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I have a raging hard on for medieval/armor inspired fashion

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Hello, I´d like to share with you and your followers something I got from a writer in my fandom years ago. They left already but their words stuck with me. I´m going to share the wisdom with you in my own words.

Every time you get notes/kudos, imagine real people standing in front of you. Did you get 20 kudos? It might seem like it´s not much but would you fit so many people into your livingroom? It´s 20 REAL PEOPLE who decided to read your work and liked it. Imagine giving each of them a hug!

Did you get 50 kudos? Giving 50 hugs would take some time but you could give them cookies instead. Imagine 50 cookies. It´s a lot!

Did you get 100 kudos? Go to a mall and count 100 people, you´ll see it´s actually a lot more than you thought when you saw the number.

Did you get 500 kudos? 1 000? Well, it starts getting a bit overwhelming when you imagine such a crowd but it´s AMAZING that you made so many people happy with your writing. And you´d need a living room the size of a cncert hall to fit them all in :)

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my writer-dudes, if planning a plot outline on your own is too daunting, find a plot worksheet! if one is too detailed, try another. here are some at different levels of detail:

Novel-Factory — The Premise

Novel-Factory — The Skeleton

Writer’s Digest — At-A-Glance Outline

Save the Cat by Blake Snyder — Beat Sheet

Story Engineering by Larry Brooks — Story Structure

Jami Gold — Basic Beat Sheet

Annie Neugebauer — Novel Plotting Worksheet

happy plotting!

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An angel and a demon, except their stereotypes have been flipped. The demon is obsessed with order, a perfectionist. He catalogs every deal and is always wearing nice suits. The angel is a party person, she always is rocking out to something, wearing tshirts and crop tops, playing pranks on humans. And they are best friends, write about their adventures.

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There’s something very nice about remembering fics you read years ago. Maybe you remember the plot perfectly, maybe the rest of the fic is only a blur aside from a handful of vivid scenes, but you remember the way it made you feel. And sometimes you dredge up the memory - the premise or a favourite scene or a few lines that stayed with you -  and your heart aches a little bit, the way it does when you think about books you enjoyed as a child.

To all the fanfiction writers out there: your work is beautiful and meaningful and it leaves an impact. I promise.

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Cereal Killer

Harry/Eggsy, Teen, 736 words

read on Ao3

Eggsy trudges up his front steps bone-tired and still bleeding. What had started as a two-day mission in Paris had gone tits up three hours in and ended up taking closer to two weeks.

As he opens the door, all he wants is something to eat and maybe a shower – if he doesn’t faceplant directly onto the couch the second he makes it inside. Two steps into the hallway, however, and his Kingsman training kicks in. He throws himself against the wall, gun drawn, before he even fully registers the soft noise that had alerted him to another presence in the house.

He creeps down the hall silently, towards the faint light emanating from underneath the parlor door. When he reaches it, he takes a deep breath and throws it open, yelling “ON YOUR KNEES!“, hoping the element of surprise gives him an advantage.

“As you wish,” comes the amused reply.

Eggsy stops cold, dropping his gun arm to hang limply at his side. His wide eyes meet Harry’s smiling brown ones for the first time in three years.

If he’s being honest, Eggsy had imagined how this reunion might go in some of his weaker moments over the years, when he clung to the hope that Harry somehow survived Kentucky. He had always pictured himself saying something wildly romantic before falling into Harry’s arms for a passionate kiss.

Instead, what he says is, “What the fuck?”

Whatever greeting Harry had been expecting, that clearly wasn’t it. His smile falls slightly. “My dear boy,” he says, rising from the chair he’d been seated in, “I had hoped you’d be more pleased to see me.”

Eggsy gapes. “Pleased to see you? Pleased to see you? I thought you were dead! You’ve been gone three years, then you break into my house and nearly get shot because you have to be the most dramatic bastard on Earth! Oh yeah, I’m bloody chuffed, mate.”

“If you would allow me to explain,” Harry begins calmly.

