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Daily affirmations but it’s just “I WILL finish the last chapter of my fic today”
#lautski fic#hatchetfield fanfic#the struggles of a fanfiction author#fic planning#fic writing#of melodies and martrydom (hatchetfield fic)
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#author#book blog#bookblr#booklover#books & libraries#fantasy books#indie author#self publishing#writing#writer meme#writer struggles#writer shit#meme#relatable memes#ao3#ao3 fanfic#ao3 writer#fanfic#fanfiction#ao3fic
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why is writing fanfic so hard. i just want to be able to sit down, think my idea, and have it magically show up in my doc exactly how i see it.
#fanfic writing#fandom#fanfic#fanfiction#fanfic struggles#ao3 fanfic#ao3 writer#ao3fic#archive of our own#fanfic authors#please say this is relatable
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🎀Screw a breakup, you ever write 5000 words of a fanfic and realize you kept switching between tenses every two paragraphs?
#im too stupid to be alive#can i get a refund on three days of my life#author#writer#author problems#writer stuff#writer problems#writers on tumblr#writing#fanfic#fanfiction#cod fanfic#writeblr#writers#writing community#creative writing#writerblr#writer things#writers life#writers and poets#writerscommunity#writing funny#write#writing meme#writing memes#writing struggles#writing problems#writing humor#writing is hard
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for all my writer friends:
whatever your word count, it's okay.
a small word count means you got your words across quickly and sweetly, while a large word count means more content for your readers.
sometimes chapters are big, sometimes they're small. whatever it is, it doesn't dictate your value.
you're doing so well, keep it up :D
#writer#writing struggle#writing problems#writing#writeblr#writers on tumblr#writerscommunity#word count#writer problems#fanfic#fanfiction#archive of our own#ao3#ao3 fanfic#fanfic writing#fanfics#fanfic authors#ao3 writer#abstractpenny#abstract's icons
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WHATEVER HAPPENED TO BEING KIND TO THOSE PUBLISHING FANFICS? Like, we publish FREE fanfics, on our own time / cost / etc. We don't have to do this. And people as of late, have just been so hateful. What happened to the fandoms?
This is a legit convo I had in my dm's over one of my fanfics on wattpad.
Reader : Your character cries too much!
Me : Oh, well, she's literally undergoing stressful situations and it's natural that she will break down. Not to mention, she's not been given any real time to cope with the loss of her loved ones. Besides, I have only posted a few chapter's so her growth has not yet been posted / explored.
Reader : She's just a cry baby!
Me : Oh, well, if you don't like the way she copes, you don't have to read the book. I am sure there are other books out there with main character's you may like.
Reader : You can't tell me what I can and can't read! Your a horrible author for not trying to please your fans-
Me :
EDIT TO POST!
It's the cruelty of the fandom's / mean fans / how they treat each other, that causes most author's / fans to stop loving a fandom. And it sucks! I remember when fandom's used to hype each other up and gust over character's / fanfics. Now, it just feels like pool of negativity.
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@lovelykhaleesiii
@danytar
#hotd fanfic#hotd#wattpad fanfiction#house of the dragon fanfic#author struggles#fandoms#house of dragons#aegon ii targaryen#house of the dragon#aegon ii targaryen x reader#aegon targaryen x reader#aegon ii targaryen smut#aegon targaryen smut#aemond targaryen x reader
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my gender? former english literature student who uses their powers for good (writing gay fanfiction)
#fanfiction#ao3 memes#fanfic#writing#ao3 stuff#ao3#writers on tumblr#ao3 struggles#wattpad#writing community#fanfiction stuff#fanfic writing#ao3 author#fandom memes#fandom things
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Please help! I have the first couple chapters of a new fic ready to be posted, all I miss is a title for it.
The basic plot is: a homeless teen finds a baby abandoned and decide to take him in as a son. As the child grow he start to show superpowers (time travel btw) and one day he travel too far finding himself unable to return back home. Learning of a plot to cause the end of the world the now-no-longer-child need to find a way to save his family (and the world too I guess) while his father mourns his supposed death.
