#this is for fanfic it's just a hobby

[eggmacguffin]

Omegaverse-

Against: Weird, bad sex. Insufficient reproductive healthcare across the board.

Defense: From an anthropological standpoint, because omegaverse came about in a community where the given hobby is creative writing, it unintentionally reveals a lot of interesting ideas about concept of gender and gender roles as understood in the societly and by the individual writing it, including the frequent inclusion of gender oppression as seen in this new world. What makes a body male or female? What forms of sexual oppression are included for "romantic value", and what is excluded? What does the author see as "natural" gender role vs. what is manufactured and therefore criticized within the work? For instance, Omegas in an office setting often experience workplace harrassment and discrimination, but rarely have seperate dress codes from Alphas and Betas. The active chore of womanhood is removed while the passive sufferings of womanhood remain. Omegaverse written by trans feminists can be (intentionally or unintentionally) a truly fascinating study in gender-centric worldbuilding & a biting form of satire.

Coffee Shop AU-

Against: Banal. Unchallenging. Falls under the fanfic sin of paragraphs dedicated to describing plot irrelevant foods that the author likes.

Defense: idk. Catholicism-friendly?

#obviously please don't take this too seriously fanfic is a hobby & a labor of love and people should write whatever makes them happy #this is NOT a call for people to write less CSAU's or. dear god. more ABO #fanfic #omegaverse #i dont engage much with either of these genres. i just thought the concept of this poll was very funny #em chatter

[askblueandviolet]

Hey Mayor, do you have any hobbies ?

#lego monkie kid #lego monkie kid fanart #monkie kid #monkie kid fanart #lmk #lmk fanart #lmk mayor #monkie kid mayor #blue and violet #they are quite diverse with their hobbies to be honest #I like to think that they also quite enjoy ice skating #but yes they do like to commit the murder #just a silly little pass time #also the headcon that they can bake is just me being silly #they can make bake but I swear whatever bread they make is probably the most stale thing to ever exist #I think in reality Mayor just likes the smell of baked goods #because freshly baked goods smells REALLY GOOD ME THINKS #also the erhu thing is also another silly headcon I shoved into the fanfic series #but it sort of has some important significance...?

[remarcely]

Non-Human Tim Drake Prompt

The Drakes were unable to bear a child, so they made one.

They used clay from their dig sites, having come across grounds so imbued with magic that it was pouring out of the material in waves, and shapes a child- a little boy. He had Janet's smile, Jacks eyes, and a chunk of ruby, chipped off from an artifact the couple had found years ago, in place of a heart. They'd dried the clay child for thirty days and thirty nights, carefully checking him for cracks and crumbling patches. On the morning of the thirty-first day he opened his eyes and Timothy Drake was ‘born’.

He had once asked what power created him. Tim had heard of the tales of a puppet boy, so loved by his father that a fairy bestowed him with life, and asked his mother if the same fairy had blessed him. Janet had laughed, not taking him seriously, and patted his cheek.

“Oh, my darling, you weren’t made for no reason. You are the heir to the Drake name, a perfect little creation.” She stood from where she’d been crouched and began to leave the room, not bothering to look over her shoulder “Fairies are not real, Timothy, and neither is ‘true love’. There is only us and our requisites. You will placate our plans in a way flesh and blood never could.”

Tim understands the words his mother isn’t saying. Love had nothing to do with it, only necessity for a child to keep something so arbitrary as a name alive.

He wasn’t their son, he was a vessel, and if he wanted to remain a Drake then he’d need to serve his purpose;

Perfection.

