#writer vent

[iwantacoolusernameman]

Waiting for the day all the snippets of dialogue and plotlines i've written in my notes app will magically come together to form a fic on their own

[your-local-turtle]

for the people who just accused me of using ai

my first fic i’ve ever written

“ALRIGHT WHO TOOK MY SHOE AGAIN?” Albert groaned and rolled over on his back, covering his head with a pillow. “RACE I SWEAR TO EVERYTHING HOLY STOP HITTING PEOPLE.” “YOU SOUND LIKE DAVEY.” Albert sighed heavily and slid out of bed. He slowly made his way across the room stepping over clothes, people, and Race’s cigar that must have fallen out of his mouth. Wait. In one swift motion, Albert swiped the cigar off the floor and slipped it under a bed. He smirked and walked out into the hallway.

Finch was smart and decided to get out of bed early in the morning to avoid the chaos. He walked out of the bathroom almost running into Albert. “Hey watch it-” he stopped, looking up to see his favorite red head. A grin spread over his face. Albert smiled and, after a quick scan of the hallway, gave him a quick kiss on the lips. “Wanna sell together today?” Finch’s grin widened as he nodded quickly. Suddenly they heard Race shriek, “WHERE THE FUCK IS MY CIGAR?” Finch turned and looked back at Albert who was trying to hide his laughter. Finch rolled his eyes, pecked him on the cheek, and walked back down the hall. 

*time skip YAY!*

Albert sat on the fire escape swinging his legs through the gap of the bars. While the escape wasn’t much to look at, rusty bars that were more brown than black at this point, three flights of stairs, and a whole lot of history, it was still his favorite place to chill. He heard the window creak open and warm hands wrapping around his waist. 

Instinctively, he leaned into the touch. “Hey Albie” the words came out almost as a whisper that sent shivers down Albert’s entire core. 

Suddenly they heard the window creak open. Finch pushed Albert quickly out of his arms, as Albert bolted up, trying to get to the railing, looking like he was casually leaning on it. Jack popped his head out of the window “Hey guys! Medda is bringing dinner today so make sure you get down here in time.” Finch nodded quickly, and Jack ducked back into the lodging house, closing the window. Once they made sure Jack was gone, they breathed a sigh of relief. “What if we get caught one day?” Albert asked, panic edging his voice. “We can’t just do this recklessly anymore! Finch I-” he was interrupted by soft lips pressed against his. He melted into the kiss immediately. “We’ll be more careful from now on, ok my love?” Albert sighed but nodded. Maybe they could make this work. 

They both knew what they were doing was dangerous. If anyone found out they could get kicked out, arrested, or worse. Neither of them like to think about it that much. They always did whatever they could, meeting in abandoned alleys, the fire escape, when everyone was asleep, or just anywhere secret they could find. Unfortunately, even with all the secrecy and caution, there was always the danger of being caught.

It has been a bad selling day. The headline was lousy, it was too hot out, and no one would even look Finch in the eye. He wanted to see Albert more than ever. Eventually, he gave up and made his way to the gate, hoping he sold enough for tonight.

As he was slipping the coins into his pocket, he saw Albert across the street, standing next to an alleyway. They locked eyes, and Albert cocked his head towards the alley. Finch immediately understood what he meant and started making his way over. 

As soon as he stepped into the alley, he was met with Albert’s lips kissing him breathless. He squeaked but didn’t push away, instead he leaned into it. Albert pushed him up against the wall, and whispered onto Finch’s lips “Missed you babe.” Then kissed him long and hard, almost knocking the wind out of Finch. 

Finch regained his composure, his hands finding Albert’s waist. His thumbs dig circles into Albert’s hips making the boy groan. Finch smiled and peppered Albert’s jaw with kisses. 

“WHAT THE FU-” they pulled away from each other immediately, only to see the shocked faces of Oscar and Morris Delancy. Finch’s stomach hit the floor and he could practically see Albert shaking. 

“Oh you two are done for.” Morris stated almost smug. Albert’s eyes were glossy, and Finch felt like he would vomit any second. 

They were screwed. 

this comes from a writer who enjoys writing and comes up with fake scenarios in her head and tries to translate them into stories. tries to express her self perfectly

i will admit that my teachers have made magic school ai part of a curriculum for editing writing for school work- so i will admit it may have translated into my writing.

my english teachers have taught the use of expression and finding ways to translate it

i will try to take longer with my fics and make them sound less ai apperently

this is one of the fics i’m very proud of, despite it being my first fic

and i’m proud to take yall on this journey and absolutely hate that writers get accused of using ai

please stop disrespecting and discouraging other writers like this

[lonely-parrot]

Please people

Comment on ao3

Anything

We're starving 😭

[kyokutsu-sama]

For those who are constantly judging introverts for being introverts :

No, I don't want to socialize more, nor do I want you to force me.

No, I don't want to go out, and it's okay to want to stay in my corner in my peace.

