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10 Things That Happen While Writing Fanfic

As told by the Avengers….

1. BEING REALLY PRODUCTIVE

2. FORGETTING ABOUT THE PIZZA YOU PUT IN THE OVEN 

3. PUTTING YOURSELF IN YOUR CHARACTER’S SHOES

4. DECLINING SOCIAL INTERACTION 

5. TAKING A BREAK

6. CHOREOGRAPHING A PLOT TWISTING ACTION SCENE

7. ANSWERING  IN DEPTH QUESTIONS ABOUT YOUR CHARACTERS

8. LETTING SEVERAL IDEAS FIZLLE OUT 

9. WISHING YOU HAD THE TYPE OF FRIENDSHIP/RELATIONSHIP YOU’RE WRITING ABOUT

10. REALIZING YOU STILL HAVEN’T WRITTEN ANYTHING AFTER FOUR HOURS AND SIX TAG SEARCHES ON TUMBLR LATER 

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Friend has the sad???!!??!!!!!

I’m coming friend I’ll save you from the sad!!

I am here now you’re going to be okay!!!

You are so beautiful and i love you!!!

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A PSA from Puggy

Hello, everyone. Once again, a friendly reminder that I’m not dead and am just plugging through real life stuff because I’m crazy and love to torture myself with the career path I’ve chosen. Though I’m still in writer’s hibernation until further notice, I’d like to take some time to introduce all my fellow writers, artists, friends and followers to two wonderful ladies with some stunning penmanship, both of which I met during my time in Trevor Hell after freshly (somewhat) breaking out of Ardyn Hell:

Kiltia

Goes by the nickname Tia. Most well known for her RP skills and smut writing. She actively RPs as Trevor Belmont from the Netflix Castlevania series under @vampyr-killer . She also has a Wattpad page, where she’s currently working on some fresh, steamy and original fanfics, including the works “Heretical” and “The Dirty Diaries: (Netflix) Trevor Belmont Edition.”  I met her on my RP blog, @black-suns-burn-brighter, and we’ve been having some pretty kickass times ever since.

Av-anders

A great fanfiction writer, both for the Netflix Castlevania series and FFXV. She frequently writes on AO3, and her fics include “Runaway” (Trevor x Reader), “A Thin Line Between Want & Need” (Trevor x Reader), and “Slave to Duty” (FFXV). She also has a tumblr account under the name @av-anders. 

For those of you Castlevania and FFXV fans who enjoy RP and fanfiction, I highly suggest you check out the fanfics and pages mentioned above. Don’t be afraid to talk to them, either. They’re both pretty sweet.

Now, if you’ll all excuse me, I need to get back to hibernation.

~ Puggy

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I’m going to sit and write, but first I must check my tumblr...2 hours later,  Damn you tumblr

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This may just be the cutest thing i’ve ever watched omg

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Runaway Chapter 13 Trevor Belmont/Reader

http://archiveofourown.org/works/11788116

The much awaited Trevor love is here.

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Oh Google, you know me so well...

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Talking to Fanfiction Writers: Some Myths vs. Facts

Myth:

Authors don’t care if you like, comment or share their works. Your love really doesn’t make that big of a difference.

Fact:

A reader’s input matters so much more than you think. All it takes is just one. It doesn’t matter what it is. One click of that “like” button. One subscription. One comment. One share… Just one. Just one is all it takes to MAKE THAT AUTHOR’S DAY. When we write, all of our hearts and souls go into whatever we create. Some of us lose a lot of sleep to it. Others spend hours of the day just to even get through one paragraph. And hell, we do all of this for free. What a relief it is when we finally have something to submit to our blogs, but what a nerve-racking thing it is. The very moment most of us see ANY kind of praise or reaction to our work, we almost burst into tears. Because even if we’ve only entertained just one person, all of our hard work has paid off.

Myth:

You shouldn’t write messages or interact with authors so much. They’re probably super busy. You’ll just bother them and waste their time.

Fact:

If you want to make an author even happier, put something in his/her inbox. Something. Anything. Even if it’s just to say hello. When authors see that their readers are trying to reach out to them, their hearts go absolutely wild! Because what’s better than entertaining the lovely audience they write for? Making friends with them, of course. Who doesn’t love making new friends, especially with fellow fans from the same fandom? After all, isn’t that kind of what fanfiction is for in the first place? To gush over a fandom? And to give a platform where people can gush over the fandom with the author?

There. You see? Fanfiction is the gateway to fandom friendships. The writers are the ones who love to open them. <3

Myth:

You shouldn’t make any works inspired by fanfictions. No artworks, no drawings, no fanfics of fanfics. Nothing. It’s insulting.

