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olderthannetfic · 3 months

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Genuine question: what's the point of writing fanfic? As in, what's the purpose? No one in the fandom I'm in comments on fics and I even got told off by one person for doing so, as it "encourages bad writers and makes them think they're good". So it seems that it's a lot like book writing, where people work hard and are creative, but instead of getting paid and getting comments on the work, you just sit there silently hoping someone will press the kudos button and make a number go up. I feel like that time and work could be better spent on making something you might get some kind of profit off of. Don't get me wrong, I love doodling fanart, but I don't post it, as I'm aware that there's no point to doing so, and while it's a nice way to fill the time on a commute, it's not something that takes me as much time and effort as fanfic does. So... why do people bother? Sometimes I describe ideas I have and people I know in my fandom will tell me I should write it, but I don't see why. I get more interaction from just saying "imagine if [thing here]" than I would by sitting down, writing for hours, editing and posting [thing here], so what would the point be? I'm not punching down or going "haha women and their fanfic lol!", I genuinely do not get what the point is and this blog feels like it might have someone reading who knows the answer.

Do you make art for profit? Genuine question.

There's nothing inherently wrong with being motivated primarily by external factors, but it's not actually why a lot of people create things, whether it's books or recipes or doodles in a notepad.

I enjoy the actual process of writing.

I think many people lose sight of that aspect in an era where tons of <500-word fics that are mostly outlines and "Imagine if..." posts get disproportionate attention for being easy to consume. But the satisfaction of doing a bigger art piece and doing it right is real and motivates a hell of a lot of creation.

I suppose you might be thinking "Okay, but why not just write it alone and never post?", but I like sharing. Showing off my finished creation is part of the joy, and sharing with other people like me is too. But those aren't quite the same thing as worrying about kudos. It's like dressing nicely when you leave the house because you feel great when you know you look good vs. needing another person to tell you you look good.

To be honest, though, this type of feeling has grown in me the better I've gotten at a craft. The closer my finished projects get to the vision in my head, the easier it is to find them fulfilling and to be excited to share them. When I fall short of my own ambitions, it's discouraging no matter how much attention I might get from others.

I feel like it's time for my regular reblog of Adam Westbrook's video essay series The Long Game.

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The third and least known in the series is all about this idea of who you're making art for if you're not getting material rewards in the short term. It talks a lot about autotelicity—being internally driven instead of externally.

But if you really just want clicks, anon, start a blog that accepts anon asks and posts about wanky stuff. Actually tag things, unlike me, so people can find you.

No, writing for attention isn't worth it.

The time investment is too great and your brain will always fixate on the times people didn't respond instead of the times they did.

But that's not actually why most people write.

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wizardfrog69 · 1 year

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Hii, is your request open??🥺🥺

I love your post so much I was so happy when I found your blog, mostly because you have so many bsd fic skdkdkfkc I enjoy every piece of your work🤌🤌

Anyway, if your request is open can I ask for yandere Nikolai, sigma and fyodor with a s/o that had low pain tolerance? Like let's say s/o trying to escape the yandere but they got caught and the yandere punish them.

I'm sorry if my request don't make sense though feel free to ignore this if your not comfortable with writing this🥺

I wuv u so much I hope u have a good day mwah mwah

Thank you so muuuuuch and my requests are open :))

I just took a short nap and a dream about flowers, I think and now I feel weird.

Thanks for the request!!!

'•.¸♡ Don't you try and escape ♡¸.•'

Yandere!character x gn!reader

Angst

Warning! Extreme possessiveness, mentions of pain.

Masterlist

Enjoy!

Feat. Nikolai, Sigma, Fyodor

Nikolai

Nikolai could care less if you have a low pain tolerance, he needs you to know that you can never leave him, he owns you, he's the only one who can give you what you want.

He will be a bit more careful as to not kill you but as long as he knows you'll live you can expect a shit tone of pain.

His punishments are harsh and painful, sometimes you may think he will kill you but you always survive and that is the worst part of all.

He also torments your thoughts but not as much, he's mostly about physical pain and he will probably restraint your freedom further if you try to run away from him, the only man who could possibly give you the freedom you need.

Sigma

Sigma doesn't want to hurt you, he only wants to keep you to himself, out there outside of the casino/his place (depending on how you have behaved and how much he trusts his customers and employees) there are people who will try to take you away and how knows what they might try and do, so he only hurts you when he has to and for you to understand how the outside world is cruel and how he will keep you safe.

If you have a lower pain tolerance he will try to be as careful as he can when punishing you, he also treats you as if you were made of glass usually.

He doesn't want to hurt you when you have behaved well, what kind of monster would he be then? Hurting you whenever he wishes, that is what he's protecting you from and not what he's trying to do.

Fyodor

Fyodor is certainly the worst, you know he can throw you or kill you whenever he gets tired or you miss behave to the point of no return. But then why does he keep you around? Why are you there? Well, he keeps you around because he loves you, he keeps you safe from everything round, he is the only one who can give you what you want, he's the only one who can give you the satisfaction you need, no one else will love you as much as him.

Besides what is love without pain? Without suffering there is nothing only constant pain which one gets used to until the pain feels the same and we don't realise what we feel is pain and suffering.

Oh, of course Fyodor cares about your pain tolerance, it only means what kind of suffering is best for you and when to inflict the type of suffering you need.

But why would you ever want to leave? What is the point in leaving him? He will keep you safe, give you what you want, no? He is doing it all for you and never for himself as stated at the beginning, he loves you and isn't using you for only one thing, no he loves you and needs you around, he told you himself so why would you try to escape? He's doing all of this for you so why escape? Just be a good partner and do what you are there for and hide your scars and bruises when guests are round.

༺♡༻ 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 ⋆ 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 ༺♡༻

I'm listening to a song about not needing love in a sarcastic way which I think is fitting.

I'm watching Moral Orel at the moment and it is one of the funniest shows I've seen

Have a wonderful day/night and enjoy life when/if you can, sleep well.

-love, Az.

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suengmi · 1 year

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context: seungmin x afab!reader (will make it amab/gn on request!) genre: romance, some smut, humour warnings: heavy mentions of periods, period sex(?), fingering, cussing, mostly proofread word count: 1.8k -- part 1 -- part 3 a/n: this is a part 2 to the fic i originally posted, but i'm working on part 3 now! just a lil humour teaser with some nasty smut... not writing this for my own satisfaction nuh uh. i tagged some of yall who wanted a part two/mentioned it. hope that's okay!! tags: @binnies-minsung-fanclub, @daceydeath, @krishastumblernow, @daddyjoonchuaua, @blankdyean ╌╌╌╌ “so, that happened.”

here you are, just sitting seungmin's car.

just sitting, awkwardly listening to the sound of the car turning off, not wanting to make a sound. no music, nothing.

neither of you dare to look at each other. you immediately feel exposed, remembering your bra flung over the back seat, probably lost in the rubbish pile in the boot he always forgets to throw out.

"so, that happened."

seungmin swallows, eyes wide, "yeah."

it was a mess, a horrible train wreck of a mess of sex. it was awkward the moment you got too heated, everything seeming to be against you.

you're not sure when you realised, it could have been when you felt his long fingers dancing along the plush flesh of your hips or when he was telling you he was going to fuck you until you cried in a gentle but commanding tone, that you realised the front window had been left open. a pool of water soaking into the seat the more heated you got. rain still pouring down, heavy as ever.

"oh shit!" you exclaimed noticing, sitting upright, still straddling seungmin.

"fuck!" his hands had left your hips, pushing you back making you bang the back of your head against the door frame.

"ow." you had groaned, rubbing the back of your head.

seungmin did his best to clean it up, using one of his old jumpers to soak up the excess water while frantically rolling the window up. it was an old car, so no electric windows here.

"you didn't have to push me so hard."

seungmin came back to the you, placing himself slowly back between your legs almost automatically like you had been doing it for years. you admire his slim frame, blotches of red dancing along his taught skin, collarbones red and covered in hickies.

he looks down, as if noticing your stare on his naked body, "sorry, i panicked."

a pause of silence hits the air, neither of you know how to continue.

you bite the bullet, "do you still want to-?"

seungmin nods, almost giddy when he speaks, "yes, fuck, yes."

within seconds he's back on you, open mouthed kisses littering along your whole body. you feel like you're floating, your mind going white, feeling pressure build in your chest, moans slipping out every time he bites down ever so gently on one of your nipples, red and swollen.

