#and then i might just delete it and take what feedback i have received

[featherwriter]

QUESTION TO FOLLOWERS:

Would you like me to continue posting fics on tumblr?

If so, please give this post a like so that I know there's an audience here still!

Ok, some longer thoughts on this question below:

Recompense is finished! Wow what a fic. Literally five years ago I started that thing, but it's finally done and I've had a real burst of creative energy and have been writing on the sequels to it!

However, I'm trying to figure out if it's worth my time to continue posting fics over here on this blog. For those who follow me elsewhere, you may have realized that my Archive of Our Own account gets fic updates from me more regularly than this blog does. While I do try to crosspost most things over here eventually, it's usually quite a delay. (Fanfic.net is more delayed than that, I admit my FF account languishes more than the others.)

Part of the reason for that is that I tend to do more formatting here to try to make things easier, given that tumblr is not a website innately designed to host multi-chapter fanfics, so I tend to make navigation buttons with links at the beginning of end of my fics here, and a masterpost that compiles all the chapter links together. I also like to make little gif banners to set the mood of the fic over here, for presentation's sake.

That said... I'm wondering if all this extra effort is worth it. Do people actually read fics using this blog or this page? Or do most people simply use AO3 these days anyway and I'm doing a bunch of extra effort for not much gain. Would you prefer that I just link to AO3 instead of posting fics in full here?

I'd love to hear actual feedback on what readers would prefer, if people have any for me. Or simply give this post a like if you want me to keep posting here. If nothing is heard, I may stop doing all the fanfic posting here, and simply consolidate to AO3 alone.

Regardless of results, you can almost always expect that the most up-to-date fics from me and first releases are going to continue to be on AO3. For example, Recompense (which is part 2 in this very old series, A Crow's Rescue) now has a fully complete (if short) sequel on AO3, Requiem. And part 4, Renaissance, is also starting to have chapters posting, which I expect to continue for a bit!

Would you like me to post Requiem and Renaissance over here as well? Or is it easier to just link to them? Or do people not really care about fics on tumblr anymore?

Please let me know! And for anyone who reads my fics, thank you so much! As any fic writer knows, comments, kudos, and likes are the fuel that keeps us going, knowing our stories made somebody else smile.

[virgincels]

WASTE ME 3

ft. leon s. kennedy x gn!reader

tags. rape/non-con, painal, vomit like a lot of it, emotional abuse

a/n. so messy n rushed cuz i deleted it like 5 times n rewrote it over n over 😭 sorry it’s so flat from leon’s side but omg rbs n feedback appreciated :3 unedited so ignore typos please :3 leon is um. idk I think I changed his character drastically from the last parts but whatever!!! if u see me using shit from old fics ignore it ong

tumblr has started to remove fics that use tw non-con, tw incest and any nsfw tags in general. for this reason, as i’d like my fic to appear in the tags so i can have the same reach as other authors, please understand that this fic contains dark content under the cut. reading this comes at your own risk.

one / two

“Can you put that away? I can’t concentrate.” Leon’s hands tighten their grip on the wheel, agitation creeps into his voice as you push the visor back into its place, then very promptly - when you think he’s not looking - pull it back down for the umpteenth time to give yourself a once over. “Cut it out.”

“Sorry.” You say quickly, as if the words have been festering in your mouth for a while now.

“Hey, you don’t have to come.” You do, you have to or I'm in deep shit. I bet a couple hundred on this. A date, that is. In all the years he’s known his friends, not once has he brought a date to their annual New Year’s party. “We’re not too far from your house, I can turn the car around.”

“No,” You shake your head, “No, I want to come with you.”

Leon isn’t sure if he wants you to come with him, if he’s ready for the barrage of questions and insults, namely from Claire. He’s taking you ‘cause there’s no one else, and to be quite frank, he considered hiring an escort before he even thought of you. The thing is, you’ve gotten too comfortable around him. Using pet names, babe and baby, so Leon tried to put some distance between the two of you. ‘Cause that made him queasy. You’re not dating. He’s thirty-seven years old, there’s no room in his life to date, you don’t date at that age. You fuck and get it over with.

“I don’t know what you’re nervous about,” Leon hums, he turns the radio down, “You look nice.” He expects you to fawn over him, throw yourself into his lap ‘cause he said you don’t look bad. That’s what you’re like, right? Doesn’t take a whole lot to get your tail wagging.

“Don’t say that.” The tone in which you speak is new, Leon hasn’t heard that before. Not been on the receiving end of any mood swings you’re bound to have. You have the emotional capacity of a toddler - no form of regulation over any of your thoughts and feelings, words slip past your lips like you’ve got the shits. Verbally speaking.

“What?” He asks, dumbfounded by the total switch.

“I don’t like it… I don’t like when you say things like that, it feels like you're lying.” And he’s not. That might be the first time he’s ever told you the truth so directly.

“I’m not, why would I lie about that?” Oh, so all of a sudden you’ve managed to grasp the concept of self respect? Talking back to him and shit. You know, Leon’s kinda proud of you. One of you had to break free from the binds of your swaddling cloth sooner or later. One of you has to cut ties, and it sure as hell won’t be him. It’s not that you’ve grown on him, instead you’ve torn open his flesh and slipped between the cracks in his ribs. Nestled into his chest cavity and made it your home. Or he’s just real lonely.

“I’m not stupid, Leon.”

“I never said you were stupid.”

“You’re looking at me like I’m stupid.”

“What? No, I’m not. I’m looking straight ahead, ‘cause I’m driving?”

“Yeah? Well, keep looking at the road.” You huff through your nostrils, and it’s absurd, the shit you come up with. All it does is show your age. He’s fucking a kid, one that can’t even drink yet.

Leon does just that, neither of you utter a word for the remainder of the journey. When he gets out, you catch up with him, take his arm in yours as if it belongs to you, he’d rather you take his heart. So all the tenderness would be zapped from his system. Leon’s love comes in the shape of your casket, it comes with the engravings on your tombstone, empty and cadaverous. It’s not enough for you, you don’t know that, but he does. Leon’s a weeping sore of a man, the kind that won’t go away, not with over-the-counter pills, not the type that gets drained, not even antibiotics could help him. You’re licking his wounds and getting nothing from it, nothing but a mouthful of infectious pus.

“Leon— Oh.” The smile on Claire’s face drops as quick as it came, her forehead creases, and he’d like to tell her pretty girls shouldn’t frown so hard, they’ll get wrinkles, but she’d have his head. Tell him that it’s a natural progression, and that he’s looking a little rough these days, he should try keto. Leon has been on keto most his life if dick counts as meat.

He wraps an arm around your shoulder, draws you closer, smiling with all his teeth to show Claire that he really likes you when he really doesn’t. Well, he does, it’s just complicated. “Claire.” Leon greets with a nod of his head, he introduces you despite the uneasiness, then guides you to sit on an unoccupied seat beside Rebecca, his hand on your lower back.

From the corner of his eye, Leon watches you shift in your seat as Claire asks him if this is a thing now - cherry picking. If he’s going through a midlife crisis, and that she knows a guy who knows a girl who knows a good shrink, one that keeps real quiet. Then their conversation gets derailed and she begins to talk about Simone de Beauvoir, wrote a book called The Second Sex apparently, Claire reveres it, and Leon is confused on how they got to here.

Hunnigan argues that The Second Sex others women of colour very brashly, and it’s not quite argumentative because Hunnigan talks factually, like everything she says is right, and it usually is. It’s impressive how often she teeters on a condescending edge. She says Claire should read more on intersectionality, and Claire nods, bats her lashes ‘cause she listens to pretty ladies well. The only intersection Leon knows of is a road junction— he wonders how you’re doing with Rebecca, so he excuses himself from the conversation. Hunnigan tells him that he wasn’t included in the first place.

When he catches sight of you, you’re sitting alone, picking at whatever piece of food you can get, leg bouncing so hard the table does too. Chris grabs his arm and drags his arm towards Jill, and then it’s Sherry, who is always a joy, and then Ashley, and her dad who Leon, for some reason, thought was in a wheelchair. He gets to you a full forty minutes later.

“Woah, slow down, are you okay?” Leon takes your wrist in his, wonders how to word this correctly, without you taking any offence. “You’re eating a lot.” Shit. Not the best opener.

“I am not.” There’s a droplet of sweat trickling down the column of your neck, he wipes it with his thumb. “Am I? Did you notice? Oh my gosh, you so did. Did anyone else notice? Why did you take so long? I didn’t know what to do, Leon. Was I supposed to say anything? Was I meant to come with you?”

“Listen, calm down, god, no— just, I told you to sit here, didn’t I?”

“Yeah,” You nod, tremors making your hands unsteady as you take his. “I think I should go.”

“What?” Leon’s face twists, “I gotta stay, Sherry wants me to stay, I haven’t seen her in a long time.”

You bristle at this, shoulders slumping, “No, I don’t need you to drop me, I can just get a cab back, I just feel a little out of place, Leon. Like, I know no one even knows my name, but I just feel like they’re all looking at me and talking about me and I feel so stupid.”

