RebelWriter99

They/Them. Friendly Fandom blog - lately All for the Game, Heated Rivalry & Star Wars but others will make appearances. Now with actual writing! (Same name on AO3)

[cumslutshane]

ilya seeking out comfort in shane<3

[frederickchiltonsdivacup]

AO3 Writer Affirmations:

I do not have to reinvent the wheel every time I write fanfiction

I do not have to make every chapter's word count above 1,000 in order for it to be good

It is okay if some things don't make sense

I can write whatever I want

I am writing this shit for free

If people don't like my stuff, they can block me. If they're being mean about it, I can block them.

The most important part of writing fanfiction is having fun

Writing fanfiction is supposed to be fun

I do not have to appeal to people

This shit is fun

I am doing this all for free, and anyone who objects can go eat wet sand and worms from the sidewalk

[gremlinnddraws]

I’m on redbubble!!

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Gremlinn_ddraws is an independent artist creating amazing designs for great products such as t-shirts, stickers, posters, and phone cases.

In case anyone didn’t know you can buy some of my artworks on redbubble!! (link above) .

I’ve been inactive on there for a while but I finally got some new prints uploaded, so go take a looksie😗

[vash-the-trans-catboy]

The problem with the current culture of ao3

Recently I’ve noticed a huge lack of interaction from readers on ao3. The ratio of hits to kudos and comments is usually sadly low. Personally I think we need to de-insta and de-TikTok how people use ao3. What I mean by de-insta/tiktok is to try to move away from the culture of being afraid to interact with a piece of media. I know especially on insta people are afraid to interact, like, and comment because they don’t want to be seen as weird or a stalker for liking all of someone’s post. Same goes for tiktok. Another thing about other social media culture that is dangerous for ao3 is being afraid to interact because now the algorithm will show all your followers what you interacted with.

With the younger generation using ao3 (and just people in general), these fears associated with other forms of social media have followed over to ao3. I think the lack of interaction on fics is incredibly draining. Not that fic writers only write for likes and attention, but it is very hard to stay motivated when you put a lot of work into a fic then get little out in return.

We need to shift the culture of ao3 back towards user interaction. Please give kudos if you like a fic. Please leave a comment, or two, or as many as you’d like. Fic writers would love so much to see that their work is being appreciated. By interacting with a fic, it shows the writer that people like their work and often gives motivation for them to write more. It is really easy to get burned out if you feel like no really appreciates your work. Also with comments, a lot of writers love interacting with their readers! Giving an opportunity for a writer to talk about their work is so important. Even if they don’t respond, I can guarantee they read all the nice comments about their work and get a lot of joy from seeing them.

Yeah so basically in summary ao3 is not your standard social media like insta and TikTok. Interacting with fics by commenting and leaving kudos means so much to fic writers and helps with motivation and feeling appreciated

[therollingstonys]

For new users:

there is no algorithm!!!

There is no “for you” page!!

AO3 is NOT a social media website it’s an archive—a library!!

When authors post there it’s because we want a safe place to store our stories—a place where our friends and fellow fans of whatever it is we’re writing about can access that story and leave comments and kudos for the author!

You can only leave one kudos (a like ♥️) but you can leave as many comments as you want—you can reread a story a dozen times over and comment every single time!

Authors LOVE comments—but please save your criticism or negativity for someone that has ASKED for it. Most authors aren’t looking for that kind of interaction with their stories, and in fact it can be quite hurtful and demoralizing to receive it, so please be kind!

On my own stories I use an emoji key to help commenters out, because I know people have anxiety about what to say:

Comments are love, but for those who don't know what to say, here's an emoji key for you!

❤ = you wish you could kudos again

😭 = I got you right in the feels

🔥 = this was so hot!

🐰 = it’s so fluffy!

If you’re worried about rambling or leaving a long comment that details every single thing you liked about the story—don’t be!! Authors LIVE for that 😍😍😍

Basically, if you’re new to Ao3 and are worried about how to interact with a story when commenting, treat the author like you would a friend—with kindness, excitement, and genuine thanks for sharing something meaningful and personal with you.

[isleofair]

Another fear I've seen at work is that of interacting with "older" stories. It is not weird to leave a comment on a fic that was posted days, weeks, or even years ago! Or on a fic that isn't an author's most recent! In fact, since many people are worried about doing that, interactions with older fics are rarer, and thus often the most precious to authors. Commenting on older stories does not make you weird: it makes you awesome.

[confett2]

when you run out of fanart to look at so you resort to drawing your own

[currysideplate]

Just making use of my free will

Inspo🖼:The Meeting on the Turret Stairs

[rozabloom]

The real question is who is more autistic Jean or Neil?

[gremlinnddraws]

My art piece for the @pb-zines Zine project

I was inspired by Frederic William Burton’s “The Meeting on the Turret Stairs”. A modern twist where after Shane leaves Ilya in his hotel room in Vegas, this is a visual portrayal of their true feelings. Ilya’s anguish not wanting to let the man he is beginning to fall for leave his embrace. Shane is fighting with his own heart, too lost in his head and embarrassment that he closes his eyes against the rejection and unsent messages on his phone.

This was a fun challenge as this was my first time taking part in a zine!

[rebelwriter99]

I may have my dates wrong, but I think Jigsaw (the song by Conan Gray) came out January 2022.

So in the Game Changers universe that’s what? Less than a year after Shane leaves Montreal?

So…I can write a fic about Shane hearing this song. That’s…possible. Plausible. Could be a thing?