"you sound cute when you whine," he chuckles, kissing the flesh of your chest once more. he looks up at you, his tongue running up the centre of your chest, not breaking eye contact for a second. "i didn't expect you to sound like that."

you feel your whole body go red, your hands coming to your mouth to hide any indication the effect he has on you. "stop..."

but you liked it, like it how he teased you because it was what you two were, sugar and spice, give and take, remember?

he presses a gentle kiss to the back of your hand that was covering your mouth, puppy eyes looking up at you. "can i?"

"huh?" you say in a daze, hands lowering themselves to hold the side of seungmins cheeks. he looks so beautiful like this, sweaty hair sticking to his forehead and messy, lips parted and light pink with over use. you never imagined you'd see him like this. not after seven years, it feels too surreal and oddly vulnerable.

there was a few times seungmin had caught you off guard over the years. you remember back to the night when he broke it off with his ex, your hips nestled in his crotch, cold air hitting the tip of your nose as you melded into your best friend. thinking nothing of it at the time, you faintly remember his arms linking around your belly, kneading the soft supple flesh. you had cuddled before, hundreds of times, always ending up sprawled on his bed one night a week at the least. generally seungmin was a still quiet sleeper, almost dracula like in his coffin style slumber. but you being you, your legs would be sprawled across him, mouth open and on your tummy. leg's wrapped over his own. he didn't mind though, he always like the touch and admired how you looked absolutely horrible when you woke up, he loved it. he always did.

but that time was different, the way his hands travelled up and down your body sleepily, gently nuzzling his chin into the back of your neck. telling you you're all he needed, and that with you there everything felt like it was going to be okay.

it takes you a second to snap back to the present, finally realising where he's going with this. oh, oh.

you feel his fingers gently tugging at the sides of your underwear, asking permission to explore.

seungmin looks so desperate, bottom lip between his teeth.

you just nod at him, pulling him in for another kiss. the kiss is softer this time. his mouth is hanging open against yours, lips barely touching, his fingers pushing their way beneath the side seam of your panties. you feel your legs raised around his sides, a mind of their own. you want more, you needed more. his body pushes your hips further open, repositioning himself for a better angle.

"fuck, so wet for me." he grins in satisfaction, lips tracing their way back to your jaw, leaving wet trails behind.

a jolt of pleasure snaps in your lower belly, one of his fingers barely deep in you yet. "seu-ng-" you struggle to get out his name, a high moan hitting the walls of the car.

"finish it," he commands, already slipping two fingers into your cunt easily, admiring the way your face contorts with every motion of his fingers, your legs tightening around his body.

"seun-ng-hng-min." you struggle between his thrusts, trying to get any resemblance of sense to leave your throat.

you feel empty as he suddenly removes his fingers, whining at the loss.

"suck." he says, placing two of his wet fingers in front of your lips.

ready to oblige, you look down at his fingers, stained red and glistening.

"oh."

"shit."

"fuck."

you bite a the side of your cheek, hands fiddling with the keys to your house. "so, you looking forward to going away this weekend?"

"yeah," seungmin clears his throat. "changbin said he'd drive us."

"cool, yeah, cool."

"yeah."

shit. it was your friends weekend 'birthday bonanza' (as he coined it), he did this ever year on his birthday. the older you all got you always made sure to do this. tradition five years still going strong.

said friend had planned a whole get away to his family's holiday house in the hills. and as always you shared room with seungmin, which was never an issue. until your period blood had stained his fingers the first time seungmin was finger fucking you.

it's not like he was a stranger to it, or your period. the amount of times he had been at your house, mcdonalds burger in hand while he massaged your lower back with the other. he had even helped you get out a diva cup at one point, besties and all that.

but that was then, this is now.

"well, i have extra shifts this week so i'll be busy, since i took the weekend off, hospo things"

seungmin nods, lips curling to the side.

again, silence.

he turns his attention to you, face confused and hands flailing in front of him, he always stimmed in moments like this. "so like, why was that so fucking awkward?"

you let out a breath of relief, half yelling in disbelief at the situation. "oh my god i know right?!"

"i've had my hands in your vagina before, remember that diva cup incident?"

"jeez," you groan, "it was really stuck in there. god. your fingers were in there, up there so high. jesus. spelunking vibes.

he laughs, making a gesture in the air. "i was so in there, like, no light at the end of the tunnel."

you let out a low chuckle shaking your head, sinking back into your seat dramatically.

the car is full of laughter for a bit, until you come to a slow halt. you know you have to bring it up.

"maybe we just... rushed this? i mean i still really wanna-"

seugmin cuts you off, speaking fast, "oh trust me i do too."

"i just think it's been a day, and honestly, my ass is getting soaked from the seat still being wet." you say to him, laughing once more.

"yeah good idea." he nods in agreeance.

"look i know we still need to talk, but i think we just both need to sleep. and rest on it." you say as you notice his gaze is trained on you, "but trust me, i still want this. call me on your way to work, yeah?"

"okay." he smiles gently. "i will."

you get out of the car without a word, completely forgetting about your bra in the back seat. seungmin looks sad for a moment until he realises you're making your way to his window. he rolls it down, looking up at you as you approach. he looks innocent almost, his usual stern concentrated face now soft and puffy, hair still messy from the prior events.

you place your hand on the car door, leaning down to match your face with his. he looks like he's about to kiss you, his eyes darting to your lips as he leans forwards but he pauses. "i didn't realise you'd be so whiney."

you push his face back into the car with the palm of your hand, ignoring the stupid grin slapped across his face. "good night, seungmin."

"se-ung-min!" he mocks your tone out the window, nearly waking the neighbours.

you give him the finger as you walk to your house.

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a/n: part 3 is currently on the way!!!!!!! and will absolutely be disgustingly smutty and slutty we stan

#seungmin x reader #!myfic #stray kids #stray kids fic #stray kids x reader #stray kids x f reader #seungmin x fem reader #seungmin #kim seungmin #kim seungmin fic #stray kids fanfic #kim seungmin x reader

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bonezone44 · 5 months

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Why the Daddy/Uncle Depravity?

This is a blog post for adults with critical thinking skills. If you read this and you wanna throw hands--then you do not have critical thinking skills and this blog post is not for you.

I reference DDlg, non-con/dub-con, trauma

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I've noticed a lot of DDlg reader fics in this fandom. MUCH more than any other fandom that I've been in, but I think that mostly has to do with the fact that this fandom is centered around a particular actor and the characters he portrays.

And part of me has always been bothered by DDlg stuff. It weirded me out. But sometimes, part of me found it hot. And I couldn't understand why.

and the more stories I read, the more conflict it caused in my brain.

Because, you see, humans exist in multitudes. Much like the movie, Inside Out, there are multiple voices and perspectives that exist within us and give us our inner monologue and allow us to reflect on ourselves and the world around us.

And in my own personal real life, I would laugh in some dude's face if he wanted me to call him 'Daddy.' I would roundhouse kick him in the balls if he tried to push the issue, too.

But then I read it in stories and I'm like, "Damn. That's HOT."

---So what's the deal???

I'm sure many of us have heard the explanation that women who write rape fantasies or depraved sexual fantasies are exercising "control." It's been said that these fantasies allow us to take back our power in a way that we desire to do so. WE get to say what goes and WE get to write an encounter in a way that allows us satisfaction. (whether sexual, emotional, etc etc).

---But that explanation is generally referring to people who have experienced sexual trauma and are using fantasies as a way to process (and likely, 'remove') the experience from their system.

---What about other people? What about their fantasies? What's really happening when writers write and reader's read?

So here's where I'm at with philosophizing on this.

As I said before, humans exist in multitudes. We exist in many different parts and pieces and as we interact and connect with other people and the world we live in, we become even more multitudinal.

Even though I'm an adult woman, part of me is still a child. Even though I'm an adult woman, part of me is my husband. Even though I'm an adult woman, part of me is my dog. Part of me is my house. Part of me is my best friend. A small part of me is the guy who works at the gas station I frequent.

Even though I'm an adult woman, part of me is young and tired and doesn't wanna do the work and wants to pout about it. Another part of me is older, wiser, firmer and more aggressive.

And those two parts of me can be turned into two characters that I can name 'Daddy' and 'Little Girl.' And I can create a situation for them to experience and react to one another in. I can provide them conflict. And I can create an outcome for them. And I can write and direct and describe what happens between the two of them in a story format, if I so choose.

and I can share that story. And someone can read it.

And as they read it, part of them might relate to the 'Little Girl' and another part of them might relate to the 'Daddy'. And they might connect to the story's situation and the conflict as it may/may have exist(ed) within themselves.

