#i'm a pretty newbie writer

[riceballmari]

ever since i saw the "what if machi lived in the tent instead of tohru" fic idea under another what-if fic, i haven't gotten the idea out of my head. i miiiiight write something about it, but idk if i'm cut out for writing long-ass multi-chapter fics, especially ones above 6 chapters.

[pangur-and-grim]

okay sorry, one other thing annoyed me about that writing class. one of the students is this super clean-cut doctor who works at an HIV clinic, and he asked the prof "do you ever get distracted while reading books, because you find yourself analyzing the craft of them instead of sinking into the story?"

and she said "no," and turned away. and the whole class laughed awkwardly, bc it was a pretty abrupt and dismissive answer. so then she turned back to him and said "you wouldn't ask a musician if they get distracted listening to songs. they just enjoy the music."

but I dunno, I'm a newbie writer with only one (scheduled-to-be-published) book under my belt, but I get distracted sometimes when I'm reading. if I find I'm not sinking into a block of text, I'll squint at it and be like "okay, they're using too much passive voice, that's why my brain isn't grabbing on to it." so I'm sorry Mr. HIV doctor, I thought your question was reasonable!

[strawberries-and-summer-days]

This request may be a little cliché but can i ask for a Percy one shot where,since he’s new at the camp,he gets hurt during sword practice and apollo daughter!reader is the one that takes care of him?Thank you😙

YOU'RE AN IDIOT JACKSON *ੈ✩‧₊˚

paring: percy jackson x apollo!fem!reader

warnings: swearing like twice

a/n: asdkjsgad i had so much fun writing this!! sorry it took me so long to get around to and its so short ive been in such a writers block i swear. i was writing this a like 12am freezing cold and tired but babes here it is!! (i might write something like the later one when im not as sleep deprived and cold lol)

when the new kid at camp was rushed into the infirmary with a shirt wrapped around his arm you instantly groaned and shot luke a threatening look.

"i'm going to kill you if you hurt another newbie sword fighting."

luke's already present grin grew even bigger. "its not as bad as it looks i promise." he helped the boy onto the table and sat across from him while you worked.

"what's your name?" you ask, already knowing it but trying to be polite - he's the boy who killed the minotaur - of course you knew his name.

"the names luke."

"I swear to god-" you spin around and shove luke out the infirmary. "don't come back for a whole week luke, break your record."

after sending you a wink and devilish grin he leaves to head back to sparring and you're left with a very confused and very pretty boy. what? who said that?

you spin back around and smile at percy. "so what was your name again? i think mr d was saying something about a peter?" you tease.

"its uh, percy."

"nice to meet you percy, i'm y/n," you say extending your hand to shake but thinking better of it when he goes to move his injured one.

as you set to work healing him his eyes fill with wonder. "who is your parent?"

"hades," you joke, but when percy's eyes go wide you quickly amend. "kidding, its apollo. y'know hence the singing and glowing shit."

"language!" one of your siblings yells from behind you.

"sorry!" you call back winking at percy. he cracks a grin and you both dissolve into giggles.

from then it doesn't take long for you to heal percy, luke was right in the end it was worse than it looked. "ok you're all done, i'd avoid sword sparring with luke for a while though."

percy goes to leave but then turns back to you. "um, okay so i don't know where i'm going."

laughing you lead him out og the infirmary. "come on i'll show you around."

you show percy around camp - for what you're assuming is the second time - annd gossip and update him on all the need to knows about camp.

"and yeah basically that is why my sister no longer wear her favourite shirt," you smile. occasionally sneaking peeks at percy. he does the same but you don't see it.

as you walk him back to the hermes cabin he asks, "who do you think my godly parent is?"

that stumps you for a moment, "i dunno, maybe you're an apollo like me," you shrug as you arrived at hermes and you spot luke's shit-eating grin.

"i don't wanna be an apollo though," percy says.

"what you hate me that much? geez, i didn't realise i was that bad," you joke.

"no, cause if you're my sister, it'd be weird if i like you."

and with that he smiles and walks inside leaving you with a open mouth and internal squealing.

[l0velynalani]

"𝙲𝚘𝚌𝚘𝚊 𝙱𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙺𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜"

♡Dazai relationship headcannons♡

If you ever sleep with this man (NOT LIKE THAT) he with 100% stick to you like glue and complain it's cold 

^^Arms wrapped around you like he's scared you’ll disappear (just comfort this man PLS)

Those bandages get disgusting after a while so if your that deep into the relationship he’ll let you change them for him

Unironically uses brain rot terms..(you can't change my mind)

If you were to cook for him he’ll be so dramatic and act like you just lifted heaven and earth

SCENARIO:

“Bella~! All this just for a little old me? You should’ve had it!! Dazai flaunts around with a bowl of noodles in his hand and a stupid lovesick smile “Dazai..it's just noodles?” you deadpanned at him “THE BEST NOODLES!” Dazai corrects you. You can see the light in his eyes. “Okay okay just sit down and eat,don’t want you ruining the “best” noodles” you chuckle as you sit down at the table with Dazai.

If you work at the agency then all the thoughts of work just left through Dazai’s ear (not like there was any to begin with) just to tease you and push your buttons

Let's be real Dazai is irresponsible and probably doesn't wash his hair that often so either you noice and offer to do it or Dazai gets over dramatic and begs you do to it cause “Your hair is so pretty do my hair like yours but then again everything you do is pretty!”-Dazai..probably (sorry bald people)

Yk that one episode where a gang hurts the manager of the cafe that the ADA members go to? And then Dazai gets real mad and they all hunt the gang down? that's the equivalent of what's gonna happen if someone were to hurt you

He probably using really corny pick up lines in order to commit a double suicide with you (its so embarassing but so adorable) but thats because if hes gonna die it should be with you

A/n:some may be inaccurate but remember im still a newbie writer! I might do a poll for what to write next so suggest some characters for me to put in the poll

P.S: Im trying to post often but if I'm delayed I apolgie in advance I dont have a set shecdule