No, I don't want to know your opinion about the fact that I'm shy and reserved.

No, you don't have the right to be rude to me because I'm quiet, and you certainly don't have the right to make fun of that.

No, you also don't have the right to ask me to smile every five minutes because I have a "sad/mad face."

I'm not sad or mad.

IT'S. MY. FACE. LEAVE. ME. ALONE.

No, you don't have to say that I always have a "long face" and that I act like I have the whole world against me.

No, you're not helping when you try to force me to go out, socialize, leave my corner; you're making it worse, and you're invading my personal space.

Stop spending your lives picking on introverted people and treating them like they're not human. Like, "You hate me just because I'm quietly minding my own business and not hurting anyone?"🤨

[transandrosis]

I made the mistake of following an ao3 kudos email to a fanfic posted by the very first ao3 profile I ever made. Now I'm crying.

I don't know who wrote that or where she is or if I'll ever be that person or write that well ever again, you know? There are so many kudos and comments and bookmarks and it's so much pressure because nothing I& write will be like that ever again.

[ratstitch]

No wonder I write so slowly, I’m a fucking crazy person.

I need a fem name for Daeron to use while crossdressing in an AU I'm working on. At first, I was going to use Daenys just because I thought it’d be cute if he was named after another dreamer, but then I got to thinking. He wouldn’t use a name that starts just like his, he’s trying to be a completely different person when he's her and honestly he probably wouldn’t want to use a Targaryen name at all, he's trying to escape that.

So I started going through names from House Dayne, maybe he’d want something from his mother's side. I briefly thought about Nymeria since she's such a symbol of freedom, but she’s also a warrior, he doesn’t think of himself that way. So I read more about House Dayne and Dornish history in general, but nothing felt right.

Back to the drawing board, his fem self is kinda anideal version of himself, what does that look like? Maybe knowing that will help me find the right name.So I made this list and once again started digging through the wikis

I thought about it being Aerea in a sort of cynical, self-hating way. She’s a symbol of rebellion gone wrong. He has a lot of shame and guilt around everything he does and a perpetual feeling of doom. I thought it could work, so I read through her whole wiki. Only to decide that I didn’t quite love that either.

So then I started one by one going through all the songs mentioned in A Song of Ice and Fire in search of girl names with a legend behind them. Went though a few more historical womens wiki pages but none of it was right.

And after all that effort, I think I'm just going to go with Alice, yes, after the song about anal fisting. Justification being that he started doing this on a whim, he wasn't thinking of it as an actual name for himself even though that's what it became, so he'd choose a name quickly and partially as a joke and he’s pretty promiscuous in this persona, so it works on that level. But also Alice is a humble, simple, free figure in her own right, she has no historical baggage, her name is not grand, and that’s what Daeron is looking for. While in his fem persona he wants to be a desired, confident, hard knocks girl with no last name, and that’s exactly what Alice is

I’ve been thinking about this literally all day, I don’t even know if I'm actually going to do anything with this AU

[tranny-wannabe-04]

Idk if this happened to other trans guys (I'm curious actually) but I realize that before I figure out my gender identity I've never really... felt connected to lesbians althought in that period of my life I identified as one. And this was also true when I used to write them, or I used/tried to write women in general. Not saying that I don't like or don't want to write them. I think women and sapphic representation is fucking important (being this one of the reasons the Wenclair queerbait this season is pmo so fucking much alongside with the writers in S1 trying to pair Wednesday with those two soulless men althought she doesn't fucking need one-). What I'm trying to say is that I realized every time I tried to write something with a (cis and queer) woman being the MC I was always scared of straight up writing the project and that would lead me to planify fucking everything...

Ironically, also at the time I thought I was cis, I would always feel more connected to mlm ships. And, don't get me wrong, I know there's a problem in fandoms that prioritize those ships generally neglecting the women that's "getting in the way" of their ship (Justice to Mel from Arcane and my dear El from ST). But still, I'd ship men more, or being more in fandoms with MLM ships, than wlw ones. I thought about it at the time?- No maybe, I don't know, in fact, I think I probably realized it but I decide to ignore it- Anyways...

Now I'm writing a fantasy novel where the two male MCs are bestfriends since childhood and have a slow-burn romance...

If I'm a Byler fan?? How do you know???

Anywho, now I'm writing that and I don't feel the need to planify shit anymore. Like, writing them is so easy and flows so great everytime I sit to follow their story. I love it. It's like they're a part of me or something.

That last paragraph is so funny 'cause I was telling a friend of mine about it and she (a cisgender lesbian girl) told me that she felt the same way when writing (cisgender) lesbians. Especially the ones that struggle with comphet like her in the past.

My reaction was something like "Girl, I already told you I'm not ga-".

Now, seriously, I don't know what to think since I'm also figuring out stuff like my sexuality. But I thought it was funny since it reminded me of every time Will says smth reasonable to Mike and his responses are some variation of "I TOLD U I'M NOT GAY-".