#hopefully ill start like. actually writing more fanfic

[serizawasgamecube]

posted my fic for @anizinesinc's true colors zine! please check out the full release!

[rxmye]

" 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐄 "

𝐀 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐍𝐈𝐀𝐂 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 — you're his entire world, his only thought, the very illness that has corrupted his mind and body . . .

gender neutral reader / yandere oc x reader / mentions of sleep medication / pathetic yandere / suggestive content / a character slightly aimed towards people with a savior complex

masterlist | requesting rules | character info . . . a/n: edited, Lucas first fanfic is out !! . . click here to read it !! <3

He was someone with fleeting attraction—yet a hopeless romantic, who'd spend most of his class time doodling away in his notebook instead of taking actual notes, writing these scenarios that played out in his mind—tired hazy doodles of small characters, blurry lines of writing, scribbled out text, as he struggled to stay awake—

He had never had a proper sleeping schedule, and if he did he'd never stick to it, a night owl who often faced the consequences of his own actions, sleep medication was something he was all too familiar with, the feeling of being restless without sleep, his nerves always on edge, dark circles under his eyes made him feel insecure, and alarmingly out of character.

He felt something touch his back, he froze, nerves all over the place, a pit growing in his stomach as he turned almost instinctively to face whoever touched him, pushing their hand off harshly . . . "Hey Yoichi . . what's up with you man, why so aggressive?!" Lucas asked . . and then he froze, letting out a nervous and rather embarrassed chuckle, "Ah—um . . sorry Lucas . . just feeling a little tired that's all", he replied softly, voice barely coming out.

To be quite honest, when he first saw you, Yoichi thought nothing of it, he sat at the very back and you for some reason, sat in front of him, not that he minds, you're presence covered him from the teachers eyesight, which allowed him to do whatever he wanted, he was even able to drift off to sleep during that period.

However, it wasn't until he found himself, drawing tiny versions of you in his notebook, little doodles, pink ink staining the paper as he hearted your initials together—his name then your last name . . your name then his last name . . . names of future children—that he realized he was crushing on you . . . big time.

His emotions was fleeting, it had always been, he didn't think much of it . . it was just a simple crush, everyone has one of those, and they go away with time.

Yoichi was a punctual student—and a well organized one—he'd rarely forget his books, much less the notebook with his embarrassing doodles of him and you, it would ruin his image to be quite honest . . yet for some reason he had forgotten it in class today, it could've been his ever-growing restlessness due to a lack of sleep, or maybe the caffeine that's been fucking with his head since early in the morning—he sighed—knocking himself out of his own thoughts, as he twisted the doorknob, hopefully the teacher left the class unlocked.

The door was open, to his utter relieve . . . wait . . . "y/n?", he spoke, taken aback—you were soundly asleep on your desk—you looked so at . . peace . . . calm? . . . Nothing could describe the emotions he felt as he approached you, slowly reaching over to his desk and grabbing his notebook, quickly stuffing it in his backpack—he should go . . , that would be the best course of action . . .

Yet he couldn't . . . he knelt down on the floor, leaning his head on the desk, starring at your face, looking into every curve and line, in his eyes every imperfection just made you even more perfect, the pattern of your breath was soothing to his otherwise restless mind, a soothing scent radiated off of you, and for the first time in months, he felt sleepy . . . like he could sleep without a care . . . everything felt so right. . .—nothing felt displaced or disoriented.

That was the day that started it all, it seems, Yoichi had started forming something that was akin to obsession, he couldn't sleep at all without you—a piece of you—something that reminded him of that calming scent that he felt that day, you calmed his overdriven nerves, you halted his troubles for more than a fleeting moment.

Yoichi knew what he was doing was odd, especially when he found himself picking up the wrapper you threw out, and taking inhaling it, his eyes growing half lidded—he felt like a drug addict—drunk off of you . .

Fleeting touches would tick off his ever delusional mind, a small compliment could set him on overdrive and in the back of his head he knew he was growing addicted, a pit in his stomach grew as he felt slightly disgusted with himself, with the obscene and rather degrading things he'd do, just to get something touched by you.

Lucas stared at his friend, who seemed no better than dead, "Are ya' okay?" he asked, looking him up and down, "You look like a train-wreck", he stated half out of concern and half out of clear disdain and possibly curiosity, "Is it normal?", Yoichi spoke up, taking a gulp of air as he continued, "to want someone so badly that it's hard to explain—like—a part of me feels obsessed, like I feel like carving my own heart out and showing them just to prove my love wont be enough—they could claw out my fingernails—and from where I'm standing, I'd still look at them with only love . . . but at the same time I feel disgusted with the feelings I feel—", Yoichi kept blabbering on, until his friend shushed him, taking a sip of his drink as he jokingly replied, "I mean . . if you love them that much, then their clearly the one . . ."

Yoichi blanked out, as Lucas chuckled, he has no idea how much of his teasing words Yoichi would take to heart that day nor of it's lasting consequences . . .

@ rxmye , do not repost, plagiarize, translate, or adapt my work/theme without prior permission and or confirmation.

[asterrv0iid]

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Hello! I'm writing a wattpad fanfic about Katsuki Bakugou x female reader. the fic is called arachnoid 🥹 and theres currently only about 15-16 parts. right now, im writing about the sports festival and i already have a good idea of what im going to do for the internships. but to give you a better idea of what the fic is about ill give a little summary for you 🖤🕷️

Starting off with your quirk!!

Your quirk is basically like spiderman 2099 & miles morales combined snd some extra powers i added. If you don't know them from atsv, ill give you a quick rundown of some of the abilities they have !!

So starting off with some basic spiderman powers. Peter parker has the ability to generate webs from his wrists, and so do you. But in the story, theres a little twist. You can obviously swing around and hold massive amounts of weight, but you can also form objects with a lot of firmly packed webs. It takes a lot of energy out of you though.

Spiderman also has the skill of sticking to walls and ceilings. Or just any surface that gravity doesnt allow the normal human being to stay upright on. So of course you have that included with your quirk !!

Let's not forget about the spidey sense. Spidey sense is basically just a 6th sense for telling if danger is near, and where it is coming from. But in my fic, when youre either overwhelmed and worked up or really focused on something, your brain kind of turns off the ability to sense danger. But farther into the story you'll be able to multitask.

