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#writers are under appreciated
gingerylangylang1979 · 10 months
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Another fanfic rant
People are really demanding of fanfic writers. I just read someone complaining about there not being enough The Bear fanfic, what they read is out of character, Carmy and Syd are written straight, blah, blah. 
People can write the characters how they want. We aren’t trying to reproduce the canon show. If we were it wouldn’t be fanfic. I can’t write like the actual screenwriters. Some people try to write close to canon characterization, others don’t. This comment is also contradictory because canon Carmy and Syd aren’t written as not being straight, at least up to this point. So how is fanfic written with them straight out of character? And there are fics with both written as queer, so that’s not even true. Viewers can’t even agree on character interpretation of canon, so how are fanfic writers supposed to “get it right” when it’s all open to interpretation? I literally just read a post from someone who didn’t get that Jon Bernthal is Mikey???!!! Anyways, people can write them however they like. Have people never heard of the terms head canon, reinterpretation, and AU? 
People need to write themselves or stop complaining. 
Also, you know what, the time and effort, I’ll say again, is only partially rewarded. I bet most of the complainers don’t bother to comment, give kudos, or share works they do like. Heck, I leave positive comments and kudos even if I wasn’t thrilled with a story. There is always something good to highlight and gives encouragement. 
I’ve written 17 chapters so far and have three to go. I am at a bit of a standstill. Why? I don’t always want to be writing. I write a lot for work and have other creative projects. Sometimes I want to just fangirl on Tumblr, which takes way less effort than constructing narrative. I also have a full life outside of fandom. I’m pretty social and have friendships to maintain and places to go. I may not get a lot of writing done the next two months. Why? It’s summer. I live in NYC. The weather mostly sucks here so when it’s nice I don’t want to spend hours at home, inside, writing. And if I am inside, maybe I want to read, watch a movie or show, clean my apartment, do a facial or manicure, cook. I dunno, other normal things. I was beating myself up about that, but whatevs. There is so much cool stuff going on, I’m going to do it. I work hard to play hard. Today I was supposed to go to the beach for a party but it’s storming so I’m trapped inside. I may write, or I may just chill because honestly I’m hungover from my fun day yesterday and don’t know how much mental energy I feel like exerting. 
I’m not going to be beholden to produce works at rapid pace to meet demand that isn’t as appreciated as it should be. 
So y’all will get chapter 18 at some point. It may not please everyone, but it will please me, and will be completed in my own time.
Thanks to all the readers who are great fans of fic writers! The ones who aren’t overly critical, leave comments, give kudos, reblog, and are patient are gold. We love you!
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agentravensong · 2 months
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thinking about how the extra area added on to a pacifist run of undertale, the true lab, is about alphys's past mistakes. how it ends with the story reaffirming that, despite the pain she's caused, the thing that matters is that she has now made the choice to do the right thing. she's still worthy of her friends' love.
thinking about how undertale doesn't expect the player to get a pacifist ending for the first time. how it's more likely than not that the player will kill toriel the first time they battle her, how lots of players don't initially figure out how to end undyne's fight without killing her, etc. what it expects — not even expects, really, but hopes — is that the player, if they care enough, will use their canonically acknowledged power over time to make up for those mistakes.
no matter how many neutral runs a player has done before committing to the pacifist run, the thing that matters to the characters, to the story, is that you've chosen, now, to do the right thing.
compared to alphys, the player honestly gets off lightly, in that you're the only one (other than flowey) who really remembers any harm you might have caused. and any direct guilting the game could have done about it is long past at this point. instead, as undertale often does, it makes its point via parallels: alphys caused harm, and she knows it. she has committed to being better. in doing so, she has unlocked for herself a better ending to her story. and she deserves it. she's forgiven.
those structural narrative parallels are all over undertale, if you know where to look. and that's one of the things that makes it so fuckin' good.
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writingjourney · 1 year
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Friends, self-reblogs of your art or your fics are not weird or self-obsessed or shameful. I don’t know who started saying that and why this is such a thing, but we’ve always done it. Reblogs are what keep posts alive, that’s what differentiates tumblr from other platforms. I love re-reading fics because the author reblogged them. Many people may not have seen a post the first or second time it appeared on the dash or they’re recent followers. You didn’t spend hours drawing that artwork or writing that fic for it to disappear into the void. You're allowed to be proud of your creations. Reblog your posts, promote them. Share content. Please.
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reigningmax · 9 months
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Thinking about her (lip freckle)
ME TOO. ALWAYS.
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padfootastic · 1 year
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So there’s this fic called Crimson River (idk if you’ve heard of it read it) it’s technically a wolfstar & jegulus, but that aside it’s quite a fantastic bit of internal monologue from Aberforth regarding James and Sirius.
