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on ao3 like some of these doves aren't even wounded

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hey uh new type of ao3 spam comment just dropped. (I know it's spam because the fic they left this comment on . doesn't have chapters. lmfao). Report this kinda comment as spam and don't take it personally it is literally recycled bullshit

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a feel like the new generation of fanfic readers NEED to understand that clicking on a fic (interaction) does nothing. ao3 has no algorithm. your private discord discussions of fic do not reach the authors. if you do not actively engage with writers they will stop posting. this isn’t social media this is community.

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"just write a little every day" ok but what if i write nothing for 3 weeks and then suddenly type like i’m being hunted by god

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i had a thought of "do people not know what AUs are anymore?" and then i remembered nobody explains fandom stuff to new people anymore so it is entirely plausible people genuinely don't know what AUs are and nobody has explained it to them, so for today's lucky 10,000:

"AU" stands for "Alternate Universe" or "Alternative Universe" (same difference) and is basically any thought scenario for a fandom that isn't canon and can't fit within the canon universe. If it takes place in the canon universe but something is notably different, that is typically what's known as a "Canon divergent AU," because it diverges from canon.

an AU can be absolutely anything. There's a couple of widespread pan-fandom au scenarios that often get thrown around, like coffee shop aus, genderbend aus, hanahaki aus (hanahaki is a whole thing in itself i'd recommend researching on your own), etc. One you might hear sometimes is "crossover AU" which is when you have characters from one fandom interacting with characters from another.

You can have as many aus as you want. They can be whatever you want and you can do whatever you want in them. It's a sandbox for you to play around in and explore how things would be different or how the characters would act in those circumstances or environments. Maybe they have different relationships with each other. Maybe they behave slightly differently. Or you can just say "Okay, [x] is true. How did they get here? How would things have to be different for this to occur?" which can also be fun.

If you are ever confused about why people ship something that seems completely out of the blue or doesn't make sense to you in the canon setting, there's a good chance they like it in an AU setting! Not everything everybody is interacting with is necessarily the canon! Not everybody wants things to exist in canon and just want to explore playing dolls in a different sandbox and that's okay. And their sandbox might look a lot different than yours, and that's also okay. You have the freedom to make your sandbox whatever you please. Do whatever you want forever. Get funky with it. AUs are fun.

Okay that's my schpeal. everybody go have fun and play nice now.

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Two years ago I started a fic called Quality of Crabitat, today I posted the first three chapters. Believe in the power of the crab.

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Could these characters stop being horny when I'm trying to write fluff.

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"this is DEFINITELY written by AI, I can tell because it uses the writing quirks that AI uses (because it was trained on real people who write with those quirks)"

c'mon dudes we have got to do better than this

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The days continue, he does his work, takes on more missions that are likely to result in injury or combat. Mixes up the monotony with drugs or a bottle of whiskey. The emptiness remains, festers. Just as it always has.

And then, Ango decides to reappear. Walks right into Lupin as if nothing had changed, as if he didn't sell Mafia secrets to the government. As if he wasn't there when Mori received the skilled business permit, knowing that it was in exchange for a friend's life.

As if he knew the executive would be there drowning himself in whiskey and smoke and pills. Blood still spattered on his clothes, his bandages, his face. Hair matted because nobody can do anything without him carrying the Port Mafia on his back to make up for Mori.

“Give me one reason I shouldn't shoot you dead in this bar,” he says, voice still soft and quiet as ever. Ango stops about five paces away. It's too close even then.

“A5158, Nakahara Chuuya, has been accepted by the Armed Detective Agency. He's been in Yokohama the entire time, under false identity in a safe house.”

He freezes. And all the rage and ruthlessness the Demon King is known for comes out to play, his eye -gleaming the color of dried blood- snaps up to look at Ango from under his dark curls. Nevermind that the government insists the hatrack isn't human, but his god has been in Yokohama the entire time? Has been living it up on government dime, while Dazai became both halves of Soukokou. While Dazai took down threats and monsters and organizations with no backup.