Okay moving onto the powers you have that are similar to Miles Morales! So we know that he can turn camouflage or turn invisible, and that he has electricity powers. Now you might not have the electricity ability he has, but if you hold your breath, you can turn invisible snd camouflage into any surface.

Okay couple more things about the benefits of your quirk im pretty sure. Venom immobilization. I added the power to immobilize an opponent by protracting your fangs and emitting an immobilizing venom into someone. Yes you have to bite them for it to work, and yes it can be inconvenient. 😭

Next is how you can generate 6 extra limbs and 6 extra eyes, giving you 8 of each. So like an actual spider, you have the skill to grow six extra arms out of your shoulder blades like Shoji :) (he's such a sweetheart i love him) but also you can grow 8 eyes to enhance your range if vision and also the ability of night vision, since spiders are mainly nocturnal.

Okay i think thats it for your quirk but now its time for backstory !!

Basically the fic stated that you have an identical twin brother, Koji L/n, and both parents present. It starts off with it being the day of your brother's birthday party. Your neighbors down the street, The Bakugou family, show up to introduce themselves.

Shortly after the party ended, your brother Koji went missing, then was pronounced deceased and left a cold case. Your mother thought another baby would be enough to distract her from the loss of her child. It ended up adding more pressure onto her so she left.

You were forced into growing up too fast having to raise your little sister to the best of your ability as your dad slowly turned into a deadbeat. As you were about to finish your last year of middle school, a biy introduced himself to you and he ended up being your boyfriend for a short amount of time.

He scarred and traumatized you for life and you promised yourself to not show vulnerability and naivety towards anyone ever again, until a special someone weaseled back into your life.

Hopefully you like this story as it continues on! The link unfortunately isnt working for me, or maybe im just stupid. But my user on wattpad is 'astervoiid' and the fic is called 'Arachnoid || K.B. x reader'

Thanks so much for reading! Posting this in hopes it gets more reads and plot suggestions! Have a good day xx 🖤🕷️🕸️

[aseriesofsmallthings]

Hello!

Welcome to my writeblr! I'm very new to this whole thing, and while I have *had* tumblr for a while now, I've never actually used it, so please bear with me :)

About my writing

I started out writing fanfic and short stories over a decade ago (ouch, now I feel old) and am hoping someday to become a published novelist. I mostly write horror, fantasy, and dystopian fiction, (with romance often playing quite a big role), though I am incapable of resisting dabbling in other genres too from time to time. A lot of my writing tends to deal with themes of loss, mental illness, suffering, and the inevitability of the human condition. In a bid to see myself and others like me represented more widely in the media, my longer fiction works often include neurodiverse, disabled and lgbt+ characters.

About me!

First things first, my name is Shannon, though online I mostly go by Shay. Feel to free use either :)

Now, a few fun little facts to break up those hefty chunks of writing (make the most of it, this might be the last time in a while).

I'm from, and currently live in, the UK. And I use she/they pronouns.

I'm a (twenty-something year old) child living an adult's life. And I am not having fun. Please, send help.

My reading tastes tend to be quite similar to my writing, in that I'll read just about anything I deem interesting in most genres but my preferences lie in dystopia and fantasy.

I have AuDHD and a whole host of other funky little brain things that keep writing (and life) all that much more fun! On a serious note, this may mean I'll disappear from time to time and posts may not always be consistent. (It also means interactions may be somewhat difficult for me, so again, please bear with me :)

I'm an amateur field hockey player with no other interest in sport besides playing it.

I have studied creative writing at uni briefly but I'm currently in the midst of switching to a social sciences and anthropology degree - expect a little academia related content maybe.

I'm a fur-parent - pictures may follow (they definitely will) of my little demon child.

I love to travel (especially solo) and often take a lot of inspiration for my writing from my little adventures, from setting and plot ideas to character development and world-building. Also, train journeys have proven quite fruitful in producing some pretty solid sentences... that have yet to be of further use.

A few pictures (below) from my most recent solo trip.

I also occasionally play video games, listen to an unhealthy amount of rock music, obsess over fictional characters (other than my own), and partake in multiple other creative pastimes, most of which get abandoned rather unceremoniously (thank you, ADHD).

About my writeblr

My username 'a series of small things' comes from one of my favourite Van Gogh quotes; "great things are not done all at once, but by a series of small things brought together", which I think is really apt, not only as a writer but also just in everyday life too. Also, inspite being rather artistically inept myself, I have a fondness for ol' Vinny, which makes the quote even more perfect.

I hope to use this space as a way to start getting my original work out into the world and to hopefully make some like-minded friends along the way too! I'll mostly be posting some of my short stories and progress reports on my longer wips, but may also post some poetry and other random ramblings from time to time.

Feel free to ask me any questions and interact with me :)

[dross-the-fish]

This might be the dumbest question on this blog, but is the motley crew like your AU/fanfic or is it an actual show? Can you also please give me a short summary?

I’m so sorry for asking such dumb questions I just really like your blog and I want to know more😭❤️🫶

It actually started out as a DnD style table top game I made for my friends. I decided to post some of the stuff from it here on tumblr and I'm re-writing it as a fic.

There is a LOT of lore, so I'll try to keep it brief and stick to the broadest points.

It's a goth lit crossover story, it begins with strange events happening all over England. There's an increase in the rat population, clouds of bats fill the sky at night, there are rumors of occult activity. The great detective Sherlock Holmes is called out of retirement to investigate a string of grisly murders and disappears without a trace during the investigation, leaving John Watson to try and find him.

Meanwhile Lawrence Talbot and his best friend Quincey Harker, the son of Jonathan and Mina (dracula) trying to rescue a woman from a wolf attack one night while passing by Baker Street. Lawrence is bitten and the bite is treated by Watson who finds it odd that there are wolves in London as wolves had been extinct in the UK for several centuries at that point and no zoo had reported a missing wolf.

Lawrence feels ill but otherwise fine and goes home thinking he'll sleep it off. Through the bite he contracts the curse of lycanthropy, on his first transformation he kills his entire family. The police investigate but don't connect Larry to the murders. The scene of the crime is a similar state to the one Holmes was investigating when he disappeared leading the newspaper to report the Talbot's as the latest victims of a serial killer at large. Watson questions Larry and Quincey, thinking they may be able to provide him a lead to finding Sherlock and, not knowing who else to trust they reveal Larry's lycanthropy. Watson is skeptical but once it's revealed that Larry is a werewolf he's convinced to help them find the cause of the curse and hopefully a cure.