---And when the smut comes in??

well that just makes it even more fun! Because on a physical level--sex can be fun and feel awesome. It can be a full body experience. There's chemicals and stuff that happen (google it. I'm not a doctor).

Sex can make us feel good. And when disparate parts of ourselves are in conflict and we find a way to resolve the conflict through feelings that feel good?? it feels good! It feels satisfying!

And in fic, we're experiencing these emotions and inspiring physical feelings using a narrative that exists in the safety of our own minds.

---But what if I want it for real?? in the IRL??

Some people do! Some people need it. Some people have a desperate need (or simply a 'want') to experience this relationship dynamic for themselves. They have a need to find someone who understands the internal battle and who will play the opposing part with them.

That's where the real life kink comes in. And it requires lucid minds and respect and clear, unambiguous consent.

Sometimes it's a full-time dynamic. Sometimes it's temporary role-play. Sometimes people try it and realize it's not for them.

But for some people, the fic is enough!

--You haven't mentioned Uncles yet....

Substitute 'Uncle' in place of 'Daddy'. It's a title for a familial masculine, authority figure. You could even do 'Big Brother' if you wanted. (Remember that Big Brother Frankie fic?? 🥵🥵🥵)

Substitute 'Mommy' or 'Auntie' or 'Grandma Claudia Flores' if you're looking for a familial feminine, authority figure. 'Big Sister'

--Why does it have to be a family member??

It doesn't! It can be a boss or teacher or professor or etc etc etc

It depends on YOU and what YOU connect with the most and what part of YOU that you want to explore.

--What if I wanna be the 'Daddy' ?? What if I wanna be the 'Uncle'??

Go for it ! There is a dominant authority figure in all of us.

🙏 Be the Dominant Authority Figure you want to see in the world !

--Do you have anything else to say for yourself??

In every 'Daddy' exists a little girl. In every 'Uncle' exists a niece. In every Dominant Authority Figure, there is a Submissive Figure as well.

In these fanfics, the Dominant recognizes a part of themselves in the Submissive. Just as the Submissive recognizes a part of themselves in the Dominant. That connection begets the dynamic.

#no one asked for this but it has been on my mind #Rad philosophizes

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nyoomerr · 3 months

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How do you always pop out banger fics? I feel like everyone and their mothers in the fandom adore your fics and not one of your stuff has ever been a flop! Seriously, what's your secret??

djkhfg but more seriously, there have definitely been fics i've posted that i personally wasn't happy with at the time i posted them, or that i was really proud of but have indeed "flopped" when i posted them**

**recognizing that all success is relative, and considering a "flop" to be a lack in response compared to my other svsss fics from a similar time period

overall though, i have indeed been extremely lucky with how kindly this fandom has treated me and how much support my work gets... but mostly i do think that really is just luck 😅

if you just meant for this to be a very sweet compliment about how you like my stuff a lot, thank you so much, and feel free to stop reading here!! if you were genuine in asking "seriously, what's your secret," though, i do have some tips for fic writing!

first thing is for me to say that it is 100% the most important for you to personally be the #1 fan of your own stuff.

it's super fun that so many people like my fics! but it's mostly fun because it feels like i'm holding up a rock and screaming and everyone screams along with me - it would be a lot less exciting if i was holding up a rock and watching in silent indifference as everyone screamed at it, lol. writing stuff just because it's interesting to you will also help you avoid writing + fandom burnout, and people who read it will always be able to tell when you love what you're writing about.

i also personally think it's really important to see the things you like to completion, which includes either posting it somewhere or saving it alongside your finished works, whatever you personally do to metaphorically put a finished piece "on the fridge."

it is a wildly common experience for creatives to begin disliking their own work partway through the creative process, or to dislike it after it's done. but if you're creating something because you're personally excited about some aspect of it, then you theoretically enjoyed something about that work at some point in time. and, with enough time and distance from it, you'll probably end up liking it again in the future!

if you've made sure to put that work "on the fridge" somewhere it's safe and marked as 'done' in your own mind, then you'll get the chance to create that time and distance. it's not sitting in some guilt-ridden folder of abandoned wips, or discarded because you were never able to write or edit it to your satisfaction - it's just 'done.' i can't count how many times i've come back to a piece i disliked at the time of finishing it and, months later, decided it was actually pretty good.

so - put your work on the fridge, even if you're not satisfied with it! and when your brain is able to let it go, reread it. find the parts that made you write it in the first place, the stuff that got you really excited, and let them excite you again, and inspire you to write even more!!

okok so that's a) write what you like and b) don't give up on your hard work. now i'll address the last bit that touches on fandom reception of your work... 💦💦

... i really do think it's mostly luck 😅

the very first fic i posted on this ao3 account is, without doubt, still my most popular one. i could talk about how i feel about that for a whole separate essay post lmao, but it is a good example of how fic "popularity" often works.

i was still on twitter at the time that i made it, which was where most of the mxtx fans were at. a promo post i made got retweeted by a handful of people with big followings, and that combined with the fact that there were way less binggeyuan fics at the time meant that it kinda hit it big. and since so many people sort by kudos or bookmarks, fics that are already popular just end up more popular...

i think a lot of popular fics are like this to some degree. they use the right tags and post at the right time to get seen by just the right audience, or there's a promo tweet/post somewhere that lands on just the right number of dashes, and their popularity snowballs. of course, these popular fics are also often absolutely fucking incredible and worthy of their popularity, but i've also read fics with very very little "popularity" that are just as good or better than some of the top kudosed or bookmarked fics in the tag.

the only thing i have ever (personally) noticed as something you can control that affects popularity is fic length - from what i've seen in both my fics and those others write, multichaptered fics that update semi regularly and stretch on for multiple months have a tendency to drum up more excitement the longer they go. people start to get more excited for each update + they talk about that on socmed, and that combined with consistently bumping the fic to the top of the tag when sorted by recently updated gives it more and more chances for it to hit that lucky combo of "seen by the right people."

so, that's all to say, actually my advice for this section is also "just write what you like," because you can't control whether or not the people who will also like it will see it when you post it, so make sure there's at least one reader enjoying the ride (you).

...and then of course for more generic "how do you write """well""" advice, just keep practicing, and take note of the things you like in other people's writing and how they accomplish it!

sorry if that was like. way more than what you were really expecting as an answer for this 🙈🙈 i really am truly very grateful for all the super kind feedback i get on my work, but i'm really out here just writing whatever i want in whatever ways i want and then throwing it up "on the fridge" before i can chicken out dkfjh

i hope you (or whoever else bothered to read this far) can also be really satisfied and excited about what you're making, and my fingers are crossed for your luck in the "everyone in the fandom likes this thing" lottery 🤞🤞

#kjfdhg i wrote way more here than intended tbh but i do want to try and be helpful if someone asks me for advice so kfgjh #ANYWAY ty for the ask and for enjoying my stuff!! i rly am lucky with so many lovely people in this fandom supporting me ;w;#nyoomerr ask

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andypantsx3 · 6 months

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would you happen to have any tips for getting your work noticed and making friends with other writers in the community? ;w;

Hello my love!! This is an interesting question!! Idk that I have a tried-and-true model to recommend you follow because I've sort of found myself where I am by accident!!

In terms of my own fics finding an audience, I mostly just happened to be in the right place at the right time, aka writing fics 3.5 years ago when the pandemic fanfic boom happened! I think most of my readers are just people who happened to see me around then!! (Thanks for sticking around guys, I love you. 🥺)

And I'm a little more chatty now that I've found my footing, but I'm actually fairly introverted; my first fandom friendships were mostly formed by dint of a bunch of extroverts adopting me lmao.

So I do think a lot of success anywhere, not just in fic writing, is down to luck! But if I had to think on what things I would do if I was trying to get a few new eyes on my stories and meet some more cool people, I'd say the following:

Join servers! I really enjoy the servers I've joined, although people can tell you I mostly lurk lmao, but they're a good place to chat and get to know people more intimately. I think this is probably the number one way to make friends in fandom!!

Join collabs! If you're in a fic-centric server they will also sometimes offer collab events and that's a good way to get your work on people's radars!! But there's plenty of non-server collabs that writers offer on here too!! I'd be on the lookout for those and join any that seem fun!

Join networks/writer communities! I'm not a member of any network, but I do follow blkwriters, which is a community dedicated to boosting black fic writers. Not sure if either of this applies to you, but I'm sure there are other networks out there applicable to either you or the type of fics you're interested in writing!!

