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pikapeppa · 1 month
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Would you ever return to Chamomile and Gwent? Or maybe do a new series with Geralt?
Hiii! Thanks for your question! I might return to Chamomile and Gwent if I'm inspired by any future Witcher games that CDPR comes out with. But that would mean I won't be returning to it anytime soon, since any new Witcher games are pretty far off (as per this article).
I can't see myself writing a new series with Geralt because I got so invested in Chamomile and Gwent that I just can't imagine Geralt with anyone else anymore... 😂😅
If anyone is interested in checking out Chamomile and Gwent, it is here on AO3! Geralt x f!Reader, 3 stories spanning >600k words, all with NSFW smut. 🥰
-- love from your friendly neighbourhood Pika! xoxo
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emeraldsage98 · 2 years
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When my fingers start twitching with the urge to write something: Me: No. No. I just fucking published a new fic, absolutely not. Brain: whispers but not this one Me: (Internal screaming commence) Fucking fine, damn it.
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oatmilk-vampire · 3 months
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Always the writer, never the reader.
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jellymellydraws · 3 months
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AO3 Comments are SO SO SOOOOOOO important because you can only leave Kudos ONCE. You add to the hit count ONCE (every 24 hours).
So whenever someone updates their fic, the ONLY way an author knows who their regular readers are is if they comment on each chapter. And we WANT to know who's still reading.
Believe it or not, some of us think about the name that pops up constantly in the comments and go "omg I can't wait to see what they think of THIS SPECIFIC SCENE cuz I KNOW they'll say something about it!!!"
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thewriterswitch · 4 months
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a-kind-of-merry-war · 2 months
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A guy doing marine research into phytoplankton is far out to sea and waiting for the samples to be ready when he spots a fast-moving ripple in the water up ahead.
Fully aware that this spot is home to a migratory orca pod, he assumes he's stumbled across an orca hunting a seal and settles against the railing to watch, because it's not every day you get to see that.
The ripples get closer, the shadows in the water more defined, the water choppier, and suddenly the orca and its unfortunate prey are zooming directly towards the boat and he's waiting, breath held, for them to duck right underneath--
When the water breaks, the ocean sprays, and he's suddenly smacked fully in the face by a very wet, very confused, and very pretty merman, throwing them both down onto the deck while the boat rocks as a confused and now quite hungry orca dives beneath it.
The merman, it turns out, thought that the boat was an ice float and didn't realise his mistake until it was too late. But he's very thankful for the impromptu rescue, and wow don't you have nice arms, and holy shit you've got legs, can I touch them? Is that weird? Can I touch them anyway? And your hair--
So of course they get to talking because they're both utterly fascinated with the other, and soon the sun has set and the samples are long-since ready and the moonlight is making the ocean look black and they part with the knowledge that they'll never meet again, and a kiss, and a lingering look over the shoulder for all the things that can't be...
And the researcher gets back to land, moors his boat, readies his samples. He packs up his things, shoves them into his bags, and prepares to go home. He steps onto the jetty boards and thinks of the merman and the solid wood beneath his feet seems to sway for more than one reason.
There's a splash. He turns, pulled as if by the tide, and there's a ripple in the water. A face. A pair of eyes made black by the moonlight.
And this is how the researcher acquires a merman boyfriend who helps him find samples and the merman acquires a human boyfriend who rescues him from whales.
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winksasleeplesseye · 1 year
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writing, in theory: fun
writing, in practice: [unintelligible noises] [sobs] [maniacal laughter] [screams]
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quotidian-oblivion · 4 months
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How to torture a writer:
Send writing prompts which you know they'll like. Send lots of them. Keep sending them. Dont stop.
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autumn2may · 11 months
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GUYS DO NOT GIVE YOUR MANUSCRIPT TO AN AI THIS IS A BAD IDEA ON EVERY LEVEL DON'T DO IT
original tweet from @jamesjyu reads: "We launch Shrink Ray today on Sudowrite! Upload your manuscript and get loglines, blurbs, synopsis, and full outlines automatically. Takes a ton of legwork out of book marketing. Below the tweet are two images of the program."
original quote tweet from @sudowrite reads: "New in Sudowrite: Upload your whole novel/script, get instant longlines (sic), blurbs, synopsis, and outline!"
tweet from @FantasyFaction reads: "Oh jeez! Bad bad, very bad! Writers DO NOT willingly give your manuscript to an AI so it can "learn" by stealing your work! I know blurbs and synopses are hard, but PLEASE do not do this! - JI 🐉
(stolen from ML Brennan & Sravani Hotha so I can include alt text)"
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muffinlance · 2 months
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Do you get the impression the live action is treating us like utter morons?? Like I thought that making it aimed at an older audience would open the doors for more subtle story telling, but no, they're just using monologues to tell us eveything! Like in the second episode Katara's like 'oh his power isn't that he's the avatar, it's that he ~connects~ to people'. Girl we're not idiots we can see that!! And the first episode with Aang's goddawful 'I don't want this responsibility' monologue
THIS, YES. The word that keeps coming to mind is definitely "subtlety". The show for literal children? Had it. The remake for adults? Not so much.