Their search for a cause and cure leads them to fragments of a strange journal about an allegedly deceased man called Henry Jekyll who's own story seems to loosely mirror a werewolf curse and while trying to break into Jekyll's abandoned lab thinking his serum may have been the source of the curse they run into an unsavory character, Edward Hyde. Edward is at first, unhelpful, but once he realizes Lawrence Talbot is from a wealthy family he offers to help, stating that he knows a few things about Henry Jekyll and can get them access to his research in exchange for a place to stay and some money. Watson is mistrustful and advises the boys not to reveal Larry's condition to Edward until he proves himself an ally. At first Edward plans to mooch off of them for awhile, steal their money and disappear but once they figure out that Jekyll and Hyde are the same person they get him to agree to research Larry's condition and develop a cure derived from Hyde's serum.

Their continued investigation and search for Sherlock and a cure for Larry lead them to all kind of places and they start to assemble a group, picking up the Frankenstein creature and the Phantom of the Opera along their way.

It's eventually revealed that vampires, lead by Dracula have set up a society in England with the intention of taking over. Dracula is working for and with other villains from gothic literature like Dorian Gray, Carmilla, Imhotep the mummy, Dr Moreau, and Griffin the invisible man. Most of whom have sold or are in the process of selling their souls in Faustian contracts to Mephistopheles (Dorian's portrait physically is one). The crew's quest to find Sherlock and cure Larry turns into a bid to save the UK and possibly all of the world from team Dracula and Mephistopheles's machinations.

[bitchesuntitled]

Through the Motions

Pairing: Francisco “Catfish” Morales x Reader

Summary: You and Frankie decide to start a family. Regardless of your mental illness and the challenges it faces.

Warnings: Mental health, cussing, pregnancy, bit of angst, comfort, fluffff, pretty much sums it up

A/N: Sooo…. This would be my first fic I’ve ever actually put out for the entire world to read. I used to have several 5 subject notebooks full of fanfic for myself and my cousins to read cause they were the only ones I trusted with that part of my brain. 15 years later and here I am. I had 4 different friends read it before I posted. All of which gave amazing input and helped me with wording, grammar, punctuation, etc. I love you guys!!! @hessofather(knows all about mentally ill pregnancy cause she did that), @jay-zzle(Spanish expert), @bi-panda(help with grammar and punctuation) and Sarah(helped with wording, who needs to get a tumblr)

Special shout out to: @chloeangelic- Thank you for being so helpful to this newbie with your writing advice! You saw this fic before it became what it is now, hopefully it’s still as interesting as you thought it was to begin with @gracieispunk for just telling me to go for it! ❤️❤️❤️

HERE GOES IT! 🫣

Masterlist

At the time you felt like this was a good idea, that you were strong enough to handle it, that it would get better as time went on. Except now you’re not so sure.

*****

It was your idea first, trying for a baby and Frankie was ecstatic. You’d discussed kids before but it was always in a wishful way, too nervous to stop the meds to actually try. Late one night while in bed you decide to talk about it once more.

“What if you can’t handle my episodes?”

“Such as…” He asks moving on his side propping up his head with his fist.

“Well… I’m kinda, actually no, I’m crazy without meds. You haven’t had to experience that side of me but other people have. I had so much rage in me all the time, I would snap in an instant at the smallest of things, there were days I couldn’t even get out of bed. I almost lost my job at one point.” You say rubbing your face trying not to think of the past without meds. He moves your hands and cups your cheek turning your head towards him.

“Hey now, we don’t have to do this. It’s up to you. I’d love it if we could have a version of you and me out in this world but it’s not a necessity if you don’t want to. I’m still going to be here whether we decide to do this or not”

“Oh god, the manic episodes! I’ve gotten those under control finally because of the meds but the mania was almost just as bad as the depression! Sooo many bad decisions, honestly surprised I don’t have a kid already. Definitely had a rise in my labido during the manic episodes,” with widened eyes and a panicked look you start to back track “Sorry! I’m so sorry! I’m rambling now.”

“Shhh, we all have a past,” Frankie laughs, shaking his head, “If we’re being truthful here though- if we try for a baby that would be helpful, right?”

You laugh and roll your eyes.

“Yeah, I guess you got me there.”

*****

Thinking about it and doing it are two completely different things. The trying part was definitely fun and then it happened. Those two pink lines happened a lot faster than you were expecting. What now? You have to get off your meds. That’s what you have to do now. It’s really happening. There is now a life growing inside of you. You thought you were ready for this. Mentally trying to prepare yourself for the moment the meds had to stop, the pregnancy hormones and what they’ll do, the changes your body will go through, the mindset you’ll need to have going through this, so much to prepare for. Then the first slip up happens. It took 3 weeks, 3 weeks for the first incident to happen.

“Oh, I see!” You say gritting your teeth, “So I need to have supper ready for you when you get home? Like I’m some 50s fucking housewife?!”

“That’s not what I even said. All I asked was what are we having for supper? I did not mean what are YOU making for supper.” Frankie said as calmly as he could. He never thought his army training would help him in a situation like this. They teach you how to handle dangerous territories, hostile situations, survival, and so much more. But this? No one ever trains you for this. For a hormonal, mentally ill, pregnant lady.

You can feel your face hot from anger turning into one of embarrassment and shame instead. Your bottom lip begins to tremble. You realize your mistake immediately. Not sure if it’s the mental illness or the hormones rushing through your body. It all kinda feels the same right now. Frankie notices the change immediately and rushes towards you.

“Bebé, bebé, bebé,” He says quietly wrapping his arms around you, pushing your head into the crook of his neck. “It’s okay. You’re okay. We’re okay. We’ll get through this just like everything else. I’m here.”

“I hate this!” You sob

*****

Your entire pregnancy you feel as if you’re going through constant loops. The manic and depressive episodes coming in waves. You sense it before it happens, a lot like when you can smell rain before it starts. The only thing is when. When is it going to hit you? Will it be a depressive episode? Where you find it near impossible to even get up but you have to in order to make sure things are ready for this baby. Will it be a manic episode? Where you have so much energy it feels like you’re going to crawl out of your own skin but also in a way beneficial because you can get so much ready for the nursery. Will it be one of sadness, anger, anxiousness? What will it be and can you make yourself stop it? Doubtful, you never can, just like now.

