I love that you’re sharing your tips with others who are trying to get into writing!! Do you have any advice for how to structure a plot? I find I usually know the middle, but not the start or finish 😅 thanks and I hope you’re having a wonderful day today 🌟
Plot is something i definitely struggle with too and like the majority of my advice: practice makes perfect😅 I will say though, sometimes the middle can be the start. I find writing much more engaging when the author drops us right into a scene and gives you context and backstory braided throughout. As far as the end goes, that will always be the hardest part. In fanfic it’s a little easier to drop us in the middle since everyone knows the context of these characters and such. As well as endings, they can be more open ended than say a short story or a novel.
Planning things out even just in bullet form as to what you want to happen and what you want the reader to get out of a story is how I try and structure plot. You don’t always need things to be linear and have a lot of backstory, especially in fanfic. Drop yourself into the scene, knowing as the author what motivations your characters have and what outcome you eventually want. The rest will come with the practice of just sitting down and writing your story.
going on a motorcycle ride with merle or daryl and him going way too fast and scaring the shit outta you, and even though your heart feels like it’s trying to escape the confines of your ribcage and you keep squeezing your eyes closed so that you can’t see how fast the trees on the side of the road seem to move as you whip past them, you secretly love it and it’s the first time since this world has gone to shit that you actually feel alive, actually feel anything for that matter and so you laugh and you open your eyes and you laugh some more and he doesn’t look back at you because he knows he’d get distracted and he’s going way too fast for him to risk that, but he can hear you gasping and yelling and borderline screaming his name as you hold his waist tight and he doesn’t stop because he doesn’t want to put an end to the howling laughter in his ear or how fucking amazing the wind feels against your face
I thought of this in the shower but thought only you could pull it off the way I wanted it to be, so I was thinking season 1 daryl smut but like the relationship is pretty argumentative even though they get freaky after almost every argument so like they’d argue, storm off in a huff then end up getting freaky somewhere 🫶
Check out my sex and zombies fic;) it’s pretty much this exact premise for the first few chapters 🤍
Hello!!!! I love your writing so much, do you think you can give tips on how to start? And maybe how to not make your writing seem so plain and bland? Thats what i have a lot of trouble in and i’m not sure what to do. But yeah, you have inspired me to start writing !! Luv u queen
Hey hun, thank you for loving my writing! Means a lot:)
My number one piece of advice is to just write. Practice writing, write things for you, write things that might never see the light of day. It’s all about practice and it really does help you improve. As for me, I’ve always loved reading books and fanfic and find that when I first started, I began to write quite similar in styles that I personally liked reading. As my practice evolved, I think I’ve found my own voice and it shows. Reading a lot has helped me come up with better vocabulary and I think that might be what you are having troubles with if you find writing to end up being “plain or bland”. An online thesaurus will be your friend for this too.
I also think… and maybe this is a hot take so hopefully no one hates on me for it… but I think when you are in fandom and every one is writing similar tropes and situations, it can become very hard to stand out. It will blend in with a lot of other works because it is similar. Not to say they aren’t still fun and entertaining.
Over all, coming up with things YOU want to write and creative, original ideas are what will bring excitement and passion to your writing. Reading lots and emulating the style (not copying the content, just playing around with their word choice and phrasing structures) of your favourite writers, (even if it doesn’t ever get posted) will help you practice and build a foundation for skill that hopefully, will allow your voice to be heard as you explore your own personal style.
If you have any specific writing questions please feel free to ask or dm me. I have taken several years of creative writing through university and am in my last class for it right now. I’ve realized I’m pretty in love with and passionate about even just talking about writing😅
Thank you so much for the kind words and I am so glad to hear that I have had some inspiration to you to write. I believe in you!
Feel free to reach out if you have any other questions<3
missionary but you keep apologizing for being loud so he tells you to “stop fucking apologizing” and tilts your head so your mouth is lined up with his ear and just fucks you harder
hellloooo beautiful people! Happy holidays to you all! I know I’ve been a little MIA but I have had a very busy semester and finally am on break again:) for little bit at least… I really hope to do some creative and fun writing this month now that I finally have some time that I don’t need to dedicate to my studies. I’ve been reading a lot of fantasy and sci-fi stuff lately and am feeling really inspired from that so who knows what my little brain will come up with now (powerful, beautiful, brooding, shadow wielding, fae men anyone?)
