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virgothozul · 1 year
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Heya zephyra
How're u doing 💓
Um u got any tips on how to start or make a fanfic ?
I wanna write my own fanfic I just don't know how to start
I already got my OC done and the back story of my OC
The only problem is how to start 🫤
Thought maybe ask someone with experience like u ❤️‍🔥
So u got any tips or advice ?
Thanks 😁🫱🏻‍🫲🏼
That's a good question!
Honestly, I'm not sure how I've managed to get this far in my writing. It amazes me just how many people follow Second Chances and continuously read each new chapter. I never once thought that I'd get to this point but I'm very grateful for all the love and support I've been shown because it just motivates me to keep writing~
With that aside, I started out on a pretty big scale when I first started writing fanfics. I've written two so far and basically it started as one little scene that I had in mind and then I built around it.
I'm not sure how other writers do it but I think my way may be a little unorthodox LOL
I say that because I never start at the beginning. In fact, most of the time, I will get inspired and think of a scene to write but it's almost never a beginning scene.
Instead, I always end up coming up with little scenes that are sprinkled throughout the entire length of the story. It could be a certain kind of hug or a fight between certain people or one particular conversation or something simple like that. I will then take those little puzzle pieces and splatter them all over my canvas called Google Docs. Then I go through and I reorganize each scene based on where I think they would fit during the story's progression.
Therefore, I ended up with a canvas that had various colors splashed on it.
Since the beginning, I always knew that I wanted to start with that first chapter where Macaque gets food from "Pigsy’s". That was my absolute starting point no matter what.
So, I wrote that and then I went through my colorful canvas of ideas and I split it into sections. Each section was for a specific chapter. Now, after I wrote that first chapter, I developed a process where I have the current chapter I'm working and then a more or less concrete sketch of the next 2-3 chapters to come.
I don't write more than that right away. I have ideas for chapters beyond that but nothing concrete. That's because a fanfic is constantly developing. There is no way to make concrete plans. What you plan for chapter 10 might be completely changed because of something that you thought of for chapter 6. Or you could end up writing more than intended for one chapter and have to split up certain chapters (*cough cough* the shopping trip *cough cough*). Either way, I've learned that it's better to be flexible with what you plan to post when it comes to fanfic.
That's kind of how I started and that's how I've been making Second Chances so far.
In any case, I feel like I'm rambling at this point 😅 I could talk about writing techniques and strategies for days but!
My main advice is: you do you.
When it comes to writing, there is no correct way to do it. It's kind of like art in that way. You can add as many scenes or as many wild colors as you want or you could be a completely black and white artist or someone who only writes poetry.
Either way, the key to anything creative is to just do it. It doesn't have to be good. It doesn't have to be perfect. I can't count how many times I've written something and then came back to it and gone "that's absolute shit what the fuck was I thinking". On the flip side, I've also had times when I write something and toss it to the side and I come back and I'm like "Who the fuck wrote this cause I know it wasn't me man that shits too good" 😆
So just write what you want to write and make it as simple or as complicated as you want it to be. The best thing I ever did was get into the habit of writing just to write. Whether it was a memoir or a poem or a short scene in a story I'm doing, I just write. Freeball it.
Thank you! I wish you well on your adventures!
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billdenbrough · 4 years
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hi i’ve had a headache all day (my fault for staying up until 5am smh) and am coming down with a cold (outrageous, fuck u winter) so i’m not sure how coherent this is but @trentadepresso was having a rough day which is a Crime™ bc andrea is an angel, and she really loves stenbrough, so i thought i’d try my hand at this to cheer her up a little? andrea, babes, i have v little experience/thought w them so i hope i do them justice for u!! i love u v much. also i’m mobile as per so like. apologies in advance for any typos
STENBROUGH + 30. you don’t see me
It’s a Thursday, so it should��be a quiet night, but there are about twenty people crammed into various nooks and crannies of the dorm that Bill, Richie and Ben share.
There are three girls sitting in a circle on Mike’s bed, braiding each other’s hair as they listen to him tell a story about Bill, Richie and an ornery goat that has Bev in stitches across the carpet; she’s sitting with some of Richie’s classmates from his Calculus class (“Rich, you’re doing an Arts degree,” Bev had pointed out with a laugh when he’d first slapped his schedule down in front of them all, which he’d met with an unrepentant shrug) at the foot of Ben’s bed, half-watching Community on Ben’s laptop, half-listening to Mike’s story; Ben and Richie playing a very intense game of Charades, along with about ten other people, in front of Richie’s bed, where Eddie is seated, watching the chaos between his fingers, laughing helplessly at absolutely every ridiculous impression Richie does; and finally, where Stan’s eyes always are, Bill, lying down on the carpet, lazily sketching some of the tableau in front of them.
Stan, for that matter, is sitting on the windowsill by the head of Ben’s bed, perched in a way that allows him to survey it all. He’d been talking to some of the braiding girls before Mike had started telling his story, and has since escaped to his raised position. Despite what Richie might say when teasing him, Stan likes these sorts of kick-backs, likes seeing his friends have fun, likes engaging with their peers. He’s not the most sought-out ever (that would be Richie, Bill, or maybe Bev), but that’s hardly a concern of his; he likes having his odder sense of humour, likes having shorter interactions with people, likes having less demands for his time and energy. Richie gets energy from other people’s attention. The only attention that sends a zing through Stan is that of the people he cares about.
There’s a girl giggling—well, there’s several, it’s Richie, but this one stands out in her intentionality—over Richie’s antics at Charades, and Stan winces. He thinks her name’s Belinda—or maybe Bethany?—which would already be a no from him, given how many fucking B-names his friends have, but he’s very certain she’s out of luck. She’s attractive, he supposes, and he could see Richie being interested for a night, but, well. They’ve never talked about it, but Stan is Richie’s best friend. He’s always been aware of how Richie’s eyes travel to Eddie after every antic, always craving his reaction more than anyone else’s. 