He gets it, truly. “You should stay.” Leon’s fingers intertwine with yours, though it’s nothing gentle, it’s to keep you under lock and key. A threat of sorts.

“Leon, I don’t really, like, I’m just sitting here eating on my own, I look like a freak.” You said it, not him.

“You could try to engage, y’know?” And it’s so hypocritical for him to say, ‘cause Leon needs a drink or five before he can even stomach talking to the older Redfield. Not that Chris is a bad guy, he’s just so intensely stupid sometimes.

“Leon,” You take your hand back, and it’s the first time you’ve denied him of anything, “I don’t think they really care if I’m here or not, I’m going home.” It’s not a question, not Leon, may I go home now, pretty please? It’s an assertion, you’re firm in your wants, and he hates it. You’re stepping out of line.

So Leon does what he does best, he fucks it up. Back to square one with your blood caked beneath his fingernails and your tears salty on his tongue. ‘Cause it doesn’t matter what you want, it hasn’t mattered before so why would it matter now? He cradles the back of your head when it knocks against the bathroom stall, tips it forward so he can kiss you sweetly. And you’re a sucker for it, hands fisting at the fabric of his dress shirt like a baby. When you’re bare, he kneels down, spreads you apart, and you’re so wet there’s slick dripping down your ass crack. Embarrassing how fast you get it on for him, and Leon’s here with a semi you could barely class as a semi. Though that’s more of a Leon problem.

The nip to your clit makes you gasp, you tangle your fingers in his hair, and he likes that. Leon presses his nose to it, laps at the slick to clean you up, but he’s only getting you messier. He spreads your ass to lick deeper into your hole, then his hand leaves so his middle and forefinger can keep your cushioned lips open, teeth scraping over your slippery folds. Leon’s mouth is moving on autopilot, his brain is working overtime, what’s he gonna do? How can he make you stay? Right, right, right, that’s gotta be it. When Leon pulls away with a pop! you whine, he’s always kind enough to let you cum. Not this time.

“Hold on, kid,” Leon murmurs, spins you around and you brace yourself against the walls of the cubicle automatically. They seem paper thin. He keeps a hand on your hip, the other unbuckling his belt with a clink as he lowers his jeans to slip out his cock that hardens only at the thought of taking you this way. You flail when he pushes into your tighter hole. The puffy rim is wet with your arousal, not wet enough to take cock. He wasn’t even merciful enough to spit on it.

“No, no, oh god, Leon, no, I’m gonna die, Leon, you’ll kill me.” Your bones crack out of place with how hard you struggle against him, limbs angled oddly, and he hates it. No doesn’t sound right coming from you. It’s a tough one, breaching your asshole, getting past the dryness.

You clench so hard, try to push him out, he kisses the nape of your neck, the tackiness of sweat salty on his lips. “Stop runnin’ from it, I’ve got you.”

“Please— Please, please, Leon,” Your cheek is squashed against the cubicle door, nails scratching at it till they crack and split. He reaches round to cover your mouth, you’re getting too loud. There’s snot and tears and spit covering his palm, but it’s alright. Worth it.

“Hey, hey, hey, c’mon do it for me. You can do it for me, can’t you? You’re not a baby.” Leon’s teeth tug on your earlobe, he manages to bury himself to the hilt in your ass. A miracle really, ‘cause he can barely move an inch back or forth.

You’re gasping for breath, knees buckling despite him supporting your weight. The pain must be bad, he knows what it’s like, that sickeningly raw pain. Feels like it’s in your guts, stirring up all the acid, tangling your intestines. But he got over it, and you got over it once upon a time. So you can do it, he knows you can.

For a minute, he thinks you stop breathing, you slump over and he struggles to hold you up, then he gets ahold of you. You’re dry heaving, retching as you claw at the cubicle, he draws his hips back and you whimper brokenly into his palm. There’s an abundance of resistance, but Leon’s strong enough to push past it, his strokes are shallow - can’t find it in himself to fuck you hard and deep. Well, Leon would, but it’s too much effort.

There’s no letting up, you’re stubborn today, his free hand reaches round to tweak your nipple, then it trails down your body, cups your cunt and parts your fold to thumb your swollen clit. It does little to lessen the ache, the burn, but Leon hopes you’ll loosen up. “Hey, you got it, jus’ focus on my fingers, okay?”

“Okay, Leon,” You get out through ragged breaths, chest rising up and down unevenly as you try to regain some sort of consciousness, he's raped you into delirium. Leon grits his teeth, that word is harsh on his ears still. “Okay… I’ll try, I’ll try… I’m trying—“

“I know you are,” Leon talks you through it, talks you through rape unlike the first time, so that must mean something, give him some kind of credit. “I know it hurts, it’ll get better, yeah? I promise.”

“I can’t breathe— Leon, I can’t-“ Your hands press down on your stomach, then your chest, heart beating wildly, to the point where he thinks he can hear it.

“You can breathe, ‘cause you’re talking to me right now, aren’t you?” He asks, “Remember what you said to me? You said I could do this.”

“I know… I know, Leon, I’m really sorry— God, it hurts so bad.” Another sob is muffled into his wet palm.

“I know, but you said you would do it for me, didn’t you?”

“Yes, Leon, I’m sorry, I did— I did.” You shiver, head jerking to the side as he pulls back, then slams his hips back into you - so hard your knees knock against the cubicle. The pressure on your clit alleviates nothing it seems, even when he presses a little harder, you continue to kick and squirm.

“Just a little more, yeah?” Leon tells you, he kisses your shoulder for good measure, starts up a rhythmic pace that rewards him with a squeaky yelp each time he thrusts. You’re uncomfortably tight, and it’s pretty dry, but Leon makes do, most nights his fist is drier.

Sweat prickles at your delicate skin, and your body goes rigid when he cums, he jams himself so far into you Leon fears he might have trouble pulling out. Dick might come off clean. He smooths a hand down your spine, “You’re okay.” Leon says, and it’s more of an order than anything else.

He takes your clothes from where they’re hung on the single hook, he might be a serial rapist, but he’s a gentleman. Serial might be a stretch, Leon’s not quite at that point yet, and he doesn’t intend to be. But he might be your serial rapist, ‘cause it’s happened multiple times and all.

Your gait is off, more so than last time, taking shuddering breaths as you clutch at his arm. Leon doesn’t know what to say, he leads you out the back, ‘cause Claire will look him in the eye and know what he’s done. Step by step, you wobble towards the door to the passenger seat, crumpling against it as you fumble with the handle.

“Let me do it,” Leon grows impatient, steps forward, you jump out of your skin, snapping out of your haze as you manage to open the door. Your teeth are chattering, and you’re clammy, ribs rattling noisily when you cough. He wonders if he’s really done it now, fucked over his chance with you of all people.

Every time there’s a bump in the road, you wince visibly, nails digging into the leather of his seat to try and conceal any noise leakage. “Leon?”

He stops at a red light, turns to you in surprise, didn’t think you were capable of speaking right now. “Yeah?”

“Do you think she’s cute? The one who dresses like Jackie O?” Of course it’s some insecure shit like that, the first thing you say to break the silence post-rape is a question about whether or not he likes a girl.

“Ashley’s pretty.” Leon answers, face that launched a thousand ships - or a thousand Molotov cocktails, right at him actually, by the hands of religious zealots. He thinks that if it weren’t for a lot of things, they could’ve worked out, and maybe he wouldn’t have resorted to getting drunk and raping college kids in alleys.

“Leon, I think I’m gonna throw up.” Your voice is low, shaky, rolling down the window and letting the chill hit your warm face.

“I can pull over.” Leon offers, he can’t bother to go through with dry cleaning. Rather it come out on the side of the road than his carpets.

“No, never mind, I’m fine.” You go quiet again, then, “What about the big guy, do you like him?”

“What?” He looks like he’s constipated, the idea of Chris and him is an interesting one that’s never crossed his mind. Sure, he’s objectively attractive, but he’s so hardheaded it pisses Leon off. “No, well, yeah, I like him ‘cause he’s my friend.”

“Yeah, that’s what I’m asking.” You lie, and he knows you’re lying, because you’re you, and he knows you. Predictable little thing. “Okay, so, what about the girl you were talking to at the beginning when we came in. Ponytail, red jacket.”

“God, no, Claire’s just my friend.”

“Yeah, I know, Leon. I’m asking if, like, you like her. As a friend. I just want to know more about you.” Liar, he indulges you anyway. He owes you one, and maybe money for hospital bills.

“She’s my best friend,” Leon claims, she might not think of him that way, but Leon certainly thinks of Claire that way. “Of course I like her, I love her.”

“Then who was the lady with glasses? The tall one?” You peer at him hesitantly, the dark obscures much of your face from him, but he sees your wide eyes.

“Hunnigan? Yeah, she’s hot, I don’t want her though.” Too brash, his tongue slipped. It’s more that she doesn’t want him. Leon wouldn’t tell you that though. He’s patient for you, lets you ask questions that reek of insecurity before he’s pulling up on his drive.