Do not reblog,plagerize or post on different platforms without my permission

[exo-raskreia]

hey.... i wanna know your honest Thoughts on the jjk ending? Give a rating out 10. Honestly i'm ranting. I mean the good things in the chapter were sukuna's conclusion, the flashback with gojo , queen utahime being alive yay and the nice art with everyone at the end. Usually i would wait for a story to finish before ranting/judging but my god this kinda sucked. I don't want to be too critical but god I am just disappointed and kinda mad. Overall it is an okay/mid manga ;). Gege is not worst writer but ughh. Aot or mha sure they have their flaws but my god..These should never be compared to THIS. so now we could really say that gojo stayed south. With the full chapter, this does not change my opinion cause it still kinda sucks overall even with the whole north vs south meaning. Nothing really changed in the society or lessons maybe except for yuji and sukuna. The kiddos all really went back to missions huh after everything. I have alot to say with relationships and bonds, wasted potential on many aspects but that is a whole other discussion. i totally understand we can't write a backstory for every single character but that is not what i am insinuating here and yes there should be room for a little literary interpretation . That a whole different topic... Anyways I agree with alot your rants. i would like to hear your opinions. In the end we never got to see a gjhm flashback unfortunately. Ok so let say gojo is dead dead I find it hard to believe no was like remembering or acknowledging not even his comrades ( examples shoko, utahime etc_ or the students (i mean i am pretty sure these characters would but i would like to SEE it you know) and so many hints were gearing for gojo's revival but it is meaningless... and was used for pr ngl that's sad. Maybe the anime would do better at some aspects but i will be salty anyways. i will see uta's dance ;) animated so that i looking forward to and ig the maki's massacre. it looks like it's open ending but really!? They are some loop holes but HEY FEAR not we will probably see answers to our questions in the q&a segment! sigh. I lowkey do not want a "jjk part 2" it is draining. Gege when i catch you. I think gege intended this story to be short oh well. I have alot to say but this gonna be a novel lol. Sorry for errors i was in a moment and i hoped you understood what i wanted to say. Hope the gojohime fandom would not die and looking forward to see some nice content.

Thankyou

I already went on a mini rant here. If I have to rate the ending, I'd say maybe 2-4 out of 10?

JJK really did turn out kinda mid. It has an easy anime to get into (the anime carries it mostly 🫣), to recommend for newbies, but that ending will make one hesitate to recommend it now. Maybe wouldn't even bother to.

I'm also disappointed & mad. I don't even wanna consider that Gojo is fully dead (cuz Gege went about it so terribly). Gege skipped Gojo's whole month after his unsealing then killed him off-panel a few chapters later. The north & south thing was pointless. We didn't even get to see Gojo make a choice. There were so many hints about his potential revival but they amounted to nothing.

Summed up in this image:

This Tweet sums up the terrible mishandling of Gojo's character too 😡. This other short thread pretty much says that his "death" didn't make sense for Gojo either; accepting to stay at the airport is him regressing to his teen self. It doesn't properly conclude Gojo's character arc at all. He was meant to MOVE ON from the loss of his "springtime of youth" & continue to strive for a better future with his comrades & students; the future that HE DREAMED OF 😤 (oof, don't wanna rant further on Gojo; don't wanna make this longer 😅).

Honestly, the fan theories made the story seem much better than it actually was. At least with this ending, people can finally start seeing & admitting that Gege isn't a great writer. I've certainly never thought he was 😒; I once went on a rant here about most issues with this manga, one of them being how terribly fast-paced it is. This story is the definition of wasted potential. So many missed opportunities.

Whatever Gege comes up with for the databook, it'll be infuriating. He'll try to fill in the plot holes but man, I don't think it'll be satisfying. He might not even answer the burning questions everyone has (just like Kub0 never answered everyone's burning questions about the Bl3ach ED, or more like, no one dared to ask. Maybe he himself didn't allow those questions for his interviews 😒). Hope ppl don't give him any more money, especially cuz he's still milking Gojo, such as with that Hidden Inventory movie no one asked for.

I kinda wanted a Twilight: Breaking Dawn Part 1 ending (lol) & then on to the supposed JJK part 2, esp cuz of this sketch here but Gege fumbled hard.

Wonder if Mappa could deliver but we'll see. I only care about GojoHime's 200% Hollow Purple now. Gege made me lose most interest I had for other things getting animated. Just thinking about that ending will mostly ruin my experience... 😞

I also hope the GojoHime fandom continues to thrive. We've always lived off of crumbs... Hope ppl continue to make headcanons, fanfics, fanart, etc... I wouldn't want ppl to leave such a beautiful ship with so much potential 🥺 (I've been thru this type of thing before with Bl3ach, so despite the disappointment, I've stuck around in my ship fandoms only. I don't engage with anything else in that series. Another beloved series of mine also ended terribly but unfortunately, the fandom kinda faded or became inactive cuz it's a manhwa 🥺; if it at least had a proper anime adaptation, then...).

Let's stay strong, GojoHime fam! 🥹❤️‍🩹

[uniquexusposts]

Her || Charles Leclerc

Main characters: Charles Leclerc x OC Genre: fanfiction, fluff  Story type: novel  Part: 35/? Word count: 1875 Co writer: @mistrose23

Story summary: Matilde Jørgensen, the new Scuderia Ferrari team principal, faced the nerve-wracking challenge of reviving the team's fortunes and aiming for a championship. Leading a historic team as a 'newbie' and separating her work and personal opinions posed a significant challenge. The big question: is she capable to do so?

Previous chapter

Chapter 33. Successful Girl Era

"Never did I ever imagine I would do a shoot and interview for Vogue," Matilde said, peering into the mirror of the makeup trailer, her reflection framed by the soft, flattering lights. She adjusted the edge of her robe and glanced sideways at Charles and Carlos, whose hair was meticulously styled. The room buzzed with activity; stylists flitting around, makeup artists working their magic, and the occasional burst of laughter from the crew. "Have you ever done a shoot for Vogue before?" she asked, curiosity lacing her tone.

Carlos, who had been staring thoughtfully at his reflection, shook his head with a grin. "It's a first-timer for me as well. But I'm excited. This is pretty surreal. Never thought being a F1 driver would bring me this."

Charles, already in a professional styling session, looked up with a smile. "I have. This will be my second time for Vogue Italia," he said.

"Share your tips and tricks," Matilde responded. "Not gonna lie, I feel like I'm on The Kardashians. Eye patches? Check. Hairstylist? Check. Makeup stylist? Check. Stylist for clothes? Check."

Right at that moment, the hair stylist introduced herself to Matilde. She was telling the plans with Matilde's hair for the shoot.

The stylist removed the hair tie from Matilde's hair. "I have researched you and your looks and you always wear your hair in your signature blowout. I see your natural curls now. I'm planning to style your curls. They look stunning and very healthy," the girl said and looked at Matilde via the mirror while she touched the blonde curls.

Matilde stared at her reflection, her curls falling freely for the first time that day. She had kept her hair up in a tight bun, hiding her natural texture, feeling more comfortable with the sleek, polished look of a blowout. The thought of revealing her curls, of stepping outside her usual comfort zone, made her uneasy. She took a deep breath, her eyes flickering with uncertainty. "I was hoping for a blowout," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "But if you think curls would work better..."

The stylist's fingers gently caressed Matilde's curls, as if trying to convince them, and Matilde, of their worth. "Trust me, they'll look amazing. We can do something really special with them. I promise you'll love it."

