#inexperienced writer

[cartoonishreal]

The pasta is ready, children!! Eat up!!!! <3333

AWAKE is fine :3

#creepypasta #pokepasta #ao3 link #inexperienced writer #sorryy #eto bleh #😋 #my writing

[christronomy]

thinking about jeongin and how love with him would be so innocent at first, but then as time goes on, you experiment more and build a lot more confidence with being intimate. your kisses linger for a little longer than usual, you tease him with soft, featherlight touches that leave him breathless, and he has the cutest surprised expression on his face because when did you start getting so bold?

he subconsciously starts doing it too though, letting his hands wander a little bit more every time you make out, and it's like that for a while, until your touches get more risky, and you're both gasping into each other's mouths in surprise. you swear you can practically feel his heartbeat accelerating because of how close you are now, and since when did this room get so hot? he whines against your lips, not wanting to be too far from you for a second, because these new feelings he's experiencing are a little overwhelming, but you're helping him stay grounded. also because he wants more, so much more.

before he knows it, his cock is twitching in his pants at the thought of the two of you going as far as undressing each other, and he's already utterly captivated by the thought of having you under him, naked, in his bed, no barriers between your bodies at all. you can't help but think the same, because oh how pretty he'd look, how pretty he'd sound while he's on top of you, panting, breathless, desperately fucking into you, begging you to let him cum inside you.

he wants to learn the proper way to love you—wants to know where and how to touch you in ways that will make you scream his name and fall even more in love with him. but it's your first time, his too. you have to take it slow for now. but he's okay with that. he's even more okay with it when he notices how sensitive you are, how every touch makes you gasp and squirm under him. he likes it went you guide him and tell him where and how you like it.

“curl your fingers like- fuck- like that," you'd say, the way his slender fingers brush against your gummy walls as his thumb rubs your clit just right making your back arch suddenly, and you gasp and moan softly in surprise. he makes sure to imprint that in his brain, remember it for next time, because he wants everything to be perfect for you no matter how inexperienced he is. he wants to limit any mess ups because you deserve the absolute best from him.

now you've already gotten past the most tedious part, which was getting his cock inside you before he had the chance to cum, cause he was already so close the second he felt your warm, velvety walls sucking him in, so warm, inviting. maybe even a little greedy. a part of him is more relieved than nervous, because he wouldn't trust anyone else but you to do this, and he's so glad you trusted him as well. he's a little clumsy at first as he settles on top of you, but he's already a whining mess once he starts moving. you look up at him, watching how his pupils dilate with lust, but he's still got that same adorably curious look on his face as he looks down at you. it's like he's asking you a silent is this okay? and you nod, urging him on softly.

he's gripping your hips tightly, not really for any particular reason, he just doesn't know what to do with his hands. but he won't tell you that, of course. you find it very endearing, the fact that it's almost like he's trying to impress you, even though you both have never done this before. he moves at a steady pace, trying his best not to get carried away and let the pleasure get the best of him because he really wants you to enjoy this just as much as he is.

and god, when you moan like that, when you whisper for him to move at that certain angle that makes you dizzy with this newfound sensation, and the way you'll yelp softly and clench around him when his cock brushes against that spot inside you just the way you like it, he can't get enough. he hopes he can see you like this as much as possible. if it were up to him, it'd be every single day, especially when he sees the way you look so beautiful when you come undone just for him, all because of him, for the first time ever. he thinks there's really no better way to have experienced his first time than like this.

#solieverse: planet reverie #writers block magically disappeared and i came up with this #i'm a sucker for whipped/inexperienced innie #huge sigh #i'm a sucker for him in general actually #jeongin smut #in smut #skz smut #yang jeongin smut #stray kids smut

[lokischocolatefountain]

Guess

Fandom: Star Wars, The Mandalorian

Pairing: Din Djarin x Reader

Rating: PG13, fluff

Word count:

Summary: A game of guessing goes right in every way for you and Din, your kind of friend, sort of boss.

A/N: Day 1 of my fic advent calendar and my first Din Djarin fic on here! Credits to my friend @lokislittlevalkyrie for co-creating the reader character and for our long conversations about her and Din. Keep checking the advent calendar Masterlist for more fics dropping this month. And leave me a little comment to encourage me to keep the fics going 💜💜💜

“Stop scowling.”

