#just a snippet from a fanfic that I'm not sure if I'll write or not

[blackpensils]

"That shirt..." Phantom said slowly. There expression on his face was one Sam couldn't quite place.

"This?" she asked, pulling on the collar with a frown. "What about it?"

Phantom cleared his throat and pulled his hand back. He scratched at the back of his neck, looking away before he slowly returned his gaze back to Sam.

"It's just... unique. Where'd you get it?" he asked after a short pause.

"From a Circus Gothica show years ago," Sam replied, going back crossing her arms across the window sill. She gave a smirk. "The one where the ghost's were terrorizing the town by stealing all of the jewelery."

Phantom's eyes widened and his cheeks got a light shade of green. An odd color for a blush.

"Yeah, well," he began with a chuckle. "I was being brainwashed. It was a whole thing." He shook his head as if he was remembering something ridiculous. "Maybe I'll tell you about it someday. But, uh, is that spray paint?"

Sam gave a glance down at the shirt. She'd never actually thought about it, but yes, now that she actually properly looked at her night shirt, it was covered in black spray paint to the point where you could barely see the original underneath. She could spot some red and definitely splotches of white here and there, though.

"Yes, it was a wild time. Maybe I'll tell you about it someday," she said, leaning down on her arms and smiled.

Phantom's eyes softened and he leaned forward, resting his arms on his knees. "Sure. I'd like that."

[quidell-fics]

Here's a snippet of my Black Myth: Wukong Fanfic! I have a lot of it outlined...the reason why the OC got sent (isekai lol) into the world, her purpose, the small changes her presence will bring about, as well as...the ending of the game. Everything in between, I'm still outlining, but here's a rough draft of the first beginning part of chapter 1.

Please note that this might change slightly when I finish the chapter and edit the crap out of it, haha. I'm also trying to get the tone down. Still not 100% sure how I want to write the OC.

Still trying to decide on a name for this fanfic 🤔

"This simply won't do. You're soul…” I was paralyzed, as if ice had seeped into my veins, numbing me without its familiar sting. The world around me blurred, lost to the creeping dread that curled around my thoughts. The voice that had shattered the silence dripped with venom, a dark melody of displeasure that echoed through the emptiness, leaving me hollow and unsure. "But perhaps this will suffice, though it seems even beyond my understanding.” He was close, his voice brushing against me like a whisper on the wind, yet I couldn’t see him. The darkness pressed in, so deep, so consuming, that it swallowed everything, leaving me stranded in its suffocating void.  “But this,” he said, and I felt something slip from my grasp, the only sensation in the endless void. It was something I hadn’t even realized I was holding, “must be set aside for now.” A pause. “I'll return it to you once you've aided,” another pause, this one heavy with contemplation, a silence that lingered like a held breath, “him on his journey. And if, in turn, he helps you... well, should that come to pass, everything will change. Truly change. And at long last, his wish will be fulfilled." His words drifted past me like smoke, their meaning lost in the haze of my confusion. I couldn’t piece together who he was talking about, or what any of it meant. But my mind clung to the last fragments of what I knew—my bakery, the comforting warmth that lingered as I retired to my room for the night. And then... then, the world slipped into nothingness. No. Not into nothingness, but into a descent, a slow, inevitable fall. Now, I had found myself suspended in this void, floating in an abyss where sound, other than this voice, was swallowed whole and movement was a distant memory. My voice was silenced, my limbs were bound by unseen chains, and the darkness stretched on, unbroken and all-consuming. But despite the emptiness pressing in on all sides, I was unnervingly calm. Hollow, yes—adrift in this sea of uncertainty—but calm, as if this strange, bleak serenity was the only thing keeping me tethered to whatever was left of myself. "Do not disappoint me, little one. You’ve been granted a rare chance, but if you falter, the cycle will continue unbroken, and Reincarnation will not grace an outsider such as yourself. You will be lost to the void, your existence erased. Do you grasp the gravity of this?” No. I really didn't. "If yes, then perhaps there's a glimmer of promise in you after all. But don’t grow too confident—the true trials are only just beginning.” And then, the darkness swallowed me whole, and in that suffocating void, it felt as though I truly ceased to exist, because I no longer knew anything.

[thatdeadaquarius]

THE SAGAU FANFIC ONE-SHOT WINNER IS...

🎊🎉🌿Eldritch! Reader AU🌿🎉���

Just a small annoucement for the winner, though I'm sure we all saw the results lol

Have a snippet, hope you enjoy!

*disclaimer: subject to change, this is a draft, no finalized version yet.

At least, you were pretty sure of where you were now. But that didn't mean it made any more sense. You hadn't recognized it at first, but the Irminsul was unmistakable after a minute of looking at it and the surrounding blue. The lights were incredible, with sparkles and stars floating up from the ground. Strange, nearly mechanical patterns flared out from its branches. The only difference between the Irminsul in-game versus the real one you see now is the rapid swelling and filling out of its trunk. As you had woken up more and more, ignoring the strange state of your body for now, it had let out weirdly nostalgic noises. Like a computer booting up, and a million other digital pings or tunes as it grew. As you tentatively reach a hand out to touch the trunk, a familiar book materializes. The dark blue pages flip to the first page instead of to the middle of the book. ...isn't this usually the really obscure "Archives" animation from the Paimon settings page? What's it doing here?? In gold writing that hovers slightly above the pages, your (presumed) stats display. The eerily familiar Genshin Impact font rapidly types itself out from left to right. /gamemode: admin *Executing... *Executing... *Loading... *Loading... *... *...Success! *Your gamemode has been changed. " Player." [ADMIN.] EXP: 1000000#%$+??? DEF: ?%@****+~?? ATTK: ??*!!%^<=+? POWERS: - ??";*&%[]\/%? - &%#@?<_++}] - ~`*(-_+}|\\!!??^& ...you decide to stop looking at your... stats, for now. Because more importantly, as you pull your hand back from the book (letting it float in place in front of the Irminsul trunk again), you notice something even more off. Your hand. It's... wrong. As you trail your eyes up your arm, you choke back a sense of panic. Sure enough, when you bring the right arm over to poke and try to smear the seemingly black paint that drenches your left arm, it too is covered in black. Your arms are pitch black. And as you attempt to touch your forearm for more answers, only to phase through it... you begin to think maybe this is not, in fact, paint. And as you realize you are hovering, instead of standing in place, you begin to think this is, in fact, the very real world of Genshin Impact. ...you decide to lay back down on the weird blue ground (?) and take a nap.

Maybe start today over.

☆

I'll be working on asks in the mean time!

But this'll be higher priority/posted soon bc I'm worried I'll forget abt it otherwise lmao

Idk if anybody cares that much, but I'll go ahead and ask just in case:

I hope you guys are having a great week, wherever you may be!

