#writing fanfiction is like screaming into a void

[transmascskywalker]

i finally have an idea for a story. an ORIGINAL STORY. universe etc. with new characters and everything and i have to go to work. my brain is wasted in front of a grill curse you capitalism

#sometimes i’m like ‘boohoo i’m not creative or good at writing i can’t even write non fanfiction’ And i get EPIPHANY #IN THE MIDDLE OF THE WORK WEEEK #casper screams into the void

[idkwhatimdoingbutslay]

Publicly, AO3 is down and I should be writing my next chapter for hunting prize but… I’ll do that later.

Instead, gonna randomly generate words then write snippets for them :)

And the word is…… drum roll please 🥁🥁🥁🥁

The sun. An unrelenting force that was cursed when out and cursed when hidden.

A force Vi wasn’t all that used to considering… well, come on.

And a force Caitlyn loved and a force that loved Caitlyn right back. Making her eyes shine like diamonds and her skin tan so impossibly beautifully.

“Vi, you would adore the beach! We can sunbathe and play in the water and eat all the ice cream we want without being judged. Sand texture can be a bit odd if that’s your aversion, but nothing a solid shoe can’t fix! And as much as I think you being pale as a ghost is just wonderful, your freckles are beginning to fade.”

Caitlyn stands in her bathroom, in front of the massive mirror and its warm and bright surrounding lights in a purple bikini top that Vi’s actively forcing herself not to stare at, a pair of dark blue jean shorts and a cardigan in the same colour.

Vi watches Caitlyn tie her hair up from her bed, resting her chin on her arm as Caitlyn delicately brushes her hair before running her hands through it, getting each strand ready for the purple scrunchie around her wrist.

They catch each other’s gazes in the mirror. Caitlyn smiles, but Vi looks away, not wanting to risk folding at the sight of her.

“Cupcake, I swear to you that suntanning is not a thing to me. We come from a loooong line of vampires who burn at the crisp from just one beam of that thing. My parents hardly knew what the sun was, too busy sucking blood and running from Topside’s crazy amounts of garlic.”

“You’re so ridiculous. A little blush doesn’t hurt anyone,” Caitlyn chuckles, twisting and wrapping the hair tie one last time before her ponytail sits perfectly at the top of her head. “I’ve seen you on the sun many-a-time and you turn out just fine. I could always help you apply sunscreen every other minute if that’s what is required to get you outside.”

Obviously Caitlyn wouldn’t mind running a soft cream all over Vi’s naked back, finally allowing herself to memorize every stroke of dark ink that adorns it.

And of course Caitlyn also wouldn’t mind seeing Vi in swimming trunks and a top that would undoubtedly show off the abdomen she spends so much time working on.

Because Caitlyn appreciates her friend and is willing to take care of her every need if she just asked.

“Plus, we are going to be playing volleyball and I need my favourite hitter there with me. Don’t you want to spike a ball right into Jayce’s face?”

Vi can’t help but hum. Pretty intriguing argument if you ask her.

“Well, I guess I wouldn’t mind that.”

As Caitlyn finishes pulling loose strands out of her updo, allowing them to frame her face before she turns around with impossibly pleasing eyes.

Vi’s strong. She always has been and she always will be.

But Caitlyn… there was just something about her.

She steps forward, crossing the room and standing high above Vi as she doesn’t move, worried her predator can sense fear; still becoming increasingly more queasy as Caitlyn stares, whispering a kind please under her breath, fully armed with the amazing offence of disastrous puppy eyes with a stern insistence hidden in that bright blue.

Vi groans, rolling her eyes as she peels herself off of Caitlyn’s bed, her victor’s growing smile taunting her for her weakness.

#ummmm procrastination is a drug sorry #caitvi fanfiction #caitvi #arcane #vi arcane #vi #caitlyn kiramman #caitlyn arcane #caitlyn #violyn #piltover’s finest #piltover's gayest #Vicait #slay writes #I think I might do more of these today just for funsies #these are most likely going to be corny so beware of that #um if you wanna do this too you should the shortage as people screaming and crying into the void

[allylikethecat]

Back in chapter five of Everything Will Be Okay, someone commented that Jake, being from Texas, would have chosen Whataburger over Chick Fil A for his fast food chicken nugget / tender needs. I had a reason as to why i picked CFA over Whataburger for them to stop at, but wasn’t sure how to fit that back story in yet. Well guess what, as I work on chapter thirty five (!!!) I FINALLY have found a place to work in my own person head cannon as to why Jake is violently opposed to Whataburger and I’m so happy. I’ve been trying to fit this in since JUNE and it looks like it’s going to get to fit and stay!!