Of course, that goes two ways. Like, Eddie glancing back, sure, but that’s not what Stan means. He means that he’s pretty sure Richie’s aware of the way Stan’s always on the look out for a crop of auburn hair half a head above everyone but Richie or Mike, the way his gaze always—inevitably—finds Bill in any room, the way something in his heart hurts when it’s late at night and Bill’s looking at him with that sleepy smile.
There’s a shout of triumph, and Stan glances over at the charades crew, which seems to have grown in number. Richie’s whooping, Ben’s laughing at him, and Mike and Bev have ended up over there too, on either side of Eddie, shouting “best of three!” Richie glances at Ben, who shrugs, making Richie beam. “All right! This time, though, Eds, you’re playing,” Richie announces, and Stan stifles a laugh at the expression on Eddie’s face.
“Wait, Rich—” Eddie’s saying, and then Mike says, “C’mon, Eddie, I’ll be with you guys too. Who’s going to get Richie’s impressions faster than you?” and the expression on Eddie’s face... kind of knocks the breath out of Stan. He dearly wants to talk to him and figure out exactly what Mike’s words did to Eddie’s understanding of it all, but Richie’s still smiling brightly at Eddie, all hopeful eyes, and just like always, Eddie sighs, and nods. “Yeah, okay, as long as Mikey’s with us,” he says, and Richie whoops.
“Guess that means I’m with you,” Bev says to Ben, who smiles back. “Guess so,” he says. “Bill, do you want to play?” he asks, turning to where his roommate is still lying on the floor. Stan, again, stifles a laugh at the expression on Richie’s face (“He is entirely too good of a friend sometimes,” Richie had grumbled to Stan once, “like he and Bill are close, and Bill and Bev are totally over what the fuck ever you wanna call what they had going on for literally like, two weeks, so it’s not like he needs to do it to be a good friend to Bill anyway, but holy shit, I wish he’d realise that Bev, like, wants to hang out with him for him. Like, love yourself, dude.”), before his eyebrows shoot up at what Bill’s doing.
Because Bill is standing, shaking his head, and completely abandoning the two people who were lying beside him, not so subtly trying to get him to sketch them. “Nah, I wanna show Stan some of these,” he says, which is... odd. Not that he wants to show him things—Stan knows, realistically, that he’s one of the most important people in Bill’s life, and that Bill values his opinion—but just the timing of it all.
Ben nods, asking one of the girls braiding hair if she wants to join their team instead, but Bev’s eyes stay on Bill. There’s something knowing in them that Stan’s not entirely sure what to do with.
“Hey, you been having fun?” Bill asks, leaning against the wall just to the left of the head of the bed. He’s close enough that Stan can feel every movement brush against him.
“Yeah,” Stan says agreeably. “I mean, probably not as much as them—” he leans his head towards a few of the audience members for the charades shenanigans who seem to be drinking beer, even though Stan didn’t see any boxes around, “—but it’s been fine. What about you?” He nudges Bill, inclining his head towards the sketchbook Bill’s got under his arm. “Any good scenes?”
Bill’s lips, in a grimace at the drinking students, twist into an embarrassed smile. “Yeah, I mean, kind of? Everyone’s having fun, and that’s, you know, soothing to draw.”
“Can I see?” Stan asks. He doesn’t usually ask. He’s the only one. He’s always been the most sensitive about the idea of Bill saying no. But. But Bill is warm and bright and next to him, and he said he wanted to show Stan some of them, and maybe Stan’s not foolish to believe it.
Bill glances at him in surprise. “You want—yeah, sure,” he says, and it sounds so easy in his mouth, even though it was accompanied with the kind of initial surprise that used to get him stuttering so hard that even their teachers referred to him by it. (That had always made Stanley angry, so angry; the idea that anyone could see Bill, with all of his bravery and determination and loyalty, his creativity and care and warmth, and think the thing that mattered most to define him was his fucking stutter.)
He pushes off from against the wall and tilts his head towards his now-empty bed, and Stan nods. He slips down from the windowsill onto Ben’s bed, gently closes Ben’s laptop mid-rant from Jeff Winger, and ends up sitting at the head of Bill’s bed while Bill drops himself into his desk chair. He passes Stan the sketchbook, and Stan opens it, drawing in a breath. The first one is of Richie, and it’s—fuck, it’s just beautiful. Richie’s always been so in motion that Stan would never have guessed he could see a paper page and feel like he could find his best friend in the lines on it, but Bill’s managed it. There’s something striking in the lines and slopes of Richie’s face, something frenetic in the feathering lines of his hands, something in the expression on his face that suggests of a laugh beginning to form. It’s bright and bold and fucking beautiful, and Stan was always sure Bill was talented, but he doesn’t have words for this.
“Holy shit,” he breathes, and he’s vaguely aware of Bill’s eyes on his, the weight of his gaze, but he’s mostly losing himself in the sketches. He flicks to the next page, and it’s Bev and Ben. Stan always thinks of the way Ben looks at Bev, maybe because he’s a little closer to Bev than he is to Ben, but Bill drew it the other way around. Ben’s the star of the piece, with his burly arms and wide, sweet face, and Bev’s looking at him, and the expression on her face is so fond and amused and fierce and affectionate that it hurts, because it’s so her, but Stan prides himself on being observant, and if he didn’t notice this tonight, then Ben definitely didn’t. Maybe if he sees it here, rendered in such vivid detail that it’s impossible not to swallow as something true, it’ll hit him.