**9 months later**

He plops down at the kitchen table sighing. The baby has finally gone to sleep. After 2 hours of crying there is finally silence.

“What‘s wrong?” Frankie asks

“I don’t know.” you sigh, putting the last bottle in the dish rack to dry.

He can tell something is wrong by your actions. The way you’ve been rigid. You’re so stiff. You’re so tense. You feel on edge about every little thing.

The baby is crying. Needs changed again. The baby is crying. Needs fed again. The baby is crying. Needs soothed again. The baby is crying. When is there time to sleep? So over-stimulated it’s almost too much to bear.

It’s only been 2 weeks since the baby arrived and you’re back on meds finally. As with all things though, it takes time.

“What’s wrong? Hermosa, please tell me.” he asks again

“It’s just one of those days.”

One of those days, the hatred for yourself you feel. Am I a good mom yet? Am I doing everything that needs done? Is there anything I missed? I have to be perfect on the outside. Why am I NOT perfect on the outside? Can I even pretend to be perfect? The internal battle is almost too much. You don’t want to look at him. You don’t want him to see how much your mind is making you suffer because he will see it, he always sees it now.

“Baby, please talk to me!” He pleads

You push yourself off the kitchen sink and finally turn around wrapping your arms around yourself and you know he sees it. Your mind starts racing. He thinks you’re a failure. He wants to give up on you. He doesn’t want to deal with you anymore.

He gets up and takes a step closer, you take a step back. Not ready for the comfort, the consoling, the pity party to ensue. He grabs you before you can get too far away.

“You're an amazing momma. Don’t sell yourself short!”

“Hold on,” You start to remove yourself from him, “I need to get the hamburger out for supper tomorrow.”

He furrows his brows letting you go and sighs, “Will you sit down, please?”

Reluctantly you sit down and your mind starts racing and panicking again. Why does he want me to sit? Why did he sigh? Is he mad at me? Did I do something wrong?

The baby monitor goes off and you start to get up again

“Stop, sit. I got this. Stay here.”

So you sit. You sit at the kitchen table with your mind spiraling and wondering what to expect next. Can he change the diaper? Can he make the bottle if the baby needs feeding? Can he soothe the baby to go back to sleep? What does the baby need?

You hear the crackle of the monitor

“Momma is so tired, isn’t she? She needs a break sometimes. She takes such good care of you while I’m at work.“ the baby starts to wail louder, that must be the getting diaper changed cry, “Oh yes, I know mi vida, it’s so cold and momma does it better but daddy is here and can do it too.” Low and behold you are correct!

The baby stops crying. Soothed for now. Who knows how long it’ll be before they’re awake again. Frankie comes back to the kitchen.

“Mi amor, we should get to bed.”

You nod while he grabs the baby monitor then your hand, in a daze you let him lead you to the bedroom. He helps you change your clothes for the first time in three days. Frankie grabs your brush, he gently brushes til the knots are out of your hair and he puts it in a bun the way you like. He grabs you around the waist and guides you into the bed. Laying there together, he’s whispering words of praise to you, “Eres hermosa, you’re a good momma, you’re perfecto for me and our baby” placing soft kisses to your neck with each phrase, and then you hear his soft snoring. With silent tears falling down your face you finally start to drift off to sleep, you suddenly remember you forgot the hamburger meat. You try to move but with Frankie’s warmth and tight grip surrounding you you easily give up, guess there is always tomorrow.

[osarina]

hi carina !! havent been in ur inbox for a while, hru :)) i hope ur well >^< !!

i'm mainly here to ask if u have any writing tips/advice bc ur lit one of my fave bsd writers ever i adore all ur works sm and recently i've hated everything im writing ajkrnjekncvej SO IM WONDERING IF U HAVE ANY ADVICE CEJFCNJ (hopefully this isnt strange eabfihri)

you dont hafta answer this is u dont wanna btw !!! have a great day mwah <333

REDDDDDD MY SWEET LOVE BUG i've been doing okay!! work hasn't been as awful as i expected it to be, i rlly got lucky with my boss HAHAH - how are you doing?? you had exams right?? i hope they all went well!! sorry it took me so long to answer this one, but i wanted to actually be able to give u a good response so it had to wait until i had time i fear

IT'S NOT STRANGE, ur so sweet im giving u the softest forehead smooch. i'm sorry to hear you've been feeling that way about your writing though - i get it, trust me i do LOL, i go through days and weeks where i literally am revulsed by every word i put down in a doc. actually, i just went thru it like 2 days ago while writing the first chapter of civilian dazai so it's all fresh in the head LOL

honestly, i think the most important tip i have is really basic but u should never force yourself to write just for the sake of getting something out. like, i've done it before and whenever i do, i'm soooo unhappy with the results that it usually makes me go through a huge writing slump -> this happened with uu6 actually, i was so busy but i was trying to force the chapter out on time that i ended up rewriting it like 3 times because i hated it so much. finally i decided to move on to write some pmzai drabbles to clear my head & then came back to uu6 when i started feeling it again and behold, it came with ease. sometimes when i want to write but none of my wips are doing it for me, i'll literally conjure up a huge list of tropes and just read through it until one pops out to me LOL and then ill work on that

another i think basic piece of advice is reading. whether its fanfics, or novels, or whatever. whenever i have trouble liking what i write, i find something to read. reading is actually how i taught myself to write HAHAH my go tos are fantasy/scifi- tolkein, martin, herbert, rf kuang, i've been meaning to read sanderson but haven't had the time yet. honestly, in general, if i have free time and i'm not writing something, 9/10 i'm reading something.

i think plotting is also really important!! even for like one-shots, sometimes i get so lost in the writing that i lose focus of what the fic was originally supposed to be about and that frustrates me into deleting everything i've written. so something i do is i list out all of the scenes i want to see in a chapter or a one-shot before i start writing it so that i don't lose focus.

dialogue is a huge hurdle for me - sometimes i struggle to figure out whether or not my dialogue is realistic, so LOL sometimes i just sit there and speak it out loud, acting out a conversation with myself to see if it flows properly and then adjust accordingly. sometimes i do it for like descriptions/narration too if i think the narration isn't flowing or is too clunky. reading things out loud is a go-to way for me to figure out what's wrong with my writing.

and then lastly, this is more of a mental thing than anything else, but i've just slowly had to teach myself not to be too hard on myself. like i'll get so mad if something doesn't come out exactly how i envisioned it, and it used to genuinely make me so disappointed that i couldn't bring myself to write for days. so i've just slowly been working myself into a mentality telling myself that it doesn't have to be perfect to be great, yknow. and ten times out ten, you're seeing faults in your writing that no one else will take notice of.

so the whole tldr:

only write what you WANT to write, dont force urself to finish/write something

read when you can, whether its fanfic or novels or whatever u can get ur hands on

plot things out so you don't get lost

read things out loud that aren't making sense

work on not being so hard on yourself

[starboy-acer]

update on my projects!