“I don’t want to take them off,” You’re quick to stop his wandering hands, eyes going foggy and faraway when he tries to get you out of your underwear, “Please, Leon.” There’s blood smeared on the backs of your thighs that Leon pretends not to notice.

And because he’s so kind, and reeling with guilt from the whole public bathroom sodomy situation, Leon abides. “You sure?”

“Yeah, I’m sure, I’ll just get you off.” You insist, squeezing his half-hearted boner, thumbing the tip, cupping his balls, all the stuff he’s taught you to do. He might not get it up, ‘cause he’s had a drink, and ‘cause he’s still spent from earlier. Rape is no joke, shit takes a lot of effort, fucking a dry hole is not as pleasing as bootcamp made it seem.

Your mouth is warm on his cock, you lick along the vein on his underside, kiss the tip sweetly like you love him - it’s not like ‘cause you do love him. The head rests weighty on your tongue, you take half of him easily. You’re not the best at sucking dick, so he doesn’t expect much from you, expectations already reduced to zero, but Leon tilts his head back with a groan when you begin to bob your head. Look at that, you’ve gotten better.

Really, he should’ve known, seen all the signs. The tell-tale bulge in your throat, something foreign, not his dick ‘cause shits not the big. You felt sick in the car, he’d seen you gag over the toilet bowl after he came inside you. Leon’s reflexes are good, but not good enough. When you finally make it to the balls, eyes wet with unshed tears as he pushes your limits, nose in his crotch— you go to raise your head, he makes the mistake of pushing you back down. Biggest mistake of his life. And Leon has made a lot of mistakes.

He’s had monster after monster spew their god knows what on him. Been knee-deep in sewers, he’s been pissed on by military men for fuck’s sake. Somehow, this tops it off. You sicking up hors d'oeuvres on his lap. Vomit on his dick is the worst feeling Leon’s felt in quite a while. He’d rather break his ribs again and again and again and again. Over and over. Have them caved in by a metal pipe.

You lurch backwards, vomit caked around your mouth, coating his cock, dripping down your chin. God, he might add to the mess, but Leon’s got a strong enough stomach to hold it. Happy New Year! God Bless America. Isn’t this just the dream?

“Oh my god,” You gasp, wipe at your mouth drearily with your bare arm, breathing picking up as you stagger away from him, “God, no, no, no.”

He blinks at you, and you stare at him shell-shocked. Leon inhales, counts to ten, he's been through worse. He has. Honest. What’s a little puke on his cock going to do?

“I’m sorry, Leon, I’m so sorry, oh my gosh, Leon, I’m so sorry, what do I do?” You fumble and use his blanket to wipe him clean, doing a shit job as he anticipated. “I can do it, I can do it, I can get you off, I’m sorry, please, let me make it up to you, Leon.” Then you’re clocking in for your shift, sloppy and hurried all at once as you suck him off, only for a moment- then a wave of nausea hits and a second bout of puke is spewed on his lap, waterlogging his sheets as it trickles down his thighs. Fuck, it’s fucking gross. Made the place into a biohazard.

“Hey, c’mon—“

“No, no, Leon,” You retch, spit bubbling in the back of your throat as you shake your head in wild refusal, “I can do it, please, please,” He feels you swallow around him, tight little throat that’s only got space for vomit and not his cock, ‘cause it’s pushed out of your mouth as you gag and drip liquified party food. Your head pops back up, dabbing at the stickiness that covers the bottom half of your face to no avail.

“Kid.” Leon grabs you by your hair, straightens you up so you’re facing him, drool pooling in your mouth, tongue heavy as you’re racked with full body shivers to warn you of more. This time you make it to the bathroom, courtesy of Leon, there’s vomit tracked down his hall, on the rug Sherry bought him to brighten up his boring bedroom. “Let it all out,” He’s trying his best to be comforting, rubbing your back as your head hangs limp in the toilet bowl till there’s nothing but bile and spit.

Leon lets you shower first, ‘cause y’know, he loves sitting around soaked in barf. Really lets it marinate. He watches your figure through the foggy glass, barely able to keep yourself up, leaning against the wall when you have to wash anything from the waist below. God, he fucked you up. Maybe the vomit bath is more than deserved. He feels it crust over on his dick and itches.

“Are you okay now?” Leon mumbles, his body takes on your curled up shape, knows you could use the comfort.

The mattress in his room has been stripped bare, sheets put on a double spin in the washing machine. For now, the two of you lay close in the guest room that’s been unused since he moved in. “I’m okay.” You whisper, placing your hand over his when he wraps his arm around you. He thinks you’ve fallen asleep going by how still you are. “Leon?”

He wonders if it’s worth pretending to be asleep, can’t lie that he forgives you for that, then any ounce of initial hostility ebbs away and he feels white, hot guilt. “Yeah?”

“Before I met you, I would think of all this stupid shit, like I wanted to get ran over so people would care about me, or they’d feel bad for me, and then I stopped thinkin’ like that when we started dating.” You’re not dating him. Leon’s unsure on how to make that explicitly clear. “But, then, I started thinking like that again. ‘Cause I thought I wanted you to rape me ‘cause I thought you liked me, I wouldn’t mind if you liked me, I would let you do anything to me. I thought that you’d feel bad and take care of me after but you don’t, you just act like it didn’t happen.”

Leon closes his eyes, lashes fluttering on the skin of your back, the light tickle is slight enough as to not alarm you. He listens to you, but he doesn’t know what to think, what to say, it’s a lot.

“I only want you to rape me if you like me, but you hate me.” And that’s so far from the truth, Leon doesn’t hate you, and he doesn’t love you, but he does want you. For reasons he can’t explain himself. “I just, I don’t want you to rape me ‘cause you hate me, I want you to hold my hand after and sometimes I want you to kiss me.”

“So if I start liking you, I can do it?” Grown fucking man and he can’t say rape out loud. Leon wonders why it comes so naturally to you, how you can talk so openly about topics he can’t stomach despite being the perpetrator of said topic.

“Yeah, I just want you to like me, Leon.” You don’t beg, it’s pleading, thumb stroking over his knuckles.

“I’ll try.” Leon gives his oath, he’s a bad person he thinks. Not ‘cause of his mom, not ‘cause of dad, not ‘cause of all the shit back in Raccoon City, not ‘cause of bootcamp— none of it. It’s ’cause he feels like it, and he does it to you on purpose, and Leon knows that, but he can’t fix it. “I’ll try.” He repeats to himself, knowing very well his attempt will fall flat.

[miraclewoozi]

hi everyone ! <3

i very recently hit the milestone of 500 followers on this blog! first and foremost, i want to say a super huge massive great big THANK YOU to everyone who has followed me here, and also to anyone who has ever interacted with one of my fics! i want you to know that genuinely, every like, every reblog, every ask and every single piece of feedback warms my heart so much. couldn't do this shit without you guys. second and... secondmost? (don't look at me like that) i wanted to try to give back some of that love and play around a little (especially with writing for members i've never written before) by doing a little event. SO... until my birthday on the 14th MARCH, i'm going to be be taking prompt requests! (t's + c's under the cut, please read them! i will delete any asks that don't follow these simple guidelines.)

EVENT RUNTIME —

exactly four weeks, from today! any asks sent with requests after THURSDAY 14th MARCH will be deleted!

HOW TO —

to send a request, just send me an ask containing both the member you're requesting for and a prompt from one of the following lists! fluff | smut | angst

PLEASE NOTE —

regardless of whether your request is for smut, fluff or angst, MY BLOG IS STRICTLY FOR PEOPLE 18+ ONLY. please respect this. minors, do not interact with me: you will get blocked.

if you can, try not to be too specific with your requests: ideally, member + prompt only. however, if you picked a fluff prompt but wanted it to be a smut piece, that's okay! just let me know. otherwise, keep it minimal.

i'm going to try to keep these relatively short (ie. no more than about 2.5k words each). don't hold me to that though. if something tickles my fancy it'll no doubt be more.

please be patient with me. i'm new to this. i may not (probably definitely won't) write these in order of receiving them. i might take some time to get to yours. i am not ignoring your ask! i'll likely even end up writing some of these after the event has ended. please don't come into my inbox asking where yours is because i might cry. thanks. <3

everything for this event will be tagged mw500party! do with that what you will.

i am not taking regular requests at this time! hard hours are always welcome (please come and drop your most unhinged thoughts in my inbox, i'll love u forever) but if you send a request that is not linked to a prompt as per this event, it will just get deleted.

if (strong on the 'if', i am 90% expecting this to flop and therefore for this post to self destruct in like 3 working days) i get overwhelmed with the number of these that get sent in, i may choose to close this up early. that's at my discretion. i'll try not to! and i'll let you know if that seems likely to happen.

and... that's it? i think! again, i really can't overstate how much it means to have you guys all here and supporting me. thank you, from the bottom of my silly little heart. i hope you'll stick around for wherever my brainworms take me from here on out. peace.<3

[gefionne]

hi i’m a newbie writer. and i just love your writing? could you give any advice for me on how to be a better writer?

Hello hello! I'm so glad you like my work! I can certainly try to offer some advice, but like all writing advice, take what might be helpful and leave what isn't; everyone has their own preferences and workflow.

