#I'm open to constructive feedback in my DMs too

[nerdacious]

I screwed myself over by posting my fic all at once instead of one chapter at a time. So here’s my shameless self promotion!

We’ve got:

What if Harry didn’t recruit Kim? (Post game, so spoilers)

Pining Kim is a mental wreck

Kim’s notebook (What’s in there?!)

Precinct 57 (featuring 2/3 of the Aces and Alice)

Imaginary Harry being a menace

La Revacholiere works in mysterious ways and is very tired

How Kim Got His Groove Back

“Martin Martinaise” makes you feel special

Some angst with a side of porn

Kim/Harry in a Kim/Smoker suit and also a secret third thing???

The sequel is complete!

You can find it here: Call Me By His Name

[aylacavebear]

She Thought She was Normal

So, this isn't my first fanfic, but it's one I've been working on for over four months now. It is the first one I'm sharing with more than just my family though, something I've never done before. It does have 28 chapters so far, and it isn't finished yet. I'm always up for suggestions and constructive feedback, either in comments or DMs.

Please don't take my work. I'll post warnings for each chapter. Will eventually be 18+!

Story Summary: Maria really thought she was normal, for most of her life. It was normal for people to have natural talent, she would tell herself the older she got. Many things came easy for her, and that was probably how their rivalry began when she was five and he was seven and she met the Winchesters. Little did either of them know that it wouldn't stay like that forever, both having a far larger destiny than they could imagine.

Word Count: 4054

Warnings: Trauma - Family Death, First meetings, childhood rivalry

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Chapter 1 - In The Beginning

She woke up screaming in the passenger seat of her dad's truck, it was dark, and her father was driving them to her Uncle's. The nightmare was still clinging to her vision. 

“You okay, munchkin?” her father asked.

“Yeah, Daddy, just a nightmare,” she answered, trying to catch her breath. 

Her mother had just been killed by a yellow-eyed demon in their home and now, they were just trying to get somewhere safe to deal with the grief. 

Maria was five, her parents were hunters, and her mother was dead due to the demon that had been after Maria. She had deep, dark blue eyes and jet-black hair that went down to the middle of her back, the birth signifiers of the Winter lineage. Her father was a Men of Letters, she was a Legacy, even if she didn't fully understand what that meant yet. She was also something else. She'd heard her father on the phone once, talking to Bobby, and the word Nephilim had been said, although she was too young to know what that meant.

There was silence for a while on the drive, as she didn't want to have nightmares again, “Do you think mamma went to heaven?” she asked her father quietly, curiously. 

He sighed, “I hope so munchkin.”

His words didn't help her feel better, but even with being five, she understood that there was no guarantee where her mother had ended up. She stayed awake for another hour before sleep retook her; this time, there were no nightmares.

Bobby had been up for hours, setting up the guest room the best he could for her after William had called him explaining what happened. He was on his fifth drink when he heard Williams's truck pull up in front, it now being three in the morning. William carried her inside as Bobby held the door open.

“Guest room is all set up,” Bobby sighed as he closed the door.

William nodded as he carried her there, tucking her in under the covers, and then kissed her on the forehead. He then closed the door behind him and joined Bobby in the living room, sitting on the couch. 

Bobby handed him a drink, “You're going after it, aren't you?”

William sighed, “Wouldn't you?”

“You should talk to John, he's after the same demon, might have some information that could help,” Bobby offered.

William sighed before downing his drink, “I haven't talked to him in a couple years now.”

“You're hunting the same thing, Will,” he replied, glancing towards the hallway to where Maria was sleeping, “How's she doing?”

“About how you'd expect,” William replied, “Can you keep up her training and education for while I'm gone? It'll be at least a couple weeks.”

“Yeah,” Bobby sighed.

William only stayed for another ten minutes before he headed out. Bobby felt bad for both of them and he hid his grief for the loss of Alarra, Maria's mother, and William's wife. Hell, Bobby had introduced Will to his sister, Alarra, so many years ago. He didn't go back to sleep that morning after Will had left. Instead, he read over the journal that Will had left for him. It contained Maria's training and education, as well as an outline of what Will and Alarra had wanted to teach her and when. Bobby sighed as he read through it, especially when he noticed the entry from a week before where her powers had begun to manifest. There were only a select few who knew what Maria was, Bobby, John, and Ellen being the main three since Ellen and Alarra had been like sisters. 

Maria woke up a few hours later, still in her clothes from the night before, finding Bobby sitting at his desk reading a book.

“Hi…” she mumbled, rubbing her eyes.

“Mornin kid, how you doing?” he asked, looking up from his book.

She sat down on the couch, staring at the floor, and shrugged her shoulders, “Mom's gone…. It's weird, knowing that…” she replied, feeling disconnected from everything at the moment. 

“You want some breakfast?” he asked, not wanting to push her if she didn't want to talk about it.

“Did Dad leave my bag?” she asked, ignoring his question. 

Bobby sighed, even at five she seemed stubborn, but also needing routine, “Yeah. It's on the kitchen table.”

“Thank you,” she replied before getting up.

Her parents had gotten her into a routine and she was well-behaved for being five. She grabbed the bag off the table and went back to her room, closing the door behind her. She did her few morning stretches and exercises, as her parents had taught her, and even went over the movements with the silver knife her parents had given her. Maria pulled out a fresh pair of clothes and changed, putting her dirty clothes in a bag before stuffing that bag into her duffle. Then she proceeded to brush her hair, fighting with the memories of her mother teaching her how a year ago. She then slipped on the headband before cleaning her brush and putting it away. After a deep breath, she slipped her shoes back on before heading into the kitchen. Bobby was already there, making her some eggs and toast, with some bacon on the side. She sat down at the table and waited patiently, just watching him cook. She'd met her Uncle before and both her parents had spoken highly of him. She wished that this meeting was under better circumstances. 

“Thank you, Uncle Bobby,” she told him kindly.

“You're welcome, kid,” he replied, then sighed.

He wasn't sure if it was the fact that she was a girl, a Nephilim, or how Will and Alarra had raised her as to how well-behaved she was. He'd figured she'd be emotionally broken after losing her mother the day before, but for now, she seemed numb to everything, at least to him. He finished her breakfast and set it in front of her before heading back to his desk, needing to do some research for a friend who'd called him two days prior. She ate her breakfast in silence. The eggs were plain, as Bobby hadn't seasoned them with anything, and the toast was close to being burnt, but she didn't say a word about it, being grateful for a home-cooked meal and not something from a gas station. She thought about how she could talk to him about it since she had a feeling her father hadn't said anything. When she was done eating she scooted the chair over to the sink and washed her dishes, then cleaned up. Maria went and brushed her teeth before joining Bobby in the living room.

