#need to write a fanfic of them sometime

[makololpop]

just played the waterborne poetry event and i'm scREAMINGGGG

hyv loves xiaolumi i swear !!!

i love them so muchhhhh 🥹💖

[somegrumpynerd]

When Killer tells Cross he wants to sleep with him

[teh-nos]

today i learned that apparently some people think "oneshot" means you wrote it in a single writing session? jesus, is that why they look down on them so much? so do they think each chapter of a multichapter is done in one go too? how do they think people write 50k oneshots without dying in the process?

[matcha-matics]

Got so soft thinking about Shen Qiao loving being in Yan Wushi's lap and how that would change as they get more comfortable (cough get married cough)

Like at first, Shen Qiao is so reserved about physical affection. Yan Wushi teases Shen Qiao by putting him in his lap while they're reading or going over paperwork at the table. Shen Qiao fusses about it and squirms even though silently he's reveling in YWS's smell all around him, how firm and warm he is under him, the soft rythmic tickle of his breath along the side of his throat. He'd finally relax just for Yan Wushi to laugh and point out how red the tips of his ears are.

Fast forward a couple years, Yan Wushi returns home from some long business. Seated at the table with one hand sipping wine and the other flipping through a document lazily. Once he's finally freed from his obligations, Shen Qiao enters their quarters wordlessly, already pulling his bow out to let his hair spill over his shoulders. He gives Yan Wushi a warm glance while his eyes trail along his exposed collarbones, but doesn't say any greeting.

They don't need "welcome back" or "how was it" (Yan Wushi will surely tell Shen Qiao all his complaints about the trip, regardless.) Instead, Shen Qiao slides into his husbands lap with a sigh. His head tilts back to fit perfectly in the dip where Yan Wushi's shoulder meets his neck, like it was made for him to recline there.

Yan Wushi can only chuckle against his ear, already pressing kisses into his hair. Their fingers find each other atop Shen Qiao's midsection and slot together in such a way that they can count the new callouses on each others hand.

[lavenderr-starrs]

I love obey me sm like it’s so damn funny

You go to hell for a year and walk out with a big af polycule of sub/bottom demons obsessed with you

I call that my heaven ✌️

[ardently-verdandi]

i love reading fan fiction

[bougainvillea-and-saltwater]

i want. i NEED to return to my blorbos y'all.

[marietheran]

Loved Mothma's exchanges with Krennic btw.

[sunlit-chrysalis]

Very ranty, I apologize. I'm stupidly annoyed at the fact I can't make custom tags on AO3 through mobile. Because this essentially means either I have to get my laptop out anytime I want to write anything AND learn how the hell the site works on a completely different device. Or I just have to give up since there's literally nothing I can do to make my own tags on mobile. I genuinely kinda wanted to start trying to make fanfics somewhat regularly for fun. Now I'm not sure if I even can. It's so stupid, but I'm so pissed off rn. I want to write some cute malevolent hurt/comfort fics so I can live vicariously. They all have bad days, especially Noel and Arthur. They deserve John and Oscar and Collins holding them tight and showing them it'll all be ok. That they're safe now. That they're enough.

[ardently-verdandi]

realizing that i’ve been liking different fanfics from the same author always make me panic and scared that sometimes i take back the likes because i don’t want them to block me (i love their works so much)

[hyacinthusmemorial]

writing the third chapter and honestly I dont know how to make the story interesting, I am writing nonsense.

I think I will answer this publicly because writing advice is universally loved and adored (right?). This is more about motivation than mechanics. It's about telling a story rather than about grammar, POV, verb tense.

The first thing to do is just write. Don't think about plot, don't think about characters, don't think too hard, just write. Sometimes you have to spew out absolute garbage to start writing gold. Start somewhere in the action, then describe the surroundings, then describe the character, why are they there, what about them is making them act this way. A fun tip: write what you want to read. I daydream all the time, I go on walks--long walks--I listen to music, and I just daydream. Usually, what you enjoy imagining, other people will too. Slip tidbits of your life in, they don't need to be blatant, just little pieces of yourself to add humanity to it.

