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writingquestionsanswered · 2 months

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I was wondering, why does it feel like I can't write good original fiction or original characters, but my fanfiction is great (imo anyway, which I never feel for my original fiction)? In some senses, I get it, like I feel I really know the characters in other people's fiction after seeing them through their story, but like....ugh. It's really frustrating. Do I just not understand how to develop an original character? Am I overcomplicating things?

Fan-Fiction: Struggling with Writing Original Fiction Characters

All of the above... ♥

So, yes, you're probably overcomplicating things a bit, but also it actually is hard for a lot of writers to make the switch between writing canon characters and developing their own original characters. In other words, what you're experiencing isn't unusual and it's absolutely surmountable. :)

One of the things I love about fan-fiction for newer writers is it allows you to focus fully on the mechanics of writing without having to divert effort toward things like world building and character development. The problem with that, though, is once you make the switch from writing fan-fiction to writing original fiction, you might find that your world building and character development skills are lagging behind. It sounds like this might be the situation in your case.

This is why I think it's a great idea to experiment with writing OCs, or in other words "original characters" as part of your fan-fiction. You don't even have to post these stories if you don't want to--write them for yourself, for practice. But, creating an original character to join your favorite canon characters is a great way to get practice in character creation and development while still within the comfy zone of your fan-fiction. Just by virtue of having to exist in the canon world, you have a little bit of a template to follow as far as who this character can be and what they can do. But, you have some freedom with things like back story, internal conflict, and character arc. Writing OCs in fan-fiction helps you hone those skills and learn to create characters you love without tossing yourself into the deep end.

And, if you need practice with setting development/world building, you can do that within fan-fiction, too. Try moving the canon characters into a new time, world, or situation. For example, what if the characters of The Hunger Games were survivors of a modern day shipwreck in the South Pacific? Or, what if the characters from ACOTAR lived in a Dune-like world, with different planets and starships and great houses? In this scenario, you can focus more on world building and plot without having to worry as much about character design and development.

So... no matter what, the reality is you'll just have to be patient with yourself. Whether you choose to hone your character development skills through writing fan-fiction OCs, or whether you keep at it with original fiction characters, it's going to take some time for you to develop those skills. It will be frustrating because you'll know that these characters aren't hitting the mark you want them to, but that's also good, because knowing they're falling short means you can try to figure out why and what you can do to fix it.

And, if you need additional help, you can always visit my Character Development master list of posts.

I hope that helps!

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readychilledwine · 3 months

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we want the juicy details on your sexual awakening

It's not that juicy. It's actually fairly sad, but someone else may be at this point and need to hear it.

Warning - questionable consent, technically a form of sex work, total power exchange, abusive relationships, mental health issues, learning to adapt, and becoming a survivor instead of a victim.

I was a really really good kid and teen. Like I addressed, I got my kicks from fanfiction. I dated once in high school, and it never went further than kissing (which caused my first break up and broken heart). My first "What is happening to my body," came from watching The Mummy, and it wasn't something I could discuss with anyone besides my older brother who did the best he could to try to talk to me about safe sex.

I moved away from my parents in 2014 and went to a college about 4 hours away. Aka- close enough to mom and dad to drive home once every couple months, not close enough for them to randomly show up. I was an art major focusing on art history and visual design, and that required me to take a life drawing class.

Tender 18 year old Liz, a starving college student working two jobs, ended up catching the eye of one of the male models, and we started talking a lot. I found out after a month of him taking me on dates, surprising me with gifts, and him staying up with me when I'd be lonely because I didn't live on campus have friends, that he was married and him and his wife were looking for a girlfriend for him since she had a boyfriend on the side. I don't regret this choice because it shaped who I am today, but I stupidly agreed to go into it without having set my own boundaries and limits.

He had rules for me. Rules I can recite clearly to this day: he dresses me, I do not make financial choices without him, I am to tell him where I was at all times and leave my tracker on, he decides what I eat and when, no drinking, no smoking, and no other partners. If I listened, he would pay my tuition, books, help with rent, etc. At the time, I did not realize that I was entering a total power exchange dynamic, and he knew that.

Those starter rules evolved into more... sex based rules, and after 3 months, I ended up losing my virginity to him after he told me refusing was breaking his rules, and if I broke his rules, my allowance was cut off, and I really needed help with rent, friends. I am not proud of that decision, but that decision was made.

I stayed in this relationship with him hanging financial security and my own naivety over my head for close to 10 months. My dad is a law enforcement officer, and he is the one who noticed the change in my personality and looks.

I had waist length dark brown hair. I came home blonde with my hair cut to my lower neck. I stopped wearing Converse and Vans and started wearing heels and sandles more. I would get really anxious and upset if I wasn't near my phone or could not find it to meet my required check-ins. I cried. Alot. Yelling made me actually panic. My dad made me sit down with a female investigator and answer questions about everything.

When she was done and confirmed to him what was happening, he then proceeded to get my brothers, a uHaul, and my apartment keys and move me back home. He had my phone bill at that point, so he blocked the couple, her boyfriend, and their friends that I had the displeasure of meeting and ensured I never heard from them again.

Cohearsed consent is not consent. The second I started therapy and realized that, I spiraled. The weight of everything set in, and I realized I had been a victim of sexual assault. I began to cope by being hypersexual. Within a year, I'd had sex with close to 30 people trying to reclaim my body and, in turn, endangering myself until I met my ex fiancé.

When I met him, things changed significantly. He was a stepping stone in my healing and helped me find religion and value in myself beyond my body. Ironically, my healing and finding the wrong religion (catholics don't seem to be a fan of spirituality) is what led to our engagement being called off. I was 21 when we stopped seeing each other.

I slowed down at that point signicantly and cut off all sex. I was done with it and decided never again. I could please me better than anyone else could anyways. Then, I met baby daddy, and we started as strictly friends with benefits. He is the safest dom I've ever had, the kindest man I've ever met, and from the bat, he understood me more than I understood me. He saw me for me and cared for me despite the damaged goods.