“Thank you for breakfast, Uncle Bobby. What was the lesson on Dad's list for today?” she asked him, not ready to give in to the grief she was still pushing away.

He sighed before he sat back in his chair, “Demonology and then practicing cursive.” 

“Will you be quizzing me after?” she asked.

“Well, I agreed to this, so yeah, I'll quiz you after,” he replied.

“Thank you again, Uncle Bobby,” she replied, getting up to retrieve the book from her bag, along with her cursive journal, which she had just begun a few days prior.

She seated herself at the kitchen table, setting her journal to her right with the Demonology book opened in front of her on the table. She read for two hours before she worked for thirty minutes on her cursive. Afterward, handing the book and journal to Bobby, and then sat down on the couch. He nodded his head while he looked over her cursive and almost couldn't believe she was only five, then had to remind himself that she was also a Nephilim or something close to that. He looked over what she had read and quizzed her on it. Even when he deliberately tried to trip her up, she was respectful when she corrected him and then gave him the right answer, which he couldn't help but smile proudly at her.

She took her books back to her room, putting them away before she practiced the moves her father had taught her, helping to increase her muscle memory. She also added to it a bit with the moves her father had recently shown her. Maria still didn't want to stop though, not wanting that pause to where her memories might begin to replay in her mind. She didn't want to see it, to hear the screams, feel the pain of her loss. She slipped out of her room and grabbed the closest book she could without her Uncle seeing her as he was focused on his own research. She sat on her bed and read, for what felt like hours before there was a knock on her door. She slipped the book under her pillow before he opened the door.

“Lunchtime kid,” Bobby told her as he opened her door, “There's a sandwich on the table. After lunch, we're gonna take a trip for some food for while you're here.”

“Okay Uncle Bobby, and thank you,” she replied, following him out of her room. 

Maria ate the peanut butter and jelly sandwich, not happy that it was strawberry, but ate it anyway. She cleaned her dishes before grabbing her jacket and following her Uncle out to his car. Halfway through the ride, she finally broke the silence. 

“So, do you have a list?” she asked, looking over at him.

“It's in my head,” he told her.

She wasn't quite sure what to say or how to ask about what he was getting without sounding rude or intrusive so she just looked out the windshield. Bobby wasn't entirely sure how to interact with her as he never had kids of his own. He parked near the front of the store and the two of them got out of the car. She walked over to him as he came around the tail end of the car, reaching out to hold his hand. It startled him, but he just smiled down at her. She let go of his hand when they reached the front of the store as he grabbed a cart. As they walked through the store, she watched him put things in the cart, making a mental note of the items. 

“Uncle Bobby, would it be okay to get some grape jam?” she asked, curiously. 

He thought for a moment and glanced at the items he'd already had, “Sure. Is there anything else specific you'd like?” he asked her.

He figured asking might help her be able to be more comfortable while she was staying with him. She smiled up at him and made sure to only ask for things she knew she was allowed to have, knowing her father would ask her about everything when he returned. When they made it to the checkout and loaded everything on the counter he glanced at the candy bars.

“Would you like something sweet? You did really good today,” he told her with a soft smile.

For a moment, his words surprised her, as she didn't realize there was another way to behave when in public, but looked over at the candy, “This one, I guess,” she replied, handing him a Reese's package that contained two of the chocolate and peanut butter cups.

Bobby smiled down at her as he put the candy with the other items but asked the cashier to leave it out, as he wanted her to be able to eat it in the car.

“Bobby? Bobby Singer? Is that you?” a female voice behind them asked, causing them both to turn around and look at her.

“Sheriff Mills. Good to see you, this is my niece, Maria,” he told her as the two shook hands.

Maria looked between the two of them for a moment before feeling comfortable enough to say anything, “Nice to meet you, ma'am.”

Her manners and respect surprised Jody, “Hi there. It's nice to meet you as well. How old are you?” she asked in a soft, kind tone.

“I'm five,” she replied.

“Well, you're a very sweet little girl for only being five,” she replied kindly to Maria.

Maria smiled a little but tuned out the rest of their conversation, not wanting to hear what might get brought up. She instead went over and helped put the groceries in the cart again once they were bagged, again, impressing Jody.

“Everything okay with Will and Alarra?” Jody asked Bobby.

He sighed, glanced at Maria, and then back at Jody, “Alarra was killed last night, in a bad accident. Will had to leave to deal with the legalities of everything,” he explained.

“That poor girl,” Jody whispered, watching her put another bag in the cart, “How long is she staying with you?”

“Should only be a couple weeks but you never know how long these things take,” Bobby answered. He had to keep the demon part out of the conversation. Jody didn’t know about any of that stuff, and he wanted to keep it that way.

“Well, I’m here, if you need any advice on anything,” she told him with a soft smile.

“Thanks, Sherrif. I might take you up on that,” he chuckled.

Bobby bid her goodbye, and the two went back to his house, eating the candy bar her Uncle had gotten her on the drive. When they got back, Maria helped bring in the groceries and put away what she could reach. He double-checked the schedule her father had left but she was already grabbing her books from her bag so she could work on the afternoon work.

The next two weeks were like this. She kept to her schedule, sneaking books from her Uncle's collection and making sure they got put back where she'd found them, her Uncle never the wiser. It was a Wednesday of the third week while she was sitting at the table, working on her cursive when she heard her father's truck pull up in the driveway, but she also heard another vehicle. She was supposed to sit there for another ten minutes but her curiosity and happiness got the better of her. She set down her pencil and headed outside, running over to her father who was halfway to the door, wrapping her arms around him.

“Daddy!” she exclaimed.

“Hey munchkin,” he said, smiling as he picked her up, spinning her around, making her laugh. 

He set her down, and she had to catch herself due to being a bit dizzy, but she was still laughing as an adult man, and two boys, one who looked older and one who looked younger than her, walked up. William took her hand and led her inside as she looked over her shoulder at the three of them for a moment, then turned around to watch where she was going. 

“Finish your cursive and we'll do introductions,” William told her before he went into the living room with Bobby, the three others following him. 