#timothy drake #tim drake #janet drake #jack drake #fanfiction writer #fanfiction #archive of our own #fanfic #ao3 writer #batman #batfam #dc prompt #dc fanfic #dc robin #dc #detective comics #he's made of clay :) #very breakable #imagine the first time he gets really badly hurt on patrol and Bruce just finds him with a chunk missing on his face #and he has to put the pieces back together with some model glue #childhood hobby of making models coming in clutch #alternate universe #you are welcome to add on #very much a metaphor for kids that aren't allowed to have a childhood and pressured to become perfect #only to later crumble and crack as they realise that they weren't born to withstand that much stress and really need a hug

[huntingrays]

character with deep trauma that is never addressed/only joked about:

me, ready to write a fic where they suffer and then finally get some comfort and rest:

#just fandom things #idk how to tag this #meme #fandom memes #it’s my hobby #writing #fanfiction #fanfic authors #for me it’s more bg charatcers tho #but still just as valid #both are valid #the gays love their poor little meow meows #poor little meow meow #hurt/comfort #imma tag characters i see people so this with #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #steve harrington #will solace #leo valdez #will byers #eleven #jane hopper #jim hopper #nico di angelo #phoenix wright #klavier gavin

[random-conspiracy]

FIGHT FOR THE ARTS AND CRAFTS!!!

FIGHT FOR THE LEGACY OF A CULTURE!!!

The book binders, the shoemakers, the secrets of fabric and wood. What will happen when all is automatized, what will happen if we grow far and far away from the things we use and do.

Fight to keep alive the legacy. The wisdom and knowledge macerated by generations. Someone has to carry the torch!

#ahshashahsa ok I know it sounds like shit you'd find in a pamphlet #But I think a lot of what it means to be part of a hobby of a subculture and all of that #And I just saw the post about the user that started into bookbinding to bind beloved fanfics #and MAN #What will happen to the shoemaker in my town when he dies? #There are another 15 but they all will eventually die. And many people buy more shoes from fabrics in the other side of the world #The book binder closed his workshop years ago #and here I'm trying to bind a book with a youtube tutorial #what will happen when the secrets of tools and craftmanship die? #The little secrets. The secret wisdom. The correct way to cut fabric #The best posture to weave a basket. The divinitaion meaning of every card in a playing deck #Being part of a hobby is like being suddenly part of a whole guild #but we're so far apart #will someone pass the knowledge of how to make a nice table? will someone remember? #if a tree falls in a forest

[whositmcwhatsit]

When you have some free time to write and all your WIPs start playing in your brain at once

#elvis presley #baby elvis #70s elvis #hollywood elvis #elvis fanfic #elvis fanfiction #do i have any hobbies? oh i just vividly daydream various scenarios from different eras of elvis' life just like everyone else #i honestly don't know what to work on first #does anyone know how you press pause in your brain?

[impishtubist]

Anon, if I cared what my HP followers thought of me, I would write Sirius and Remus as OCs with those names slapped on like everyone else in this fandom does.

And if I cared what my non-HP followers thought of me, I wouldn't be posting HP 🤣

#you used a tone indicator in your ask which means that you're too young to be speaking to me anyway #someday you will have a job and bills to pay and fanfic will just be a silly little hobby that you do for fun #and you won't care what people think of you #i promise this will happen someday but for now i recommend focusing on your math homework #i actually am genuinely sorry for my non-hp followers #i really thought good omens or temeraire would be my new hyperfixation #i'm trying SO HARD guys

[chrkrose]

Tyrion's eyes narrow, and then wide as he smashes his cup on the table, "Seven hells, Jaime! Are you in love with her?"

#brienne of tarth #jaime lannister #jaime x brienne #j/b fanfic #I AM STILL HERE OK #still writing #is just life getting in the way of my hobbies #but none of my fics are abandoned ♥️ #j/b

[raininyourblackeyes]

My cousin, a published writer, a well-known poet in my country and a literature professor, for whom I've always been no.1 support ever since her first attempts at writing in high school, told me that I must stop writing as a hobby because that's her thing and since I'm writing fantasy mostly my writing could never have any important artistic value anyways.