He triggered the true awakening. We took sex between us slow, exploring things gently, talking about what I wanted to try and keeping track of what I liked, what he liked, and meeting in a happy middle. He indulged my want to explore with other women and just sat and watched. Then, when we felt I was ready, he introduced me to the swinging/bdsm lifestyle, and it helped me process the remaining bits of trauma I had with him beside me every step of the way. He helped shape me sexually into who I needed to be to heal and then who I deserved to be sexually for me.

I don't know at what point FwB turned into us living together and telling each other how much the other means to us almost daily, but now we're here, cuddling on couch, exhausted from taking care of our daughter, and discussing which one of us gets the last chocolate peanut butter overnight oats packet and *whispers* marriage.

Him and Sophia are the happy ending 18 year old Liz thought she was losing when she was desperate to pay rent. He helped me heal, learn who I was in terms of sex, and gave me the safest place to land.

One might say I'm pretty attached to him forever now 🤣

Ps - let me tell ya, missionary isn't boring when it's with someone who thinks you're the most beautiful woman he's ever seen, pregnancy stretch marks, and all. 💕

#elizabeths.updates #send asks #send anons

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binnieceo · 3 months

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"I don't support it in real life!"

Then why write about it? If for coping purposes, why post it online for others (especially actual predators) to see and consume? Then why portray those things in a positive light instead of condemning them?And you're seriously going to tell me that just because as an adult you want to see a fictional minor (that mind you, is usually designed to resemble an actual child) depicted in sexual situations doesn't mean you don't share that same view concerning children in real life? You find fictional minors attractive but not real ones? Why does the line between finding someone who is (and usually also looks like) a child sexually attractive get drawn at whether the child is real or not? I'm not calling anyone pedophiles, but if the shoe fits... And also no, I am not talking about 18 y/os finding 17 y/os attractive. Use your brain. Creating content of underaged characters is still questionable regardless of age, however.

I have some free time and you were polite in your ask, so I'll answer you since I believe you were genuine in your question.

I'll answer your question in parts, if that's alright with you!

"I don't support it in real life!" Then why write about it?

Well, it's not because I don't support something that I'm not allowed to write about it!

Fiction is just that... fiction. They are stories. I'm sure there are many stories in your folclore that depict hideous acts (such as murder, rape, incest, etc etc) but neither you or your people agree with them or think that the things done in those stories are okay to be done in real life—because stories are just stories and bad things done in stories are meant to stay in those stories.

And dark content is present in most media forms, whether you like it or not. I don't know which fandoms you are a part of (since you sent this ask anonymously) but I'll just list a few:

My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic has canonical torture, murder, racism, self-harm and even genocide

The Dragon Prince has canonical racism, torture, murder, kidnapping, blackmailing and gaslighting

She-Ra and the Princesses of Power has canonical slavery, racism, murder, torture, child soldiers, child abuse and much more (its been a while since I last watched SPOP so i don't remember)

Adult shows also tackle these subjects. Doctor House, Game of Thrones, Hannibal, The Simpsons, South Park... God, even the HOLY BIBLE has stories with rape, murder, slavery and much more in them! And that's a SACRED BOOK!

If for coping purposes, why post it online for others [...]

I don't speak for everyone who sees this post, but when I post online, I post for myself. My fanfics are all completely self-indulgent. And while I appreciate my readers, I don't write with them in mind.

But on that same note, the stories are mine and I can do whatever I want with them. This is the internet and I can post whatever I want, anytime I want. If I decide I want to post a rapefic on ao3, I will. If i want the fic to be private for me and my friends, it will stay private.

Plus, other people might find my stories and relate to them or even enjoy them! I write about rape and sexual harrassment, for example, because I am a survivor, and so many survivors have found my stories and messaged me about them, thanking me for putting into words what they couldn't. It's rewarding, really. Being able to connect with people so deeply over stories.

[...] (especially actual predators) to see and consume?

I'm gonna be completely honest with you. Predators, pedophiles and the like are NOT reading ao3 fanfiction. They are out there on chatting websites trying to prey on children, or going out of their way IRL to take advantage of young family members or unknown children/teenagers.

If I crave a hamburger, I'll go out of my way to eat it. I won't open a review talking about the burger or stare at pictures of burgers. The same goes for predators. NO PREDATOR OUT THERE is reading fanfiction about Klee Genshin Impact. Me posting or not posting my fanfiction WILL NOT CHANGE THAT.

But on the off chance that a pedophile really sees an underage fanfic of a fictional character, then... that's a good thing, don't you agree? I don't know about you but I'd much rather if a pedophile read smut of Klee Genshin Impact than if they went out of their way to abuse and traumatize a real, living and breathing child that exists in real life and will suffer for the rest of their lives because of it.

Characters are just that, characters. And in fanfiction, what we write about them isn't real, it isn't canon. They aren't even canonically traumatized by what we write, but real people are.

Why portray those things in a positive light instead of condemning them?

I don't know if you've ever read my fanfics or if you're just throwing this question out there, but to me personally, I have never written about rape/sexual assault and painted it in a positive light, much by the contrary.

As a survivor, I highlight how horrible the abuse made me feel and use my characters to talk about it. Not once have I glorified or written about sexual abuse in a positive light.

But if you're not talking about me personally, then I have to say... I'm sorry? Do you learn your morals from fictional content?

Ok fine maybe you can learn a few morals from MLP like "don't lie" and "be nice", but do you really open a show like South Park with racist, homophobic jokes and go "ah yes, this is a perfect example! I should base my morals off this show"? Do you?

Are you really unable to tell what is right or wrong by yourself? Does watching a slasher movie with a charismatic killer make you go "wow! Killers are amazing! I want to be like them!" Does watching action movies make you think that it's cool to commit arson and shoot people?

If your answer is yes, then I am so sorry but there is no other way to say this other than... that's your problem.