Charles looked next to him, picking up the conversation. He heard how the stylist tried to convince Matilde to wear her curls, but it made Matilde look uncomfortable and insecure. Who made her feel like this? Her curls were beautiful. "Your curls look beautiful on you," Charles said and warmly smiled. "I like them."

She looked at him, her heart skipping a beat. Her lips parted. She quickly looked away, hoping she could stop her cheeks from turning pink. Matilde cleared her throat and looked at the stylist, sharing a polite smile. "I prefer not to show them, sorry."

"No, don't be sorry," the stylist smiled. "No is also an answer."

The hairstylist began on Matilde's hair, doing a classic blowout. In the meantime, someone else started to work on her makeup and the outfit options were being discussed. The stylist noticed the Scandinavian style on Matilde. She thought it was fun to mix the minimalist style with the Italian fashion, but by only wearing Danish designers. The stylist thought it was cool to add a touch of home to the outfits for Matilde.

Her first outfit was a black shirt, white wide-leg trousers and flats. While she was being styled, Charles and Carlos had to wear the typical Ferrari outfit every team member had to wear during a Grand Prix. Matilde was the main person in this shoot and interview, so she had to stand out from everyone.

"Oh, my god," she whispered to herself when she stood alone in the trailer. Her look was complete. She was being styled by the best. She was wearing high-end designer clothes. Matilde took a deep breath and smiled. She was so incredibly nervous, but she was so excited. Photo. She grabbed her phone and took a photo of herself in the mirror.

As she stepped outside, to the track, she got greeted by a lot of people. She felt like she was a celebrity. A smile got on her face when she saw Charles and Carlos wearing their team outfit.

"I would almost say the team clothes look better on you than just the usual shirt," Matilde called out with a playful grin as she approached the two of them. Her teasing brought a laugh from both Charles and Carlos, who shared a glance at each other. Even the three mechanics involved in the shoot - Mario, Abele, and Alessandro - joined in on the joke.

"They got the looks, huh?" Mario chimed in with a wink. "I'll have them straight to work in no time."

Matilde giggled at their banter, her nerves now fading into the background. She pulled out her phone and waved it in the air. "Let me take a photo. You all look too good not to capture this moment." She snapped a quick picture of the boys, all of them posing with exaggerated seriousness before breaking into laughter.

The director of the shoot was asking for everyone's attention, wanting to explain the planning of the photoshoot. "I would like to start with the group shot with the car and then take Matilde for a few solo shoots. If we have time left, I want to bring in the drivers for a photo with Matilde. In an hour and a half, Vogue will start the interview with Matilde."

As the team began to set up, Mario approached Matilde with a step next to the F1 car. "Take your shoes off," he instructed.

Just like Mario asked, Matilde took her shoes off and stepped on the step next to the Ferrari. She looked around; so many people were moving around to get things happen. She waited for the sign so she could get into the car.

"Okay, we are ready," the director said.

With the help of Mario, she got in the car. "This is tight," she murmured, a hint of amusement in her voice as she adjusted herself, her legs now stretched out in front of her, the pedals just within reach. "And low."

"First time?"

"Yes," she replied softly, her eyes watching as Alessandro clicked the steering wheel into place in front of her.

It felt weighty, solid, and yet somehow more delicate than she imagined. Her hands hovered over the wheel for a brief moment before she grasped it lightly, her fingers tracing the contours of the controls. She had worked on many cars, and helped build engines that would power these machines to incredible speeds, but this... this was different. Now she understood the cocoon-like nature of the car; the way it wrapped around the driver, isolating them from the outside world, turning everything else into background noise.

"Let's do a test shot!" The director's voice echoed through the garage as he moved toward his setup, eyes scanning the camera feed on his laptop.

Matilde's breath caught in her throat as she heard the photographer's voice next. "Matilde, look at me. Boys, get ready, act like you're about to perform a pit stop," he directed.

She shifted her gaze toward the lens, focusing as the mechanics moved into position around the car, tools in hand, bodies tense as if ready to spring into action at any moment. The photographer circled around them, capturing every detail; her poised in the driver's seat, the mechanics ready for the pit stop, the perfect moment of anticipation before everything burst into motion.

But then, the director's voice cut through the organised chaos. "I need a cushion for Matilde, she's drowning in the shot," he said, his tone calm but decisive as he examined the test shots on the screen.

Matilde chuckled softly to herself, her amusement hidden behind a small smile. She knew she wasn't exactly built for a Formula 1 cockpit, and the seat, designed for drivers who spent hours moulding their bodies to fit every contour of the car, felt far too large for her. But at the same time, too small. She didn't fit the seat. She pulled herself up, so the cushion could slide beneath her. Once she sat down again, she could oversee everything better and her posture was more confident.

The photographer glanced up from his camera, giving an approving nod. "Perfect, Matilde, now just lean forward a bit more. There you go. We're back on track."

Just like Matilde was asked to, she leaned slightly forward, her hands resting casually on the steering wheel. She looked into the lens. And as Tyra Banks said: smize; smile with your eyes. She softened her expression, letting her eyes do the talking, conveying confidence and composure. At that moment, she wasn't just a passenger in the car; she embodied the strength and precision of the team surrounding her.

The photographer moved around, snapping multiple shots, capturing not just the car but the essence of teamwork. Each crew member had fallen into place, their movements fluid and unforced. They weren't merely posing; they were simulating the motions of a real pitstop, as if preparing for a race that never came.

Carlos crouched at the front, his hand lightly resting on the front wing, his gaze focused as if checking something critical. Charles, on the side, leaned into the shot, his body angled like he was ready to push the car forward from the sidepod. Behind them, Mario, Abele, and Alessandro hovered over the rear of the car, their hands on the chassis as though bracing to lift it, each man focused and immersed in the role they were playing. It was a portrait of readiness, frozen in time.

The photos turned out powerful, strong, exactly what the director had in mind. He smiled at the screen and nodded. During the moment, some words were exchanged with the Ferrari members and they smiled, laughed or reacted to it. It was a great way to see the dynamics within the team. The director signed to the photographer to continue shooting.

After a couple of group shots and different poses, Matilde shot a couple of photos alone. She sat in the F1 car alone, leaning out of the seat. Her elbow leaned on the car and her other hand rested thoughtfully against her cheek. Then another closeup was made outside of the car, the photographer captured her from being awkward, to giggly, to being serious. For another shot she got changed into a bright red suit that stood for Ferrari.

Charles' arms were crossed in front of his chest, but his eyes never left her. A soft smile tugged at his lips as he watched Matilde in the crimson suit, her confidence radiating in every pose. The red suit looked so incredibly good on her; it made him fall harder and harder for her. The heels she wore elongated her legs, adding a graceful edge to her stride as she walked across the track. His gaze followed her, taking in every movement, and then, a soft laugh escaped him. Then, as if knowing exactly where his thoughts had wandered, she looked over her shoulder, her expression effortlessly shifting into a playful yet sultry pose.