I. Write. A lot. - I was a casual, sporadic writer for a long time, but when I decided I really wanted to improve, I just wrote. A lot. All the time. Doesn't have to be every day (some advice says that), but put words on the page regularly. You'll be rewarded by seeing improvement as you go along! It might take weeks, months, or years, but keep at it.

II. Read the genres you like/authors you admire. - This can be fic authors if that's your goal or published authors, as long as you enjoy their work and aspire to tell stories like they do. Your stories will never be the same as theirs, but you can learn a lot about structure, prose, and pacing from reading.

III. Your first stories might not be up to the standard you aspire to, and that's okay. - My earliest stories on AO3 are from when I was a teenager (written pre-AO3, actually). They're rough; they're clumsy. I haven't deleted them because people left kudos and bookmarked them, but they're also part of my writing journey. I put a note on them that I wrote them when I was 16, but I didn't remove them. Remember: You don't have to post your early work! Keep it for yourself until you're excited enough to share.

IV. Get excited about your work. - Everybody loves the validation of kudos/comments, but before you venture into posting, love your own work. If you can barely contain your excitement to put your story out there, that's the right zone. Regardless of the interaction, that story is in your heart and you're proud of it.

V. Write out your thoughts for a story. - If you're a daydreamer with all your plots coming to you in the shower, write them down after. Could be an outline, could be one sentence. A list of ideas or plot points/scenes might also help you break a block. (I'm not actually a daydreamer myself. I brainstorm ideas when I'm sitting at my computer with a page in front of me to record them, so grain of salt this one if it's not your workflow.)

VI. Try different things. - Start with the genres/tropes you like, but don't be afraid to experiment. Never thought I'd write a flower shop AU, but I did it. Write canonverse. Write historical AUs. Write based on prompts or art. See point #1: Write. A lot.

VII. Find a writing group, if possible. - The interactions I had with my friends during the height of my fandom period (2016-2019) pushed me to be better, consistently. They gave ideas, but were also betas who weren't afraid to offer some critique (behind the scenes, not in public comments). Make sure you trust them. It can take a while to build up trusting relationships with your group, but when they respect you and support you, their feedback will make you a better writer. IMPORTANT: Always state your expectations of a beta (e.g. what kind of feedback you want on what parts--SPAG, plot, pacing, characterization--and how you would like to receive it--gently, blunt, Google Docs comments or just some thoughts after they read.) Good feedback is not harsh, but given out of honest care and support. Break a beta relationship if they aren't helpful.

IX. One last thing: Everyone was a newbie at some point. Everyone. Through hard work, excitement about their own stories, and self-compassion throughout the slow process of improving, they did. And so can you.

[magnus-vitalis]

Not sure I mentioned it on this account but my old one was deleted or something so allow me to explain something brief before going into this post.

I am a big fan of Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss. I love animation with a passion, and have been taking film classes for 2 years now to become a director so I may make my own cartoons. I helped to fund the Ramshackle pilot (which some may not know, but the webcomic is fantastic, highly recommend it) and I quite enjoyed Long Gone Gulch pilot and currently enjoy Murder Drones. Indie animation recently has been excellent.

That said, I want to mention Lackadaisy.

Oh Lackadaisy, if only I had the words to express just how much I adore you! This pilot comes from a webcomic that started when I was like, a toddler, sometime in the early 2000s (I am 18 now but that's irrelivent). Lackadaisy's pilot came out last week on YouTube, I caught it 6 hours after it uploaded, and let me tell you.

It began, Rocky was introduced first, and I just fell in love. Rocky is such a wonderful character, a thespian, a lunatic in a way, oh I just love him dearly! His friends Ivy and Freckles? Perfect sweethearts, love em to death, but this post isn't about that.

I wanted to make this post because people are (supposedly) comparing Lackadaisy to Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss. Truthfully I haven't seen any of the comparisons, only people mentioning them, and I'd like to explain why I think the comparisons are being made.

I belive the reason the comparisons are happening, even though they are VERY different from each other, is that Hazbin Hotel came first. It was a pilot that got so much attention, so much love and adoration along with plenty of controversy, but this combined gave it popularity. Hazbin Hotel got ATTENTION. It was an indie animation, but it was of good quality and decently entertaining, even if it was a bit offensive to some, but to do well you have to take risks.

Hazbin Hotel, with it's popularity, had quickly brought attention to indie animation. People started to notice that, hey, anyone can make something, and with enough effort, it can be GOOD! And with that, animators started taking risks. They decided to risk putting time, effort, money, everything they had into making a pilot, just one, but one would be enough, one is all they needed, because now indie animators had people's attention. People wanted more. More unique, fun shows made by people who would put in the effort, the soul needed to make something good. Streaming service don't do that anymore. They want to play it safe, stick to what we know, which is why there are so many ugly, low quality adult animations, but nothing as good as Lackadaisy.

Hazbin Hotel, though fairly controversial, brought indie amination out of the dark and into the spotlight. It paved the way for animators to make something they have always wanted to make but were to afraid to do, or to even make something new they never would have thought about if it weren't for the sudden love indie animation was receiving.

Another thing, I noticed people calling Hazbin Hotel "bad" animation wise, and I'd like to add: it's not. It isn't bad, it's just not to some folk's preferences, and that's okay. Hazbin Hotel's pilot was sharp, fast, a little strange, but it wasn't bad. The animation to me feels more modern, like they were Taki g advantage of what you can do with computers in animation now, meanwhile Lackadaisy feels nostalgic, smooth, soft, comforting, like the old hand-drawn new frame every time old Disney type animation, and of course that's going to recieve more positive feedback, nostalgia and comfort always do.

All of the indie pilots you see on YouTube are good in their own way. Hazbin Hotel was so good it got picked up by A24 and is therefore no longer indie! Each show, each pilot, has been excellent in their own ways, and each one deserves all the love it can get. We should all stop worrying about which is better, which might be too offensive, and focus on which ones we like. You can ignore the ones you don't like and focus your love on the ones you do like, in fact you'll be happier if you do that!

The era of indie animation is here, and it going to be excellent. Please, go show your love for the indie animations of your choice. They deserve the love.

I am so happy we can live in a time with such quality, but I am also sad that there isn't many willing to fund these creators.

Sorry for the rambling, I am just feeling very passionately right now. Animation has been my dream longer than I can remember.

[itwoodbeprefect]

12, 27, 42, 46 for the fic writer asks

12. How does receiving or not receiving feedback/support impact you?

i could try to pretend that it doesn't matter to me if people read my stuff or not, but that would be a lie. i think maybe it's more... by this point i've had years and years of posting fic and people being extremely sweet and kind and encouraging about it, and that has absolutely had an impact both in terms of keeping me posting more fic and the ways i view my own writing (and how i view myself, i think, especially pre-ao3. i'm pretty sure people online telling me i was funny played a not insignificant part in building any sense of self-worth as a deeply awkward kid irl in high school), and having all of that history and experience, at this point i have the luxury of not caring about the numbers that much. comments are always very awesome, but if any particular fic would end up getting ignored completely for whatever reason, that's okay. i'm not writing for max engagement (i've made some hilariously terrible decisions lately if that's what i'm going for), but that doesn't take away that people being excited about a thing i made remains a really really nice benefit to how the fandom ecosystem works.

though i will also note, i don't think there's a single thing wrong with wanting or needing feedback or support to your writing. i frequently feel extremely spoiled in that regard, because i've been around for so long and my output in that time has been so high on average that i know people know my name, and i also write pretty easily digestible uncontroversial stuff generally speaking no matter what fandom i'm in at the time, so the responses i'm getting are oftentimes not the average, and i'm very aware of that. it's much, much harder getting started in fandom.

-

27. What is your most and least favorite part of writing?

ooooh. i mean, most favorite is easy, and probably a fairly universal answer, which is that moment when the writing flows nicely and it feels right and i get to put down at least a few paragraphs in a row (maybe even more!) without it feeling like any effort at all. least favorite is probably the opposite - when it just Won't Work, and every sentence feels clunky and awkward and overwrought, like there's just no way to bridge whatever tiny gap in a story i'm probably trying to fill at the time. the goofiest thing about that is that when reading things back later there's often not too much actual difference between the quality of the writing when it feels good vs. when it feels bad, because the problem is in my head, but it's also my head that needs to do the writing, so that doesn't make it less of an obstacle.

-

42. What’s the last fic you read? Do you recommend it?

Centrefolds / Distal Breaks by @redgoldblue, which i read because @redgoldblue wrote it, because i would absolutely recommend anything written by @redgoldblue.