Join zines! This is similar to joining collabs, in that it's a good way to get your work on people's radars and meet new peeps!! There's also the added benefit, for some zines, of beta mods who will give feedback on your work too, something that I found really useful when I did mine!!

There's also the marketing advice of like, making cool banners and finding the right posting time, and writing for popular characters, etc etc but I think you should tell the stories you wanna tell and not let the ~fandom market~ dictate what you do!! (The cool banners part though definitely do if it interests you. Our benevolent design angel todorosie has a couple of good advice posts on how to get started with that!!)

Lastly, I know people don't like it when I say it, but I'm gonna say it anyway lol because I truly believe it and it always bears repeating when it comes to talking about engagement. But always keep in mind that it's about the quality of engagement and not quantity!! Make friends and tell stories for the pleasure of doing so, and I think you will find the deepest satisfaction in that!!

I personally have found after having some fics that people would probably consider successful, and some that I think people would consider flops, what really means the most is when you make a deep connection with someone, even if it's one of only like, 15 notes on a fic. One enthusiastic friend can literally make an entire fic worth it.

Anyway that's what I can think of!! I hope at least some of this is helpful!! And if people have other ideas please feel free to chime in!!

#ask andie

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startanewdream · 2 years

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Hey, a guy who suggested that Snape's reactions to Sirius/Lily bond here😅. First of all, THANK YOU so much😭, I'm sure this is going to be an excellent and very satisfying content to read, simply can't wait!

But since you mentioned you don't have all yet, I'd like to suggest one if you don't mind - please include a one where Order members come back from some mission (somewhen around OotP) and Sirius and Lily clean each other's wounds. But since they're too tired for magic they do it old fashioned way which means Lily is touching Sirius' bare chest and Sirius is touching Lily's upper body which has only bra on it.

Of course it's completely platonic for Sirius and Lily because they're completely comfortable with each other (and too worried about each other to think about stuff like this) but OH MY GOD, Snape's reaction at the sight and his inner thoughts would be PURE GOLD.

I know I promise more scenes but I just wanted to post this one sooner because this prompt was far too brilliant (and the other scenes are far less troubled — I think I'm done writing from Snape's pov truly). Fair warning that Snape's POV here is very biased and he doesn't handle it well 😏

Rated M for some cursing. 2k words of something.

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Lily Potter was hurt.

He shouldn’t have gone to Grimmauld Place. Severus had done his part already; he’d translated Potter’s yells to the Order, had let them know that the brat somehow got in his mind the idea that Sirius Black (Padfoot, his friends had called him, thinking they were so clever with childish nicknames) had been captured by the Dark Lord, and had warned them when the kid had ran off dragging his stupid friends. That was all that was required of him.

He couldn’t know there would be a battle, couldn’t know that Lily Evans would be there fighting a Dark Lord that mostly wanted her dead, and yet—yet Dumbledore had told him, almost challenging to see how he still felt about her, that in the following battle Lily Potter had been hurt.

Dumbledore always called her Lily Potter, an unnecessary reminder that still stung. She wasn’t truly a Potter — she had lived more of her life as Lily Evans than she had ever been married to James Potter.

And if she were hurt—he had never told her how he felt, the lengths he had undergone to prove her his worth, how everything was about her. Lily should know, she deserved to know.

Grimmauld Place was quiet when he entered it. Snape hated that house, that gloomy place that Black owned as the spoiled pureblood he pretended he wasn’t; how hard it must have been, Severus always thought, to grow up with a house-elf tending to your needs, between richness and luxury, knowing his place on society, the eldest son of a noble family—

And probably because he had let his thoughts stray too near Sirius Fucking Black, he heard his loud laugh.

It was enough for the portrait of Walburga Black start screaming. Snape retreated hastily to the first room he found, just as he heard the sound of someone running the stairs.

“SHUT UP!” Yelled Black; there was a flash of light and the sound of the portrait’s screams died.

Snape peaked through the door; Black was still in the stairs, facing the other direction. He was panting, and if for anger or for running down the stairs, Snape could only guess. He wasn’t wearing any shirt, revealing muscled shoulders and back of someone who clearly had too much time to exercise and too little to do; then Black turned around—and of course he was fit, perfect biceps and torso, everything firmly shaped and did he shave his chest or—

And then a grim satisfaction broke through the acid that was bubbling inside him, because Black’s shapely chest was marked with purple bruises, giant spots that had probably hurt him when he had been hit, and how good was that—

“Sirius!”

Black turned again, following the same direction that Snape was now looking at, but from his angle he couldn’t see Lily. She sounded so disturbed…

“Come on! You won’t get away with this.”

Black sighed, shaking his head, but he climbed the stairs again. Severus hesitated for a moment before casting a Disillusionment Charm on himself; it wasn’t his best work, and if anyone would look directly in his direction, they might notice it, but he had to risk it, had to make sure that Lily Evans was fine…

Any worry they might notice him vanished from his mind when he reached the second floor. Black had entered one of the rooms of the house, and Lily was there, pulling him down to sit in the only bed of the room. She didn’t look hurt, though there was dried blood splattered in her jacket.

Snape looked at her, searching in her face for some sign of injury, or maybe that she was under pain, but there was only concern and it was directed straightly at the man that she was making sure was resting comfortable against the pillows of the bed.

“I am fine,” Black insisted, when Lily pulled a cauldron to the bedrest.

“Of course you are,” she answered, flashing him a smile that made Snape’s inside churm. Black wasn’t fine, he couldn’t be with those injuries, and yet he was clearly pretending to look brave for Lily as if she was going to fall for this act—she had to see through him… “If you were good to go argue with that portrait.”

“I hate her more than I hate Death Eaters—and that’s a lot.”

She chuckled; it was a teasing laugh, one that made Black’s lips twitch as if he wanted to laugh as well.

“I mean it,” he insisted, sounding like a petulant child. Snape waited for Lily’s spurn; it never came. “She wasn’t one, but she supported them well enough, raised all properly Black Death Eaters—”

“Not you.” Lily’s voice was shimmering with warmth. “She could never break you.”

Black smiled. “I had a good influence,” he whispered, and then Lily turned her head to look at him. Snape couldn’t see the expression on her face, but he could see how Black’s eyes were shining, standing her gaze; Black looked greedy, demanding. There were only a few inches between their faces.

Snape grabbed his wand, knowing he wouldn’t be able to help himself if Black threw himself over her, but after a moment Lily turned , moving away to bring the cauldron closer; Snape was glad that there was trouble in Lily’s green eyes now. She hadn’t felt comfortable with Black’s presence, she was repulsed by him…

“Lay back,” she told Black, and he did what was asked, laying still as Lily sat by his side, swirling the content of the cauldron. She grabbed a spoonful of the potion, a transparent almost-pasty liquid, and placed a few drops over the purple spots on Black’s chest.

He knew that Lily had always been an excellent potion maker, but still he wished that she had mistaken something, that the potion would burn through Black’s skin, melting his abs, unshaping his body, thinning him into nothing—

And for a brief moment, it seemed Snape’s wishes were granted.

“Ouch!” Black twisted in the bed, looking uncomfortable. “This burns.”

“Stop being a child,” answered Lily at once. Her words were scolding, but she sounded more fond than anything. “It will be better in a minute,” she assured, and then, without hesitation, as if that was the most normal thing in the world, she leaned closer, supporting her weight in the bed with one hand and caressing Black’s chest with the other hand.

No, it wasn’t a caress, she was just spreading the potion over his chest, and yet—her fingers were moving softly, smoothly, dancing over his skin. There was a smile on her lips that didn’t belong there; Black sighed contentedly, sinking his head into the pillows and closing his eyes.

“Fuck, this feels good,” he moaned.

“Oh, no more pretending this wasn’t hurting as hell?” She teased, amused.

“Not hell.” Her hand stopped moving for a moment, watching him. Black opened an eye, full of mischief. “Fine, but not a ninth-circle of Hell pain. Maybe a second-circle pain.”

Lily resumed her movement. “You could be in Heaven bliss if you haven’t acted all noble.”

Black opened both of his eyes now, but Lily didn’t meet his gaze; there was a severe frown on her forehead now. Black’s expression softened.

“I had to protect you,” he whispered.

That didn’t appease her. “It’s not your job, Sirius. I can take care of myself.”

“Of course you can, but—” He took her hand, intertwining their fingers, waiting until Lily looked him in the eyes. “I would never forgive myself if anything happened to you.”