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[trippinonpaperhearts]

EDIT, because idiots apparently want to reply with their BS and make up their own ideas of this post defending Anne Rice, Sam Reid, and the FICTIONAL character Lestat because they are "white":

I'm pointing out facts. Claudia was based off her 5 year old daughter that died of Leukemia. Louis represented herself and her grief during that period. Lestat initially represented her husband, until later when Lestat became who Anne wanted to be (and I'm sure she didn't want to be a cheater and an abuser). Her tragedies are what created The Vampire Chronicles and these wonderful nuanced characters, and this tv show would not exist without her. SO YEAH, NONE of what the show changed represents Anne or her vision. I'm also pointing out that it is NOT OKAY to take your shit out on a real life person, an ACTOR (Sam, again), who has NOTHING to do with the creative choices, or otherwise, being made. But sure, read into it what you want 🙄 Again, if you don't like the FACTS, BLOCK ME.

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EDIT 2: JESUS CHRIST. I just saw a post comparing Sam Reid's award nomination to that piece of shits presidential win (you know who, I'm not giving it a name). Are y'all fucking serious??? And I thought I couldn't hate this new fandom even more. Also, NEWS FLASH: Even if the show decided to keep everything and everyone canon, Lestat IS and HAS ALWAYS BEEN the LEAD of THE VAMPIRE CHRONICLES. It had NOTHING to do with racism or with Lestat being "white" in the books because pretty much ALL THE MAIN CHARACTERS WERE CANONICALLY WHITE--even LOUIS, CLAUDIA, AND ARMAND. That was my point in my orginal post that someone tried to twist. It was ALWAYS planned by Rollins, or whatever his name is, for Lestat to eventually lead the show/seasons as Lestat DOES IN THE BOOK SERIES. It was ALWAYS about Lestat because Anne Rice was Lestat. Yes, Louis took a back seat in the books, but it had NOTHING to do with RACISM. Louis represented a dark time in her life and that is WHY she originally planned to leave him behind, and I'm so glad that she decided against it and that book Loustat got their happy ending. STOP using your BS about LOUIS BEING PUT ON THE "BACK BURNER" FOR THE "WHITE MAN". Dang, it's so exhausting and draining explaining to the simple folk that love to tear down my beloved childhood books and characters that brought them their damn tv show.

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Damn, I really hate this new fandom and the Interview with the Vampire tv show for ruining Anne Rice's vision. Because of all these changes to the characters, storylines, and the timelines, certain characters (Lestat) and certain actors (Sam Reid) are getting shitted on because of these changes. Freindly reminder to all the newbies and show-only fans: pretty much all the book CANON main characters are WHITE. Even this new fandoms precious Louis, Claudia, and Armand. The damn show kept Lestat white and made him a cheater and an abuser, and that's where the shit show all started. Sam Reid has been dealing with this bullshit when it is not his fault in how the damn disrespectful writers and show runners decided to take the show, and who the damn award shows decide to nominate. PLEASE BLOCK ME IF YOU CAN'T SEPERATE FICTION FROM REALITY. If you feel the need to bash an ACTOR (Sam) who has shown nothing but kindness to this fandom when it is not returned or deserved. You sick fucks must be real proud of yourselves knowing you fuck with his mental health based on a fictional show (as Sam stated he could not sleep after seeing god knows what online). PLEASE BLOCK ME, YOU'RE DOING ME A HUGE FAVOR AND SAVING ME A LOT OF TIME. Thanks 🖕😊

[sydsaint]

I'm a sucker for a cocky blonde man

Summary: The reader is Logan's manager whom he's starting to develop feelings for.

"Logan? Logan? Move, please. Thanks. Logan! There you are!" You rush through the trainer's room in a frantic search for the man you've been tasked to manage by Hunter. You finally find the social media star sitting at the back of the room. "What happened? I was in a meeting with Hunter and a few of the writer's team when I got the call that you got hurt?" You hurry over to his side.

"Hell yeah, I got hurt," Logan complains.

You reach Logan's side and instantly notice the bruise forming under his left eye. "Shit! Your eye." You comment. "Who the hell hit you in the face?" You ask him, absently setting a careful hand on his cheek to examine the damage.

"Kevin Owens," Logan answers you, looking down at your hand on his cheek.

"Of course, it was damned Kevin Owens." You grit your teeth and drop your hand back down to its side. "It was with his casted arm wasn't it?" You ask Logan. "I told Hunter that him having that cast should be illegal."

Logan nods in agreement and watches you stomp over to one of the trainers while mumbling to yourself. He watches you speak a few angry and rushed words at the trainer before the poor guy hurries off somewhere. The trainer comes back with something wrapped in a towel and hands it to you and you go stomping back to Logan.

"Here." You walk back over to Logan and press the towel to his face. "Ice that bruises. It'll help with the swelling. And hopefully the discoloration as well." You swiftly bark out an order to him.

"Thanks." Logan nods and takes over icing his face. "So, what are we going to do about Kevin?" He asks you.

You grit your teeth again and shake your head. "I don't know yet." You admit. "It's obvious that Hunter isn't going to care much about this. If anything it's just publicity for the match." You explain.

"Right." Logan nods. "We need some backup." He suggests. "I'd get one of my guys to help us out. But after last time, they're all banned from the shows." He reminds you.

"Backup huh?" You reply, an idea popping into your head. "Yeah, I think I can swing that." You nod and pull out your phone. "And I think I know just the guys that will help us out."

Logan nods and watches you pull out your phone and scroll through your contacts list. You get to a contact and press call on it. "I've got a phone call to make. You ice that pretty boy face and get some rest at the hotel. I'll see you tomorrow morning alright?" You ask Logan.

"Yeah, alright." Logan nods and watches you walk off now talking to someone on the phone.

The next morning Logan is up bright and early to get a quick gym session in before he meets up with you. You've been occupying his thoughts more and more as of late for some reason.

You and Logan met when he signed his contract with the WWE. Hunter introduced the two of you right after. Logan being a newbie to the business, Hunter thought that it'd be best that he have a manager of sorts who knew the business already. And who better to fill that role than Hunter's new protege? Aka you. You've been working with Hunter for a few years now. Plus you and Logan are about the same age. A match made in heaven.

After the gym Logan gets a text from you to meet up with him back at the hotel. He heads out and up to your room to see you. When Logan arrives at your room he can hear you talking inside with an unknown male voice, so he knocks.

"That's probably him right now." Logan hears you approach the door before it swings open. "Yep! Hey, Logan. Come in. How is your face?" You let him inside the room.

"It's alright," Logan replies and peers further inside the room. "What's going on here?" He notices Grayson Waller standing on the other side of the room.

You walk over to Austin and sit down in an empty chair. "This is the plan." You explain. "Go ahead and sit down. We're still waiting for Austin." You explain.

