#thinking too hard about writing fanfic

[wickjump]

im gonna start posting fanfic recs btw whenever i find good ones. both here and my (awfully barren) 18+ account. because there are so many good fics out there with so few hits and fewer kudos and sometimes no comments period and it SUCKS because i REALLY LIKE THEM A LOT.. and i hope that by linking them here and yelling at everyone to COMMENT DAMMIT they might actually do it

seriously though any comment means a lot. most people who read a fic don’t even give a kudos. even if the fic wasn’t top tier, if you didn’t dislike it, hand over some kudos!! and if you liked it, comment!!!! even if the comment is one singular heart emoji it will be appreciated. if the comment just says “great fic!” the author will be happy. your comment doesn’t have to be this long winded gushing or analysis.

so many authors quit writing or lose motivation because the comments are few and far in between or just sometimes nonexistent. trust me when i say authors don’t care about how long or cool or smart sounding your comment is i promise!!!

i hope that mmmaybe recommending fics and telling people to comment might help fics i really like get more support maybe. and i, points at you reading this, hope that you will listen!!!at least a little….at least sum kudos….

[zorilleerrant]

Khoa never thought he’d have another son. There were apprentices, of course, with distance between student and master, but never anyone he’d allow to see his true face, not even in a game, not even in a test to see if they recognized him without his mask.

Billy can recognize him no matter the mask.

Is it so strange? It can’t be. People all over the world since time immemorial have seen themselves in their children. His parents did, with every step he took. Of all the parents he knows – good and bad – they find themselves in the younger generation, and that’s meaningful to them. Not a kind of love he’s ever pursued. Even finding the good within the obligation took so much work that it still doesn’t seem to fit, when he wants to help the boy.

He's known that Captain Marvel wasn’t real. Anyone can see that from the too smooth complexion, the jerkiness of movement like animation pulling him into the uncanny valley. Like Superman he’s a public hero, and like most public heroes he puts on a performance to dazzle and reassure. Khoa, like Bruce, prefers to stick to the shadows, and it all could’ve ended there, neatly, one job together and ways parted like closing a file.

But Khoa’s had much longer than Billy to recognize people regardless of their mask. He was good before the training and he knew the necessity of it, but Billy. Billy hasn’t had the training, just that same childhood knack.

Billy has the same furrowed brow that smooths into an easy smile, cherubic cheeks gleaming to convince the adults around him that he knows his way. The gentle voice that reassures people he won’t be a bother. He helps his fellow students with their homework and their hobbies; he guides his siblings in how to make a sandwich with the last of the peanut butter. Ever helpful, so he doesn’t stand out. So they won’t kick him out.

He’s like Khoa when he was small, knowing something was missing deep inside of him, turning and turning to catch it, a dog chasing his own tail. So he acted, and he befriended everyone he could, because if they liked him well enough they’d never turn on him. Billy’s been turned on, once or twice. Khoa can see it in the way the smile doesn’t always reach his eyes. In the way his hands dart in and out before anyone can see.

It’s no wonder he can put on a whole different self and charm the world when he’s learned at the feet of public schools how to look his best. How else would he learn, if not through trial and error? Khoa could see that, in the adult, but it’s different, looking at a child. Someone who still has years to go before he stops needing people completely. Someone who could benefit from having a teacher willing to be gentle about imparting lessons.

It’s different, looking at this too-friendly boy and the shadows in his eyes that haven’t yet faded with age.

[sea-buns]

If Liam and Pib are actually in the same session that would be incredible

You give Liam a new little friend that stabs and tricks people—imagine the shit they could get up to. The trolling that could commence. Imagine the absolute terror of a bright pink boy and a little black cat coming to kick your ass.