The second thing is to have a goal in your writing. When I start writing a chapter, I always have an "idea" of what I need to accomplish according to an internal map of where my story is going. Then I just write (The first point) until I accomplish it. Another goal I have when writing a chapter is that I usually give myself a word count to accomplish. For me, my word count is 3,000 for a chapter minimum, unless its a prologue or epilogue. This word count encourages me to fill in gaps, describe scenes better, but it also keeps me in-line with pacing of action.

Third thing: re-rewrite it all. When I wrote Anele and Forgotten Age, I erased whole chapters, I trashed it (I kept it in a separate compilation document that is multiple chapters long). I went back to the blank page, I said, I can write this more subtly, I can write this more succinctly. I can write this better. Sometimes, you have absolutely NO IDEA what is going on until the characters have taken you to the end of it all, and you have to go back and write it all again BETTER. And sometimes, you have to write it all again.

And, one last thing: Allow yourself to be mediocre, accept mediocre. I have seen more people stop writing because they feel like they suck than any other reason. Put the shitty words to paper--it is absolutely the greatest thing a human can do. Everything we write is a written record that someone existed. And when I write, well, sometimes, sometimes its absolute garbage, and sometimes its fine, and sometimes I feel like there are spirits touching my fingers to the keyboard. No one is good 100% of the time, and that's okay.

I think you said you were a teen somewhere, I can't remember. When I was a teen, my mom told me I needed to "Hurry up and write my novel, so we can get out of here." She had complete and utter faith that I would write something brilliant one day, and she thought that it would save us both from a pretty shitty situation, but I didn't write anything long or brilliant because I just didn't have it in me yet. I had all these ideas, thoughts, concepts, but there was something missing. My mom ended up dying when I was seventeen, and she was sick for awhile. It's been nearly ten years now, but she shows up in my writing--she's a ghost in the background. Sometimes, we can't write our story until we figure out what's worth keeping alive, and that's okay. You don't need to experience tragedy to be a writer, but living experience is necessary. You don't have to know what it feels like to be stabbed to write about it, but you probably know what it feels like to be betrayed by someone. You may not know what its like to kiss someone, but you know what its like to love someone. Sometimes we can't write until there's life there, and like I said, that is okay.

This is a warning: don't treat novel writing like a career option because quite frankly, its not. I'm in nursing to support myself, but writing is my Netflix. Its free. Its fun. I get to make the show I want, and share it with people free of charge on AO3. Unless you have an incredible entrepreneurial spirit to you, writing for a career will eat your soul and your pocketbook. Unless you plan to be an English teacher, don't get a college degree in english (it is literally useless, Stephen King, Rick Riordan--they all had English degrees because they were teachers). The best thing about English is you can read books, and learn grammar, and write on your own and become proficient at it without a teacher telling you what to do or paying tuition or other fees other than library fees for all those books you didn't return. There are obvious exceptions: you have rich parents who let you live in their house and feed you, you have a strong entrepreneurial spirit and a trust fund, or you already signed a $14 million book deal with Disney Hyperion Books.

[undertheravenswings]

Late night fanfic thoughts-

Okay…so what about like a 31 - RZ- fic where it mostly focuses on the crazy evil motherfuckers that are apart of the ‘game’

It would follow a new ‘employee’ - i literally have no better word i could think of lol- who mostly does the the behind the scenes stuff like closing and opening the doors. Running the camera to get the best shots, and most importantly keeping the crazy fuckers who are having all the ‘fun’ from getting to out of hand. Over the years they have formed relationships with a few of the reoccurring players.