#allylikethecat #fanfic #fanfiction #hangster #top gun maverick #ally's thoughts #everything will be okay #i feel like im starting to use this tumblr to scream about my fic writing process #and also just like announce my feelings to the void #i hope that’s okay

[cinnamoninnit]

help i forgor how to write fluff

im only gonna post angst for so long jesus christ spare yourself the pain by just giving me your hearts right now

#writeblr #writing #fanfiction #fanfic #ao3 #archive of our own #angst #me being an emo angsty edgelord #andy screaming into the void like a loser

[whydoistilllikethehost]

Calling Host Fic Writers

Would anybody want to do one of those cute fanfic prompt weeks? I could get it together in a squeeze and it’s way more fun to do as a unit of three people

#the host #smeyer’s the host #fanfiction #fanfic challenge #like. I know I’m mostly screaming into the void #(and I love all of you who are there in the void with me!!!) #but I just have really been wanting to read/write some good Host content

[bingbong21]

Me grappling with the fact Buddy Daddies may push me to write a SamaIchi fic: 

#hypnosis mic #samaichi #ヒプノシスマイク #ヒプマイク #writing #fanfiction #this is not me being upset at writing for it btw #this is me being upset my brain produces ideas like a fucking rabbit #maybe if i scream enough fic ideas into the void #the void will answer back

[thetimetravellercat]

Aaand chapter 2 is up! Yep, I'm sticking with this Twilight fanfiction, still mostly no regrets, I'm having a good time!

Anyway, to whom it may concern: enjoy o/

Fic summary:

Twilight universe but almost everyone is queer. That's mostly it.

Lots of feelings, lots of emotions, lots of growth and people finding each other and themselves.

Once upon a time, Bella used to live in Arizona with her mother and her stepfather, but sooner than she thought she would, she finds herself headed to Forks, actually desperate to get there.

What she doesn't know yet is that she will come to cherish her life in Forks more than she ever did her life in Arizona. She will find love (as will many other people), friendship and family.

#Twilight #THIS IS VERY PROBABLY NOT CANON COMPLIANT #you've been warned don't come at me #fanfiction #fanfic #my writing #ao3 #yes there are still people writing twilight fanfiction in 2023 and I've just happily joined them #the main relationships are going to be: #bella/alice #carlisle/charlie #and actually polycule carlisle/charlie/esme #edward/jacob #also #last time i got absolutely 0 likes and 0 reblogs #so this is mostly me screaming into the void #and it's mostly for the posterity of my dash

[mz-elysium]

heyy, do you like Destiny lore and wish the story was better preserved and written while we suffer some of the worst pvp balancing in modern gaming?

do i got the fic series for you.

4th wall eye-winking refs. deep friendship. burgeoning love. tragedy. War Never Changes. sprawling ensemble cast. complicated ocs. 90% canon compliant.

this is my love-letter to a game I’ve played wayyy too long and too much. 

Instead of “The Guardian” it’s “The Clan” (Architects, bc memes), made of 4 (for now) Lightbearers.

Q // Human Gunslinger // A newly forged Guardian, drowning in the blood of war, and crutching on his dwindling humanity.

Cerys // Awoken Voidwalker // A dutiful Praxic who, in her short decades, has already slain Crota and won accolades in the Crucible and strikes.

Leo-3 // Exo Striker // A storied war veteran, whose glory always seems to belong to someone else.

Ember // Human Sunbreaker // The spiteful last remains of the shattered order of mercenaries.

I’ve salvaged what I can from D1 and am currently posting Red War’s campaign (pre-written!) and cruising on thru the Leviathan raid and Y1 content.

#fanfiction #destiny 2 #oc #ao3 #shameless self promo #i might be drinking and feeling like screaming into the void about my writing again bc i suck at advertising

[redhairedgirl95]

I currently have five fics in my drafts, another one in progress, one all ready in my mind.

