The elements of a good writer are; whiskey, nightmares and a bad marriage. And I only have 2 of 3. ◈ sideblog ◈ ◈ request: open
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It physically pains me to see people post awesome fanfiction to tumblr and nowhere else. Tumblr moves so fast! By tomorrow people who didn’t look in a tag at the right moment won’t know it existed. By next week even people who did read it won’t be able to find it back to reread. Finding anything on tumblr via search function is practically a fluke. For all intents and purposes, your hard work has a halflife of about a week at most.
PUT YOUR WORK ON AO3 WHERE IT CAN LIVE ETERNALLY, I BEG YOU
People who come into that fandom in a month, a year, even a decade will be able to find your work!
People can bookmark it!
People can rec it to others!
People can reread it into infinity! (and people like me can do that and comment every time!)
You can get comments & kudos until the endtimes because people will keep finding your work! (seriously I still sometimes get new people finding and loving my work from ~2013)
And best of all, people can SUBSCRIBE to your work so they will get email about new chapters and stories! (I’m seeing people do manual ‘Tag you in the next chapter’ lists and seriously, physical pain, this wheel has already been invented and it is rolling beautifully)
PLEASE LET ME BOOKMARK YOUR FIC I BEG YOU
“But I need an invite for AO3!”
Yes, and the waiting list is currently 2-3 days. That’s hardly worth not doing this for, right?
“But I only read fic, I don’t post it”
here is a post on why having an account just to read fic is also very worth it!
Lately I’ve been the tumblr person who jumps onto people who post cool fic to tumblr and going HEY HAVE YOU POSTED THIS TO AO3, YOU REALLY SHOULD, HIT ME UP FOR AN INVITE CODE and I hereby invite all you fellow fic readers and posters to join me into spreading the good word.
Please reblog this and tag your favourite fandoms and pairings! Spread this post to the people who need to see it! Save great fic from the tumblr void!
*Note: this post has been revised as it contained emotionally charged content that undermined the factuality of the information provided. Your work has NOT been directly lifted.
This app, “Fanfic Pocket Archive Library”, is a portal that re-formats all public content on Ao3 and makes it available through a service they can profit from.
While this service is legal and essentially functions as an ao3 portal, the service it provides is being used to make money for a third party.
^Here are the ways in which this app is profiting. They make money off of an algorithm that recommends fics to you based off of your past reading. They are within their rights to do so.The developer is called Simple Soft Alliance. Here’s the app’s Terms and Conditions.
If you have works on ao3, they will be available through this app. No need to bother looking. Any fanfiction that can be accessed without a password on Ao3 is already available in this app. Ao3 is a site of unparalleled integrity and shows the utmost respect to creators, and while this app is completely legal its use of content makes me deeply uncomfortable. Go learn your rights, and be careful
🚨Report this app in your app store if you take issue🚨
🚩Google Playstore link (go HERE to report directly)
🚩Apple Store link (download app, then go to report it here )
Ao3 is aware of this. Like I said, there is little legal recourse. If you would like to prevent this in the future, set your fics to private mode so they won’t be immediately accessible through this app.
◈ — This is a problem; Many of our works (including my fics) are in there and would be really helpful if you help to report this app. Not only because is making profit from other people’s works but also is making money thanks to AO3 without giving a cent to the page that, as we know, depends enterely on donations to exist.
If you're up to it then how about R!Clack for chocolate? I'm a sucker for fluff!
◈ — @anon || Request accepted !
Who isn’t a sucker for fluff ? Here ya go, some chocolate, romantic fluff !
There were many things Jack was proud about.
A lot of them were related to magic and many other feats he had achieved in his life. A few of them although were more related to everyday and mundane things; Learning how to cook with minimal help was something he was immensely proud of, but being a natural at baking easily beat the cooking achievement.
Today, since was Valentines day, Jack baked his famous triple chocolate cake filled with some more chocolate. It was Han’s favorite and a treat that Jack allowed him to have just a few times per year since chocolate was, essentially, poisonous for him.
However, this time, as soon as Jack finished the decor and put the cake in the fridge for the chocolate to cool down, Han appeared at the door, frowning at him.
“What?”