There was a long moment of silence. Lily bit her lip and lowered her head, her hair creating a curtain over her face; Snape couldn’t see her expression, but he could see Black’s, and once again, over a thin layer of fondness, Black’s eyes were greedy, lustful, as they moved over Lily’s face, admiring her, desiring her.

That was wrong, repulsive, and Snape wasn’t surprised when Lily hesitated: “Sirius—”

But Black ignored her. “Your turn,” he said, sitting on the bed, and pulling the cauldron to himself.

“I’m—”

“Let me guess, you are fine?” He winked at her. “I saw you wincing there. Left shoulder?”

Lily pulled away from him, crossing her arms; she looked annoyed, lips set in a thin line as if she was just considering not answering at all, but after a moment she sighed.

“Right,” she said, defeated, turning his back to him.

For a moment Snape thought she was staring directly at him, and he didn’t dare moving, but Lily’s eyes moved past him without noticing anything. She raised her hands to remove her jacket, but Black stopped her.

“Let me,” he offered. Lily nodded, just extending her arms to help him. Underneath her jacket, her shirt was soaked with blood. Black hissed. “Fuck, Lils,” and he ripped her shirt, exposing her skin and the black bra she wore beneath it.

She shivered, but made no movement to cover herself, standing half-naked with her bare back to Black. On her right side, from her neck to her shoulder, there was a long scarlet cut, dried blood around it. Sectumsempra, Snape realized with a sudden rush of fury; it had been misfired, luckily, or she would have bleed out by now, but still he promised he would find whoever had done it, not Lily—

And then his gaze fell, following the light of the necklace she wore, to the golden ring that was swinging over her chest. The ring shone, but he forgot it quickly; her skin was cream-coloured, with freckles splattered over her bosom, soft to look; her bra marked her curves, lifted her tits, and how he had dreamed of seeing her like this, of sliding down the strap of her bra to reveal all her beauty to him.

Once again it seemed his wishes were granted, for there was a hand carefully moving the strap of her bra down to the middle of her arm, revealing more of her skin, and something stirred inside him, blood rushing—then the rage renewed, for Black was touching her skin now, applying the potion over her cut, his fingers treading over her skin with far too much intimacy.

“Oh, god,” she mumbled, closing her eyes and arching her neck to give him better access. “I am an amazing potion maker.”

Black snorted; that brought a smile to her lips as if she had expected that reaction. Snape closed his fits, hatred filling him, even though he couldn’t take his eyes off the scene, of how Black’s hand was massaging her shoulder, his finger brushing over her chest, almost touching the exposed top of her tit.

“I would rather you were an amazing dueler,” said Black, voice barely repreensive.

“I am.”

“And how did you get hurt?”

Lily hesitated for a moment. “Bellatrix,” she admitted at last. “Your cousin is a nasty piece.”

“I was dueling her.”

“Yeah, well.”

“Lily…”

She shivered. “She was aiming at your back, you were too close to the Death Veil and—I didn’t think, I had to do something, I—” And then she broke, turning around to face him, her lips trembling. “You nearly died, Sirius.”

“Who acted all noble now?” He asked softly, caressing her arms. “Such a Gryffindor of you.”

“Stupid and reckless?”

“And brave,” he assured, and Lily smiled nervously in answer. “Just don’t die on my account, I could never explain this.”

“No one would blame you,” she assured him, turning around again to allow him to finish applying the potion. "He wouldn't," she added, her voice so low that Snape almost thought he had imagined it.

Sirius sighed. “I know,” he admitted in a low voice. Then he shook his head, a devilish grin taking control of his features as he moved the cauldron back. “Do you remember what you used to do when Harry scraped his knees?”

Lily frowned, thoughtful. “I kissed—” And then Black placed a kiss on her bare shoulder, over her cut. “Sirius!”

Snape waited for a reprimand, an unquestionable reproval of Black’s lack of limits, but Lily was giggling. “This is disgusting,” she said, nothing in her voice betraying any hint of disgust as she brushed the potion out of his lips with the back of her hand.

“You love me,” Black said easily, surely, confidently, and Snape decided he couldn’t hear her confirmation, couldn’t deal with even the possibility that Lily Evans had fallen for Black—somehow that was worse than seeing her with Potter, not him, not Black—

He brushed something on his way out, the sound waking up Walburga Black’s portrait again, and he welcomed the yells, hoping it was enough to dwindle any other sound he might hear in that house again.

#Sirius and Lily #Anti Snape #just to make sure he isn't nicely portrayed here #also I was going to end this with Lily seeing Snape #and then covering herself up because #but I didn't want to interrupt her and Sirius #I could rewrite this from Lily's pov and there wouldn't be an ounce of romance and I love this #Jily if you squint #Lily Potter #Sirius Black #platonic friends #and maybe more

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autumnslance · 11 months

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Writing To Yourself

(Mileage may vary, I'm not your mom nor your teacher--unless you're working for a specific state healthcare service, anyway.)

That's how you garden. Tend the plot. Plant a million seeds, reap a thousand blooms. The rest? Compost for the next crop. -@biot08 / @driftward

During a Discord convo, I thought about why so many fandom writers catch “writer’s block”, and some of it goes back to self-care and taking in new media, getting inspiration and knowledge, covered in this post. But much of it?

People think everything they create has to be publishable for others’ consumption. That is Not True. Too often we don't want to write things just for the sake of writing them, falling into the trap of thinking it needs to be perfectly polished and shared, but No It Really Doesn't.

Folks talk about “writing for oneself” but in terms of posting finished pieces of the kinds they want to see. If everything feels like it “has to be” publishable, it can start to put too much pressure on oneself. And then there’s your block, especially if the type to worry about how others Perceive you and your art.

Try simply writing anything and deciding later if it's something you want to share. I have pieces I wrote cuz my brain suddenly said it wanted to, but that writing isn't posted anywhere. Usually it’s random lines; out of context sentences, scenes, or bits of dialogue. Sometimes just incoherent character rambling. Ideas for situations and what ifs. Misspelled, typos, not grammatical, redundant wording, passive voice, bad POV, too many adverbs, not enough active verbs, not enough description, too much description, etc. All in notebooks or doc files. I’ve shared the (now out-dated) deep nests of my WIPs folders and the multiple, unfinished, unpolished pieces within them. Most will never be completed nor seen by the public.

For instance, I've a random smut fic of a Highlander Warrior of Light and the popular antagonist of Shadowbringers. I'm not usually a villain liker, but one day it hit my brain, so I wrote it. I have notes and outlines for the rest of their story and how it plays out, though I'll probably never write more. I scratched the writing itch, stretched some skills, considered things from a different angle, and now it sits in drafts (I did post a couple decent-ish smut lines to my private Twitter once).

Mostly, it's practice. Even if it's junk and janky.

“But I have (professionally) published X or Y…”

Still gotta exercise the writing muscles! Still gotta scrawl off something utterly unusable now and again for the heck of it!

All those random lines, descriptions, scenes, rambles? Maybe I'll use them someday. I wrote them down to feel the pen in my hand or keys clacking under my fingers, to see the words pop onto the page or screen, to play with word choice, sentence structures, and “how would they say that?” For my own satisfaction, no one else’s.

When I get bored or stuck, or need a screenshot or writing prompt response, I might poke at those lines, pages, rambles, and see if they hit now or spin off to something else. They often don’t. But sometimes they help inform other things I do post to the public later. Even if that’s just a Question of the Day prompt response on Twitter.

(That also counts as writing and creating btw; you’re still coming up with something to share about your characters and I think that’s very creative of you.)

If the mood strikes, write. Even if it's just a vague idea--especially if it's any bits of dialogue or description, if it's something you think that you actually do want to write when off work or out of bed or whatever.

Even if you never post it anywhere public. Even if it never gets out of crummy first draft, unfinished pages form. It might feel like pulling teeth and look rough, especially if it’s been awhile.

But still write it. No one else has to know or see. Not until you want them to.

Maybe parts of it will inform something you do finish later. Maybe two years from now another prompt will hit just right and you’ll dig out that draft and finish it for posting. Maybe you’ll cannibalize aspects of it for an entirely different piece. Maybe you’ll even use it in a few more years to see how far you’ve come as a writer.

In many cases? That's how you actually keep writer's block away. Keeping ideas around to steal from yourself, letting yourself write nonsense, unpublishable bits and pieces, maybe even whole pages, just for the heck of it, if writing is something one enjoys and wants to stick with as a hobby (or professionally). If you don’t enjoy writing for fun? Don’t force it; do little character prompts and blurbs as they feel right, and find the ways to share creativity that work for you.