It's not the writers' duty to tell you what's wrong or right. They are not pre-school teachers who will grab you by the hand and point and tell you what you should or should not do-The writer has one and only ONE duty: To tell a story. They can portray whatever they want to portray in WHATEVER WAY they feel like, and you're supposed to be an adult about it.

And you're seriously going to tell me that just because as an adult you want to see a fictional minor [...] You find fictional minors attractive but not real ones?

Yes, because fictional minors are... fictional? They are not real? They DO NOT EXIST?

I'm so sorry but if I ever saw a child/teenager with the same proportions that lolisho/anime gives them then i'd be calling the authorities ON THE SPOT because THAT SHIT IS AN ALIEN AND IT IS NOT HUMAN.

Children don't look like that. Put up Klee Genshin Impact next to a real child. They are so incredibly different that once you notice how uncanny it is, you'll feel weirded out because she won't even look like she's human anymore.

You wouldn't accuse all furries of fucking real life dogs just because they think their blue dog fursonas are hot, would you? (what if anthro blue wolves were real? I'd be scared out of my mind to be honest,)

It's not because you're sexually attracted to something fictional that you find it hot in real life (god bless me and my breeding kink girlies who are sex repulsed and are terribly afraid of getting pregnant)

Hey, have you heard of like, lesbians who fall in love with fictional men? (like me lmao), do you think those fictional crushes make them any less lesbian? No, because these guys are not realistic. They have blue hair, extra limbs maybe, and were literally designed to be loved and to be perfect.

There are SOOOOO many examples I could give you, but I don't want to go on and on because I got my point across

But like, you do understand that fictional characters are... fictional, right? You can't even say that they are minors because... they aren't. They don't have a birth certificate, or a family tree saved in a country's government somewhere. They do not exist, you are aware of that, right?

When a "child" or "minor" is fictional, there is no child, there is no minor. You can't touch, groom, rape or abuse something that does not exist.

Law was made to protect the children who suffered, or who are, suffering because of abuse right now.

And by that i mean, real, living breathing human children who have their likes, dislikes, hopes, dreams for the future, and families that exist.

Fictional children/minors are nothing but tools, characters, a way of expression. THEY DON'T EXIST. They don't eat, they don't cry, they don't smile. They won't do anything unless they're commanded to by the writer.

They have no lives, no mind. And they will only grow up when the creator decides that it's time for that to happen. The line is there for this exact reason.

YOU CAN'T HURT OR PROTECT A CONCEPT.

You using your time to send this ask to "defend" PIXELS isn't doing anything to help or advocate for REAL CHILDREN who are suffering in the world right now.

Honestly, this only makes it seem like you're the one who doesn't care.

By the end of it all, i have no idea why you sent me this ask. Yeah I am anti-harassment but I don't think I've posted lolisho/underage content before? (again, I stray far from these because i find them icky and triggering) So I don't know why you focused so much on fictional children rather than the other things I do talk and post about on this blog.

And before I go, I want to shine a note here:

I'm not calling anyone pedophiles, but if the shoe fits...

I don't know how old you are, but you know damn well what you are saying and what you are doing. And I'm gonna say it again: Implying or flat out CALLING people pedophiles without proof can get you into real trouble.

Don't misuse that word. It has a meaning and a weight to it. I wasn't a victim of pedophilia myself but I know that real survivors would feel enraged at the way you're just throwing out words and accusations as if they were nothing, as if those people didn't suffer because of it.

I'm asking not for me, but for any other person who may come across this post, DON'T GO OUT THERE USING WORDS YOU DON'T KNOW THE MEANING OF. You are causing more harm than good.

Also, send your asks un-anonymously next time. Don't be a coward.

Have a nice day!

#proshipper #proship please interact #anti harassment

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sihirbazi · 7 months

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star wars!!

The first character I first fell in love with: the first star wars property i ever enjoyed seriously was KOTOR, and it was carth onasi to no one's surprise!!! he was so blorbo for angsty early teens me

The character I never expected to love as much as I do now: count dooku.... i am a well known old man fucker but i never gave a shit about him until this year and then my brain chemistry got FUCKED UP and now im obsessed

The character everyone else loves that I don’t: surprisingly i don't give a shit about maul. you'd think he'd be right up my alley but NO. also i don't like literally a single OT character AT ALL im sorry lol not even luke. im a bad gay.

also hate satine and the whole oooooh old flame plot in tcw its a kinda cringy way to make obi wan BE JUST LIKE ANAKIN FR but smarter about it

The character I love that everyone else hates: carth is pretty hated in non revanasi circles but i adore him. also dooku and qui gon depending on what fanfiction they appear in LMAO theyre the Designated Hated Character for some pairings

The character I used to love but don’t any longer: i was actually pretty into malak in my old kotor days but now im like. meh. hes whatever

The character I would totally smooch: bode akuna hes the hottest man in all of star wars

The character I’d want to be like: the answer may surprise u but sabine wren. i too want to be a mando artist with cool armor and a cat

The character I’d slap: i dont believe in violence (i erally cant think of anyone)

A pairing that I love: i love so many. rn cal/bode, dooku/quigon, male exile/canderous, m!revanasi

A pairing that I despise: i'm allergic to canon m/f romance in any way shape or form especially if it's in a video game where i should have a choice (glares at the jedi fallen order series). there's a dearth of prominent gay relationships in this series (and i mean ones involving the main character(s) not some random side characters I AM LOOKING AT YOU GAY SLUG IN JEDI SURVIVOR) so i propose a moratorium on all new m/f ships being canonized until we have balance in the universe

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carolinemorrison · 11 months

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I'm working on something that I think will make lots of my Designated Survivor readers happy.