“And you thought what, exactly? That I would forgive your betrayal if you gave me this information? That I would forget that you and Oda, for all your big talk about saving me from the darkness, left me in it. I've already given you my mercy once, if I see your face a third time, I'm going to make sure it's the last.”

And with that he leaves, done with the bar and false promises and empty memories. He'll wait until Chuuya gets confident, self assured, think that the Mafia is no longer after his head. And then he'll strike. Bring retribution to the god that abandoned him. He's been playing at human far too long.

Dazai Osamu kills himself in that bar, sheds the last of what actually matters of his false humanity, and something bigger than the Demon King emerges. The bandages around his eye fall away, unraveling and spiraling as the sea wind catches them and carries them into the night.

‘Perhaps Ryuunosuke was right, rage is a substitute for a soul’

(Across the city, a vessel enjoying his first night truly free, at a new job, finds himself catching a strip of white cloth carried on the wind.)

If he is going to make a god face reckoning, then the mafia needs more power than ever. He is going to bathe the streets in blood, run the agency to the bone, while he amasses resources.

Dazai Osamu walks into Lupin, and never walks back out. Something much darker leaves that bar. Something worse than Guivier or Arabahiki, because it's controlled. The beast that walks out in the form of a human isn't some mindless god of destruction.

He had come back from a mission to find his home crushed into slag, and immediately knows that something is wrong in the universe. An undeniable shift, one he feels in the core of his being.

A mere thirty minutes later, Dazai receives the soul crushing news that Nakahara Chuuya is a traitor to the Port Mafia. And not because anyone told him, but because the slug’s apartment is empty of everything. No note, no explanation, just his home reduced to nothing and an empty apartment. Ozaki-san confirms it when he asks, softly. Always so softly. Whenever he tries to get louder his voice fails, throat tightening so the words won't come out.

Something inside Dazai just, breaks. Shatters into nothingness, like glass from a shot-out window. It comes crashing down around him at that point, a sinkhole opening up under his feet and leaving nothing in its wake but darkness. A black hole swallows up the sun, leaving behind only the demon of the Port. A demon doesn't need to speak, doesn't need to shout, doesn't need to be any louder than a whisper.

It hurts worse than being betrayed by the sheep, who saw their most powerful ability user doing his job and collecting information and suddenly thinking he had been working for the Port Mafia the entire time. Didn't bother to ask, just assumed and allied with another gang to try and wipe him out. Except they had forgotten he was the Demon King, and did not take lightly to betrayal. Both organizations were wiped off the planet, regardless of the sheep being children.

No, Chuuya's betrayal is worse. And he has the means to disappear, an executive salary is hefty after all- even if the ginger wasn't actually an executive yet. The half-pint is a rather materialistic person, his silence bought. He is loyal to whoever lines his pockets.

(Dazai cannot line Chuuya's pockets, evidently. He thinks this must be how Verlaine-san feels with his beloved in the ground.)

But Dazai is not Chuuya. He deals in secrets, in knowledge. The minute he is crossed, he breaks any loyalty to that person. And then he makes them bleed, makes them hurt. Traitors are not something he tolerates, and are dealt with accordingly. The laws of the streets are merciless. And Dazai, Dazai is not Chuuya.

Nor is he human.

It's why he ends up kneeled on the floor before Mori, soul laid bare like Icarus’ broken body. He does not scream, or cry, but whispers. For Chuuya has taken Dazai's voice with him.

“Mori-san, please break me down into nothingness. Mold me into whatever you want, just kill whatever is left of me.” He begs. There's a crack of a boot across his face and a gloved hand yanks on his hair so that he's looking up, and he holds his breath. His heart stops, and it's for one agonizing moment, glorious. Then it starts beating again, like a traitorous little bitch.

“Insolence isn't something I tolerate, I will do whatever I want regardless of if you beg of me. But you're a devastated thing, aren't you? Your partner left you behind, abandoned you, like the sheep did,” Mori says, his hand becoming far less harsh and petting dark waves comfortingly. “Follow my every direction, and you won't be abandoned my dear. Everyone's mistake is thinking you're a pawn, when really you're the most powerful piece on the board.”

