#and by the time I wrote 5K words on it

[bonebrokebuddy]

Aw man, just reread my document I wrote on my speculation on how the metagene works & how modern DC could rewrite it to being a result of retroviruses & transposons and man, I really wish I finished that post.

Unfortunately, the reason I stopped was explaining it all down to the point where someone with little genetic knowledge could still understand it proved to be too lengthy and long winded of a task.

Maybe one day I’ll pour myself back into research & finish that speculative paper. Bc I had a whole fun idea that relied on that background information that was about the Daily Planet reporting on the discovery of an entire city of metas with similar meta abilities. The town faced such high levels of radiation and contamination, only the population with the meta gene survived:(

#The meta ability was just super perfect cell replication. #No changes outward. They appear perfectly normal #to be clear. ppl still age. the power is just that their cells are super good at replicating the way they’re meant to #Zero chance of tumors or damaged DNA due to the radiation because their meta ability just resumes them to their previous state. #the city blows up afterward in the news cycle due to people trying to go there so they don’t die from cancer. #and don’t have a risk of cancer BUT THE CITY IS STILL IRRADIATED AS HELL AND THE PPL THAT ENTER CANNOT LEAVE #DUE TO THEM BECOMING SO RADIOACTIVE THEYRE A HAZARD TO BE CLOSE TO WITHOUT PPE #i just thought it was such a fun idea and me being me I overthink the shit outta things & made it super long and overcomplicated #because I wanted people to also learn what retroviruses & transposons were bc they’re cool as hell #and by the time I wrote 5K words on it #I didn’t want to take the shortcut and just embed other ppl’s videos explaining it bc I had already put too much effort into it #for me to delete that research #bones speaks #the cause? the city was built ontop a large kryptonite meteor. #and someone (cough cough LexCorp. but no one actually has enough legal proof to say it’s them) #and when it’s investigated. it appears that someone (cough cough LexCorp. there’s not any legal proof that can pin it on them. #so lexcorp once again escapes scott free without evidence of villany) #has been digging tunnels under the city and excavating it. the excavation not following proper mining protocols caused the city’s ground #and water supply to become extremely irradiated to the point where it’s like when ppl were just eating & drinking uranium products. #actually imma stop myself here & make this it’s own post #anyways. the radioactive bit gets figured out due to the poorly constructed tunnels collapsing and the city conducting an investigation #leading to a ‘oh shit. the Geiger counter is saying this sinkhole is Super radioactive.’ #to ‘HOLY SHIT THATS THE ENTIRE TOWN’ #to ‘wait fuck how are we still alive? to ‘a weirdly high percentage of folks in the town had metagenes so not a super significant amount #of ppl has died from abnormal lookin cancer.’ to ‘oh my god everyone that doesn’t have the meta gene here is slowly dying get them Out Now’ #bones writes in the tags #anyways. that’s kinda the story #I’ll rewrite the tags into a proper post and see if I can revise it so my paper isn’t needed to make some plot points work #bc it’s a Far simpler explanation than the one I wrote in the doc so I’ll base it off of this version instead

[zannolin]

VERY PROUD YOU GOT YOUR FIC DONE ZANNA

THANK U STELLA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! it was rough going like. behold my writing tracker for this experience:

y'all who have been here long enough know this is Not normal behavior for me. 2k+ for so many days....it was an Ordeal. and i am so happy with how it turned out but i think i need to sleep, like, forever now.

#answered asks #nookscorner #columns are date - words written - fic the words are written for btw #and this is actually not the entire thing i wrote like 5k of this in april #it was a time.....

[insane-weasel]

I think as writers we should hold funerals for our WIPs more often.

Dearly beloved, gather us here today where this fic of some middle-aged man getting rawdogged and this other fanfic about the importance of friendship are laid to rest, because the author got really distracted playing that new video game.

We celebrate what could have been, cut-and-recycle those really good lines or ideas, because I swear I'm going to use them, I swear! And drag this poor document not to the great recycling bin or trash, but to the "graveyard" folder because sometimes I like to commune with the dead.

