#fic stuff.

[pennyserenade]

i don’t know if it’s too late or not but trick or treat!

trick or treat fanfic writer edition / original post

no it's not too late! thank you!

sometimes when i struggle to write i dabble around with loose ideas that bounce around in my mind on the day-to-day. this was a jack daniels fic i had started, based loosely off the episodes of the x-files called the field where i died and monday. the concept of the fic? Agent Jack Daniels is not a man given to romantic notions. He’s a good agent, with years of training under his belt and even more time in the field. To put it simply: he does not go insane on a whim. When one day Jack receives a bullet to the shoulder on a mission and starts dreaming vividly of what he claims are his past lives, everyone is unsure what to make of it. The only person who can understand is the brunette with the hazel eyes, presented to him in flashes—the one who buried the bullet in his shoulder, and who he is sure has shared a million existences with him. She’s trying to tell him something, has tried in every life, and he’s determined to find out what it is in this one.

here is a snippet:

Death tasted metallic. But this wasn’t death, was it? The bullet had torn a hole through the fabric of his jean jacket, entered the flesh of his shoulder and exited out the other side, clean. Gruesome as it was, and as badly as it hurt, Jack understood that he would live; he’d been shot before, and this was an injury Ginger could fix.

This wasn’t death, but Jack knew that he had died before. When the woman had pointed the revolver in his direction, he had went back. When she had shot him, he welcomed his own death, the end of his life. He didn’t know where it happened. There had been dry yellow grass, red in some places with what he assumed to be his own blood. Someone’s transatlantic tones tried to comfort him, but the sound of gun shots and screams overpowered the gentleness of the man’s compassion. He remembered boots, could smell the gun powder and fear. Death had been in the back of his throat like rising bile.

His eyes rolled beneath their lids. He heard Ginger, her feminine voice low and nervous—like maybe she thought he was dying, too. But he wasn’t. He wanted to open his eyes, to tell her to calm down, but he couldn’t. She was saying something intelligible. Her hands were on his bare chest, cool from the latex.

“He’s…Something is happening to him.” The closer she got, the easier it got to decipher her tone. “I don’t know—“ She moved, her hands leaving with her. He couldn’t make out what she said again until she came back, rested her hands over his body again. “His body is acting like it’s dying. I’ve never seen something like this before.”

[so-many-ocs]

“everyone is going to hate it” someone will love it. someone will reach out to you and tell you it changed their life. someone will hold it close and treasure it forever in a way you can’t even understand. keep going

[lgbtlunaverse]

Nothing will dispell the "the curtains were just blue" myth faster than writing something yourself, because the amount of pretentious symbolism i am putting in my silly little fanfics is ridiculous. I mean SO much with these words, literally every single one of them. This fic has twenty five typos and zero correct uses of punctuation but if there's curtains you bet your ass I put thought into what colour they were.

[reineydraws]

jason is a grandpa's boy and u cant take this away from me!!! they cook together, they discuss literature together, and when jay comes back, they clean their guns together haha. ofc they celebrate their birthday together too! 😌

✨️🎂 hbd jay & alfie 🎂✨️

[autumnillustration]

"Perhaps a lesser-known gift of Kenobi's was his ability to listen."

(AU where post-banishment Ahsoka gets zapped back to TPM, strapped with a fundamental distrust of the Jedi, an apocalyptic vision of the future, and a mandate to help Anakin Skywalker. So, in all this, it's nice to have a confidant.)

edit: link to the fic

[shrimplovercat]

hi gongeous...

bonus:

[booksandpaperss]

you know when you read one of the most well written well characterized fics of a character and you’re like “FUCK YES THIS AUTHOR UNDERSTANDS” and then in the notes or in a comment reply they’re like “I hope this wasn’t too ooc I can’t tell 😭” or “I’m glad this wasn’t super ooc I was rlly nervous!” like girl this may as well have been a transcript directly from that character’s head what are you TALKING about

also this isn’t author hate obv I luv you guys I just think it’s funny how this happens a lot. fic writers youre amazing <33

[ao3-crack]

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[patronsaintofhomosandpain]

Psst hey!! Over here!

Fic writers and original story writers are the same!

Writing fanfics doesn't make you any less of a writer!

Yall are just gatekeepers. Stop being assholes. There's room for everyone!

[fandom-drake]

Jason in the manor for movie night: How'd you convince B to let me in anyways? I thought I wouldn't get an invite till I dropped the real bullets.

Dick busy trying to wrangle Damian away from Tim and Titus away from the snacks: B is really bad at facing the words he throws around ya know? So I told him since it's my fault you died I should be responsible for bringing you home- Tim don't!!!

Jason: B said what!?!?

[you-were-meteowrong]

reblog for bigger sample size

[bonesandthebees]

ao3 commenters PSA: even on older fics with a ton of comments the authors still get the notifs for every single comment

re: the person who just left a multi paragraph comment on one of my older fics talking about how much they disliked the ending and detailing several alternate endings they came up with instead that they thought would be better, and ending the comment with "no one is going to see this but oh well" authors see your comments yes even on old fics and it really doesn't feel good to see a comment like that even years after I finished the fic

[queerdraws]

Fanart for a snippet of my most favorite heartbreaking moment from swordsmans's fic bone-breaker ospreys mate for life (rated E)

[lgbtlunaverse]

There's a version of the "don't go grocery shopping while hungry" rule specifically for writers where you should never under any circumstances be allowed to touch your draft within 3 hours of reading a really good story. Because sometimes when you read something great your head goes "fuck this is so much better than my stuff I should make that more like THIS instead!" Look at me. That's the devil talking and you should close the document NOW.

[autumnillustration]

Ahsoka: He's nine. Nine-year-old boys are allowed to pick their noses. I'm willing to bet my boots you picked your nose at nine.

Obi-Wan: I did not. Did you?

Ahsoka: I was never a nine-year-old boy.

(AU where post-banishment Ahsoka gets zapped back to TPM. Link to fic)

[tarabyte3]

Hey fanfiction writers: If no one's ever told you this before, it's not just fanfiction.

It's something you spent hours, days, maybe even months on, pouring your heart out onto a page because you were so full of passion and thoughts about a story or characters, you felt like you were going to explode if you didn't get it out. Maybe you lost sleep because your mind was racing with ideas or you forgot to eat or drink water because you were so focused. Maybe your back aches from being hunched over for so long, unmoving. Maybe you even felt like you were going a little feral because you were so excited about what you were creating, or were frustrated when you got stuck. Either way, you put your heart, mind, soul, and body into making something.

It's okay to want people to read it, and it's okay if you're disappointed that they don't or it doesn't get as much of a reaction as you were hoping for. Humans are social creatures. Sure, we write for ourselves, but we also share because the joy of doing so is just as powerful as the joy of the process. Of having created something.

We all experience that joy and that disappointment, and don't let anyone tell you otherwise.

So it's okay. It's not just fanfiction.