He gasps and shudders and shakes, not used to gentle touches, but does not take his eye off of Mori. Looks at the boss as if a savior, but not a god to never be surpassed. No, he is keenly aware what a god is like, and it's not Mori. A god will hollow out your entire being, leave you shattered and discarded when they become bored of you.

Rimbaud encountered the divine and lost his warmth. Dazai was abandoned by his god and lost his voice. To murmur any louder than a calm brook.

That's what gods do to people, hollow them out and use them up, no two ways about it.

He saw it in Rimbaud. He saw it in Verlaine. He sees it in himself. Except Rimbaud is in the ground, he's still breathing, and the imitator in the basement is broken. All left behind by a boy with fire-orange hair. All left to rot by the god they put faith in.

All left by a boy with mismatched gems for eyes and wild-fire locks.

So no, Mori is not divine. But he is the one who reaches to the abandoned, and this, this is just a lesson not to get attached. He got attached to Chuuya, and then Chuuya left. He got attached to the sheep, and then he had to slaughter them.

But Mori, Mori is harsh. And he can turn off what makes him human, but he’s also the first person to touch Dazai so gently. Chuuya was never gentle. The sheep never touched him.

“Oh Dazai, you must ache from imitating humans all day. But you are not human, you have no need for attachments you can't sacrifice. Those attachments will all one day abandon you, so you must be better.”

He does not stop looking at the man sat before him, does not move away or flinch when a boot gently nudges his chin just a bit higher. Hand still carding through his hair.

“Yes, Mori-san,” he breathes, eyes wide with what would be wonder if he wasn't so achingly empty. So devoid of anything that makes him human.

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One massive, legitimate way to improve as a writer or artist or in any creative endeavor really, is to become absolutely obsessed with something and to allow yourself to be weird about it. Genuinely mean this btw.

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This is why writers abandon stories. It’s not that we don’t love them, it’s because we don’t want to love them alone.

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Fanart of the Fanfic The Teacher Chat by Itslivybear on AO3!! (Will edit to post link when i know how to :/ )

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Ik the traditional depiction of ghosts is white and/or transparent but what if they were the colors of vibrant wildflowers, brilliant flames, rich minerals. What if instead of monotone and gloomy they reflected how colorful and beautiful life can be. What if they were the preserved echoes of people

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Okay listen the dragon coding of characters in a zombie apocalypse setting wasn't an intentional decision on my part it just happened and I'm too far in to turn back now

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Hey guys! As a writer myself, it’s hard to have a lot of resources for writing in one place. That’s why I decided to create this masterpost, and maybe make more if I find future resources. I hope you like it, and expect to see more masterposts like this in the future!

Generators

Character

Appearance Generator

Archetypes Generator

Character Generator

Character Traits Generator

Family Generator

Job/Occupation Generator, (II)

Love Interest Generator

Motive Generator

Name Generator

Personality Generator, (II)

Quick Character Generator

Super Powers Generator

Names

Brand Name Generator

Medicine Title Generator

Name Generator

Quick Name Generator

Vehicle Generator

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Plot

First Encounter Generator

First Line Generator, (II)

Plot Generator, (II), (III)

Plot Device Generator

Plot Twist Generator

Quick Plot Generator

Setting/World-Building

City Generator

Fantasy Race Generator

Laws Generator

Pet Generator

Setting Generator

Species Generator

Terrain Generator

Prompts

Subject Generator

”Take Three Nouns” Generator

Word Prompt Generator

Misc

Color Generator

Decision Generator

Dialogue Generator

Journey Generator

Title Generator, (II), (III)

Some Tips

Just a few I found from the writing tips tag!