And seriously, don’t forget to take in new media, experiences, and information. This is How You Lose the Time War got me writing on an original story I shelved last autumn. The stories aren't at all alike! But seeing new words in new ways helped shake something loose in my brain. So try to make some time for that, too.

Write to yourself, not for others’ consumption. Public posting is great for validation and encouragement, for when we feel the urge to share due to pride or just wanting to gush about our faves. But also let yourself remember why you liked creating worlds, making up stuff about your characters, and writing at all to begin with, without the pressure of public posting. Give yourself some grace, and let it all be messy, unhinged, misspelled, ungrammatical, incomplete, and make no narrative sense.

Write to yourself, for yourself. Then let the rest follow.

#Writing #Blogging #Creativity #Posting #Self-Care

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ilikepjo24 · 1 year

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Hi, have any sokkla fics recommendations? Thanks!

Of course I do! I'm not sure whether or not you want smut or if you want a one shot vs a multi chapter story so I'll list a bit of all the categories

Prisoners dilemma by PurplePlatypusBear21

In an alternate universe where Mai and Ty Lee betray Azula slightly earlier, Sokka finds the princess trapped in the Boiling Rock, barely clinging to life and sanity. What will he do?

(No smut, multiple chapters, fluff, hurt/comfort)

P a i n t by lotusunset

After Suki's untimely death, Sokka needs to do a little soul-searching. Along the way he finds Azula living in a small town, making a humble living as an artist. He also discovers she's keeping a secret she didn't even know she had.

(No smut if I remember correctly, multiple chapters, hurt/comfort)

Accidentally posted this when I just wanted to edit it and add more fics, please ignore for now

All the pain of yesterday by ButterflyGirl006

Her own body is killing her, and she is so far from home.

Azula falls irreversibly ill and has to make it back home in order to die properly by Fire Nation standards. But home is miles away, and filled with people she doesn't remember.

(no smut, multiple chapters, mostly focuses on Azula and her relationship with everyone around her but does contain Sokkla, hurt/comfort)

Can you handle the heat? by tjlyricz

Wax drizzled over his chest. Azula left a more than a generous amount on his right nipple. Tears pricked the sides of his eyes, but he refused to let them fall. He refused to give her the satisfaction of breaking him.

"You're a horrible liar, Sokka." Azula tilted the candle again, this time spilling a small stream over his left nipple. She drank in his cry of pain. "I can't help but wonder if you secretly like me treating you like this."

(smut, one shot, tw non-con)

Gladiator by Seyary_Minamoto

In a world where the Avatar wasn't found, the Fire Nation has taken over two nations and they strive to overcome the last one. Water Tribe warrior Sokka seeks to fight for his people's rights, but he's captured by his enemies. His life is no longer in his hands as he fights as a Gladiator, and his fate will eventually depend on the Fire Nation Princess, who needs him for her own ends...

(eventual smut, multiple chapters, slow burn, occasional hurt/comfort)

The Blizzard by DeadDirector

They were supposed to be in the South Pole for the Festival of the Winter Solstice. However, the harsh and unyielding blizzard had other plans for them. Trapped in an igloo together, newlyweds Sokka and Azula have to come up with something to pass the time.

(Smut, fluff, one shot)

My Slave Boy by dickard23

"No kissing on the lips," she said to him. "It's too personal." After his invasion fails, Sokka agrees to become Azula's slave to free Suki from Boiling Rock. Follow them as they go from slave/master to lovers and eventual spouses and all of the chaos along the way.

(smut, multiple chapters, eventual fluff, I know that it sounds like it but it's not really 100% non-con, more like meaningless angry sex)

The wine, not the label by PurplePlatypusBear21

"You're sure you're gay, right?" Azula asked with hopeful skepticism. "Yeah…" Sokka replied, the upward inflection of his voice betraying his uncertainty. "Then why are you staring at me like that?"

(No smut I think, multiple chapters, humor and romance)

The Failed Search AU by AKIIZAYOI4869

When Sokka sees Zuko dangling Azula over a cliff, his big brother instincts kick in and he decides to step in before things get worse.

Part 2 of The Failed Search AU. Zuko has finally found Ursa, but things still don't feel right. Meanwhile, Sokka decides that the best way for Azula to heal is to take her away from the fire nation, and after a suggestion from Suki, he takes her to Kyoshi island.

Azula gets the healing that she deserves, Sokka discovers that somewhere along the way his feelings towards Azula began to change, and Zuko has a lot of growing up to do.

(No smut, part 1 is a one shot, part 2 has multiple chapters and is not complete, hurt/comfort)

Sokka's Dumb Decision by sthomasf

Sokka get off work at Republic City, and heads to bar. There, like most nights, he makes an incredibly dumb decision

(no smut, one shot, fluff, humor, angst)

Interruptions and a Confession by AKIIZAYOI4869

Sokka attempts to confess his feelings to Azula but keeps on getting interrupted. He is not amused.

(no smut, one shot, humor, romance)

Surprise by OnceUponACaskett

“Um, whatcha got there, Sokka?” Aang managed to squeak out.

Sokka grinned and held out the cup in his hand. “Oh it’s mango-papaya juice! Want some?”

“Uh…not what I meant. Other hand, buddy.”

A short drabble about Sokka visiting Katara and Aang and bringing Azula with him.

(no smut, one shot, fluff, humor, inspired by fanart)

Okay now I'm done, if you need more recommendations don't hesitate to ask

#sokkla #atla #sokkazula #azula x sokka #sokka x azula

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sanguinarysanguinity · 7 months

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"Fic Writer" Meme

(I'm not just a fic writer, and have adjusted the questions accordingly.)

Tagged by @oldshrewsburyian, thank you!

AO3 Name: sanguinity

Fandoms: Currently, the Hornblower novels and The Flight of the Heron. Previously, Strange Empire, Elementary, and a wide array of niche Holmes fandoms. And in the even more distant past, I mostly did lots of rare-fandom exchanges (Yuletide, Festivids, Kaleidoscope -- oh, how I miss Kaleidoscope!), so that between one thing and another, the long tail of my fandoms list is very long. (There was a long time that I wondered how it was even possible that people managed to have enough works in a single fandom to qualify for a remix exchange, since I had almost exclusively one-offs! But that all has changed now…)

Number of Works: 172. Most of those are fic; a couple dozen are vids; a handful are podfic. I need to go through and sort out my video and podfic hosting again; providers have decayed, morphed, and gone offline since I posted these, and I need to find new hosts for some of them.

Work I spent the most time on: Hornblower's Lost Honour, at approximately three years. (That will be GREATLY eclipsed by Langstroth on Bees if I ever finish it! Which I still intend to do someday!) Longest I spent on a vid was a year, for Something Good (Will Come From That), my multi-Holmes magnum opus.

Works I spent the least time on: Oh, good God, there are so many I whipped out in a day. A Peaceful and Beautiful Spot (FotH), Brandy and Soda (The Seven Per-Cent Solution), and Score: Q to 12 (Elementary) were all single-day works that came out very well. The Sherlock 60s, by dint of being 60 word stories, also all took something like an hour apiece. Also, the whole ceci ne pas une vid collection was made at the pace of a vidlet a day, which usually involved downloading and watching the movie, too.

Longest fic: Hornblower's Lost Honour

Shortest fic: the individual entries in Sixty for Sixty, each being a sixty word story based on one of the sixty canon Sherlock Holmes stories.

Most hits: The Sincerity of Dust (BBC Sherlock)

Most kudos: See previous. It's one of my oldest works, written at the height of a mega-fandom, and it's been wildly popular from the beginning.

Total Word Count: 726,055

Favorite Work of my Own: I feel like you're King Solomon asking me to cut my babies in half! Usually my favorite is whichever one I've reread or rewatched recently. They nearly all mean something special to me, or I wouldn't have put in the work to finish them.

Fic You Want To Rewrite/Expand On: Ugh, all the early stuff needs to be rewritten. I use too many italics, the sentence structures are awkward. I've improved SO MUCH as a writer that I almost flinch to look at them now. But I REFUSE to go back and rewrite them, I am NOT going to get entrapped in that time suck of despair and self-reproach.

