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sarah | she/her | writer
mostly rwrb, sometimes other things
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welcome! :D

hi all! i’m sarah (she/her, 24)

i write on ao3 as anincompletelist & soldouthaz. below you’ll find the links to all of the important things including fics, playlists, and wips, etc.! both this blog and my fics may feature 18+ content.

feel free to reach out to me with any questions or if you'd like to chat about writing etc., I'm on here and discord (same user) mostly!

thanks for stopping by, and enjoy! :D

Full offense but your writing style is for you and nobody else. Use the words you want to use; play with language, experiment, use said, use adverbs, use “unrealistic” writing patterns, slap words you don’t even know are words on the page. Language is a sandbox and you, as the author, are at liberty to shape it however you wish. Build castles. Build a hovel. Build a mountain on a mountain or make a tiny cottage on a hill. Whatever it is you want to do. Write.

Your voice is what makes your writing kickass. Do not do not do not strive to make it sound like everyone else’s.

This! So so so much this!

But especially this:

use said, use adverbs

I don’t know who is out there telling y'all not to do these things but they should be taken out behind the woodshed and shot. I heard the same dumb advice when I was young and it pains me to see it still going around.

Only you can write like you. There’s no shame in copying or parodying while trying to find your style; we all do it. It’s like trying on a new outfit. But you don’t wear the same outfit as the mannequin at the store, you assemble your own outfit. If you’re really gung-ho, you tailor your clothes to be flattering to specifically you. Apply the same principle to your writing.

Anonymous asked:

spideypool fic rec list please!!!!

Paradise (spread out with a butter knife) by Sarah_Sandwich [T, Graphic Depictions of Violence, 72K]

He sighs from where he’s prone, arms akimbo, and roof gravel digging into his spine. “I lost my job. My… other job. The one that actually pays the bills.” He doesn’t want to dwell on why he’s telling Deadpool of all people. Surely it has nothing to do with his desperate lack of friends. MJ is in California chasing her dreams, Harry’s undergoing treatment for his mental health and isn’t allowed visitors (not that it matters since they blacklisted Peter after last time), and Gwen… Well. And it’s not like he can talk to Aunt May without her worrying about him starving to death under a bridge or something so… Deadpool it is. Man, when did his life get this pathetic. OR: The one where Peter and Wade are literal soulmates but don't realize it for literal years because they're literal idiots.

kam's notes: My favoritest SMDP fic. It’s a soulmate au and it has one of the best characterizations of Peter and Wade. It burns so slow and so good. My favorite thing about this fic is how unique but somehow familiar this universe is. Peter is bad at being an adult and Wade is larger than life. I love the transition from strangers to friends to best friends to partners to roommates to soulmates/heartmates to lovers. I could not recommend this enough. 

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