Safe Travels,

💀♒️

♡the beloveds♡

@karmawonders / @0rah-s / @randomnatics / @glxssynarvi / @nexylaza / @genshin-impacts-me / @wholesomey-artist / @thedevioussmirk / @the-dumber-scaramouche / @chocogi / @fallen-starr

@yomilyy / @0rah-s / @idontknowwhatimdoingbutweball / @blackstar-gazer

(^^^ dw you'll still get tagged when the actual piece is out! :)

[quotidian-oblivion]

I desperately need further information on

BRUCE WAYNE WRITES FANFICTION AU (batfam)

🙏 i beg

Writer ask game

😂 Fair enough! I'm desperate to start writing as well! (Along with my 60 other wips-)

So this bwwf au, i've talked about it before but i'll talk about it again and no one can stop me mWAHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHA

Because its a crack AU. As you can already tell. Its a crack multichap AU which i find so so hilarious. I've written part of the first chapter already.

I've finished coming up with the outline, it just needs to be written. Currently, in the planning stage, it's 15 chapters in total, but it might increase or decrease as I write it.

SO. WHAT HAPPENS IN THIS AU:

We start off a relaxed Brucie sitting in his office secretly writing fanfiction because he has found it to be therapeutic somehow. To get all these feelings out through writing, not needing to speak it. He writes about Gotham vigilantes and some other superheroes as well like Superman, Wonder Woman, Green Lantern etc. He's going okay because it's just a chill thing, but his writing's gotten so popular bc he can absolutely nail characterizations and create the most brilliant plots that his works are some of the most kudoed works ever! Until... Until he gets a suspicious comment.

And then it spirals from there! It looks like half the super community, all his children and even the rogues were reading his fanfics! He knew he was popular but he didn't just how much popular. BOOM! Cue one by one, Bruce finding out exactly who was reading his fics and getting increasingly paranoid. Bruce getting so paranoid that he calls Clark and now Superman's involved in it too while hiding it from Lois, Kon and Jon too. Villains like Kite-Man handing themselves up because the fanfics touched their hearts. Ra's showing up and slapping Batman bc his fanfics shipping Batman with Catwoman broke Talia's heart. And... Oh no. Not the press.

And! And! I'm doing a really cool thing with it which involves all my lovely writing friends and the people who are reading it!

The fanfic's gonna have snippets of "Bruce's fanfics" in some chapters written by my friends! Bc Bruce's style is different to mine and I want to make that separated and clear, I'm not going to write any of Bruce's fics (except one)! It's gonna be my friends!

And! And! There's gonna be a comment section snippet too where I'll ask commentors to leave a comment on "bruce's fic" which "Bruce" will reply to!

It's gonna be big and it's gonna be crack and dw it's not gonna be cringy in a neg way, i made double sure of that, and it's gonna be FUN! :D

[ghostlightfic]

hiiii this is my very informal pinned post

i'm the author of ghostlight! you can call me kitten or kit, my pronouns are they/them!

i follow the tags #isat ghostlight, #ghostlight fic, and #ghostlightfic! the first one is my go-to

this is the official ghostlight playlist on spotify! (mirrored on youtube courtesy of @definetellynotavampire!) PLEASE feel free to ask questions about any song on here i'd love to talk about my music choices!

speaking of questions, feel free to ask me Literally Anything You'd Like! i'll be trying not to spoil any chapters of ghostlight i've yet to post, but i may be persuaded to drop tiny snippets or hints here and there! i literally Love talking about these little bastards it's therapeutic for me

current tags include #chatter (for my ramblings), #asks (self explanatory), #writing talk (for anything specifically related to the writing of ghostlight), #fanart (also self explanatory), #ic q&a for any posts from the ic q&as, #music for anything about the playlist (FEEL FREE TO SEND RECS), and #misc (for random posts that remind me of ghostlight)!

for clarity's sake, fanart (and fanfics inspired by ghostlight) are 100% welcome! if you post them anywhere make sure you @ this blog or dm it to me!! i love seeing them!!! ❤️❤️❤️

WE HAVE A DISCORD. (16+) come vibe with me. -i hold out my hand benevolently-

thats all love you guys byeeee <3

CURRENTLY HAVING AN IC Q&A!!! you may send questions to any of the ghostlight cast!!! rules below the cut!!!! have fun!!!!!

ic q&a rules!

preferably keep your asks to one question per ask for simplicity's sake

try to make it clear who you're asking! if it Isn't i'll just make my best guess

do your best to keep your actual Questions succinct. if you send me a huge wall of text that definitely could've been like a sentence or 2 my eyes will glaze over

4th wall jokes are only funny like once or twice. don't ask too much about real world shit that they don't know about please.

also Please don't try to tell them that they're fake or that their world is a game or whatever. literally nothing interesting will come of this. thank you i love you.

[sssammich]

hello quizno’s! :D

👀 Do you have any WIPs that you would never let see the light of day? If yes, what are they about?

🖊 Post a snippet from a current WIP.

😈 Is there anything you enjoy doing that you think your readers hate?

👩‍🏭 If one of your fics was going to get you arrested, which one and why?

💋 so about this rojascorp you mentioned…….

:D

lmao thank you sidetwang

thanks for copying and pasting for my benefit

👀 Do you have any WIPs that you would never let see the light of day? If yes, what are they about?

hmm idk actually; they're mostly probably wips from fandoms that i have since left or just never knew what to do with. that's kinda boring, but there really aren't, like, secret wips. i try to finish my wips even if it takes weeks/months/years. for example, there's a grief fic i wanna write about for revue starlight that's been sitting in the lazy susan since 2022 and i think i'm only now ready to write it.

but there are also some wips that i think have just passed its time and that i probably won't touch again (but never say never!)

🖊 Post a snippet from a current WIP.

oh very well this is actually for my rosebird (summer rose/raven branwen from rwby) divorce AU that i was thinking about; was able to write out like 2k of it this past weekend. i'll post the snippets after the cut because i am sometimes considerate. and also i just decided to make it a little baby love triangle with vernal because i am so nice

and also because you probably do not give a shit about that, i added a snippet for a supercorp romcom i am thinking about!

😈 Is there anything you enjoy doing that you think your readers hate?

god uh idk what do my readers hate? please tell me anonymous is turned on

thinking about this though i guess maybe i enjoy using 'says' or 'said' 98% of the time and maybe my readers hate that honestly im not sure just tell me it's fine yall can be honest

👩‍🏭 If one of your fics was going to get you arrested, which one and why?

lol what does this even mean!!

uh i mean i would say dickfic has some potentially incriminating mail tampering crimes and maybe dolores is not so wholly innocent so who knows

(am i an idiot? please tell me if i did this bit wrong)

💋 so about this rojascorp you mentioned…….

which one? the sad one or the happy one?

sad one: it's based off of a sad song and i am very excited about that. it's a breakup fic, im just gonna be upfront about that

happy one: it's a reunion and a coming back together.

they're modern AUs i think because im incapable of writing any real AUs

oh maybe that's something my readers hate, that i can't write AUs lol but i enjoy them

ANYWAY thanks for sendimg me these questions

fanfic ask game

fic snippets below the cut

rosebird snippet:

She's not immune to cabin fever, so she leaves the wreckage of her house and drives her truck downtown, parking it right in front of one of the three competing bars they have on Main Street.