-

46. How would you describe your style? (Character/emotion/action-driven, etc)

ha, anything but action- or plot-driven, i think. characters, emotions, characters having emotions, emotions to explore characters - that's my wheelhouse.

and on the topic of writing style: i've gotten a comment a few times (as a compliment! nothing bad about this) that said something to the effect that my writing is pleasantly economical or sparse, which frankly baffled me for a while, because right from the very very start i was writing mostly about relationships (whether friendship, romance, family), and not very much really happens in my stories (the traditional way, action or plotwise), so from my point of view almost everything was fluff and just sort of... not superfluous, and definitely not meaningless (there's a lot of meaning to feelings!), but a sort of deleted scene extra part to canon. those are some of the first responses i got to my work: i can't believe i read this many words about almost nothing happening, and i really liked it! so filler, i guess, might be the best word for it, and obviously "all of this is filler" and "this is a very economical use of words" is inherently contradictory, except, well. is it? it took me a while to, i guess, internalize, that when the goal is feelings and exploring characters, doing that in an effective way is going straight to the point.

-

Get to know your fic writer! 🔎

[septemberrie]

fic asks

Thank you for the tag @junkshop-disco!

How many works do you have on ao3?

44!

What's your total ao3 word count?

560,688

What fandoms do you write for?

At this point, just Fate: the Winx Saga but I have a smattering of other fandom one shots on my ao3. Call me a serial monogamist, I guess? It takes a lot for me to be possessed enough to write, so it rarely happens for multiple fandoms at once.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Tempting Fate

Battle Lines

Point of No Return

A Man Plans a Tree in Whose Shade He May Never Sit

En Garde

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I always mean to! but sometimes the Anxiety gets in the way. I made a concerted effort like a month ago to reply to some out of date comments and I'm hoping to continue.

What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I have a history of writing one-shots of whump prompts, so some of those have quite punchy endings. Fate is a very dramatic show and so it's not a far leap to be cruel sometimes. But of my longfics, It Was Just Red is definitely the angstiest, but to be fair it's a prequel story to one with a happier ending.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I've written quite a few I would consider happy, one that comes to mind of late is A Lady's Guide to Fools and Fortunes, the Rivusa Bridgerton AU I wrote with Val.

Do you get hate on fics?

In a previous fandom I received hate for a twist ending to a longfic. To be fair to my audience, I didn't lay much groundwork (at all) for the twist; I was still a young author who thought it was fun to pull the wool over the eyes of my readers. After BBC Sherlock showed me how awful that was (plus general maturity), I have since learned my lesson.

I've also gotten a comment or two criticizing my characters' choices and I steam over them but ultimately ignore them. A character making a bad choice doesn't mean I'm endorsing that choice. I don't want to read a story about perfect people who never do anything wrong, and I'm definitely not going to write that either.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Are there different kinds of smut? Tropes, maybe? I have written everything from fading to black to fully explicit group sex. At this point I tend to fade to black except when I consider the detail important to the story (for example, choosing to break a vow of celibacy…).

Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I have never really grokked crossovers, I don't think I have that kind of brain where I can reconcile separate worldbuilding. It's never grabbed me as a reader, either, but I am a bit envious of those with the imagination to do it!

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yeppers.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! I had one fic translated recently, with permission, and I'm glad I did because a hilarious catfight erupted in the comments, involving the anonymous aggressor informing my translator that her father, the owner of ficbook, was going to delete the fic, and co-opted a sock account to validate Anonymous Aggressor's paternity.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yessss my usual partner in crime is Val who is fantastic at motivation and bouncing off ideas. Mo my usual beta who provides amazing enough feedback I sometimes feel like I should list her as co-writer.

What's your all-time favorite ship?

I'm a multi-shipper; I tend to fixate on one character and I'm happy to explore their dynamic with a variety of ships.

What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

In general if I start posting something then I'm going to finish it, no matter how brutal it gets. But starting to think that The Last Resort, my Rivusa fake dating AU with Val, might never recover from Fate S2.

What are your writing strengths?

I think I am pretty good at conveying characters' states of mind, through their internal thoughts and what they're physically doing. I think my writing has dramatically improved in the last two years since I got into Fate and most of that has to do with being thoughtful about showing what characters are thinking/doing and why, instead of telling.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Listen. I amn just a litle creacher. Sometimes I just completely miss certain things in canon and their implications, so off I go writing away my own interpretation that's "incorrect" (yeah yeah I know, fuck canon, but it matters to me! Sometimes!). I can be very guilty of projecting qualities onto my most fave and least fave characters that are a stretch when reconciled with canon.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Sure? I have learned not to treat your readers with kid gloves. They can figure out meanings from context.

First fandom you wrote for?

Harry Potter, on my neopets.com petpage because I didn't know about LiveJournal or fanfiction.net

Favorite fic you've written?

This is just cruel to have to choose! But I always circle back to Point of No Return. Rereading it now there are a lot of improvements I would make to the writing, but a) it's the fic that got me back into writing after a 5ish year dry spell, b) it hits pretty much all of my fave tropes/whumps, c) it led me to connecting with a new community that I now speak to daily and have even visited across the ocean! and d) it absorbed so much of my life (I wrote 60k in a little over a month) that I finally had the guts to share my writing hobby with my partner, who is wonderfully supportive. That fic changed my life for the better in so many ways.

I tag @whenshesayshush @faytalepsy @blue-aconite and whoever else wants to do this!

[the-bjd-community-confess]

Tl;dr: People got upset today that the confession blog is bullying and slander, but for everyone’s sake: if you don’t want to know what people have to say about you when they have no chance at consequences, don’t make the effort to comb an anonymous confession blog for people’s opinions on your work.

It seems like today a bunch of artists went on Instagram to complain about this blog and I’ll admit I sometimes disagree with the tone of the confessions, but it’s massively silly to claim that this blog is some kind of targeted slander campaign in one sentence and then give it enough credence in the next to suggest that you actually think the people confessing about you could have some merit, only to turn it into a desperate plea for people to flatter you.

I mean, can you really think the people who post their honest critique of you anonymously so they don’t look bad (usually because any negative critique is a faux pas these days) are going to send it to you directly, anon or otherwise, just because you’re claiming to being open to honest criticism? And no doubt everyone sent in mindless flattery because the next post was just a post to thank people for their kind words.

I don’t harbor ill will for anyone really, but I don’t care to watch people make fools of themselves begging for validation on the internet especially if they’re running a business. This hobby has a serious issue about critique though, I’ll say, and it seems like you can’t be honest about your displeasure or disappointment or even honest advice off anon or you get blackballed and roasted, which is why this blog basically exists at this point. There’s this big desire for only sycophantic fawning and sure some people when on anon take things massively in the wrong direction, but there’s a lot of accusations being thrown at this blog for being slander and bullying, but I don’t really think this blog has the kind of power that these small artists want to claim it does when everyone who reads here I’m sure just thinks of it as a gossip rag for drama and funsies. However, this is the only place that people can safely come and talk about their negative experiences without receiving blowback (rather just negative feedback from the comments section) and I don’t think it’s fair to say that even the small portion of truly malicious confessions could even be categorized as “bullying” because no one is obligated to read this blog.

If people are sending hate directly to your inbox, that’s bullying, but people just expressing their opinions that they don’t like you/your work in an isolated environment that’s intended for that kind of honesty and venting is just commentary that you don’t have to read. It’s a part of business and a part of having a public presence that people are going to disagree with you, so you have to accept that. Opinions are like assholes, everyone has one and if you feel attacked by reading other peoples’ opinions, just don’t read them. People are allowed to regret buying something from you and they’re allowed to tell people that, it’s not slander and it happens to even the most established of businesses and artists.

At the very least this blog typically censors names so negative confessions don’t appear in search results, so be happy that people are talking shit here and not posting their honest and unfiltered displeasure and regrets on your feedback pages, insta comments, and YouTube comment sections because then people who are actually looking to buy might believe the negativity. On the other side of that, just do better. If a bunch of people on this blog are saying “x is ugly, y needs to be fixed” be grateful that people are being honest and actually take the critique if you’re going to read it and be flustered about it anyway. Criticism always sucks and always hurts, but it’s there to make you a better artist and a better business person. But again, it’s optional. You don’t have to read this blog. Delete tumblr, close your account, whatever, but there’s literally no reason to log in and read the “bullying” if it affects your mental health, but please don’t come here, get upset, and then go to your Instagram to beg for people to make you feel better (or worse I guess if you’re the type) because it looks sloppy and if you’re gonna run a successful business and you’re already complaining that your name looks bad because of some people complaining on a confession blog, you’re literally just adding fuel to the fire.

Sincerely,

A person who is an artist, runs/owns a business, and was actually bullied growing up for something I couldn’t change about myself.

~Anonymous

[magpiefngrl]

3, 21, 28, 34 for the asks, it’s so interesting when you talk about your writing :)

Ooh thank you so much, anon! I love talking about writing but am insecure and always feel no one cares. Thanks for reassuring me <3

3. How would you describe your writing style?

And off we go with a question I don't think I can answer lol

Mentioning my strengths as a writer is easier because I rely a lot on the feedback I receive and what readers tell me. But my style in general is much harder for me to pinpoint, and I'd love to hear from readers as to what they think it's like. I've been humorous in some of my fics and more poetic and lyrical at others. I like to use metaphors. I love to write long sentences and I adorn them liberally with semicolons and colons. I guess you could say my style is baroque, or at least leans that way.