But as October 31 approaches they get roped into actual getting their hands dirty as someone decides to drop out last minute. They are not completely against - they have been supportive this shit for a while so they are just as bad lol-but is more considered about actual interacting with the motherfuckers they have been babysitting for years now. On one hand there were only three they had worked with…and on the other hand they happened to be the ones that scared them - Sex-head Death-head and Doom-head -

They designed to try and fly around the radar at first when they are brought to some kind of meeting thing - basically who going to do where and bullshit like that-

But this plan quickly goes to shit as soon as Sexy - that what I am calling her for the sake of my sanity- starts trying to talk to them and quickly recognizes their voice. She is actually excited to have her ‘ favorite disbodied voice’ actually down here with them.

Over course doom hears all of this - because he’s a creeper- and starts to take interest in them. And over the course of the following weeks this very unfortunate group starts getting kinda friendly with each other and they are trying to pick up as many tips and tricks they can from the three veteran players since they are very aware of the fact they could definitely get killed during the game.

They end up setting up a very dramatic plan - because they knows what the sick fuckers watching like and they hope to get some extra cash for giving them one hell of a show- especially once the first person is killed they will join the group of unfortunate souls and kinda play them against each other and basically lead them to their deaths one by one…..

And yes this will 10000000% a OC X Doomhead fanfic

[apolloskazoo]

me after taking 25 whole minutes to write out a two-sentence comment under a fic: I dunno maybe it sounds weird and I shouldn’t comment after all….

[cerealmonster15]

Hi Cereal! Hope

Your day is going well so far! 9 and 15 for the fic asks? :)

HI ISA THANK YOU!!! i was waiting til i got home to answer!

9: How did you get into writing fanfiction?

I can't really remember EXACTLY, but back when i was a child in the early 2000s days of internet and on neoseeker forums, i liked seeing stories people would write in the forums dedicated to more creative things, be it fanfic or original stories. i read fics on ffnet, and my cousin even wrote some harvest moon fics that my other cousin and i would read and talk about lol. honestly it always comes back to harvest moon; i liked reading and posting in the threads/forums for harvest moon fics/roleplays [they were BAD bc i was like. 10 years old more or less lol, but i had fun and no concept of what good writing meant]

i don't really remember what got me into writing fics again more """seriously"""" when i got a little older. i never made a ffnet account despite reading and commenting anonymously for a good few years, and i dont remember how or why i made an ao3.

i was under the impression that rvb was what started it, but i remembered recently that like. i KNOW i wrote some homestuck oneshots back in the day. i very specifically can recall a silly croxy oneshot i wrote, but it's nowhere to be found on my ao3.... and there's even evidence of me having done a homestuck secret santa fic swap bc i have one in my gifts from someone and im p sure thats what it was from. so like, i THINK i mustve made ao3 during my homestuck era [bc that came before rvb; i got into homestuck in high school and i didnt know rvb until i started college] but i guess at some point i got embarrassed about my old homestuck fics and deleted them? which i dont really remember doing, so i have no idea when that happened lol. that or i only ever posted them on tumblr.... if i even posted them here? idr!

anyway. tldr: it always comes back to harvest moon / video game forum neoseeker / in general i just get possessed by The Madness and have to write it down. thats what drives me more recently lol.

15: Does anyone you know in real life know you write fanfiction?

jdkfhsklg. there's a small handful of people from irl that follow me here and i do cross post my fics to tumblr so i'd imagine yes, but none of them are into twst which is currently the only thing ive really been writing fics for these days. i also get too embarrassed if i think about it too long so i like to pretend no one knows LOL please dont perceive my antics....

but also when i got BACK into writing fics after like a year or two of not writing anything, when i started writing twst fics, i was just writing them in word docs and sending them to my friend over discord based on our inside jokes and au brainstorming we used to do in the dms bc we got into twst together and there wasnt really much of an eng fanbase back in the early days. and i still send her the google doc links when i write them even tho we dont really talk twst aus like we used to lol. ill just be like "i had an idea / ive been writing this a few weeks here" and then i go put it on ao3 lol jsdklhgksjd shes an irl buddy, so not on tumblr or ao3.