All are Brella.

#am I a madwoman? #help #or not #I kinda like this situation #oh and also asks to answer #sorry loves #I’ll get back to them as soon as I can #giulia speaks #screaming into the void just because #writing fanfiction as a coping mechanism against life? i guess

[paranormalplanet]

you know you're serious about a fic when you pull open google maps, start doing math, and have over 300 words of just "bare-bones" outline and not actually started on the chapters

#also i color coded the plot #i need to work on my wips #adhd strikes again #its a gravity falls fic btw #fanfic #fanfiction #writing #ao3 author #writer things #i need a beta reader but this is pure sin oops #normally my beta reader is my epic mom but she is not going to read this ever LMAO #i write but at what cost #why am i even posting this #i scream into the void #will it scream back? #also i just realized calling it sin makes it sound like smut? #it's not lmao #just... questionable shipping choices to say the least #i tag too much oops

[hexiewrites]

man, posting WIPs can be so demoralizing like.

i have more subscribers than i have kudos and like i GET IT, not everyone wants to read a wip, not everyone wants to trust that something will get finished (especially from an author with two abandonedish fics on their profile) but like. it's hard to post a chapter and only get a couple comments (shout out to my commenters I'm obsessed with all of you!!) and watch the subscription number go up but not anything else like!

please! i promise this one is gonna be finished! I'm writing the very last scene as we speak! just give me a lil kudos! a lil comment! as a treat! anything!

#screaming into the void #fanfiction #writing life #sorry #not to complain on main #i seriously am awed all the time that people like my stories enough just to kudos or comment! #but some days its like #i just want! a tiny bit of interaction! #i want to talk to you! #lets be friends! #this is why i make such a point of reading and commenting on wips #does it suck when they get abandoned? YEAH! #but the authors need us!

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

Just had the wild realisation that I can write whatever I want here. This is a thing that I am allowed to do. I can scream into the void. I don't have to tag my posts. Grammar is a social construct. It doesn't matter who's listening. The people I love and who love me will talk to me posts or no posts. Someone's going to read this and smile. Even if it's just me.

I can watch only the finales of shows to see their happy endings. I can eat cornflakes in the afternoon. I can go into bookstores just to creepily stare at the hardcovers of Victorian literature. I can write meticulous notes for subjects I'm not studying, and highlight it to Pinterest perfection. I can tell people I want to bite them out of sheer love. I can write long emails to my friends about weird slippers that remind me of them.

I can tell you that it's been a hot year, the hottest one to date, and that April hasn't seen a single drop of rain fall onto the earth. But it's hanging in the air, making it heavy with moisture and that relentless, relentless heat. It's muggy and the swamp theme I chose for my bullet journal couldn't be more appropriate. I can tell you how I keep singing that song in my head, Corner Of My Sky, the one whose music video has Michael Sheen wrangling with an occult toaster. "The rain, the rain, the rain, thank god the rain."

I can tell you anything I like. I can tell you that I'm afraid of being forgotten, that I've always longed to be famous, that I have a hard time not caring about every single little thing. I can tell you that I'm ace and I'm afraid that no one will ever love me the way I need them too, even if I love them the way that they need me to. I can tell you the nightmares have gotten better, but they're still there, they don't seem to want to leave me. I can tell you that I'm so much more ill and broken than I dare think about. Because I am afraid that if I start thinking about it, I shan't stop, and then it will become everything. And I don't want it to be everything. I can tell you that. I can tell you that I have beautiful memories, too, not just the fear and the loss and the anger.

I can tell you that I'm a performer, an entertainer, and I love making people laugh. I'm more comfortable on stage, where people are already listening, than trying to go up and make conversation to groups of strangers. I can tell you how wonderful it feels to have been able to speak to so many people all around the world, to have them know me, to listen to me, and to listen to them in turn. I can tell you that I don't know where to draw the line sometimes, I'm never entirely sure when I'm joking, and the act easily becomes a second skin. I can tell you all of that.