#fanfiction #emron #emily x aaron #emily rhodes #aaron shore #adan canto #italia ricci #designated survivor fanfiction #designated survivor #netflix #family politics

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iztopher · 11 months

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@k3ysm4sh said:

i have never seen a single saw movie can you give me like top ten fun (i.e. batshit) facts

HERE WE GO, hopefully i have chosen well

10. so theres a post going around tumblr like "haha what if you and your partner met in a saw trap and you invited jigsaw to the wedding" and the thing is jigsaw's motivation is that he thinks people are wasting their lived and the best way to make them improve how they live is to force them to confront their mortality via torture. so he would Ecstatic and Honored if two people met in a saw trap and got married and invited him. he would invite them to work as his apprentices

9. speaking of, amanda young is, as of the first saw movie, (one of?) the only survivor(s) of jigsaw's traps, and she agrees with him and becomes his apprentice. but then she decides fuck it and makes traps that can't be survived, going against jigsaw's design ethos.

8. jigsaw is divorced. it has nothing to do with the saw traps (those happens after)

7. jigsaw gives his ex wife envelops to deliver to one of his apprentices & a trap of her own to carry out and she actually does it

6. in the first saw movie there's a flashback with one of the guys whose trapped having a fight with his wife that reads exactly like TLO te'ijalahad fanfiction i would have written in high school (How can you go through life pretending you're happy? / I am happy. / That is complete bullshit; I'd rather you break down and tell me you hated me. At least there would be some passion in it.)

5. the second saw movie has a very easy solution if everyone trapped just looked at each other's backs and cooperated. instead it devolves into murder

4. there's a guy who pretends to be a victim of jigsaw and writes a book about this. jigsaw responds by kidnapping him and actually putting him through torture

3. idk if this is that batshit it's just my favorite trap and i've been deliberately avoiding getting too detailed into those. so jigsaw is a terminally ill cancer patient & the fifth movie is about him putting the ceo of the insurance company who denied his claim for care through torture. one of the traps is the shotgun carousel, where 6 of his employees who help him process claims are strapped to a carousel w/ a shotgun that will go off at a consistent time. there are two buttons he can press in order to lift the shotgun up and save one of the people's lives, but the other four will die. this matches the fact that his company denies 2/3 of all insurance claims

2. there is a fanmade saw musical (i havent seen it so i cant speak to quality or trigger warnings)

1. the first saw movie takes place on september 11, 2001. it was released in 2004. i'm not sure why they did that.

#dear mel

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fallout-4-reactions · 2 months

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Hell's Paradise, a Fallout 4 inspired Fanfiction - It needs work; but thought I’d share.

Prologue:

Are Silent Goodbyes Heard?

“There’s a limit to how strong you can be, everyone breaks when it comes to isolation because no one is stronger than loneliness, it breaks you beyond repair." - Unknown.

In a water soaked room, cold and alone, the Sole Survivor of Vault 111 writes quickly onto a crumpled bit of paper. She struggles as the pencil is on the verge of breaking, found abandoned like everything else she uses. She tries her best to continue regardless: she breathes heavily with a hint of frustration. For this crumbling soul knows it is so hard to concentrate when you're constantly on guard. Losing track of the simplest of thoughts due the instinct of waiting for trouble to just suddenly appear. It's frightening and it is endless. But it was what life has become for so many.

As goodbyes go - this one was silent - and it was pathetic. But there was nothing else she could do. Her husband was long dead, her son missing for god knows how long. It was all too late. Maybe God did know and if He did, He wasn’t there. Maybe He never was to being with.

She couldn’t possibly know that. She couldn’t possibly blame that on God, nor was humanity without blame. They were blind - their suffering - their own design. God had not pressed the “big red button” after all. Yet were all born after deserving of such pain? Was she?

If it is not for food then it is for something as basic as water, and it is all so real. Then, after a while, all that could be heard is a silence that could make anyone look up into the darkness and wonder what they had done. In its truth form it is sickening. The sudden quiet haunting the consciences of even the cruellest and most uncaring of people. It creeps through the darkest of places, echoing louder than any mother’s choked sobs for her dying child ever could. There is no warmth as a mother holds her children anymore, just a disturbed comfort. Only anguish; only ever their own silent goodbye’s.

The old world was all a dream… It was irrelevant - a dream that people now believe needed to be forgotten. The once great dream of this world is forever broken. Dead. The mistakes of the old world were horrific as long as there were survivors around to remember them; and now, the consequences are all too real.

But truthfully, that world hadn't been so great.

Jealousy would have been the first thing on the Sole Survivors mind, but did they really want to go back for anything other than a husband and a child?

Of course. No hesitation - but even they’d had their problems. Nothing was perfect.

But it would only be justified if she were not here sharing the exact same reality as every other person left, no matter how. The only difference was that she shouldn't be here. And not just here - but here, as in now. And that's the difference, isn't it. Knowing the world she does now, it almost cripples the soul of any form of hope. Knowing what once was… it’s heartbreaking. But who would believe her? What once was - it was a dream world; forged by corruption and greed. And it finally cracked under the weight of it.

They’ll never know. They will never feel envy for what they cannot wish for.

I need to forget what I once wished for.

A sudden gut churning bang echoes through the silence, making her jump.

Eyes wide. Now alert, she stood up from his temporary seat. Almost forgetting about her note. Maybe she really did want to forget. Saying goodbye - she never wanted to. It wasn’t just for a world she grew up in, or a husband who fought for that world; it was everything - her whole life.

She couldn’t blame it on an unknown noise either. But the unknown now had her full attention. Gun now in hand; pointing at the source. So many unanswered questions that require her to open the door on the far end of the room. But something seized up her fearless mind and it plagued her heart with enough to make her stop. She had to check his clip, she remembered, and she did, if only for a moment. Her vision of the door blurred at that moment. She panicked and looked back, but it had been enough time to count. Only two left. that voice told her. But her eyes were glued to the source of the noise again; afraid that his distraction would make her too late to react. What if it was Fearls again?! Please… not again. The sole survivor swallowed thickly; her eyes tired and uneasy.

She waited for a second bang but nothing came of it. After what seemed like a lifetime, she lowered her stance a little, slowly sitting back down - but never taking her eyes off that door - the gun now rested upon her shaking knee. Her whole body was now shaking from the tiredness of constant adrenaline.