Writing action / @berrybird

How to create a strong voice in your writing / @collegerefs

How to plot a complex novel in one day! / @lizard-is-writing

8 ways to get past writer’s block / @kiramartinauthor

psa for writers / @dasakuryo

”Write Using Your 5 Senses” / @ambientwriting

How People Watching Improves Your Writing / @wherethetransthingsare

Writing Science Fiction: Tips for Beginners / @fictionwritingtips

Creating Likeable Characters / @authors-haven

Vocabulary

Descriptive words / @somekindofstudent

Words to replace “Said” / @msocasey

Obscure color words / @mintsteelpeachlilac

Words to spice up your stories / @busyibee

Words to describe someone’s voice

Words to Use Instead of Very / @gaybybirth

Touchy Feely Words / @gaybybirth

Some Advice

Stephen King’s Top 20 Rules for Writers

”But my plot isn’t UNIQUE or BIG enough!” / @youreallwrite

8 Things Every Creative Should Know / @adamjk

(How To) Get Over Comparing Yourself to Other Creatives / @adamjk

How to Get Over Common Creative Fears (Maybe) / @adamjk

14 Tips From Stephen King On Writing / @i-can-give-you-prompts

Playlists

Electronic Thoughts / @eruditekid

“Mix About Writing” An Instrumental Mix / @shadowofemirates

Shut Up, I’m Writing! / @ninadropdead

Chill / @endlessreveries

Breathtaking Film Scores / @tweedskirts

Music to Write to Vol. 1: Starlight / @crestadeen

Music for Written Words / @ghoulpatch

Dead Men Tell No Tales / @scamandersnewt

Fatale / @dolcegf

All These Things that I’ve Done / @referenceforwriters

Feeling Soaking into Your Bones / @verylondon

I Can Feel Your Pulse in the Pages / @rphelper

Morally Ambiguous / @scamandersnewt

Wonderwall / @wheelerwrites

Pythia / @mazikeene

Ballet: To Dance / @tanaquil

Websites and Apps

For Writing

ZenPen: A minimalist writing website to keep you free of distractions and in the flow.

The Most Dangerous Writing App: A website where you have to keep typing or all of your writing will be lost. It helps you keep writing…kind of. You can choose between a time or word count limit!

Evernote: An online website where you can take notes and save the product to your laptop and/or smartphone!

Writer, the Internet Typewriter: It’s just you and your writing, and you can save your product on the website if you create an account.

Wordcounter: A website to help check your word and character count, and shows words you’re using frequently.

Monospace: An Android app for writing on the go when you feel the inspiration, but you don’t have your laptop on you!

For Productivity

Tide: An app that combines a pomodoro-esque timer with nature sounds and other noises! (Google Play / Apple Store)

ClearFocus: An Android app with a pomodoro-type time counter to let you concentrate easier and stay productive.

Forest: An app with a time counter to keep you focused and off your phone, and when you complete the time limit, a tree grows in your garden! (Google Play / Apple Store)

SelfControl: A Mac downloadable app that blocks you from distracting mail servers, websites, and other things!

Prompt Blogs

@writeworld

@dialouge-prompts

@oopsprompts

@prompts-for-the-otp

@creativepromptsforwriting

@the-modern-typewriter

@theprofessionalpromptmaker

@writers-are-writers

@otp-imagines-cult

@witterprompts

@havetobememes

@auideas

@putthepromptsonpaper

@promptsonpaper

@fyotpprompts

@otpisms

@soprompt

@otpprompts

@ablockforwritersblock

@awritersnook

Writing Tips Blogs

@writeworld

@anomalously-written

@awritersnook

@clevergirlhelps

@referenceforwriters

@whataboutwriting

@thewritershelpers

@nimblesnotebook

@slitheringink

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He had come back from a mission to find his home crushed into slag, and immediately knows that something is wrong in the universe. An undeniable shift, one he feels in the core of his being.

A mere thirty minutes later, Dazai receives the soul crushing news that Nakahara Chuuya is a traitor to the Port Mafia. And not because anyone told him, but because the slug’s apartment is empty of everything. No note, no explanation, just his home reduced to nothing and an empty apartment. Ozaki-san confirms it when he asks, softly. Always so softly. Whenever he tries to get louder his voice fails, throat tightening so the words won't come out.