“I’m not scowling,” he lied, trying his best to keep his tone neutral even though he was surprised that she knew he was scowling. Lucky guess, he told himself. But how many lucky guesses could one person have about his facial expressions?

“You so were!” She insisted, sinking further back into the novelty ‘chair’ she bought on their last stop. It was a sphere half filled with tiny soft particles that molded itself to the user’s shape. She slouched on it as she continued watching one of her holodramas, something with a murder or speeders (or both) at the heart of the story.

“I was not.”

“If you say so, Din Can,” she said, using her nickname for him. He chuckled reflexively, unable to control his responses to her. Thankfully, his helmet filtered the sound out, saving him the embarrassment of finding humor in the humiliating nickname. He smiled, glad she didn’t know just how many times she’d made him laugh whether by mocking him or making clever remarks in general.

“I do say so.”

She was beautiful. Taking up the creed meant hiding one’s own face from others. To hide what would serve as the basis of others’ first impression of you so that your valor and your character would serve as your defining features. Vanity was not something he was raised with. Yet he knew beauty when it stared him in the eye and called him Din Can everyday. Or Tin Djarin. Buckethead when he really pissed her off.

Dinny Bear when she was intoxicated.

Blood rushed to his cheek when he thought of the last time she did that. She’d gotten very comfortable around him in the months they’d been crew mates. All her initial jitters and jumpiness around him had gone and been replaced with her stubbornness, strange sense of humour, and a level of confidence she didn’t have with him before.

He had to chase her down to even get her to accept the job he was offering her as a travelling mechanic. He’d never heard of one before. And she was quite frightened of him after the kind of interaction they had at Peli’s shop. But he needed a mechanic on board. With the kid in his hands now, it became hard to juggle a failing ship with hunting bounties and caring for a mischievous kid who waited for the moment he took his eyes off him to cause chaos.

It helped to have a mechanic on board at all times. She was wonderful and came approved by Peli. Over time, she became more than his mechanic. A friend, he would be brave enough to say. If he were braver with women, he would say that he’s caught her sneaking glances at him. That he felt her twinkling eyes rove over his armor every now and then. Sometimes he was confident of it. At others, he convinced himself that his mind was clouded by his desire for her. By his desire for her to desire him too.

The matter of his expressions came up once again later after dinner.

“Stop looking so grumpy.”

“You cannot see my face.”

“Yeah but you look grumpy.”

He grunted, turning away from her to focus on the controls. They were on hyperspeed. There was nothing he needed to do with the controls. But to come face to face with her when she told him exactly what he did underneath his helmet was…too much.

“Heyy! Let’s play a game?” She asked, her voice bubbling with excitement.

“Play with Grogu.”

“He’s asleep. And this is not a game for little potatoes.”

He chuckled softly at the nickname and looked up at her again, awaiting her proposal. “What would that be?” He asked.

“A drinking game.”

“Drinking is a game now?”

“Dank farrik! I missed when you used to be quiet. Just listen to me. I’ll guess what your face looks like under your helmet and if I get it right, you should take a sip of your drink. And if I get it wrong, I take a sip. Let’s do it with the Silver Elixir,” she said, getting up from her seat to fetch the bottle from their liquor cabinet they kept locked to keep away from wandering little womp rats.

She returned with the bottle, two glasses and straws. They’d recently taken to drinking together. She bought him a straw a begged him to join her, using her sweet eyes and her adorable pout to convince him. She said she only had drinks with friends and that drinking alone on the razor crest made her feel lonely.

He gave in to her, just like he gave in to their little green crewmate.

She didn’t need to use a straw, of course. Yet she did. When he asked, she said it was so that he didn’t feel lonely drinking through a straw like a kid. Even in her insults, she managed to be sweet.

“Start guessing,” he said impatiently as she sat next to him and looked intently at their glasses to see if they were filled equally.

“Sure, sure… You have dark hair,” she said, passing his drink to him. “Dark brown.”

“A little too obvious, isn’t it?” He asked, knowing she had definitely seen his hair in the trash after he gave himself haircuts and shaved his facial hair.

“Drink up, old man!” She said, lips wide in a grin as she knew already that she was right.

