This is where I write the things I never want the people I know to see and hope you never find my other accounts 🔞🔞🔞
[NO MINORS]
If you are under the legal adult age in your country, this is not the page for you, apologies and thank you.
Key:
cmp/inc = complete or incomplete
sfw/nsfw = safe/not safe for work
pov/fp/sp/tp = point of view/first/second/third person
nh = non-human (aka monster f-ing)
lgbt = contains lgbtqia+ content
bdsm = google it 🤐
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Slow Burn:
Gone by Moonbreak [incomplete]
[sfw/nsfw, nh, pov/sp, inc]
Masterlist Post
Fast Burn:
Please Don't Wake Up [complete]
[nsfw/sfw, lgbt, pov/sp, cmp]
Part One [nsfw] Part Two [nsfw]
Part Three [nsfw] Part Four [nsfw]
Part Five [sfw] Part Six [sfw] [END]
Unreliable narrators are one hell of an idea. You can just write whatever, and if a reader points out "hey the way this scene happened should not be physically possible if it's done the way this character described it", you can just be like "yeah I don't trust that fucker either."
something I think we all know about fanfic, but don’t talk about because it would hurt writers feelings is that some fics are like fast food. I mean this as a compliment. I don’t always want to sit down for a six course meal that will be a flavor experience. Sometimes I just wanna dip some fries in a frosty. Sometimes I want something homecooked and delicious and super niche, but super comforting. Sometimes I want to eat an entire dark chocolate cheesecake in one sitting even though I know Its gonna make me sick. Just. holy crap, y’all. Sometimes I don’t even want fast food, I just want to eat an entire bag of chips. and yeah, I’m ashamed of myself afterwards, but at the time it was exactly what I wanted. So, no, we’re never going to say to our fanfic writers that we consider their writing to be the equivalent of a midnight run to taco bell - and we shouldn’t, feelings would be hurt by that. But writers, please, please, please, remember this. You don’t need to create a six course meal if you don’t want to. You don’t have to make something complex and homemade if you don’t want to. You don’t even have to finish cooking it - because someone will be thrilled that you brought a bowl of cookie dough and a spoon, because they cannot even consider sitting down and having a proper meal right now. It’s okay writers, whatever you decided to make. Someone was happy to have it. You gave them what they needed. You made them happy. You did good.
I don’t know why being fast food would be considered insulting!
A few years ago, I read an essay by a romance writer who openly admitted that her books were trashy, formulaic, and not Great Art. But what she said is that she gets fan letters all the time. From women with six kids whose only time for themselves is reading her books. From women in abusive relationships who read her books to give them hope that loving relationships exist. From women with depression who manage to eke out some pleasure reading her books. From women whose lives are awful and who read her books to give them the strength to live another day.
And– she points out– the writers of Great Art have many virtues, but they do not generally get fan letters from people whose lives are miserable and who seek out comfort and joy from the books. Because most of the time when our lives are awful, we don’t seek out Great Art. We seek out, well, literary fast food. We seek out emotionally manipulative hurt/comfort or fluffy coffeeshop AUs or Mutual Pining where there is Only One Bed.
Be proud of your work! Be proud of making literary fast food. Try to make the best damn literary fast food you can. Because somewhere out there– you might not know who, you might not know when– there might be someone who has just finished their last final, or who got fired from their job, or who is up all night with a newborn, and your fast food fanfic made their lives better. And that is no small thing.
Summary: You go mountain hiking in pack territory and overstay your welcome, but before the hungry wolves surrounding you can make their move, a wolf bigger than anything you've ever seen comes to your rescue, scooping you up and taking you back to his den. Will you try and escape? Or will you accept his help and find yourself torn between making your way back home or back into his arms?
cw: this chapter is sfw, but the next parts will and will not be (they will have the proper cws, so you'll know which ones are which)
a/n: this one's slight slow burn, if you're looking for immediate gratification, I have other stories in my masterlist for you
(credits for title image hyperlinked inside)
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The wolf perked up as soon as you opened the door. Quickly rubbing his face against yours, he burst inside, circling you a few times, before sniffing around and sprinting into your bedroom. You slammed the door and rushed after him, cringing at the dirty paws on your bed. The wolf made a few turns before settling down and looking at you with his head tilted as if to ask what was taking you so long.
Flabbergasted and exhausted, you sighed and crawled into bed with him. You would unpack what just happened and deal with it in the morning. For now, it was time to sleep. All the questions to be asked and decisions to be made would be there for you when you woke up, and if the wolf really did want to kill you, you’d already be dead.
Once again, you slept like a baby, and woke up in the warm serenity of the wolf’s white fur. You stared into his intelligent eyes and pondered all the reasons why he came for you. Did he get your present? Was this him saying thank you? You shook your head and started to get up, much to his whining and dismay.