“She looks at him like Eddie looks at Richie,” Bill says with a quiet chuckle, and Stan’s heart stops in his chest. Because, yeah, Richie and Eddie feel very obvious to Stan, especially Richie at Eddie. But he can’t fathom how Bill could possibly notice Bev looking at Ben and Eddie looking at Richie and not notice Stan’s eyes following him through every room. He flicks more hurriedly through the pages, soaking them all in, and they’re beautiful, all so beautiful. Mike’s strong and tall and genuine, laughing quietly with three girls on Bill’s bed; Bev’s legs are tangled in Richie’s from earlier in the night, the two of them setting up Community; Eddie’s laughing so hard that he’s breathless, leaning on Ben for support, and—
Wait.
Stan glances back at it, brow furrowing. The background is half filled-in, and something in Stan’s stomach lurches, because he remembers this moment. He’d been right there, on the other side of Ben, looking at Eddie with amusement. But he’s not in the sketch.
He flicks to the next page. It’s Mike and Bev, sitting cross-legged on the floor, well before most people arrived, and Stan’s frown deepens, because he knows he was there, standing behind Bev, hands resting on her shoulders. They’re bare in the pictures. He flicks forward again. Richie talking to Mike. Stan feels like he and Eddie should be laughing in the background, but they’re not. He’s not.
He flicks forward again. There are more of the kick-back, all these people Stan knows only vaguely, and yet. None of Stan. This whole night is basically immortalised in this sketchbook, but there’s none of Stan or Bill. He... really doesn’t know what to do with that.
“Stan?” Bill’s voice breaks through. “What’s wrong?”
Stan doesn’t look up. He’s thinking this through in his mind, examining it from every possible angle. He ends up with one possible conclusion, and he doesn’t know what to do with it.
“You don’t see me,” he says carefully. His heart thuds, but his voice is level. He finally looks up.
Bill blinks. “W-what?” Clearly, it’s the last thing he expected Stan to say. Some distant part of Stan notes that the stutter is back.
“There are like twenty pictures here,” Stan says, and does his voice sound too rigid? Too taut? He’s trying for patient, or at the very least, not hurt. “All from tonight.”
Bill nods, brow furrowed.
“Bill,” Stan says patiently, wondering why he’s even pursuing this. Because he’s a constant disappointment to himself, probably. “There are like twenty pictures in here, and none of them are of me.”
Bill’s eyes widen, and his mouth pops open ever so slightly. It hurts to look at it. Because that’s what he’d look like when he kisses someone, Stan imagines, and that’s never felt like less of a possibility for him to experience than now.
“It’s whatever,” Stan says, “I mean, you’re under no obligation to. I just... was surprised, I guess.” Because we’re best friends. Aren’t we? Because even if your heart doesn’t skip a beat when I smile at you, we’re still friends, aren’t we?
Bill still looks a little taken aback, but something Stan said must have gotten under his skin, because he opens his mouth furiously, before being cut off by a whoop from Bev (“Suck on that, Tozier!”). He closes his mouth instead, and looks at Stan with such intensity that Stan feels off-kilter.
“Stan,” he says quietly, fiercely. “Stan, I see you. You’re like, the only thing I see.”
And now Stan’s mouth is slightly open, because he doesn’t know what to do with that. How to compute that, how to make it align with the facts of the universe as he knows it, with what he’s surmised from the sketchbooks.
Bill, apparently, didn’t mean to say all that, because his face shuts down for a moment, before it takes on a determined set. He slides back slightly from the edge of the bed and rifles through his desk drawers—god, they’re a fucking disaster area, Stan notes with a wince—before pulling out another sketchbook.
“Th-th-this is the one I had before,” he says, and there’s something so familiar about Bill in this moment, stuttering yet determined, that it twists something in Stan’s chest. He pushes it towards Stan, who opens it.
The first picture is of Richie again. But it’s Richie with Stan, and Richie’s laughing, joy in motion, and yet. The sketch is focused on Stan, with his wry smile and dancing eyes and the way his shoulder sits under the arm Richie slung around it. The next one is Eddie and Richie, and Stan’s in the background, but he’s got as much detail in his expression as Richie does, despite his face being a fifth of the size. Stan flicks through. They’re all like that. There’s a fair few without him, of course, but all of the ones that feature him, it feels like the pencils came a little more alive when resting on him. He looks up at Bill, open-mouthed.
“You’re just,” Bill says, before laughing shakily. “You were the only thing I could see. So I had to start drawing the space around you. To cope, you know.”
Stan’s heart is thudding. He’s genuinely, for the first time in his life, speechless. Which is saying something, given how long he’s known Richie Tozier.
Bill flicks the pages of the sketchbook from tonight to the very back, and there’s Stan’s face, staring back at him. He’s grinning to the side, amusement in his eyes, and every line of it is so fond, so carefully rendered, that Stan’s heart genuinely hurts.
“Bill,” Stan says, and he doesn’t know what he’s saying. That he gets it, maybe. That his eyes find Bill in every room. That he fell in love with everything Bill drew tonight, that to see the way Bill sees him blows him completely away.
“I didn’t mean to drop this all on you,” Bill says, running his hands through his hair. “I just. Couldn’t stand the idea of you thinking you didn’t matter.”
Stan’s hands snake out and capture Bill’s. Bill glances up at him, eyes wide. Behind them, Stan can hear Eddie shouting something about an octopus—Richie must be having his turn—but Stan wills away those noises.
“You’re the first person I look for in any room,” Stan says, and when Bill’s breath hitches, Stan squeezes his hand. “You’re always the first thing I see.”