#fanfic #Writing #I just had to throw out 5k words of a one shot over something I can't change/control but I never delete old WIPs #I do just put them in a folder and still backup that folder with my other files #Yes some of my earlier ideas were horrendous but also there's a part of me still there in each of them #Sometimes it's less about the writing and more about who I was I want to sometimes revisit #Who was the teen girl writing gore at 15 and what would she think of today's writing #Who was the insecure fearful loveless boy who over expressed his masculinity online and wrote tough lonely guy characters #I don't want to be them anymore but when I hate myself sometimes it's nice to read what I've written #You hear the problems you never thought youd overcome in the author notes or in the subject and those fears and pain #You also see the first time you wrote a subject #I wish I hadn't deleted lots of my writing from when I was very young #Some I did because it legitimately could cause or encourage harm if left online #But I think I always smile when I see the old “this year is 8th grade” because by golly #Still think it's hilarious I got really into writing in middle school because I was jealous of someone else's writing ability in 6th grade #I can remember the exact moment I looked at my 2 page story and was filled with jealousy because they wrote 12 pages and my story felt so.. #I remember going home and going 'i know I can write something good!' and people will like it! #And then like while looking for some place to upload writing I found fanfic

[butterfilledpockets]

The spaceship name has been on my mind for your B.E.N.T comic. What about “Tempest” or “The Tempest” or “Tempest Glade”?

I think the definition of the word might work with your comic mood and even the spaceship appearance.

Super excited to see where the comic goes!

my fellas, my pal, my buddy

you've uprooted my english nerd self with mention of "Tempest" I am the most autistic motherfucker about literature

it is a curse. never ask me about english literature. I will explode

I fucking love the idea of the Tempest,,, I actually my use that-

you knowthat big ass galaxy/all consuming hole under the ship?

I dub it The Tempest (which would make a lot more sense if I disclosed exactly what this was)

#ask butter #b.e.n.t spaceship time #I actually wrote a 5k word analysis of a scene from teh tempest once in one sitting #the sutism won that day #the whole reason I picked back up tumblr originally was for dracula daily

[cloud-somersault]

i haven't really written...shadowpeach fluff. like, extensively where it's just them together without interruptions or plot points. ...

i feel like if i did that, the fandom would implode

#like can u imagine #if i decided to write like. fic about them having a picnic #and it was pure fluff the whole time with no plot? #i mean i can't do that...sorry to say #there's gotta be something else going on to stimulate my mind #and also for longevity #and dialogue. they're going to run out of things to realistically say after a certain amount of time #so plot is important for keeping interest + keeping things moving #not that they don't have a lot to catch up on #but with shadowpeach..it's very easy for things to go south #like one wrong word and macaque is out of there #even if it's established relationship...i dunno. he wouldn't leave #but he might play a prank or they might...liek change the setting so it wouldn't be a picnic for long like #like if i wrote a shadowpeach “date” there'd have to be somethng more to it #to make it...have that “oomph” #if it's pure fluff it's not gonna be more than 5k

[unbreakabledawn]

WIP Wednesday - Superbat edition: “Tidal Lock”

i survived ✨exam szn✨ and i'm excited to Sleep and Write (hopefully). “Tidal Lock” (tentative title) is a multi-chapter Superbat fic that sees Bruce and Clark in the start of their newly established romantic relationship. dating is hard enough on its own, not to mention the added difficulty of vigilantism, hero work, and all the other intricacies of Bruce Wayne’s and Clark Kent’s complex lives. these two lovesick idiots are very determined to make it work, though. it goes pretty well. maybe too well? due to to some unforeseen complications they have Kryptonian biology to thank for, Bruce and Clark have to deal with more than they bargained for.

i hope to to start posting soon, BUT i really think it would benefit from a second/third set of eyes first, so if this fic sounds interesting to you and you’d like to beta (no prior experience needed) or you’d like more info before deciding, please let me know! my DMs are open here or i can be reached on discord @ ziranos

(fic excerpt at 1k words, rated T for references to canon-typical violence)

Frankly, it had been the best first date of Bruce Wayne’s life, though he regrets the circumstances that had led up to it. Because if it hadn’t been for Clark’s near-death experience, they might not ever have made it to a first date. It was not the first time he had nearly died, or the second, or the third—Bruce has lost count at this point, but it is undoubtedly the closest he’d been in recent memory. Which is a little absurd when you consider that Clark had actually and literally died once, but they had been so young then, not as close, and too dumb. And Clark had come back, that was an important detail to remember. 