She did notice the two boys looking over at her as she sat back down at the table, picking up her pencil to do as her father had said. That ten minutes felt like forever to her. She hadn't felt like she didn't want to do her schooling before, not like she was now. When she did finish, she took a deep breath before grabbing her books and taking them to her Uncle, as he had been the one who'd been doing her schooling. He quizzed her on her reading as the others stayed silent, listening. He even tried tripping her up, to which she respectfully corrected him and gave him the right answers. He looked over her cursive and smiled at how she was progressing. She smiled happily and put her books away before returning to the living room.

“Maria, this is John Winchester and his boys, Dean and Sam,” William told her.

“It's nice to meet you, Sir,” she said to John, utterly respectful, “And you as well, Dean and Sam.”

John, as well as the boys, were impressed with her respect, “It's nice to meet you as well, Maria,” John told her with a proud smile, “Why don't the three of you go be kids outside for a bit, and keep an eye on Sam.”

She knew the adults wanted to talk about something that probably had to do with her mother, so she just nodded and headed outside, Dean and Sam following. Maria took note of how Dean took his younger brother's hand and walked at his pace, so she slowed down to walk at his pace. There was some awkward silence between Dean and Maria for a bit when she finally said something once they were further out in the scrap yard. 

“Are you learning how to hunt too?” she asked, nonchalantly. 

The question surprised Dean a bit, but he decided to act cool, “Yeah, what of it?”

“Just curious,” she replied, tilting her head slightly. 

Dean wasn't sure what to think for this girl. She wasn't like any other girl he'd met before, as she was the first hunter's daughter he'd met. Maria went over to Sam, who was three, and began playing with him, getting him to laugh, a lot, an infectious, playful laughter. All Dean could do was watch her and how she interacted with his younger brother, in a way he couldn't. He may have been seven, but something about this girl intrigued him. It was clear she was being trained to be a hunter; she was respectful, but she hadn't stopped finding ways to bring laughter to people, at least to his brother, even with what had happened to her mother only two and a half weeks prior. 

After a bit, Dean got an idea, “Hey, bet I could throw a rock further than you,” he said, a slightly competitive tone in his words. 

She looked over at him, raising an eyebrow from where she crouched in front of Sam, “Bet you I could not only throw further but also hit my target.”

Dean kept the confident expression, but he began second-guessing himself, seeing her confidence, “You're on.”

Dean picked a car that was around a hundred feet away and put an X on the side of the door. She smirked, “Your challenge, you go first,” she told him, turned to the side, gesturing to the car, still keeping her eye on Sam.

He swallowed, hard as he picked up a rock from the ground, testing its weight as he tossed it in the air a couple of times before he took aim and threw it at the car, hitting the far side of the X he'd drawn, which made him smirk. She just chuckled, then went and picked up the same rock he had used. When she got back to where he was standing, she noticed his puzzled look.

“Well, this way you can't blame it on the rock,” she told him with quite the sass and a smirk to match before she turned and chucked the rock, hitting the X dead center. She knew there were things she could say, but he father had taught her better than to gloat, “Maybe next time we see each other, we can do this again,” she smiled kindly.

Dean was practically speechless. There were too many things about this girl that surprised him, and being seven, all he could do was punch her in the shoulder, which only made her laugh a little before she went back to playing with Sam, leaving Dean to his thoughts. 

About an hour later, John came out and told them to come inside. Maria took Sam's hand and led him back into the house, Dean following behind them. John smiled seeing the sight, silently calling William and Bobby over to see it as well. The three men just smiled, watching the kids as they came back toward the house. Dean went over and held Sam's other hand and made Sam smile and giggle, causing both kids to smile down at him.

“Well, if anything happens to us, hopefully, they'll have each other,” William said.

“Those three are welcome here anytime,” Bobby said, having quite a soft spot for them after the time he'd gotten to spend with his niece.

John and his boys stayed for dinner, which Maria helped Bobby with. 

“At least they get along,” William told John, glancing at Dean who was sitting in a chair watching Bobby and Maria as they cooked.

“That’ll be a bonus,” John replied.

“Bobby suggested we team up since we’re both after the same thing,” William stated, sipping his beer.

“It’s not a bad idea,” he replied, “It would make things easier. Two heads are better than one.”

William chuckled, leaving out the monster joke, “Yeah. Plus it might give the kids some time to be kids,” he sighed.

“Did you have another lead, to head toward after here?” John asked, looking over at him.

“Yeah, two states over. We’ll get that demon, John. One way or another, we’ll track it down, for the kids’ sake at least,” William told him, sounding more confident than he felt.

“Dean,” John said, causing him to look over at him, “Will and I are gonna work together, so they’ll be coming with us. Behave yourself.”

Dean rolled his eyes and John gave him a look, which made him straighten up, “Yes sir,” he replied, quietly but quickly losing the attitude.

He wasn’t pleased about now having to share a motel room with a girl, especially her. Yeah, she was somewhat interesting but at the same time, she was still a girl and girls were annoying. Dean wanted to ask why she couldn’t just stay with Bobby. He wanted to complain but he knew better than to argue with his father once he’d decided something.

Bobby made burgers with Maria standing on a chair, learning, Dean watching her from the living room, which was not being done discreetly. Bobby let her flip the burgers when it was time, as well as put the cheese on them when they were ready. In another pan he had bacon going, explaining the different levels of crispness. She was completely fascinated and paying attention. 

“Dean, how do you like your bacon?” she asked, knowing he was watching her.

Dean got embarrassed, “Cooked?” 

The adults laughed at the interaction but Maria just shook her head a bit as she helped set the table when the food was done. William was proud of his daughter with her constant thirst for knowledge. The schedule he'd made out for her was more for her than for him, as he still wanted her to be a kid sometimes too, not just focus on learning everything she could and grow up too fast. He loved seeing how she interacted with Sam earlier that day.

“So, John and I are gonna team up for a while, since we're after the same thing. This will make things easier,” William explained to Maria.

“Okay Pappa,” she replied, looking up at him.

It didn't bother her. She had enjoyed spending time with Sam, although she found Dean slightly annoying. She wouldn't say that part to her father though, knowing that would be rude. It was clear to Maria that her father and John had spoken to Dean in the living room while she'd been helping her Uncle with dinner since he hadn't been addressed during dinner.

“Will my lessons continue like you had scheduled?” she asked her father after she finished her burger.

“Yes. And I'll check it when I am at the motel, so it will be a little different than it is now,” he told her.

“Okay, Pappa,” she replied.