“ The bond between James and Sirius is something entirely other. He has never before seen anything that could compare to it. What James and Sirius have doesn’t exist in history, and may never exist again - not just once in a lifetime, but once in any lifetime.  This is not history repeating itself, therefore it is unprecedented. Aberforth had no doubt in his mind that James and Sirius could undergo any form of torture and come out the other side entirely themselves, but he does doubt that they wouldn’t toss everything that they are, and all that they stand for, if it could mean sparing one another any bit of pain.”
i do know the fic!! i think it’s impossible to be in certain fandoms w/o hearing about some fics and this is one of those. the whole thing sounds amazing but it’s just,,,the ships lol (although,,,if i’m hearing it right,,,zar might be…dipping a toe into j/s soon so i need someone to ping me if that happens bc i’d run so fast—i love their entire energy so much my god)
and this really sums it up why bc it’s so, SO accurate for j & s. they have a bond that’s so unique and so codependent, it’s hard to separate where one begins and the other ends. and zar gets it ykno? no matter what romantic ship they might be a part of, the other is an integral part to them and this passage captures it so brilliantly. esp that last bit about enduring anything for their own self but if anything happen to the other, they’d go feral. like, i firmly believe that sirius is a bit broken not because of azkaban but bc he lost james. if for whatever reason (not that it’s possible lol) james was alive & he still ended up going thru 12 years in azkaban, i don’t think he’d be as he was. james’ death is so fundamental to who he is post halloween, it’s just !!!!!! i don’t even have words lol
thank u so much for sending this to me <33
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koqabear · 6 months
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i won’t be anonymous for this idk if you will see this but, your post about how demanding and rude people are i am 10000% with you on that. You took a break for a reason and no one and I mean absolutely no one should demand anything from you. I am happy you took a step back and decided to put yourself first. I truly believe we can’t make everyone happy and thats okay as long as we are happy with ourselves. Take as much time as you need this past summer you released such amazing works of art and you deserve to be able to take however long you need to relax. I wish you an amazing holiday season (if you celebrate) 💖💖 and and an amazing end of the year! Those who support you will be here waiting until you come back (me included). Until then take care of yourself. 🫶🏼🫶🏼😊
thank you!!! honestly that post was more about tumblr as a whole than just me,, it gets rlly tiring watching the way these writers who put their all into their works get treated, and i guess my breaking point was seeing someone have the audacity to try and demand me to go back to writing 😭😭 like…. what results do you think you’ll possibly achieve with that.
but i really appreciate you saying this, stuff like this rlly goes a long way ! if you’re a reader on this app, pleaaaase don’t be shy to interact with authors on here!!! it can be something as simple as going on anon and being like “i love your work!” because it can be really discouraging to not get any feedback on any of your works.
but thank u again, ur amazing for this mwuah mwuah 🫶🫶
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wayward-sherlock · 1 year
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hi guys its me. im feeling,,,kinda terrible rn so here’s some angst i wrote a little while ago! 
Something was wrong.
Will knew Mike too well to believe his yeah guys, I’ll be fine! that had sounded far too flat to be reassuring. 
He knew Mike had been struggling; it hadn’t been hard to see, not when he was with El, not when Nancy made that offhand comment about his room while they were cleaning Hopper’s cabin. 
And yeah, maybe…maybe Mike had changed. Will didn’t doubt that. Change was inevitable, especially with them, between them, and…and that was something that Will had learned to deal with a long, long time ago.
But something about Mike’s volunteering didn’t seem right.
“You weren’t seeing the counselor though, were you, Mike?” Dustin asked, tying a bandana around his head to keep his curls from falling into his face. 
Will looked at Mike, expecting a scoff, but he hesitated, hand reaching up to nervously comb through his hair. It had gotten longer in the past couple of weeks - the lack of barbers in Hawkins had ensured that - and was getting curlier, almost. His fingers got caught halfway through. “Well,” he started, then shook his head. “I would never, I’m not—“
“There’s nothing wrong with it, Mike,” Lucas said gently, putting a hand on Mike’s shoulder. “Max was going to her, before—“
“I’m not depressed! I’m fine,” Mike said, too loudly, and Will could feel his eyes widen against his will. Mike took a deep breath before he continued. “I’ll just make him want me, and then when he’s vulnerable, you guys can kill him.”
“We all know how well that worked last time,” Erica pointed out, eyebrows lifted at Mike. Lucas looked down at his hands, and Will ached for him.
He couldn’t imagine losing someone he loved. Holding them in his arms as they pleaded for their life. Watching as the light drained from their eyes.
He wasn’t going to lose anyone else. No one was. Will would make sure of that.