"Okay." Logan nods with a perplexed look but sits down anyway.

You chat with Grayson for a moment before another knock sounds at the door. You get up and let Austin inside the room.

"Austin! Thanks for coming down." You greet Austin at the door. "I appreciate your willingness to help me out with this." You add.

"Yeah, anything for you, YN." Austin cheerfully replies.

Logan watches Austin slide in for a hug which you happily accept and a twinge of jealousy pangs in his chest. Since when are you and Austin Theory so close?

"Right. Logan, you know Austin and Grayson, right?" You turn to Logan once Austin has let you go.

"Yeah." Logan nods.

You grin and walk back over to your seat. "Well, Austin sort of owes me a favor. And he and Gray just so happen to hate Kevin Owens. So they've agreed to help us out with the problem." You explain.

"Really? Damn, that's great!" Logan cracks an eager smile. "Nice going, YN."

"Thanks, Logan. It was no problem. Right, Austin?" You ask Theory.

Austin chuckles with a knowing smile and nods. "Happy to help, YN."

"So," Logan speaks up again. "How do you and YN know each other so well?" He asks Austin.

"Oh, me and Austin went out on a few dates." You answer with a reminiscent smile.

Logan's eyes widen in surprise and he looks between you and Austin. "Oh." He replies.

Everyone mingles for a little while before Austin and Grayson head out until the show later in the night.

"So, you and Austin?" Logan asks you when Theory and Waller have gone.

"Yeah, a while ago. Why?" You nod. "Are you sure that you're eye is alright?" You walk over to him to examine the bruise under his left eye.

Logan watches you walk over and sit down next to him to get a better look at his eye. "What happened there?" Logan pries a bit more, unable to help himself. "He not your type?" He asks.

"No. Austin is exactly my type, actually." You answer him truthfully. "Damn. That looks so bad." You frown and palm Logan's cheek. "No swelling anymore, but still."

"He is?" Logan replies.

You nod and shrug. "Sure." You add to your previous statement. "He's cocky and charming on screen. But a total sweetie when you get to know him. Cute smile, great hair. An even better body. Just my type." You explain.

"Well, then what happened?" Logan asks you.

"Nothing really." You shrug again. "We went out on a few dates. And it was fun and all. But Austin and I kinda just decided that we'd be better off as friends. Why are you so interested in me and Austin?" You're the one to ask a question this time.

Logan looks away from you and shrugs. "No reason." He lies. "I was just curious."

"Right." You reply. "Well. I have a meeting before the show tonight. And I'm sure that you've got stuff to do before tonight. So I'll see you later, alright?" You walk him to your door.

"Alright." Logan nods. "See you tonight, YN."

Later in the night you finish up your meeting and head off to meet with Logan before his match. You get to his locker room and knock before you head inside.

"Logan? It's, YN. I'm coming in!" You announce yourself before heading inside the locker room.

"Hey, YN." Logan greets you when you come through the door. "How was your meeting?" He asks you.

You groan and plop down into an empty seat. "Tedious." You complain. "How are you feeling about Kevin?" You ask him.

"Owen's is a wash." Logan insists with a confident smile.

"That's the spirit." You giggle. "Come on, I'll walk you down to the ramp."

You and Logan head out down to the ramp entrance. When you get there Grayson and Austin are both hanging around.

"Austin! Grayson!" You greet the pair. "How are you two?" You ask them with a friendly smile.

"YN!" Austin pulls you in for another hug. "Damn. You look good tonight." He compliments you.

You giggle and roll your eyes at Austin as he hugs you. "Thanks, Austin. You don't look too bad yourself." You return the compliment.

Across the room, Logan watches Austin pull you in for another hug. He grits his teeth as he watches you laugh at something Austin says.

"Hey, YN," Logan calls you over to him.

"Yeah, Logan?" You dismiss yourself from Austin and Grayson. "What's up?" You ask him.

Logan looks down at you and bites the inside of his cheek. Is now really the time for him to be making a scene? "Nothing. Nevermind." He shakes his head.

"You sure?" You cock your head to the side.

"Yeah." Logan nods. "Just...cheer for me out there." He adds.

You nod and watch Logan disappear through the tunnel. With him gone, you walk back over to Austin and Grayson.

"What was all that about?" Austin asks you.

"I'm not sure." You shrug. "He's been acting a bit weird these past couple of days." You admit. "I just don't know why."

Grayson laughs next to you and you turn to glare at him. "What's so funny, Waller?" You confront him.

"Nothing." Grayson puts his hands up to defend himself. "Nothing." He insists again when you continue to glare at him.

You huff at Waller's childish behavior and turn to watch Logan's match on the monitors.

After a while, you decide to head out to the ring with Austin and Grayson. You head out first and march out to the ring so all the attention is on you and not Theory and Waller sneaking up through the back. You hop onto the apron and shout at Kevin and the referee for a few minutes. Austin and Grayson get down to the ring and assist Logan.

"Nice!" You laugh to yourself when Grayson hands Logan his brass knuckles.

You turn around on the apron to hop down just as Logan knocks Kevin into the ring ropes. The ropes hit your back and you lose your balance and start falling to the floor. Luckily, Austin is there to catch you.

"Whew, thanks Austin." You thank Austin as he carries you around the ring post and sets you down on the floor.

Logan catches a glimpse of you in Austin's arms and freezes up. He drops his knuckles and Kevin gets ahold of them. Kevin puts the knuckles on and delivers a KO blow to Logan.

"Shit!" You scramble over to the ring when Kevin rolls up Logan for the pin. "Hey! Ref! Knuckles!" You shout and point to Kevin's hand.

The referee sees the knuckles on Kevin's hand and stops the count. He calls for the bell and Logan wins the match by DQ.

"Yes!" You cheer and slide into the ring to check on Logan. "Logan? Are you alright?" You kneel down next to him. "You did it! We won!" You inform him.

Logan rises to his feet and collects his championship belt. You walk backstage with him and catch up with Austin and Grayson.

"Hey, nice job out there, Logan." Austin congratulates Logan.

You walk over to Waller while Austin and Logan chat. "Thanks for the assist, Grayson." You thank him for his help.

"Of course." Waller nods. "Night ain't over yet though, sweetheart. You'd better go over there and collect your man before he pummels Austin into the dirt." He nods behind you.

"What?" You turn around and glance over at Austin and Logan talking. "What are you talking about, Grayson?" You ask him.

Grayson laughs like he did earlier. "Umm hello? YN, your boy-toy Logan over there is hooked on you sweetheart." He informs you. "Bad. And he thinks that Austin is trying to get back into your pants."

"Austin was never in my pants." You reply sharply. "It was only a couple of dates. We're friends."