When she pushes the glass door forward, the bell above it rings. She glances up, looks at the patina of the metal before meeting the bartender's eye.

Without a single word, Raven walks up to the corner of the bar just as the bartender approaches with a rag thrown over her shoulder.

"What're you having?"

"Just a beer for now."

"What kind?"

"Whatever's available."

The bartender studies her, but Raven just scans the room before taking a seat on the empty stool. She watches as the bartender takes a glass and flips it right side up before placing it under the draft spigot, tilted to the side until only a sliver of foam sits at the very top.

"Tab?" the bartender asks just as she places the glass in front of Raven.

Raven nods just before taking a sip of her beer.

The bartender leaves her alone, especially when a gaggle of girls walk in for some type of girls' night out. Her red eyes trail after the giggling movements of the six women sitting around one of the big tables towards the center of the open room. The regulars pay them no mind, even as their volume increases.

She scowls when a group of young guys filter through the bar and multiply the volume when they meet with the young women already there. So much so that she downs her scotch and orders for another.

The bartender quietly places another glass in front of hers, smirking at her, like they're sharing a secret. She just nods, pushes the empty glass from her hands in exchange.

"You new around here?" the bartender asks, leaning forward on her left side, her sleeve tattoo in full display. She's a bit on the younger side for Raven's tastes, but her short pixie cut and pale blue eyes have caught her attention.

"Depends."

"Haven't seen you around here before. I'd notice."

She lets out a small amused chuckle, wonders how much this woman believes this line she's giving Raven. "New enough."

"Where do you live?"

"That's at least a four drink question, and we're only on two."

The bartender plucks two shot glasses from underneath the counter and pours rum into both of them. She then slides one by Raven's hand, nodding towards it when she grabs hold of the one in front of her.

She plays along and grabs the shot glass, holds it up where the bartender clinks it and keeps her eyes steady when they both shoot, their hands dropping at the same time onto the counter.

"Now that's four," the bartender states.

Raven shakes her head at this woman's audacity all while the heat of the rum courses down her stomach. "You don't need to worry about where I live."

The bartender laughs at having been bested. She's just about to say something to Raven when someone calls for her, the name Vernal coming out from one of the regulars at the opposite end of the bar.

"Duty calls," Vernal says before retrieving the shot glasses and placing them in some bin under the counter. Raven doesn't say anything, just watches the woman leave to take care of the other patrons.

For the next ten minutes, she watches Vernal walk the length of the bar to create and serve so many drinks at once. It's impressive, all told. Every now and again, she catches Vernal turning towards her, like making sure she hasn't left yet. She doesn't, not right away, happy to nurse her beer. At one point, Vernal throws her a wink when she sees Raven's eyes dip down to her ass only to come back when their eyes meet. She's only a little bit ashamed, but she doesn't react, just takes a sip of the last dregs of her drink.

When the last drop of her beer passes through her lips, she quietly places her glass on the counter. Slowly, she slips her hand to the pocket of her jeans and pulls out a few folded bills. It's not until she sees Vernal preoccupied with some new customers that she decides to slink away from the bar, tucking her payment and generous tip under her empty glass.

She slips out right behind a couple definitely on a date walks in.

supercorp romcom snippet:

When Lena finds a stack of mail on her desk first thing Monday morning, she doesn’t expect a wedding invitation. Glancing at the K. Danvers at the top corner of the envelope, she frowns when nothing comes to mind with that name. She thinks perhaps it’s one of her employees that she’s just not familiar with. With a smooth swipe of her gold albatross-designed letter opener, she opens the envelope and tugs at the card inside.

She’s surprised to find the invitation reaching her desk, since Jess normally screens these letters for her

Her eyes furrow in confusion when she reads the card.

You are cordially invited to the wedding between Kara Zor-El Danvers and Future Spouse

That gives Lena pause. Future spouse?

She skims through the rest of the wedding details. She then presses the intercom button for her secretary.

“Jess?”

“Yes, Miss Luthor?”

She rolls her eyes at her secretary’s adamant insistence of referring to her by her last name despite her efforts to have Jess call her Lena.

“Can you run the name Kara Danvers through our employee roster?”

“Yes, Miss Luthor. I’ll send it right away.”

When she hangs up, she turns to the smaller card insert with the RSVP request. Her first inclination is to decline, if not altogether just hand the entire thing to Jess to take care of. Yet it’s the term Future Spouse that has her pausing, her curiosity quite piqued at the thought of a mystery spouse. Does this Kara Danvers not really know?

With a thoughtful tap of the card against her chin, she decides there’s no reason to expend energy thinking about it now. She’ll find out soon enough when Jess gets back to her.

[cabezadeperro]

hiya! for the fanfic ask game: ✏️🖊️📚? <3

hiiii ♥️

✏️ Do you write every day?

I try to! it doesn't always happen. I write a lot for my "day job", and sometimes I'm just all written out, or just tired, but that's my goal. a few years ago I started writing every day for an hour between 10PM-11PM and now I feel extremely weird if I don't. but also it's just that it makes me happy? I like writing, it's my favourite hobby, and it's fun even when it's hard and awful and frustrating

🖊 Post a snippet from a current WIP.

more age swap fic:

“I’ve been working since I was fourteen years old,” he replies.  What he doesn’t say is: I don’t know how to do anything else. I don’t think I want to learn to be someone else.  (He doesn’t say: there are people I need to find. I can do that better and more easily if I let the finding and hurting of people become my job.) “And I’m not young,” Jango finishes. The last piece clicks into place with a satisfyingly loud noise, echoing in the empty hold.  “You were Mand’alor,” Kenobi replies.  Jango pauses, his hands on the weapon. It’s cool and greasy against his fingers. “Not anymore.”

one of these days I'll finally finish this. (also, I'm not sure if I have already shared this--I've had a couple of weird weeks lol)

📚 Do you read your own fic?

yes 😌 not all of it, there are a few fics I just don't want to look at ever again, but I am my first and most important reader lmao most of the fic I write is because I want to read it.

[polaroidcats]

Wednesday snippet!

I got tagged by the lovely @pinklume, thank you for tagging me!! You don't know this but your timing in tagging me was incredible, I actually hadn't written any fiction in years and have never written fanfic until like a week ago but now I do have something to share with the class, with the lovely encouragement & tag of @neongreenllama as well!! 💖 It's a small snippet from a wolfstarbucks crackfic that I'm writing as pure self indulgence (not sure if I'll ever post it, but writing it is fun).

Remus sat down on one of the sofas with a sigh. The party was loud and he'd had fun dancing earlier in the evening, but he had also already had several heated discussions about communism and everyone else was so, so wrong and no one seemed to get Marx anymore. He just needed a short break from everything.