and then my partner. he knows. and he also knows everything i do in life makes me feel irrationally embarrassed so we often joke that my doodles and fanfiction are like, the biggest sin in the entire world. he'll jumpscare me in my room and i slam my laptop shut and hes like 🧍 what are you doing. you better not have been in the google docs. what da hell were you writing 🧍 but he also doesnt know twst outside of what ive told him / random stuff he makes up to try and get a rise out of me lmao so he's never read them. but he knows i write them.

aside from that. NO. and i would like to keep it that way fjksldjfklsjg only people that i think will be cool about it can maybe know and even then im. shy. fjsdklfjskldhlksdjkfl like it's hard enough posting my fics HERE!!!!! the second i hit post i get anxiety jitters and need to go walk around to distract myself from the everything.

i love talking for 900 years to answer 2 questions LOL

[question post🧡]

[compacflt]

Fully support your desire to cut down on the extras as they're already so long, but as someone who was also looking forward to the sickfic section and is sad to hear it's been taken out, I will simply have to ask you about it instead! First off the discussion of home in the snippet you shared was delicious - when do you think Mav started thinking of the house as 'their' home? And Ice taking Mav to the hospital has a lot of crunch there around how they're seen and how they act in public, especially if Ice was worried and Mav was kind of out of it. Do you think Ice would have taken Mav in to the hospital if he'd really been spiking a fever and decided he needed it? How would he explain themselves? And I suppose a separate, related question: who are their official next of kin/emergency contacts?

the reason i got rid of the sickfic is cause all those questions were answered better elsewhere in the extras ❤️

i was kind of annoyed that the house inconsistently appears to be the property of whomever the plot calls for at the moment -> another reason to cut the sickfic

Yes Ice would take mav to the hospital. it happens elsewhere LOL, maverick is extremely incident-prone

obviously a fun surfing injury with friends != the sickfic’s ice taking “a friend” to the hospital in the middle of the night for dangerous levels of illness-related dehydration… implies familiarity, intimacy above everyone else… the hospital staff would probably assume they’re together, yes, & i don’t think ice would challenge that at all, especially if he had to make sure all the paperwork was filled out right. just not worth the effort. “is there anyone else we should call for mr mitchell?” / “Um no. Just me.” Yeah i took him to the hospital at 4am bc i love him and im worried about him what r u gonna do about it 🤨 violate his hipaa rights? It’s 2009 gay people exist grow up🙄 hospital staff isn’t gonna tell anyone, so who cares

(Luckily for ice in the sickfic he didn’t have to take mav to the hospital)

the point of the sickfic was to establish a precedent for one of them voluntarily taking care of the other who is unable to take care of himself, to set up the parallel of maverick taking care of Ice when he Really gets capital-s Sick. but then i still can’t bring myself to write ice actually being capital-s Sick because i have some weird neurosis where i simply dislike thinking about ice (powerful guy) being helpless or incapacitated or, um, dead. so the mav-sickfic isn’t really relevant anymore because i haven’t written (and never plan on writing, besides that one half-assed one-shot) the corollary ice-sickfic. so the sickfic became the Nixed-fic ❌

And according to this wip wednesday snippet, they are each other’s emergency contacts. don’t ask me how that works or how they figured that out, idk. some stuff you do have to talk about for logistics purposes i guess. which is kind of the point of all the house-related/money-related discussions I’ve written throughout my fics—they Have to talk about the logistics because that’s real life. But they don’t INTERPRET those logistics or assign them a normative value.

for instance debriefing presents (maverick’s) death & taxes as the only two things that ever get them to actually talk to each other lol. logistics become a vessel through which they can talk about their situation without actually talking about it. The state of being each others emergency contacts might be a death-and-taxes discussion—acknowledging permanence without acknowledging permanence

[foggyfanfic]

Woe that I had a team of researchers to help me make my period drama fanfiction as accurate as possible, but alas all I have is duck duck go, some old photos claiming to be from the right time period, and Wikipedia