Bill looks like he’s been struck by lightning. “God,” he breathes. “We’re so fucking stupid.”
Stan huffs. “Okay, no. Richie and Eddie are idiots. Ben too. We’re just... mildly moronic.”
“Mildly moronic?” Bill sounds like he’s trying not to laugh.
“I mean, we sorted it out in one conversation,” Stan says, ignoring the way his stomach is fluttering. “They’re all going to need at least three. Mike’s the only one I trust.”
Bill really does laugh then, and he’s sliding his chair forward, and Stan’s breath hitches. “Mike’s the smartest one of us all,” he agrees, speaking into the small space between them.
“Richie is so fucking clever, and yet,” Stan murmurs into the space between, and is it getting smaller...?
“No braincells,” Bill sighs, and then he’s sighing it into Stan’s mouth, and Stan was so wrong earlier, when he thought he’d never see what it looked like for Bill Denbrough to look at him like he meant to kiss him.
(When they separate, Stan’s flushed and Bill’s ears are red. The noise is still coming from the charades crew—Bev’s the one acting it out now—but Richie catches Stan’s eye, waggling his eyebrows, but the beam on his face is sincere, and the thumbs up he gives Stan completely genuine. Stan rolls his eyes back, but can’t stop the smile spreading across his face, least of all when he meets Bill’s gaze again, and sees the giddy grin on the taller boy’s face.)
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franeridart · 6 years
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I just found your profile and I love your style so much!
AHHHHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!!
Anon said:From kami's-hair-is-hard-to-doodle anon from a while back: I finally got it! Thank you so much for your advice - reading and rereading your tips kept me practicing! I'd also like to thank the Academy /orz
I’m glad it could help you at all!!!! :O Kami keeps on being a mystery to me (and Horikoshi himself ???) too so don’t get too down on yourself for it taking time haha
Anon said:Ive sent you a couple of asks before but Im just so in love with the content you produce. Like not only is your art style so cute and stuff, but the plot/story (Idk) of each post is just so original and adorable. Im just so blown away by everything you post. Thank you for sharing your art!!!! Have a good week!!
Anon said:Hi! I’m new to your blog but love your art, I think your very talented which is why I’d like to ask a question. Do you have any advice for posing? I noticed your very good at it and wondered if you have any tips. If you do answer this, Thank you!!
Firstly, thank you so much for the compliments!!! I don’t know how useful exactly any advice I could give you will be, since most of it comes from drawing a lot and watching drawings even more, but in general to pick a pose usually what I do is think of the scene as if in movement? As in, what the characters are doing, and how they’d move if I were looking at them while doing it - keeping in mind the characters personalities helps me with this a lot too. 
Take for example the confessions drawings I’ve posted a couple of days ago: it’s true that there’s no words nor movement anywhere in them, but as I drew them I had a pretty clear idea of what they were saying and how the characters would react in those situations - Jirou’s shy and easily flustered, so she’s averting her eyes, unable to keep eye contact, and closing in on herself a bit, hiding her face and so on; in the concept, Kaminari was the one who confessed, so he’s holding her hand, tentative, because he’s unsure about how she’s gonna answer (it’s all stuff that didn’t actually make it in the drawing, how he reached for her hand, how he’s gonna close his other hand around her knuckles, but in my head it was a complete scene and I just picked one frame of it all to draw). The same goes for Bakugou and Kirishima - they’re rowdier, louder, more assertive and inclined to take everything as a fight, so this time around I went for a scene in which Bakugou straight out yells his feelings at Kirishima and Kirishima answers me too (again, I had the before and after in my head too, I just picked the frame that best coveyed what I was trying to do)
As I said I’m usure about how much this might help you orz it’s just my way of doing things, and it mostly comes from the fact that I was originally a writer honestly, so thinking of a whole scene makes things easier for me #rip
Anon said:Can I say, I really like the colors for your confession pictures! :>
THANK YOU??????? H E C K ;O; 
Anon said:hi~ i just went through literally everything in your sketches tag and i just wanna say i love your art and your comics and stuff. also because i went through everything, i want to bring attention to how cool it is to see how much your style has changed! your lines seem more confident and your characters more dynamic in the last few years :D
HECK THANK YOU SO MUCH it’s always so damn nice to know people can see my stuff getting even just slightly better oh mannnnnnnnnnnnnn *sob*
Anon said:can we repost your art if we give like 100% credit
Nope, sorry, I’d prefer it if you didn’t do that
Anon said:those "confessions" must be the lewdest thing I've ever seen
why would you use that word tho
Anon said:I just wanted to tell you that I love your art and it always makes me a little happier when you post something! No matter if it's your comics or colored pics or "simple" doodles, I love all of them! (Though soft stuff is the best, hehe) I just hope you know that you're very appreciated, and I hope you only have wonderful days!
GODS THANK YOU SO MUCH I’m so so so happy I can make you a lil happier ;0; I hope you’ll have every possible wonderful day too, anon!!
Anon said:I just spent the last few hours of my Sunday going though your entire blog. It’s beautiful and I hope you know that you have ruined my life because of that beauty. God damn it.
That wasn’t the intention but I’m!!!!!!!!! glad you think so???????? sob oh my g od you all are too nice to me ;^;
Anon said:Tododeku?
It sure is a ship, isn’t it - I’ve drawn for it in the past, I most probably will again in the future! :D
Anon said:you're honestly one of my fav artists on here! i love your style it feels so unique and is so pleasing to look at (((:
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’M CRYING THANK YOU
Anon said:Your art has this unique quality about it... its really hard to describe but there’s something so dynamic and god damn pretty about your work. It’s fantastic and you inspire me to keep on creating! I hope your day is absolutely wonderful and thank you for blessing us with your art!