Fact:

Okay. Look. Do you want to make an author’s heart stop and make them experience five minutes in heaven? All you have to do is RESPOND WITH A WORK OF YOUR OWN. As long as you give appropriate credit to the author and his/her work for your inspiration, and as long as they don’t specifically object to it anywhere, then making an artistic piece is perfectly okay. In fact, it’s become an uprising trend in some popular fandoms to create artworks based on fanfics, so don’t think that it’s unusual at all.

So, you remember that one scene in the fic that you read last night at like 2:00a.m.? You know, the one where your two favorite characters finally kissed and broke all the tension? Yeah. Why don’t you go make a sketch of that right now, just for fun? Don’t forget to show the author.

Fellow authors: If you have any myths and facts to add to this list, please feel free to add in the comments or in a reblog. Get your readers informed. Let them know how much you love them.

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This is Absolutely perfect.

real quick Trevorcard sketch that I have been fussing over for a few days because fuck jawlines at upturned angles. 

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A little rant

You would think that in the thousands of years of human civilization that we would have come farther than this.  We live in a world where medicine can remove the heart out of one human and put it into another person. A world of television, and cell phones, of internet and space travel. Yet we have not learned to move past petty things like color, religion, sexual orientation.  I’m not trying to make light of the plight of those peoples struggles, they are real issues.   My point is that they shouldn’t be issues.  People are people.  No one race better than the next.  I see people as who they are by their actions and behaviors, and even that is judgmental.  Leave it to say that if I have a problem with you, it’s with you and not everyone that shares some communal tie to you.  You personally have done something or said something that has vastly disagreed with me. Again, let me emphasize the you, singular person.  

Sexual orientation, I have never understood this peculiar issue. Love is love, lust is lust.  Why is that so bad?  Take religion out of it for a second.  What is wrong with two consenting people loving each other? They aren’t asking you to feel the way they do. They are not telling you who to love.  Why is it so terrible?  Personally, I feel we could all use a bit more love in this world, and a bit less hate.  If it’s consensual between two likeminded people, why do you have a right to judge them for it?   The truth is, you don’t.

Which leaves us with religion.  More specifically, organized religion.  Why is it that something that is supposed to draw us closer together, to bring hope when things seem bleak, to give us a sense of community and commonality, drives us further and further apart?  Do you really thing that this is what “God” wanted?  More wars have had some religious reasoning behind them, than any other reason, EVER.  Why? What makes one better than another?   My faith is less than stellar, I will admit. However, I was always raised that we are “God’s” children. That would make us ALL family in some way, and we need to start treating people like family.  No, families don’t always get along, but they don’t go out and kill thousands to prove their side of the argument.   And, on a side note, stop being the damn parent.  If we are “God’s” children, let him worry about the punishments. Here I will give you an example, perhaps not a good one, but an example no the less.  If you don’t agree with someone loving someone else of the same gender, that’s not your problem.  They are your family.  “God” can decide what to do, if he can create the world and everything in it, I’m sure he can figure it out.  If he feels that it deserves a biblical grounding, he will do it, not you.  If you can’t love them, then choose indifference. But it is not your job to judge. Your job is to love people, “God’s” job to judge.  

 The darkest part of humanity is humanity itself.  Because it’s a falsehood, an illusion we created to make us feel more justified in what we believe.  If we could just get past all the petty hate and judgement think how much more life would be.  

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Prompt: Where were you last night?     Lori was met at the door by her father’s disapproving glare. His youngest little tulip had left to celebrate her graduation at 6PM with friends the night before. Lori was the responsible and respectable one out of four children. Now, after a dozen drunk texts and three YouTube videos, he wasn’t so sure.     “Where were you last night?” How can five words be so exhausting? Flashes of downing tequila shots and several of the German foreign exchange students’ hairless, rock hard abs came to mind. One look at her father said that that wasn’t the right answer. Neither was the freshly pierced belly button, or the small butterfly tattoo gracing her slightly tender right hip.     The tapping of her father’s foot on the porch and the clenching and unclenching of his jaw meant that he expected an answer. But what was the correct answer?     Skinny dipping in a pool that they may have had to hop a fence to get to? No. Helping settle an argument of which member of the rugby team is a better kisser (which is Matt, hands down) is also probably not correct, either. Half a dozen other memories cross her mind and are also quickly disqualified. Kissing the head cheerleader? Umm, no. Giving the French teacher a lap dance? She didn’t want her father in prison. Losing her virginity to her AP Lit teacher? At least, she thinks she might have, the details are still a little fuzzy. Oh, hell no.     Finally Lori looked up at her father and sighed, “Dad, don’t ask questions you don’t want answers to. I love you, and I want you to be around for your grandchildren.” She patted her father’s shoulder and wandered past him towards her room for a shower and sleep. He blinked a few times, trying desperately to process his daughter’s response before blanching completely. Stomping up the stairs, he yells, “And grandchildren won’t be around for another ten or twenty years, right? ...Right?”