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king-nyx · 27 days
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I have a fic that exists in weird limbo of being greek mythos related, my own original work and a fanfic.
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(Link to my fic on Ao3)
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Hi people of the Internet! It's a been a while & as I'm working on chapter 4 of one of my biggest works I decided it was time to share it here again. :)
I have been working on this for a long time and it is a piece of my soul that I have written into words for you all. It would mean the world to me if you would check it out. (And maybe even let me know what you think ♥️)
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What if I just dropped this part of the next chapter with zero context.
What then.
“Call me ‘hart’ again.” A demand, but not one born of anger or fear. No, Mellan was looking to her feet less and less, even as she criticized him, and the creature was treading on becoming just as smitten as she was arduous.
“I thought you liked ‘imp.’” Solas exhaled, the scope of the room narrowing less to a place full of people and more to a concept of a room featuring Mellan. “You have to admit, it suits you.”
“Humor me?”
“I see…” he acquiesced with little turbulence. “Ma heart.”
“Again.” The determination she held within her throat before vanished by a hair, her shoulder blade within his hand wilting just so. Like fragile paint chipping away in the rain, so was her resolve to stay away from waters she should not test. 
She’d read a story once within the library of a maiden laying cursed in dreaming due to touching a forbidden spinning wheel. Mellan felt as if she understood the princess’ plight a bit more now. What would be the harm in just a little prick?
“This is an odd bit of a grounding exercise,” Solas spoke softly, not wanting to arouse suspicion in those around them should his comrade need to make a hasty retreat. “Mellan, are you sure you’re alright?”
“Please, I just,” She shook her head, no real explanation given. “I want to hear you say it.”
Now why did that feel like a declaration? Was it the way she looked up to him whilst she said it? He was meant to be the one grounding her, and he was going to end up doing a poor job of it if he kept staring dumbfoundedly down at her like he felt he was now. Yet, her eyelids looked heavy, resting on her flushed cheeks. Her shoulders were slowly wilting right along with his ability to stand up straight, and he muttered “Focus,” as if it were to her, to keep her mind on the dance, when he was clearly stumbling right along with her at the snap of her pretty little bruised fingers.
“Ma heart,” he vowed to the causation of his ruin, and bent himself to lean closer to her face than he should, should he remain a gentleman.
“Again--” 
“Mellan,” He veered off course to keep her honour intact, and whispered into pointed ear. “The music has stopped playing, ma heart.”
Anyway Happy Solstice goodnight I’m not sorry, muah 💋
Tagging lovelies:
@pikapeppa @because-im-hap-hap @rosella-writes @emerald-amidst-gold @oxygenforthewicked @varric-tethras-editor @fade-touched-shenanigans @the-dreadful-canine @smashingpigeons @blueheaded @drunken-drengr @reonerra @dungeons-and-dragon-age @dreadfutures @darethshirl  @fiadhaisteach @bogunicorn @ashalle-art @kantrips @shift-shaping @noire-pandora @palepinkycat @debgall @malewifezevran @1000generations @drag-on-age @siennamain @dalish-spectre @raflesia65 @thevikingwoman @kumaronoa @midorimaddie @sassyseeker @musetta3 @rivainisomniari @in-arlathan @melisusthewee @jellydishes @effelants @potatowitch​ 
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autumnwoodsdreamer · 9 months
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WiP Wednesday
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He waited—wild, cautious hope holding his breath back. But a beat passed. And another and another and Marida didn’t do anything with them, didn’t speak, didn’t answer, didn’t tell him what he should do.
She just held his hand.
The other still held Sabine’s paper bird.
Perhaps it was silly to keep it—it was, after all, just a piece of flimsi holding nothing but a scrawled note—but the time taken to fold it into something beautiful infused it with a meaning he wasn’t sure he fully grasped but he appreciated it, nonetheless.
That was a point about Sabine he couldn’t help but admire: she made spectacular things out of plain old nothings. Blank walls, random scraps of flimsi, corners and edges no one ever glanced twice over, moments of silence—she could fill anything with colour and life.
Something drove her. Probably a million somethings, but there were times when Din swore he glimpsed something—a creature desperately filling blaster wounds, scrambling to stem the bleeding before the monsters caught her scent. It was allergic to the light, whatever it was; he couldn’t see it when he tried to look directly at it.
Well.
He may never get the chance to learn it now…
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smugraccoon137 · 2 years
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Guess who finally posted their work on AO3??!!!??