#writing#writers#writer#fanfiction#writers woes#fanfic#ao3#wip#fic#fics title#title#book title#the eternal title struggle of all authors
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me standing up in the circle of people: hello, my name is Space Alligator and I'm addicted to starting WIPs I'll never finish. the rest of them in chorus: hello Space Alligator. me: I haven't started a WIP in two months *claps go around the circle* me: but! *already sobbing* yesterday I started ANOTHER ONE! Even though I already had NINE STORIES in my WIP folder! everyone in chorus again: you're valid *the fanfic writers anonymous counselor stands and hugs me and everybody claps*
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AI Writing
I always use AI in my writing: Author's Imagination. It’s the most advanced system out there by far!
Sure, it only works at odd hours, especially 2:00 am when I have an exam in the morning.
It needs a hyper-specific playlist that is often the opposite of what I'm working on.
It also keeps me up all night with ideas that I just have to write down and allows me to write super vague outlines of chapters that stop making sense in five minutes, causing me to ask, "What was I thinking?"
Oh, and it always tries to make me describe something unique, because it just knows that I can’t picture things in my head, turning my Google search history into a crazy mess, that makes for some crazy YouTube ads for the next couple of weeks.
But honestly? It’s still the best system I’ve ever used, and will ever use for my novel and fanfics!
I thought of this joke a while back with some friends, and I finally thought I should post it. Also, this is one of the first real posts I've done, so hopefully I'm doing it right.
#fanfiction#fanfic#fan fiction#writers on tumblr#writing humor#writer problems#author life#creative process#writing community#writer struggles#anti ai#artificial intelligence#fuck generative ai#fuck ai#Author's Imagination#ai#writers#writing#jokes#writing habits#writerscommunity#writeblr#aphantasia#original post
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#fic writing#the struggles of a fanfiction author#fanfic writing#story writing#i love procrastinating#procrastination#pinterest#listen you guys it just happens#sometimes I have a collection of ideas that would make a banger story and I never fucking write it#cause it’s always all over the place when I’m writing it-
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Pffftttt 💀💀💀
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The stupid thing about writing fanfic that they don’t tell you is that, yes, you’ll become hella good at writing good stuff, but you’ll have so many ideas about these fictional copyrighted characters. And when you want to sit down and write a book you can actually profit off, you have zero ideas because all you want to write about is these copyrighted characters.
#WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO WRITE ABOUT IF I CANT WRITE ABOUT WILLIAM ANDREW SOLACE???#writing fanfic#fanfiction writer#fanfic stuff#fanfiction#ao3#ao3 fanfic#ao3 writer#ao3 author#ao3fic#fanfic writer#writer#writers#writer stuff#writer struggles
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guys if i haven't written at least 3k words of poolverine after today, can y'all like.... come to germany and kick me in the face?? feel like i need some motivation
#deadpool and wolverine#poolverine#ao3#deadpool#marvel#deadpool fanfic#fanfic author#fanfiction writer#writing#writer#fanfic writing#poolverine fic#my fics#writing struggles
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“i’m never more at peace than i am in your arms.” with Steven Grant
Pairing: Steven Grant x Reader
Word Count: 887
A/N: Just opened up my askbox for some requests!
Warnings: fluff, hurt/comfort if you squint, poorly-edited
The service had been a lovely one. The reception even lovelier.
The reception is even lovelier.
Having stepped outside of the venue and into the cooled heat of the summer night for a moment’s rest from the festivities, you feel as if it was all a memory, a misfiring of neurons that made you believe that the day had truly happened.
You’re tired, tuckered out. The type that only comes from not eating enough and feeling too much.
Your bones ache, there’s a film of something stuck to your skin and inside your lungs. You’ve spent too much of the day outside, with too many people you’d spend at most an hour with.
A grating static is littered like chalk dust inside your mind. The more you try to wipe it away the worse it gets.
A rumble of laughter flows out from the open window, and it goes straight to your head in the worst of ways.
It’s a horrid combination of too many things that, each one in moderation, would be alright to handle but put together like this are too much at once.
You’re oversaturated.
There’s an increase and decrease in noise as the door opens and closes, the bit of a drag on the second step that lets you know that everything is going to be alright, that you no longer need to struggle to keep the cracking mask on.