I can tell you all the things that I used to tell myself in letters sealed in envelopes addressed to Future Me. And it won't matter, and it does matter, and it's all so fucking absurd. It doesn't make any sense at all. Does it? I don't know. I can tell you that I don't know very much at all. Knock knock. Who's there? No one. No one who? No one who matters. Knock knock. I haven't been able to walk around for a month. This room is an oven and I'm being slow-cooked, broiled into a little Asmi pie. I read fanfiction yesterday after a long while. That was nice. I think it's really cool that you all know me. You do know me. Sometimes better than I know myself. I can tell you that.

I can tell you the truth. I can tell you I love you. And that to be seen and to be known is a gift that I will always be grateful for. I can tell you that you don't have to listen. But if you do, then hi! Nothing makes sense. Let's sit in the nonsense for a while. I have biscuits. Would you like one? I'm very human. It's one of the things that gets me so easily hurt. Maybe it happens to you too. I can tell you that my plant Crowley is surviving, unlike the others did. I can tell you that maybe you and I are, too.

It's 8:02 in the morning. I might just eat breakfast now. It does seem like the thing to do. How weird and wonderful that is.

#unravelling rambles

[thyfggfy]

I had contemplated doing this post for awhile , because quite frankly I wasn't sure what I was trying to accomplish and even now I am not sure what my goal is. I just know that I don't want to scream into the void . I want to be heard.

Some of you might be aware of one of the most recent tw confession blogs . In one of their more recent posts a very interesting discussion occurred.

One of my mutuals pointed out a collection of fics that are labelled as "101 ways to kill Scott McCall". At first I didn't even notice this , because idk. Maybe I just glazed over it , however when more people began interacting with the publication I SAW IT and I just had to check for myself .

One of said fics is called "Kill-a-Character Bingo - Scott McCall" which is a fanfiction of 26 chapters in which Scott is killed in various grotesque and humiliating ways.This is one of the chapters:

Outside of feeling gross , disillusioned and honestly sick to my stomach , I was also beyond perplexed . It is one thing to dislike a character . To be so annoyed by them that you just want them gone by any means necessary . I can even understand killing them in your own fic as a "treat" . I can't say I am on board with that , but still I can put myself in your shoes...sort of. Writing a fanfiction in which your main focus is a character you loathe , on the other hand, is ...confusing to say the least.

I can already hear some of you saying "It is not like I wrote this" and you are right , but what about the people supporting it .

115+ people apparently consider this good , entertaining . Gave the "author" their silent encouragement to keep going .

To be fair this fic is from the end of 2023 so the kudos are not that much so let's look at their most recent work with the "Dead Scott McCall" tag -"Compare" which was written at the beginning of February 2024

Over 100 kudos in the span of 3 months . Not too shabby for ao3.How much is too much ? How much longer can you use the "just a few rotten apples" argument?

If you are wondering how Scott's life ends in this story , one of the readers was more than happy to inform us.

I am going to avoid name-calling ,okay. I know that realistically not all of you are like this (thank god). I just want to ask. Do you think this is healthy? Do you think that is a fulfilling way for someone to spend their free time? Are you going to be comfortable being near this person and their fans knowing this is one of their "hobbies"? I don't know about you , but I would definitely be keeping my distance.

Again, I have no clue what is the point of this . I don't want you to attack the user . They would most likely just double down on doing what they know best . Maybe some of you would understand why people from my side of the fandom are so willing to accuse you of certain things instead of getting butthurt . Though that is most likely also asking for too much.

#sterek #steter #peter hale #derek hale #stiles stilinski #it just sucks man #you go on the internet #to decompress and distance yourself from the stressors in your life by engaging with your favorite shows #and then you force yourself to confront the fact that some people consider writing/reading horrible #repulsing scenarios for one of your comfort characters as fun #I guess I am a masochist cuz now I am poking where I know I will find trouble #sigh #I am shutting up now #otherwise I won't stop. I will deal with the conseqences later #scott mccall #get behind me #scott mccall defense squad #pro scott mccall #also I won't hide the profiles #I don't think they deserve that dignity

[lets-try-some-writing]

I've been meaning to write up something like this for a while, but I didn't have the confidence to do so for fear of sounding selfish and or ungrateful. So before I begin, let me say this now. I appreciate every single one of you lovely people who have taken the time to read, like, reblog, or comment on my work. It has been a joy to see my efforts appreciated and I adore the fact that my work has given others such inspiration and entertainment.

Now with that said, I will be taking a step back from Tumblr for the time being.