Part of her was going to miss the quizzes after her reading, but she knew it happened sometimes, depending on whatever case her parents worked. Although now, her mother was gone. Something she still hadn't grieved for. She'd even managed to keep her nightmares at bay, reading one of Bobby's books before bed, which he still didn't know about and she was going to miss that. Once dinner was done, Maria helped with clean up, and John had Dean help as well, to which he didn't argue. 

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Chapter 2

Link to the master list for this story.

[genericpuff]

Do u accept constructive criticism

I've answered questions like this in the past, in general I don't mind and there are times I've asked for feedback within the Rekindled Discord community itself, but I tend to prefer posts the same way that I operate with LO so that it can be put on equal footing with the community itself rather than have it be put into my inbox where I'm not necessarily soliciting it. As much as I dish criticism on LO, it's all in my own house here on Tumblr, you won't catch me in her DM's so I ask for the same in return as that's just basic courtesy.

That said, I have seen the odd crit thread from people on Tumblr/Reddit/etc. and aside from the usual "puff sucks ass for making Rekindled" stuff that isn't helpful in the slightest, they do sometimes offer up some pretty good insight on things that are lacking! I remember one time I saw a crit of Rekindled where they specifically mentioned the shoulders felt too narrow on a lot of characters (like, the opposite problem of the fridge body thing) so I've been working on fixing that since then and it's been pretty successful so far, I think!

It would be hypocritical of me to get upset about criticism, but again, I just ask y'all to follow the same rules with it that we follow with Rachel, you're completely free to open up the floor with your own discussions regarding Rekindled, they don't even have to be meant for my eyes at all (and I make it a habit to not go looking for it anyways) just don't be coming at me in my inbox with bad faith arguments and personal attacks because that's not constructive or helpful for either of us LOL

[akemisalem]

Looking for a Beta Reader

Just as the title says, I'm looking for a Beta Reader for my current long fic, From the Start, and possibly for my other wips. My prior experience in writing is for screenwork and scriptwriting, so it's been a journey trying out long-form fiction, and I would like to get some feedback from a fresh pair of eyes!

Details are:

Looking for someone who can give constructive and honest feedback on plot development, character consistency, and overall writing style. I'm not afraid of criticism or too proud to make necessary changes.

I will mostly be writing EraserCloud/Shirazawa stories within the MHA fandom, so someone who is familiar with those characters and their dynamics would be ideal! But I'm open to feedback from anyone who enjoys reading fanfiction in general :)

If you're interested in helping me out, please reach out to me via DM so we can make something work! Thank you! ♡

[human-still-developing]

Beta Reading: A Guide

Hey everyone!

I'm Hics, your neighbourhood writer, editor and professional procrastinator <3 I realised my writing advice series has gone a little cold so I thought I might freshen it up with a quick guide on beta-reading!!!!

Now before we begin, I thought I might just state up front that BETA READING IS NOT THE SAME AS PROFESSIONAL EDITING...if you're looking for tips on the later, I do have a few guides on constructive criticism but am planning on doing one up for editing as well!

So lets jump straight into beta reading!

What's a Beta Reader?

In the publishing world, we usually roughly categorise our readers into two groups. 'Alpha' readers are generally your experienced reader who will look over unpolished/first drafts of a work to give opinions on direction, concepts and story progression. This allows an author to shift/refine their outlook over their own work before coming up with a polished piece of writing that they can present to an audience/publisher. 'Beta' readers are responsible for reading a POLISHED piece of work to give opinions on reader appeal, outreach to intended audience and provide a moral boost to the writer :) Their role is less to critique the impact/intent of a piece of writing and more to give a well-crafted opinion on how the writing holds on its own.

Often in more casual settings the roles of the above two readers can overlap!

What is the role of a Beta Reader?

If you are considering becoming a beta reader or looking for one, here is some of the key information a beta reader should provide:

A good understanding of the audience your work is suited for/ an idea of how well your work reaches to your target audience! (e.g. is your slow-burn fan-fiction really centred around the relationship or does it go off on a tangent?)

Feedback on places you can improve/edit your work (e.g. does your slipstream metafiction have too many recurring motifs for the audience to relate to?)

Some of the best features of your work/writing style!

Your beta-reader is often the last stop before your writing train reaches the big, wide world! At this point, you're all ready for your work to be released and they're just here to top up your supplies and give you a pat on the back before you set free <3

How do I become a good Beta Reader?

Read! The more exposure you have of writing and its genres (even ones that you don't usually beta for), the more tailored and specific your advice will be :)

Choose works to read in a form/style you are comfortable in! Don't read over someone's ancient greek play if you haven't heard of the Iliad :) Even though having a wide variety of skills and experiences are useful for a beta-reader, it is important that you provide relevant and valid advice to your writer!

Give personal and specific feedback! Something that I try and include in my beta reading are some of my favourite quotes from the text that really emulate that writer's message. Not only does this help the writer realise the most poignant parts of their writing, it also gives them a moral boost!

How do I choose a beta reader for my work?

Find someone who has experience in the type of writing you do! If you're writing fan-fiction for example, don't get a beta-reader who has never read/watched the original text before!

Pick an unbiased friend/person who you know will not be afraid to provide you with feedback/opinions AND will also not tear apart your work.

Trust your gut instinct. Often you already have an idea of who will provide the best advice for your writing!

So there it is folks, a quick and messy guide to beta-reading! Questions and comments are most welcome; my ask box and DMs are always open <3 If you're interested in beta-reading/looking for a beta-reader, hit me up and I'd love to help/scout around with you! I also do a bit of beta-reading here and there too (more editing outside of tumblr but I'd love to read your work) <3

Happy reading!

<3 Hics

[ask-arthur-conan-doyle]

Sorry for another ask, but this towards the Mun of the blog: Are dms open to plan any kind of RP not just nsfw and are you okay with people making a post specifically for rping? Just asking for clarification.

Hello Duckie!

Yes, DMs are open for anything - be it feedback (do try to keep it constructive), planning out RP, or just to talk to me, too! Or anything else you could imagine. DMs won't be answered in character though - you'll be conversing with the far less interesting admin.

Feel free to make a post and tag me in it if you want a response from Arthur.

I'll get this added to my masterlist post once I'm off mobile.