“It better have been the bloody apocalypse if it kept you from taking two seconds to let us know you were alive. What, they don’t have phones in America?” Eggsy’s ears ring from the volume of his own shouts.

“I was undercover. Merlin thought—“

It hits him like a punch in the gut. “Merlin thought? Merlin knew?!” Eggsy pauses, clenching his fists to hide the shaking, and tries to control his breathing. “He let me go to your fucking funeral. He let me walk around like a zombie for months because I couldn’t go to sleep without seeing Valentine pull the trigger. He let you break my fucking hea—“ he cuts himself off abruptly as Harry reaches for him, something like devastation on his face.

“No,” he snarls, jerking away from Harry’s outstretched hand. “No, you know what? I can’t fucking do this right now. I haven’t slept in three days or showered in six. I’m starving and I’m bleeding, and I’m going to eat something and go to bed.”

He storms out of the room and down the hall. Harry trails behind him.

When he reaches the kitchen, he opens a cabinet and rummages around for some Weetabix. He doesn’t have the energy for anything more challenging. After a few seconds of fruitless searching, he comes up with an empty box and lets out a cry of frustration.

Harry says quietly, “You’re angry.”

That’s the final straw. “WHO WOULDN’T BE ANGRY? YOU ATE ALL OF MY CEREAL AND FAKED YOUR DEATH FOR THREE YEARS!” he yells, spinning to face Harry in the doorway.

Harry’s face goes blank and they both stand there for a moment with only the sound of their breathing filling the room. Then the corner of Harry’s mouth twitches, and a few seconds later he’s doubled over, laughing loudly.

Eggsy stands still in shock for a moment, and then he’s laughing too, all the tension draining from his body abruptly. When he can breathe again, he marches across the kitchen and roughly pulls Harry in by his lapels, crushing their lips together desperately. Harry responds immediately, gripping tightly at Eggsy’s hips.

When they pull apart, they’re both smiling.

“I missed you, you bastard,” Eggsy whispers into the space between them and Harry’s grin widens. If Eggsy’s eyes are a little damp, neither of them mention it.

Eggsy leans in again and breathes his next words directly against Harry’s lips.

“Welcome home.”

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Sorry to disappoint you Marvel but alt!2012 is ours.

It’s the best timeline we fanfic authors could have possibly asked for:

Loki escapes with the Tesseract for parts unknown

Steve learns Bucky is alive two whole years ahead of schedule

Tony now has to rethink keeping the arc reactor in his chest and might get it removed much sooner

Thor, now without Loki, the Tesseract or even the Mind Stone, cannot return to Asgard empty handed, which means he will have no choice but to stay on Earth and bond with the other Avengers while they all search for him

Steve is supposedly loyal to HYDRA, which could lead to important information being slipped to him and speed up Bucky’s rescue

If JARVIS was still uploaded to Stark Tower and keeping tabs on everything like he always is in the IM movies, he more than likely has footage recorded of future!Tony sneaking into the tower and dressing up as a guard, future!Steve entering the tower while Loki is still in custody proving that he wasn’t just Loki in disguise, and Loki grabbing the Tesseract and gtfo'ing outta there

Bruce Banner now has a connection to the Ancient One that he doesn’t know about, and while I’m sure she’ll try to avoid him to preserve the timeline, with how much everything else is changing it’s anyone’s guess as to what happens next

Random street camera footage of two Hulks existing at the same time??? One acting as normal and the other being oddly unenthusiastic about ripping the aliens apart and smashing debris???

The Mind Stone is no longer in HYDRA’s possession, so they can’t use it to experiment on the Maximoffs

With the Loki series still on the horizon and our collective knowledge of what happens in the future movies, the story is now in our hands.

This is literally the timeline of our dreams. I don’t give a shit what the Russos or anyone else at Marvel says: this timeline belongs to the fandom and no one else.

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*Famous Fandom Fics*

*5/30/19 UPDATE - this original post on the old library was posted several years ago and there have been many newer fics that belong on this list, so we’ve updated the list with many additions. Happy reading, Klainers!