Bruce had probably been harsher than he should have been, swearing and yelling where he had leaned over Clark, both hands at the kryptonite knife in his chest. It was a serrated blade, and he knew for every second he hesitated the mineral was seeping into Clark’s body, killing his cells with painful intensity. The knife was wickedly sharp and cut through the gauntlet when he gripped the blade with one hand and the handle with the other, to pull it out as straight as possible. 

It had torn an agonized scream from Clark’s lungs, wet from the blood in his throat and mouth, when Bruce yanked the knife out in one swift and sure motion and tossed it as far away as he possibly could. He pressed against the hole in Clark’s chest to staunch the bleeding from the wound that was already trying to close—the only vaguely fortunate thing about that hellish day had been the weather and the merciless rays of the sun bearing down upon them in the middle of the ruined street in uptown Metropolis. But Clark still needed the kryptonite residue rinsed from his system and to be put in a sunbed as fast as possible.

Clark was coughing up blood, delirious from K-exposure and his unfamiliarity with pain, weakly trying to lift a hand to where Bruce’s hands pushed at his chest, smeared with both their blood. The biohazardous implications were lost on him because he had, for the briefest moment, thought that this was it, that this was the last time he’d see the life in Clark’s eyes and hear the breaths in his chest, as much as they struggled.

But Clark was as stubborn at living as he was at everything else. After he’d been cleared from the medbay, their argument had been as vicious as it was habitual, something about unnecessary risks and recklessness. Bruce had said a lot of things, none of which he could remember, because he had felt Clark’s blood grow dry and tacky on his ruined gloves and on the exposed skin of his fingers before he could wash it off, and he couldn’t hear his own voice over the memory of Clark’s panicked breathing and the gurgle of blood in his throat.

Later that night, he’d gone to Clark’s apartment to apologize. Instead, he’d yelled at him, kissed him, and asked him out (not necessarily in that order). Clark had inexplicably said yes and kissed him back. Bruce was a little fuzzy on the details. That might have been the kissing, or he might just have been losing his mind a little.

He never did apologize. Maybe he should. At the time he’d been blinded by the fear of almost having lost Clark, so struck by the realization that he could not actually go another fucking second without Clark knowing how Bruce felt about him, without having him. Because if Clark had died, he’d have died without knowing, and Bruce would have had to live the rest of his life with the crushing regret of everything that he now knew he could have with him.

And here’s Clark now, sneaking in through the window of Bruce’s office like some teenager past curfew, clad in creased red plaid and with his hair tousled by flight, arms full of—pie forms? He glides over to press a kiss to Bruce’s temple, followed by a waft of cinnamon and caramelized sugar. There’s the smell of baked apples and spices he recognizes as Martha Kent’s apple pie recipe.

“What is that?” Bruce says, trying not to be too obvious in staring at the exposed skin above Clark’s collar and the way the muscles of his throat flex when he pulls away and straightens.

“Dessert. It’s called pie. Hello to you, too.”

“Alfred’s cooking, you didn’t need to bring anything.”

“Yes, Alfred is cooking for a near dozen people, most of which are at peak physical condition. I asked him if I could bring anything, because I am a nice dinner guest. Well, I first asked if I could help cook, and he very politely told me to stay out of his kitchen.”

That does sound like Alfred, and Bruce’s alarm rapidly increases. “Since when do you and Alfred talk behind my back.”

“Hmm. How long have you and I known each other? I’ll go drop these off downstairs,” he says, a sunny smile on his face, before disappearing out the door.

What a worrying development. Bruce is not at all interested in learning about the combined capabilities of those two. He should go downstairs and intercept Clark, as soon as—

Bruce blinks down at his paperwork. He’s barely gotten through the first report, lost in thought as he’s been. Well, they’re papers, they’re not going anywhere.