As for expansion, there are a number of stories I want to write further installments to: Until Death or England Do Us Part, the Kraken series, the Any Service series, the Psychic Wolves series…

Share a Bit of a WIP or story idea you are planning on:

While visiting Ewen Cameron in the dungeons under Fort Augustus, Keith Windham forgots his pen-knife. Ewen's guards discover it the next morning when he is searched before his departure for Fort William, and via its inscription, it is traced back to Keith. Keith is court-martialed for aiding a prisoner, found guilty, and cashiered. His sword is broken, and his spirit with it.

Several years go by before he learns that the court martial had been rigged against him from the start, and that Major Guthrie had been instrumental in arranging that. With a burning desire to recover his honour, Keith boards a ship for the Highlands, the site of Guthrie's current posting, to demand satisfaction. Upon landing in Inverness, however, he makes a near-fatal miscalculation: he is robbed, stabbed, and left for dead.

When he wakes, he is in an unfamiliar room, with a very worried Ewen Cameron of Ardroy sitting vigil at his bedside…

Tagging @gniew777, @cedarboots, @verecunda, @tgarnsl, @chiropteracupola, @sailorpants, and anyone else who wishes to play!

#my writing #query memage #tag games

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zoo-mies · 10 days

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Hello you beauties, I'm Velvette, And I'm Valentino.

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Now that we have minor content warnings, take this as a tinder profile, but not really because I DONT HAVE ANY INTEREST IN YOU PUNKS! /lh, full of love of course~<3

I wasn't too sure about this as Valentino IS INCLUDED FURTHER DOWN!! BUT! I don't want this to be about the piss baby, this is my section horndog! Honestly I'm not sure what to put here as I will be a VERY frequent fronter along with my partner in production. So I'll be very simple to start. I'm Velvette, in our headspace I am 4'6, still as aggressive perhaps even more so. o((>ω< ))o I am well into my 20's from WHAT I CAN REMEMBER! I use the pronouns she/her, but I don't mind as long as masculine terms are left out! Extremely aussie accent, some flowing out of our own mouth when I'm hot and heated! If I had a theme song it would be G.U.Y by Lady Gaga because she is my FUCKING IDOL! Anyhow, I am a solid cis-female BUUTTT I am pansexual with no preference! I am absolutely addicted to fashion design, I also love my boys, but not everything they do is agreeable. As for me with the love potion! BUT, this is about seperate characters from source and I'm trying to prove me and him are not as shitty as you always took us out to be! We are actively trying to get into contact with Vox, we miss you!

In headspace we do actually have a production studio on VHS, not nsfw mostly just Val painting and my singing! BUT WE ARE SUPER OPEN TO FRIENDS SO DONT BE AFRAID TO TALK TO US!

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I am Valentino~ I may seem unapproachable from the show but I promise I'm willing to make my actions up to you, even if I don't remember them~ My typhokenisis as followed me throughout our headspace, I use it in a teasing manner, nothing more~ If you are uncomfortable with "endearment" I'm not the one whom you should speak to~ If I can remember clearly I am well into my 30s, perhaps early 40s~ I am bilingual, in body and out of it~ I'm sure babydoll is more than willing to supply translations~ As it was posted I am VERY into art and I find satisfaction through it~ Unfortunately yes, my eyesight is failing~ Ahh, I am around 6'9", of course it is a guesstimate~ I'm hispanic, therefore the cause of the spanish speaking~ I'm cis-male and pansexual~ I can get aggressive from time to time, and I'm working on it~ I hope I meet the getting talked to criteria~

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artist X(Twitter): @hellbone9000 (velvette)

artist X(Twitter): @hellish_tea (Valentino)

#plural system #osdd system #traumagenic system #system safe #system stuff #did system #hazbin hotel #valentino #system #valentino hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel velvette #actually plural #plurality #pluralgang #system things #i worked so hard on this #two hours

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flutishly · 8 months

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At a family-adjacent event, someone from the other side of the family (who I know fairly well at this point) asked me "Have you ever read Hilary Mantel's Wolf Hall?" She knows that I love reading and like talking about books, so it wasn't completely out of left field, but given how much I adore Wolf Hall, it caught me off guard for a moment. Yes, I replied, it's actually genuinely one of my favorite books.

She then started talking about the reasons she mostly hated it. And it wasn't from a perspective of dismissing my love or tearing it down. She talked about how much she admired the writing and about how much she disliked the characters. "He's such a difficult main character," she mused. Yes! I cried, he is!

The whole time, we had this conversation while explicitly coming from different places in terms of engaging with this piece of art, coming from different generations (classic Boomer versus Millennial), and seeking different satisfaction from the art itself. She had just finished the book and I read it years ago, when it came out. But even though we had fundamentally different experiences reading the book, we forged a fascinating conversation. We argued over the literary merits of having such a flawed, difficult protagonist, about what it means to like that (as I do), and more.

And it's these sorts of conversations that I think are sorely missing from fandom. This debate wasn't an argument and it wasn't passive acceptance of someone else's other opinion with no pushback. There were aspects that were obviously just down to taste, but other things were interpretative or contextual. When I compared Wolf Hall as a contrast to the film "A Man For All Seasons", she brought up "Anne of the Thousand Days". Our interpretations were different. Our experiences were different. But that didn't prevent us from finding the contact points.

I love being able to engage with art (as should be pretty obvious by this entire blog). I love watching or reading something and going "ah yes, here is something I liked" and then discussing it. I also often like saying "ah yes, here is something I deeply disliked". My dislike usually doesn't negate my like (if I have it) or even someone else's like (if I don't). Today, gifmakers will often bristle at the idea of tags that don't fully embrace the characters or scenes depicted in the gifs. But for me, part of sharing something is having that discussion. If I'm sharing a gifset, it's because I like it and I want to be able to address something particular in that gifset. Sometimes, I find a relationship compelling without necessarily shipping them; does that mean I can't/shouldn't share something that comes from a place of viewing them romantically, while elaborating on that thought? Maybe, maybe not.

"Make your own post" is the common refrain, but that's exactly what I find missing. Smaller fandoms sometimes manage to have these conversations, but there's a sense that it's always the exception. Fandom revolves around the love of a thing, often leaving little room for truly nuanced discussions of what does or doesn't work for others. Ultimately, I'm surprised and gratified to have found exactly what I was looking for at a child's birthday party, discussing a book I really loved between the salad and the cake. I just wish I could have it within my other fandom communities as well.

#longer thoughts #tumblr culture #fandom #media #media analyses

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dyaz-stories · 2 years

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I feel like Kikyo hates Kagome on the basis that she exists solely because shes her reincarnation and she got to life the kind of life Kikyo never have. Which would explain a lot of things, but it just makes me hate her even more. She was despicable to Kagome, who didn't choose to be her reincarnation and if she's angry at her for shattering the shikon no tama.. that's fair but she gave the shard to Naraku so she has no room to talk. No wonder Kagome wanted her dead or gone one time.

Long reply, under the cut! (I realize that Tumblr does that automatically now but you never know)

Also, as a warning, this post is critical of Kikyo, so while I'm open to conversations about interpretations of the character, you should feel free to skip it if you think it might be upsetting to you! I know it can be unpleasant to see a comfort character being criticized and I don't want people to read things that would make them feel bad.

There's definitely an element of truth to that, at least at the beginning of the manga, though how much it actually has to do with Kagome being Kikyo's reincarnation is up for interpretation. In their first interaction, Kikyo is pretty dismissive of Kagome because she sees her as an extension of herself basically.

I don't remember it coming up again though, but I could be mistaken because it's been a while since I've read the manga!

Kikyo's problems with Kagome do stem from her... maybe not living the life she wanted, but doing things she wanted to do, but at that point Kikyo sees Kagome as her own person (and I'd argue that's part of the problem, actually, but that's, again, up for interpretation).

The thing is that I, personally, don't really mind that as character motivation? Like obviously it's shitty, but I like Kikyo having this fundamentally, though ugly, human emotion. It makes sense, it works well with her. I was rereading these chapters and I thought, again, that Kikyo was such a good villain in the beginning. A tortured, tragic one that you could have empathy for, sure, but a villain nonetheless. I hate her in these chapters, but it's the good, fun (though infuriating lol) kind of hate, and I totally get why other people would like her. I mean, look at how villainous this is:

Again, could 100% be wrong but I don't remember her talking about the Shikon no Tama breaking, though you're right that it would make sense since that was her life's work and she had done everything she could to ensure the Jewel wouldn't hurt people again.