Lynne, Adrienne and Marjan

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We had a discussion about this and tbh, hesitated because although there are obvious “famous” fandom fics, we didn’t want to list them for fear of diminishing other amazing fics that may not have received the same fanfare.  The following stories are the ones that are the most well known, however, we have not necessarily read every single one of them. Enjoy!

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Character A tilting Character B’s chin up to get a better look at their face and the evidence of the fight. A delicately thumbs away the streak of blood by B’s mouth, saying nothing as they examine it. After a brief pause, B’s heart skips a nervous beat as A looks them dead in the eyes. Their voice is quiet and tense, their anger barely restrained.

“Who did this to you?”

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I've read 2 fics that were kind of like the movie groundhog day. I remember basic plots but not the titles. Wouldn't mind rereading. 1. John relives the day over and over and uses it for self-improvement. 2. John relives his wedding day over and over. Do you know these? Do you know of any others? I really like the concept.

Hi friend, I got a list together of some Johnlock Groundhog Day- inspired fics. Hope something here suits …

Sherlock &Groundhog Day (A day that repeats)

 TheBig Day by Mianmaru, 9 k, explicit. He’s going to marry thewoman he loves. A brilliant, confident and funny nurse. Right?  Right.

AGroundhog Day in the Life of Sherlock Holmes and John Watson bywendymarlowe, 16 k, explicit. A “choose your own adventure” ficthat’s kinda-casefic, kinda-romantic, kinda-fluff, kinda-smut, and kinda-angst.Hard to describe when there’s not just one plot :-)

incessantly,softly by frozen_delight, 2 k, teen. (Locked to A03.) Sherlock wakes up to anempty flat.  Post-Reichenbach returnMystery-Spot-style. Because returning from the dead or being stuck in a timeloop isn’t already angsty enough in itself. Not S3-compliant.

Ninety-ThreeSundays and More by ensorcel, 5 k, teen. Sherlock wishes he had lesstime. Suddenly a day in April keeps repeating for him.

tomorrowwill dawn the same as today by hudders-and-hiddles, 17 k, explicit. Sherlockwakes up on a grey London morning, alone. Tomorrow he’ll do the same. Whateverhe does, wherever he goes, however his night might end, tomorrow he’ll do thesame.

GroundhogDay by lasuen, 16 k, gen. John has to relive the same day time and again. Thetitle speaks for itself, really.

DayForty-Two by takethesky87, 2 k, gen. “If you’re trying topresent me with evidence of your time-traveling, John,” Sherlock sneers,“you’ll need to do better than to point out the perfume bottles in the sink.”

Yesterday’sChild by andrea_deer, 6 k, teen. It’s not the first time-loop John got stuckin, but it was the first one, when he had no idea what to do to fix it.

This,Again? by MarisFerasi, 8 k, explicit. Sherlock opens that blasted light-upmatchbox and gets transported to John’s move-in day, 2010.

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Cereal Killer

Harry/Eggsy, Teen, 736 words

read on Ao3

Eggsy trudges up his front steps bone-tired and still bleeding. What had started as a two-day mission in Paris had gone tits up three hours in and ended up taking closer to two weeks.

As he opens the door, all he wants is something to eat and maybe a shower – if he doesn’t faceplant directly onto the couch the second he makes it inside. Two steps into the hallway, however, and his Kingsman training kicks in. He throws himself against the wall, gun drawn, before he even fully registers the soft noise that had alerted him to another presence in the house.

He creeps down the hall silently, towards the faint light emanating from underneath the parlor door. When he reaches it, he takes a deep breath and throws it open, yelling “ON YOUR KNEES!", hoping the element of surprise gives him an advantage.

“As you wish,” comes the amused reply.

Eggsy stops cold, dropping his gun arm to hang limply at his side. His wide eyes meet Harry’s smiling brown ones for the first time in three years.

If he’s being honest, Eggsy had imagined how this reunion might go in some of his weaker moments over the years, when he clung to the hope that Harry somehow survived Kentucky. He had always pictured himself saying something wildly romantic before falling into Harry’s arms for a passionate kiss.