JRWIBLR... IM SO SORRY... ive been so busy with so many new projects lately i have been NEGLECTING you folks. working on some new stuff that i can actually post like. as soon as i finish it. now that school is out, ill hopefully have more time to write. SO if u see this, give me some oneshot ideas! in the meantime, i'm working on updating outlaw, traitor, exile.

speaking of projects, keep a look out in the next month or so for an INFLUX of jrwi fanfics on ao3 as some people have come together and are doing a "minibang"! i am one of the people participating in this! it'll mostly be on ao3 and twitter i believe but i'll definitely let you guys know when everything is beginning to (just) roll (with it) out cuz its gonna be a whooole lot of fics AAANNNDDD art!!

i also might have some more stuff out that are more related to some smaller projects im in! for example, there's a few jrwi dnd groups forming and some riptide oc groups! if possible, i might drop some stories relating to those as well!!

one more thing, ive finally started watching other jrwi campaigns... beginning with blood in the bayou... so there may or may not be some bitb mess coming out too

also check out @jrwi-aita cuz im an admin on there! GIVE ME MORE CONTENT TO POST FOR GODS SAKE!!!!!!!!!

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i’ve been wanting to start writing here on tumblr for a while but i kept procrastinating so im posting this to make a commitment to myself and actually start posting, i just wanted you guys to know me a little bit better before i start releasing stuff and hopefully ill get to know some of you

hii i go by lux here on tumblr ( the virgin suicides reference) as im not totally comfortable using my actual name

i’ve been reading and writing fanfics for at least like 9 years which actually sounds crazy when i put it in writing

i’ve made COUNTLESS wattpad stories but i’ve never gotten around to posting them but it’s something that makes me happy so why not post them on here

i’m 19

im currently in college for early childhood education and want to be a teacher in the future, it’s something that i’ve always wanted to do because no kid should live without knowing what proper education and love is.

besides writing i like to hangout with my friends and drive around blasting music, i loveeee going out to eat (chipotle is so fucking good) i’m really into fashion but i don’t know how to dress myself to save my life

music: i listen to lil peep a lot and ive been listening to him since 2016 which is kind of crazy because i was still so young, i also loooove lana del rey, melanie martinez, and i also love anything from the 50’s and the 60’s i just think its calming and soothing.

my favorite shows are the 100, euphoria, obx, young sheldon, pretty little liars, you, floribama shore, and probably way more i just can’t remember them all right now

im going to start writing for the obx characters because ive been in such a obx kick lately but if you’d like me to write about any other characters ill try and write about them ( if ive never watched the show it will take me a little longer since im not familiar with said so character but ill still try my best 💕💕)

some of my fics will contain 18+ so pls MDNI.

please if you have any questions feel free to ask them, i love talking to new people and getting to know them.

[ah0yh0y]

tagged by @ribcagelikepiano for the get to know you game!! thx friend !!!!!

questions: last song you listened to, currently watching, currently reading, current obsession

last song: Come Hang Out by AJR off the top of my head by my tabs say Providence by Poor Mans Poison . Come Hang Out feels so nostalgic to me even if i only listened to it recently reminds me of a graduation song (it came out 5 yrs ago so it makes sense. I just really love Poor Mans Poison's vibes generally great fuel for daydream and also matches well with the feeling of revolution (and seeing everything collapse i guess.) (ish) mentally listening to Your Love is All I Need by Sami Yusuf tho at all times lately, probs because i have been trying to wean myself off listening to music for like the 50th time. (its slow going but IM GONNA TRY inshaallah ill be able to do it) (he also took the old nasheed music video off his channel? sad its so good)

currently watching: does d20 mentopolis count? only watched one ep but its good. i havent watched anything regularly besides like school vids for a bit. tried watching the dragon prince s5 when it came out but buffering (the video player i mean) and dissatisfaction at the pacing and characterization kinda stopped me. ill back on it at the end of the yr when everything is settled. if we are talking about podcasts started relistening to wolf 359 and keeping up with the greater gatsby (the latter has SUBLIME noir vibes as it is a noir i bloody love shipwreck's work it scratches that itch in my brain so well) . i may have seen spoilers for wolf 359 so i am anxiously waiting to see if i am proved wrong but im on s4 so its soon prepare for a barrage of reblogs for it. watched s4 of malory towers it was very nice i cant wait for s5 - the pantomime hopefully we get new members for the older years next season i miss the larger cast

currently reading: not much really. fanfic alot. i guess. caught up to the end of the To Make a Legend series on ao3 (pjo) and other fics for a couple of other fandoms (in one false move by Kalidium is really good if your into murder most unladylike - spoilers for A Spoonful of Murder though) also been reading barbie 2023 fanfic? was bored and started hunting for good ones (slim picking at the moments but if you want character study and grief and some bloody good writing def read something in me in you by telm_393 i cant explain it its that good) also reread My Memories Came Back in the Form of Someone Else by Lucy_Luna yes its that really good spiderverse fanfic do check it out

BESIDES THAT THO in terms of actual books. have the audiobook saved for The Valley and The Flood so gonna listen to that later. Have to read The Hate Race for class (not my fave but i need for analysis ive read it like 3 times but I STILL DONT REMEMBER ANYTHING) .

started rereading The Ballad Of Songbirds and Snakes a couple of weeks ago ahead of the movie coming out at the end of this year but never got the chance to finish it so ill have to get on that too.

also dracula ive been reading as well but more on that the next section.