Something inside Dazai just, breaks. Shatters into nothingness, like glass from a shot-out window. It comes crashing down around him at that point, a sinkhole opening up under his feet and leaving nothing in its wake but darkness. A black hole swallows up the sun, leaving behind only the demon of the Port. A demon doesn't need to speak, doesn't need to shout, doesn't need to be any louder than a whisper.

It hurts worse than being betrayed by the sheep, who saw their most powerful ability user doing his job and collecting information and suddenly thinking he had been working for the Port Mafia the entire time. Didn't bother to ask, just assumed and allied with another gang to try and wipe him out. Except they had forgotten he was the Demon King, and did not take lightly to betrayal. Both organizations were wiped off the planet, regardless of the sheep being children.

No, Chuuya's betrayal is worse. And he has the means to disappear, an executive salary is hefty after all- even if the ginger wasn't actually an executive yet. The half-pint is a rather materialistic person, his silence bought. He is loyal to whoever lines his pockets.

(Dazai cannot line Chuuya's pockets, evidently. He thinks this must be how Verlaine-san feels with his beloved in the ground.)

But Dazai is not Chuuya. He deals in secrets, in knowledge. The minute he is crossed, he breaks any loyalty to that person. And then he makes them bleed, makes them hurt. Traitors are not something he tolerates, and are dealt with accordingly. The laws of the streets are merciless. And Dazai, Dazai is not Chuuya.

Nor is he human.

It's why he ends up kneeled on the floor before Mori, soul laid bare like Icarus’ broken body. He does not scream, or cry, but whispers. For Chuuya has taken Dazai's voice with him.

“Mori-san, please break me down into nothingness. Mold me into whatever you want, just kill whatever is left of me.” He begs. There's a crack of a boot across his face and a gloved hand yanks on his hair so that he's looking up, and he holds his breath. His heart stops, and it's for one agonizing moment, glorious. Then it starts beating again, like a traitorous little bitch.

“Insolence isn't something I tolerate, I will do whatever I want regardless of if you beg of me. But you're a devastated thing, aren't you? Your partner left you behind, abandoned you, like the sheep did,” Mori says, his hand becoming far less harsh and petting dark waves comfortingly. “Follow my every direction, and you won't be abandoned my dear. Everyone's mistake is thinking you're a pawn, when really you're the most powerful piece on the board.”

He gasps and shudders and shakes, not used to gentle touches, but does not take his eye off of Mori. Looks at the boss as if a savior, but not a god to never be surpassed. No, he is keenly aware what a god is like, and it's not Mori. A god will hollow out your entire being, leave you shattered and discarded when they become bored of you.

Rimbaud encountered the divine and lost his warmth. Dazai was abandoned by his god and lost his voice. To murmur any louder than a calm brook.

That's what gods do to people, hollow them out and use them up, no two ways about it.

He saw it in Rimbaud. He saw it in Verlaine. He sees it in himself. Except Rimbaud is in the ground, he's still breathing, and the imitator in the basement is broken. All left behind by a boy with fire-orange hair. All left to rot by the god they put faith in.

All left by a boy with mismatched gems for eyes and wild-fire locks.

So no, Mori is not divine. But he is the one who reaches to the abandoned, and this, this is just a lesson not to get attached. He got attached to Chuuya, and then Chuuya left. He got attached to the sheep, and then he had to slaughter them.

But Mori, Mori is harsh. And he can turn off what makes him human, but he’s also the first person to touch Dazai so gently. Chuuya was never gentle. The sheep never touched him.

“Oh Dazai, you must ache from imitating humans all day. But you are not human, you have no need for attachments you can't sacrifice. Those attachments will all one day abandon you, so you must be better.”

He does not stop looking at the man sat before him, does not move away or flinch when a boot gently nudges his chin just a bit higher. Hand still carding through his hair.

“Yes, Mori-san,” he breathes, eyes wide with what would be wonder if he wasn't so achingly empty. So devoid of anything that makes him human.