Its me. I'm the guy
So if your your bored and want to read something goofy, smutty, and all around ridiculous check out Goldie and The Three Alphas!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/41282205/chapters/103504980
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livingbythewords · 2 years
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tenpintsof-sundrop · 2 months
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you don't need an AO3 app - round 2!!!
"AO3 is ugly and I hate the formatting!" -> you can download site skins. very gorgeous ones. and you can use them to change the aesthetics and visuals of AO3. just search 'AO3 skin' on Tumblr or even on google and you will be in A Whole New World. (and those searches should yeild tutorials on how to install the skins as well - it's not something I know a lot about, because I used to primarily use Quizilla and FFN, so I am more than used to Ugly Website. AO3 is very aesthetic and pretty compared to those.)
"AO3 is too bright!!! it hurts my eyes!!!" -> there is a dark mode. scroll down to the bottom. there is a heading that says 'customize'. under this heading, hit the button that says 'reversi'. that is their version of dark mode. and again, you can look for site skins that you like that have a darker background.
"I want to be able to make reading lists!" -> you can make bookmark collections on AO3. In your bookmarks, there is a button that says 'add to collection' beside each work. have fun. go ham. (Also, you can make private bookmarks if you are reading something with more controversial content that you don't really want others to know about - and please know, that any bookmark comments you make on public bookmarks can be seen by the author.)
(this last one made me laugh - because it seems like people are just coming up with bullshit excuses to 'need' an AO3 app when there is literally nothing that an app can go that AO3 can't.)
"my memory is really bad because of reasons sooo I remember to use things better by having them on my homescreen like an app!!!" -> create an AO3 shortcut on your homescreen. most mobile browsers have the capability to put a shortcut to a specific link or a specific website on your homescreen so that you can go straight there - like you would with opening an app. and it can be labelled 'the AO3 app' while simply having the icon of that browser. you can even do this with a link to a specific fic that you are in the process of reading (even down to the specific chapter that you were on). there is literally 0 reasons to have or use an AO3 app.
and remember kids!!! any and all apps with AO3 in their title are not associated with the real archiveofourown in any way, shape, or form - they are unofficial, and technically, they are illegal. and using them is putting all fanficition writers at risk legally (even if there is no active lawsuits right now) - just don't fucking use them. it is a threat to the entire fanfiction hobby just because you want 'the app experience'.
the archive is a non-profit website with 0 ads for a reason, and those apps are scummy scammers who put ads on our stories to make fast easy money when none of the people who made those stories ever consented to it.
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meayefet · 6 months
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Here's another thing I feel like we need to talk about regarding the current war between Israel and Hamas. Minor as it may be, I've been losing my mind over this.
As a person who grew up in the early 2010s, I grew up mostly on the internet and fandom culture, and have written quite a lot of fanficition in my early teens.
Something I've realized this past week is that people are seeing Palestine as a fandom. And not only does it belittle the actual problem, it dehumanizes Palestinians and Israelis alike and allows the rewriting of facts and truths as if it were an AU fanfic.
After realizing that I jokingly told a friend that I wouldn't be surprised to see RPF about the events of October 7th. I had in mind something like slash fiction of Hamas members, but today I found out people are writing fanfiction about A HOSTAGE AND HER CAPTOR.
I also found out it didn't happen in a vaccum - apparently tiktok is exploding with this stuff, saying Maya Regev - the hostage in question - had "left her heart in Gaza", because she smiled and said "shukran, bye" to her captors.
In case you have forgotten - Maya Regev was SHOT IN THE LEG AND TAKEN HOSTAGE INTO GAZA along with her brother, who was released FOUR DAYS AFTER HER. She was released with a shattered leg and without her brother - but if she smiled, her captors must have treated her so well, amirite? (Even though there are already plenty of horror stories from Hamas captivity, and children came back pale and whispering with their heads full of lice.)
Even in the early 2010s there was a debate whether RPF is legit or not (and at 26 I can safely say it's a no from me), but in this case it's even worse. These are not public figures we are talking about. This isn't One Direction or The Beatles. The Hamas terrorists are, well, terrorists, and Maya Regev is a private person made public because she was TAKEN HOSTAGE INTO GAZA. Writing a FANFIC about actual people who were actually injured during October 7th is beyond sickening, and it's probably the most immoral thing you can do on social media for the Palestinian cause (and if you guys claim to be on the side of morality you might want to be consistent).
