Hey Fic Reader, yeah you! If you like a fic, say something, hit like, reblog or comment, anything to let the author know you like thier stuff. Yes YOU!
Am hearing a trickling of info that people like my stuff, but when I look at the likes, comments, and reblogs on the pieces mentioned, I'm not seeing the folks mentioned in this second hand info anywhere.
I'm so frustrated right now because I seriously doubt my writing skills even though I've been writing fic since I was 14 which was more than a few years ago.
Do you know how many times I have wanted to completely delete Blinded By the Fog because it doesn't feel like anyone gives a shit about it? Same for Stick Handling and all the other series I've been working on.
Seriously if you like an author's work, PLEASE tell them by liking, reblogging and/or commenting. This isn't me begging for me, this is me begging for every other writer on Tumblr, AO3, and everywhere else. Your feedback is what keeps us writing, keeps us driving behind the keyboard. If you want to see more from a writer, tell them, do not assume someone else will tell them for you.
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Balance the Scales
A new original story, posting chapters weekly & free!
Cedric & Gideon are two dragon shifters locked in an epic battle of hook-up chicken. They both know they must search for their true fated mates, but somehow can't help returning to each other's arms (and beds). Then they meet Alex, a human barista who knows nothing of the world of shifters, who turns them both upside down.
Balance the Scales is a polyamorous, fated mates, dragon shifter story. The first chapter is here, and new chapters post on fridays! Teaser after the cut.
ao3 style tags: #eventual smut #medium burn #Porn with feelings #NSFW, #fated mates, #dragons, #lovers to idiots to dragons to lovers once again, #threesome, #polyamory, #anal sex, #blowjobs, #awkward first times, #coffeeshop meet-weird #aggressive use of kitchen tongs #marking #no ABO dynamic #non ABO shifters #original fiction #unprotected Sex #ot3
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Cedric
It happened like clockwork. Like my libido was on a fucking timer. When had I become so predictable? The snap of my briefcase rang out in my empty office, a satisfying thunk that felt like closing a chapter. Every time, I told myself it would be the last time.
And then, the ache in my gut would start. It would grow unbearable, and I’d find myself here. Sitting in my office after dark, long after I’d sent everyone home. Staring at my phone. Typing and deleting a dozen texts, all variations on a theme:
U up?
U Busy?
U free tonight?
I used the abbreviation for ‘you’ mostly to annoy Gideon. I texted instead of calling mostly to annoy Gideon. I did a lot of things to annoy Gideon.
Annoying him was safer, safer than letting myself really want him. Because, if I was going to be a slave to my urges, I wasn’t going to be miserable alone. I would dig my fingers into the lingering bruise of our semi-regular hookups so Gideon was just as full of self-loathing as I was.
I was pretty sure Gideon hated me.
I was pretty sure I needed Gideon to hate me, because the alternative was even more painful, because hate was at least something, something deep, fiery and primal.
And, we dragon shifters were nothing if not deep, fiery and primal.
The place between my shoulder blades itched, my human skin wearing thin and tight like an ill-fitting suit. I unbuttoned the collar of my shirt, as if that would help. The urge to shift always rose with my desire to see Gideon. At his place, I could wear the skin of my ancient fauna. I could stretch my wings, the bones in my jaw and skull expanding to accommodate fangs and horns and the armored plates that rand down my vertebrae. Gideon would shift, too. And in our dragon forms, we’d fight. Then we’d shift back, and we’d fuck. The sparring was foreplay, brutal and animalistic. One of these times, I always thought, Gideon and I really might kill each other.
It was the same every time, a constant, but goddamn it if it every time wasn’t the highlight of my life.
Gideon and I had met at a farmers’ market six years ago. A real bougie meet-cute right out of a gay hallmark movie. The small-town farmer and the big city executive. I’d been passing through town on the way to visit my parents, and I stopped to get a pressed juice and a pastry, and some flowers for my mother. And there was Gideon, standing at his little farm stand, haloed in an explosion of color, dozens of flower arrangements and elegant bouquets. He was huge and rugged. Scowling. Beautiful. Putting all the flowers to shame.