Thank you for the question and thank you for engaging with me like this, it's really appreciated. 💙

[plural-aita]

aita for making nsfw references in a call where a little was present?

this happened a while ago, so the details are pretty fuzzy. i mean all of this in good faith and am open to constructive feedback.

about a year ago i was in a discord call with some people im no longer in contact with. i was dating one of these people, we'll call T, and watching a movie with him and one or two other people in the call. i'm a singlet and T may have been a system (its complicated and i'm not exactly sure what was going on- he told me about having a mass dormancy and how he think it might've just been his severe unmedicated psychosis making him think he was a system. anyways.)

at some point, a person part of a system, i'll refer to them collectively as S, joined the call but wasn't active in the voice chat, so i figured they just wanted to watch quietly and i kept talking to T. the movie we were watching was rated r, so i would make lots of jokes and references to sex and swear a lot, it's just the kind of person i am. during the call i got pinged by T in a text chat (cant remember if it was dms or public) that therw was a little in the call. this threw me off, and T told me to check the vc text chat, and when i went through i saw that S was texting sporadically, but i didnt see a lot to suggest that they said something there about switching alters.

i got kinda uncomfortable at that point and i think i paused the movie and tried to tone down my jokes to more middle school stuff since i didnt know the little's boundaries or how to interact properly in a situation like this. i also wasnt really close with S since they were more of T's friend and they would switch to an alter i'd never talked to before for days on end, which made it difficult for me to connect with them when their host did front (which didnt happen too much).

i think S eventually left the call and we returned to our more mature commentary, but i did feel bad for continuing my inappropriate jokes when T informed me that a little was present. i guess i was expecting the little to be more of a tween aged kid but they ended up being closer to 6 with very VERY babyish interests. nothing against any of that i just wasnt at all prepared for it in the moment

was i the asshole for being a bit dense/slow and awkward when this occurred?

[chainofclovers]

For the fic writer thingy 💥

💥 How do you feel about criticism?

I feel good!

(OK, my real answer is a bit more complicated than that. But I spent a few years in grad school in workshops getting very used to being critiqued both in writing and verbally in a live setting, and while it wasn't always easy, it was so necessary for my growth. There were absolutely some people whose comments I gave less credence to than others, but you start to figure out the people whose critiques really, really help you and challenge you, and that helped me establish the kinds of relationships where I could ask for and give feedback, and I still share work with some of those friends even years later.

In terms of fanfic, I tend to feel that a commenter should not leave unsolicited criticism. It's a public venue of people sharing their work free of charge, and unsolicited feedback can feel at best tone deaf and at worst truly painful. I sometimes put at the end of my stories that I'm open to concrit, and I actually want to put that more frequently. I'm open to concrit on anything I posted on the internet. I am VERY aware that this is not how many people in fandom feel.

I've received some minor criticism on various stories that has allowed me to fix an inaccuracy, a mechanical error, etc. I've really appreciated getting a DM with stuff like that. It's not in the public space, it's not embarrassing, and it lets me get better. When it comes to more content-driven feedback, like questioning if someone would really do something that way, it occasionally makes me feel a bit "huh" but I don't generally mind it. I actually enjoy replying and maybe explaining why I made the choice I made, and I've never had a bad experience attempting to have that conversation. Occasionally it might shake me a bit, but overall it's interesting to hear those types of responses.

This makes it sound like I receive criticism on every story I post; I do not.

To me, receiving a request for "more" that doesn't engage with what I've already posted is far more hurtful than receiving constructive criticism in good faith.

As a reader, I do not post unsolicited criticism. I tend not to critique even if there's space for it. I have DM'd friends over the years about typos I knew they'd want to know about. And in a couple of cases, I've called something out as racist [I'm not talking about a story in which racism exists feeling upsetting to my sensibilities, but rather about someone taking a racist approach to their participation in fandom]. Those two ends of the spectrum--a harmless typo, an egregiously gross thing--are my exceptions. Otherwise, I get all my editing fun out on stories I actually get to edit and work on with friends!)

@mrgaretcarter I'd be curious to hear your thoughts on criticism too!

[haywire-hetfield]

💥 and 🥰

Fanfic Writer Emoji Asks

💥 How do you feel about criticism?

I'll be honest, I'm not a huge fan of criticism. Writing is an escape for me, so all of it is mainly just for fun and I don't take it too seriously. Criticism (even constructive criticism) tends to really bum me out and can discourage me from writing for a while.

🥰 How do you feel about reader interaction? Are you open to receiving questions about your fics?

I love reader interaction! Feel free to leave feedback on fics, ask any questions, bring up any alternate scenes/endings you thought would be cool, etc.

My ask box (and dms) are always open to anyone who wants to chat about anything.

[rorosettee]

welcome!!

✧ about me: hello i'm rosette (or rose for short)! i use any pronouns and im a minor. im also from the philippines (so expect me to incorporate some filipino culture into my works!!) some hobbies i have are writing, drawing (might post some drawings here too), listening to music (tv girl, mitski, zild, taylor swift, the crane wives, etc.), and a ton of other things!

✧ about this blog: this blog was made for me to post my works and to make some friends here on tumblr!! if you want to talk to me my dms are open or you can also use the asks or comment on my posts!! im always open to suggestions, feedback, and constructive criticism about my work!

✧ fic posting sched: saturdays/when i have free time (not guaranteed on the saturdays part since im a busy high-school student)

✧ req status: CLOSED (as of 11/02/23)

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✧ dni: if you are 20+, proshippers, racists, homophobes, ableists (literally just a bad person in general), blank blogs, (YOU WILL BE BLOCKED!!)

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[lattechans]

girl that was so uncalled for . . .

@anantaru

okay...so,

i know you didn't ask for feedback and i apologize for coming off too strong or passive-agressive/condescending, that was never my intention.

i genuinely wanted to give constructive feedback on your writing because i know that has worked for me and i am open to it, but i should not have assumed that this would be the same for you, or for anyone else but myself. and again, i hope you can understand that i am not coming from a malicious place.

you can write however you want. and i won't keep reading if i find it hard to understand and i guess i should've left it at that instead of writing it out to you. but what's done is done.

but, isn't everything uncalled for? if you just want the compliments and never hear what you could improve on, sure! or maybe i just worded my feedback wrong, and again, i apologize for it coming off as malicious or anything like that. i really thought about my words and did not see that it could be interpreted in a way of me trying to seem better etc.

the response to this, again, could be "well, you should've thought about it before you sent it" and i did. i really did try to keep it constructive. providing examples from work is easier, since we tend to write a lot and maybe this (long sentences) was just a one-time case.

idk maybe i'm rambling, maybe some feel like i'm making excuses or trying to save face but i stand behind my feedback and still want to say, your writing is great overall! i mean clearly you're successful so there's no issues! and yes, this is just tumblr and a hobby for most of us. i personally, don't see that making a difference for me but again, i made an assumption i should not have made.

feel free to dm me off anon if you want this 'discussion' to continue privately or if you have anything further to tell me, but i do believe you blocked me so...this is it i guess.

again, i apologize for not being able to express myself more kindly. i apologize for sending that message altogether as it was not asked for. but my opinions in it still stand. i won't apologize for that, which i hope you can understand.