Luckily he always carried his pocket edition of the communist manifesto with him anywhere he went - you never know when you might be in need of a word of encouragement from your hero, and Karl Marx was the one person who had never once disappointed him. He flicked through the pages of the battered small book where he had written way too many comments in the margins over the years and thought fondly about how much better the party would be if Karl was there with him.

Remus was so lost in the beautiful words of his hero that it took him by surprise when someone sat down on the couch next to him. He looked up into a friendly face surrounded by curly, dark brown hair. "Hi! I'm James, what are you reading there?" Remus raised his eyebrows. Wasn't it obvious that it was the communist manifesto? Why did this stranger - James - even need to ask that? What was he doing at this alleged leftist party when he didn't even reckognize the book cover of the german edition of the communist manifesto from a distance? He was probably another one of those losers who pretended they knew what Marx was all about just because they took one polticial science module in their first semester of university. Remus sighed again, closing his book. "Just flipping through the communist manifesto for some inspiration. I'm Remus."

Open tag for everyone who wants to post something, I'd love to see what everyone is working on!!💖

[wildflowerteas]

hella got through chapter 6 everyone cheer!

i don't know how to respond to this coherently so i'm just going to scroll down and let the word vomit happen:

the choice of emoji reacts to some of these . . . i'm surprised hella hasn't killed you guys. keeping gin away from this mess is the last thing on my mind, unfortunately *stares at the BEAST tag*

ARRGHHHFGHHH IM SO GLAD YOU GUYS LIKE SSKK. they're such a breath of fresh air, and writing them comes so easily to me. while i like writing skk ( fucked up as they are--even at this point in the story ) and the fast-paced nature of their relationship, this is romance writing work coming from the guy whose only other fic had a first kiss at uhhh...160k words.

yesenina did serve too hard. i imagine her as similair to the others, but with a Rita Hayworth-like air of ambition about her, and that's a serve. and it's what gets her killed.

Chuuya Yuan history coming in SOON. actually. Next chapter. seeing hella lose it over Chuuya's internal monologue here has been absolutely hilarious and kind of rewarding. I Knew All That because I'm the author ( duh ) so i never really grasped how strange the shift to Chuuya's thoughts about the relationship would be. I mean there's snippets of it, like the diner scene, but you're right, it's fanfic and so that is a lot easier to sweep under the rug.

ACAB. I considered putting a line from Doc Riedenschneider in The Asphalt Jungle ( 1950 ) "Experience has taught me to never trust a policeman. Just when you think one's alright, he turns legit." in a divider chapter between part I and part II, but I thought was too on the nose following 7 ( and a bit pretentious considering this is just ao3 fanfic and not a published work or anything ) so i grabbed myself by the metaphorical monkey backpack and didn't. Mafia Nepo Baby 😭 I love Hella HUGE WIN FOR ME. I was so nervous because i needed to balance Chuuya being observant but also quite literally *out of the loop.* He's not from the same world as Dazai--he's not involved with the murders or the politics or the mess going on yet. He comes across as oblivious at times because Dazai's POV is purposefully designed to make you see him that way. Dazai's so sure he's in control of what Chuuya knows that he doesn't realize he might have met his match.

ZSKK are uhm. yeah. all im gonna say there.

the "PARDON." IM CACKLING

argh. the switch up with this chapter...why the hell am i getting nostalgic for something i wrote less than two months ago ( ican't believe i've been grinding through this fic so fast jesus ).

i love unhealthy dynamics, truly. this fic was really a test to see if i could write soukoku making each other worse. which is a pretty stark contrast to my other stuff.

HELLA. OH MY GOD. that bit about their careers . . . i can't believe she noticed that. Chuuya started the fic genuinely ambitious, wanting the spotlight, wanting to defy expectations set upon him by his looks, his race, and his past. Dazai's a cop, sworn to uphold the law, but he doesn't feel like a good person. He can't ( interlude chapter . . . stares out the window ), but he can use everything about who he is to give Chuuya the life he wants. like a guardian ange--*gets taken out by a sniper chapter 8 style* Their original goals aren't gone, per se, they've simply been reoriented.

can't wait for chapter 7

i know it'll make Hella want to hunt me down for sport, so i'll sleep with both eyes open for the forseeable future.

[ninyard]

Heya! I’m new to writing fanfic despite reading for more than half of my life, and I have maybe a silly question: do you get help from a beta? How does one…find that help? 😅 I have a TRC and a TFC fic I need to complete and no godly clue how to find someone to read over what I write so I don’t obsess myself into spirals on my own haha.

I don't personally! But not for any specific reason - I think if literally ANYONE turned around to me and said they would be cool with beta reading my fics I would LOVE that shit. With the amount of mistakes I miss even after half a dozen rereads, I probably should have one lol

In general what I do is just step away from things for a day or two once I think they're finished, then read through it all, and if I trip up over anything in my brain, or find anything that feels a bit too wordy/like a mouthful, I'll revise it. I hate second drafts with a PASSION but for my first draft I usually write out the whole thing, with its bare bones, and fill in the gaps later. If you get stuck on something, just move on and come back to it later. Need to describe another character but don't know what to do? Just write 'He had blue eyes and brown hair' and move on. Things like that. It's so much easier to come back to it and fix it then fixating on it and getting nowhere. (i do a lot of additions in my edits, hence how my most recent fic went from 13k words in the first draft to 18k after the edit.)

I'm one of those losers that gets inspired by reading my own writing, so stepping away from fics when you think you've spent too much time spiralling over it, to come back to it later, is a LIFESAVER. Things you thought you were stuck on will get so much clearer once your brain has had a break, once you've """forgotten""" the exact words you wrote down. Read it from the beginning like it's your first time reading it, read every word, and if something takes you out of it, then figure out why and fix it.

Most importantly try not to be too worried about numbers and other peoples' opinions. It's easy to become discouraged when you're 5 chapters into a fic and it feels like nobody is reading it or liking it, but write for yourself!

Practice makes better, because it’ll never be perfect. Just have fun, don’t take it too seriously, and write what you want to read. Make a post and tag the fandom on it asking if anyone wants to be a beta reader, or maybe ask if anyone wants to “swap” (you beta read theirs and they read yours). I don’t know though!!!! I have never ever written with a beta reader so I don’t really have any advice there:((

I'm sorry I know you didn't ask for advice and I hope this doesn’t come across as rude or anything. We all start somewhere!! Here’s snippets from a fic I wrote in 2016 vs a different one I wrote this year.