I will still pop by and reblog things and perhaps write things over the weekends if I feel like it, but beyond that I intend to try and hang back for a while. I will post things that I've been working on and keep updating my favorite AUs as I feel the motivation, but I won't be involving myself with requests as much. The reason why I am doing this is partially because my life is about to get rather hectic, but also because I've found myself feeling underappreciated here. I love to write, but writing has become both a coping mechanism and my work all at once. I want to make something that will inspire and let me know that it has inspired. I spend all day studying and writing helps me calm down after a long day. It's a comfort, one that I felt like sharing the bounty of.

But after being here for almost... two years now? I suppose I am just a tad upset. I put an extraordinary amount of effort and time into my work, and I hate to see the things I put so much passion and love into get glanced over and ignored. Writing has consumed me in a way, and as much as I love it, unless I am going to earn something from my efforts here, I am finding it hard to keep going. The things I really want to write more for are not seen, and my notes show that things I found very little joy writing are the things that get the most interaction. This isn't to say that I am not grateful for those of you that have looked over what I make, but I feel as though I am screaming into the void most days I post here. My work dies in its cradle because Tumblr itself doesn't seem to promote reblogging fanfiction.

I get more interaction with one chapter over on Ao3 than I do over here for over twenty posts. I find more fulfillment with one well meaning comment there because at least I know that my work will be saved and it will be found by others one day. Here though? Things vanish into the ether as quickly as they came into being. So yeah, this is my little vent post. I am going to take a little break and step back as much as I feel the need to. The desire to please isn't healthy for me.

Thank you for reading this, please stay safe and hydrated. My inspiration be with you in your craft.

#lets try some writing mumbles #vent post

[myfandomrealitea]

I cannot stress this enough:

BUILDING COMMUNITY AND ENGAGEMENT ON TUMBLR IS A TWO-WAY STREET.

Stuck for ideas? Try:

Send asks. It could be anything, even something super basic. Tell someone you like their blog theme or ask them what they think a character's favorite color is. Ask them if they have a secret hobby. Tell them you had an absolute banger of a slice of toast for breakfast. Literally anything. Give them something to talk to you about. You might even make a friend!!

Draw silly little doodles for your favorite piece of fanfic. Literally cannot stress this enough; even stick men art can be adorable and/or hilarious. And I guarantee you it'll make the author's day. A two minute sketch on the notepad app of your phone could genuinely be the reason someone updates their fic, or writes another one.

Write silly little drabbles for your favorite fanart. I used to love this back when I made fanart on my old Tumblr blog. People would reblog it with a silly little 100 word drabble based on the art and I. Would. Swoon. My thing made someone else make a thing!! Amazing!!

Make rec lists. It could be for fanfiction, themed blogs to follow, recipes, movies, anything. Ask people to share theirs. Ask people to give their opinions if they try out something from your list. You wouldn't believe how many of my fanfic bookmarks have come from seeing the blogs I follow recommend something. Because we have the same interests!! Because its even quicker than me scouring hundreds of tags on AO3!!

If someone posts writing or art, ask them questions!! Humans love to be asked things. Especially about things we have made. Ask them what inspired them to make the thing. How long it took them. If they have a favorite thing about it.

Tumblr's engagement and activity levels are not dying because of the website. They're dying because of us. If we're just sat existing in a sad, isolated little bubble, of course we're going to move on to somewhere where we get actual engagement. Where there are other people in the bubble.

We've become so obsessed with an entitlement to receiving and consuming while never actually giving anything back, and that has to die.

"Oh but there's no community for what I like on here."

Make. One.

Tell people about the thing you like. Get them interested. Engage with them about it. Give them a sounding board to share their thoughts and ask questions and create content to enjoy and consume. Make it a discussion and give them something to get involved in.

Find that one other tiny blog screaming into the void about it and scream together!! That's how this website works!!