“Ya done?” Han asked, heavy american accent that Jack was sure he used just to pester him as an extra.
“Yes. But you won’t be having any until dinner.”
Hannibal tsked at him. Actually, literally, clicked his tongue and Jack was so surprised and speechless he couldn’t form any kind of reply when Han pushed him outside the kitchen, warning him about don’t bother for a few hours because he, Hannibal, was going to be very busy.
“Busy— Doing what?” The door closing in his face was the only answer he got.
Jack pictured Han inside, eating the whole cake with his hands and sighed, resolving he didn’t have the strength neither was in the mood to get mad about it; It was Valentines, it was Han’s cake anyway and Jack was happy with the black roses Hannibal got for him that morning, like every year, so no, whatever was happening inside his kitchen, wouldn’t bother him in the slightest.
Except it was bothering him, even two hours later.
Dinner wasn’t a problem, Jack ordered the food from one of his favorite restaurants and was delivered just minutes ago, but still he needed to get inside his kitchen to set up the food in the plates and pinpoint whatever damage Hannibal caused in there.
Jack carried the bags and knocked the door with his foot, half hungry, half annoyed and entirely worried.
“Han, the food is here. I’m hungry and I want to eat and then have sex in the tub while drinking champagne.” He announced, still using his feet to knock the door and after a few minutes of being there, knocking and standing like a bloody idiot Hannibal opened the door.
“ —so fucking annoying.” Was the greet he got.
“I am hungry. What did you do with my kitchen?”
“Nothin’. Gimme that.” Han took the bags and then, finally, Jack got inside.
There wasn’t a mess.
In fact, the table was set, some candles lit and red and black roses were arranged in a bouquet at the table. Jack blinked, almost cursing at himself because of course today was one of those days Han managed himself to be in the right, ‘soft romantic’ mood.
“Oh, did you bother doing all of this for us dear?” Jack asked with a soft voice and a tender smile. Hannibal didn’t reply but he was busy setting the food in the plates. “I love it. Thank you.”
“I got ya somethin’ too.” Han handed him back the bags and went to the fridge while Jack finished to put the bread in a basket in the middle of the table.
“What did you buy me?” Jack asked, unable to stop himself because he was a dragon and, as such, he was impossibly curious.
“Nothin’. I made it.”
That got Jack’s attention immediately and he turned in time to see Han offering him a plate full of chocolates.
“You made chocolates?” He asked with wonder, watching the sweets; They had different forms, probably cut with Jack’s cookie molds, and were well made. They looked pretty, even.
“Aren’t poisoned.” Han smirked at him and Jack laughed, taking one to bite it. “—But that somethin’ one would say if were offerin’ ya poisoned choc.”
“Well, poisoned or not, these taste amazing.” Jack replied with a big grin, eating the sweet in one bite and taking other to put it in Han’s mouth. “I didn’t know you were so talented with sweets, I’m almost jealous.” Han ate the whole chocolate in one bite, as was was his custom, but Jack couldn’t even bother at it.
The fact that Han decided -for whatever reason Jack couldn’t fathom- to do something like this for him was such a sweet and meaningful gesture that Jack found himself falling in love harder with the demon, feeling his heart swollen when Han smiled at him.
“Yer cryin’.”
“I’m not.” He replied quickly, even if he did notice his vision going blurry for the unshed tears of happiness. “I’m just… Happy. I love it Han, for real… I love you.”
Han hugged him and Jack breathed slowly to calm himself, smiling against his chest and letting Han’s shirt dry his eyes. “Better?”
“Yes, thank you. What you say if we dinner, eat cake and then hit the tub with champagne and those chocolates?” Han nodded at him, suggesting him to put some petals in the water too and Jack hated the man a bit more for making him fall for him even more.
“We have a plan then. Come, I’m really hungry. When did you learn to make chocolate anyways?” Han smiled.
Hi, for a request, could you do Xiaolin Showdown? I was thinking the xiaolin monks X Jack, where they have secret crushes on their bumbling (and oblivious) rival. Maybe they get a bit jealous of each other? or work together to get Jack to spend more time with them?
For some reason I can’t tag you but I LOVEyour idea so much ! So yes, here you go !
“Ugh, why can’t he just— Oh.”