He snorted, but followed through, taking a sip of the strong liquor. “Alright. Next.”

“You have….big green ears.”

“Wrong,” he huffed, smiling nevertheless at her sense of humour.

“Damn it! I should’ve known they wouldn’t fit inside the helmet,” she said, taking a sip. She was smiling too, and unlike his, it was out in the open and as bright as the stars around them.

“Those were two descriptors. Big and green. Take one more sip,” he argued. He didn’t particularly want to get her drunk, but he liked how adorable she was when intoxicated. One of their drinking sessions ended with her snuggling up to him because she couldn’t find the kid to snuggle like a children’s stuffed animal.

“What? No! It was one guess, so it’s one sip.”

“Again, you guessed the size and color of my ears and they were both wrong. Take a sip.”

She rolled her eyes, but complained, taking another sip. She leaned close and narrowed her eyes at him, as though focusing on his helmet would reveal what was underneath. He smiled unconsciously, taking in the beauty of her from up close. The light in her eyes, the way her eyebrows knit together when she was in deep thought, lips that impressed him with the wittiest remarks… Lips he wanted desperately to pull to his, to devour and make moan his name.

“No moustache.”

“Hmmm….” He hummed, thinking of how he could sort the point for this. He *did* have a moustache, but that was only now. There were times when he shaved it off completely. “It’s complicated. I have a moustache now, but I change it quite frequently. So, half a sip.”

“If I have to take half a sip, so should you.”

“No, I don’t,” he scoffed at her warped logic. Here he was, being nice and giving her some credit even though she was wrong. But she was trying to take advantage of it.

“Yeah you should. If I’m taking half a sip because I was half right and half wrong, you should also take a sip because you’re half right and half wrong.”

“No. That’s not how it works. I have facial hair now, which means you are wrong. I should’ve made you take a full sip, but I decided to make a concession because I am sometimes fully shaven.”

“Dank Farrik! You’re such a lightweight. Just say you can’t handle your liquor and I’ll let you go,” she taunted, a smirk plying at her lips.

“Oh please, I can handle my liquor much better than you can. Here,” he said, drinking the strong undiluted alcohol like it was water in a few big sips. He slammed the glass against the control panel surface and shrugged. “See, I’m good. You are the one who gets drunk after one portion of the Silver Elixir and terrorizes the kid.”

She gasped, as though he made a much bigger accusation. “I don’t terrorize the kid! I just give him extra cuddles and kisses. He enjoys them very much. It’s called affection, Tin Can. Ever heard of it?”

He tilted his head at her in the way that sometimes made her swallow audibly. “So you think that because of my way of life, I have never experienced affection?”

She opened and closed her mouth quickly, as though her mind and lips were in disagreement about whether or not what they were about to say was appropriate. He smiled under his helmet, proud of himself for stumping her. She talked a lot. Since he was a quiet man, everyone else was talkative in comparison. But she was the voice he heard the most as they lived together on the Razor Crest and their other occupant communicated mostly in coos and squeals.

“That’s not what I meant!”

“Say what. Since the drinking thing was already disproportionate anyway because I’m not guessing your features and I can handle my liquor much better than you do….lets change the rules.” He took a deep breath, afraid of the consequences of his words but unable to miss this opportunity. “For each correct guess you make, I’ll give you a kiss.”

“You’re kidding,” she said, scoffing.

“I’m not known for my humor.”

She took a deep breath and looked directly into his eyes, making his heart skip a beat. Kriff, the things she did without even knowing! He thought he could die from the anticipation of hearing her next guess. Would she guess something ridiculous like big green ears to make sure she doesn’t have to kiss him? Or would she make a very obviously correct guess?

“You have…” she trailed in a softer voice, looking at him almost coyly. “…pink lips.”

Not the most obvious guess. Not all humans had pink lips. And he could easily not be human. He didn’t remember telling her he was… But if she was going for something for a higher likelihood of being correct… Kriff he hoped she was. “Do you want me to turn the lights off or blindfold you?” He asked, conveying indirectly that she was right.

“Wh-whaaat? Why?” She sputtered, looking at him with those pretty eyes, vulnerability brimming in her expressions.