Everybody starts somewhere, I’ve been writing fics for like 12 years and I still doubt if my writing is any good. Sure, validation is nice, but you have to trust yourself (and like your own stuff!!). and if you feel worried about your writing just keep going!!!! You’ll find your style and settle into it but just trust yourself and have fun my friend!! You’ve got this<3

(This got way too long and I rambled too much I’m so sorry)

[inevitably-johnlocked]

i have a confession

recently i had some trouble and had to delete an email

problem is, i used the google docs there to write my fics. and i thought i downloaded them all, but only one of my major ones did, and i lost everything else

literally all of it

i am anonymous because i lost my tumblr acc but on ao3 i am veetheree, and i had this longer dilemma regarding my potterlock fic (pretty disillusioned with rowling and all.that, unsure whether to continue) but even so i saw that a lot of people subscribed to it and i wanted to at least see where the story leads, i had over 300k words apart from the 40k i published

and i domt hve it anymore :') i didnt check the process because it seemed okay and i had other uni and work stuff to take care of, and now i check it and :') it's gone :')) im not doing well, and i am going to delete the fic i think

i dont have the energy to maintain it and i dont want it to be left in the dust either - i have lost all hope for it, and this is just a punch in the gut. and i was proud of the plot and how i intertwined the 2 worlds too

this is mostly just a rant because i dont really have anybody else who can relate to the pain of fic writing and the challenges that come with it

also, as to why i had to delete the email - it's complicated, hacking situation and such, but it happened over 2 months ago so im not able to retrieve it and neither do i really feel like looking into it, im done with that fic for good 😭

that's all, thank you for being a safe space for me to go to, and i apologise to anyone who was waiting for that fic to be updated :(

Hey Lovely *HUGS*

OH GOODNESS, I'm SO sorry you had a garbage time with your email, and even more so, accidentally deleted fics from your Google Drive without saving all of them. I'm TERRIFIED of losing my own fics from my G-Drive all the time (I do actually write and have about 15 "snippets" of fics on there) and back them up religiously.

That said, I can understand how life can overtake literally everything and just make being online Too Much™ – happens to me all the time 💜🖤. And I know how disheartening it can be to just... not have the motivation anymore to continue on with something, heaven knows I've done that plenty in my 40 years, LOL. And Lovely, we have to remember to do what's best for us in the long run.

When I was a teen, I wrote a fairly popular Sonic fanfic series that I never completed, literally left it on a cliffhanger. This was back before even FFNet, and fics were distributed in the Sonic fandom on our Geocities pages via Webring, LOL. After life took over, it still remains unfinished over 20 years later. I recently found the original word docs of all 9 of the stories (with the 10th one half-finished) and while I cringe at my bad writing from back then, I still love immersing myself in that world. One of these days, maybe I'll finish it, because I do think it was a great concept and intriguing storyline that dealt a lot with humanity and sentience, just obviously written by a teenager, hahaha.

The point of that anecdote? We can still love the things we wrote, and still want to engulf ourselves in that world from time to time and not feel bad about it. And if you decide to come back to it a decade from now, that's okay too. You're only human.

And never EVER hesitate to come here for a friendly eyeball to vent to. I try my best to make y'all feel not so alone. Glad to see you are okay, Vee, truly. That's what's most important.

*SNUGGLE BUGGLE HUGGLE* I hope you have a beautiful, prosperous day. And I'm sure your fic-fans understand <3

[kittlesandbugs]

Fanfic Writer Questions

Tagged by @sidestepping & @askweisswolf, ty for thinking of me!!!

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 62, but if you unstack the one shot compilations... 138ish? if I can math right.

2. What's your total AO3 word count? 119,010, and the bulk is FHR lol

3. What fandoms do you write for? Currently Baldur's Gate 3 and Fallen Hero, previously TWC, Dragon Age, Mass Effect/Andromeda, Star Wars Knights of the Old Republic 2

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? Gonna cheat a little and do one per fandom because this is heavily slated towards Mass Effect Andromeda just from age lol

Sleep it off - Mass Effect, Shepard/Aria T'Loak, Shep gets drunk at Purgatory and Aria babysits her

Little steps to the side - FHR, Chargestep/Argentstep/Chargentstep, currently 55? little one-shot fics, usually prompts, sometimes tiny ideas I get in my own head

Space snippets - Mass Effect Andromeda, Jaal/Ryder, a few prompt one-shots that picked up big steam when it finally went Explicit lol.

Bottles of Thedas - Dragon Age Inquisition, Solavellan, 20 short one-shots inspired by the collection of booze you can pick up off the ground throughout the game (minus the Warden mixes)

Business and Pleasure - Star Wars Knights of the Old Republic 2, Exile/Luxa, a re-write/better ending for Luxa gift fic for an exchange

5. Do you respond to comments? I am absolutely terrible at responding to comments because I see them in my inbox and I'm like oh yeah I'll reply to that later when I have time and then.... six months go by... the shame happens... I love every comment I get and I am so sorry alkdsfjoajsdfl

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Ehhhhhhhhhh most of my fics are in-between things, not really stand-alones on their own. Probably the one I milked the hardest for the ending of it specifically is Words not spoken (FHR, Chargestep, Ortega visits Riley's apartment post-Heartbreak)

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Again.... in-between things... the Mass Effect Andromeda and TWC fics are largely feel good fluff, so most of them?

8. Do you get hate on fics? Not that I'm aware of, lol

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Typically fluffy and/or hurt/comfort character exploration, although sometimes I feel a need to go for a whump

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? I haven't written a crossover since I was 13. I'm 37 now. I don't remember. It was pre-AO3 time for sure. XD

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I'm aware of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Not that I'm aware of.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? No, but I've written fanfics to fanfics by @ellstersmash and @sidestepping because they're both so talented and I Felt The Compulsion

14. What's your all time favorite ship? Whatever I'm currently writing for, in this case... any combo of Chargentstep aaaaaaaaaaand Durgetash lol

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Me, staring at my endless folder of WIPs, some of which having not been touched in five years

16. What are your writing strengths? Character explorations, snappy dialogue, short and sweet and punchy

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Writing long-haul, we're here for a good time, not a long time

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? Love it when other people do it! Very rarely do it myself!

19. First fandom you wrote for? Megaman X back in.................. 2000-ish? Very bad self-insert script fic lol

20. Favorite fic you've written? I think Time doesn't heal (FHR, Chargestep, all the Rangers and Riley experiencing the 3rd Heartbreak anniversary) is one of my biggest brain moments for writing fic, but Bottles of Thedas (mentioned above) has a special place in my heart for being the first and perhaps only large project I've finished.

Gonna taaaaaaaaaaaag... @astarien, @the-rebel-archivist, @gingerbreton, @rab-bitly, @catastrofriend

[hotcheetohatredwastaken]

20 questions for fic writers

I was tagged on this by @unexpectedstormy ! I wasn't sure whether I was supposed to respond like it was a chain or make my own post, so I just went for it

1. How many works do you have on A03?

Two. There will be more coming, because Blood Drops on Roses is just arc one of this story, and there's a lot of snippets for Prologue floating around.