[pokemon-ash-aus]

I'm the one who sent in the big, long Eeveelution idea list where I offered ideas for different colors. I'm sorry. I wasn't trying to be rude when I sent it, nor was I trying to say your art is bad: i's not, and I love your artstyle. I was trying to offer feedback and suggestions, and I had no intention to say it's bad or try to "fix" it.  

Again, I'm sorry.

Jay: Listen Anon, i don’t mind getting critique. As an Artist, its expected, and while i can feel bad about it, its not the fault of anyone.

However, as an artist, I can choose what or what not to take as critique, whether constructive or not. In the end, it’ll only affect me and my art.

On that, the day you sent the critique, i was not having a good day, and in turn, i took a lot of things personally. But that is not your fault and there should be no need to apologize, especially seeing as how you would have had no clue what was going on in my personal life. I am here to entertain, not to complain.

But- speaking to everyone here- if you have a critique of my art, id much prefer it be via DM instead of Anon. It’s much easier speaking to others in that way, whereas on anon it feels… not backhanded, but it feels as if you expect me to take it too personally.

And as stated above, you could clearly see that on that day, i did.

I have anon open for people who are afraid of sending it via their main account. I get it, sometimes these things can be scary.

But for critique, i would love for a DM, where i can talk and we can bounce ideas back and forth. I had my reasons to make the colors the way i did, something that doesn’t seem to click for others the way it did for me.

The eeveelution shinies were colored quickly, and I’m not proud of all of them, but in the end thats on me.

Hope you understand that I’m not upset, and this shouldn’t deter anyone else from offering critique.

[mrs-cavill-wife]

Forbidden Witch (2/?)

Pairing: Charles Brandon X Female Reader

Warning: Fantasy. Language. Forbidden Love. Tell me if I miss something.

Author's Note: This one is REALLY long chapter but here comes Charles Brandon, calm your tits! Hope you guys like it, if you do, please reblog it! I'm all ears to feedback and suggestions, thank you! DM or comment if you want to be on tag lists of Forbidden Witch!

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Riding for a few minutes, the boy was fun, he had many stories but I was grateful when he stopped chattering. I think this adventure exhausted him.

We arrived in Aluma and it was not difficult to find the castle, in a short time, we were well in freight for the construction. Aretuza was a beautiful place, but I had never seen such a magnificent castle, it was big, people were probably lost there. I approached the entrance and came across three soldiers, who immediately aimed the spears at me.

"Stop! Who's coming over there?"

I looked at them alerting them to stay quiet and I got off the horse slowly, the little prince was already asleep and I didn't want to find him. I think almost turning into monster food was a great experience, he needed to rest.

"Tsc-tsc. I don't think that's how you supposed to treat a lady. Especially when she saved and is in charge of the safety of her future king."

One of them approached to look closely and then looked at the others.

"Go, fast! Let your majesties know, Prince Eric has been found."

One of them ran inside the door, faster than a fox and I, even with the little boy, still had to wait outside. I looked at the blondie, and he slept soundly, hugging my Atlas, as if je were the most comfortable of the mattresses. Which is probably something he must have. Based on the aesthetics of the Castle, they must have everything from the good and the best, and even more.

"Eric! My little warrior!"

A voice, clearly desperate, screamed and, faster than her guard, the queen approached. A beautiful lady, blonde, thin but with curves, a beautiful green dress with gold details that matched with her hazel eyes and, of course, a simple but remarkable crown with rubies on the top of her head.

She approached me and the little boy, affectionately touching her face and then brushing her hair with her fingers. Her features were clear, pure happiness, relief and tears that I think, have been there since the little boy ran away. Eric woke up quickly with his mother touch and smiled softly, still tired.

She grabbed the boy, without caring about his soaked clothes, giving him a giant bear hug while sobbing.

"Oh my little prince, why? You know how worried your Mom is when you run away like that."

She said now looking at him with teary red eyes. I have to admit I felt bad for her.

"I think I'll have to put soldiers in to watch you again"

Again? Yeah, he didn't lie, and by the nickname "little warrior", I think he was really a little adventurer and a big runaway kid.

"Mom, I'm sorry and I'm fine. The witch saved me. Without her, I would be monster dinner right now."

Said the little troublemaker and after the brief moment of mother and son, the queen noticed me, gave a big smile and I bowed in respect, but she soon shook her head and held my hand.

"You, my young lady, no need to bow. You saved my son, my greatest treasure, you don't know how grateful I am. What's your name?"

I didn't knew exactly what to say. I looked at Eric and he just smiled comforting me.

"Oh.. your majesty.. I'm Cassandra, Cassandra of Boudicca.. and I just.. I just did what any sensible person would do."

"One way or another, me and your majesty, the king, we are very grateful, and by the way the king would love to meet you."

Meet me? Oh Lord, I can't say no to a queen, right? She's being so sweet with me but I'm even dressed properly to meet a king?

"My queen.. I.. well.."

"No no, I'll be offended if you refuse"

I sighed and nodded. The soldiers led the way and the queen took me into the huge castle, holding my right hand and with her son by the side, but within minutes he ran into a room with large wooden doors, apparently the throne room.

I thought we would get in there but the queen is still walking and I had no choice but to follow. We arrived at a door, it was opened and it was a beautiful room, with a huge bed that would probably fit three people, a nice balcony, a dressing table, a shelf with some books. The queen took me to the room on, had a huge mirror, a beautiful bathtub, prepared with some foam and next to it, a black girl with a simple dress, braided hair and a beautiful smile.

"This is Juliette, one of my chaperones, she's a wonderful lady, she will help you bathe and get ready."

The lady Juliette bowed at me and I looked surprised at the queen.

"Your majesty, that's not necessary, I.."

She cutted me before I could say something more.

"Darling, you can call me Madeline and maybe it's not necessary but I asked my man to treat your beautiful horse and I think you need too, besides.."