Mike’s lips turned down. “Yeah, well, it’s different this time.” He reached for a bandana, and he wrapped it around his face, covering and protecting his mouth from the spores that still made Will’s lungs ache, all these years later. “We have El, and we have Will.” He brushed his hair back out of his eyes, and Will’s fingers itched to fix it, to put it up, to let his fingertips graze over Mike’s forehead. 
“I don’t know what I’m gonna do, Mike,” Will said quietly, fingers twitching slightly at his side. 
Mike looked to him, and something shone in his eyes that Will couldn’t place. He put a soft hand on Will’s shoulder. “You’re gonna be there, and you’re gonna make sure that I don’t get taken.”
“Okay,” Will said. His voice sounded small, even to his own ears, but he didn’t care, because Mike was depending on him. They all were. 
***
Will didn’t know why they were at the quarry. 
He’d just followed Mike—like he always did—and they’d ended up…here.
Mike set his bike down carefully, and Will watched him curiously. Mike shuffled forward, towards the edge, and— “Mike.”
He turned to Will. His thin body was backlit by the unsettling red lighting from the Upside Down, and it made Mike look ill. Will swung a leg over his bike. “Mike.”
“This is where you died, Will,” Mike said quietly, so softly Will had to take a step forward to hear him. “They found your body here, they—“
“But I didn’t die, Mike,” Will interrupted. He could feel his bravery cracking, like the lightning in the sky above them. “I’m here, I’m here.”
“I know,” Mike said, looking away as his voice seemed to shatter. “I know, but god, it looked so real. It was…it was you.”
Will vaguely remembered hearing about it. The government had made an exact replica of…of him, his body, and had left it in the cold water below them. To cover up that he had actually been taken. 
“And I couldn’t—“ Mike turned all the way away from Will, curls cascading against his back like a waterfall. “I couldn’t live without you. So I—fuck, One! Come on! Don’t make me say it!”
Mike was yelling now, and it echoed through the eerily desolate landscape around them. Will took a step back, more out of surprise than anything, and he looked around frantically. “Mike—“
“You’ve been in my head, you fucker! You know I jumped because I couldn’t live without him! You know I did! And you know about the letters and the thoughts and the things I can’t bear to say to him! You know everything!” Mike’s screams were hurting Will’s ears, and he covered them with his hands. Will watched in terror as Mike spun to face him, hands on his head, eyes crazed. “Come out and take me! Please! I’m ready to go! Let me out of here!”
“Mike!” Will screamed, pointing behind Mike, and he turned around just in time to see Vecna walking at him, hand raised. Mike fell to the ground, like a puppet with cut strings, and Will tried to run towards him, but he couldn’t move, he couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t—
“Will.” 
His voice was everywhere. Will bent over at the waist, mouth open in a silent scream, ears covered with his hands, like his flesh would do anything to stop the terrors of his mind. 
“I’ve waited so long for you,” Vecna said, walking past unconscious Mike, whose pale, pale face was twisted into a sick grin, and Will wanted to vomit. “You’ve finally come back to me.”
“No,” Will sobbed, shaking his head. “You’re not real, you’re not real, you’re not—“
“Oh, but I am, Will,” he said, running a finger under Will’s jaw. Suddenly, some vines were snapping out of the underbrush, wet tendrils digging into his skin as they gripped Will’s limbs and lifted him into the air. “I’m more real than anything you’ve ever seen.”
A vine gripped Will’s throat, and he choked out another sob before Vecna was in his face, warm breath puffing over Will’s skin. “You’ve always been lied to, Will.” He pointed at where Mike lay on the ground, limbs askew like he had fallen, or jumped from somewhere very high, oh god— “Maybe it was all your fault, this whole time. For being different.” 
He spat the word like venom, and Will recoiled hard enough for the vines holding him in the air to tighten their grip to hold him upright. 
“You’re the reason he’s dead,” Vecna hissed, lifting Mike with a hand. “You made him love you, so much that he couldn’t live without you. Does this look like something good to you, Will?”
Mike was thrown at Will’s feet like he weighed nothing, and Will screamed, agony becoming so unbearable that his chest felt like it was collapsing. 
“That’s what I thought.” Vecna nodded to himself, then motioned to the apocalyptic hell around him. “If you come with me, we can be good.” 
Will shook his head as tears pricked his eyes. The vines around his neck tightened. 
“We could be heroes, Will.”
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peachcitt · 2 years
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I know the ABSOLUTELY AMAZING Metamorphosis
Has everyone losing their minds and jumping off busses, crying, screaming, and throwing up (classic) , and basically Losing their God damn minds (I'm guilty) but your work is so lovely. But I hope you and your friend don't feel too much pressure to deliver. I know fanfiction writing gets a lot of flac even though it's FREE work, but I hope you and your friend are not feeling too much heat and taking care of yourselves! I know how starved fandoms get. Remember, you first!