Blood Drops on Roses: Linked Universe

BDOR Prologue: The Yiga and The Sheikah

2. What's your total A03 word count?

51,493 words since mid-August, when I finally got an account XD I've been a lurker for YEARS ya'll.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Linked Universe only, so far.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

See above XD I hope to get enough fics out there that I can sort my work like that, but for now it's just those two.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes, I respond as soon as I can, they are like crack to me. Maybe because I'm new to sharing my work or something, but I would die for each and every one of you that leaves even as much as a <3

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

NONE OF MY FICS ARE FINISHED YET AAAAAAAAAA. Arc 1's ending is going to be pretty angsty though.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Hm, I see that this questionnaire is not meant for me. There is a Prologue section "The Trap" that I'll be putting out soon through, its ending is pretty sweet I would say.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not yet. I am afraid that it's gonna happen, but so far everyone has been so nice, so I hope not D:

9. Do you write smut?

Nah. Don't really read it either. Just not my thing.

10. Do you write crossovers?

I mean unless you count LU as a crossover between all the Link's respective fandoms, no

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Gosh I hope not. How does one steal a fic?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope. If I ever get good enough at Spanish, I would like to take a crack at translating my own fic once its all published, but it would probably be laughably terrible. Eh, practice is practice.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not yet. Hey @needfantasticstories, I think Clippy Wind and Pug Sky need to go on some adventures together, don't you?

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

Tbh I don't really ship. I do think Malon/Time and Legend/Ravio are cute though. I'm just not really interested in exploring the romantic side of stories, even in published literature.

15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Geez I hope that I finish all of Arc 2 at this point. But I may be too early into the game to answer this.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Heck if I know. I had someone say in my comment section that they liked how I characterize people, so we'll go with that.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I write too much and probably in too much detail. Sometimes it would be better to say "They crossed the bridge and set up camp" but nooooooooooo lets add 7,000 words to this already bloated fic.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Italics. I was about to whip out my decade of Latin for part of this fic, but I decided against it because I'm pretentious but not that pretentious. Also because I still don't understand word order at ALL.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Now that I'm thinking about it, I think I have some fanfic from the dog series of Warrior Cats lurking somewhere that I wrote when I was like 12. Survivors, or something? I should probably go delete it, I'm sure it's trash. I'm scared to even look, it probably hasn't seen the light of day since I wrote it.

20. Favorite fic you've ever written?

Well I've only got one big fic out right now so let's go with BDOR

@needfantasticstories and @somer-writes I'm kicking this your way.

[exonerin]

14 and 29! For I am nosy. >]

Thank you so much!! Any nosiness is greatly appreciated here.

14: If you could see one of your fics adapted into a visual medium, such as comic or film, which fan fic would you pick?

Now, call me vain, but I considered this question before (before it was featured in the list and subsequently asked). Because there're some snippets, which I would love to see rather than read.

For Obikin, I work on a time-travel wip in which Darth Vader ends up back on Tatooine during the Phantom Menace after fighting Obi-Wan in the finale of the Obi-Wan Kenobi series.

And Padawan Obi-Wan practices some Jedi compassion on him while Qui-Gon is frolicking in Mos Espa with the Queen. Either way, in this fic, Darth Vader meets young Anakin Skywalker, who looks at his damaged limbs (courtesy of Obi-Wan Kenobi series Obi-Wan), and tells Darth Vader that "I can fix you."

And there's something about that scene with Darth Vader looking down at young Ani that would be pretty breathtaking to see (for me personally).

For a complete work, I'll say Unconditional Surrender (because I love the parallel about how Ren's and Hux's relationship progresses and how it's punctuated by how they end up pointing weapons at each other's throat over the course of the fic). It reads like a dance (spaced over 60k, so I'm not surprised no one caught it.

First, Ren raises his lightsaber to Hux's throat.

~20k later, Hux goes for Ren's throat with his dagger.

And another ~10k later, Ren lifts a hand to the hollow of Hux's throat.

It's a minor thing, but I love it, and I think seeing these scenes in close succession would be amazing.

29: Share a bit from a fic you’ll never post OR from a scene that was cut from an already posted fic. (If you don’t have either, just share a random fic idea you have that you don’t plan on getting to.)

I shared the great fic of death before. And a significant chunk of it too, so that one is no longer a correct response to the question.

I tried to bestow upon you the honor of the first Obikin fanfic I started writing (a 20k behemoth) but I took a look at it and had to close the file. Some things are better off not shared ever.

So, I present an alternative version of what could have been my Obikin Big Bang (but ended in the trash, the entire idea scrapped when I remembered children frighten me. I would call it phobia, but I don't think it's an ungrounded fear). Excuse the grammar, I only did some light cleaning here and I'm not a native speaker.

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Apologetically, he shrugged, the movement jostling Luke on his hip.

"I believe she has an appointment with Senator Chuchi," he told the handmaiden. He wasn't entirely sure. There were many things he wasn't sure about these days. Sometimes he believed he had never known anything, at all.

Sometimes, it felt like he was back in the middle of an active war zone, transported to the heights of the Clone Wars when he wouldn't know either.

When he had slept a full night for the last time, for example. Or when his last shower had been. And wasn't that a horrible question to ask oneself? He didn't know where Leia's stuffed tooka had gone, and she was unlikely to appear from the closet she had locked herself into until he found the stuffed animal for her.

Maybe it was in a towering pile of laundry blocking the hallway.

"Can you call her?" the handmaiden asked him.

Maneuvring around heaps of laundry he had started sorting in the hallway because the kitchen table was covered in the kids' handicrafts, he moved to the living room. He hadn't had an opportunity to upgrade his commlink, so it was still the scratched and scuffed one he had worn as a Jedi general.

Padmé's number was still encrypted on the device. The handmaiden followed him gingerly, grimacing at the mess. And Anakin swallowed around the lump in his throat that had taken up permanent residence there. Instead, he focused on the commlink in his hand, calling Padmé without any guarantee she would pick up the phone.

Padmé picked up on the seventh ring, barely intercepting the call before it would move to voicemail.

"Chancellor Amidala," Padmé greeted, sounding harried.

Anakin fumbled for words, sleep deprivation and the stupid lump in his throat making speech impossible.

"Uh… one of your handmaidens is here," he explained.

The handmaiden gestured to pass the comm over. Though loath to hand his comm over to a stranger, he complied. As soon as she pressed the comm close to her face, the handmaiden started rattling, falling back into a Nabooian dialect after a glance at Anakin. From the other end, Anakin could hear the muted sound of Padmé's voice.

He wasn't welcome here.

Feeling like an intruder in his own living room, Anakin returned to the hallway, relieved that Luke continued to sleep on his hip. He would need many washes to catch up with the laundry stacked high. If he didn't catch up, the damp towels would begin rotting, and all his laundry would smell musty no matter how often he washed it.

It was difficult to muster the energy to get started on this Sisyphean task. Laundry collected faster than he could sort through it and required more washing cycles than fit in a day.

Anakin Skywalker didn't resent his station in life.