“Hiya love,” his voice is warm, like the sun. “Everything alright? Lost each other in there, didn’t we? For a bit.” His arm comes to curl around your waist, he pulls you close to him.
Everything is alright now.
Guilt crawls up your throat at the poorly-hidden worry in his voice, “Sorry about that.” He’s wearing the cologne you got him for Valentine’s three years ago. He’s on his second bottle now. “Didn’t mean to run off.”
“Well you didn’t go very far,” Steven shrugs. The movement against your own body is a redemption in itself. There’s a purr of laughter around his voice, “If anything I’d say it was a piss-poor attempt at running off.”
You smile and laugh, breathing coming to you a little bit easier now that his body is warming yours up, now that it’s just the two of you again. “Didn’t take you long to find me.”
He shrugs again. You suppose there isn’t an answer to that anyways, the pull between you and Steven inexplicable, though entirely tangible to the both of you.
“You feelin’ alright, though, dearie? Somethin’ on your mind?” His free hand presses against your forehead, the side of your face. There’s a dimple between his eyebrows.
You turn and look up at him, pressing the length of your body into his side. Even the rub of the fabric of his pants against your skin is enough, the truth of his own skin underneath shining through it all like seaglass.
You know for a fact there’s a dopey grin on your face. Your arms come to circle around his neck like Saturn’s rings, your fingers come to play with the ends of his hair, “Just you.”
“You wanna go home? Really, I wouldn’t mind, the band was gettin’ a bit on my nerves if I’m being honest,” he turns away for a moment, his voice dropping to a grumbling tone like it always does when he complains. “Don’t know what kinda stick that trumpeter's got up his arse but he’d be doing us all a good favour if he took it out and threw it far, far-.”
“Steven,” your voice isn’t harsh, a gentle callback to the moment between you two that existed free of any trumpets. “I’m alright now,” you cup his cheek, gaze into the coffee cups of his eyes. He’s more concerned than you initially took it for, his light-hearted teasing a paper-thin veil. “Just needed a breather.”
“You sure you don’t wanna go? It’ll be much nicer at home, Gus’ll be there n’all.”
Steven loves live music, despite his complaints. He’s notorious for being the life of the dance floor whenever you two go out, and his eyes are still twinkling, the need to dance still present in his soul like a blossoming tulip.
“I'm never more at peace than when I’m in your arms…when I’m with you,” you smile, trace the ridges and grooves of his nose, press your thumb into the prominent pockmark on his left cheek, right above his mouth. “Thanks for coming and finding me.”
“‘Course honey, ‘course,” he swallows, tightens his grip on you a little. “You really wanna stay?”
You nod, “I think I’ve got an hour or two left in me.”
He doesn’t stray from your side once after that, sweat dampening his forehead as he spins and spins to the music he seemingly hated. In something beyond your soul, his presence is steady and quiet like a rusted anchor.
Steven’s hand is warm and soothing in yours, his voice hoarse and scratched an hour later, after you’ve said your goodbyes and are heading out.
Your feet ache a little. For some reason, the nails of your hands are throbbing. Your soul is calm, soothed.
As always, all you really needed was Steven.
And Steven always came to you.
Thanks for reading, if you liked it, please consider leaving some feedback! I don't usually respond, but I obsess and re-read reblogs and comments constantly.
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#steven grant#steven grant x reader#steven grant x you#steven grant x y/n#steven grant x female!reader#steven grant fluff#steven grant angst#steven grant fanfiction#steven grant fanfic#steven grant fic#steven grant x f!reader#steven grant imagine#moon knight fanfiction#moon knight#moon knight imagine#moon knight fic#oscar isaac#i really struggled here too bc i haven't written steven in such a long time and im scared that it shows#trying to remind myself that this is a hobby#that there are published authors that write worse than me#that this is my blog and if i wanna post shitty writing then ill post shitty writing please and thank you
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Me: I'm going to write today! Today is going to be a writing day!
Also me: Does literally anything but writing
#writing#author#fanfic#book#authors#fanfic authors#fanfiction writers#creative writing#writing community#writerslife#struggles of being an author
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