Kimiko sighed, relieved, when she saw Clay leaving ( finally ). After staying for almost 30 minutes hiding behind a flowerpot she was grateful for her training, otherwise her legs would be hurting too much to even stand up.
It was just silly, she decided, to be hiding from the boys. It wasn’t like if she was doing something wrong or bad. Yeah, she was going to visit Spicer but it wasn’t for some dumb ‘evil’ plan of his or anything, Kimiko just wanted to play videogames on his big, HD screen. Just that. It wasn’t like she liked him or anything, it was only for the graphics.
“Hey Kim.”
The phone in her hand almost got crushed between her fingers but Kimiko knew how to pretend, good enough to don’t look suspicious in front of Rai.
“What ya doing?”
“I’m going out for a walk.” She replied with an innocent tone and Rai raised an eyebrow but didn’t said anything else.
“This close to Spicer’s place?” Rai asked suddenly and Kim eyed him with annoyance and disbelief; How he dare to suggest, whatever he was suggesting, with that— That cynicism…
“What are you doing this close to Spicer’s?” She counterattacked and was sure that if Master Fung had been close he would have congratulated her for her quick thought.
“Wha— I’m not… I’m not—” Rai looked offended, shocked even, and looked at her like if Kimiko offended his family or something.
The dragon of the fire smiled, proud of herself. She could almost hear the FATALITY in the air, just like in the combat games.
“You are not what, Rai?”
“I’m not doing whatever you’re thinking. What are you doing here, hiding behind a pot like a creepy garden stalker?”
Kimiko gasped and her fist turned into fire before she could react in a more civilized way.
“What I’m doing here is none of your business Raimundo Pedrosa! ” Rai was wincing already, expecting the burning punch in his arm but Kimiko just shook her fist in front of his face before pointing to the direccion their cowboy friend took in his leave. “Why you don’t go to ask Clay what was he doing here? I bet he was here since he disappeared after breakfast! ”
Rai blinked, looking at the place she was pointing and then at her again. There was confusion now, which was infinitely better that his accusing glare.
“He said he wanted to watch the regional ice skating championship…” Rai mumbled and suddenly a sense of understanding fell on both. Kimiko broke eye contact first and Rai looked down, scratching the back of his neck. “Well, I wanted to— I kinda, you know, asked Spicer if he could teach me how to fix a motor. Ya know, girls like those stuff and, that…”
Kimiko nodded with a faint blush in her face.
“Yeah. Me too, uh, I wanted to play in his screen—”
“The huge HD screen in his living room? ”
“I love that screen…”
“Me too! The graphics are amazing and Jack isn’t that bad of a player…” Kimiko cut herself when she realized that both noticed she said Spicer’s name but before Rai could provoke his early dead by pointing that to her Omi called for both from the front door.
“Kimiko! Raimundo! My friends! ” Omi ran from the door to them, looking at both with that big, cheerful smile of his. “Are you here too to eat the ice cream treats with Jack Spicer too? ”
“Uh—”
“Yes.”
“Ah yes.”
“Totally.”
“That is the most amazing! ” Omi smiled so brightly that his friends almost felt bad for lying. Almost. “Come then my friends! I was ready to knock the door.”
Both dragons allowed themselves to be dragged to the front door, none of them daring to even glance to the other, too embarrassed. Yet, when Spicer finally opened the door he was eating some pudding and had a pair of keys in his hands already.
“Ah…”
“Jack Spicer! Kimiko and Raimundo came too to enjoy the ice cream treats! ”
Jack eyed them both with utter disbelief but ended nodding, probably just to play along now that Omi was right in the middle of them.
“… Okay… Let’s go then. I need to come back early today cheese ball, I have to check a project in a couple hours.”
Omi nodded happily and they went outside, together, to whatever vehicle Jack decided fit to go and eat ice cream with three xiaolin dragons.
Kimiko knew that she couldn’t put a feet in the mansion again soon, too embarrassed to be caught like that, and by Rai nonetheless.
At least it was just that, she thought while they were at the store and Jack was helping Omi to decide what flavor of ice cream he wanted.
