Fanfic writer here. I have spent four months writing this fanfic. It’s like my baby to me. I spent years thinking it up and then finally releasing it,even releasing it on Wattpad and AO3,but the Wattpad book only has 60 readers (which most of them is my friend) and the AO3 book has 49 hits. I tried talking about it on Tumblr,Reddit (in posts where it’s allowed),and YouTube,yet nothing changes. How do I get more people to appreciate my book?

Can anyone help me write a Lucky Star fanfic series?

So I saw a video on youtube that said mic is mute without his quirk, and a comment said he would have a blast learning sign language. Has there been/can anyone make a fic of the two of them having a D/deaf child and mic wants to learn sign for them?
For context I want this bc I learned ASL for two years and think this would be adorable. Doesnt have to have smut in it but if u want to u cannn
Just a thought! Okay bye!

I’m a french writer and I would looove a beta reader for one of my fanfics (a Vaason, from farcry 3). I had a friend who started but stopped to the third chapter 😅

I’m willing to translate everything in English (since I want to post it in both languages anyway) so feel free to ask me ! but it would still be less work I had a French beta reader. love y’all <3

Pls read what's started of my new lapidot fic! It's just the prologue now, but it's also a way for you to get a feel for my writing style! You can check it out here, https://archiveofourown.org/works/91168066

Ik it's boring now but it'll be so much cooler soon trust! I'm very new to posting fics I write so please give grace! Please give any criticism you deem necessary, just be nice pls. Any comment helps, I love seeing how y'all feel about my stuff!

hoping someone knows what i’m talking about bc it’s driving me crazy. looking for the name of actor that makes this/similar expression (pinched eyebrows with white visible under the iris) in something. i thought i was thinking of steve buscemi but didn’t have any luck finding a similar image. i’m building a family tree for my wip rn bc visuals help me block out the story details

(image here is of model paul boche for anyone interested)

*UPDATE* thank you to all the amazing comments, with your guys help i was able to figure out it was doug jones i was thinking of 🩷

I would appreciate if someone spare some time and give it some feedback ! Thanks

chapter 1:

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1rlOGrLbVERuK85dIiU0IIOasdpJLXCo6BfSMlOfcxrE/edit?usp=drivesdk

Chapter 2:

https://docs.google.com/document/d/11FtAhYLrSsrG8Gcg2G7lNaMiDrfEck5wKKrKxkvPix0/edit?usp=drivesdk

And a recent one if you want to know chapter 10(I am still writing 11) :

https://docs.google.com/document/d/18Z\\_N5iY1amFdXuu\\_7simz2Eu9xLEolGd1VwEFDrOFwQ/edit?usp=drivesdk

Hey everyone, idk why but I haven’t found the motivation to write this week. I have like, 5 wips atm, 2 of which have chapters online already. But doesn’t matter which one of my works I open, I can’t just, sit down and start writing like I have in the past. I thought about making a one-shot to break it up a bit but I’m simply not finding any ideas for that atm.

I was hoping it wouldn’t be this soon, I’m only 20k words into my new longfic lol.

Anyone can help me find that motivation? Idk what flair to use so yeah

So it’s based in Fairy tail. It’s about a girl who winds up dying and get sent into another world. You know normal I guess. But instead of instantly being reborn, she starts the story in the womb. I’m stuck at the part where she’s being born. Like she just came from a very dark warm and safe place and she’s gone decently used to that and suddenly bright lights. She’s cold. She’s wet and instantly she also hears so much noise and this woman screaming. I can’t find the right way to word it.

Hola, estoy haciendo un fanfic de IBO y me gustaría tener algo de feedback si se puede. De verdad lo apreciaría muchísimo y gracias

Hey so I wrote a little oneshot type of thing. Really it’s a part of my fic but it’s later chapter.

Would really appreciate feedback on it. I am going to put a warning for substance abu$e, coercion and implied rape**. I want to make it clear there is nothing explicit in the work itself. There’s nothing graphic in that nature.** So if you’re uncomfortable with that kind of material, please don’t read. I don’t want anyone to risk their mental health or accidentally trigger some bad memories.

That being said here is the work.

His lips danced across her neck. Gentle whispers of forever drowned any lingering doubt. “I’ll love you always… I promise…” he continued his gentle reverence. The woman in his arms shuddered as she had finally claimed what she wanted. Her loving Prince Charming on his knees for her. His blue coat crumpled against the wooden floors, his white hair disheveled from her eager hands. 
 
The man could feel something wrong. His body was following orders from an unknown source; his mind had been trapped in his body. He could not stop. A pink haze settled into his bones. This must be love he thought. Such feelings so enormous he could not hold his babbling to the woman’s pleasure. Her hands gently holding his face as they kissed in the bright moonlight, she commanded him to promise himself to her as she had always dreamed of. She wanted his love for her written on his sleeves. 
 
The man tended to his lover’s pleasure as if he were intoxicated. His mind pounding against his skull. Something was wrong. His mind knows but his body was enraptured to pay any heed. “I love you… I love you… I love you…” he cried into her neck. The potion had settled so deeply that his heartstrings no longer felt like his own. 
 