After that, Kikyo slowly gets worse (as a person, not as a character), up until the moment when she does the unforgivable: she tries to kill Kagome and gives Naraku the shards. That part is still interesting to me, because it's a profoundly selfish decision to make, and it shows how far she, someone who had been selfless her whole life, had come. She wanted to be the one to purify the Jewel and to kill him, herself, probably out of pure personal satisfaction (I'd argue she/Rumiko tries to make it look selfless but... it's just not).

My problems with her as a character mostly come after that, precisely because that stuff is dropped completely by the story. After that, Kikyo's dislike for Kagome is kinda just... there? And her motivations for it become a lot more blurry, which I find annoying. Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying that Rumiko should have spoon-fed us everything. I like having to think about things, in general. But it doesn't mean it was well-handled. Like, when Kagome saves Kikyo's life, this is Kikyo's reaction:

And like, okay, the whole thing is that Kikyo thinks that Kagome wouldn't have wanted to save her, and Kagome didn't even have to think about it. She would never have let her die. My problem with that is that I can't think of a reason Kikyo would have to expect Kagome to do that that doesn't require you to look for complex explanations that aren't all that supported in text. So I can say, "well maybe Kikyo would have hesitated so she's projecting it on Kagome" (which we never see) or "Kikyo knows that she's tried to kill Kagome so it would make sense if Kagome wanted her dead" (which hasn't been addressed for over 150 chapters at this point), but I can't come to a satisfying conclusion... Even worse, the actual answer that makes the most sense in text, I think, is "Kikyo thinks that Kagome would be willing to sacrifice her so there wouldn't be interferences between her and Inuyasha" which just feels super shallow to me when these two have much more legitimate problems than 'you're a problem between me and my boyfriend >:( '. (That's because by then, Rumiko has almost completely reduced their conflict to... boys problems.)

So, that's the thing. Kagome never really wanted Kikyo dead or gone. Whenever there was a risk Kikyo could die, she always did what was necessary to ensure it didn't happen; this isn't the only example of that.

Was Kikyo super shitty to Kagome at times? Absolutely! And I think it's completely fair to dislike her for that. I know I do. I also think that your interpretation of it makes total sense and is definitely somewhat supported in canon. But to me, this weird, almost apathetic dislike that we're shown in the second half of the story is a much bigger problem.

#inuyasha #anti kikyo #it's not really but that way if you've blocked the tag you won't see it #inuyasha meta #inuyasha analysis #my analysis #asks #anon #i realize you weren't necessarily asking a question but i still hope my answer makes sense ;-;

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justplainwhump · 2 years

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Making Angel

Masterpost

In a skiing resort for the wealthy, a rich young bastard man hits it off with a confident young woman - and gets told no.

Almost half a year later, that young woman ends up at a secret WRU facility, along with a decent advance payment and clear instructions never to let her say no again.

That's where this story begins...

Contains: BBU, lady whump / box babe, facility whump, whumper POVs, bad people with mundane problems, conditioning, guilt, overtones of noncon (mostly due to the setting, sometimes explicit). Each piece will be tagged individually, too.

Please mind that I'd like to keep my writing 18+, including the pieces that aren't marked nsfw.

(Special shout out to Vee, @for-the-love-of-nsfwhump , who created this AU/spin off with me and is a constant source of inspiration, and to @ashintheairlikesnow for all the rich worldbuilding that I could draw on while building my own part of the BBU sandbox.)

Characters

002238 / "Angel" (she/her) - WRU romantic trainee. Did not sign up for this, but has always been good at pretending.

Handler Alan Nguyen (he/him) - One of WRU's best romantic handlers. Doesn't believe in physical violence in training. Finds beauty in creating devotion. Very arrogant, very successful.

Handler Tyler Parker (he/him) - Junior handler on one of his first assignments. As much of a himbo as one can be when earning money as a professional torturer. Has his own spinoff, [here].

Thane Barlow (he/him) - @for-the-love-of-nsfwhump s character. Mean bastard man. Prospective owner of 238.

Alex Nadler (they/he/she) - Client Relations officer at WRU, specialised in involuntary acquisitions. Would do anything for client satisfaction.

Writing (chronological, sadly that is not the order of posting because I'm a mess // will be updated regularly) * means new

Dany (before)

No (Thane and Dany's first meeting)

Deal (ask reply, before 238)

Big sister (written by Vee)

238 (facility)

Truth

Assignment

Match

Not fair

Dimple

Good Girl

Finishing touch

Sound

>>> [Tyler’s spin-off] * starts here

Season's Greetings *

Angel (with her owner)

Good / Unboxing *

Rule one *

The Driver (explicit noncon)

Hot tub (written by Vee)

Angelina (with a predatory and gaslighting "boyfriend", this arc is big on the domestic abuse vibes)

Stalker

Want

Angelina

Brownstone

Impressions

Barcode

Good girl (drabble; Sloane at Angelina and Tim's wedding)

[in progress]

Angel (in freedom)

No. * (Angel meeting Tyler again)

Comfort * (with Lourdes)

Headaches (drabble; free!Angel facing her past)

Cemetery *

Knowing (drabble; free!Angel talking about her fate)

Angelina (with pet lib) -- probably not canon any longer

Not products

Circles -- definitely not canon

Other scenes (drabbles and 'before')

Intake Papers

Before and After

Why (written by Vee)

Jingles (Sloane and Rosa) >> that family led to a whole distant spin-off, Pet Safety, following Rosa's fate

Documentary (a bit of a meta thing - the beginning of the documentary Tara will do about the case)

Free!Angel with Lourdes (created with @wildfae-afterdark ; Lourdes is their OC from this BBU story)

Grateful (explicit dubcon, written by Vic)

Waiting Up (angsty fluff, written by Vic)

Comfort * (also canon, see above)

Acting *

Bad Pets *

Freckles * (just a snippet)

Bath (written by Vic) *

Shifting *

#angels story #masterpost #masterlist #whump #lady whump #bbu #box boy universe

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distopea · 10 months

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𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍

NAME : Miho

PRONOUNS : I never cared! I mostly go she/her, or she/they, I don't take offense if you call me differently

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION : I prefer discord all the way down! I don't think tumblr is really convenient for chatting and it's easier for me to understand that someone is actually messaging me there. Plus imagine if I ever get fucking shadow banned again gfsydugf

MOST ACTIVE MUSE : The roster ✨Honestly, I can't lie that my mafia muses are often the most active, it comes and goes depending on the motivation of the day! A living nightmare sometimes fdsyg

EXPERIENCE / HOW MANY YEARS : I started RPing in different platforms when I was 12 years old and today I'm 27. Basically that's my most regular hobby so I'm quite used to how it works and I love it profoundly!

BEST EXPERIENCE : Here! It's been three years I'm active on this blog and I truly found my purpose in the RP world. I can have multiple muses and different plots, I have awesome interactions and I'm no more fandom dependent. It's truly the best! (even more when you find your writing soulmates, and you can even develop a live friendship and such, only a wonderful bonus 🙏)

RP PET PEEVE : I have several, but I will voice those I have mostly written in my rules. I really don't like drama in any form, so basically when I see a "drama" tag and names or screenshots dropped, I just block and move on, I don't need that toxicity so it's a forever bye bye on my side. The second main RP pet peeve would be spamming thirst posts and NSFW icons all day long until it clogs the dash, and basically there's nothing left for actual plotting except a perpetual "thirst" for one fictional blorbo. The finale one is constant threads drops with no notification ever. I do drop threads, but I noticed that a few blogs looking for a daily dose of serotonine are just constantly dropping whatever you start with them and it's frustrating on my hand because I tend to be slow so...

PLOTS OR MEMES : Plot is very VERY important for me. I can get the satisfaction of starting something quick and all, but my interest and focus will vanish when there's no plot at all and no story to follow. It's a part of my guilty pleasure, to gush with someone in DM and imagine scenario regarding the next steps! Plots all the way down, my longer and oldest threads are all plotted and I LOVE them.

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES : I'm adaptable, but truly, I know I don't really enjoy short threads. I need material to voice my muses and they have quite a lot to say, a bit of details and context... Otherwise it's getting complicated to push the story forward (for plotted threads at least). I would say medium-long is the perfect length for me!

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSES : Nope, that's for sure, but I have always used a bit of my own persona to build things, like an inch of myself to know how a muse would react to something and all. But basically, I'm a potato compared to my whole roster and I'm glad I have nothing alike with them. Imagine being like a Vex or a Kaizen gsdygf

#⌇the jester leading the show ( 𝙊𝙊𝘾 )#; hello world this is me #; I wanted to do this one again #; nice to meet you

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