Did he get the wrong idea? Maybe her obvious guesses weren’t because she wanted to be right so she could kiss him… Maybe it was just the product of her usual playful nature.

“Because I will have to take my helmet off when I kiss you,” he proceeded to say, even as his heart beat faster with the anxiety of how this could go. They were adults. It it was a misunderstanding, he would simply get over it and do his best to not make it awkward between them. “And you cannot see me.”

“I…” she trailed off before letting out a nervous laugh. “I didn’t think you were serious.”

“Again. Not known for my humor,” he said, letting a smile seep into his words. She was so kriffing adorable, looking all nervous like a blurrg stuck in a doorway. “You don’t have to, of course. I can give you something else. Ten credits, perhaps?”

“What, no. A deal is a deal.”

“Then tell me, my dear mechanic. Lights out or blindfold?”

“Lights out.”

Pity. He was hoping to see her pretty face when he kissed her. Not moving from where he was, he pressed the buttons on the control panel, turning all the lights out. In the pitch black of outer space, he could see nothing. Perfect.

“What can you see?” He asked, just to be sure.

“Nothing,” she said, in her voice so low and soft that it was swallowed up by the darkness. What entity wouldn’t want to swallow up something his pretty mechanic put out? Every word she said, every touch of her fingers against the trees and rocks and flowers. If he were air, he would luxuriate in her scent. If he were water, he would caress her skin and play with her hair as he cleansed her. If he were fire, he would creep into her skin, warm her up when she needed. But he was nothing but man. So, he would have to satisfy himself with a kiss from her lips.

“Are you sure?” She asked as he stepped forward to her.

“I am. Are *you* sure?”

There was silent for a moment before she said, “Yes. Kiss me.”

Needing nothing else, he took his helmet off and placed it carefully on his seat. His heart thudded against his ribs, and his breaths grew labored. And he hadn’t even touched her yet.

In all his years, he had never kissed anyone. It was not part of the culture of his people what with the metal barriers that kept them from it. He remembered the sweet kisses on his forehead and cheeks from before he took the creed. But that was not what his heart desired. He wanted the kind of thing she watched on her holopad, all the holodramas with characters who showed their desire through an intense kiss that left their partner speechless.

He reached forward and found her hand. She gasped softly, the quietness of the ship letting him in on her soft sounds. He caressed up her arm, enjoying the slight tremble of her skin beneath the tips of his fingers. He stopped at her neck and allowed himself to cradle it in his hand. He felt her lean closer and he reciprocated, taking the final step. He tilted his head to his right feeling that she tilted to her right.

As he closed the gap between them, he felt her warm breath on his skin. He swallowed, his lips parting from how nervous he was. What if he was no good? What if he didn’t have good breath? What if he’s such a bad kisser that she— he gasped softly as she pressed her lips against his. In an instant, she quietened the sounds his head. The fast beating of his heart, he realized was now from the effect of proximity to her more than his insecurities.

She placed one hand on his shoulder and wrapped her other arm around his waist. He let out a shaky breath at the intimacy of their contact and let his other hand trail down her back. She pressed herself closer against his beskar clad chest, making him wish he had the forethought to toss that bit of his armor too. He wanted to feel her. Every bit of her that she was offering up to him like she truly believed he was deserving.

Her lips were soft, just as he’d dreamt them to be. He’d never kissed before. It was an act saved for married couples in the covert, as only your spouse could see you with your helmet off. He had married friends who waxed poetry about the magic of kissing. How they felt like nothing and nobody mattered other than your partner. How it turned you into putty in their hands. He thought it was exaggerated… Until now.

He cupped her cheek, her face fitting in his hand and making him feel a new sense of protectiveness towards her. He’d protected her before, sure, but this felt different. This was something to do with a need to be gentle with her. To cherish her and treasure her. She licked his lips and he parted them instinctively, letting her tongue between his lips. He shuddered as her fingers threaded through his hair. He whimpered and pulled her closer to himself in the moment of vulnerability, using her as a crutch to support him. He’d never been touched like that before…

Her fingers explored his hair and he allowed himself to relax in his arms, even letting himself give her comforting caresses of her back. He felt her melt into his arms as their kiss deepened. She tasted of the silver elixir first, but when they were both a little along the way, he began to taste something that was distinctly her. Something sweet, mixing with the fragrance of her citrusy perfume to further dull his senses.