"Logan doesn't seem to think so." Grayson chuckles. "Austin is just being friendly, yeah. We know that." He explains further. "But ol' Logan ain't seeing it that way."

You look back over at Logan and see his jaw twitch. 'shit' you think to yourself and hurry over to his side. "Logan! Let me talk to you for a second!" You wedge yourself between the pair.

"Yeah, YN?" Logan's expression softens a bit once you're in front of him.

"Good work out there champ." You congratulate Logan on his win. "Also I need you to know something. Austin and I are just friends." You assure him. "And we'll always be that. Friends."

Logan glares at Austin again over your shoulder. "Yeah, sure." He mumbles to himself and looks like he's about to shoulder past you.

"Logan!" You call his name again and this time Logan looks down at you.

You waste no time cupping the angry blonde's face and planting a kiss on his lips to stop him from moving any further away from you. The kiss is all Logan needs to exterminate his ideas that Austin might be trying to get you back.

"You get me now?" You ask Logan after you let him go.

"Loud and clear." Logan beams before leaning down to kiss you again.

[manicpixelwench]

Waaaaiiitt, a second... Are you a real-life Writer on Romance Club??! Sorry if I didn't notice since I'm still pretty new on RC and haven't read a lot books yet. A Romance Club newbie here.

But if you really are a real-life Romance Club writer... *fangirl-mode* Aaaaahhhhh, I want to faint. I'm a fan and it's such an honor to meet you and found you on tumblr. Eeeekkk... *faints*

I don't know what to say.

[pigtailedgirl]

Star Trek Prodigy; For The Love OF WATCH THIS

Speed to the finish.

Gotta find a way to get the missing ten like Janeway hunts Chakotay lol.

What a fantastic little series. So full of heart and just makes me Trek happy. It had me spending an hour after nostalgia scrolling.

It did so much perfectly. Fun and cute new characters. Pretty new starships. Pretty new places.

While honoring the old. Continuing the old. Starfleet, the people in and the concept, felt like it mattered again. Like these kids were learning from all the oldies and callbacks and being a part of. So imparting their interest and youth and joy and want for better as well. It made a timeloop of temporal awesome.

Because that's the heart. This series nailed seeing that passion in Trek of want to have good. Whether it for your ship (HELLO JANEWAY x CHAKOTAY) or characters or ship ships.

Like, the Protostar finale as she flew off to her beginning end was gorgeous. Her and Voyager A were tag team awesome.

I loved Wesley. I loved the new Vulcan. Janeway's crew. Heartbroken about Chakotay's. Laughing myself sick at the perfection that the whales of Star Trek once again save the day.

Rok Tahk is my gem favorite character. She's so everything best. Her science love. Her uncertainty mixed with try. Her enthusiasm.

They are all fantastic characterization though.

Was very very moved by all the newbies arcs. Zero's body episode especially felt very Trek in message and world outreach.

Was so proud of Gwyn helping her home. Of Del trying as captain. I'm shocked he gave up for number one actually. But what a great contrast to the other command couple.

Minor minor nitpicks would be that it had to tie in to Picard. Keep everything Wesley, and jetson that please. I don't like the insert that Starfleet is working hard at sucking in the background. That it's gonna be bad times tacked on my hope and happy and explore end.

Also I shook Janeway was gonna retire. I can see Starfleet command protocols and being governed by or over for her not aligning with her wants after this. *Coughs finally getting cozy with Chakotay hell with regs. being a hold back. *Coughs her wanting to aid the kids. *Coughs her passionate belief in principles of connection against the meh of Starfleet future hints. But she is not the stay at home of the pair ok. And not a gardener. Even if you want to call it back to growing tomatoes Resolutions style, she was Admiral/starship Cap perfection in command this season. Retire and do leadership adventures Janeway. You and Chakotay and Janeway Jr. (hologal) as a triple team would be a kick.

I really wish I could kick someone in the Paramount offices. That this could get a third season or be felt in the flagship. This should be what other new Trek should take notes to mimic. To include. I say it again: Hope.

Another season of this world would bring so much potential. Of the kids out there making contact and exploring as Starfleet. Learning the rules and structures as bad and goods. Of choosing your role be it number one, captain, science, med. Heart or head. Or other species and worlds as contrast. Other options. How that would all again tie into the old foundations. Seeking out boldly. The little Trek jingle in the theme my jam, cause the noticed.

And maybe finally addressing in a good way holograms sentience and relations as we have two of our best now to tie that loose Starfleet unexplored area in a good plot. Or more of the OG bosses, you know, whales in Starfleet. (LOVE THIS SHOW. The writers know. I mean c'mon, they solved Tribbles versus Klingons here. This is god tier Trek.)

To the stars Prodigy. Let's go!

[saturninefig]

name: bri (she/her) age: thirty-something traits: bookworm, perfectionist, vegetarian aspiration: renaissance sim career: writer location: glimmerbrook style: maxis match (with a little mix thrown in for fun)

sul sul - i'm bri, a newbie simmer. nice to meet you! 👋

i've been playing the sims on and off since i was a kid – way back in the dark ages when people had computer rooms and dial-up– but i didn't get into the nitty gritty of cc and mods until covid. no surprise that i immediately fell in love with everyone's gorgeous edits and stunning lookbooks! 😍

since i'm no longer playing legacy edition on an ancient macbook, i thought it was time to stop lurking and introduce myself. i'm a pretty low-key, vanilla-ish player but i have tons of challenges on rotation, all with sims that i've grown very attached to and stories that only exist in my head.

follow along for lookbooks, gameplay screenshots, and just general chit-chat about my little families! ✨

can't wait to meet everyone – don't be afraid to drop by and say hi! 🖤

[staying-elive]

So, I was thinking

I'm still annoyed by the shoddy and way too rushed use of Skrulls in Sectret Invasion. I'm not alone in thinking this should've been enacted over an entire Phase, not a six episode show with no big main characters.

A post Blip MCU could've been an ideal landscape for this story. They could've started planting seeds throughout.

Imagine if at the end of TFATWS, when Sharon is shot and bleeding, she's hiding her wound and refuses Bucky taking her to the hospital. Why? Because we, the audience, get to see that she's bleeding purple. 😯 Weird.

Then the show wraps as planned (i.e. it doesn't get derailed by this question) and then in Sharon's post credit, there's the reveal! She's a Skrull! (Takes care of people not liking her villain turn) She's not the Power Broker (fix that), but the Power Broker could also be a Skrull. Madripoor could be a pretty good base of operations for a group of insurgents. Unregulated, shady ties, lots of shady people, etc.)

I'm not 100% sure how this would affect the Flagsmasher/serum plot, but I'm sure there's a way to tweak this too, since Sharon's reason was flimsy,l. Maybe recreating the super soldier serum was a first attempt to create Super Skrulls, but turns out it's only compatible with human physiology, blah blah something. (Maybe while we're at it, tweak some more so that you don't have a case of displaced young people becoming terrorists. I'm sure a good writer could tie these together somehow.)