She could hear his heart pounding in the now uneven silence, reminding her she was still alive. That was something at least. In the grand scheme of things however, it was nothing.

It’s two more bullets than yesterday. But that didn’t help her festering anxiety. Her chest rose and fell faster than it should. It was bruised from a recent injury and so her breaths were short, pained.

Maybe there’s nothing there after all... And yet, she knew better than most that wasn’t a good enough excuse to let her guard down. And yet she also knew that the imagination could run wild in conditions like this. It just couldn’t decide what side it was on; coming at the wrong possible times and then failing her at the times she needed it the most.

After nuclear war… the possibilities were endless. Anything could come through that door, at any time. She needed a disration - company - trust. Yet all she had was a drip of water that fell onto the water soaked floor. Its splashing sound on contact was the only thing that could be heard between her uneven breaths. It was like a clock, every few seconds it would happen again. It didn't help the already crude tension, and if the sole survivor looked for a source, she didn’t find none.

She finally let her guard down, and her anxiety did eventually begin to ease. But it would never leave her mind truly alone. It wasn’t just because she was paranoid - it was about survival. As brave as she tried to be - it all came down to not wanting to die. She was alone in a dark, abandoned house. There were of course worse places to die but this wasn’t how she planned to go out.

Maybe, that's what it was all about. She was a woman out of time - she wasn’t supposed to be here at all - let alone die here. She should have died centuries ago. In a bed maybe, surrounded by a loving family in some home or, at the very least, a normal vault with no cryo pods - with her husband and son. Not alone in some long dead, empty home that had long ago stopped being a home.

But if she was to have a choice in the matter she would damn well fight for it, even now.

Another sound echoed from somewhere deep in the house and she knew she needed to leave soon. The noise wasn’t the only problem: the dampness had embedded itself into the old, unprotected decrepit floorboards and walls and the smell was almost unbearable. So she quickly went back to his note, remembering its importance Picking the pencil back up; knowing her time was short. No more time for stalling goodbyes anymore. And although she should have done this months ago, this was the best she could do.

She quickly scribbled at the bottom: I was once known as a wife and a mother, and I write this for the person I will become, for the man I once loved, because he deserved the world. --- Goodbye Nate. I may become a different woman; a woman you cannot love and maybe, I already was that. I never had the heart to ask.

I say this here and now - forever written - incase I never find that courage, because you deserve better. You don’t deserve to be forgotten.

Once finished, she looked around - weary. Still tired; and extremely cold. The full weight of those words rested upon her shoulders. Guilt trickled from within and it gripped itself around her throat and chest. She now had a decision to make. But she was frightened she would never be able to let go… . Regardless of her feelings towards it, it was time for their final goodbye. There would never be time for another. She wished for a happier one.

Goodbye, my love.

She then left. She didn’t even look back at what she’d left behind.

Left on that table was all that remained of his old world: a holotag, a wedding ring and her final goodbye to the man she had to leave behind… Their goodbye, like so many others, had been silent. Forced. Unfair.

The door finally clicked shut, the slowness showing her reluctance… but eventually it closed, forever.

#fallout #fallout 4 #female sole survivor #sole survivor #tw depression #angst #not beta read #not finished

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tenderlywicked · 1 year

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There’s always a handsome man to blame when I start writing something super angsty. That’s the first snippet, more pain to follow :)

Live Like Scum, Die Like a Hero

Fandom: 60일 지정생존자 | Designated Survivor: 60 Days (TV 2019)

Summary: A courageous navy officer, a miracle survivor, and almost-a-president… He wasn’t supposed to die like that—on a dark road, from the hands of his own man. So what if he doesn’t have to?

It’s a common misconception that one dies immediately from a shot to the head. Sometimes, sure. But not always. At least it’s not what happens to him.

Down on the ground, stunned, rough asphalt against his cheek, Oh Yeong Seok is still able to hear the second shot, a single shot, and it can only mean one thing. Sang Min is dead or dying. But he shouldn’t be, he can’t be. Yeong Seok clings to this thought desperately, trying to stay alert, as voices above him argue if there’s a point in calling an ambulance.

There must be a lot of blood; head wounds usually bleed like hell. Surely, that’s quite a sight to behold. He feels himself slipping away, growing more and more distant—despite his will, no matter how stubbornly he grabs at the last shreds of consciousness.

His men were supposed to be safe, both Sang Min and Jae Hak. What will happen to Jae Hak now? Will he be deemed their accomplice?

No. No, it can’t end like this. All he needed was time…just a little time to fix everything…

But the world is dimming above him, too vast and indifferent, and the voices are dimming too. As much as he likes crossing the lines, crossing the one between life and death is no fun at all.

#kdrama #designated survivor #designated survivor: 60 days #60일 지정생존자 #Oh Yeong Seok #korean dramas #angst #fanfiction #designated survivor 60 days

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captain-sassy-socks · 2 years

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GABIT INSP 2022 Part IV - Q&A session #3

Amanda started the session by asking us if we had fun the night before (80s party), and YES, WE HAD!!!

She explained the meaning behind her shirt. It was from a company called Androgynous Fox which makes gender-free and gender neutral clothes. She’s not their brand embassador but likes their message and finds it important to support local queer designers.

Another Naked Attraction joke saw the day of light when she said the fabric gently caressed her breasts, especially the right side. [side note: It was quite amazing how often a sexual innuendo came across Amanda's lips. And she didn't even blush... maybe a little bit at times ;-)]

Next, Amanda and Becca auctioned off three forgotten items: the first one I can’t remember, the second one was a pair of Helen Magnus earrings; and the last one a signed poster.

I still don’t know what compelled me to raise my hand and throw an obscene amount of money at them (I blame getting seven hours of sleep instead of less than fours hours the two nights prior), but I’m the proud owner of this poster now. I just have to find a place to hang it.