Especially not when Clark reappears in the doorway, relaxed and casual in the way he’s obviously casing Bruce like a particularly enticing appetizer. He strolls over, keen gaze pinning Bruce to his chair.

“Dinner will be a while,” Clark says and spins Bruce’s chair around so he can lean over him with his hands on the armrests. “I have a few ideas on how to pass the time.”

“Do you, now,” Bruce says, appreciating the slow smile that spreads across Clark’s face, a smile that widens to full radiance once Clark hears what Bruce’s heart does at the sight. He leans in with a kiss that tastes sweet in a way that has nothing to do with Martha Kent’s pie, warm and soft against Bruce’s mouth.

“Lock the door and tell me about these ideas of yours,” Bruce murmurs.

#apparently i get very inspired when i’m stressed so knowing my luck i’ll write two sentences over christmas break now that i actually have #the time to write. meanwhile i wrote 5k+ words while i was supposed to be reading up on particle physics #dawn post #dawn wip #my fic #fan fic #fan fiction #wip wednesday #superbat #dc #bruce wayne #clark kent #dawn's tidal lock

[bewilderedbuck]

opening the second chances fic doc after barely writing anything this week and remembering why i was so stuck :) sigh :) i absolutely love trying to connect little bits and pieces of unfinished scenes that are written out of order :))) why am i like this :))))))

#also worrying with how im formatting this fic. bc it goes back and forth between 1989/1990 and 1997. often. #and im like hm. maybe. maybe thats not good. maybe i go back and forth too much. #but as the fic goes on we'll be getting fewer 1989/90 scenes and the 1997 scenes will get longer....but idk #just worrying abt the pacing and the format/structure and worrying that the way it is now is gonna make it hard to read #but also this is a silly little fic that im writing for fun in my free time so like. i can do whatever i want ig #also where is the spencer that once cranked out 13k words in 5 days. am i back to the spencer who takes ten months to write 10k words..... #bc thats how long it took me to write my chaptered benvi fic but i wrote my [redacted] fic in FIVE DAYS. a chapter a day!!! #this is gonna be a oneshot which the longest oneshot ive written is 5k and this one im hoping to get closer to 8k-10k with it #maybe longer if it needs to be idk. we shall see #anyways. back to writing the mike/joyce scene even tho im lowkey dreading it & getting secondhand anxiety from my own writing lol #s.txt

[colorisbyshe]

i now have four pages of ao3 authors muted. this feature rly is a life saver i went on some of these authors pages and they’ve written 10-100+ fic just in that one fandom??? some of them have written HUNDREDS of fic, tho mostly spread out over multiple fandoms

it feels like self defense muting some of these authors

#most of the more profilic ones were mostly writing shorter fic #so i didn’t stumble onto most of them #because i automatically filter out sub-5k works #but like… jesus christ #saw one page where someone wrote 500 THOUSAND words in fic #pls spend that time going to a creative writing class

[tackytigerfic]

You write everyday and you say your mojo isnt there? Everyday is incredible no matter how fast or slow you might be. Are you writing any in particular or just general/various things?

Thank you so much for this message, Anon, and sorry for the late reply.

Yes, I do write every day, but to be honest it's inevitably a bit rubbish. Most of the time I can't write until evening time, and by then I'm always exhausted and slow and sloppy. i'm a morning person so really would prefer to get up earlier and write then, but that wouldn't work in my living set-up! Sometimes I get 50 words of shite written, sometimes i get 500 words... I always ALWAYS try to write something in a day, even if it's literally two sentences in a doc on my phone. In fact, more often than not atm it is just two shitty sentences on my phone, and that probably won't change for for the foreseeable due to real life stuff.

I do make myself write everyday, but only because I am naturally not a very disciplined person, and I really want to keep myself in the habit. Plus not being a fast writer, I have to take the slow and steady approach in order to accomplish anything! I've been writing for four years now and I'm learning to accept that i'll never be able to knock out the hefty word counts fast, or dip in and out of loads of projects. I'll just have to plod along with my little gdocs and hope it gets done eventually!