I’m!!!!!!!!!!!!!! so glad I can make you want to create stuff, anon!!!!!! that’s the best thing anyone can ever tell me, oh my god ;^; thank you so much !!!
Anon said:I love it when you draw cuddly bakugou!! Its wonderful!!
THAT’S!!!! super great to hear cause I could probably draw only that for the foreseeable future and not mind it one bit holy smoke
Anon said:THE HUG COMICS ARE THE BEST COMICS, I LOVE HUGS AND BAKUGOU BEING PHYSICALLY AFFECTIONATE IS SOMETHING I LOVE, A++++, WOULD RECOMMEND.
HONESTLY BAKUGOU NEEDS ALL THE HUGS AND IF I MUST BE THE ONE TO GIVE THEM ALL TO HIM THEN SO BE IT
Anon said:all ur comics are fucking delightful and make my day everytime. i ve read them all like too many times? i read each multiple times in a row and im still giddy? i love them i love u
I!!!!!!! LOVE YOU TOO???? HOLY SHIT THANK YOU
Anon said:*sigh* soft-phisical contact lover bakugou save my week. And kiri is the most wonderfull sunshine and no one cant discuss that *sit down in the floor and manly crying*
Kiri is the brightest sunshine isn’t he ;^; the sun to Bakugou’s moon, it makes me weak and I cry a lot
Anon said:I never knew I could be so weak for kiribaku omg fran what have you done to me, on that note what little things do you think theyd do to take care of each other? Like kinda lowkey stuff theyd quietly do? Ahh anyway thank you so much for all the wonderful drawings, hope everything is going well for you :)
Well, this is just the feeling I got, but I’d say they do plenty for each other quietly and softly in canon too, don’t they? Bakugou especially, pointing out to Kirishima his strength when he can’t see it for himself and always trying to find a way to cheer him up when he’s down and giving him space when he needs it, training together, studying together, worrying over one another, Kiri making sure to always know what’s up with Bakugou and following him to help him, just generally being there for each other so that if and when they need they’ll know they’ll have someone they can lean on - their relationship is really mutually supportive, isn’t it? I cry so much they make me so happy ;^; *sob*
Anon said:When season 3 comes out wouldnt it be fun if krbk fans filmed their ch.90 being animated reactions?? I think it'd be so cool/cute to see all the emotions! What do you think?
You know, I’m pretty sure that IS gonna happen? People make reaction videos for so many things! It’s nice and fun, honestly, I love it~
Anon said:I really love the way you draw spiky hair! It looks so floofy and soft.
Boi thank you!!!! Spikes are super nice to draw, though admittedly I make them less spiky then they’re probably supposed to be haha
Anon said:As someone who adores Sero Hanta And is a die hard krbk fan can I just say how much I love you? Like I was having a rough-ish day and I can’t stop smiling now because of your latest comic. Seriously, I love you and your art is everything.
I’M SO GLAD YOU LIKED THAT ONE!!!!!!!! I adore Sero if I had any better clue how to draw him I’d draw him all the time always, true story, he’s such a fave ;^;
Anon said:OMG Fran!!! I want Bakugou's name tattooed on all their faces now!! Hahahaha!
You know, one of my first krbk fanarts was Bakugou writing his name on Kirishima’s forehead, actually....................
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fantasyimmortal · 6 years
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Review of "Satisfy me"
Since I said so, here’s my detailed review of the positive things I picked up from your fanfiction. All of what I am saying is really just my personal opinion and what are my likes on it. But maybe it helps you a little and makes u happy too, I’d be glad, if I could support u with my feedback. But I am not a professional writer nor professional reviewer myself, I just know the basics and stuff from the time I wrote fanfics myself. It’s up to you, if you wanna publish the following or just answer me in private. So let’s get going:
+ The wording:
I wanna start with the obvious: The general writing style. I as a person who rarely reads anything and is hard to get hooked up on something, I have to say that this fanfic has the unique ability to make me keep reading. The way the sentences are phrased, very diversely that it doesn’t get boring. But I guess that’s the experience and practice, since I looked though ur Master List, you seem to be a Writer for a little longer already. But yeah, I personally think the choice of words is interesting, keeps the reader reading and makes hungry for wanting to know more and that’s always what keeps a story going.
+ The Story Idea:
Personally I am a huge fan of demon lore and everything surrounding it. So the first glimpse I got of the basic idea got my interest already. I have to say the lore is worked out so well, basing on real life christian religion – if i am not mistaken – that I can learn a lot more about it throughout the story. It gives the story depth and makes it tangible. I am simply in love with the concept of Saeran and Luciel being the demon princes of hell and the supporting characters surrounding them. I really dig how u adapted the other characters and made your own as well, fitting in and to the story. The dark fantasy concept is just amazing, since it’s already of my liking.
+ The first few Chapters:
I have to admit, I was startled at first by the approach of the first few chapters, but now that I gasped the full story so far, I have to say the first few chapters are the strongest, in my opinion. Not only come they off strong by their wording, but interpreting it makes oneself see, why. It gives the exposition to the character development. It gives actually the first hints of what’s going to happen. It also gives something to compare, which measures character development. I am glad those first few chapters got me hooked up to read further, to get the whole image this far.
+ How the Characters are written:
Saying so already in the previous point, but pointing it out again: The character development, especially for Saeran. I could clearly see his progress in changing over the story so far and it really amazed me. I love comparing character to how they were in the beginning of a story and where they are standing now. It feels impossible that a character would do in the very beginning, what he does later on, and that shows the growth of said character really well. I am exited for how much further he’s going to change throughout the rest of the story. Because the development done so far, was a natural and reasonable transition. It wasn’t forced, just for the sake of development. That’s what makes it so great.