Finally, we got to the questions, and Amanda wanted to play “Charade”. So we did. She invited every questioner on stage who had to creatively interpret or even dance their question. At times, hilarious situations arose because Amanda couldn’t figure it out and tried a shot in the dark. I can’t shake the feeling Amanda would be hopelessly lost at the party game Taboo.

First of all, we got a request for Amanda and Becky to pose as flight attendants during the safety instructions. “Please fasten your seat belts, make sure your tray table is folded away, and your seat is in an upright position. And always listen to your flight attendant because they only do their job, and their job is safety.”

Next was a question about which character she would like to portray one day - the queen.

Amanda told an anecdote about an actor who forgot his lines and said “bags made for douching” instead of “douchebag”.

Someone asked which character from First Kill she would be, vampire or werewolf. Amanda answered like this.

Let’s assume this is the international sign for werewolf. In the end, she said she’d prefer to be a vampire. (I wonder where that comes from XD)

If she could turn a book into a movie, which would it be. She said Five Little Indians. The novel focuses on five survivors of the Canadian Indian residential school system, struggling with varying degrees of success to rebuild their lives in Vancouver, British Columbia after the end of their time in the residential schools. It also explores the love and strength that can emerge after trauma.

Amanda pointed out that a lot of history books from her schooldays only had a black and white view and were often whitewashed. It’s gotten better now, and Olivia learns so much more. But there’s still a lot to do, and a lot of stories to tell.

She was asked if she had read fanfiction. She admitted she had but not recently. She came across a few Sam/Janet fics, and, once, a fan gave her some saucy fanart of her and Teryl. For a while, she couldn’t look at Teryl without seeing these.

Someone asked if she would ever write her memoirs. Amanda joked it would probably only be a little pamphlet with a lot of pictures which she would turn into podcast later. (side note: our group unanimously decided at lunch that Amanda could read a phone book on her podcast and we would still tune in)

If she were a teacher which subject would she teach - history. Again, there’s so much more to learn and to be preserved before it’s lost forever.

Her favorite GABIT moment - crying / the longest curly wurly stretch for the Guinness World Records / the time at AT 1 when she threw herself on the hood of Becky’s car and rolled over like an action hero; granted the car was parked; nevertheless, Becky almost had a heart attack.

Next question was about books which needs a bit more explanation. You know the superstition if you don’t look someone in the eye when you greet them, you’ll have seven years of bad sex. From ‘would you rather have seven years of bad sex or no sex at all?’, the question went to ‘would you rather read bad books for seven years or no books at all?”

Amanda stated wholeheartedly that she would rather read a bad book than nothing at all. Then she asked the audience and was suprised that only (maybe) half of the attendees raised their hand. “What? So many people wouldn’t read at all?” Since she was looking in my direction, I blurted out, “You can always write.” And she was like, “I hadn’t thought about that.”

Last, was a question about what kind of tv show she would do if she could - cooking show. Someone from the audience reminded her she still owed us her famous Green Goddess Recipe. Amanda promised to post it on her Instagram channel. Well, let’s see.

And that’s it for this very entertaining Q&A session.

#Amanda Tapping #Grand Empress of Scifi #gabit

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Can you tell us more about the Viper's Nest Group in the Nannerverse?

Out of universe; Viper's Nest was made because I realized I wanted to raise some of the stakes to push the two dunderheads (Spike and Specter) together. I was having trouble really planning how to get them to move forward in the relationship so i went to the fanfiction reddit to ask other fanfic writers what would be a satisfying way to get the idiots macking on each other given the Foe-Yay, kidnapping, enemies to lovers, and species difference issues. just something to push them into the relationship.

The Favored advice was Alcohol, which was a kinda fun rabbit hole to research if Specter could drink that without dying or it poisoning him or something (Funfact: Yes he can and Chimpanzees are actually known to make their own wine from fermented fruit and palm sap!)(Also is what birthed the drunken wino Specter drawing

So Nannersverse canon: Specter has a collection of those Wine drinker paraphernalia that middle aged women own)

And Adrenaline/Stake raising.

Now I'm totally not against a scenario where the two get shitfaced drunk and make some questionable decisions involving questionable words and body parts touching but for a story that is supposed to be a bit more emotional it felt like a cop-out to just have them get drunk so it was onto the second option!

And that bought a new challenge in the form of "How do you raise the stakes in this scenario? Without bringing in elements of the Pumped and Primed/Million Monkeys branch of the timeline (which I didn't want to do) Specter is literally the biggest threat in the story and he's half of this ship and it's important to the plot that the other protagonists don't encounter Spike as early as this would take place? So what outside source can pose enough of a threat to both of them and make them smooch within the confines of the games I selected for this AU?

So I Made up the group Viper's Nest.

In universe Viper's Nest borrows from the Mesal Gear Solid minigame of Ape Escape 3. The mini game itself is just that; a game within the Ape Escape Universe, probably designed by the professor himself as we know from Piposaru 2001 that he seems to like designing levels and environments for the Piposaru to play in in the virtual world (And was so disappointed when he learned Specter no-clipped into the final SUPER HARD LEVEL that even the Prof can't beat... and Specter Speedran that shit and took over) maybe as a give away or promotion for the Monkey Park. This would have gotten him reprimanded by his old friend Roy Cambell as the two know eachother and elements of the game were borrowed from the Professor's time working with Foxhound, who partially funded Project Specter.

After Project Specter was shut down due to lack of viable results (Specter was too expensive to reproduce in a lab and the Prof got attached and hid his developing pk abilities from the investors to avoid weaponizing him specifically) the Professor focused more into the Peak Point Helmet project (Of which Specter was also not a good candidate for because the helmet fucked him up with the brain chemistry and Pipotchi wasn't born yet). Version 2 of the helmet allowed for the programming of specific traits and abilities, mostly just copy pasting an existing person's data, and imposing it onto the ape wearing it. It was handed over to Foxhound and thus Pipo Snake was born and between the monkey park repossessing Specter, and Foxhound taking claim of the V2 helmet both investors were happy-ish and the Prof could fund his pet project time machine. No more V2 headsets were manufactured though as after the initial test run it was decided to be inhumane as it had a greater chance of just frying the host ape's frontal lobe after a period of time, making Pipo Snake the only survivor of the test group and a terrifying concept to any of the Piposaru and a conceptual boogeyman to Specter and Pipotchi.