It was soft, but electrifying. He poured his passions into the kiss, exploring her with his tongue and luxuriating in the sweet little whimpers she let out. The technicalities stopped mattering. He was here, holding the girl he’d been pining for, lips connected as the unlikely result of a stupid game. That moment was all that mattered and her sounds of satisfaction told him that he wasn’t doing so bad after all.

She pulled back in a while and they let out the breaths they’d be holding. She let out a laugh and he smiled, comforted by her job. He didn’t even know he’d been holding his breath. He’d forgetting the necessity for breathing as he found her lips.

“You have…a big nose,” she said, confusing him.

“Huh?” He asked, his mind still clouded from her kiss.

“I get another kiss if I’m right, Dim Djarin,” she teased, pointing to his obliviousness when it came to things of this nature.

“Right,” he said, grinning as he kissed her again. He needed to play games with her more often.

#din djarin #din djarin fic #din djarin fluff #din djarin x reader #din djarin x you #din djarin x ofc #din djarin x y/n #din djarin x original female character #the mandalorian #the mandalorian fanfiction #the mandalorian fic #the mandalorian fluff #inexperienced!din #din x reader #din x you #mando x reader #mando x you #mando fic #pedro pascal #pedro pascal character fanfic #star wars #star wars fanfiction #star wars fic #am i a star wars fic writer now? #din dijarin x reader #din djaren #din dijarin fanfiction #all that i've inflicted on the world

[beetornado]

EVERYTIME I watch The Good Place I love it more. It’s like “oh haha silly comedy” and then “ you are crying and also sobbing. You love these characters like they were friends” and I wish I could have it as a nicely bound hardcover book so I could keep it in my bookshelf.

#the good place #is genuinely one of my favorite works of writing and I’ll die on that hill ok #this is rambling but I Do Not Care. #like it’s the exploration of the central theses of how we can support and change eachother for the better #through each character’s in-depth growth throughout the series #I wish there was a book version!! I love keeping physical copies of things!!! aaa #losing it over this show every time I watch it #I’d transcribe it myself but I am… an inexperienced writer and a not experienced at all book binder lol

[3co]

tokkitsune/mekafox nation i have angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, smut, you name it lined up to unleash on the frankly barren ao3 lined up as in: i have the ideas, but haven't written them.... but i'm excited to ! just have to decide which to go with first....

#kiriko #kiriko kamori #dva #hana song #overwatch #overwatch 2 #mekafox #tokkitsune #kirihana #fanfic #ao3 #im an inexperienced fanfic writer #but also #an english literature student #i GOT this #im about to #carry the tag on ao3 #happy new yuri

[ariannadi]

Having the clan leaders in masters is just making me wish we got a book or SOMETHING that established backstories/lore for these characters.

For instance, is Irida actually older than Adaman? She talks to him like a child, and as we saw in the credits for Hisuian Snow (presumably two years before PLA according to the info we get in game) Adaman looks like he’s ~16, hasn’t reached his full height, and is still in his Diamond Clan member uniform, whereas Irida is already leader by the looks of things despite allegedly having only just come into the role in Legends.

Not to mention, post-game, Irida and Mai admit they have talks about how Adaman is doing as a leader, who is also known to not be taken seriously by his people and treated like a little brother moreso than anything. So when he rags on Irida about inexperience, is it just inconsistent writing? Is it him just pointing out that neither of them have the right to denounce the player on the grounds of seniority?

EXPLAIN POKÉMON. EXPLAAAAAIN.

#grrr this makes it so hard to write my canon #it’s why I kinda have to make stuff up on the fly A LOT #Pokemon legends Arceus #Adaman #Irida #Adi says things #I should clarify I still think Irida is younger but came into her role earlier than Adaman #because if you ignore his little comment about her being inexperienced everything else we’ve gotten makes sense #I honestly think it’s just the writers not keeping tabs on what they were writing

[throttlegainwell]

I know it can be frustrating to find fics that occupy the center of the "what I'm interested in" and "what I'm willing to read" Venn diagram, and I enjoy a good relatable fanfic meme as much as the next guy, but I do wish there was less emphasis on having to wade through "bad" fics to get to what you want. People who are insecure about their writing but just want to have fun in fandom see those posts, too. And the people writing fics that you may consider too amateurish, poorly written, or weirdly formatted to read are real people, and they're a part of fandom. Many of them want to learn how to write; many will improve over time, with concerted effort or just through regular practice. For some, that's just how they write. And that's fine.

