Universal Series

Writing tips, fanfic stuff, personal wips and aus. I will spam you with my mediocre art. (Side blog)

[universalfanfic]

My Writing Quick Links

DC!Sutton AU - Part 1, Part 2

Irene Bright, John Wick oc -  1, 2, 3

Stutton/AUs -  Mermaid | Regency | Soulmate Emotion | Bodyguard: Problems, Close Call, My Turn | Sandwich | Check ‘m Out | Mafia Front, Mafia 2 |

Sutton in Civil War | Sutton: Let’s Go Home | Sutton: Time

Peyton/Lex AUs - Fae: 1, 2 | Dragon: 1, 2 | Home Invasion | Confrontation | Kryptonian | Mermaid

Mind Control AU - Complete (Mary/Owen) - 1, 2, 3

Mary/Owen - Burnt Food | Game Night | Wedding Dance | Love Square

Maddie/Connor: Arranged | Braid | Care

[ohcaptains]

[enyter]

[ezekiel13]

I want to write my fanfic <- isn’t writing my fanfic

[bikuwana-still-on-discord-deact]

girls when the media they're obsessed with is never going to be as good as they wish it could be

[lordofseagulls]

girls when the media they're obsessed with is never going to be as good as they wish it could be

[recurring-polynya]

me (crazy eyes, covered in blood): I NEED to finish writing my fanfic. so I can start writing a different fanfic.

[portraitoftheoddity]

The problem with having OCs is that sometimes you wanna read about your little guy being in situations but unfortunately he is YOUR little guy and no one is gonna put him in that situation but you. Tragic.

[skeletomez]

[theunfortunate-author]

carve this into my tombstone

[lost-the-narrative]

"IT WAS ONLY SUPPOSED TO BE A ONESHOT!!!" i scream, desperately clawing at the floor, as the fic drags me back into The Depths to continue writing against my will for the rest of eternity

[tokkibean]

reader: i love how (detail added on a whim) foreshadows (scene that isnt related) youre a GENIUS

me: yes. of course. i absolutely meant to do that.

[raindropsonglasss-deactivated20]

[tokkibean]

nothing reveals typos better than the ao3 publish button. who needs spellcheck honestly

[universalfanfic]

Got desperate to write and attempted another Tara blurb.

Tara stared at the body before her; it slumped in a chair in the middle of the room and blood soaked through the shirt. It was the man who’d picked her up and brought her to the hospital. Wesley. He was dead. 

Wilson Fisk stood deathly still as he took in the sight. Pure rage and anguish rippled across his face; he staggered forward and gripped the back of Wesley’s chair. His knuckles turned ghostly white from the tension. 

“Save him,” he rasped out. 

It took Tara a moment to realize he was talking to her. Her own blood ran cold at the demand and she wrung her hands together. 

“Mr. Fisk,” she stammered, “he’s already- I mean- He’s been…shot.” 

Fisk whirled around and was in front of her before Tara could react to try and run. He gripped her by her upper arm and dragged her closer to Wesley’s body.  Wesley’s skin was horribly pale, the blood no longer leaking from the bullet holes in his chest. Tara felt tingly in fear. 

“You will try,” Fisk continued through gritted teeth. “That man… is a friend. You will try. Now.”

There was no negotiating with that tone. Tara trembled as she inched another step closer; her fingers shook as she reached out for a clear patch of skin on his cheek. He was cooler than she expected a human who was alive to be, but not fully cold. His skin was still soft which spoke of how recent his death was. 

And he was dead. Tara could tell just by looking at him. There was no rise and fall of his chest, his pallor was off. But still, she was afraid of what may happen to her if she failed. 

Tara reached out, trying to feel for any sign of life that she could latch onto and foster. It was so…. Empty. Void. Her breathing hitched as the fear kicked in anew. 

What if she couldn’t revive him? She was touching a dead man at a crime scene and under the threat of one of the city’s most powerful men. Her life could go very badly if Wilson Fisk decided to pay her back for her failures. 

So Tara reached farther, smaller, searched for anything at all that could offer some hope for her and the man in front of her. 

Hope came in a microscopic whisper. 

The tiniest flicker. Hardly a light at all. Something deep inside him that hadn’t quite fully died yet. A cell that was slowly realizing that its work may be in vain and soon ending. 

Tara surged for that minuscule blip of life and latched on. She pushed everything into that little cell. Life and healing and resurgence and she didn’t stop as that small bit of life poured over and over into the next cell. Next organ. She didn’t stop until color finally returned to Wesley’s face and he took a horrid, gasping breath. 

And then Tara collapsed. 

[the-literary-lesbian]

writing mood™️

[twig-the-escaped-cephalopod]

so real

[toastbutteregg]

[frederickchiltonsdivacup]

Give a man a fanfic, and he will read for a day. Teach a man to write, and he still won't do it.

He'll think about it though, and boy oh boy, he'll be thinking about it...

[nondelphic]

writing isn’t hard. i just have to extract 80,000 words from my brain using sheer psychic force