Another thing that's driving me crazy is the difference between Israelis and Non-Israelis who grew up on the same things at the same time. my friends and I learned a lot about justice, critical thinking, and the power of art and creativity on the internet. I met a lot of my online friends in socialist youth movements and rallies, and many of them later became my classmates in Bezalel - BECAUSE we applied what we had learned into our adult life.
Non Israelis who grew up on the same platforms as I did who took part in the same fandoms, read the same fanfiction works, learned the same truths of social justice and the power of art- are now viewing the conflict as a fandom. You're either a fan or you're wrong - there is no middle. No room for critical thinking, for "Palestinians have every right to self-determination and an independent state BUT Hamas who actively prevents them said rights has comitted crimes against humanity on 7.10 and must be held accountable", or for "the occupation must end BUT the Jewish people are indigenous to the region" - there is only room for "by all means" and "from the river to the sea". It doesn't matter if they don't know which river and what sea - because if the conflict is a fandom, then they can write an AU to deal with every truth that doesn't settle with their narrative, and rewrite reality to fit their next fanfic.
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strwberri-milk · 1 month
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Midnight Blues
Rafayel x Reader || Mild Insomnia, Comfort || 1 184 words
a/n: my toxic trait is pretending im a singer and compiling songs into albums and naming them and midnight blue is the name of the hypothetical album that encapsulates falling in love with rafayel and i guess i could make a playlist bc thats the normal thing to do but i just name fanficitions after them ig. also this is based off his treasure secret time - idgaf about the mensturation i only care about the fact that hums your ass to rest and the lore drop that is rafayel calling you at night when the two of you first start met bc it would help you sleep
You can hardly remember what nights were like before without the sound of his voice in your ears.
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You sigh as you sink into your bed, staring up at the ceiling after doing another quick lap around the house to try and tire yourself out. Your body is tired, you know it is. You just wish that you could sleep, not at all excited about the prospect of having to go to work tomorrow after being unable to sleep all night.
You’re about to start your nightly routine of tossing and turning when your phone suddenly starts to ring. A smile makes its way onto your face as you recognise the caller ID, putting your phone against your ear and humming lightly to alert the other side to your presence.
“You’re still awake, huh?” Rafayel’s teasing tone asks through the phone. The two haven’t known each other long but that didn’t seem to bother Rafayel in the slightest.
“Yeah,” you sigh, putting your phone on speaker next to you on the pillow.
All it took was falling asleep one time in a conversation with him for Rafayel to pounce on that and decide to take advantage of it. You swore up and down that it was a mistake, that it wasn’t because of Rafayel that you fell asleep but deep down you know that something about that silky smooth timbre of his voice made your worries go away. You’d never slept so soundly, mortified at the teasing text that he sent you when you read it in the morning.
However, you had to admit defeat and let the man do whatever he wanted. Even before you met him it was clear that Rafayel didn’t care much for whatever the people around him want. He does as he pleases and now, it seems that he’s convinced you won’t sleep without him talking to you.
“If you wanted me to call you all you had to do was ask,” he says after a while, letting you get settled in bed.
“I’m grown. I can take care of myself,” you reply, Rafayel imagining a slight pout on your features as you did so.
“Ah, I see. So you don’t need me to talk you to sleep then? I’ll hang up then.”
“Wait!” you shout quickly, shooting out of bed and grabbing your phone.
“Don’t…don’t go. Please?”
“Begging now? I guess if you’re that desperate for my company I’ll give it to you.”
You can hear how smug he is, rolling your eyes at how obvious his tells are. You wonder how Thomas hasn’t figured him out yet – Rafayel isn’t nearly as sneaky as he seems to think he is.
“Are you driving?” you ask after a second, settled back into bed again and listening carefully to his end of the call.
“I’m heading back from an exhibition. I could have booked a hotel but I didn’t feel like staying the night there so I’m making the long drive home. I called you to see if you’d keep me company.”
You tug your blankets around yourself, losing yourself in their warmth as you yawn. The exhaustion begins to sit on your shoulders again but this time, it feels more manageable. His voice swims around your head as he starts rambling about the exhibition. You’re glad to hear that it went off without a hitch, having declined his invitation yourself due to a more urgent task of the day.
“Are you even listening to me?” he asks, bringing your attention back to him.
“Hmm? Yeah, sellers bullying you, people hitting on you, same old same old,” you mumble, burying yourself further into your bed.