current obsession: re:dracula is the first that comes to mind im so bloody invested in jonathan's wellbeing and his relationship wiht mina and the whole story its insane . i should read more older books its good . re;dracula DOES SUCH A GOOD JOB AT SUCKING YOU INTO THE STORY THE VOICE ACTORS REALLY MADE IT FOR ME i just cant with ti it makes me so bloody happy!! Renfield's voice actor is a standout for me everytime he's there i just have to pause and stare at a wall. also jonathan's actor as well hes SO GOOD i was geniunly worried about jonathan not sending me voicemails into my phone i was THAT endeared to him

besides that PLAY IT BY EAR the musical improv show by dropout is also a obsession of mine i cannot with their talent. the MUSIC so good i want to play it all the bloody time . i am in absolute awe in the performers ability to create a story and TIE IT ALL TOGHETER SO WELL like every piece of information is used whether you expect it or not . DN THE BAND OH GOD I DONT KNOW HOW THEY SO IT THE MUSIC IS SO FUN AND CREATIVE AND FITS THE MOOD AND MADE UP ON THE SPOT???!!! HOW I DONT KNOW (if u ask me who my favourite guest star is at the moment its ross byant hes an absolute delight whenever he is on a d20 show- the improvised shakespear episode blew my mind)

anway THIS SI LONGGGGGGGG soz

no pressure tags: @filmloser04 @mistichallow @charlies-a-thief

@literallymahir @quotidian-oblivion @monochrome-anomaly @suksiili @miseria-fortes-viros and anyone else that wants to join!!!! (you dont have to do a brain dump like me i always go overboard)

[27-royal-teas]

hiii do you wanna talk about any of your WIPs? your writing is really good, I'd love to hear what you've been thinking about lately if you want to share

YES OMG. currently im immersed in working on a fanfic of @/silvernyxa’s pjofob au— its one of my FAVORITE THINGS EVER and she has so much lore for it, every time i see it it makes me so happy— it’s basically fob but percy jackson ified. it’ll be great. currently im not writing it on a linear timeline like i normally do im writing it in scene bursts that im interested in that way ill (hopefully) keep up the motivation to actually yk, finish it. it’ll be multichaptered, with slash, but the ships definitely aren’t the main part of the story— it’ll be more gen than anything. im not gonna spoil it bc. yeah. but once i get enough to have abt half the fic written ill start posting it!!! in the meantime go check out nyxa’s pjofob tag, all her stuff is so so good.

other than that— I’m a bit one-track-mind rn— ive been working on my red thread au, which im definitely not gonna finish, but it’s still fun; the reincarnation au, which im still figuring out the logistics of, and an analysis essay of how Folie and Stardust are sister albums and also rock operas, which I work on whenever I’m bored and focused. ive been pretty busy lately, and since I switched semesters I don’t get as much classtime to write anymore (very sad) and my schedule is only gonna pick up, so probably no new fics for a bit :(( I’m so so so glad and honored you liked my writing enough to ask me about it, though!!! it makes me so happy that you decided to pop into my inbox :33

[crimeronan]

oh i really relate to your reply on why i Did Not like the way the themes of chronic illness continued in greywaren, i did not like the "resolution" of everything is great now and cured. and i am NOT blaming stief here at all, but i remember her saying (wish i could find that post or article) how she rewrote/changed a lot of the themes of dreamer trilogy midway through the series because she felt really hopeless through cdth but then by mi, when she started actually finding a way to address her illness, she felt that she wanted a different more quote unquote hopeful ending where the Big Bad COULD be permanently banished because she had believed she could never get her life back and now she could , and that's cool that's a move i totally respect we all have diff experiences with chronic illness so this is not discourse, but yeah. i think as someone who hasnt "got my life back" and probably never will so to speak, it was jarring (and this is just me, not on her: upsetting) to see it totally wrapped up with a nice little bow with no one ever suffering from nightwash or whatever, but i guess i understand why she'd want to write and finish it up more hopefully! I t IS her story in the end (and the wider more toxic fandom probably didnt help, she was sick of it and maybe the discourse that would erupt and i respect that)

yeah for real. lots of factors at play for why greywaren did not fully do it for me even though i do love so so much of the book. i may be slightly less charitable than you bc i'm kinda like okay, congrats on your new boundless energy, was there a Reason you couldn't put any of that energy toward the characters... having the actual fights and negotiation and catharsis that.... they.... needed?? cause i do that for fun for free writing fanfic of your characters with a lot less energy available to me. and you did introduce these chronic illness themes yourself like you did set this up even if you no longer relate to your main cast. like did you really really Really hate telling this story because it?? feels?? like you really really really hated telling this story?? and wanted to be done and didn't.... care.... how that was achieved?

but then i remember how ronanessy went and i'm like. long exhale. alright. the stief brilliance is still in there. when greywaren dont got me i know ronanessy and adansey got me. my shining beacons my perfect light in the darkness theyre brilliant forever AMEN 🙏🙏🙏

[helvelloides]

WRITEBLR RE-INTRO

Hi everyone! It’s Andie here! Been awhile since I made something like this. So, I figured that, seeing as I’m trying to be a little bit more active in the community now, I should probably tell you guys a bit about myself and my current wips!

Like I said, I’m Andie. I’m 20 y/o, and I use they/them pronouns. Fun fact about me, I have seven cats and I love them so much, even when they’re actively ruining my life.

I write a mix of fanfiction and original fic (although right now I’m focusing predominantly on the fanfic side of things.) And here are some of the things I’m really into -->

HORROR!! HORROR HORROR HORROR!! I love the spooks. I love the scares. I love the psychological aspects. I love big scary monsters. I love it when the monster was yourself all along. Just don’t talk to me about mental illness in horror bc that upsets me greatly.

Speaking of horror, I mentioned in the above, but I love big, scary monsters. Especially if they’re not actually as scary as they may initially appear. Big scary monsters, my beloveds. If I could kiss them all on the mouth (with their consent) I would.

I love magic. Not necessarily a big high fantasy fan, but I love magic in other things. I love seeing different magic systems, I always think they’re just so cool.

Soft, cheesy romance. I’m not ashamed to admit it. I’m basic as fuck. I enjoy mediocre rom-coms ft. two conventionally attractive white leads every now and then. Deep in my heart, underneath all the big, scary monsters and pure, unfiltered rage, I am a sucker for a good romance.

