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Writing a fic when you're uninspired:

*writes half a sentence* *checks tumblr; no updates* *checks discord; all servers; no updates* *goes back to doc* *re-reads last three sentences* *removes last half sentence written* Hmm I want some tea ... *makes tea* *checks tumblr again; one new post* *checks discord; all servers; no updates* *checks four latest opened tabs* *remembers an old fandom you haven't thought of in years; goes to AO3 to see if there are any good fics for it* *opens three new fic tabs* *remembers that you're supposed to be writing* *writes a sentence* I'm kinda hungry ... *checks cupboards and fridge for snacks* *remembers that it's ten pm and you shouldn't snack at this hour* *remembers that you made tea; it is now cold* *drinks cold tea* *re-reads last three sentences* *checks tumblr; no updates* *checks discord; all servers; no updates* *in desperation, checks twitter; it is a cesspool of evil so you check tumblr again; one update* *reblog* Hmm, I have too many tabs open ... *opens a random tab; it is a 70K fic with 1K worth of tags that you last visited three months ago* *reads fic* Four hours later: ... I should go to bed. *closes doc* Total words written: 44

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occasional posts from users

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had a dream where i logged in to ao3 and saw this

so i'm manifesting it for every author who sees this

likes charge reblogs cast, rb to wish kudos and comments upon your favorite fics

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like matryoshka, one inside another inside another inside another.

Birthright, George Abraham // tumblr user dogsmouth // The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova: White Flock //Anne Carson, Nox // A Crash Course in Molotov Cocktails, Halyna Kruk // Herman Melville, from a letter to Nathaniel Hawthorne //tumblr user eridan-amporna // tumblr user boyflesher(deactivated) // For Your Own Good, Leah Horlick // Elizabeth Robinson, Brothers

#for future reference

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Carl Phillips, “In a Field, at Sunset”, Then the War: And Selected Poems, 2007-2020

#oh wow #for future reference

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sometimes the best fanfics are written by middle aged adults with years of writing experience who simply know how to craft a good story. but also sometimes the best fanfics are written by a sixteen year old girl with something deeply wrong with her

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You’ve heard of one shots, now get ready for none shots! It’s when you think of an idea for a fic and then don’t write it

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“I hope this email finds you well”

First of all the only emails that ever find me well are from AO3

#real

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unstoppable force (desire to write) vs immovable object (tired)

#tired + writer's block 🥲 #rip to my wips that haven't been touched since last month

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I will never understand A.I "artists". What do you feel when you get complimented for your "work"? Surely not pride. What is there to be proud of? You did nothing. You didn't plan it, sketch it, spend hours on it and trying to make sure it looked good, or got excited to make something you love You entered a few prompts and the final product that took a few seconds is likely stolen from a real artist, and those that do compliment you usually don't know it's A.I, then backtrack when they find out.

Like how could possibly consider yourself an artist in any way? You're not. Art is created by humans. A.I is just a copy, a weak imitation, a mishmash of things it scoured for online.

A.I art is not art, and A.I. artists are not artists.

The same applies to writing. That, too, is a form of art. You are not a writer. You didn't think of how you want the story to go. You didn't research to make sure what you wanted to write was accurate or to give a character or place a unique name. You didn't spend ages trying to get the scenes and dialogue just right, filled with passion about what you were creating

No, you entered a prompt in a generator that probably stole someone else's writing and claimed it as your own. You're not a writer. You're a fraud.

A.I is worthless. It is not art. It is not human.

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DONT BE AFRAID TO COMMENT ON OLD FICS DONT BE AFRAID TO COMMENT ON FICS IN A FANDOM THE AUTHOR MAY NO LONGER BE ACTIVE IN. IF THE STORY IS STILL UP LET THEM KNOW YOUR THOUGHTS IT MIGHT JUST BE THE REMINDER THAT MAKES THEIR DAY.

SINCERELY SOMEONE WHO JUST GOT A REPLY THAT MADE ME WANNA MAKE THIS POST

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A belated birthday gift for my dear @bloominqwarrior ; you deserve everything you want in this life and so much more 💖. I hope that it's been a month of joy and fulfillment for you, may this new year come with renewed purpose and open many new doors 💝.