She grabbed a little cloth and gently rubbed under my nose wiping it. Something a mother would do. And I saw a little of blood when she pull away the cloth. Fire spells always consume a lot of my strength, occasionally, my nose would start bleeding and on the worst situation, I would pass out.

"..You look very exhausted, please, let my lady help you.."

Alright, maybe I need it and won't hurt, right?

I nodded causing the Queen and her lady to smile widely at me.

"Huh.. At least, lady Juliette, can she let me take care of my bath? By myself, please? I don't want to be disrespectful to your kindly, but I'm not used to undressing in front of anyone."

The queen smiled softly and nodded at Juliette and soon, she were our of bathroom.

"Darlin, one question. What's your favorite color?"

"Black!?"

I answered a little confused and she left me alone in the bathroom. I undressed and went into the warm water.

I would not feel comfortable naked in someone's presence, at all, even if I were a man.. I imagine that some people think I can be experient, I admit that I have a beautiful body, at least I think that I'm beautiful, attracts many masculine looks, I have been courted but always by men who saw me with a piece of meat or out of curiosity to know what spell a witch knows how to do between four walls. Pathetic.

The truth is that I have never been with a man, I have never fallen in love. When I was younger, I used to imagine what my future husband would be like. I imagined your details, I remember everything I liked.. He would be a tall man, defined body, fair, strong, sweet, romantic, noble, fair skin, blue eyes like the sky in a spring morning, dark hair like the night, short or maybe curly, lips chubby that would always leave me wanting more, hands that when..

Oh my God, stop Cassandra, you're not a teen anymore.. and it's not going to happen.

I blew away those stupid thoughts and got up from bathtub, grabbed a towel and wrapped around my body. When i arrived on room, I meet Lady Juliette, holding a box and next to her, on the bed, a simple, but for my eyes, a really gorgeous black dress.

"Oh my God, that's..?"

Lady Juliette laughed softly and opened the box, revealing a necklace.

"The queen want you to wear this for tonight. She thought you would like the style and it's also a gift for saving her son"

I don't wanted to sounds dramatic but it's beautiful, the dress, the necklace. I grabbed the dress and ran back to bathroom to get dressed. I admired myself on the mirror for a second and quickly, Juliette was behind me, helping me with the necklace.

"By your smile, I see you approved. The queen will love to know. Your majesties await for you on the throne room, I'll lead the way."

I nodded and followed Juliette to the throne room

Charles Brandon POV

Another beautiful morning. I woke up and rubbed my eyes, yawned getting up and wearing a shirt. I went to the window, opened the curtains and let the sunlight in. Oh, fresh air. Honestly, I could not have chosen a better place to be my home, in freight to a beautiful and immense river, around the splendid nature, far from the city, that noise makes me crazy, horses running, people screaming, songs out of tune, poor people begging for help and old "relationships" knocking on my door. That's peace right here.

I looked to the side. Seeing my wife, Phoebe and my little princess, my daughter Mackenzie. Christ, she is growing up so fast, she is only six years old now but she is a very smart little girl, loves to read, write and draw. She is the most special thing in the world for me.

I remember when Phoebe told me she was pregnant, four weeks after our wedding. I have always been a man who lives in the present, the now. But at that moment, I cared about the future, about me, about being a better man, something I never was and my wife suffered a lot from it, she would pretend to don't mind sleeping all alone almost every night, pretended not see me arriving late, often drunk, lipstick and sweat on my skin. Today I don't like to talk but, loyalty was never on my list of tasks, not before Phoebe give me someone so innocent, so sweet and pure, someone who depended on me. There's a Charles Brandon before Mackenzie, and another Charles Brandon after Mackenzie, and long before that, long before I met Phoebe, I was just a farmer's son.

How do I become Duke? Well, I was always in love with horses and swords, my father died when I was little and my mother was a queen's lady. I practically lived in the castle because of my mother's work, and this work, gave me a chance to see the soldiers training, fighting, riding, I just loved it and the captain ended up realizing my admiration, despite my young age, I became a helper, simply started carrying things, gave a little help with the horses. My dedication took me far, in a short time I cleaned the armor and then I was sharpening and testing the swords and when I really became a man, after my mother died of natural causes, with the blessing of King Edward, I became knights, soldier, one of the best.

Going to war was incredible for me, it seems sick but I liked to cut off heads, tear apart, see blood and defend the kingdom that treated me like a son. King Edward had a best friend, a king from a distant continent. King Alexander. On one of his visits, there was a feast, and that's when we met. That same night, there was an ambush in the castle and unfortunately, the king in which I served since I was a child, was murdered, as well as several soldiers, I remained standing, even injured and saved King Alexander.

After all that, King Edward gave me a lot of support. He knew it was a big loss for me, I lost a lot of friends and he knew that King Alexander was almost like a father to me. He knew of my dedication and love for the royal guard, for being a soldier and he invited me to be part of his soldiers. I was reluctant but after thinking a lot, I really had nothing else, nothing to lose so, the next day, I am already on my way to Aluma, his kingdom. There I met his wife, he told me they were trying to have a baby, they hoped it was a boy, an heir, I honestly, I always thought it was bullshit but I wouldn't say that, I was treated like a son.

For a few years, I exercised my place in the royal guard, I became a captain, and of course, the title attracted several lovers. Redheads, brunettes, blondes, fair skin, black skin, a whole meal full of colors and tastes.. each dawn I got up from a different bed, and "finally", I met Phoebe, a young lady, from a noble family. At first, it was just a carnal thing but it ended up becoming a passion, and soon, we were married. Being a captain, having a wife and being a party boy. My favorite things in life, but they were colliding. Phoebe suffered from wondering if I would return alive from a battle and the other night, she slept alone while I had fun with some harlot. It got to the point where I realized that it couldn't be like that anymore, I had affection for the woman who woke up more than I want in me, so I made the decision to relinquish my post as captain of the royal guard. King Alexander tried to insist that I stay, it's true that we ended up becoming great friends but he ended up understanding my decision.

As a thank you for years of loyalty to him and his best friend, he gave me a title and his best builders would build my home, wherever I wanted. I chose, Sullfolk, a beautiful continent, full of nature. I became Charles Brandon, the Duke of Sullfolk.

"Daddy?"

I leave my daydreams of the past, hearing that sweet voice of my dear Mackenzie. I looked at the bed and saw her with a sleepy face and a smile in my direction. I walked over, sitting next to her on the bed and placing a kiss on her messy hair.