#what happened was that i was feeling really down these past few days #like mental health dead in mariana trench #and i went to visit her because she lives like 10 minutes away and has a cat i can play with #but yesterday morning a friend of mine made a fanart (i guess i can call it that) of a fanfic i am writing for the five of them #she sent it to me and said she's also working on an actual painting on a camvas of her fave scene from my original story #and i was so surprised and exicted #that's actually a too mild description #and when i was visitting my cousin i showed her the pic of the drawing on my phone and explained it to her and she just said ....ehh.. #and started texting someone #i was sitting there feeling stupid and thinking wow you could have at least praised my friend's art sytle or something #and when i was getting ready to leave she asked me if i was aware my writing has no artistic merit and fantasy is trivial literature #so i should just stop wasting time on that and focus on developing my art style more for her future poetry collections #i do the art for her book covers #and added how we already have an established writer in the family so i should focus on my role - becoming a good pharmacist #and she knows how much i hate that i'm studying pharmacy like it's the no.1 cause of me hating the direction in which my life is going #finished it off by saying she feels like what she's doing in going to be really great and important on a large scale one day #and how she wants me to continue being her shadow that follows and supports her #i left went home and started at a wall for hours #i just feel so dumb for getting excited over a silly drawing of something not more than 5 people will ever read #i genuinely hate the idea of people reading anything i write so most likely writing will just remain a hobby for me #and now i feel like the most stupid person on earth and am this close to deleting all my word documents from both my laptops

[mejomonster]

I am throwing into the void (where u are), please consider: commenting on fanfics anywhere theyre posted, comment on posts and/or reblog a little thought u had in the tags or in ur own add on.

Because so much of fandom is just. Reaching out saying hey! I care about this! And hoping someone else who cares about it runs into it. Interact! Let the people know you are glad u ran into what they made! Make friends! Have many more awesome moments and chats where you all get to share that caring, excitement, to connect about it! You gotta reach out, at least a little, to start that conversation. Even if its just one little "!!!!!!<3" comment, or reblogging and putting in the tags what that scene a person giffed/mentioned/drew reminded u of your own thoughts on the thing.

#rant #u know. u know what im saying.. #what im saying is: stop seeing Each Other (the community) the way you see Huge Companies making content #the individual regular person with interests and hobbies is ALL THE PEOPLE AROUND U! ALL THE PEOPLE ON UR DASH #is all the people drawing fanart writing fanfic making gifs making music videos posting headcanons! #its not Content to Consume. its a person like you sharing their thoughts love care excitement to YOU #we gotta... we gotta connect more. so many people feeling isolated #so many people creating and sharing a creation HOPING someone else connects with it. but like #if we all wanna connect. we gotta talk a little. even if its just a heart emoji comment. #please.

[afniel]

me: I am going to write a little fanfic out of this dream I had with funny little robot guys.

me, but 19k words later: girl help I am exploring themes of disability, chronic pain, ableism, subculture, systemic oppression, PTSD, aging, neurodivergence, community, forgiveness, healing, and recovery. with funny little robot guys.

#Tumblr ate this post once already and killed the tags but #I am beginning some kind of descent into Mega Man X But Serious hell and honestly? amazing hell. 11/10 would descend again #someday you're all going to blink and I'm going to just be a MMX fan account (this won't actually happen) #(but imagine if it did happen) #also I've come full circle on my teenager hobbies. listen to Linkin Park and write fanfic and make a game? incredible shit. #past me knew what's good. I am out here living my best life lately. #this story is turning out really satisfying so far though I may have to actually post it somewhere when it's finished #that won't actually be a first. there is a single Zelda fic I wrote out in the world under a pseudonym #but it will be the first in over twenty years #...I may be old.