Heavy raindrops tatter down on the tightly shut window in Mai Ling's suite, the curtains pulled back to allow the wisps of lightning into the room, and to remind her of the dark nights she spent without neither glass nor wood to shield her from the cold.

Li Yong's weighted embrace keeps her grounded in the moment, from getting lost in her mind as the hours pass in peaceful silence under the comforting fur of her bed. Head resting against her chest, he silently listens in on her heartbeat, a vulnerability only he is allowed to venture close enough to witness.

"You know, it was the American Double Seventh last week. They call it Valentine's, for their saint." Her voice barely rises over the audible wind's battering outside, Li Yong's deep inhale the only sign of having heard her soft whisper.

"You make it sound as if there was something to be done of it... Were more opium shipments required to meet the day's demand? Was there raucous on the street at night?" His face scrunches, trying to recall what could've happened, what they could've done wrong.

"No, that's not it... But..." Mai Ling keeps the irritation from her voice at his oblivious reaction. Never one for politics, her Li Yong, never one to catch the hidden meanings of things.

How is she to say this, without lessening her image? Deigning below her position?

"But all the women got flowers. Even here, in Chinatown. Some women bought their lovers gifts, some recieved. I overheard some at the market saying they were even given chocolate."

"Perhaps we ought to remind them of our heritage then. That just because we are on their land does not mean we must adopt their customs. Perhaps we can hold a festival on-"

"It can be our land, too. We built ourselves from nothing, we run businesses, keep the city alive; we are as American as any of them. Why shouldn't we celebrate the customs of the new land, as well as the old?" She hums, hand absently raking through his hair as the soft vibrations of her chest sound through his head.

He lets out a long breath, eyes shutting for stilted moments as he resists the urge to restart this argument, the wedge that stands between them as their different strategies set them apart. The yin and yang of each other, complete opposites, perfect complementaries.

"We mustn't have to take on their colors to get our rights. This place doesn't have to change us."

She rolls her eyes at his unyielding perseverance. His unmovable obstinacy is both his greatest strength, and most inimical weakness.

Li Yong suddenly chuckles in understanding, lifting his head from her chest to look up at her with a taunting grin.

"Unless... Does the great Mai Ling, head of the Long Zii tong, wish to be gifted flowers on the Americans' Qixi?" He chuckles harder at the light shove she gives him, further entertained by the irritated roll of her eyes.

"It would have been a nice gesture... I would not have objected to something of the sort..."

"You don't even like chocolate!" He's laughing out loud now, biting into his fist when she points a warning glance his way.

"I like other things..." She shrugs exasperatedly, turning to lie on her side and be done with this moment. He takes in her tolled stance, calming himself to lie next to her, engulfing her back into a steely embrace.

"Yes, I know all about them..." He whispers after a moment, but her breath has gone even, her soft features unmoving in the slivering moonlight.

Li Yong pulls her silky furs back over them, promising himself to ask for any fruit being brought over from the Mainland first thing in the morning, as well as finding flowers that might remind her of home.

#fic recs #<333

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A new story 🌚🌚

#fic recs

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This tweet totally describes me

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We’re fanfiction writers, of course:

We’re going to use song lyrics as titles.

We’re going to check for comments 30 seconds after we post something.

We’re going to have more WIPs than days of the week.

We’re going to use any excuse to post snippets.

We’re going to use ask box games to procrastinate.

We’re going to hype up our writer friends.

We’re going to scream, cry and throw up reading our friends’ work.

#the first one is so me core

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broken trust prompts ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

@celestialwrites for more!

♡ “never again, you hear me? never again!”

♡ “we’re stuck in this never ending loop, you keep coming back. just stop.” “stop what?” “coming back.”

♡ “you broke what i little i had to give!”

♡ “i wish i could trust you, love. i really do.”

♡ character waits all night with a prepared meal just for their s/o to never come back.

♡ “don’t you get it? you’re the reason i left!”

♡ “i just couldn’t stand there and watch.”

♡ character A finds character B’s letters…

♡ “i wish you never told me.”

♡ character B comes back into character A’s life after destroying A’s life years ago.

♡ “i never wanted this, and you know it!”

♡ character B turns out to be a spy for the opposite side of the war.

♡ “i can’t ever believe you.”

♡ making a promise to find each other again, but character B marries someone else.

♡ “i never wished for you to come back, in fact i hoped you wouldn’t.”

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#writing prompts