But not only he changed, but MC as well. But for her I think the strong points are, which a lot of people would probably point out: She is not the damsel in distress. She herself is a strong character, knowing how to talk and act on her own. One surprising point of how this MC is written, was also the inclusion of her mother. That took a really dark turn, but it compliments the story so well and gives it just even more depth.
Then, the inclusion of OC’s, they add up greatly with the already established cast. Also an obvious pick, but Ricward, especially in the latest chapter, is written so fitting for the story and gives a great contrast, to how most characters are portrayed (rather hectic and dramatic, while he is more on the calm and thoughtful side). He has his own charms and is a memorable character.
+ The Humor:
Most of the humor bases on sarcasm, tied to cursing, at least that’s the impression I got. And this humor is simply the best humor, in my opinion. It entertains me a lot, since it’s exactly my kind of humor. It’s apparent in scenes where it’s fitting for it to be. It loosens up the otherwise tight plot and scenes and shows off another side of the story. Again I have to say, it gives it a certain sense of “reality”. And a little breath from all the stress which is otherwise omnipresent. It gives the reader a short break to be ready for the next big thing.
+ The approach on the topic of Sexuality in the story:
I wish to be especially honest with this one, I myself am not that interested in the sexual part of the story, sex is simply not not my thing. And that’s why I think I might be over interpreting with this one. I guess the scenes were planned to pleasure the reader, while I myself have a more observing and analyzing look on those scenes. So my observations thus far are, that the story element of how sexuality is portrait, tries to teach something by comparing the very beginning to where we are right now:
At first the rough sex, i’d already call it rape, is presented as a simple and daily thing demons do: Not caring for the other part during it and just using the other person for their own pleasures, not even caring of the person gave their consent. It’s portrait as: How things are in hell. And exactly that motive is still present later on again in the story (the whole arc with Dante so far). But it also shows the development Saeran goes through. He is still a perverted demon to this point, but he started caring for MC while they were having Sex and not only fucks around for fun anymore. It’s a strong point, that you made clear, that he can only fuck her, if she really gives her consent, personally I think that’s one of the most important aspects of it.
Where it really showed, that sex became something more meaningful to him, was the scene, where he showed MC how to masturbate correctly. Present in the same story arc, as the other extreme with Dante and even Saerans thoughts on what Dante was doing to that demon woman. A direct comparing of those two extremes presented in a way that it has a huge impact on the reader. Hands down, that writing deserves a round of applause.
+ The fluff:
Contrasting to the sexual part, I enjoy and love the rather fluffy and lovely parts of the fanfiction. It’s not a silly, corny romance how it’s presented in the media all over, that makes us the viewer feel rather awkward watching. No, this one has spice. That makes it really unique, it keeps the rough features, which are mostly presented in the sex scenes, but tones them down, that it becomes adorable without being cheesy or embarrassing. In my opinion it’s the perfect way to show a romance in that setting. But I in general really dig this kind of stuff, so this one really reflects my own opinion on it.
+ The scenery:
From the castle in hell, to the setting on earth and especially the clothes they wear. It’s simply my aesthetics. I mentioned it already, when I stated my opinion to the story idea, but I am really amazed by the whole setting. The fanfic gives me a clear image in my head on how everything looks. I know this is more on the interpreting side of things, but what’s established in the story as locations and surroundings is stunning and amazed me to no end. One particular thing I kept in mind as stunningly beautiful – which I might gonna draw fanart of: Mc’s midnight blue dress. Which sadly only survived half a chapter, before Saeran decided to stRip it off her.
Now in the very end, I have a few questions left, I’d like to ask.
Starting with a strange one:
How many pages is the fanfic so far?
I want it for my own comparison, since I mentioned in the very beginning, I am not really someone who reads that much.
Then the next question:
How many more chapters did u plan for the future? If you can’t answer that, maybe a rough calculation or a percentage, on how much u wrote so far?
And my last question, which is also personal interest, to review your writing a little bit more for myself:
Did you plan everything till now out from the very beginning? And what are things you added later on? Like a quick idea, inspiration of some sort, you only thought off during writing?
Tied to that: Did you plan on making this such a long fanfiction from the beginning on? Or did the plot and everything around it just developed on and on and on? My guess if that would be the case, it’s because of the good feedback of your readers.
That’s all from me, for now. I can say, I am exited to read more, I look forwards to every update. I am glad I got hooked up with this fanfiction. And if I get to it, I’ll draw some fanart to it. I already made a little sketch inspired by it. But so far, pls keep writing. U are an amazing writer. And thanks a lot for reading all of this.
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Reply is under the cut ^^ <3
OH Wow!!! I’m in awe at how much you’ve reviewed!!! I’ll be honest, I was a bit nervous about what you would say ^^;;. I know you didn’t write the negative (which I appreciate it!!) but I hope the positive outweighed it!! This review means a lot to me!!! One of the negatives I could maybe guess though, is the “______” I put in my writing since it has come up before. If that’s one of them, the reason I do is because MC or Y/N is cringy to me and I absolutely loathe using it. >_<
I actually only started writing fanfiction January of last year so it hasn’t been too long for me. I’ve tried to write like someone is watching a movie, I watch scenes in my head and try to portray them into words. I’m not expert and I know I need improvement with sentence structure and editing, which I’ve actually thought about going back to school for because I would like some day to get published.
How many pages is the fanfic so far?  I didn’t start putting the chapters on the same word document until chapter 31. But chapter 31-50 are 48 pages on Word. There is 70,423 total words currently in the fic.