[rollercoasterwords]

Hey sorry if this is nosy but do you have a Letterboxd? I do trust your opinions on books so I thought I would too for movies :)

it’s not nosy lol but i don’t share my letterboxd bc i use it 2 hang out w a non-fandom friend (read each others’ reviews) & want 2 keep this blog & associated social media separate from like. my non-fandom social media sphere….

however if u wanna hear me talk abt movies u can follow me on medium! separate little blog 2 this one where i keep track of media i’ve been watching/reading/listening to etc just 4 fun

#ask #answering bc u are not the first person who’s asked for letterboxd lol have gotten a couple messages that i just left unanswered… #as much as i treasure my fandom friends i absolutely do not want hp fanfic 2 be a part of my larger life. so #it remains a hobby which few people who know me irl know abt…

[ihathbenobiwankenobied]

sometimes i'll be in a work meeting and realize they don't know i write fanfic about gay star wars boys in my free time

#and that is equally disconcerting as it is a power move #i just think its funny that they probably think im watching the fucking bachelor for my daily tea but no #when i have to explain to someone my hobbies i just tell them i write books #codywan #fanfiction #fanfic

[owlf45]

when it comes to unfinished fics, i actually found i prefer instead of a writer forcing themselves to slog through and finish the fic, just a chapter summarizing the way the story was going to end. like where the plot was going, what was going to happen to the characters. it could even just be a bullet point list tbh.

a couple people made this point. i think it's definitely a good middle ground for sure

not to be contrary, i really do enjoy when authors do that, but ill give my own perspective since i complained about no one giving theirs and i have yet to contribute to my own conversation.

for my smaller projects, especially the ones that only got a chapter or so in and could easily be read as ambigious/open ended— leaving those unfinished worked fine.

for my longer projects, like imaginary and indefinite, even if its like pulling teeth, it is fulfilling to return to them. I'm not as passionate about the works, but also being in the middle of passion can instill paralysis— you cant write because you're too damn excited. writing now can be exhausting, but it satisfies that little version of me that dreamed about updating the last chapter so many years ago.

of course, i dont think this would be possible if i didn't have my notes and a rough direction i was heading. some stuff still slips past me, but generally the direction is the same. i don't think my writing and execution is as strong, but most people don't seem to notice or don't say as much, to be honest. even if my grasp on the characterization isnt as strong, even if my passion has cooled, as long as i have that direction i intended so many years ago, i feel good about what I'm posting.

i used to be deathly afraid of mediocrity and disappointing people, of not capturing that original glow that made my work so fun to begin with— but that saying 'either do it, or do it scared' holds true here. and i can add something aged and different to my work. also, i think focusing so hard on quality makes you lose yourself in creation rather than creativity.

but of course, that's only my journey, navigating with my 5 year-old-fics. they're old loves. i think if you're sick of a work, or if you're coming back to a work with genuinely no direction, it can be very hard to write and you'll be lost and frustrated. old-me already did all the heavy lifting, i just have to do my job and put words on paper.

#my asks #alright im getting off my soapbox #i was just curious from the reader's perspective #i dont read much fanfic anymore #i think ive really struggled coming back to old fics (hence why fourteen masks is on a separate account) #but posting to imaginary and getting a warm reception made me re-realize that its not a burden; its a hobby #its a warm embrace of an old fic

[kivaember]

random idea i had for apv is that there definitely is a d&d group in the warrens somewhere (there's not a lot to do in an underground bunker with no internet and the only tv channel being off-world news three days old), and 621 ends up getting roped into it.

he's personally not too interested in the game itself, but he realises it's an oppotunity to let ayre enjoy herself, so he makes a character that is Basically Ayre and then dictates everything she says during the game. painstakingly writes everything she says word-for-word and does the decisions and choices she wants.

true, the rest of the group think it's just raven really getting into character (he'll even only respond to ayre), but this is a way for ayre to play and interact with other humans. it makes her happy, and she actually enjoys playing the games, so 621 is pretty happy too.

it's just a cute idea that i kinda wanna incorporate into apv.... ayre and 621 are platonic life partners your honour he should be allowed to do smth nice for her ghffhgh

#fanfic ramblings #ac6 apv #meanwhile 621's true passion ends up being like #learning very niche and hyperspecific animal facts #learning to draw animals #tries to embroider #finds peace in growing plants #621 like my hobbies are just vibing with nature #meanwhile ayre is my hobby is an intense d&d session where we're saving the world :) #bless them both

[oh-katsuki]

“What are these?” Armin pulls out thick frayed paper from between the pages of the worn notebook. 