#sephiroth speaks #myfandomrealitea #fandom #not discourse #tumblr #fandoms #tumblr fandoms #engagement #community #reblogs #reblogging

[taeiris]

okay guys here’s my crazy unsupported st5 theory that is mostly just me projecting my need for madwheeler bonding and drama and angst also byler duh

disclaimers: i never make theories so this is extremely messy probably, i know jack dookie abt writing shows i think of this as my own little version of what i would think would be very cool to happen, if this has loop holes dont ask me anything bc idk either

OKAY LETS GET ON IT

so first things first here is what i am taking into consideration for the theory to happen:

• mike pov, self reflection and introspection (he is gay and in love with will byers okay)

• madwheeler bonding, theyre both complex n misunderstood

• the upside down isnt just one dimension, i came up with this bc of how different the ud looks now

compared to when henry arrived.

to me theres like an umbrella dimension (yellow one) and others under it (blue one/hawkins ud, the void, etc)

this is also lowkey supported by the silly boobie diagram the writers posted abt

OKAY PREPARE FOR THE WORD VOMIT

in this silly theory of mine, a new dimension variant of the ud will be revealed in season 5, serving as a parallel to the void. this is where max is

OKAY another thing is this is also heavily based on those “leaks” that were going around twitter (for me at least) earlier when the strike first started. i remember a few of them claiming that we would get a deeper insight into mike and his own things, so this is my interpretation

this would serve as another vanishing, not really bc its shorter, but this time mike will be getting stuck in this other dimension, eventually finding max BOOM madwheeler serve

i mean look at them. the potential is insane

ANYWAYS

this dimension is like a combo of all the other ones, picture it like the hawkins ud, with the void’s wet floor maybe

lets go back to the fact max is here, this is her coma nightmare, its like this purgatory dimension vecna put her soul in

in this dimension inhabit your ghosts

this overwhelming, haunting, tormenting realm in your mind where you are constantly confronting all your bad memories, maybe this is kind of how vecna keeps max under his grasp, no happy memories allowed

okay so, mike gets there. how? when? i dont fucking know this is honestly just word vomit fanfiction to me

at first hes confused, scared but mostly confused, picture him screaming for wills name (the parallels) at first it’s empty and eerily quiet, but as he accepts it, the ghosts start coming in.

he gets BOMBARDED with these bad memories, some of them he cant even remember because come on, bro is always neglecting his internalized feelings/monologue in fear of what they say about him

this is where we get his pov on the whole will and eleven situation, amongst other things (like the way he’s constantly stressed thinking about the safety of the people he loves)

for a moment we see him break, bc these ghosts are LOUD and MANY

but it stops

max is here, she’s like “MIKE?”

“MAX?”

shes been here for a fat minute, she knows how to handle these ghosts in fact shes been going thru them one by one ever since, because shes done hiding. and she suspects that the only way to get out is by confronting them.

max saves mike from his ghosts, explains that this place is seemingly a purgatory with levels of memories and ghosts to overcome

this is how we get our madwheeler bonding we so graciously need, as they are part of eachother ghosts since theyre so similar it makes the other mad

this is how our complex misunderstood characters are broken down, explained to the audience, while also discovering the mystery that is this new dimension where at the finish line they might just figure out how to defeat vecna.

because they will

after overcoming the ghosts they find the place that vecna didnt think they would reach as he was so sure they would break and collapse on their own madness

think of it as how el found the source in season 3

or how max found vecnas lair after running away in dear billy

except this place is vecnas actual mind, they can see hear and feel what vecna is thinking, his plans and everything

mike wonders how will feels being able to feel this all the time

will feels this all the time

will is always connected to this piece of vecnas mind, to this source

he can always hear vecna

until he suddenly hears max… and mike and theyre calling for help

theyve figured out key clues on how to defeat vecna, and they have an idea on how to get out. this is how will’s connection comes in handy

mind walkie-talkie

maybe thats what this theory should be called, idk

-

so thats how we get our byler confirmation, madwheeler bonding like never before, mike focus, and the key to defeat vecna

at least in my head

i know this was messy and all over the place but it was very fun to explain and drop all my thoughts ive been vomiting on the gc for months now

let me know what you think, what you would add, if theres anything you think will support this theory?

its all just a theory, for fun! pls keep that in mind

thank you if you’ve read this far🫶

#mind walkie-talkie gate #stranger things theory #st5 #st5 theory #st5 headcanon #stranger things 5 #stranger things #will byers #mike wheeler #max mayfield #madwheeler #will and the mind flayer #byler #< target audience #taeiris word vomiting theories #mind walkie-talkie