His gaze drifted to the large balcony and landing platform visible through the opened door to the living room. Dully, he noted that either Luke or Leia had stuffed the fountain, which spewed pathetic streams of water intermittently. Later, he would have to fix it if his right hand decided to cooperate. Beyond the handmaiden and the potted plants, which had wilted since Anakin couldn't figure out how much water they needed, he could see the spires of the Jedi Temple.

The lump pressed harder on his sternum.

In his hold, Luke stirred.

Anakin Skywalker didn't regret his choices.

He just didn't know… anything anymore.

Once he had calmed down, all those years ago, he had felt too much shame to contact the Jedi again. No one had contacted him either. He inhaled shakily, his throat spasming around a pathetic sigh. He would never find closure, waking up in the dead of night from nightmares. However, these nightmares were no longer prophecies since his Force signature was as torn as ever.

"Thank you, Mister Amidala," the handmaiden said on her way out. "The Jedi will arrive in a few hours."

"What Jedi?" Anakin demanded, following her through the hallway back to the door. Suddenly, his heart pounded in his chest.

"Additional security detail," the handmaiden explained. "We cannot share this confidential information with a civilian."

Then, the door slammed shut behind her, rousing Luke.

"I'm not Mister Amidala," Anakin told the closed door. On his hip, Luke began crying, with loud sobs and wails. Only children could express their emotions so clearly, but Anakin contemplated joining Luke for a split second. Then, he straightened his back and bounced Luke on his hip.

"Hey, little guy, what's wrong?" he asked. The words were sandpaper in his throat. Luke needed his attention, whatever comfort Anakin could offer, or his son would lash out with the Force, and Anakin wouldn't realize until the lights shattered.

Thickly, he swallowed, past the point of trying to make sense of Luke's warbling. Anakin had led sieges on Outer Rim planets, had faced battalions of battle droids, led his men into bloody battles, and fought Sith Lords.

One apartment and two kids had him on his knees. Literally. Slowly, Anakin collapsed on his knees, careful to keep Luke balanced on his hip. If he cried, the twins would grow more upset, so he couldn't show his tears.

"Daddy?" Luke asked.

A shaky exhale fell from Anakin's lips.

"I'm here, Luke."

He wasn't. Not really. Physically, he was present, but his mind was lightyears away.

"I don't feel well," Luke whined.

Alarmed, Anakin jerked his head in Luke's direction, finally noticing the sugar smeared around Luke's mouth, his fingers and hair sticky and colorful from the artificial food coloring.

Hurriedly, Anakin scrambled to his feet, putting Luke down on the floor to check the kitchen. He stopped on the threshold, surveying the mess. A glass pot had toppled from a high shelf, its shards scattered over the floor. The gummy worms inside the pot -- a gift from a Senator who didn't have two hyperactive kids -- had all disappeared.

Luke waddled past him, trying to enter the hazard zone the kitchen had turned into.

"No," Anakin warned him, reaching out with a hand to stop Luke from entering the kitchen. "The glass is very sharp. If you cut yourself, it will hurt."

Luke lurched back, his big blue eyes watery, taking the cautioning very seriously. Even without his connection to the Force, Anakin could feel static build in the air. He could only brace himself for more destruction. Instead of a tantrum, however, Luke hiccuped suspiciously.

"I don't feel well," Luke repeated in a pathetic sniffle, and Anakin knew. Oh, he knew, but he could react in time. Luke threw up on the kitchen floor, covering the floor, the cupboards, and both their clothes.

Anakin stared at Luke, who stared back with wide eyes, unable to comprehend the weariness sweeping over Anakin.

"Okay," he sighed. "Okay," he repeated, needing to hear his own voice to ground himself.

"Okay," he said a third time, trying to channel resolve but only finding exhaustion.

"Oops," Luke responded.

Anakin just wanted to collapse on the floor and ignore his life. Unfortunately, Luke was covered in puke, so he couldn't tune out and pretend he was elsewhere if only for a handful of seconds.

Unbidden, his gaze returned to the spires of the Jedi Temple, barely visible from the kitchen.

"We will talk about this," he told Luke before sweeping his son into his arms to carry him to the bathroom.

Finally, Leia peeked from his closet. "What happened?" she asked.

"Your bother ate all the gummy worms and made himself sick," Anakin responded.

"That's unfair," Leia complained. "I wanted to eat them, too."

"I know, Leia," Anakin sighed, "I know."

Leia's bottom lip wobbled, and Anakin just didn't know. He had no quick fix for this situation.

"Later, okay?" he asked.

Leia frowned at him. "It's always later," she asserted. Anakin's heart shattered. He tried so hard, but he was failing both the twins and himself. "I want gummy worms," Leia grumbled before locking herself in the closet again.

"I do, too," Luke chimed in from his arms.

"Oh, no," Anakin assured him. "You've already eaten enough, Luke."

Luke disagreed, but Anakin wrangled him into the bath. As Luke came down from his sugar high and discovered his tummy ached, Anakin managed to get him in bed. Meanwhile, Leia had left her hiding spot, trailing after him as he gathered Luke's dirty clothes in his arms, grimacing at his soaked sleeves.

It was at this stage that the doorbell rang.

For a split second, Anakin considered ignoring the door, but Leia had already raced to the door, waiting there like an eager puppy until Anakin would open. So, he redistributed Luke's clothes in his arms and followed her.

When the door swung open, Anakin's gaze rested on cherry-leather boots, so familiar that his heart seized. Terror gripped his throat as he lifted his gaze over tan tunics until he met sky-blue eyes.

Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan's expression was neutral, giving Anakin nothing to work with.

"I…" Anakin swallowed thickly. "Why are you here?" he asked. Realizing how rude he sounded, he cleared his throat awkwardly. "Uh, welcome?"

He shuffled aside, almost tripping over Leia, who regarded Obi-Wan from behind Anakin's legs.

"You should-- I mean… if you want to, you can come inside. I mean."

Anakin glanced over his shoulder at the dirty laundry piled high in the hallway.

"Thank you, Anakin," Obi-Wan responded warmly, and Anakin's shoulder relaxed fractionally.

"It's not usually so messy," he mumbled when Obi-Wan brushed past him. Anakin couldn't help inhaling deeply, relishing the scent of the Temple issues laundry detergent, leather, and Obi-Wan.

"Who are you?" Leia demanded, still clinging to Anakin's left leg.

Obi-Wan crouched, offering her a hand, which Leia watched suspiciously. "Hello there," he greeted her. "I'm Obi-Wan Kenobi, and your father and I… we know each other."

We know each other.

Anakin's heart clenched in his chest. Suddenly, his deep embarrassment about the state his apartment was in didn't matter anymore. All that was left was misery.

"Do you know him, daddy?" Leia asked him for confirmation.

Anakin closed his eyes briefly. Five years had granted him a new perspective and a deep remorse. He preferred to avoid remembering, staying away from both his best and worst memories. Shame clung to him, and Anakin suspected he would never be free from the guilt that overwhelmed him on bad days.