You spot them and chuckle to yourself as he turns the paper to reveal a pencil drawing of a group of people in various poses and places. The hatching on it is clearly visible, done with a quick and light hand. Their faces are content, sometimes sitting in a circle over what looks like quiet conversation, other times laughing raucously, so hard that their eyes have narrowed to slits. Armin has never met these people before, but the drawings give him the impression that he somehow loves them the way the artist did. 

“Oh those?” You smile, walking up to him and taking the papers in your hands. You briefly smile down at them like they’re something precious. “Old drawings of mine.” 

“I didn’t know you draw,” Armin comments, his eyes widening at the new information. 

“Yeah,” you chuckle and hand him back the drawings. “I used to want to be an artist. You know, the kind who makes something meaningful that everyone knows the name of. I’m all washed up now though.”

“Why’d you stop?” 

“Well, Dad died and I didn’t have the energy to practice,” you smile even though the memory you’re recounting is painful. “I sort of lost the passion to do anything. Work was few and far between and living in the city didn’t help with expenses. Mom needed help, I needed money, my siblings were in school. I had to come home. Work for artists is few and far between even in the biggest of cities, in this town there’s nothing. And after a few years of being back here, I decided that I was fine with a modest life. No fame or meaningful artwork necessary.” 

Armin looks at the drawings, his blonde hair shifting slightly on his forehead. When he meets your eyes again, they’re big and rounded with emotion. “That’s a bit sad though, isn’t it?” 

“Nah,” you shake your head. “That’s just life.” 

You move to sit down on the bed and tangle your fingers together between your legs. Then, you stretch them out and make an exasperated and high pitched sound. Armin moves to sit beside you, not quite close enough to touch. 

“But man I would have really loved to draw for a living,” you give him a sideways glance and a smile. “Ya know, my friends used to ask me to draw pictures and sign them for them. They thought that I was gonna be some big shot artist. It was nice to have people have that kind of confidence in me. I did it for ‘em every time. I wonder if they still have them,” you wink, “just in case.” 

“Are the people in the drawings those friends?” 

“Mhm,” you nod. “I met ‘em all in college. Got lucky getting to know people like that.” 

Armin looks at the pencil drawings again. They look like they were done so quickly, but he can make out each person’s features individually across them. He gets the impression that you looked at them a lot, that drawing them was less of an exercise than it was an action of habit. There’s a lot of love in them, in these little moments you’d captured in your sketchbook. 

“Are you still in touch?” 

“With them? Not anymore,” you shrug. “We lost touch about six years ago. All of us went our separate ways and it got hard to see each other. Plus, I sort of became a recluse after Dad died.” 

“That’s a shame,” he says, somber and looking at his shoes. 

“Nah, it’s not,” you laugh a little. “They’re still some of the most important people in my life. I hope they’re happy and that they still have the drawings, even if they’re crumpled somewhere in a drawer or crammed into a notebook. If they think about us and the time we spent together even a little bit, that’s enough.” 

“Don’t you miss them?” 

“Oh god, so much,” you laugh. “I think about how badly I want to be with them every day. But they’re living their lives and I’m living mine and that’s alright. We can’t really go back, but even though we’ve lost touch, I’m sure that if I ever ran into any of them again, it would be like that time never passed. We’d be the same, just like we always were.” 

“That’s a nice thought.” 

“It’s the truth.”

#not sure what this is #i wrote it yesterday and like the message #idk if it even really counts as fanfic but i wanted to write about looking back at old memories and friends #and i feel like armin would be such a comfortable person to divulge that information to #so patient and nonjudgemental and understanding #just the comfort of sharing old memories and hobbies with someone who wasn't there to experience them #but who is willing to listen #ANYWAYYYYYY #tw: death