Re. projects - I am mainly working on my long WIP which I post about under this tag - I sometimes have to take breaks from it as spending so long on it (nearly two years now) means that i do get bogged down sometimes. When that happens I tend to write a short piece just to shake my brain up. (Did i mention i just posted a new short? No? Oh well... 😂)

I am also concentrating on a big original writing project which is very exciting but much, much more difficult than writing fic (imo) and I spend a lot of time psyching myself up to that. It also has to take priority atm so fic is like my holiday from that. My rule for myself is that once I get 500 words of that written, I am free to delve into my fic writing! It's a good approach (a bit like Harry in WWPWCS promising himself an ice-cream if he gets his paperwork done). That depends on having the time for that though—some days i know i won't manage many words, so on those days I just make sure I write anything I can, however that works. I have to be v gentle with myself because i'm an emotional writer and any stress just shuts me down.

#that was interesting to think about #thank you anon #lovely people being lovely #i am always interested in people's processes #i wonder do the big word count fast writer types find writing hard #or does it just flow for them #i wrote that little short i mention in a matter of hours btw #which has only ever happened once in the past before #v unusual for me #and it felt so good #do some people get that feeling every time they write? #lucky ducks if so! #normally 3k takes me a week and expands to 5k anyway 😂

[wlfpet]

need the inspo to go into my scrap bin and finish this college au jock!abby x virgin!reader fic

#got tripped up on the logistics of being in your 20s and playing 7m in heaven but #but I wrote the nastiest toe curling pussy eating and then said fuck it because I got frustrated with how the exposition was going #might release it in its unedited form because I spent too much time writing it #tiki just saying shit #that shit was like 5k words and i gave it up ;w;

[seveneyesoup]

i’ve GOTTA start writing shorter segments

#remember when i wrote like. you know. 2-5k bits #now i Cannot seem to write shorter than like #6000 words #wtf #i should just write a couple bonus episodes #silly fun times #hm

[quaranmine]

stares uneasily at the ibw outline document. i have to do housekeeping.

#aka i have to revisit the plot/outline for chapter 5 and beyond #to account for the differences between expected product and actual product #(aka me changing things as i go little by little) #i also need to gather my episode references for chapter six/seven #so that i can work on them while i am gone for a week at christmas! #i doubt i will have reliable wifi/cell service but i DO know i will be in vehicles for significant periods of time lol #without any. um. distractions i am actually quite good at writing #(wrote like 5k words of IBW already while on a plane)

[six-demon-bag]

two milestones!!!

#i only needed like 5k words to break 500k but then i went and wrote like 14k about schmidt #good times #ao3 #fic #sixdemon nonsense

[mooniekive]

I was todays years old when I found out drabbles are supposed to be 100 words 💀

#like what… #the first time I heard of such a thing as a drabble was in this fandom and it was of a 1k words fic so I started calling drabbles #anything i wrote less than 5k words 💀 #and I know I get carried away with drabbles 😭 #I don’t shut up #moon talks

[earthbender]

There’s really only 3 pages on AO3 for a character I like y’all really gonna make commit to and write fanfiction & attempt to PUBLISH it for the first in over a decade huh

#I really said fine I’ll do it myself and wrote 5k words of drafting last night #gonna be a wait until I write a butt ton and clean it up so I’ll have a back log #between full time work & study too #idc I’m desperate for content and I know some of y’all are too #yes it’s the last kingdom #yes it’s osferth smh #there’s even a fucking overarching plot fuck you #tlk #osferth

[pluviophile-imagines]

Have I ever told y’all that my first foray into reader insert fic was a Dipper Pines x reader one-shot book on Wattpad

#pattering on the roof #i am unashamed of my past I was 14 and I censored the bad words and I aged all the chars up to 16 if there was 🫣 kissing 😳 #and I���d link the book but I deleted my whole Wattpad acct like five yrs ago :( #i probably wrote like 15 one-shots??? #it was rlly popular #(for the time & genre anyway) #(I’m p sure Wattpad and reader inserts r far more popular nowadays but 5k comments was nothing to scoff about at the time)