On good days, he would spend rare free minutes staring through the window, following the shuttles descending to the Jedi temple with greedy eyes.

He dropped his gaze, accidentally meeting Obi-Wan, and unable to tear his gaze away.

"Obi-Wan is my best friend," Anakin answered. He gently pushed between Leia's shoulder blades, guiding her closer to Obi-Wan who shucked the sleeve of his cloak back to offer Leia his hand. Leia nodded primly before accepting Obi-Wan's hand, shaking it with vigor. Obi-Wan's expression quirked funnily before he dropped his gaze to Leia, treating her to his attention.

Anakin remembered meeting Obi-Wan for the first time, deeply impressed by the Padawan braid and lightsaber clipped to Obi-Wan's belt. He could no longer hear the soft hum of Obi-Wan's kyber crystal, forever deaf to the crystal's song. He was so homesick, but he didn't deserve to go back. Furthermore, there was nothing to return to.

Yet, he didn't feel so forlorn when Obi-Wan smiled at his daughter, visibly amused by Leia. Suddenly, it was vital that Obi-Wan liked his children.

"Introduce yourself, Leia," Anakin urged, praying she would behave.

"I'm Leia," Leia told Obi-Wan. "Nice to meet you."

"Hello Leia," Obi-Wan greeted her with a smile. "I'm Obi-Wan."

[romanceandshenanigans]

Writer Q&A Game

Thanks to @clairelsonao3 for tagging me!

1. What motivates you to write?

I'm not exactly sure tbh. It almost feels like a compulsion. There are days where I simply do not feel good in my body if I haven't written anything. Then there are others where I can't bring myself to write because I'm too tired or too distracted from life. Honestly the second I get a clear head and enough time to myself, I'll start writing.

2. A line/short snippet of your writing that you are most proud/happy of. If not maybe share a line of someone else's work you love (just please credit them)

This isn't from my WIP, but from a fanfic I wrote a while ago. I want to try to find a way to incorporate it into something. Not sure where though.

“I know this seems like it’s coming out of nowhere,” he said, “but promise it’s not. I’ve had a long time to think about it.  A few years, actually. I guess, I just didn’t realize how deep I was in it until about five minutes ago.”

She kept silent, but the simple fact she hadn’t told him to get out gave him the confidence to keep going. . 

“I meant it when I said I’m crazy about you. I like that you take your sugar with a drop of coffee.  I like how you sing to yourself when you’re happy.  I like that you never seem to get cold.  I like that you never lose your head under fire, but still need me to get rid of spiders. I like that you can laugh at yourself.  I like that you can laugh at me. Hell, I like that you’re perfectly willing to slap my face if the situation calls for it.

I like so many things about you Liz, and that’s just the stuff I found out on accident.  I can only imagine the stuff I’d learn if I started loving you on purpose."

3. Which OC makes you smile every time you think/talk about them and what are they like?

I really do enjoy writing Finn. The boy just makes my smile.

Close second is another OC which I wrote for fanfic who I want to save and put someplace else, Lucy. She's my softest girl who has a lot of love to give. Might figure out a way to put her in this regency setting somewhere, but who knows.

4. What process of writing do you enjoy the most?

The first draft spree. The moment when you get an idea and you have write it down as quickly as possible. It's rough and definitely will need some editing, but that rush cannot be topped. It just feels satisfying to exorcise even the smallest of scenes out of my body.

5. What part of writing do you think you are the best at? (Yes stroke your own ego it's okay)

Dialogue, hands down. It's at least the part I've gotten the most compliments on.

6. What is something in the writeblr community is most enjoyable?

I've only just started to dip my toe in, but I really do love answering asks. I like seeing other writer's process and knowing I'm not alone. It's just fun!

7. A writing tool/device you use that helps you with writing? (It could be speech to text, a writing program etc)

I've been using Scrivener and it's really helped me keep everything organized. I have a very conspiracy board way of drafting, so having all my random snippets in one place really helps.

8. A piece of worldbuilding that you like in your own story? (It could be the magic system, a particular place in the story, a law etc)

Not sure world building is my strong suit for this current WIP. I suppose I'm enjoying expanding the world of the theatre, but I admittedly need to do more research.

9. What piece of advice would you say to encourage others to write if they are having a rough patch?

Write anyway. It doesn't have to be the scene that's giving you trouble. It doesn't even have to be for the piece you're trying to focus on, just don't get out of the habit of writing. Once you lose that momentum, it takes a long time to get it back.

10. Tag some people whose works you love/have been your biggest supporters

Gotta give a shout out to @clairelsonao3 for being so welcoming in my introduction to the writeblr community. And @janec23, for being one of the few specifically romance writers to reach out.

But I really can't begin to thank all the people who have followed me from my fanfic blog over to this one. It really means so much to know people are interested in reading anything I put out there.

@flapjacques, @jo-harrington, @can-of-pringles, @handahbear, @auroramagpie, @justanothersadperson93, @sad-cat-hours, @ghostface001, @theowlwhocameback, @mattmurdocksscars, @roruna, @everything-intertwined, @sweetjedi, @arcanerazil, @vibratingbonesbis, @delirious0pandemonium, @llovelykenobi, @geek-girl7, @mixedupanddown

Know that I love and appreciate you all.

I'm also going to leave this an OPEN tag to anyone who wants to do this, and especially invite everyone who I have tagged above. (and

[burntblueberrywaffles]

WIP Game

I was tagged by: @realmermaid333 @unlifeira and @fangeek-girl thank you I kiss you 💕

Rules: In a new post, post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

welp this is awkward I write most of my wips in my notes app so they don't really have names? at most I'll write "[ship/fandom] fic" at the top so I can find them more easily asagsfdhg plus they all get buried under all my other notes so I went on a dive to find as many WIPs as I could, but probably missed many; anyway here goes lol

Wyler fic (that's the only title in my notes app but I already know the real title will be "Impact")

Vaderdala

Vaderdala fic

Vaderdala fic 2

unamed anidala wip

unamed star wars WIP

Another unamed star wars wip

a single unamed Good omens paragraph (does this even count as a WIP idk it was more throwing down an idea lol - though most of my writing is super short anyway so could become a drabble)

Midge fanfic

(did not include any of my poetry WIPs bc i don't think anyone cares about that but if you want me to make a list of these lmk haha)

BONUS!

the WIPs I actually have in my word document, though most of these I haven't touched since 2022/2021 so I don't thinnk I'll ever finish them lol

from the general folder

miasper other

miasper

sorciere texte

sorciere textev2

from the jatp folder

caleb

cemeterry

life is a risk (but we will take it)

little one

soulmate au

+ Second Bonus bc I saw a wip I didn't remember so I opened the file and it was just this lmaooooo

I'm not sure which writer mutuals have already done this game so no pressure tags to: @king-crimson-works @witchysith @beri-allen @katwitchwriting @theycallme-thejackal @iknowitwontwork @realisticintentions @cupoteahatter and anyone who wants to play!