[Talk about my wips under the cut]

ORIGINAL:

The Infected Woods: A fun horror story about three boys who get lost in the woods, and the one girl who’s determined to find them. Currently on hiatus, though I’m hoping to work on it again in the near future.

FANFICTION:

A Man of Mostly Bones: For all you Bones fans still out, I bring you my season 3 Bones rewrite ft. my own ocs for your viewing pleasure. It’ll hopefully one day be part of a larger series where I rewrite the rest of the series, but for rn I’m starting with one season. Currently in the first draft.

Tyrants WIP: A Power Rangers Jungle Fury fanfic that I’ve talked about a handful of times of my blog now, and plan on talking about a lot more, so I figure it deserves a spot on the post for the amount of brain rot it gives me. Currently in the first draft. (Main Project rn)

If you’ve read all the way through this, and are interested in what you see, consider giving me a follow! Also, thank you for taking the time out of your day to listen to my rambling. I really appreciate it.

*Scurries back into the shadows*

[viktors-simp]

Whatever it takes

This is the first fanfiction I’ve ever actually written so I’m nervous about posting it but hopefully some people enjoy it! It is a bit shorter than some other fics on here since I haven’t gotten into a good fanfic writing rhythm yet. Thank you to the anon who requested an angst, hurt/comfort fic, I hope you enjoy this.

Pairing: Viktor x GN Reader, established relationship

Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, talk of death and illness, mentions of bad eating and sleeping habits, mentions of doctors and hospitals

Word count: ~2k 

Summery: After Viktor ends up in the hospital you have to deal with the feelings that come up with it and hope there is a way to save him from his fate.

It was late when you had gotten the news, much too late for anyone to be awake but you had experiments to work on and things to do. None of that of course mattered now not with Viktor sick and laying in that hospital bed. You arrived shortly before Jayce, running as soon as that young intern had come to inform you of what happened. 

So far you have spent the past hour holding Viktor’s hand and mentally kicking yourself. Why did you not see this happening? You knew Viktor had started looking worse, you knew you should have forced him to sleep more and yet you didn’t. You let this happen, Viktor could have gotten help a lot sooner but you weren’t paying enough attention. 

Of course you are equally as mad at Jayce, where had he been? He was the person who knew Viktor the best, much to your disliking most of the time. He should have seen this too, he should have known and more importantly, where the hell was he when Viktor collapsed? Viktor spent days in that lab trying to figure out Hextech, why was Jayce not putting in the same effort?

Your thoughts of how much you wanted to scream and yell at both yourself and Jayce were interrupted when Viktor’s hospital door opened. You turned to see Jayce, looking panicked and frankly looking like a mess. “What happened? Is he alright?” he quickly asked, worry evident on his face.

 “I don’t know yet, no one has told me anything” you replied, squeezing Viktor’s hand a bit tighter. Jayce came over and sat down on the other chair in the room, definitely not missing the slightly dirty look you shot at him as he did so. Both of you sat there, in a silence filled with unspoken worry and anger, just waiting for Viktor to wake up or for some sign that he was going to be alright. 

When the doctor came in about half an hour later both you and Jayce were quick to your feet. There was a part of you that held onto a bit of hope, despite all the signs, that this was due to lack of sleep or unhealthy eating habits, anything that can be fixed with some work. Of course that wasn’t the case though, deep down you knew that, and the doctor only gave you further confirmation. You truthfully blanked out most of what he was saying, not being able to focus on any words after “If we are being generous, the amount of time he has left is about…” the rest of the words fading away no matter how hard you tried to concentrate on them. 

Once the doctor had left the room Jayce sat back down, head in his hands and that is when you turned to him. Mustering your voice and willing yourself to speak “Where were you?” you asked, anger sneaking into your tone. He looked at you, confused for a moment. “What do you mean?” he replied not picking up on your rage quite yet. “I mean Jayce, where the hell were you? Why was Viktor working all night alone? Why did you, his closest friend, not see this happening? You have been running around doing all of your ‘Counselor’ duties but what about your commitment to Viktor? Does he just not mean anything to you anymore?” Your voice rising to almost a yell at this point, the anger taking hold of you. 

Jayce stood, clearly taken aback by this outburst and you could see the hurt cross his face. If this had been about anything else you would have apologized already, feeling bad for causing him any pain. Not this time, this time it was about Viktor, the man you had fallen in love with and you would be damned if you were going to let Jayce get away from this without understanding what he did wrong. “I could ask you the same questions y/n.” his voice went cold with that statement. “You claim to be in love with him and yet you didn’t see that anything was wrong with him, you could have just as easily helped him but you didn’t so don’t you dare put all of the blame here on me.”

At that moment you glanced over at Viktor and saw his eyes start to flutter open. In an instant any anger or hate you were throwing at Jayce disappeared and when glancing back at him he seemed to have the same reaction. Quickly you leaned closer to Viktor taking his hand again and bringing the knuckles to your lips. He blinked up at you then at Jayce “Y/n… Jayce?” he said in a shaky tone. You sighed his name out in almost relief which was quickly cut short by Jayce speaking. “Viktor, the doctors, um, they said you’re….” his sentence trailing off at the end like he couldn’t bring himself to say it. 

Viktor looked down for a moment before looking back up at you, “How much time do I have?” he asked, the question hanging heavy in the air as you hadn’t heard the answer and Jayce couldn’t seem to bring himself to say it. For a moment you all just sat there, in that heavy silence before Jayce finally spoke up “Not long he said, but I should go get him, he can answer any questions you have.” He said getting up before quickly exiting the room. Viktor looked at you and it took everything to look back at him without bursting into tears. He lifted his other hand to wrap around yours, you hadn’t even realized how tight your grip on his hand had gotten, like you were afraid if you let go he would drift away. 

“Do I want to know what the yelling was about y/n?” Viktor asked after a moment. You just shook your head, not trusting your own voice and not wanting him to see that anger you held for Jayce. “You know you can tell me, I want to hear all of your thoughts, you know this” and with that you broke down, telling him about how upset you are with yourself and Jayce for not being able to help him sooner, for not seeing that something was wrong. He just laid there and listened for a bit, continuing to hold your hand as you sobbed about how much you hated that he was in this situation and how you could have helped him. 