Instead, what he says is, “What the fuck?”

Whatever greeting Harry had been expecting, that clearly wasn’t it. His smile falls slightly. “My dear boy,” he says, rising from the chair he’d been seated in, “I had hoped you’d be more pleased to see me.”

Eggsy gapes. “Pleased to see you? Pleased to see you? I thought you were dead! You’ve been gone three years, then you break into my house and nearly get shot because you have to be the most dramatic bastard on Earth! Oh yeah, I’m bloody chuffed, mate.”

“If you would allow me to explain,” Harry begins calmly.

“It better have been the bloody apocalypse if it kept you from taking two seconds to let us know you were alive. What, they don’t have phones in America?” Eggsy’s ears ring from the volume of his own shouts.

“I was undercover. Merlin thought—“

It hits him like a punch in the gut. “Merlin thought? Merlin knew?!” Eggsy pauses, clenching his fists to hide the shaking, and tries to control his breathing. “He let me go to your fucking funeral. He let me walk around like a zombie for months because I couldn’t go to sleep without seeing Valentine pull the trigger. He let you break my fucking hea—“ he cuts himself off abruptly as Harry reaches for him, something like devastation on his face.

“No,” he snarls, jerking away from Harry’s outstretched hand. “No, you know what? I can’t fucking do this right now. I haven’t slept in three days or showered in six. I’m starving and I’m bleeding, and I’m going to eat something and go to bed.”

He storms out of the room and down the hall. Harry trails behind him.

When he reaches the kitchen, he opens a cabinet and rummages around for some Weetabix. He doesn’t have the energy for anything more challenging. After a few seconds of fruitless searching, he comes up with an empty box and lets out a cry of frustration.

Harry says quietly, “You’re angry.”

That’s the final straw. “WHO WOULDN’T BE ANGRY? YOU ATE ALL OF MY CEREAL AND FAKED YOUR DEATH FOR THREE YEARS!” he yells, spinning to face Harry in the doorway.

Harry’s face goes blank and they both stand there for a moment with only the sound of their breathing filling the room. Then the corner of Harry’s mouth twitches, and a few seconds later he’s doubled over, laughing loudly.

Eggsy stands still in shock for a moment, and then he’s laughing too, all the tension draining from his body abruptly. When he can breathe again, he marches across the kitchen and roughly pulls Harry in by his lapels, crushing their lips together desperately. Harry responds immediately, gripping tightly at Eggsy’s hips.

When they pull apart, they’re both smiling.

“I missed you, you bastard,” Eggsy whispers into the space between them and Harry’s grin widens. If Eggsy’s eyes are a little damp, neither of them mention it.

Eggsy leans in again and breathes his next words directly against Harry’s lips.

“Welcome home.”

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To be a more productive fic writer, I let myself write TERRIBLY. I know where the plot is going? Great. Open up a blank page document, set a timer, and write out what happens in exactly the words you think it. I make the story go where it needs to go. I don't care if I have to use a word 3 times or sound like I'm just chatting about what happens to a friend. I make the characters do what they gotta do, think what they gotta think, then edit. Elegant words are easier the second time 'round.

Elegant words are easier the second time ‘round.

So. True. Get the ideas down on paper first and make them sound good later. You can’t edit what doesn’t exist.

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This is some college AU gold

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what do you reckon is the best way to start attacking a fic that you know is going to be a lengthy one? i’ve got plenty of ideas but it’s a bit overwhelming/intimidating to actually try and write anything when i know it’ll be months of writing with no validation, lol. (sorry if you’ve talked about this before, i’m new) <3

I’m one of those people who posts chapter 1 with nothing more than a vague idea and a prayer. As such, I’ll leave this space open for people who plan and plot and write their stories ahead of time :)

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Ffgfdthffghh just found out my great-grandma was engaged to like 11 men during ww2 because rando guys about town kept proposing to her before enlisting and she kept saying yes because ‘well I can’t say no, they’re going to war after all’ and only wound up getting hitched to great-grandpa cause he came back to cash it in