21. Can you accurately predict how long your fics are going to be? If you can, what's your secret?

Nope. I've no fucking clue. I assumed some of my longer fics would be around 10k and they were three times the length. With the shorter ones I tend to write them in one sitting so I can tell that I'm writing a 2-3k fic.

I'm trying to predict how long the original romance I'm working on is going to be. My goal is 40k, but I'm looking at the number of side characters I've created and I fear it's going to be longer than that. I prob created too many and will need to sideline a few.

That's can be a way to gauge, I suppose: the amount of secondary characters will necessitate more scenes establishing all the different relationships. More characters=a longer story. Not a hard and fast rule, but it might help.

28. Any writing advice that works for you and you feel like sharing?

My favourite question! I have a lot of Opinions on writing and I love to be given the chance to voice them.

OK so one tip that always works for me: when I'm stuck in a scene, I stop and describe the setting in detail. This might not be a big help for people who outline but for pantsers like me, it's worth giving it a try.

Say, for example, Draco is at a house party of one of his relatives, Harry's there, they don't talk. They aren't friendly. I know I want Draco to approach him but I'm stuck. He wouldn't go and just talk to him, it doesn't work for this fic. I'm stuck and can't think of how to proceed.

Then I might start typing:

"It was a splendid room, large and airy with velvet curtains that drifted in the summer night breeze. Every piece of furniture was chosen meticulously, antiques paired with design pieces, bold combinations that worked as they were intended to: to impress and intimidate. The chandelier over their heads cast light on the wine-red carpets. A painting of the lady of the Manor hung over the ornate fireplace; her stern gaze warned her guests to behave, or else. Draco had been subjected to her gaze all his life. A desire to misbehave overwhelmed him, to stick a finger up to her and her ilk, smash the delicate crystal flutes and dance on the shards.

Or he could snog Harry Potter in front of everyone. That should do it."

And I go "Oooh so that's why he approaches Harry!" I wouldn't have come up with the reason if I hadn't described the painting. This trick got me out of plenty of stuck moments, and my guess is that when I describe the setting I feel more grounded in the world of my story. I feel like I'm right in it and it's easier to imagine what happens next. I often delete some of the description--it did its job, which was to get me unstuck.

I just came up with the paragraph above and now I kinda want to write the fic lol

34. Do you write to improve? Or is that not a concern for you?

Improvement is a constant concern for me. At times it has actually been detrimental for my health because every single thing I did had to benefit my writing in some way. ("oh look pretty clouds! How would I describe them in a story?") It meant that I got no mental rest. Ever. Luckily, I've learned to take it easy.

Writing isn't the only thing that helps me improve: reading is the big one. Seeing how other authors structure their stories, construct sentences, use dialogue and setting. Also watching TV series and films makes me think about what I can learn to use on my writing.

I don't write fic to improve per se, like it's an assignment, but I do want to improve. I wantt o tell a story but I also think about the writing. Some fics are my attempts on working on a craft element. I've got a wangxian WIP which is a frame story, and I'm very keen on getting that one done.

yet another writing ask

[killerandhealerqueen]

Hello new users!  I know everyone is making these posts, but I’m just gonna add my two cents, especially if you’re a writer/reader:

Writers:

1. Tag your shit properly.  If there are trigger warnings in your fic, you better fucking tag them.  Don’t censor the trigger word either.  I’m sure you’ve seen it going around on many posts but you censoring the word makes it hard for users to blacklist stuff.  Same goes for “x reader” or “x oc”.  You better fucking tag that

2. You can asks for prompts!  It’s a great way to connect with people and get your writing out there!

3. If you have certain fandoms that you write for, you can make a pinned post listing what fandoms you write for, what type of fics/prompts you’re willing to write and what you’re not willing to write.  Writing this out makes it easy for people to see what’s okay and what’s not okay to send you prompt wise.  You can use my pinned post as an example: ☆ﾟ･:*:･｡★ﾟ FANDOMS, OTPS AND TROPES ★｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

4. Reblog prompt lists!  Prompt lists are a great way for you to get your brain juices flowing if you don’t want to have to think of prompts for yourself!  (Just note that even if you reblog prompt lists, people might not send you prompts.  Don’t take it personally)

5. Reblog questions/asks games about fanfiction/writing!  If you love talking about your works as much as I do, these ask games are a great way to talk about your fics and again, interact with your mutuals (Again, just note that even if you reblog these games, people might not send you asks/questions.  Don’t take it personally)

6. If you see someone else have the same idea as you for a fic, that’s okay!  Go ahead and write your fic anyways the way you want to.  It’s your fic and you’re not stealing anyone else’s spotlight for liking an idea and wanting to write about it.  If people send you hate for it, just delete it or block them.  That’s a them problem, not a you problem

7. Easy way for people to find your writing is if you use a tag like “nickname or username writes”.  I use “sass writes” that goes on every prompt/fic that I’ve written so that it’s easy for people to find your fics within your blog

8. Make a masterlist of all the fics you write!  That way they’re all in one place and again, it makes it easy for people to find your work and not have to scroll endlessly through your blog (it helps if you reblog the masterlist every now and then whenever you update it.  I’d say reblog it after every couple of fics posted, just so that your mutuals know that “oh hey, more fics have been posted”)

9. Follow other writers!  Get to be their friends!  We’re all really nice here and we want to encourage your writing!  Bouncing off ideas with other writers is literally the best thing ever!

10. It’s okay to reblog your own work!  Lots of us live in different time zones so reblogging your work is great for those of us who didn’t get to see your work when you originally posted it.  And you’re allowed to reblog your own work as many times as you want, it’s your blog, go fucking nuts

11. If you have an AO3 account, cross post your work!  If you answer tumblr prompts here, post them over on AO3 so your AO3 readers can enjoy them and if you post works over there, cross-post your works here so that your followers can reblog/like your work and go check it out.  AO3 has a “tumblr” button whenever you click “share” so it allows cross-posting!

12. If you have an on-going series that you’re posting here, ask people if they’d like to be added to a tag list so that they can be notified every time you post a new chapter

Readers:

13. Unless the writer asks for concrit or feedback on their fics, DO NOT fucking give it to them.  If they didn’t ask, don’t say it.  If you wouldn’t say it to a person irl, don’t say it to a person online.  This isn’t English class.  We’re not asking you to peer review our work and make comments about it

14. Writers do, however, love receiving comments, so feel free to scream in the tags about our fics, scream about it in the replies, or even send us asks and give a whole ass book report.  We love book reports on our fics so don’t be afraid to send us some.  And even if you don’t know what to comment, commenting an emoji or an “I like this” is enough.  We promise you, there’s no right or wrong way to comment your love for a fic

15. Many other creators have said this but REBLOG OUR WORKS.  It means a lot to us writers to know that people enjoy our work and want to keep it on their blog.  Liking our fic is fine, but we prefer reblogs (but we’re not gonna get up in arms about it if you don’t.  Some do, some don’t.  I’m one of the people who don’t)

16. Same rule that applies to AO3 writers applies to writers on here: we do not harass an author about chapter updates.  We don’t do that.  For many of us, writing is a hobby, not a full time job.  So please be patient with us if we’re answering prompts or working on new chapters.  Harassment will only either get you blocked or have the chapters delayed because of the constant nagging

17. If you want to send a prompt to your favorite author, you don’t have to send it with your blog attached!  Sending it via anonymous is a-okay.  If it helps, you can sign off with a little emoji and it sort of becomes like your thing, especially if the author you send asks to has a tagging system (like I do) where they tag their anons with a special tag. It makes you feel connected and special with the person you’re interacting with

General Rules:

18. DO NOT TOUCH A WRITER’S WORK.  DO NOT REPOST/RETOUCH OUR WORKS OR ON GOD WE ARE NOT GOING TO BE HAPPY.  DO NOT TOUCH A CC’S WORK EITHER, GIF MAKERS AND ARTISTS ESPECIALLY.  WE WORK HARD AND SOMETIMES SPEND HOURS ON OUR CRAFT AND IF YOU REPOST OUR WORKS, YOU WILL GET BLOCKED.  BY A LOT OF PEOPLE.  BECAUSE WE WILL GO AND TELL OTHER CREATORS WHAT YOU’RE DOING AND HAVE THEM BLOCK YOU.  SO IF YOU DON’T WANT THAT, DON’T REPOST/RETOUCH OUR SHIT.  AND FOR THE LOVE OF FUCKING GOD, DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE PUT OUR SHIT INTO AI.  YOU WILL LOSE YOUR PRIVILEGES TO ALL FORMS OF ART IF YOU FUCKING DO THAT.  SO DON’T EVEN FUCKING THINK ABOUT IT

19. And finally DO NOT TAG YOUR ANTI STUFF WITH THE SHIP TAG.  If you’re against a ship or a pairing or whatever, make sure you put “anti-” before whatever ship or pairing you’re talking about.  Do NOT clog the tag with your negativity or you will get blocked.  We’re all just trying to have a good time here so please don’t make other people’s experience shitty by you not knowing how to properly tag your discourse/dislike of a ship/pairing

Anyways, have a great time here, we’re all really nice and we all want you to thrive!  If you have any questions, feel free to ask!