How many more chapters did u plan for the future?  At it stands I think Satisfy only has about 10 chapters left, depending on how I get to the main plot points. But I’ve already been bouncing ideas off my friends for a sequel because of the ending I have planned.
Did you plan on making this such a long fanfiction from the beginning on? I’m going to answer this one first because I NEVER thought that this fic would grow to what it has! I’m still humbled on how many people enjoy and love it. I thought that it would be a WIP that I would abandon because readers would absolutely hate it! When I started to get so much positive feedback and interest I was getting I had the urge to continue.
Did you plan everything till now out from the very beginning? I did not. I had a few things planned at the beginning and sometimes I just let my mind wander and my fingers follow just to see what I would come up with. An example is Ricward. I had planned to have him in one or two chapters, and having his appearance at a minimum. As I was writing him though, I wanted him to show up more and more for the calm balance he brought. I have a backstory for him but haven’t shared it yet because it could be a spoiler on who exactly he really is. 
Zophiel is another one. I haven’t decided yet if he will show up again right now but he will be in the sequel and will find out more about him. As I’m writing the final chapters he may very well show up if I feel he needs to make an entrance to help tie the story together. I didn’t want to have the typical everyone in the RFA and wanted to give the story some things extra, which brought out the OCs, it also allowed me to be more creative. 
All the ideas I’ve had before writing aren’t set in stone because they could always change once I sit down and actually start writing. Getting from idea A to idea B could end up changing what I want to happen in plot point B (if that makes sense ^^;;) 
At the beginning I didn’t plan on having other demons or torture and ended up researching both for hours trying to give some accuracy to my writing. With the scene being in Hell I thought that torture would be a good touch. I also wanted to get practice in writing different scenes for any future fanfictions I may write.
Thank you again for this review and putting in the time to write it lovely!! I would also LOVE to see some fanart. I fangirl all the time when I see fanarts!! To inspire anyone to want to draw something is such an amazing feeling!!! 
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I put down a project I was writing a while back, and I wanna pick it back up but I don't feel that I'm as immersed in the world as I was and I don't know where to restart. Do you have any tips?
Shit due to mobile’s updated layout I had no idea I had asks and only just now figured out how to find themUhh idk? The way I work is…not very proactive unless I get really fixated on a project. I’ll reread my WIPs (many. God there’s so many) and sometimes I’ll get the urge to work on it more (or, completely rewrite it because I like the idea and the plot but /hate the writing and the dialogue and everything else/ *looks directly at a certain wip* and other times other times it doesn’t spark me but will later. I am a big fan of letting shit incubate in the back of my mind, even if that means almost every little thing that happens irl around me reminds me of bits I want to include or give me random inspiration for where I want it to go. (Of course I do this for several fics at once, some of them not even mine I just fixate on shit I read, because I cannot pull my head entirely out of fiction. Shoutout to fanfic as a coping mechanism, tbh)Also I write…….most fic on my phone. When I say most I mean basically all of it, save my nuzlocke and this one other thing that I need to rewrite half of it anyway. I just use the Pages app and autocorrect is a blessing and a curse and apparently I’m really, oddly fast at typing on a phone, and I mostly write while in bed. So. Before sleep (I’ve literally dreamed things further ahead in my fic than I’ve actually planned, it was weird but super helpful thanks brain), when I wake up but don’t wanna leave my bed bc That Depression, etc. Big fan of staying in bed. If I wasn’t so preoccupied with this one thing that people are cheerleading me to actually finish, then I would force myself to think about my Pokémon red storylocke and /finally/ get going on that. I have like the first chapter completely outlined in my brain and going much further than that, detail wise, is too much before I actually get shit typed out. Also, at least for my nuzlocke, not nearly as much for any other stories, I find it helps to incubate ideas to just draw your characters. Scenes you have in mind, especially ones that you have planned but don’t know how to get to yet because it forces you to think about “well damn how did he get up this mountain?” “If she fought that other thing just a bit ago, then should she really be fighting here?” “How is my character feeling during this scene?” It really helped me figure out my character’s motives and feelings for the bit in my nuzlocke where my first mon dies and my protag kind of falls apart a lot and makes bad decisions. Then again, I’m that kind of person who just immerses themselves in their creative works, be it writing or drawing. Like shoutout to that one time I said “I’ll just do a sketch” and then seven straight hours later realized the sun has set and it is decidedly no longer a sketch lol. Or fake dating fic. Four days on my phone while massively disassociating= 25k of fic, somehow. It really can’t be healthy to do that too much but whatever it’s like a daydream but you control it (mostly). Tldr; I say reread what you have, send it to a friend so they can cheerlead you/help bounce ideas around which helps so much with keeping that momentum, force yourself to think about it while doing other things. What first interested you enough to write it? What are you exploring? Sometimes I’ll see people in public that remind me of my characters/the characters I’m stealing for fic purposes and just watch them and imagine what that character would be thinking in that situation, what they’re feeling where they’re going etc. …it’s probably kind of creepy to peoplewatch that way, now that I think about it >.>(;Idk if I, Terra “finished to wip ration of about 1:15 and about ten AUs at any given time” of Kaleran, am the best person to ask, but I hope I helped anyway? Falling back in love with an idea is hard and I feel you and also motivation is a fickle thing and sometimes you really gotta fight it if you’re determined to get something done (unlike me with my Spanish homework…). U can do it! Do the write!
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sueboohscorner · 7 years
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#iZombie Season Three Episode Five “Spanking the Zombie”
Major is on a hard-core combat training mission and bullets are flying everywhere. He sexy jumps from building to building until getting stabbed 35 times. But he’s a zombie so he’s fine…
Ravi and Liv are at the lab discussing what we found out last week that the serum did not work on Blaine so soon major will have to take the cure and forget everything.