Like, I get it. I do. I'm not saying you have to engage with writers whose work you don't enjoy/want to read or that it's wrong to be frustrated or picky. And the nature of tumblr is such that you can say something on your private blog without meaning for it to blow up and spread outside your circle of friends. Just... I dunno, I feel like it doesn't hurt to be reminded sometimes that writing is a skill, people are at different experience levels (and different technical levels within that! you can be great at one aspect of writing and not great at another), and there's no fandom bar to entry.

#fandom #i don't even mean the 13-year-olds #(though yes i do mean them too) #i think a 50-year-old who's never written a day in their life but just can't stop thinking about the movie they watched last weekend #and bangs out a draft that looks like an inexperienced writer wrote it #has just as much place in fandom as someone who's a published author in their RL #and so does someone who's been writing for a while but their style is on the simpler side or whose work hasn't changed much #and i may not necessarily want to read what they write but i do want them to continue writing if they want to #and i want them to share their excitement and their work and their love for the story if that's something they'd like to do #i think there's something to be said here for the commodification of fandom #in the sense that works are treated as 'content' and creators not seen as people #but i also came up in the age of the spork #and when fic archives were separate they were typically curated for quality (though that's fair because it was someone's personal project) #so no it's not a recent thing fandom has always kind of been this way #anyway my point is just be kind

[smilesrobotlover]

I have overestimated my ability to write

just hope that nobody will care that the febuwhump fics will be posted after February lol. 

#how do yall do this man #smilessona #i did have a pretty good buffer and then i fricked it up cuz i'm terrible at having buffers LKSDJAFLKJH #i WILL post this one today #cuz i promised but also #it is based after the prompt for today #and i want it to at least fit ya know #GAAAH #i am an inexperienced writer and it shows #but its ok... it.s fine #i'm fine #just suffering greately skljfhls

[tenpintsof-sundrop]

okay okay I got it

I think one of the biggest problems with the word 'cunny' is that people are trying to feminize the word cunt and make it all soft and palletable. like hello the word 'pussy' is right there if you want a word that is soft and feminine for smut.

cunt is always going to sound aggressive - as it should.

cunt is for smut fics where you want it to sound brutal and harsh and extra filthy. it's why 'cunt' as an insult hits so hard.

and if you are a first time smut writer and you are afraid of the word cunt (first of all, if you are a first time smut writer and you are afraid of any words, I recommend that you just stop writing smut, go mature up and then come back and try again) - don't use 'cunny'. it's just bad.

use 'pussy' or even 'entrance' instead

#people don't understand that a huge part of smut is TONE #and a huge part of that is what words you choose to use #whenever I see someone use 'cunny' I just laugh #not because it's 'cringe' #but because it is THE mark of an inexperienced writer who just regurgitates back whatever they read in other fics without thought #sundrop speaks #fanfiction

[wittywallflower]

Whenever I see fanfic generalized as 'bad writing', I have to wonder wtf the speaker is reading. Because I read a lot of fic. Like, I read entire tags sometimes. And on average, fic is Decent. There is some really Great stuff, and usually the worst I come across is fic that is profoundly Mediocre. But actually Bad? So bad I wont finish reading it? That's pretty rare.

In the fandoms I normally read, anyway.

Cuz I started reading for something different and wow. I am dnf-ing stories left and right for every reason under the sun. I've quit more fics in one day than i have for entire other fandom tags. It's wild.

#even the ones that I finish a good 30-40% of them are just so lackluster #stuff happens in the plot but it doesnt feel like stuff happens emotionally for the reader (often because they are an inexperienced writers #so i just kudos and move on) #one was actually technically well written with good vocabulary and whatnot but it was written pretentious as hell #like there's a time and a place for certain tones. the characters you are writing would never use any of those 5-dollar adjectives #you are liberally sprinkling into ea ch and every sentence. its all correctly used and coherent #but its jarring. it feels like the fucking Muppets having highly intellectual discourse and its Not A Gag. no punchline just SAT words

[ravenelyx]

Yes, I am my number 1 supporter. No one supports me like I do. I will boast and brag about my writing like I'm the new Oscar Wilde. I will consider my stories the best and most creative like I'm the third Grimm brother. I will make posts and memes about it as if I have a whole fandom behind me. I don't care.