"Good morning, sunshine. how did my little princess sleep?"

"Good daddy, are we traveling today, right?"

I laughed softly nodding at her. Since King Alexander sent a letter, inviting me and my family to Aluma, my little Mackenzie is not holding on to happiness, she would ask me every night, "When are we going? It's closer daddy?".

It would be her first trip, she would know the place of my stories that she loved to hear. It would be a visit, it had been a few years since Alexandre and I had seen each other and he said he would prepare a banquet, talk about the old days, it would be fun for my family, a chance for Mackenzie to know a new place and Phoebe would review the place where he was born. In fact, we were all in stasis.

"I'll get ready and tell our servants to put our breakfast. Wake up your mother and meet me in the dining room. After we eat, we go to the road."

She smiled widely causing me the same action of affection and I left the room.

[sixeyesgojo]

Well we'll. After reading your painter au of Gojo x reader, I gotta say, I'm completely smitten! It was a short Lil fic but it also gave me so many butterflies. As an artist that paints, I thoroughly enjoy reading about Gojo painting and how he loves painting y/n. All in all, I found this a very beautiful fic! If you've got anymore inspk for painter gojo, I'd be more than happy to read about it!

I only remember I hit the send button, then betaread a moot's work and went to sleep. Woke up feeling in love with painter!Gojo, so I know how you feel. It made me feel something special in my gut and that's a first for my own writing. I wasn't sure what this feeling is LOL

But maybe that's the retired artist in me speaking because frankly, I wrote it for self-indulgent reasons...

Like three people (including you) left positive feedback for me, so I might turn it into a fullblown oneshot one day (lmk if you want to be tagged). But I'll see about that because I have a shitton of drafts left... gotta find inspiration for plot though.

Also, you said you paint? I would love to see it but only if you're comfortable sharing it! 🥺 I was an arts major in hs, so I really love love love art. I am not capable of doing it myself any longer but I love seeing other people's art! I have a mutual who shares their art with me (to get constructive criticism usually) but I really love it 🥺

Also, it may inspire me <3

If you, or anyone else wants to share their art with me, my ask box is open and so are my dms ❤

- nie, an arts lover

P.S.: check out my fav artist Leonid Afremov too hehehehe

[jadehqknb]

Do you have any writing tips? Because I really love your writing style and I'm trying to improve mine :3

First off, thank you for the compliment, both on the factthat you like my writing and that you would ask me for tips. That is definitelyhigh praise indeed.

The first thing is justkeep writing. Now, that may sound odd but the phrase practice makes perfectwasn’t said for nothing. The more you do something, the better (hopefully) youwill become because you will grow the existing skills you have. Read…a lot. And I’m not just talking other imagines, thoughthat does help. Read books, read multi-chapter fanfictions of your favoriteshows, read different genres of stories to help glean their tones. Often thereare multiple tones which can occur in a story even if you have a centralizedtheme (romance, horror, etc) so having a pile of inspiration to draw from ishelpful. Also, re-read stories you love with the intent to pay attention at howyou’re feeling, what you’re seeing in your mind. Notate what about the storydraws you in and think how to emulate (not copy of course) that in your own. Keep a journal or notebook (paper and electronic) to writedown new ideas, plot points, dialogue, scene set up, etc. Inspiration can hitat almost any time and it really sucks to have a GREAT idea or to work out aplot point that was giving you trouble only to forget it later because you didn’twrite it down. Get your ideas out but try not to critique too much as yougo. Some of that is fine because you don’t want to create double work foryourself when editing. But I find that sometimes when I’m paying too muchattention to finer details I lose my overall focus of what I’m trying to say.So instead, I just write what’s in my head and allow myself to worry abouttrimming it down later. This works for me, it may not for you or others and truthfully,I don’t do it all the time. But when I allow myself the freedom to just write sometimes I find my best stuffcomes out because I’m not overly criticizing it as I go which can stiflecreativity very quickly. I hope that made sense. The above leads into the next: Re-read your work repeatedly. The first time, look forgrammatical, spelling, punctuation, and tense errors. Clean up the mess(because it happens to all of us). After you finish editing as above, step away from what youjust wrote and let it sit. I don’t always follow this because I get impatientwith myself but when I do manage to I’ve found my writing is of a higherquality. If you can let it sit for a whole day without revisiting it, it givesyou a chance to read it with fresh eyes when you go back. Now, after you’ve let it sit, if you’re working on amulti-chapter, read the previous chapter and go right into the next. Check theflow and makes sure everything makes sense. Does it feel choppy? Too wordy? Notenough description? Too much description? How does the dialogue, feel/sound?What can you do to convey your message as cleanly and simply as possible?Writing with great description and detail is fine but our brains are reallygood at filling in gaps using our imagination. We don’t have to spelleverything out. When doing the second read through, if something feels likeit doesn’t fit or may fit later or you even wonder what the heck you werethinking, don’t delete it. Open a separateword doc and take what I call the scraps and put them there. Label however youneed to in order to remember what they are for. I usually have a scrap doc openfor any story I’m writing and use it only for that story. If I start a new one,I open a new scrap doc and use it. This way, if you came up with a really greatscene that just didn’t feel well placed in one part of your story, you alreadyhave it ready to go for the next. I’ve even had lines of dialogue that feltmore appropriate for later in the story and just hung onto them until I coulduse them. Finish your cut and paste then let it sit again if you can.Again, this is to allow your brain time to step away from what you’re so closeto so that when you read it one last time you’re not filling in gaps orglossing over errors because your brain is supplying the answers and your eyesaren’t able to see them. If you have someone you can trust that will give you honestfeedback, ask them to read it. Take their opinions and apply changes wherenecessary. I have one person I bounce stuff off of and it helps me a lot. Ifyou don’t want to have someone you know personally do it, seek out a betareader. Don’t give in trolls, just don’t. If someone has somethingconstructive say, listen with a grain of salt because you CAN’T PLEASEEVERYONE. I stress this because I have to remind myself of it often. The biggest thing to remember is: have fun. Writing likethis, while challenging, is supposed to be fun. It’s an indulgence to exploreoptions for characters you love so make sure you’re enjoying it! I hope that answers your question and isn’t toooverwhelming. Everything I described above can be used for imagines/scenariostoo and your blog will stand out if you apply them.Thanks again for following, reading and reaching out. I’mhappy to help if you ever have any more questions. You can send an ask or DM meif you like.