Anyone, my point is, Phase 4 could've started laying the foundation of Skrulls with hints that we the audience see. Then slowly, the characters discover things are amiss. This would allow for Earth bound stories in Phase 4, and establish new characters as a potential new Avengers line-up.

You could still introduce new characters, Shang Chi and Ms. Marvel, for instance. But these characters would need a major crossover cameo, like how Sam Wilson appeared in Ant Man, which allowed Sam to recruit Scott into CA:Civil War.

If an Avenger, say Sam again or Rhodey or Doctor Strange (or keep Wong appear at the end of Shang Chi!) or NICK FURY, know of these new characters, THEN when the Skrull situation begins seeming more serious and wide spread, our heroes can reach out to these newbies, knowing that they need more help, reinforcements, and knowing that it's unlikely that these unknowns will have been Skrulled.

Everything feels more integrated, connected in an organic way; there's something for an audience to get hyped about and theorise about between films; it allows for smaller films coming off of Endgame's high, giving space to breathe and rebuild; and importantly, the Phase would culminate with Avengers: Secret Invasion. Every phase needs an Avengers team up, and by this point, you could have established the team, form new bonds, and establish the threat with a real sense of paranoia, suspicion and competency.

The downside to this plan is you'd lose the multiverse, or just push it to Phase 5. Personally, I haven't liked any of these films enough to care about losing them, but I know each have their fans. Regardless, I think Phase 4 was absolutely the wrong Phase to introduce such a narratively messy idea to rebuild the MCU around.

These are just my thoughts, though. Curious to know anyone else's!

[spnfanficpond]

New Member Spotlight December 2024

The Pond is always growing and we want to make our new members feel welcome! Here’s a list of recent additions to our fishy family and a little info about them!

Guppies, Jellies, and Mutuals, oh, my!

arson - they/she/he (I'm genderfluid so I switch), Asia, @i-was-prelaw, arsonandeyeliner (AO3), rooster head (Discord)

OTP? - Destiel for the sheer hysteria it causes, but when it comes to writing/reading I'm more of a multishipper, personally. Though, I do have a soft spot for Sabriel.

Other fandoms? - Far too many to list but let's go with BBC Sherlock, the Magnus Archives, Percy Jackson, MDZS, TGCF, and Bungou Stray Dogs for now

Genres you read? - hurt/comfort, canon divergence, crack/crack treated seriously, chatfics/social media fics, whump

What do you like to write? - canon divergence and chatfics mostly. I've written some hurt/comfort too but I'm pretty new to it ngl

Masterlist!

Meriem - she/her, Algeria, @divycos, RhineEllery (AO3), Dangerousmind (Discord), deadlydivergentgirls on instagram

OTP? - I don't have one

Looking for in the Pond? - Learning more about writing especially fanfiction

Something to signal boost? - I'm a cosplayer on Instagram

Pairings you read? - Reader inserts

Genres you read? - Everything

Favorite writer(s)? - @lila-lou

What do you like to write? - Fluff

Masterlist!

That’s all for this month, folks! (If we’re missing anyone, let us know and we’ll add them to next month’s list!) Make sure to say hi to the newbies and make them feel welcome! Thanks to all from @manawhaat, @mrswhozeewhatsis, @mariekoukie6661, @thoughtslikeaminefield, @heavenssexiestangel, and @spn-fanfic-reblog-writes!

[generouspicklesaladhumanoid]

Since I'm watching Supernatural and since I'm Christian, I decided to check if the Bible or Jewish myths say anything about the characters mentioned in the show.

This is extracanonical (so isn't in the Bible) but I found this pretty cool. Castiel was based on Cassiel/Qaspiel and I would say that the writers were pretty smart about how to bring him to life in the show.

Especially about the part where he "presides over the deaths of young men". Cause you know, he is the one who brings Dean back from the dead.

Anyway, I don't believe in extracanonical stuff but I found this really cool/interesting. I don't know if this was a well-known fact in the fandom, but hey! I'm a newbie.

[beomvs]

COTAG KARAOKE NIGHT!!

notes- inspired by a Pinterest post, (post will be at the end)

Might have some spelling/grammar, if it does please lmk!

Feedback is appreciated , it makes me a better writer.

This is SFW (does include kissing)

ALSO FIRST FIC WOOHOO!!

As Protag typed his last sentence of the day, he kept feeling like he was being watched. He heard footsteps toward him and a hand on his shoulder. He let out a huge sigh when he realized WHO exactly was watching him.

“Hey newbie~” That familiar obnoxious voice ringing in protags ears.

“What the hell could you possibly want coworker?” Protag said as he rubbed his temple in annoyance and anger.

Protag could hear Coworkers grin as he spoke

“I was thinking.. it’s been awhile since we’ve seen eachother outside of work..”

Why would Coworker care about that?? They were only colleagues after all.

Protag sighed “So?? Lets keep it that way.” Protag being clearly annoyed by Coworkers request.

Coworker pouted, “C’mon Protag.. Don’t be that way..”

“Continue what you were saying.” Protag said while turning to look at the annoying blonde.

“So i was thinking, lets go to karaoke tonight!!”

“Why would I go with YOU??” Protag questioned.

“Ill pay.”

“Ill be there.” Protag answered immediately, knowing he’ll regret this decision.

_____________

“Protag!!” Protag heard coworker yell as he ran towards him.

“Pretty nice huh?”

“Its just a karaoke place.” Protag gave a funny look to coworker.

“Yeah whatever.. C’mon follow me! I got us a private room since it’s karaoke night and we can have more fun!” Coworker exclaimed.

Coworker grabbed Protags hand and ran to lead him to the karaoke room. Protags heart skipped a beat when Coworker grabbed his hand but immediately snapped out of it when they stopped. Coworker opened the door to reveal the karaoke room, it was dark and the only thing illuminating the room was the flashing lights. Protag gave Coworker a worried look.

“Don’t be a party pooper newbie.. its just a couple flashing lights! You’ll be fine!” Coworker said as he walked in the karaoke room. Protag slowly stepped in and closed the door behind him.

“Newbie! What do you wanna drink?”

“Beer. Idc what brand. I need beer, immediately.” Tiredness seeping into his words, Protag was extremely exhausted from work. A bit of alcohol wont hurt, right?

“Okay..” Coworker having a worried look on his face, but Protag was too tired from work to give a shit about it.

Coworker soon orders the drinks and disturbs the silence.

“Hey newbie!! You should sing!!”

“Why me? Why not you??”

“Ill do it with you.”

Protags heart slightly flutters with Coworkers statement.

“Fine..” Protag says while standing up, He sees that Coworker has a humongous smile on his face.

