List Of Favorite Things As A Fanfic Author:

list of favorite things as a fanfic author:

When someone is really freaking mad at me for inducing an emotional response from them

when readers give me a background of how/when they read my writing

when readers give me a background of why they shouldn’t have been reading my writing (usually while at work)

when readers quote my work back to me in comments

the frickin’ real heroes here, the ones who comment on every chapter of an ongoing multi-chapter fic

This sounds like a good prompt to use

Writing Prompt #2225

"Aren't you simply exhausted with the hero routine?"

"It's not a routine—I have to do what's right, and I do. No matter how difficult it's going to be."

"Yes, it's so right to sacrifice yourself again and again and again for others who don't simply care that much that it's you at the end of the day. As long as someone takes care of their problems, then things are swell."

crush prompts (bc valentines asdfgfds)

finding excuses to talk to them

lingering near where their friends are

when they look at you and your heart skips

sitting next to each other and them leaning slightly so your shoulders brush

EYE CONTACT GIVE ME ALL OF IT

thinking of them and smiling smiling smiling and your One Friend knows why and it's just ughh

catching a glimpse of them hall and thinking about it for the rest of the day

bonus: wondering if it's them or not and thinking about THAT.

when they come to youuu

craning your neck to see if they're there

the heightened senses when you know they're in the same room as you

checking all the lists and emails to see if they're a part of them

cheeks turning pink when someone mentions them

suddenly starts seeing them everywhere

overthinking every little interaction

overthinking every fictional reaction

wondering if they'll appear at any/all events you have

ears perking when someone says their name

you're talking, sitting together, they keep making excuses to lean over and check your computer, to talk

laughing together (in a good way))

but like. good, amused laughing yk.

projects together

your friend dragging you to check if they're in club, you reluctantly (?) following

the swoop of the stomach when they look

thinking about them all the timeeee getting distracted and vague and your friends ask why you're tired

Taylor swift on repeat (but this fits anything tbh)

bonus:

realizing oh that was a bad choice after several committed months of blushing

still getting butterflies even years later

heart growing heavy when you look at them later

I'm actually really looking forward to you working more / reworking Queen Britta! I'll ask about the title Strings of fate ( i'm a sucker for fate things)

I'm excited to work more on Queen Britta, I have a few new ideas that I started putting on paper, but the big thing is that they are going to get help getting the queen out of the tree ;). I'm planning on writing a few chapters before posting anything.

Strings of Fate is a Princess Tutu AU story where the two main characters each made a wish as kids and gained special abilities. Fakir can see the multicolored strings of fate as he goes through his life and Ahiru has dreams of her past life but can't remember them very clearly. The day they meet for the first time, Fakir sees a new string color.

Excerpt:

Fakir shook his head, loosing a yellow thread that had been caught in his green-black hair. He wasn’t sure he would ever grow accustomed to the feeling of threads surrounding him, and moving to a small city for school was an absolutely terrible idea. Not to mention the shiny threads just outside his field of vision were giving him a massive headache. He pulled his sunglasses from his bag and put them on. 

He got off the bus at the next stop and waded into a sea of strings. His eyes were locked on the pavement when a woman knocked into him, yellow converse stumbling around but continuing toward the bus. 

“Sorry,” she called back. 

He should have looked up, should have seen what she looked like, but all he could focus on was the shining amethyst string that wrapped around his wrist when she hit him. By the time he looked, all he could see was the bus driving away, violet thread waving at him limply through the window. 

Disa optional?

So my optional fic was made as a what if scenario. This is spoilers for end of season 5 btw... so fair warning

Thanks to some stories of reincarnation (Zelda / the fallen series) with the theory of going farther down the family tree, there could be doppelgangers (Think basically Katherine and Elena in vampire diaries).

What if Baldric hadn't needed to redo the champion spell? He was able to save Hexala (just in time I might add) and Lady Ermingaurd, Chlodwig, and Macklyn arrived to aid Gretta and the rest to defeat Ragana and Hammond. There wouldn't have been a reason for the queen to contact Dwight and the bat hieroglyph wouldn't exist. A thousand years later, Dwight is reeling from the loss of Gretta and the newfound family he'd acquired. He walks through the hallways of school quite sad and rather alone. That is until he rounds a corner and suddenly crashes into someone...

Papers were sent flying like bits of confetti, floating until they covered the floor all around him.

"Sorry about that! I should've been watching where I was going!" Dwight scrambled to grab the papers scattered everywhere around him. He collected them into a neat pile, tapping them onto the floor. Standing up, he turned around to face the person he'd crashed into. Raising his head from seeing the girl's black jeans, he froze, blinking quickly to make sure what he was seeing.

"Can I... have my papers back?" The girl in front of him awkwardly asked.

He couldn't be imagining things, could he? She had long, straightened, dark brown hair that fell past her shoulders to the middle of her back. She wore a pretty green sweater that brought out the green in her eyes behind a pair of thin, black-framed glasses.

She didn't have any braids in her hair, armor on, or a sword at her side but she looked so familiar...

I love Dwight and Gretta together so much that I decided against this, even though it still lives rent-free in my brain. Some ideas for it were WAY far fetched and added so much drama that they didn't work at ALL.

OMG the little thumb rub for reassurance because they're together again. I'm MELTING.

You cannot tell me your boy doesn't start using physical touch as a love language!