“If you didn’t like it that much, why didn’t you just make something up to get out of it?”
“I couldn’t bail on Thomas again. I felt bad for him constantly fielding off journalists and this show was supposedly a big deal so I decided to do him a favour. Plus, I blew off all the shows so far this month so I might as well make myself seen at a more important one.”
Leave it to Rafayel to make doing his job seem like a favour to someone else. Even if he acts like he’s got his head in the clouds you know he’s genuinely kind – if you’ve got the patience to go digging through the layers that make up the enigmatic artist. You feel thankful that the world brought you to him, even if you weren’t sure what the budding feeling in your chest is.
“You had a long day, huh? I can hear it in your voice.”
You give him another hum, not wanting to bother with any words.
“Even if I ask you a question you don’t need to reply. It’s getting late and I won’t be home for at least another hour. I really did just want your company you know. I’m glad that you answered my call. It would have been miserable if I had to drive home all alone.”
It doesn’t take Rafayel much time to start rambling at you again. You don’t know how he manages to find anything and everything to say to you and keep himself entertained, laughing at his own jokes and taking the soft noises you make as jumping off points to completely go on a new tangent.
When he hears your light snores and steady breathing, he smiles to himself. The sound of your breath surrounds him in his car and if he weren’t such a responsible driver, he’d close his eyes just to pretend that he’s laying in bed with you.
Normally, Rafayel was perfectly content driving home in silence, finding the long expanse of road the perfect opportunity to ground himself after all of the cameras and people in his face. Honestly, he only left when he did to make sure he’d be able to call you at the same time he did every night. Your inability to sleep well worried him and even if you didn’t fully understand the extent of his feelings towards you, he wouldn’t let that get in the way of taking care of you. You make him happy after all, especially when he hears you try to rouse yourself from sleep in a desperate attempt to show him that you’re listening to him. The mental image of your sleepy eyes trying to focus on his face makes his heart melt, impatiently tapping his finger against the steering wheel at the annoyance of being unable to call you his just quite yet.
Even when he gets home, he doesn’t hang up on you. He’s careful to do his nightly routine quietly, using the sound of your breathing as his favourite symphony and he settles down for the night himself. He even continues to speak to you softly, wanting to make sure that his voice lulls you into a truly restful slumber. He thinks about you a lot and being able to help you in any form always makes his heart feel so full.
He won’t admit that talking to you on these late nights makes him sleep well too, putting his phone on the pillow beside him before falling asleep to thoughts of you.
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justthoughts1310 · 3 months
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If you have not watched Netflix's live action ATLA yet, let me stop you right now. It is not good and it's score on rotten tomatoes is honestly too high.
However, it's far better than the 2010 Live Action movie.
I'm on episode 6 now, and as I watch, I've been trying to find the words that best describe the series.
I've struggled, but the first thing I've noticed is how all of the actors seem to walk their parts and miss the meaning and motivations of their characters all together. The only one who comes close to embodying their character is Iroh, and the only one who looks like they came from straight out of the avatar universe is the Bounty Hunter.
However, now that I'm in episode 6, I've found the word.
The series is Rushed. It's rushed. It feels that they are trying to pack as much avatar lore into the storyline as possible and they don't care what storylines or arcs they have to mangle in order to do it. It's like a really badly written fanficition or a bad spark notes recap of the OG show. I feel comfortable saying that because I've read the Kiyoshi novels (which are like fanfics) and they are EXCELLENT.
You notice this when the show starts. Aang can fly unassisted. Let me repeat. He can fly unassisted. Only two Airbenders in all of Avatar history can fly unassisted, and one hasn't even been born yet during the time Aang was trying to stop the 100 year war. This boy can fly, but we're 6 episodes in and he has not water bent once. If he hadn't turned into Kiyoshi, I wouldn't believe that he's actually the avatar.
As to not provide any spoilers, they've taken multiple storylines and mashed them together. For example, the spirt of wisdom that we meet in the library in the arc where Appa goes missing. Yeah, we meet the guy in the forest with the Panda Bear Forest spirit and then we meet Kah shortly after. As if that's not all terrible, then we are introduced to the Mother of Faces.
The mother of freaking faces! If you don't know who she is, she is not in the show. She is introduced in the graphic novel trilogy "The Search" when Zuko and Azula try to find their long lost mother.
It is my feeling that if you want to revisit a beloved show that you should work to make it better. Deepen it. Add color to it and help the audience better understand the characters insights. Take your time with it.