[likes-words-and-shrimp]

Seeing that one post going around that's just basically 'say if you ever read fanfictions that are better than published books' and it's like, yeah of course there are some that are better, because some people are genuinely good writers, but also there are good books too, and then seeing people say things like, 'I have never read a good book I only prefer fanfictions' and it's just?? Seek out some books? There are so many different kinds, for so many different things. It just sounds like you're reading for an easy serotonin boost than really engaging with the work.

People who write books and people who write fanfics have one thing in common: they write. They are doing the act of writing, and each person is going to have different styles and come at it with different experiences. Also, if your favorite fanfic writer comes out with an original work that's not just filing the serial numbers off, will you read it? Or are you only there because they're writing your favorite characters from another piece of media (which might even be from a book?). Speaking as a fanfic writer who is happy when people compliment my writing, please read some books I'm begging. Not everything is from booktok.

[softspeirs]

Hi Katie! From the prompt list, "I haven't laughed like this in a long time" for Grace and Rosie if you're feeling that vibe?

A/N: Hi Battie! Thank you for sending this in! I hope you like this. These Heartbeats Clear Masterlist

The Officer's Club is a flurry of activity as the Red Cross girls enlist the Nurses to help them decorate for the evening's shindig.

Grace straightens to her full height, wiping perspiration from her brow when the door opens, and Rosie's large frame fills the space, the light from behind illuminating him.

Helen winks at Grace, who flushes and bats her friend away.

Crusher cap in hand, Rosie takes in the scene as he approaches. "Thought I'd find you here. How's it going?"

"Fine," Grace says, stepping closer and lowering her voice. "You're sure he has no idea?"

"He's too busy to notice. I'm a little worried we won't be able to get him away from his office, to tell you the truth."

Crosby has been promoted to Major, and everyone decided it was worth celebrating, even though the man himself would probably be mortified. Really, they all need a reason to have a party.

Morale has been low. They need an excuse to have fun, even if it's only for one night.

"Well, we're counting on you to convince him, Major."

She loves the slow smile he gets sometimes that's she's trying hard to believe isn't just for her. It gives her butterflies. There's a simmering heat between them now, weeks after Rosie's hardstand confession that had left her breathless.

She's pretty sure she loves him, and is working up the courage to let him know that fact before he flies again.

"Major, can you give me a hand for a second?" Tatty asks from across the way where she's trying to hang streamers. "Sorry to interrupt, but you're taller than anyone here."

One last soft smile at Grace and then he heads over, talking to Tatty quietly as he holds up one end so she can tape it to the wall where she's perched on a stepstool.

Grace busies herself with other party prep, but she can't stop herself from sneaking glances at Rosie every chance she gets, biting her bottom lip to keep from smiling when she catches his eye a few times.

She feels like a teenager.

It's a few more moments of trying not to eavesdrop to Rosie's low voice before she registers his presence at her back again, turning around to give him a grin.

"So, Major, what time should I pick you up?" She asks, delighted at the incredulous laugh that bubbles out of him.

"Oh, you're taking lead on this mission?"

She nods, face serious. "That's right. You deserve a night off. Let's see... seven o'clock? Can you be ready by then?"

He nods, scratching at his jaw in that way he does when he's trying not to laugh. "Yes ma'am. With bells on."

.

And so it's Grace loitering outside Rosie's hut in the early evening light, wearing the one non-uniform dress she packed for this exact type of occasion.

The door opens and Douglass is there, straightening the tie on his uniform, and he smiles when he sees Grace twisting her fingers together anxiously.

"Captain," he says, "You look great."

"You look handsome, Dougie." Grace says, smiling shyly. "Any chance you can let Rosie know I'm here?"

"Oh, he knows. He's been checking his watch for the last five minutes." His grin is shit-eating. "Not every day you get a girl askin' you on a date, you know? He'll be out in a minute." '

Grace shakes her head, watching as he walks in the direction of the officer's club. The door squeaks open behind her one more time, and she smells Rosie's familiar cologne before she turns around. His eyes are pinned to her, dark blue traveling up and down her body as he smiles gently at her.

"Wow, Grace."