All of this to say, hello. I hope you are all doing well, and I hope I can get a little writing out to you all. I do see all the sweet messages you send me and am so overjoyed when people tell me they keep coming back to my writing or hope I continue to write someday. Thank you all for your patience and sweet words🤍
i was wondering if you were still writing for the walking dead the shane stories are my favourite💗💗
Hey sweetie, I’m so glad you enjoy my stories🩷 for right now, I’m in my last year of schooling and it’s pretty intense so I have little time to write. I hope to pick it back up though so we will just have to see😊
cw- smutty stuff, free use concept but very much consensual (Rick x reader mostly but all of the boys x reader mentioned too)
note- small blurb that’s totally not proofread, and will probably edit at another time. haven’t written in a few weeks so feeling rusty… feedback is apreciated or just general commentary ofc. have been in a really lovey, gentle, sweet smut mood lately so this is what ur getting sorry. don’t know why I’m so obsessed with reader being a form of escape but… ya. enjoy:)
Been having the filthiest thoughts about being the community free use slut. Everyone using you to relieve some stress. Yes, you read that right; everyone. You’re their perfect little plaything that will never say no. That just gets on her knees and takes it. No matter when or where.
It starts way at the beginning, with Shane and Daryl and Merle. Them taking turns dragging you to their tents, late at night when everyone else is asleep. Sometimes it’s just one of them, but other times they share. Take you at the same time and fill as many holes as they can. Leave you with the faintest blue and purple marks scattered all over your neck for the rest of the group to squint at in the morning. To gossip and whisper about over breakfast. Your berry stained lips and innocent eyes reminding them all of a pretty little doll they seem to treat you like.
And then you get to the prison, where things are tense, and discover that your… well, intimate service are needed more than ever. Acting as the only acceptable vice for the group to take their frustrations out on, in what you would describe as a relatively healthy way. At least considering the alternative. So while Rick is losing his mind and you’re already sharing a cell, he decides to try what a few of his friends have been doing right from the start. Using your pretty mouth as the escape they claim that works so well.
And he’s pleasantly surprised at the fact you’re more than willing. To let him urge you into the cell way before the sun has set. To let him drag you down to his bunk in the middle of the night where he doesn’t waste any time peeling your sleep shorts off in a mess of tangled sheets and blankets. And the whole time he’s with you, your lips burn hot as they trail down his neck and nip at newly sunburnt skin. You kiss him without thinking and your tongue tastes like toothpaste and bad decisions as it traces over his own and your hands seem to know the exact spots that have him pushing his jeans down to his ankles in almost shameful, record breaking time. But he doesn’t seem to mind because most importantly, having you right beneath him in the dim lit concrete cell, means that his mind, even just momentarily, is finally blank. For a few minutes, as long as you keep bringing your lips back to meet his, he has nothing to worry about. No crying newborn baby, no walkers, no fast spreading diseases or quarantines or mysterious unsolved murders. Nothing. Well, except the volume at which your pretty little moans are crawling their way up your chest and taunting your next door cell mates.
It’s when he finally has your legs wrapped around his waist and you’re so fucking warm and holy shit you’re wet, and your hands won’t leave his shoulders and your nails are scratching and raking down his back in the most pleasurable burn he could ever imagine… that, that is when it comes to him. When he finally fucking get’s it.
He understands exactly why every time it came to going on a run or splitting the group up, Daryl was always first to claim you as his partner. Why Shane was so obsessed with fixing some damn watch he found you so you could meet him out behind the barn or on the edge of the woods wearing nothing but a sundress and a smile, not a minute later then midnight. He even understood why Merle was acting uncharacteristically nicer to you than anyone else as he pouted and paced around his cell, begging for all kinds of attention but only really wanting the one. The one that was proving to be completely and irrationally addictive the more Rick thought about it. The more he focused on your skin under his hands and how sweet your voice sounded when you could no longer form a coherent sentence.
While he catches his breath, arms still wrapped around your waist, he can feel your legs trembling on either side of him as your hands continue to cup his face ever so gently. He doesn’t even open his eyes when you lean in to bite his lip and drag it out slowly before peppering sweet, meaningless kisses all down his jaw, neck and shoulders. It’s then, when your touch is making the back of his neck tingle and his breath hitch in his throat that he can’t help but feel like he’s been missing out. A whole year of this that the other guys have been experiencing? It doesn’t really seem fair. Not now that he’s had a taste. Now that he knows exactly why every man you’ve encountered since the world went to shit, has taken such an extreme and undeniable liking to you. Not now that he feels like he has to make up for lost time, pressing his forehead against yours and rocking himself back into you for the second time that night. You don’t object. You just spread your legs even further and pull at the damp curls at the base of his neck, silently urging him to keep on moving.
You don’t mind being used. Not really. It’s what you’re there for. To distract him from the horrors of the world and remind him that there’s still at least one thing worth living for. Even if it’s just a warm body in a shared bottom bunk. You’re there to ensure that the scowl lines on his face soften and his eyes close in pure, unfocused elation while he forces your hips even deeper into the mattress with involuntary moan that escapes your lips.