Netflix tries to do a little of this by providing some additional backstories, but it does this by running rough shot through literally everything else.
It even changes the characters relational dynamics with one another. For example you know how even though Sokka is the oldest, Katara very much has adopted the place of their mother? Yeah... throw that notion right out the window. Now, instead of Katara being the practical one who keeps everything on track, she's painted as the rash kid who needs to grow up and Sokka is the father figure.
Now, Zuko is kind of the beloved child even though he's been banished and Azula is seen as a nuisance to her father. Like what??????
It's actually ironic that the show removes Sokka's misogynistic nature because the show is kind of misogynistic in and of itself.
It's 6 episodes in and has already stripped three female characters of their core tenants.
1. Azula is a prodigy. She's the pride of the fire nation. Not anymore.
2. Katara is a motherly figure who is the mother of the group. She cares for everybody and keeps them on track. Not anymore.
3. Suki is a fierce and independent warrior who is not impressed by Sokka's misogyny. Now, she's a creepy woman who follows him around the entire time he's on the island until he asks to be trained by her.
When we heard that the OG creators and Netflix went different ways because of creative differences, we should have known right then and there that the live action was going to be trash.
Also, I'm going to put it out there. Considering the fact that this should be a block buster series, Netflix did not spend anywhere enough money on it, because the graphics are so cheesy and Appa looks terrible.
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brucewaynehater101 · 2 months
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I have this asshole on my fics that keep deleting the comments from. Do you ever get hate mail for your aus? (above is just the only time I bothered to respond to them)
So, I've heard about that happening to authors before I started posting on AO3. For my fics, I have comments enabled only for registered users. I've also put a lot of comments in my fics of stuff like "dc stands for disregard canon" or "sorry if this is ooc, but hope you enjoy!"
I don't know if that combination has prevented mean comments so far, but it works for me. It doesn't excuse their behavior (and not doing preventative work does not give them permission). If someone is mad about fanfiction not sticking to canon work, they should stop reading fanficition.
As far as on Tumblr, I've only received two not nice replies. One was a reblog yelling at me to read comics (I didn't respond to them). The other got mad about how they interpreted the post. For the second one, I tried to politely explain how my character analysis was valid.
It sucks that people get mean over free fan work that people spend time and effort creating. As long as someone isn't doing something harmful (like spreading hateful messages), dni with work you don't like.
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Summary: On his quest for world domination, Tord develops a serum that will turn a man into a giant, horrible monster. But after countless failures, he finally realizes what he was missing to perfect the serum formula all along; and he will help him, willingly or not. Dark and angsty Tomtord fic. WARNING: Torture, blood, foul language, and drug use; viewer discretion is advised
Author: @heather1815
Note from submitter: OH MY GOD This is my all time favourite fanficition!!! It is written so so so beautifully and the plot is incredible!!! The way the author crafts the storylines and characters' point of views is a masterpiece! If you like angsty slow burns or Eddsworld, I really really recommend giving this fic a shot!
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bamsara · 2 years
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35. Ramble about any fic-related thing you want!
So we know that the Afton virus isn't tehcnically all technical and has some sort of supernatural element to it canonly because of how Afton aims for his immortality and whole plan and yada yada and this is why both in a fanficition self-indulgent aspect and realistic aspect (as realistic as a sci-fi fantasy genre could be) that the virus and it's effects could be 'treated' in a way with certain things that could range anywhere between technical interception and straight up cognitive treatment such like the 'exposure therapy' and other things my Y/N is currently doing right now to help Moon (and Sun) recover from the virus and to almost build an immunity to it. And if these positive effects work for the Daycare Attendant, who's to say the good results wouldn't be the same if the same steps were taken with the other animatronics. That is, if the animatronics and Y/N even knew what was happening at this point in time of the story. As of right now, all they know is that they are malfunctioning heavily, have a skewed sense of idenity and wants/needs and self-worth and know they pose a danger to others. At this point in the story, because Y/N comes in LONG before the events of Security Breach in the game, there are no missing children to be heard of. You know the missing kids that show up/talked about in the SB endings? That hasn't happened, and won't happen now, because of the variable thrown into the mix: The Reader, Y/N. Without going into detail, if Y/N had left the pizzaplex and then events would have played out as normal in canon but because of their presence and their intervention and effects between the animatronics and effect on them/influence in their behavior then they pose a much lesser danger not just in the area of the Daycare Attendants but in other areas as well, like say Monty (too be explained later) and any issues that arrive with the arrival of the security guard and the re-activation of the security cameras.