"It's not anything--"

He cuts her off before she can continue by taking her hand, lacing their fingers together. "Don't say it's nothing special," he chides. "You look beautiful."

"Thank you." Grace whispers. There's no one around that she can see, so she takes a chance and lifts up on her toes to press a soft kiss to his lips that immediately part for her, his hand coming up to cradle her jaw. "Hi."

"Hi." He echoes. "Ready to go? I told Croz to come but there's still a chance we'll have to go by his office if he doesn't show up."

"Ready." She confirms, and they swing by command first, both of them letting out a sigh of relief when Crosby's desk is empty.

At the officer's club, he's waiting by the door, a sheepish grin on his face as he accepts congratulations, pats on the back, and a beer from Douglass.

"I knew you were up to something," he says, pointing a finger at Rosie when they get inside. "And you!" He switches his attention to Grace. "You said it was urgent--"

"It is urgent! It's urgent that you take a night off and have a good time. Doctor's orders." Grace replies.

Distantly, she's aware that Rosie hasn't let go of her hand, but she's past caring. Their relationship isn't exactly a secret, not after they had their first kiss in a post-mission induced haze on the hardstand where anyone could see.

She also suspects no one cares, not as long as they're happy. This war has been too long for anyone to care how other people find their bit of happiness.

"Congratulations, Major." Rosie says to Crosby, stepping forward to shake his friend's hand. "Now let's have some fun."

They spend the night drinking and dancing, Grace laughing as she trips over her own feet until she gets the hang of letting Rosie lead. He only teases her about it once, and she basks in the glow of an evening where no one is worrying and where they all get to let loose. It's so rare these days, and she can't remember the last time she had this much fun.

"I need a break," she whispers in Rosie's ear after awhile, sweat curling the hair at her temples.

"I'll get you another--"

"Water, Rosie. I need water."

He nods, smiling as he leads her over to an empty table, pulling out the chair so she can sit down before heading back to the bar. He comes back with a water for her and a coca-cola for himself, and it's not long before he takes her free hand again, his fingers tracing the veins on the inside of her wrist casually, like he doesn't even realize he's doing it.

"I haven't laughed like this in a long time." He tells her, voice soft. "This was a good idea."

Grace looks around the room at all the smiling faces, people dancing and propping up the bar, split in pairs or in groups of friends, and she looks back to Rosie, who is watching her like she's hung the moon.

"Stop looking at me like that."

"Can't help it."

The party winds down sometime in the early hours, and there's no missions scheduled for the next day because of inclement weather. They all take a collective sigh of relief knowing that the high of their party won't come crashing down the next morning.

Grace has the afternoon shift at the hospital the next day, and as Rosie walks her back to her hut, she squeezes his hand in thanks.

"What?" He asks.

"Just-- I had fun. And this--" she holds up their joined hands, "I like this."

His cheeks flush. "Me too."

They come to a slow stop near the door, and Grace laughs when Rosie tugs on her hand to pull her to the side of the building, away from, the harsh light above the door and away from prying eyes.

Grace is sure Rosie has never done one improper thing in his life, and it makes her light up from the inside out to see the way he wants to keep these moments between them private and just for them.

It's still up for debate if the way he kisses her would be considered proper. Certainly not to any poor soul who might wander by and catch them, but Grace is past caring. It's just-- he's so passionate about everything he does, his feelings for her included.

She responds in kind, and there's not a second where she feels the need to slow things down. She trusts him implicitly, and she knows the feeling is mutual. She can feel it in the way he gives himself over to her, lets himself be his most vulnerable in front of her.

Foreheads pressed together, both of them trying to catch their breath, he gives her a blinding smile before kissing her temple. "Goodnight, Grace." His voice is a low, low rumble that makes her break out in shivers.

"Goodnight," she replies in a whisper. "Pick me up for breakfast tomorrow?"

"You got it."