Pipo Snake was kept and trained until he was a bit older (He and Specter are around the same age) and deployed on smaller stealth missions for a period of time, before Ape Escape 1 happened (and as far as the public and foxhound knows) Specter broke out of the park, released the other apes, took over the city, and converted the castle in the park into an airship. Needless to say the Professor had some explaining to do, but managed to call off Foxhound under the explanation that a kid with toys designed for amusement park entertainment was able to stop him so it's no big deal and as long as he doesn't get a helmet he's just a cool little monkey. Foxhound lets it go, for now, but by AE2 Specter starts causing trouble agian and although it's mostly property damage over anything else once again thwarted by kids with toys, Foxhound sets up a contingency plan for Specter in the form of Viper's Nest, headed by Piposnake.

Viper's Nest has a smaller handful of members with different jobs but the two most prominent are Piposnake and his 'handler' (I.E. the guy who on the outside looks like he'd the big boss but he's mostly just in charge of translating for Piposnake's Ukki's/sign language and buying him cigarettes). Six months before "Red Light; Blue light" begins Specter is hunting down an old prototype Pipo Helmet, hoping to find it back at the currently abandoned lap where Tomoki's accident took place, figuring that one of the serial model prototypes might still be there as a lot of stuff was left behind to get Tomoki medical attention and the Professor is quite forgetful. It WAS there and Blue was sent as the gofer to retrieve it, but never came back as tabs were kept on the location and Viper's Nest intercepted and nabbed Blue. Losing contact, Specter nabs up the rest of the Freaky Monkey Five as escorts and goes to get the helmet and figure out what happened to Blue, where Viper's nest was waiting to ambush resulting in the capture of the Freaky Monkey Five. Red manages to get Specter to safety but goes back for the others and Specter is ported back to the Saru Station setting up the events of Red Light;Blue Light while Viper's Nest waits for Specter to make a notable move again with the intention of using their Pipohelmet negating tranq dart on him for capture. Which he does to rescue Yellow and Blue who were left openly in a zoo for baiting out the albino ape.

Unfortunately outside of what they do for the story I don't have a lot of specifics down for the Viper's Nest and PipoSnake as I have never actually played a Metal Gear Solid game in my life and would have to do some research. the saving grace being that PipoSnake only speaks in Ukki so I don't have to focus on too much dialogue with him...

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evenmorestress · 2 years

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A TFA OC writing game!

The Deathworld- A Collaborative “Choose Your Own Adventure” Style Fanfic

I’ve been wanting to write something with the setting I designed a long time ago for my roleplaying game days. Why not let everyone take part and make it a writing game?

I write a base, you fill in prompts! Like a free writing Choose Your Own Adventure game. In the end, we can watch how one story changes from person to person.

The Concept/Plot:

Trapped after a catastrophic shipwreck, your OC finds themselves to be the only survivor of the crash. Quickly jumping from the frying pan and into the almost literal fire, they are saved by a minibot named Sandcrest. With their new guide, they must find a way home before the death world snuffs yet another spark.

That’s right folks, we are going robot cowboys.

[Rules and actual story beneath the keep reading!]

Our Rules:

It’s essentially a more freeform method of “Choose your own Adventure”

Within the story, anything I put in bold is something you replace with the relevant prompt. So “OC” would be the name of your character, while “[Prompt]” would be an entire segment where you write based on the prompt given.

You can change any bits you want really, so long as the spirit of it remains the same. I need a beginning and end that lands on the same note, otherwise I can’t write future chapters if people decide they had fun

Be sure to tag it “#TFWritingWithStress” so we can all find it and everyone can see your amazing characters!

If you had fun, spread it around! Or even drop me (EvenMoreStress) some constructive criticism if you think of ways I can improve the format.

So, let’s get started!

The Deathworld, by EvenMoreStress and Others

A collaborative transformers animated fanfiction, link to the google doc

A voice echoes in the distant shadows. It grows louder as white floods OC’s vision. Static filled diagnostics overtake their HUD, which are swept away by the sudden surge of light, sound, and heat. A wince wracks their frame but a muddled processor narrows in on the shadow above. Specifically, a face that is quickly coming into focus.

A young minibot stands over OC. Short but sturdy, the tan mech is bouncing from pede to pede in a nervous jig. The poncho across his shoulders sways wildly in the searing wind.

“Hey!” He says again. “Get up! You gotta get up if you don’t wanna die here!”

That quickly snaps the world back into focus. OC jolts up, pain lashing through their helm. The agony is enough to bring the world into sharp detail. It’s carnage.

A ship, OC’s ship, is in ruins. Nothing remains, all of it scattered across an endless desert. Not even a spare bolt is left undamaged. What could be salvaged quickly sinks beneath the swirling sands.

In an instant, it all comes back to them.

[For this section, write how your OC had their ship end up crashing on Varmego 7, a little known death world covered in scorching deserts, near bottomless canyons, and vicious megafauna. It’s hot enough to melt circuitry during the day and cold enough to freeze energon lines at night. The crash can have happened however you want, but your OC will be the only survivor if they were traveling with others.

If your character IS the ship, you can make overall adjustments as needed but it won't be as easy as flying off planet (the story can't continue otherwise)]

OC snaps back to the present as an increasingly panicked minibot smacks their cheek.

“Come on, we gotta go NOW!” The Minibot spins around, “We only got a few minutes before the dead pits swallow everything. So if you’re not hurt then get up!”

The mech takes off- bouncing between sinking chunks of wreckage. Even his minimal weight pushes each debris born foothold further into the gritty mire.