This, however, does not secure the saftey of management on hand. Y/N was hired somewhere inbetween the time of managment replacing all of the human staff with automated staff bots and making the animatronics act as security and the events of the game. They were not expected to last. Like, at all. Managment is actaully really surprised and inconvienced that they're still there, but can't really fire them because (1) they do their job well enough (2) somehow the animatronics don't want to hurt them *cough* Moon *cough* which is a mystery to Managment in itself that makes them curious and (3) at some point they realise Y/N knows too much. There will be a point in time where Y/N is no longer the expendable employee but a very valuable one, one that is too important and too invovled that they'll either need to be sworn to secrecy or killed off because...well, it's Fazbear Entertainemnet. Big cooperate has blood on their hands. Their robot's hands, actaully.
That last bit comes into play when ARC 3 starts and we have Sun n Moon live with Y/N after the Pizzaplex's destruction but I can't get too nitty gritty into the details about it
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atlasofthestaars · 7 months
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I hope you focus on new era and do request later on when your inspired but tbh....im kinda worried that you're overworking yourself, thats one of the reasons why writers quit writing sometimes .
haha imma take this opportunity to talk abt ig?? a more real/serious side?? imma try not to go too deep but the longer version is under the cut
tldr: I appreciate the concern and I will try not to <3
New Era and mortal kombat in general are like ??? the biggest passion projects I've had in a WHILE. I love mortal kombat it is my biggest brainrot and I LOVE story telling and fanfics in general so it's nice to finally have something to really motivate me and something to remind me of how many days go by. I also kinda really thrive over the feedback haha Whenever I post about thinking abt New Era it's purely because I just think about those things to help me pass time at work and stuff, no burn out worries there. I also just think about it a lot because that's kinda just who I am haha
I actually tbh feel like I'm not doing nearly enough sometimes?? Like I wish I could consistently upload AND do requests more frequently. The people pleaser in me wishes i could do New Era -> Request -> New Era day by day, but I know that's heavily unrealistic and I WILL burn out if I do that.
I actually am taking steps to prevent burn out! I do requests only when I feel like it, even if I feel really really guilty that they're not getting done because I know forcing myself to do that AND New Era won't help. I try to type for New Era every night when I can, but if I type for a while and still don't feel like it, I just let myself do other things so I prevent burn out.
While I appreciate requests (I really do!!) I feel like I have a bit of imposter syndrome over it all?? Like I know it's because I am doing them as a side project to my passion project but it's like. "Anyone else would have these out in a day or two, meanwhile these people have to wait potentially WEEKS to get theirs done" and I try to remind myself that it's okay. But then I kinda end up forcing myself to write more to compensate?? Like consistently I make myself write 5k for New Era, and try to make my requests be like. 2k minimum, if not more. (I still feel bad that Sick Days was only 2k+ and not more tbh???)
I know if I REALLY wanted to I could just force myself to grind away at stories to no end but I don't let myself just so I can keep myself sane ig HAHA
Idk at the end of the day I remind myself that these are just passion projects haha ^^ I'm only writer as a hobby and because I want to tell stories and share my vision! I don't plan on writing as a job (unless fanficition writing is a job in a future somehow HAHA)
I appreciate the concern, and will keep it in mind <3 I try to not let myself burn out already, but I will make sure to keep monitoring myself over it <3 Thank you if you read this incomprehensible mess, I'm not that good at going on rants in an organized fashion. haha
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rainboas · 4 months
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life fucks so hard rn I go to work and write fanficition on my phone and then I go home and draw my silly little pictures . peace and love on planet me
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gladfang · 6 months
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i don't think my fanfiction is lesser than my original work in terms of quality but i definately think i've neglected improving my ability to create my own stories BECAUSE i've been writing more fanficition than original work since i was a teenager. like there was definately a more even balance of the two when i was in highschool but its only in the last couple of years i've gotten back into writing my own stories for my own characters (such as 'as you like' and 'litter') and its a harder transition than i was expecting, which is embarrassing in a way but also i'm still enjoying it and that's what matters. idk. these aren't vent posts really i'm just dumping all my thoughts in one place. maybe i'm focusing too much on trying to write these massive thought-provoking stories when i should start smaller and work up? i like the idea of that
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