Got called a weirdo irl for the way I write my fics sooo
How do you write your fics?
Directly in Ao3 (Frightening)
Google docs, all on one doc
Google docs, each chapter on a separate doc
Google docs, each chapter on a document tab
Notes app
Nintendo 3DS Game Notes
Paper
Once again, telepathically transfer the words directly from your brain
Microsoft Word
Some other option (Tell me in tags)
See ResultsI am the “writes in document tabs” if anyone’s wondering
I need you to know that I go back and reread your steddie fics all the time they are both so incredible I don’t know that I’ll ever experience the high that I felt reading them for the first time again 😭 thank you for sharing them!!!!
this is so nice 🥲🥲 idk if it helps but i am trying VERY HARD right now to finish a third one! i’m desperate to get it done before the new season comes out and we have to deal with whether or not the writers decide that the reward for steve having a character arc is killing him off in the last season. I’M FINE! IT’S FINE! anyway steve is sooooo sad in this one :)
Do you ever write a sentence and then realize “Nah, that’s too self aware for you” and backspace a bunch of times.
if you're still doing this: vuh (teen wolf, sterek)
“You can’t drink werewolf blood,” Derek said.
“The fuck I can’t,” Stiles said. “Gimme.”
18k???????? somehow????? of stiles getting turned into a vampire. this was wild to backread because i don’t remember writing a single word of it. and it wasn’t very good! but kind of fun to go back and reread bc i think there are subconsciously some similar threads to a special privilege for the resurrected (steddie) in it. i like what i like (suffering)!!!!!
slip away slow steddie??
Steve’s dead asleep when someone knocks on his door, rat-a-tat fast.
“Eddie?” he asks, squinting in the harsh bright light of the uncovered bulb by his front door. He peers around Eddie’s shoulder and down the steps like that’ll make sense, but there’s no car in the driveway; it’s pitch black outside.
“How are you here?” Steve’s still half-asleep, his brain back in bed.
“I took a cab,” Eddie says, pushing past him and into the apartment. As soon as Steve closes the door Eddie’s on him, hands up under the hem of his shirt, and Steve melts, because of course he does. He always does.
“Wait, wait a sec—aren’t you supposed to be in Detroit?” Steve tries again.
“I was in Detroit,” Munson says, kissing up his neck. “But now I’m here.” He gets to the spot under his ear; Steve tries not to hit the floor, tries to stay focused. It’s–hard.
“A cab drove you all the way from Detroit?”
“Yes.” His mouth is hot against Steve’s skin, impatient. “And If I knew foreplay was gonna involve so much talk about this country’s incredible interstate system I’d’ve boned up on my geography facts first.”
“I’ll bone up on your geography,” Steve says automatically.
“That’s awful,” Eddie says. “I missed how awful you are.”
“Thanks,” Steve says, pleased; Eddie’s voice is warm in the cold little room.
from a rockstar!eddie/normal-guy!steve au i’m working on - in progress! like 30k in. i have no idea if it wants to be like. 25k. or 75k. i guess we’ll see! i’m such a slow writer but i’m determined to finish this one.
for the WIP ask game: the other other
Adam watched the two mosquito hawks bump into the dim ceiling light, too soft to even make a noise. He’d cracked the small window above his bed to prick the thick heat inside the apartment, with little success, and the bugs had followed the light inside. “Apparently they don’t even eat mosquitos,” he said, letting his physics textbook rest on his chest.
Ronan didn’t look up from the corner he’d staked out earlier by the pile of Adam’s other textbooks. He’d shown up that night with his backpack over his shoulder but as far as Adam could tell he hadn’t even opened it except to pull a rubber band ball - that was absolutely property of the guidance counselor - from the side pocket, and that’d been at least a couple of hours ago. He’d instead spent the time snapping rubber bands into the air so Chainsaw could swoop down from the top of the door frame and snatch them out of the air. He had the same amount of exams as Adam, but Adam didn’t mention it.
A long-abandoned Raven Cycle Adam/Ronan fic, where Ronan accidentally dreams an Adam who comes into the real world; complications ensue!
WIP game - tagged by @obscurecurse!
RULES: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.
i’m putting the ship names and fandoms because these are. absolutely nonsensical. out of context. enough that i had to open some of them to stare and remember what they were about. also i went back pretty far for some of these just for fun and have listed them in order from most to least recent. okkkkk here we go!
tagging @mistresscurvy @dsudis @giddygeek @magicalrocketships @writesharriet @strictlybecca @drunktuesdays @brooklinegirl @ziusik :)
nothing scarier than activity on an old post.....where did u find that thang
They are already selling data to midjourney, and it's very likely your work is already being used to train their models because you have to OPT OUT of this, not opt in. Very scummy of them to roll this out unannounced.
It's under "Visibility" on the blog configuration menu. You have to set it individually for each blog.