“I’m just getting coffee, I’ll come right back,” you soothed, but he got up to follow you. You both padded into the kitchen and he watched intently as you made your morning cup. As he sniffed the cup with intense curiosity, you found yourself quickly googling if dogs could have coffee.
Unfortunately for him, coffee was toxic, so you spent the whole ordeal keeping him from sticking his tongue in it before you downed it. Upset he couldn’t have any and clearly not understanding why, he playfully nipped at your hip and nudged you until you fell over.
“Hey!” you protested with an amused grin, but he took this as an invitation to play, crouching his front legs before jumping on top of you. Between the uncontrollable laughing fit and his tongue somehow always finding where you needed to breathe and blocking it, you were near suffocating by the time you managed to get into a position where you had a moment to catch your breath.
“Enough! Enough!” you said a little more sternly the second time, and the wolf backed off. Sighing, you wiped your face with your sleeve. You were absolutely covered in werewolf slobber, and you could feel it seeping into your skin.
“Okay, shower, then breakfast, then figuring out… this,” you grumbled, gesturing towards the overgrown white dog in your kitchen. You noticed his still dirty paws and sighed.
“Okay, bath it is. For you and me both,” you grimaced, imagining trying to bathe him. You decided your small bathroom was out of the question and it would be outside or nothing. You also didn’t even want to THINK of the water he’d get all over your bathroom and the rest of your house.
You went into the bathroom and grabbed your shampoo, conditioner, and soap, and led the wolf outside with you to the hot water tap, thankful your nearest neighbor was within screaming distance, but not in sight.
“Have you ever taken a bath before?” you asked him and he just tilted his head. You sighed once more. This wasn’t going to be fun, was it? Nervously, you googled how to make dogs like baths, and all the advice you found you hoped also applied to werewolves, too.
“Not too loud, go slow, don’t force it, use treats, and make sure they’re on a non-slip surface,” you mumbled while reading. You went back inside and grabbed a jar of peanut butter and the largest towel you had, and then back by the hot water spigot.
You were both going to be clean by lunch time, even if it killed you.
i'm a writer irl (can't say who because my agent would put me into a blender and press go) and honestly the funniest and most humiliating incident of my life was the time my finished manuscript triggered a plagiarism flag with the publisher for two lines of prose in my literary fiction novel...
.... which was word for word similar to a paragraph in a certain explicit work on FFN starring elrond and his batsman from the hobbit films, aka that one elf that looked like he ate panic attacks for breakfast (i forget his name but it's Figwit II) where the lord of imladris bends said twink over his writing desk and gives him the battering ram treatment.
and if you think i had to sit in front of one if the biggest publishing companies in the world and admit that it was, in fact, me who wrote the fic where the lord of imladris bends said twink over his writing desk and gives him the battering ram treatment in order to avoid being wrongly flagged for plagiarism, you would be absolutely correct.
I said I'd spend my break writing, but spent it reading through books like they're my only form of sustenance, catching up on backlogged errands and household chores (so. much. laundry.), and playing a new co-op run of Baldur's Gate... oops 🥳✌️💕
Hello, before I release a new story for you all (as my plan is to always have two stories running at the same time, at least), I wanted to explain my use of slow versus fast burn.
If you don't really care about this and just want the new story already, I'll see you there soon 👋
Slow burn and its counterpart fast burn refer to the speed in which two characters get together, as basically as I can define it.
Slow burn makes you wait, has you agonize a bit (or a lot), and when they finally get together, you as the reader are rewarded for your patience. Some slow burns are slower than others, but the usual definition (that I use for my stories under Tumblr post format) is that it takes more than three posts for them to get together, but usually more than that.
In fast burn, they get together within three posts, usually less, and sometimes relationships fizzle out just as quick as they are formed, but you'll just have to wait and see if by the end they stick it out or if it implodes.
If you hate waiting, fast burn is for you.
If you crave the build up, then I'd suggest slow burn.
I will try to have at least one of each category actively updating at a time to keep the scales balanced. Of course, by the nature of the fast burn, the lengths of these stories tend to be shorter, so there may end up being more fast burn than slow in my masterlist, but I hope you don't take this as favoritism over one or the other.
On that note, just because something is fast burn doesn't mean that it'll be only a few chapters. I have a fast burn I've been working on that is planned to have as many chapters as a slow burn would, but of course, the fun stuff happens right in the very beginning, since it's a fast burn.
I hope this helps anyone who wasn't familiar with these terms! See you all in my next story! 💖
They got rid of yellow text and I am very sad because now my rainbow will be incomplete 😓
(in all seriousness I know why they did it, because yellow on white is hard to read and they removed it for better accessibility, which I'm glad they're thinking of for readers who would have trouble reading such text.)
It would be cool to have yellow available if you're in dark mode, though, but I digress. I'll miss yellow, but I'm happy they're taking a step towards better readability and accessibility.
Anyways, RIP for yellow 💛
(and yes I know they changed this ages ago by now, but I'm just getting around to posting about it)