Being ‘game friends’ with him was already bad enough. It would have been horrible if he found out she had a crush with Jack…
Little did she know that Rai, right behind her, was thinking exactly the same.
i brought you home flowers just for the hell of it, no it doesn’t matter that we’ve been together for three years and i’ve never done this before, they are pretty (and so are you i love you)
we, the blankets and the pet have tangled into an irreversible knot on the couch and if no one comes save us this might be our end
we wanted to cook but now we are dramatically singing a duet with kitchen utensils in our hands, this is quality Performance™
i’ve had a horrible week and you just brought me home my favourite treat
no, when i said i wanted you to help clean the house i did NOT mean you should do it wearing only, exclusively stockings, you insolent FOOL
one of us has to get out of bed to make pancakes and it’s not going to be me ok just go and bring me nourishment
it’s been TEN YEARS and you STILL don’t know how to properly tidy up the dishes!!!! these plates go here, but these almost identical ones go there, is it that hard??!? what, no, they look nothing alike!
you can’t go to work because i need cuddles
i’m sick but no don’t worry about me, go to work, no really i can handle myself, love, it’s…. ok that sounds wonderful i’m giving up pls stay
we have guests over…do you really think it’s an appropriate time to affectionately grab my butt and kiss my neck… in front of the entire table….ok
‘i know we both don’t believe in marriage but let’s get married for tax benefits’… ‘listen i know i said that but if you don’t even try to be romantic about proposing so help me god. try. again.’
it’s raining but we’re sitting sheltered on the veranda, cuddled side by side, reading our books, and if you ask me then the weather and the moment can stay like this forever
sometimes i just can’t stop kissing your stupid face
◈ — I haven’t been here lately and I kind of
feel bad for it, because I haven’t been writing that
much lately neither...
Good thing is I’m working on a commission for
a friend, so basically am’ back on game. I’ll post an ask
I got AGES ago and then I’ll be taking requests.
Just short drabbles right now but I will try to write anything
you send me.
i don’t think people really get how little feedback fanfic authors actually get? like the effort to reaction ratio is so abysmally skewed here that a fic nearly 50,000 words long takes an entire year to amass like. 16 comments. someone reblogged a fic i wrote at 4 am and tagged it with a 5-word compliment and i can’t stop thinking about it, not because it was so nice but because half the time you post a fic you’re going to hear nothing and anything feels like so much
fandom culture is so, so good about giving artists the credit they’re due, but we gotta start doing that for writers too. you’ve got no idea how much people put into their stories and get maybe a handful of reblogs and a dozen-odd kudos. that’s not enough. writing is an endurance sport and y’all need to start giving fic writers a reason to endure it and improve their craft. encourage writers like you encourage artists. reblog fics, leave tags, leave comments, acknowledge that these stories do not just spring into being for your entertainment.
every single damn writer i know feels like half of their readers see them as a machine. that’s gotta change.
Consider also: Writers do not even have the opportunity for feedback until we are finished.
Artists have the ability to show off preview sketches, host art streams, and get feedback during almost every step of their creative process, and we do not. We can’t really share outlines and half-finished sentences, choppy first-drafts, and have anyone get excited about that. When we say it’s an endurance sport, we really mean it.
That’s why it becomes that much more important to give us that feedback once we actually finish what we’ve been working on.
“When we say it’s an endurance sport, we really mean it"
THIS.
And of course we write because we love it. We have ideas–BIG HUGE IDEAS–that we want to get out there, just how we see it in our heads, and be able to go back over and over it again, even if no one else cares. Of course we write because we love it.
But we’re human and crave validation. We create these things because We Just Think They’re Neat and want others to agree that the concept or execution or both is also neat and fan about it with us!
It doesn’t even necessarily have to be about WHAT WE HAVE ACTUALLY WRITTEN. Tell us how much you love the concept or the plot device, start going off on tangents in your comments or tags or replies, because HECK YEAH WE’RE IN THE SAME BOAT. WE’LL JOIN IN WITH YOU.
Fic is MEANT to generate discussion. So don’t think of comments as just saying ‘thank you’. We’re happy for that of course, but that’s not why we wrote it. We wrote it because it’s a thing we’re really interested in, so if you’re interested in it too? SHARE SIS, WE ARE ALL EARS.