Clive has a case from two weeks ago….Roxanne a domanatrix hence, Liv is reluctant to eat her brains. But she cooks it up nice anyway.
Clive and Liv investigate the crime scene at Roxanne’s lair and Liv gets friendly with her whips. She tries to get Clive to play along but he’s not havin’ it. They hit the motherload when they find a camera in the room but the memory card is missing. Clive thinks maybe the killer learned his session was being taped got mad and strangled the victim. No Clive, that would be way to simple for this show!
Liv finds a leather mask and suddenly-VISION!
She gets a good look at the last man who wore the leather mask and what he looks like without it. Apparently, it’s DA Baracus, the zombie running for mayor of Seattle that we found out about a few episodes ago but haven’t heard much about since. Seems even zombie politicians are into the freaky stuff!
Not only that, whatever Ravi soaked the brains of Roxanne it made Liv’s vision stronger and longer. Vision Viagra!
Back at zombie army training, Major is feeling the pain. Fortunately, Ravi has supplied him with the cure to take if things get bad. I will admit it would be interesting to see Major lose his memory the way Blaine did. Or did he?
Clive and Liv are on the hunt to talk to find Baracus and they spot him at his favorite diner.
“The man of the people when he’s no spread eagle on a bondage bed wearing a gimp suit.” -Liv
Liv explains to Clive that the Viagra Vision juice kept her up all night with visions so she is chock full of information on this case. Baracus spills hot sauce on Liv’s boot and she tells him to lick it up. This little scene makes Baracus decide to take their meeting to the back room. He does look like he wants to a little.
Since he is a zombie, Liv doesn’t have to explain how she knows things. She can simply tell him she ate her brain and saw him at the scene. He has an alibi so they move on.
Liv had so many visions she’s keeping the sketch artist quite busy!
“Be a good little sketch bitch and pick up that pad!” -Liv.
While the “sketch bitch” stops for a snack Liv gets yet another vision. They bring the good old Johnny the weatherman, now anchorman, in for questioning! I love him! He too, has an alibi so moving on again…
Clive’s colleague tells him to stay away from the Wally murder case, personal connection or not! Clive realizes they cannot question Harley from the gun range anymore but he does have an idea to get him to talk to their now connections at Fillmore Graves.
Off to FG where Vivian has Liv tell the story of Wally’s murder and Harley’s connection, especially how he likes to preach zombie hate on the internet. She starts to tell her plan and we finally get a look at one of Liv’s long vision just from the people watching her.
Back to the sketch artist…
Where she sees a lawyer in the hallway which prompts another vision of said lawyer getting punished by Roxanne. Lucky for us Veronica Mars fans it’s Ken Marino! She runs after him to get his alibi. Since his alibi seems good, Liv gets bossy with him and they show him all the sketches of clients from Liv’s vision. He mentions a peeping tom giving Roxanne a hard time and is able to pick him out. Good job Vinnie! Or whatever your name is on this show.
We head to Blaine’s dad’s new zombie bar where things seem to be close to being in business. Blaine’s old lackey, baldy (have to call him that don’t remember his name), takes a trip down drug dealing memory lane with a local dealer sliggin’ the U. Baldy brings him back to the bar to party and to of course ask him, “You wanna be a zombie? It’s rad!”
Back at the station, Liv is bored so Johnny shows up to shake things up. Double whammy! Johnny and Vinnie, okay his name is Brandt, the defense attorney have teamed up. Well he arrives as Johnny’s lawyer. Johnny has information. He had been being blackmailed by someone who had video of him and Roxanne’s sessions. They planned to release the tapes unless he paid them 10 grand. He paid but now they want more. This puts Clive in a situation to catch the blackmailer.
Back at FG, Harley the zombie hater arrives for a meeting. Vivian has brought him in under the guise he is receiving a settlement for his brother’s death a Max Rager.  They pepper him with questions about his knowledge of zombies. While he spews his information, and spreads his zombie hate, FG men in berets (I don’t know why but it looks cool) install surveillance equipment in his truck. Now with eyes and ears on his truck they can find out exactly how much he knows and what he plans to do. (Also, if he killed Wally’s family). One important thing they do discover is that Harley knows the Chaos Killer victims are zombies and they need protection.
Meanwhile…at the Johnny blackmail drop, Johnny, Liv and Ravi play their parts. They easily apprehend the suspect and bring him in. Liv begs to interrogate him and Clive has his doubts on her intimidation skills. He forgot she was on dom brains I guess! She easily pulls a confession from the guy.
Back at zombie army training, Major is still looking worse for the wear. But good news for some of us, he does seem to take his shirt off often! He chats with his fellow trainee about a freezer full of heads he saw back at the base. The guy explains that they all have to eat and there aren’t often enough brains to go around. Suddenly, Major gets violently ill but he makes it back to the lab.
Ravi insists on giving him the cure. Liv argues if they give it to him the wounds he received in battle will kill him. Liv puts on her doctor hat immediately and starts treating his stab wounds with hopes to buy some time for his wounds to heal.
Back at the zombie bar aka, The Scratching Post, things are getting lively at the grand opening complete with specialty brains from Bangladesh.
Liv and Ravi keeps vigil by Major’s side until Liv sends Ravi to bed. He wakes up and she has to give him the bad news, the memory serum didn’t work on Blaine. I don’t know if I actually believe that but okay.
“Once I’m new me, will you remind me of what we meant to each other?” -Major to Liv.
Here come the waterworks…they reminiscence as I cry. They make love one last time…I cry.
Morning arrives and Ravi goes in with the syringe and explains what is going to occur. That’s all of the old Major.
Episode grade: 10-One of the best I have ever seen!
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