little in love: someone gave me an AU prompt and I got mildly obsessed with it, and wrote 5 snapshots drabbles in that universe, ending with a slight cliffhanger ending. I probably should have stopped there, but I decided to keep going. I wrote out an outline of 5 acts where the first act was detailed to the degree of each chapter being specified. The chapters here were much smaller than I usually make chapters: 1-2k. I wrote act i and ii and it was actually great, and then I hit act iii which required a lot of set up for misunderstandings and a mini romance arc. I couldn’t wing it, but nor could I figure it all out with outlining. I write dialogue in almost sort of an improv “Yes, and...?” style, so until I do it, I don’t know what’s going to happen. So, what I did was treat the second half of act iii as a complete story in the process I describe above, wrote the entire rest of it, and then posted it. One might notice that the chapter lengths grew to 3-5k each. I have two more acts to go, and I haven’t decided how I am going to do them yet, but I suspect I will treat each of them as their own mini-stories.

(I will admit that in Heart is a Muscle, I tend toward chapters that are about 10k long, and this is honestly too long, someone should smack me. If you like punchy chapters, 1-2k is good. I think 3-6k is probably an ideal chapter length. Is this how long the chapters are in my latest fanfic? Absolutely not.)

Okay, so there’s one more step, which is quality control. I am habitual re-reader-- I read my fanfics-in-progress over and over and over while I am working on them. I understand that not everyone does this, but I am usually the primary audience for my own writing, and this is the actual fun part for me. Nevertheless, you should re-read your work at least once, to make sure it hangs together.

This is purely optional, but I recommend it: get a writing friend (if you don’t like re-reading your work, I recommend this even more strongly). If you can get a full-service beta reader, that’s great, but if you can’t find someone, or if receiving that level of critique stresses you out, it’s perfectly valid to just find a friend who will read your stuff and a) shower you with compliments, b) reassure you about parts you aren’t sure about (or suggest ways to help) and c) point out any huge problems you missed. When I am writing a long fanfic, it is a huge motivational factor for me to be able to send my beta chapters as I finish them. If you are already an established writer, and you have people who consistently comment on your fic, they might be overjoyed to get a sneak peak at your work.

And that’s it! That’s the way I do it, anyway! Some people are able to sit down and write a very detailed outline and the write it start-to-finish. Good for them, I say! I have tried this and it doesn’t work great for me. I will admit that some of my fics (especially my early ones) I just sat down and banged out whole-cloth like an insane person and they are generally better than the ones I actually plan out, but that’s not a reproducible process.

As one final mechanical note, I usually write in Google Docs, which I can access on multiple devices (I used to write a lot on my phone), has convenient sharing functionality, and I use the ao3 html formatting script add-in. I generally have two documents for a single story-- one is the outline, and any other notes I want to have handy. I’ll usually put a trashcan space at the bottom for scenes that got cut but I don’t want to lose. The other is the fanfic itself.

I hope this is helpful! Please feel free to follow up with other questions and good luck with your writing!

[anika-ann]

✨Writer ask game✨

🖊📊🍰

Hiii, my sweets 🥰

So. Let's get this show on the road.

🍰 Name one of your fave comfort fics (doesn’t have to be your all time fave).

One? ONE? 😭 Uhm. I don't know. Depends on the mood and on the time I'm willing to give it 🙈 But, this one came to mind right now, so here: A French Kiss

📊 Current number of WIPs

Are we talking about the ones I at least looked at in the past 30 days? 😅 I always prided myself in working on one because if I don't work on sth for long then it's harder and harder to come back. So let's say 3 (soulmate AU, His Luck Charm and Attached 'verse one shot)

🖊 Post a snippet from a current WIP.

I am no good at snippets. I'm gonna tease you with an Attached 500-word sneak peek under the cut🤭

Thank you so much for asking 🥰

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Sneak peek - Attached one shot (to be named)

Warnings: angry/upset Steeb (sooorry) and language

You removed the pan from the burner with a huff, leaning onto the counter just to breathe through the assault of emotions.

You eyed the ingredients scattered all over the counter, starring at them murderously.

So here you were walking the extra mile to comfort Steve in case he needed it, neglecting your studies and other things, while he planned to chit-chat with—

Nope. This was absurd. You were being absurd. There was literally no prove Steve was about to come home later than planned because he ran into her. For all you knew, a student might have requested an extra session and Steve’s big heart couldn’t turn them down. Surely that was it-

With a sigh that somehow turned into a whine on its way out, you turned the heater on again, swiftly continuing on the lasagne. If anything, it already smelled pretty good, so if nothing else, you could finish what you started and have delicious dinner to gain strength to deal with whatever was about to come thought your door later.

You didn’t get the chance.

The meal was still in the oven with a few minutes left to be done when you heard Steve’s keys jingle in the lock, the long-awaited sound followed by him kicking down his shoes.

And by the slam of the door so loud you jumped five feet above the ground, scared out of your mind, you guessed that Steve was in a terrible mood.

Purposeful heavy footsteps followed and you gulped, turning off the over in anticipation of something more urgent you’d have to tend to.

The moment Steve appeared in your field of vision, you noticed the scowl on his face – one you expected given how loud his arrival was.

What you didn’t expect was him shutting you down completely.

“Hey-“ you greeted him but before you could make your way to him, he just raised a hand in your direction, not even bothering to stop in his stride or to look at you.

It was the door to the bathroom that slammed this time, lock falling into place with a click and all you could hear next was the water running and Steve’s not-so-subtle curse.

You stared at the door, speechless, heart hammering in your chest in fright.

…okay. That was a different kind of upset that you had anticipated. You couldn’t decide if this was better or worse.

The muffled fucking SHIT reached your ears and you concluded that B was correct. This was so much worse.

Was this about Steve’s ex? Was it about something else? Was it wise to approach him despite his clear wordless request to be alone? Should you give him space?

You knew he wouldn’t hurt you if you tried to follow him, there was no questioning that, but he was really really pissed. And that meant he might pick up a fight.

You didn’t want to fight with him. Ever. You hated that.

Biting your lip, noting the minute tremble of your hands, you took a deep breath to calm your frantic mind. Space. Steve needed space.