He walks her back to the door, and stands there, hands clasped behind his back as he watches her go inside. She gives him one last smile over her shoulder before she closes the door. Sitting down on the edge of her mattress, she lets out one more breathless laugh before getting ready for bed, hoping they both have many more laugh-filled nights ahead of them. Together.

[qcomicsy]

Lately I've only been wishing to grab a comic about my favorite character and just have a genuinely good time reading it.

[crownedwille]

For once I'm begging for fics with crown prince Wilhelm in it where that's not just portrayed as a bad thing where he is miserable and he and Simon are struggling but where it can work out and be good 😩

Or give me fics where you have the s3 ending but it didn't solve everything and they don't live a happy 'normal' life and have struggles. Both should be possible, there is not just one option for the way you can write those two outcomes. That's what fanfiction is for - to create and explore different alternatives. I see so many s1 or s2 canon divergence fics but where are the s3 canon divergence fics? Please, I'm begging 😩

[r0semultiverse]

What We Do in the Land of Ooo

🧛‍♂️ What We Do in the Shadows x Adventure Time crossover AU! ⚔

Finn Mertens in place of Guillermo de la Cruz

Marceline Abadeer in place of Nadja of Antipaxos

Bonnibel Bubblegum in place of Laszlo Cravensworth

Jake the dog in place of Colin Robinson

Vampire King in place of Nandor The Relentless

Betty Grof in place of The Guide

The Lich in place of Baron Afanas

Peppermint Butler in place of Wallace the Necromacer

Simon Petrikov in place of Derek

BMO in place of Nadja Doll (her old consciousness uploaded or something was an idea I had)

Marshall Lee & Gary Gumball/Prince in place of Sean & Charmaine

[crowned-clown-rising]

Trying to make Erika and Lance hate each other but then I have them talk for 5 minutes and they start saying nice things to each other in front of my salad.

Shut up and bicker? You are supposed to barely tolerate each other guys?

[rosesofenvy]

New Malevolent Oneshot!

Who's That Crazy Cat? (2356 words) Summary: 3 times Arthur finds a cat and the 1 time John does

[abeinginsand]

Something, something, Lincoln doesn't like butterflies because they always fly away and don't return. Something, something, Taylor's demon wings are starting to sprout. Both are secretly freaking out about it. ---- Started working on this (fic snippet here)

[cowboyskeletons]

*insane about media voice* i am normal about media

[nox-in-a-box]

Suddenly remembered a headcanon of mine from a while back about how Cedric rarely, if ever, drinks around people because of how embarrassing he gets. He's already treated as a joke, imagine if he made a fool of himself when drunk...but he probably drinks alone in his tower sometimes. Never in the workshop, of course...he made that mistake once and that's the last time he's making it. I think he'd be the type to drink away his emotions.

[applesjuice]

Chapter 3 of Where Falling Stars Live is now live!

Heads up for she/her pronouns used for Kieran going forwards (for now), they're AFAB in this and just fell from the sky. Gonna take a bit to get that head back on their shoulders to speak up about things. But nobody is malicious about any misgendering, if the doctor says it's a girl who are they to argue? Especially when said girl just rolls with it.

Nobody who matters is really going to care when they inevitably speak up about a preference; the clans in particular have some religious thoughts about gender. Their framework for "gender roles" are based off of the roles of their deities, aka the nobles. So Pearl Clan for example holds Lady Sneasler up as an ideal example of true womanhood lmao. They have traditions of converted gender so as long as you are performing your duties sufficiently expected of that role then it's whatever so long as you're useful.

Plus Akari (Kieran) is young and doing some sacred tasks like quelling their nobles. Kid's practically as shaman in their eyes, very folklore hero coded, they can be whatever they want and look cute while doing it too.