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rookthebird · 1 month
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hmm what silly little bedtime story should i tell myself tonight *rummages through a creaky little mental file cabinet of folders labeled 'my fave gets rabies,' 'my fave in saw trap,' 'my fave's tuberculosis era'*
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pikapeppa · 2 months
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I'm just realizing now that a bunch of the art links in my old Dragon Age fics are broken/not working anymore and am trying hard not to pull my hair out in frustration. If anyone sees this in my DA fics or fics for other fandoms, can you let me know (comment here or feel free to send me a DM)? I will try and fix them in a timely manner.
Thanks friends!!!
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haley-lana · 8 months
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call-me-jmd · 5 months
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You Know You're A Writer When You:
Start Writing
Check If The One Thing You Wrote About Is Real (For Example: A Flower, No I Will Not Tell You What One)
Get Distracted By Social Media Or Something (Totally Not Why This Post Has Been Written, What Are You Talking About)
70% Chance Of Losing The Writing Motivation, 20% Of Forgetting What You're Doing In The First Place, 10% Of Keeping The Writing Motivation.
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mrzombielover · 10 months
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real price hours tn
NSFW warning! f!reader, porn no plot
“yeah, just like that… goood girl…” price groans as you take him fully, taking a large puff from the lit cigar he dangles. you whimper at his words, making him chuckle as he exhales smoke in your face.
“oh, you like that, huh?” he laughs, free hand running down your waist and coming to grab a fistful of your ass. “dirty girl…” you squeak as he slaps your ass.
you mewl when you start to move, letting out a shaky breath as you bounce agonizingly slow on his cock, still adjusting to the stretch. you throw your head back, a soft moan slipping past your lips as you wrap your arms around his neck, letting a hand run through his hair and grip at the roots. he chuckles again, rolling his hips into you, drinking in every whine and gasp and moan that you give him. he takes another puff of his cigar, hand trailing from your ass around to your hip to rub soft circles into your clit. you keen at that, head falling forward onto his shoulder.
"captain!" you whine.
"shh, shh, baby," price shushes you gently, softly connecting his lips to yours as he breaths smoke out his nose. he swallows your moans as you let them into his mouth, and you feel dizzy against him as you roll your hips, greedily chasing the electrifying pleasure. you quiver around him, reduced to a whimpering mess as you're stretched out around his fat cock. he's all you can focus on, everything else dissolving but his length inside you and the smell of his musk and cigar.
"so perfect for me," he mumbles against your flesh, placing kisses before softly biting your neck.
"captain..." you moan again, bouncing sloppier now, more desperately.
"please!" it's almost a sob. you don't exactly know what you're begging for, but the plead leaves your lips anyway like a last prayer. Price laughs dryly, letting his eyes slip shut and head fall back against the headboard.
"you're so pretty when you whine. poor baby, you cant do it alone?" he teases, rolling his hips against yours. you moan louder now, falling forward slightly as he starts to fuck up into you. your back is arching against him, barley processing his words.
"come on, sweet girl," he says softly in your ear, his thumb on your clit making you throb and squeeze on him, hands searching for something, anything to grip on to. "thaaat's it.. just needed my help, huh?" he says soothingly as you dig your nails into his back.
"oh, god!" you squeak, letting a strangled cry into his ear.
"fuck! I'm gonna-" you cut yourself off with a loud moan, all strength leaving your body as Price thrusts up, repeatedly abusing your g-spot. His fingers dig into your hip, other hand clenching his cigar so hard it nearly crumbles in his grip, but not a single part of your brain cares about that now. The orgasm hits you in shaky waves, reducing you to a throbbing, soaking, shaking mess as it washes over you.
"yeah, good girl," He says softly, pressing a kiss to your temple as his pace slows. He takes one last puff before haphazardly dropping his cigar into the ashtray on his bedside table, not even giving you a chance to catch your breath before he's fully lifting you up and flipping you onto your back.
"can you give me one more, baby?"
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winterinhimring · 9 months
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Me, putting my characters in situations: This is for the character development, you’ll have to deal with it.
Me, in situations: Lord, I know this is for character development but I don’t like this character development.
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