P.S The last chapter (And the whole fic) with your scholar level writing has me eating spoons and comiting crimes.
thank you!! im glad you’ve been enjoying it :”)
and yes you are so right!!! thankfully all of metamorphosis has already been pre-written, so im not feeling too much pressure. as for anna’s (amazing, breathtaking, life-changing, etc) artwork, i definitely try my best not to push her too hard and even encourage her to hold off on the chapter title cards if she’s feeling overwhelmed
rest assured, metamorphosis is a labor of love every step of the way and if ever a situation arose where either of us are too overwhelmed, we’ll be sure to step back :’)
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timaeusterrored · 9 months
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📸 for Rockerboy Vincent please🥺💕
And maybe Nomad Venus 🥺💕
HEHE ROCKERBOY VINCENT✨💕
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Nomad Venus✨💞
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Vincent board
Venus board
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the-woman-upstairs · 4 months
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God bless the incredible writer(s) who wrote me *two* whole Oppenheimer/Groves fics for Yuletide in addition to filling one of my prompts for Summer of ‘84.
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saturnsorbits · 2 years
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There’s a special kind of dissatisfaction in clicking on your notifications only to find out all, but one of them are likes… And that singular other one is just a comment that says: ‘part two?’ 🤣🤣🤣
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forevercloudnine · 2 years
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JEREMIAH’S DIARY:
Wouldn’t want anyone to think I can’t run my own asylum. Or that Krupper and his stupid devil have me spooked. How dare they riot like that? After everything I’ve done for them...! Obviously I’ve been too lax with them. Too liberal. I’ve treated them like human beings, and they repay me by acting like wild beasts. Perhaps a bit of punishment is what they need...!
Edward Nigma, alias the Riddler, has proved immune to all my treatments. Perhaps if I were to remove his brain one piece at a time, I would find the spot that makes him ask those stupid, irritating riddles.
For Harvey Dent, known as Two-Face, a very special cell where everything is in odd numbers, from the bars in the window to cracks in the ceiling. The man is obsessed with the number two... he wouldn’t be able to stand it.
Mr. Zsasz scars his body each time he kills, a desperate attempt to define himself in terms of what he’s done. Laser surgery can remove them all, leaving him an empty, broken shell...
And for Krupper, who started all this, anything goes! Spray him with toxins. Inject him with weed killer. Dip him in a bath of concentrated organo-phosphates and dry him in quicklime! Er... in the name of mental health, of course. I’m not usually so vindictive.
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buck-nialled · 1 year
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Hello! Um I just wanted to let you know that I found someone on Wattpad that reposted your work and I can provide you with their username. I noticed it when I had been looking around and came across one that I had already read, then remembering that it was yours.
*sighs longingly* oh, to be a fic writer who actually has people pay attention to the big bolded note on my masterlist…
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might as well expose them, but I don’t see it doing much atp :/
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setaflow · 10 months
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Fanfiction Writer Bingo
Tagged by @glitchinginthegarden to fill out my bingo card~
Green is 100% 'yes, I do this', while blue requires a bit more explanation:
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Multifandom writer: I've written fics for several different fandoms over the years, but never more than one at a time-- I get into phases lol-- so multifandom in the sense that I HAVE written for multiple fandoms, but not multifandom in the sense that I don't do it concurrently.
Keeps an outline for writing: I outline by writing WIP snippets and sticking them in order in a big document, so it's not a conventional outline and I don't really do it for every fic-- it just helps keep my thoughts and ideas in order.
Needs Coffee or Tea to write: I need coffee just to function in my day to day, never mind to write lol.
Has that one fic that deserves more attention: Sort of? In the sense that my most popular fics kudos/hits wise are pieces that were sort of spur-of-the-moment and borne of a fun idea but they weren't really passion projects, and nevertheless got WAY more attention and commemoration than works I put more effort into. If I had it my way, I'd flip them around, but it is what it is.
Wants to be a professional writer someday: Over the years I've had wild fantasies of making a career as a successful writer but I'm 1) decent but not at a professional level, 2) don't have a lot of experience fleshing out original ideas, and 3) aware that writing is not very lucrative unless you strike gold. Maybe one day, and I'd certainly love to pursue it if the winds blew right, but it's just not in the cards for me.
Thanks again for the tag! 🥰
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wowitsverycool · 2 years
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i was gonna write this whole Thing about marwa but midway through I realized I don’t actually care that much
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the-travelling-witch · 9 months
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i can tell you guys aren’t as fond of the entertainment industry which is a shame bc idol! childe, model! kaeya and club owner! diluc are very tasty :(
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