I approached with caution, because I could tell he saw me immediately for what I was, just as I recognized him. I looked into his icy blue eyes and saw the beast beneath.
For a several moments, we’d just stared at each other.
I bought some flowers. He gave me his card.
It took me three weeks to work up the courage to call him.
We met for a drink, despite the fact that we both knew we’d never work. It was just my luck—the only other ancient shifter in a hundred miles, and he wasn’t mine.
And I wasn’t his.
That was the thing with ancients. Our power came with a lot of rules, many of which didn’t have much bearing on modern life, except the first, and the biggest. Each shifter born with an ancient fauna only had one mate. A true mate.
It was something you just knew, deep in your bones, deep in your soul, when you saw them. It was an instant, undeniable attraction. Fate. Destiny. Blah blah blah. My parents could—and often did—wax endlessly poetic about the day they’d met. Their story was sweet enough to turn anyone into an instant diabetic
As hot and infuriating and toe-curling in the sack as Gideon was, he wasn’t mine. He wasn’t my destiny. I’d mostly given up on finding my true mate, and I imagined Gideon probably felt the same. We could never have that kind of soul-deep pair bond between us that would allow us to be truly complete. Truly settled. Whole.
But we could absolutely get together from time to time and fuck each other’s brains out. It took the edge off being so goddamn lonely. Kinda. With a resigned sigh, I looked down at the screen of my phone, brushing my thumb over it, like maybe I could feel my way to a better solution.
I hit send.
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Collab Appreciation Challenge!
💖💝💕💗💘 Tag 5 blogs you've collaborated with to thank them for being AMAZING and for making fandom so much fun! 💖💝💕💗💘
(drop links, snippet, and art if you can)
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Oooo so hard to pick, I wanna tag about 20 people here but if it's just 5 then.....
Stucky cowboy AU Knockin Boots With Sugar with @buckybarnesdeservestobehappy
Stucky knight/prince AU Florescence with @allegedlyann
Stucky pirate AU A Shot Across The Bow with @becassine
Stucky Extreme Yoga Challenge with @ao3-elle1991
And this was a collab with another artist! Stucky Bookstore with @rufferto9
Tagging @kocuria , @kimmycup , @thedamageofherdays , @elkleggs and @thiccbuckybarnesfic if you want to participate, no pressure. ❤️
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💌✨️Send this to ten other bloggers you think are wonderful. Keep the game going✨️💌
I feel so lucky to have gotten to know you and I so appreciate the perspective and creativity you've brought to the QAF fandom.
Wow...now I am crying. I have been doubting myself in the last week or so because of stuff outside of fandom. This really boosted my morale. Thank you.
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okay we need to have an intervention.
i've noticed that people don't leave the same kind of unhinged compliments under fanfics that visual artists usually receive (eg, "i want to eat your art"), so i've come up with a list that you need to start employing when your friends send you their WIPs and when your favorites update on ao3 but you're having a hard time commenting something that sounds intelligent and you still want to support them
"you're like if [famos author] (eg, Victor Hugo if the fic is angst) was into [fandom]"
"well THIS has been added to my pre-sleep daydream schedule"
"this fic invaded my mind and consumed my brain like a spore"
"I'M LOSING SLEEP OVER THIS ONE, FOLKS"
"yOu'Ve AlReAdY lEfT kUdOs HeRe"
"this fic has me scratching at my yellow wallpaper, it's so good"
"this fic has me checking under my floorboards for the heart of a kind man i murdered, it's so good"
"i'm making my parents read this"
"i know only one chapter is out so far, but i'm going to print this out, staple it together, and put it on my bookshelf next to the canon material"
"this fic gave me another mental illness"
(you can only do this one once) "i made an ao3 account specifically to bookmark this"
"i'm going to print this out so i can eat the words on the paper"
and a couple that are just nice (without the feral nature):
"i made a custom playlist to listen to while i read this fic"
"this fic reminds me of [song]"
"i really liked the part where [x], it really stuck with me"
"i really liked this line, [quote the line,] it was so well-written!"
artists: draw fanart of the fic!! it doesn't matter if you think your art skills are good and it doesnt matter if it's just a sketch!! let the author see it!!
make a moodboard!! for the fic!! let the author see it!!
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