[For this section, narrate how your OC gets out of the crash site. If they step or fall into the sand then they will immediately start to sink as the ship has crashed right into a giant pit of quicksand. They are surrounded by the sinking ruins of the ship, their only safe footholds in the pit. The Minibot, Sandcrest, will already be tensely waiting at the edge of the danger zone when your OC finishes unless they need help

If your OC is the ship, then other parts of the story can be adjusted. The footholds can be debris from a rockslide caused by crashing against the nearby canyon instead.]

The minibot only relaxes once both of them are on relatively safe ground.

“Primus, that was close. Now,” he turns to look at OC, “No one ever survives crashing here! Who the frag are you?”

[Have your OC introduce themself however they want. Any mentions of rank or faction are met with an unimpressed look from Sandcrest.]

“I’m never going to remember that. So I’m gonna call you Survivor.” Smiling, the strange mini introduces himself, “I’m Sandcrest, a scavenger for Sanctuary City. I can bring you back with me, if you want? Not that you have much of a choice.” He looks at the final piece of wreckage sinking under the quicksand , “It's the only settlement in the star system. Only settlement in this sector of the galaxy, actually.”

Sandcrest is waiting for a response when a noise catches both of their attention. OC looks back at the metallic groan that echoes from the sand pit. They spot a distinct sparking from the final piece of ship as it disappears beneath the liquified dunes.

“Oh.” Sandcrest whispers, “That can’t be good.”

Seconds later, the pit explodes.

The desert lurches under them as the glitching engine overclocks, energy core exploding as it’s snuffed by grit and silt. Tons of stone and sand rain down on the two mecha, leaving them scrambling for cover. The small mech beside them loses his footing and tumbles backwards.

[Put in how your OC reacts to the impromptu earthquake. You can also put in how they feel about any hope they had of recovering something now going up in literal flames]

“Oh no… Oh, that’s really bad!”

OC looks down at the panicking Minibot. Sandcrest struggles to his feet and scrambles up the nearest sand dune. OC trudges up behind him, peering over the small Cybertronian’s helm. The sands shift a short distance away, splitting in half a dozen spots like the wake of a boat in the ocean. All beeline straight for the two mechs standing on the dune.

Sandcrest throws out an arm, grasping whatever of OC’s plating he can reach. “Don’t. Move. No matter how close they get, don’t move.”

The panic in the minibot’s voice is enough to catch OC’s attention. The waves get closer and closer. Grinding earth and scraping claws reach their audials, growing louder with each meter of ground the hidden creatures eat up. The surface parts, a ridged spine breaks through as the body beneath rises.

It vanishes with the powerful swing of a stinger tipped tail.

The waves disappear as the sand swimming monster dives deeper, ground sifting below their pedes as it passes them by. Moving at a snail’s pace, Sandcrest removes something from his subspace. As his hand emerges from the shadows of his Poncho, OC spots a grenade unlike any they’ve ever seen. Formed from a long pipe with a weighted spike on one end, it's ramshackle in its design. As if built from wayward scrap and wires.

The minibot grips it on either end. “When I give the signal, run and don’t stop until we reach the stone plateau.” Sandcrest juts out his chin, pointing towards a flat red expanse in the distance. He gives OC one last glance. “And DON’T look back. It’ll slow you down.”

He twists his closed fists. The object clicks then begins to loudly tick. With an admittedly impressive throw, Sandcrest launches the object several hundred paces to their left. It smashes point first deep into the ground. The minibot braces.

The grenade splits apart with a POP and starts to shake, sending vibrations deep into the dune. Half a dozen slipstreams burst to life around them, going straight for the trembling object.

“NOW!” Sandcrest leaps into his own alt, a small dune buggy that bounds across the loose terrain.

[Put in here how your OC reaches the safe zone, a large expanse of red stone in the distance. Your oc will get about a fourth of the way until they realize the creatures in the sand have eaten the grenade and are now splitting between going after them and Sandcrest. Your oc can use whatever skills they have to avoid them- be it combat, mobility, or anything in between. I won’t limit how you decide to play this. If you want an additional threat, you can bring in the factor of sand and how hard it can be to walk or drive on it. The intense heat may also be an issue for some flight frames. The creatures are about as large as a midsize car, with long snake-like bodies broken up by dozens of short but powerful legs. They don’t have any special skills when it comes to combat aside from biting, clawing, and leaping up from the sands below to try and drag their prey beneath the surface.]

The creatures break away the moment OC crosses the line between sand and stone. A jarring change in terrain, pedes slip and slide across the glass like surface.

Sandcrest transforms to root mode in a flailing sprawl of tumbling limbs. Finally rolling to a stop on his front, he jerks his head up. A ridged head emerges to peer over the plateau’s edge. Reptilian eyes stare them down a long moment before sinking back into the grainy abyss.

[Any reactions to the above or additional thoughts towards the situation]

A shaky burst of air leaves Sandcrest’s taxed vents. He looks over to OC, admitting, “I swear those things are sapient sometimes. We should be safe for now, though. They can’t swim through stone. Are you ok?”

[If OC is injured, Sandcrest will offer them a small medkit. It's as barebones as it can get with only a glitchy welder, some patches, chips of a crystal eerily similar to energon, and a bottle of coolant labeled “Only use when about to fragging die!!!!” Sandcrest will help if needed but otherwise will let them do it on their own while he takes stock of his own supplies and their location on a 3D projected map]

Sandcrest drags himself up, shaking grit from his poncho. “Let’s get going then. We have a few more hours of sunlight, then the real scary stuff comes out!”

The minibot does a quick check of the sun then begins the arduous trek across the wavering desert.

[Any last moments of introspection or actions for your oc, as a chapter 2 may come at a later date if folks want it]

#TFWritingWithStress #StressWrites #tf #transformers #tfa #transformers animated #tfoc #oc #maccadam #robot cowboys #writing game #autobot #decepticon #doesnt matter what faction an oc belongs to!#if people have fun we can do polls and stuff in the future to decide where we end up

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