After a while of this he spoke up, using a gentle calming tone in hopes of comforting you, “My dear, it isn’t yours or Jayce’s job to keep track of my health. I knew I was getting sick and I didn’t do anything to help myself, you cannot blame yourself or him for that. You both should work this out, I would hate to be gone and have you both at odds with each other.” You finally looked into his eyes, more tears welling up in your eyes “What do you mean by gone?” Panic rising in you as you held onto that word “You won’t be gone, we are going to fix this, we have to fix this, you can’t just… die.” That last word taking all of the effort you could muster just to say it. 

You looked at Viktor, hoping he would say something like ‘I won’t die’ or anything to put your mind at ease, but he just shook his head. “My dear, as hard as it may be, you have to look at the facts, you are a scientist, you have a wonderful mind, you know as well as I do that this isn’t going to end well for me.” With that you stood up, shaking your head. You know his words are true, but you weren’t ready to accept that. To see how quickly he seemed to come to terms with it broke you a bit inside, how could he be so okay with this, with leaving you? 

Jayce finally came back into the room with the doctor and as soon as they did you left, not listening as you heard Jayce calling your name. You walked and you didn’t stop, not until you were back in your room, the door closed. As soon as you heard the click from the door, you broke down, sobbing into your hands. Screaming at the sky, the universe, at anything that might be able to hear you. Screaming that this wasn’t fair, that if it wanted someone to take it could have you or Jayce, anyone that wasn’t Viktor. 

In the time he was at the hospital you had come by everyday, only ever entering his room when he was sleeping, you didn’t think you could handle looking into his eyes. He had been released after a few days and you had spent a good amount of time avoiding him. That was until Jayce came to find you one day. “Y/n!” he called as he chased after you down a hallway. “Please just listen to me, you have to go see him” he said, grabbing your arm to turn you towards him. “Why? So he can tell me about how he is going to die soon? I’d rather not hear it.” you yanked your arm away from his grasp, ready to start walking away until he stepped in front of you. “I spoke to him. On that ledge, the same one I was on… y/n please, I know you are hurt but he can’t do this, not without you.” that chipped away at any resistance you had left. Jayce told you where to find him and you took off.

Arriving at the door of Viktor’s room you stopped and just stood there for a moment. Trying to gather all the willpower you had to knock on the door. Before your knuckles could even make contact with the wood it swung open. Standing before you was Viktor, looking rougher than he had before his visit to the hospital, and in that moment you were filled with regret. You had run away when he needed you, been selfish and avoided him, you honestly wouldn’t be surprised if he shut the door in your face and never spoke to you again. Instead you were met with arms wrapping around you in a tight embrace, the sound of his cane hitting the floor. On instinct almost you returned his embrace and you could feel the tears threatening to pour out as you held each other. 

After a moment of standing there, Viktor let go and offered you to come inside, you accepted, bending over to pick up his cane and handing it back to him. As you walked in you headed to a set of chairs sitting at a small table at one end of the room. You both sat and held each other's hands for a moment, just enjoying being together for the time being. He finally spoke up once you had seemed to calm down a bit, no longer on the brink of crying. “I want you to know, I am going to fix this. I know someone in the undercity, I believe he can help me.” he said the words gently like he wanted to make sure you understood what he was saying. Looking up at him with hope in your eyes you nodded, “Whatever it takes Viktor, just please make sure you don’t leave me” you all but begged. You meant it, whatever it took to make sure he wasn’t going to die. “I promise, I won’t leave you, no matter what it takes.”

[onlyonewoman]

If any of my lovely, amazing, just rays of sun in human-shaped form readers of any of my ongoing fics are wondering, I just want to say that I’m in a period of weariness right now, having had a bit extra to deal with for a couple of weeks, hence my inspo hasn’t been what I want it to be. So, if you happen to be one of my awesome readers of  “Cold War”, “Candied Apple Of My Eye”, “Nourishment For A Hungry Heart”, “Modern Yi City 4-clover of Domestic Disgustoids” or “Someone Save Xie’Er”, I just want to tell you how much I love your comments, encouragement and just absolutely smashing support and tell you that: - since I’m autistic and often hyperfixate on one thing, it’s a reoccuring thing for me to seemingly “forget” a story/series I’m not currently happily drowning in - sometimes answering comments requires “comment answering inspo” and it doesn’t always align with writing inspo - my spouse has been ill - nothing serious at all and they’re fine now! - for a while and that has meant I’ve had to take on more things to do at home and running all the errends during a few weeks, which has lead to a decrease of energy for my autistic brain - I’ve just started work again after my vacation and while I’m lucky enough to actually love my work, it’s also quite heavy and requires a lot of my energy and I’m surely not the only one to get a bit of start-up-after-vacation soreness (mine is both mental and physical) before getting used to the every-day-routine again So while it’s probably not even necessary and surely not required to give anyone who didn’t ask for it a litany of reasons as to why a fanfic writer isn’t currently up to date the way they would like to be, telling you this still makes my autistic brain feel more at ease, which hopefully leads to my writing/reading/comment inspo returning quicker.  All the love!

[smellslikemultifandomimagines]

Yeahh honestly it is, kinda feel bad for actually not thinking it through and how normalized it is now

And yeah you’re good! I get that, I feel like you are more inclined to thinking about it because of how often it’s probably discussed in what you’re taking up!

You’re honestly doing such a great job on it so I appreciate you incorporating it into your fics and everything and for this little talk to! (Also hopefully you could still do part of the request minus the trauma?)

no it's literally no worries at all. It's been so ingrained in fanfic culture for so long, it's really hard to be educated on this, ya know - or even aware. This is (in my opinion) where schools fail in that, stuff like that shouldn't be romanticised and have that conversation early. Being 20 years old and literally growing up in the era of 'kidnapping' tropes / general romanticising of mental illness, it's only taken me only now to realise and reflect that that type of trope is not okay??

So when no one is having / starting the conversation, no one will not only be aware of these issues, but i think the cycle continues where younger audiences are writing and consuming that sort of stuff. So being in a position where I have somewhat of an audience (that includes minors, i'm aware), i have a responsibility (as should all fanfic writers) to really, again, have those open and respectful conversations✨

but also ahah yeah it's no issue at all, i'm more than happy to write it 🥰