[greeksorceress]

hey!! i follow you on twitter (sorry for the lowkey stalking lol) and i saw that theartificialintellect said they’d be deleting all their fics :(((( because they don’t want their ‘pieces to be accessible to the wrong demographic’. what do they mean by this? i would ask them but they have no anonymous question function available

hello anon!

i’ve talked with ithrii about this. honestly, it’s not my place to say, but i’m sure ithrii will tell you about how they’re feeling if you contact them. also, it might be good too, to show support! 🤍

what i’m going to do is make the most of this ask and say a few things that have been on my mind for a while.

first and foremost, this fandom is wild. i’ve been in so many fandoms for the best part of 15 years now and house of the dragon is so far the most draining and toxic fandom i’ve been part of.

this doesn’t mean everyone’s terrible. i’ve met numerous people who are kind and brilliant, whom i consider good friends or admire a lot, and i’ve found people with whom i feel such a deep and strong connection. truly, some of the best people i know have come from this fandom. also, house of the dragon has some of the best fandom creators ever, both in writing and in art. specially lucemond, the quality of the content we get for them in insanely good. we’re truly blessed.

but yeah, some of the rudest people i’ve ever seen are part of this too. haters in this fandom just hit different, they’re unrelenting.

ithrii has been harassed for months, their stories have been receiving so much negative comments from both haters or insensitive readers and at the end of the day, it has been too much. and just like what’s happening with ithrii, this happens so much with lots of content creators. even right now as we speak, if you are part of the twitter fandom, and you follow ithrii, you can see the kind of comments they have to put up with.

that’s why i want to remind everyone that leaving positive feedback is very important. you don’t have to be best friends with the author, but leaving kudos is one click away, dropping a “that was so good!” takes just 10 seconds of our days. and it can change the life of a fandom writer. i don’t know why most people who put their passion into the comments are always the ones trying to hate, but we have to help authors to know they have people supporting them. i understand if you’re shy, my social anxiety skyrockets every single time i have to interact with someone, but this is so helpful and so necessary.

ithrii doesn’t deserve this. they’re an author that has always been real about what they write and what they like. and they’ve been such a fantastic friend. it pains me it has come to this. they deserve better, they deserve to feel they have a place in this fandom. so i really encourage you to go and talk to them, because they need to know we care about what’s going on!

thank you for the ask, dear anon. i’m sorry i cannot go about personal details because that’s ithrii’s story to tell. i just can tell you that any support will be appreciated. and also, this answer wasn’t specific just to your ask, i just wanted to seize the opportunity 🤍

[dreamii-yume]

Yume, college got me on chokehold and I didn't realize time just went on zoom (⁠￣⁠ヘ⁠￣⁠;⁠)

Literally got me excited when you released the chapters! (Rip Kei, you shall be missed) I noticed you change her name into something feminine lol

I'm pretty bad at remembering names, so I hope I get used to them soon lol. And are the characters similar to their counterparts? (I mean like their appearance, I would love to see them jdjeidish prob might draw/reimagine them if I have time (⁠-⁠_⁠-⁠;⁠)⁠・⁠・⁠・)

Also the family drama?! Like damn, Neru is a gossip bitch lol shameless for bringing up that topic

And also, Rin?! He was like so strong almost breaking Neru's arm thooo, considering Neru is physically fit, so I imagine just how strong Rin is (⁠⌐⁠■⁠-⁠■⁠) damn hot big bro (and neru couldn't take his arm back lmao)

I'm a bit confused of Neru, if he's a friend to Rei or he's just built different 💀 (he's like a sly fox) curious how he managed to get that family drama, cuz I can't imagine anything at all lmao

Rin too, he was like "so what if I fucked my sister? Watchu gon do?" Didn't even tried to deny it or anything. "Not like we're blood related so it's fine. Plus it's none of yo business" then proceeds to almost break his arm lmao (yeah, I'm biased to the big brother trope \⁠(⁠ϋ⁠)⁠/⁠♩)

What I'm more excited is the teacher! ヾ⁠(⁠ ͝⁠°⁠ ͜⁠ʖ͡⁠°⁠)⁠ノ⁠♪ like the gentle exterior and "kind sensei" he gives off just give me REALLY sadistic vibes (I mean I'm pretty sure they're all gonna be a sadist) also you changed the scene where the teacher gave CPR to Rei(?) (⁠ ⁠ꈨຶ⁠ ⁠˙̫̮⁠ ⁠ꈨຶ⁠ ⁠) Rip sensei's lips

Kaede taking Rei's virginity thoo, (I honestly thought Rin was the first to hit tho, but I guess not (⁠´⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠.̫⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠`); ) it'd be nice if Kaede kissed Rei too but I guess no lovey dovey kisses here (want it to be like nasty kisses tho)

-euphoria anon (lol dunno how to feel about being know as that HAHAHA)

It’s okay Euphoria Anon~ (Lmao, you’re stuck with name now 🤓) You go get on your IRL grind ✨👏 No need to prioritize this fic lol But thank you for taking time in your schedule to read ♥︎

I tend to delete my mistakes because I couldn’t handle the second-hand embarrassment, and to think that there’s people like you who remembers them ☠️ It makes me want to jump into a ditch 😭 I’m sorry you have to re-organize your past knowledge about this fic, I’ll try to do better this time🧎‍♀️

I included character profiles because I know it would be difficult for readers to remember my character’s name if I introduced them at the same time, but I hope that could help you 🥹 and YES. I based the characters on the actual characters of the game!! I even gave my characters the game characters’ official surnames so it would be much more obvious to people that this fic is fanfiction lol You’re free to draw them whenever you can! ♥︎ I’d really appreciate that~

I guess I wanted to add more personality to my characters, because I didn’t just want them to knock-offs of the actual game’s characters lol That would explain why there’s some scenes that I added, and some scenes that I deleted because it’s too much—For example, the CPR scene ☠️ God, I hated that scene, it felt like I wanted to slip in something there for the teacher because he doesn’t have much scenes to prove himself as a worthy interest, but it felt so out of place?? I hate how you remember it too 😭 I don’t even remember posting that?? I thought it was forever a draft lmao

I really immersed myself into the characters sometimes, and try to maneuver my way into thinking like the characters. Obviously, if your stepsister is there, things will be awkward and if you’re a gossip bitch like Neru, you’d want to keep talking as much as possible lol Just for the drama~

Kaede was always been the first choice in my mind ☠️ I could not imagine how the game or plot will function further if it wasn’t Kaede lol

Anyway, I really appreciate your service as always!! 🧎‍♀️ I love receiving questions, and feedbacks of my fic because I can see what I’m doing right and what I’m doing wrong lol

[bebx]

do you ever get comments on the things you write (!! love it btw!!) that are vaguely negative- not entirely bad but just enough to get you anxious and worried that you’ve done something wrong?

because i’m starting a little writing blog and i understand that smut isn’t for everyone and that’s all i have out right now but i’m not sure how to handle negativity yet,, it makes me doubt what i’ve put effort into and makes me feel sick in my stomach, even though there must be people out there that like the same things i do. i feel like,, guilty? and i’m hoping that’s just silly, maybe i am in the wrong eek

you got any advice for taking that on and starting up a blog for something you love on this scary-ass app lmao? <3 sorry, i’ve written quite a bit..

Thank you, anon! Okay, somehow I'm lucky enough not to have come across comments that are outright rude so far, but there are some in the past (like months ago? it's good that it rarely happens) that I supposed could've been worded a little... nicer? I mean it didn't make me anxious or worried, more like a little annoyed, but that was it. But I'd also like to clarify that I was told by several of my friends that I seemed to not give a f*ck about what people said about me in general, if they're bad things. So some negativity that should affect most people might just not affect me?

Which I know isn't always a good thing either, because most of the times where I should defend myself, I just didn't, because I kind of... didn't care.

But I know the point of your ask isn't about me. So I'm not gonna make it about me. 

Anyway, to response to your point about negativity, I know it's so much easier said than done, but my advice — to keep it as simple as possible — would be, "screw the haters". 

But I know things can be more complicated than "This person is being a hater. Screw them" situation. In this case, my advice would be to try to determine if the comment is outright rude or if it can be a constructive criticism. And it's entirely up to you which category it falls to. The same comment can be considered rude to one person, and constructive criticism to another. There really is no wrong answer. If the commenter claims they mean it as a suggestion to help you improve a part of your writing, but the comment comes out as rude to you, then it is rude, and you have every right to ignore, delete, block or be upset about it. 

Constructive criticism does not equal harassment, but if said comment makes the receiver feel more anxious/nervous/less confident about their work than it makes them see the part they could improve, then that is not constructive criticism. Always remember that no one knows your work better than you do.

And, again, I know it's so so much easier said than done, but if a person is being a dick and leaving negative feedback on your work, just... try not to pay it attention. Delete, block, ignore. I don't want to make this sound like an easy solution, because I know how discouraging a mean feedback can be, especially if it was left on a work you put so much dedication into (not saying a work that was written under shorter period of time is worth less). Most of the time, if it's something nasty/rude (it doesn't even have to be outright rude, but if it makes you anxious, then chances are the person who left it didn't have good intention), it was left by a troll. It sucks, yes, but there're always people who left negative comments on other people's work, not because the work is bad but because they — the commenters — are trolls, and they want to just piss you off, make you question yourself.