“Shut up..”

“WHAT?? I DIDNT DO ANYTHING!!” Coworker yells

“Yeah but i know what you’re thinking.”

_____________

After a couple rounds of beers, and horrible singing, both Coworker and Protag are drunk, especially Protag. Protag takes a seat while Coworker gets a idea.

“OH OH!” Coworker yells.

“What… dont yell so loud..” Protag whispers

“I HAVE to sing Careless Whisper!!”

“What?..” Protag says while Coworker turns on the karaoke for careless whisper.

Coworker starts to sing completely off tune, making Protag giggle.

Oh, woah, woah, oh-oh

I feel so unsure

As I take your hand and lead you to the dance floor

As the music dies, something in your eyes

Calls to mind a silver screen and all its sad goodbyes

Coworker starts to put more passion into his singing, making Protag put more attention into whats happening in front of him.

I'm never gonna dance again

Guilty feet have got no rhythm

Though it's easy to pretend

I know you're not a fool

Coworker starts full on belting in the chorus, putting love and passion into every word he sang, Coworker then turns around to look directly at Protag to sing the next lyrics.

I should have known better than to cheat a friend

And waste the chance that I'd been given

So I'm never gonna dance again

The way I danced with you, oh

Protag slighty blushes the more Coworker looks and sings, it almost feels like Coworker is singing the song to him. Is he directing the song towards him?

“Coworker.. what stunt are you pulling on me right now?” Protag says while covering his face to hide his blush.

“Nothing.” Coworker lying through his words. Coworker looks deeper into Protag’s eyes, drops the microphone, and puts both of his hands on Protag’s shoulders.

“Protag, I have something to tell you. Ever since I saw you in that goddamn elevator..”

Protag knows exactly where Coworker is going, but he doesn’t dare to stop his actions, he wants to hear this, he desires it.

Coworker runs his hands through his soft blonde hair, “Protag.. after what happened in the elevator, you’re all I could think about, I always annoy you at work so I can talk to and see you. I imagine you, I dream about you, you’re all I ever wanted and theres no one else out there whos better than you.”

Protag feels his face heat up as Coworker continues his speech.

“I love the way you speak, I love the way how you always know what to do, i love how you’re so focused immediately when you’re given something to do, I love your hair and how it looks so soft, I love how you dress, I love everything about you. Heck im not even that religious but I thank God everyday for letting our paths meet. Protag,” Coworker sighs, “Protag.. I..” Coworker is soon cut off from his words and he feels a hand grab his face and kiss him. Coworker feels the soft skin of Protags lips and is instantly mesmerized by it, and wraps his arm around Protags neck, grips his hair and starts to deepen the kiss. After a few minutes they both cant breathe anymore so they pull away. The karaoke music now faded in their ears, the instrumental no longer important to them.

“Protag.. I love you..” Coworker says in a whisper.

“I.. love you too.”

[jpitha]

Yet Another Writing Advice Post

I'm about to type about some stuff about writing. It's pretty Meta and feel free to skip this one if you're waiting for more about Gord and Fen, that's coming soon. It's not for anyone specifically, it's for me mostly, but you might get something out of it too.

As a writer - especially as an amateur writer who eventually wants to get paid for writing - one of the things I struggle with is what am I writing for? Is it just for me? Is it for my readers? Is it for sale?

Lots of writing advice for newbies boils down to "write the things you want to read, do it your way, fuck the haters."

This is good.

I mean it. It's going to sounds like I don't agree with it, so I'm saying right here off the jump, if you're just starting out, this is an unalloyed good. Write what you want how you want.

But.

If you want to write things that other people will read - not even writing things that people will pay you for - you also need to expand your skills. You should get better at writing. So as to not waste your readers time, but also so that you're better able to translate what's in your head into words on a screen/page so that others can see the cool as fuck things you thought up.

The only way to get good at something is to be bad at it for a long time.

It's hard for me to remember this. Every expert that you see, every skilled creation you come across was made by a person who did piles and piles and piles of terrible art first. I hate this! I don't want to suck, I never want that.

That does not make it untrue however.

I am a mediocre writer.

I am not saying this to fish for compliments, or to get positive reinforcement. It's the truth. I am trying every day to get better - and I am getting better! It's one of the reasons I like rewriting my old stuff. But, me assuming I am A Good Writer Now is pure hubris.

In an attempt to get better, I joined an online writing group. (I don't think anyone from there reads this Tumblr, but if they do, Hi!) Everyone in that group is skilled, probably more skilled than me. That's normal and to be expected. Everyone is good about offering crits and nobody is mean, but also it's not a hugbox. We're all there to get better and write.

Last week I put more effort into an entry than I think I have ever done. I spent real time on it, worked methodically, had a plan, even sought out folks to beta read. Like, I put in the work.

I still didn't win.

The winning entry was one that was almost utterly opaque to me. It wasn't "well that's not for me, but I can see how they'd win," it was pure "I don't like this and I don't understand why they'd win, and yet, here we are"

Why do I mention this?

Well, for one, I'm disappointed that I didn't win. The judges did give me crits on my entry, which was nice, but it wasn't anything I hadn't heard before. This is also fine, change takes time. But additionally the things they didn't like were things that I added on purpose. It's important to remember when receiving crits that you don't have to change what you do. It's just like, their opinion man. Brush off crits at your own peril however. They show what others who read your work expected to find and didn't.

It's normal to be sad that you worked hard on something only to find out it wasn't what the judges wanted to read. It's normal to be bummed to realize you aren't as good as you thought you were, and/or that you still have a long way to go.

But then what?

Do you change what your style? Try and write something that you think will appeal? Do you stick to your guns and say "I know what I like, and I will continue to write what I like?"

In the end, you have to decide why you are writing (or drawing or painting or weaving or whatever.) You have to decide who your audience is.

If it's just you? Keep on keeping on, go nuts! Make art however the hell you want. You are an artist, it's still art, you are legitimate.

If it's someone else? Then yeah, maybe work to drift towards something that the like. There's nothing wrong with a little pandering - to a point.

Is it to sell? Now, we're getting into the meat of things. If you want to make a go at doing this full time and making it a jobbity job, you have to start looking at your craft with a much sharper eye. You have to watch trends, follow bandwagons, do the things that bring eyeballs and wallets. Is it distasteful? It can be. Is it necessary? If you want to make money, yeah, unfortunately it is. Do you have to? Nah, you don't have to do anything you don't want to do, but do it with clear eyes about your prospects vis a vis the publishing world.

As for me?

I once thought that I could get some books published and make a tidy side income. Now? I'm not so sure. I still have it as a 2024 goal to be published anywhere, but I'm pretty sure that if I do get a book out, it'll be self published. I have friends who have agents and who have traditionally published books and the whole process is hard and depressing and not fun.