Love your own writing guys.

#that goes for ALL OF YOU #no matter how young or how inexperienced #ilyet was literally my first story ever #(the only other time ive ever written ff was when i was 13 on wattpad) #AND YES IM PROUD OF MY WORKS #THEYRE ALL MY CHILDREN TO ME IDC #even if theyre cringy or not grammatically perfect or complete bull #txt post #txt #fanfic writing #ff writer #writers on tumblr #raven;rants

[argothiathedreamer]

I am trying so hard to be good and not launch into another rant about how much I hate how comments are put on a pedestal labeling them the greatest form of engagement with fanfics/artwork that ever was or could be.

Nobody listened to me the last like three times I talked about this and nobody'd listen this time either.

#I prefer bookmarks and recommendations. I've never wanted to actually dislike comments but I'm starting to. #I don't fucking get it and I'm never fucking going to #and now I'm seeing people claiming that actually comments on your fanfic are essential to making you a better writer #and if you don't get comments than you'll be shit forever #or some such nonsense #just generally terrible advice for young/inexperienced writers #and people are so worked up in a firestorm about comments that telling them they're being ridiculous is #a one way ticket to harassment city #listen people there's only one actual way to become a better writer: READ OTHER WORKS AND PRACTICE

[epeltheapple]

(WANNA ASK BEFORE I POSSIBLY SEND ASKS BUT :3 are ships w ocs ok on here?? Bc I have an oc I ship w epel <3 if not that's totally okay ^^)

((OOC: hi, yeah I don’t mind a bit of shipping w anyone, but I’m not really good at not being cringe, so just be careful lol))

#ooc response #((OOC: seriously I am an inexperienced writer when it comes to that))

[moon-drunk-monster]

let's say hypothetically I was writing a slow burn enemies to lovers quaritch fic and I was to hypothetically post it on my fanfic blog would anyone be keen? hypothetically

#its a slow burn with alot of bonding with the other recoms too #and being spiders mum #im also an inexperienced writer but it could be fun just saying #miles quaritch #avatar the way of water #my posts #spider socorro

[missremember]

Boo! It's a Halloween story! Enjoy!

#night of the wolfwrath #meta knight #kirby #tiff kirby #tuff kirby #king dedede #escargoon #kirby right back at ya #fanfiction #my writing #my least favorite thing about publishing stories is all the damn tagging #technically it's optional but how else are readers supposed to find the stories they like? #also I. want people to read them. #aaaaanyway! #i'm kind of inexperienced with horror writing so sorry if it's Not Great #but I had loads of fun! #and from the sentimental writer's memes I've seen on tumblr that's all that counts XP

[the-kipsabian]

i love waking up to realizations that my life is in shambles and i have no future

#its quarter to four and im just getting out of bed - once again feels like ive barely slept or rested at all #i have nothing to do. nowhere to go. the one thing im responsible for is my cat which is the only reason im not staying in bed #every effort i make about anything is pointless. every job i apply for rejects me. i cant get into schools. i cant afford online classes #anything im passionate about i cant work with. wrestling doesnt pay here. nobody wants to hire an inexperienced writer #i'd love to do something with games but im too fucking stupid on top of being talentless and not getting education #im just. fucking stuck. i cant do anything or be good enough at anything to make anything work #the one thing i was qualified for didnt hire me. the one school i really wanted into didnt accept me #i have nowhere to go and nothing i can do about anything. i have no skills i can put into use and what i have are not good enough #doing stuff on the hobby level isnt taking me anywhere. i want to like what i do but its increasingly more difficult every day #when its not leading me to anything. personal happiness isnt helping me forward or paying my growing pile of bills #i just.. dont know what to do. where to go. why am i here why am i trying. whats the point when nothing is ever going to work out for me #its all just so pointless #night is an absolute mess on main