I promise you, what you put your effort into is worth it. It may not be for everybody, but there are always going to be people who love and appreciate your work. And you are never in the wrong for writing about what you enjoy, no matter what it's about: it can be smut, angst, whump, fluff, hurt-no-comfort, comedy, hurt/comfort. Anything. As long as it's something you enjoy writing. (And it's not wrong to only write about one specific genre you enjoy.) As someone who also writes, I know how much getting feedback/validation means, but you have to always remember that what matters the most isn't your readers or what they think about your work but you. You write for something you love, and you write for you.

As long as you write whatever you're passionate about, you are never in the wrong and your works will always be worth it, and people who share the same interest as you will find and read your works, and that should be the joy of writing.

Don't let internet trolls make you question your talent. Their comments say nothing about your writing, but it say a lot about what kind of person they are. And most of the time, trolls left negative stuff on people's work without even reading the work. Remember that they just want attention, but they're not worth your time. It takes only a few seconds to hit that delete and block buttons. Focus your energy on things you enjoy.

So go for that writing blog. You'll do great.

[i-can-even-burn-salad]

7. how does receiving or not receiving feedback/support impact you?

Thank you for the ask! From this ask game.

Welp. The amounts of posts I have typed up, shared with friends, then deleted again...

So, let’s start with Tumblr. Because honestly, it just makes me sad. There are so many posts out there, telling people to “create for themselves” and “no one owes you notes” - most often in reply to other posts, showing a several hundred reblogs to several thousand likes ratio (or dozens to hundreds) and complaining about it.

So I want to clarify, when I say “no feedback” I mean literally next to none.

Fun statistic time: In July, I did some experiments. I posted from not-so-whumpy novella length story with daily updates, some plain gory torture, some environmental whump, some recovery, some human, some nonhuman, most belonging to series, some standalone pieces. In total, I published about 50 posts, containing roughly 80k words.

If I remove the two people who, without fail, like every single one of my posts (I’d never remove you, my friends 💜 but damn, you got free reign of my google docs already :D), and the “obligatory” reblogs of the events I joined, I had a middle of 1,7 likes and 0,4 reblogs per post. That’s uh... yeah. If I did not have support outside that, I’d probably be crying into my pillow.

I am writing it for myself, but I am posting it for people to read. It took me ages to figure out a routine that lets me set up a post in a few minutes, instead of 20 like it used to be. And if no one reads it, I might as well save myself the trouble, you know? There’s no counter here, no statistic, if one doesn’t at least press the like button, there’s no way for me to know I didn’t just throw my stuff into the void.

Some days, the only thing that keeps me posting is a) hating unfinished things and b) thinking that one day, someone might stumble upon it and like it. Someone did, recently, and it made my whole fucking month. But, to be quite frank, for every new work, I will think twice if I will start putting it here. It is, for me, a huge commitment.

I enjoy rereading my work, and correcting little mistakes, and I either have to do that in several places - now including Tumblr - or live with the eternal shame of knowing somewhere out there is a typo.

I still get nervous about posting some things, even if I don’t show it here, but some of my friends are used to a trembling pile of me sitting in their pocket, running in circles, whispering “I’m sure this will be the piece that will make me get anon hate”. 

I have been clinging to the “at least one post per week” schedule since January, stressing myself out when the chapter I’m gonna need soon isn’t coming along as quickly as I need it.

I love this place, and I won’t stop posting here (at least not until all of my stories are finished, who knows what comes after that). But if I didn’t have my friends, I wouldn’t have written half of what I wrote in the last months. And while I found some of those friends on Tumblr, that support isn’t in notes on this site.

Between “this was unclear” and “this was heartbreaking” and “are you sure you didn’t mean ‘into’”, my writing got better. I have handed at least 50 “, and” over to be devoured. I’ve added full chapters, following a conversation pointing out missing details. Knowing that there’s one or two people out there who will want to read it makes me put things on paper that otherwise would remain in my daydreams.

I am creating for myself, first and foremost. But if I didn’t intend to share, the shape it would take would be much less... cohesive.

[mannatea]

Mausoleum, a Fire Emblem 7 ‘fic

Words: 1,483 words Summary: What use was this place, this kingdom, without the lady they had all sworn to protect? Pairing/Character: Kent/Lyn (onesided?), Florina, Wil, Sain Extra Info: This was originally written and posted on December 31, 2009 for my friend Nico. His prompt was the sentence in the summary + purple hyacinths. Rating: T Genre: One-sided romance, reflection, character study lite

The title is the link to Ao3! As always I do appreciate feedback.

Notes below the cut as usual:

I want to start this out by saying this ‘fic was never popular. The three reviews I received were all very meaningful, though, so shoutout to Caellach, Mark, and Trevor for being so kind and thoughtful. I saved all the reviews on the ‘fics I deleted and I do always read them before rewriting anything.

KentLyn has always been a bit, uh, tumultuous, shall we say, for me as a writer. I wrote, quite literally, hundreds of fics for them, and I know in all that kerfuffle people just started tuning it all out. I won’t lie, I know I wrote a lot of painfully mediocre things back then. Yes I was hyperfixated. No, I couldn’t have stopped myself.

Looking back through the rubble years later, not a lot stands out to me as being worth my time to rework or rewrite, but this story did. I was always happy with the title. I was always happy with the characterization. I was always happy with the pacing.

It was not a difficult rewrite, though it did take a few hours to get to a place I was happy. Some of the wording was a bit too “modern” (a critique at the time that I agree with) and I tweaked the scenes to feel more substantial without also being overloaded with detail. Nobody ever criticized the latter point but I felt it during my reread.

The real tragedy in this story might be overlooked or missed if you read everything at face value, so I hope for those looking I was able to capture it correctly: Kent’s love wasn’t really one-sided. It was, however, too quiet. He believed he needed to keep it quiet/discreet, but in doing so he hid it from not only Lyn but his friends as well. Lyn thought there was something there, too, which is why she stayed on as long as she did, but she left when it became clear to her that nothing was going to change and she did not want to settle for as little as Kent was willing to settle for.

This is also why Florina is so “ignorant” and cold to Kent, she thinks he broke Lyn’s heart (left her lonely). She does leave to catch up to Lyn, though. So no, Lyn doesn’t stay lonely.

Lastly, I’m sure this was really obvious, but Kent AND Lyn’s emotional constipation is why everyone leaves. It’s destructive to all relationships, not just the ones of a romantic nature. I feel like this story perfectly captures the poor communication that was obvious in their supports with one another (and in some cases, with others) when the stakes are higher.

(And truly depressing is that...if Kent had confided in Sain at any point about how much he was hurting, Sain could never have left him. But because Kent only busied himself with work, Sain felt they had grown apart, and the gap was too much to bridge.)

[amesliu]

I hope my questions don’t offend or upset you, if they happen to, I apologize and understand if you rather not answer! I’m just simply curious to how you view things as a creator, it’s not my intention to offend.

Do you think what you’re seeing via reblog tags and asks, in ref of Annabeth’s life and choices, is on par (to any degree) with how real life celebrities see/might see their fans reacting to their choices?

Also, does any feedback (especially recently) you have receive affect your own mental health? Even just slightly?

Because I personally would 100% have to take social media breaks often if I was in your shoes from just the asks you post, I can’t imagine the messages you get that you can’t justify a reply to. Though, maybe that’s just my severe anxiety and fear of any confrontation talking here. Regardless I hope it hasn’t affected you much at all, but if it has, I hope you have a support system and distressing process in place to keep you grounded. <3

hi this doesnt offend me at all! thanks for asking actually this is a very interesting question.

wrt to people talking about annabeth's life choices. i don't think its on par with real celebrities for a few reasons. firstly, i think a lot of people are a lot more sympathetic towards her than they might be if she were a real celebrity.

secondly, and this actually is part of what affects my first point, we're not just seeing her public performance we're also seeing into her personal life. we know her beyond what we might know about an actual celebrity and that is going to make her 1. more sympathetic and 2. make it more justifiable when people have very strong opinions about her.

i think its more on par with frustrations you may feel towards a friend if that makes sense.

wrt to feedback towards me/sohae. i'm not bothered at all. i've certainly had times where people have overstepped, things have ticked me off, or annoyed me, and i've even had an interaction that led me to block someone off of both my main AND the sohae blog (i still get mad when i think about this one tbh). but usually if something bothers me i either delete it (and sometimes i show a friend and they let me vent a bit) or i reply as politely as possible and then if it doesn't stop i just delete and ignore. i have a decently sized tiktok following and tiktok is worse than tumblr by FAR so this is basically nothing. reactions to SOHAE do not bother me that much because most of them are incredibly understandable and when i correct or argue in defense of the characters it's less personal arguing and more academic debate imo. if anything sohae and engaging with people who read sohae has done more to help than hurt my mental health overall.

hope all of that made sense <3