[passthroughtime]

today i’m thinking about “different first meeting” kuwagami scenario where kuwana is acquainted with kaito beforehand, BUT not as friends, but as fuckbuddies at most. maybe, even just as a one night stand.

yagami comes to kaito’s apartment because he couldn’t reach him or something, and sees another new guy coming out of his shower; this isn’t news for him that kaito occasionally hooked up with random women and men alike, with preference in the former. yagami pays kuwana no mind and actively deflects any advances from him, thinking that kuwana sees him as another fuckbuddy of kaito. yagami doesn’t fuck around that much, and definitely isn’t in the mood to find somebody to stay the night with: they have an urgent case, and there isn’t any other thing on his mind at the moment.

while kuwana falls in love with yagami at the first sight. sure it’s weird to fall for a business partner of the guy he just fucked and isn’t going to remember for long. but, yagami is perfect, in some stupid way. kuwana says something dumb, gets rejected, and his hurting heart tells him he can’t let yagami go. he hasn’t felt this way about anyone in years.

so, he starts to hang around kaito much more frequently, they may even be called friends at some point. yagami thinks they are dating; this is the last thing kuwana wants him to think.

although, they click with each other pretty quickly; with all the annoyance, it’s fun to bicker with him, rarely being serious, picking on him and being picked on in turn. but it also frustrates yagami, because he sees that kuwana doesn’t really care about kaito (the amount he'd expect of the guy kaito is together with). while kuwana sees that yagami worries for kaito, and thinks that it’s in that way. once, he, heartbroken and losing hope, asks what yagami sees in kaito (as a possible romantic partner), but words it badly and is understood even worse. yagami falls out with kuwana, and they stop talking altogether.

yagami sulks and is very upset, because he thought they had something special going there, even if it was just a mutual interest, which wouldn’t turn into anything else. kuwana stops talking to kaito, explaining to him that it was because he couldn’t bear to be with yagami in one room when he hates him so much. his words kind of insinuate of kuwana’s feelings for yagami, but kaito doesn’t catch the hint.

some time passes, and yagami and kaito talk about kuwana. yagami says that he regrets so much cutting kuwana off from his life. kaito remembers what kuwana said, tells it to yagami as word for word as he could remember, and though he doesn’t understand what’s wrong, yagami sees kuwana’s message clearly.

yagami can’t reach him by his number (it’s out of service), so he comes to his house in ijincho. he isn’t home, but yagami waits for him. approaching his house, kuwana sees him sitting on the steps and asks, “did you not cuss me enough?” and everything he says is openly antagonizing. yagami tries to talk to him calmly, but with time kuwana, unyielding, starts to piss him off. yagami says something along, “and here i thought you’d want me to apologize to you” and storms out the house with an intention to drink this anger away and come back.

kuwana isn’t able to stop him (when he tries, yagami punches him in the nose so hard kuwana sees stars, and it starts bleeding), but he finds him leaning on the railing in the nearby parking lot, with cheep beer in his hands. “you didn’t escape far. feeling guilty?”, kuwana asks, meaning his injury. “yes,” yagami answers, meaning the argument that lead them to stop talking with each other.

kuwana asks to share his beer with him, to which yagami complies, and jokes about them having an indirect kiss. “so childish,” yagami says, “we are long past the age of indirect kisses.” “do you want an ‘adult’ kiss?” kuwana jokingly asks, falling into their playful type of talking naturally. “yes,” yagami answers, and kuwana hears no ridicule in turn. he kisses him and tries to say that he wanted to kiss him for as long as they know each other.

“i knew that all this time,” yagami interrupts him, “but i didn’t want a kiss from somebody who isn’t serious about it.” after kuwana’s question of what has changed, yagami answers, “because now i also know you want more from me than this, or sex, or whatever. makes kissing you a lot less disgusting.” kuwana laughs, and yagami steals this sound with another kiss.

[luxrayz64]

i think I've made every observation about cyberverse megatron i possibly can at this point (without rewatching it and like, lol, lmao even) so whenever that specific flavour of brainrot hits i basically just sit there like this instead of like having any real thoughts or analysis