[dustisus]

kevin day wrote 50% of his own wikipedia entry and all of jeremy’s

[aslongasitsblack]

​a man who has never denied himself anything meets a man who denies himself everything and the hedonist tries to lure the self-abnegator into succumbing to the pleasures of the flesh and succeeds but their rendezvous makes accidentally clear that true pleasure is derived from the perilous destructive nature of intimate connection and eventually true actual love and so we come to conclude that in fact the hedonist is the one who has never allowed himself anything true while the self-abnegator has never strayed from the path of his want and then they put them on ice skates and gave them sticks

[sailyourshipsaroundme]

"'We could only have one child,'' David said quietly. "We thought about adopting, but we decided in the end to just focus on making Shane the best person we could. I think we did an okay job of it.

Ilya smiled at the understatement.

"We couldn't be prouder of the man he's become,' David continued. "I don't have any Stanley Cup rings, but I have Shane.''

Chapter 39, The Long Game

....

It's Christmas of 1988.

There's one more present under the tree, and Yuna's eyes are dancing as she hands it to David. He opens it to find the tiniest pair of shoes he's ever seen.

"No. Really?" He's dizzy.

"Really," Yuna grins, and her eyes are shining with tears, and David loves that face more than anything. He hopes their baby looks just like her.

.....

It's a bitterly cold day in February of 1989 when David puts the shoes away. He pushes down all the anger of it's not fair, why us, why our baby. Yuna needs him.

The doctor had said you're young, you can try again.

.....

In the spring of 1990 the flowers are blooming to life and Yuna's belly is starting to look rounder. David looks around the empty bedroom in their Ottawa house and thinks green might be nice, something that works for a boy or a girl, a nice cheerful shade. Next week he'll buy the paint.

The call from the hospital comes before he gets the chance. When he looks at the doctor's scrubs he thinks green is the ugliest colour on earth.

.....

They don't talk about it. Not when the leaves are changing colour and the nurse offers them congratulations. Not at Christmas or New Year's as they turn the calendar over to 1991. It's Valentines Day before David gets the courage to touch the rounded swell of his wife's body and he cries when whoever is inside touches him back. It doesn't matter that they don't have a name or a face yet, he loves them so much it hurts.

.....

On a Friday morning in May, David holds his son for the first time. His face is scrunched and blotchy red and angry. He's the most perfect thing anyone has ever laid eyes on.

He watches Yuna sing and rock him near the nursery window at home, her face glowing. He thinks the yellow paint was definitely the right choice for their sunshine, their only sunshine.

.....

Shane is a chubby baby (they laugh themselves sick when the baby shoes don't even fit on his fat little biscuit feet) but by the time he turns two he has leaned out into a little boy, they think maybe they are ready to try again. David imagines a girl this time, introducing Shane to his baby sister. Melissa sounds pretty. The baby name book had said it meant honeybee and doesn't that just fit perfectly amidst sunshine and flowers and springtime?

.....

It never happens.

Shane is an only child at four and five and six and he's becoming something special on the ice, all the coaches say so. David thinks that they have no idea what they're talking about when they say that because Shane Hollander has always been special from the time he kicked and rolled inside his mother, before he ever knew what cold was.

If he's all they get, they will make sure he knows he is everything.

.....

Sometimes David wants to take Shane by the shoulders and apologize to him for making him think he has to be everything. You don't have to try so hard to be perfect for us, he wants to say. You're perfect to us because you're you, you're ours, don't you know how we prayed and hoped and waited just for you to exist, don't you know that's enough?

Much, much later as he waves to him (to them) in late evening sunshine, he sees Shane relax behind the windshield with a loving hand on the back of his neck. David feels something inside of him loosen.

.....

On Shane’s wedding day, David embraces both his sons and dances with his wife and my god, if this is all he ever gets in life, no man has ever been so lucky.

.....

"Are you ready?" Shane is smiling and his eyes are shiny. Ilya looks much the same.

David is dizzy. But he nods and holds his hands out. Shane places the baby in his arms and oh, she's so tiny. He forgot how tiny they start out.

Her little knit hat is yellow.

"Hey there, honeybee," he murmurs, and his voice is foggy with unshed tears. "I'm your grandpa."

[instigatorjosten]

Wymack going “he sounds like neil but he doesnt look like him” when he finds Neil at the airport beaten, tattooed and with hair dyed was kinda “I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth” of him.

not in the romantic sense the quote is originally meant as, but it’s still just as dear to me. Neil’s whole life has been about being unrecognizable, about wearing faces that arent his own, about staying unknown. and here comes Wymack, and by extension really all the foxes, who know Neil so very well he is sometimes shocked they noticed him under all the layers.

regardless of what identity neil takes on and how he changes his looks, his family recognizes him

[viiiiiliiiii]

“It’s nothing.”

and yet it was Neil who crossed the entire court in the blink of an eye, shoving his opponent away from Andrew with every ounce of strength he had after the opponent attacked Andrew during the match.

and it was Andrew who reached Neil a heartbeat before he could collapse to his knees, utterly spent and defenseless, stepping between him and Riko’s racquet just as it came down.

yes. that’s absolutely nothing.

[clementine-kesh]

imo you get the most out of engaging with media when you strike a balance between treating characters as people (reading interiority into their actions, considering the effect of various aspects of their identity, etc etc) and as vehicles for storytelling (what narrative purpose do they serve, how do their actions and personality function to convey the themes of the work, etc etc). because of course characters are literary devices but also there’s a reason we use literary devices written to embody realistic people in order to tell stories

[cloudabserk]

snugglebugs

[pillowspace]

It feels like this every time I write a fic