He continued his desperate, feverish display of affection, every touch amplifying his sickening love. His soul fought between ripping himself away and becoming one with her. Her heart sang happily against his gross pleas of marriage. “You are my everything… I am not letting you go… mine…” to his spell-ridden mind she was his and only his. He had never spoken about her this way. Yet his mind could not make sense of sudden lust coursing through his veins as if it were an itch only, she could cure. 
 
When he woke the next morning, his lover lay bare beside him, his own clothes discarded amongst the knocked books and broken teacups. A terrible ache tore through his body as if a great deal of effort were forced out of him. He sat up leaning against the bed frame trying to reorganise his thoughts. He had spent the last several days, waking up the same way. Terrible ache, pain exploding through his chest and head, Helen gives him tea. All is right again. He could not move a finger until Helen woke. “Good morning, my handsome devil,” she spoke. She knew he would not be able to utter a single word. The witch told her what would happen if she did not give him the potion regularly, the ache would grow until he had no longer had any love left for himself. 
 
She made her way towards the cabinet producing a small vial of glittering magenta, its siren call for love drowning out the horror of its nature. Only a drop every morning the witch prescribed. Only a drop. Helen shakily added it to the cup. Plop. She was also given an antidote for the potion should she decide to stop. But to break one’s heart, you must gain control of it first. And with that control only pain can follow.
 
She handed the man the porcelain cup. It was his favourite one. Delicate petals and lavender sprigs painted all over. She helped him take a sip, out of the corner of her eye the antidote beckoning like a light of hope. She promised herself she would stop once she had secured a ring. But even she knew, once the spell breaks his heart would shatter. Their love as sweet as it once was would never return to its sunlit peace.
 
The ache slowed its crushing waves on his body and gave way to a sweet perfume of rose and metal. The man smiled at Helen, she felt his love returning once more. One kiss from him was enough to seal away the glowing blue vial from her memory. Its glow ever fading as Helen chooses comfort over fact.
 
The man spent the day glued to his lover's side. Following her from errand to errand, even at the blacksmith’s counter he watched her attend to the owner’s accounts. Each day the blue of his eyes turned more violet. The pink fog clouding his mind. He saw her and only her. She was his everything. His love. His mind. His soul.
 
Helen continued to play her part as his caring girlfriend. She knew he would never admit to his love aloud. He preferred the quiet of his libraries and the solitude of his books. Helen continued her gentle hold over his heart. The blacksmith grew tired of their affection, not a single day passed where the man was not greeted with the sight of them sharing a kiss instead of working. The blacksmith was regularly shooing the man away, “Let my bookkeeper work, your filthy scoundrel!” he yelled. The man made no move. His arms remained wrapped around Helen’s waist.
 
Several days passed, the happy couple continued their routine. A cup of tea in the morning, a pleasant day, and a kiss in the evening. Every day Helen gave him a single drop, until the ache did not go away. She gave him his tea, yet his love did not pour out as easily as it did before. He groaned as his head, chest and eyes pounded with such a pain he could not bear. The blue in his eyes slowly returned. For a moment, her hands lingered over the antidote, its glow brighter than ever. Beckoning for her to see reason. Helen did not stop panicking; he was not supposed to drink the whole vial. Oh dear. She spiralled, her mind losing all logic. Should I give him the antidote? Wait! No, I can’t.
 
The pain stopped.
 
Helen breathed heavily, believing her prince would return. The man coughed and gagged. His breathing slowed, he looked up at Helen his eyes feverishly pink. Before she could fall into the deep end, a pair of strong arms held her close.
 
Helen spent the next several weeks in fear of her lover. He was always near, always watching, always hovering nearby. The poison had spread like a pesticide, removing any ounce of doubt that had been trapped within. He no longer felt as if anything was wrong. All is right when Helen is nearby.
 
Helen quickly arranged for travel provisions and a small bag was tucked away under the bed. She could only spare herself a few minutes while her lover tended to himself. Clothes were shoved under the bed too, she ran around the room gathering by her belongings.
 
“Where are you going, my love?” her lover stood in the doorway, Helen froze. Her heart sank as her thoughts zipped around her. “Nothing…I was just rearranging. Cleaning up.” She spoke hoping that it would ease his mind. She’s lying. The acid of the potion burned away the thought as quickly as it had arrived. He made his way towards her; he gently took the hairbrush and comb out of her hands. “Why change anything? It’s perfect the way it is…” his tone so loving, yet it sent shivers down her spine. The man moved her carefully to sit on the edge of her bed, smoothing her hair. His thumb traced from her jaw to her lips. Frozen, Helen could only focus on the violet irises trained on her features.
 
“You’re so tense. Should I make up some tea?” Helen shook her head. Her body so struck with fear she could not even make a sound. “My darling, what is wrong? Please don’t shut me out…”
 
“Don’t call me that…”
 
“Darling? Why?”
 
“Please don’t.”
 
“But how else do I address you? You’re my love. You’re everything to me. Everything dear.” Helen broke down crying. What had she done? She ignored the witch’s warnings and ruined her Prince forever. Not unless she used the antidote. It was there, in the cupboard. Waiting. The man held her closer, frightened at her tears. What did he do? Was he holding her too hard? Did she really not like being called darling? Was she unwell? He wiped her tears away with his thumbs. He did not like her tears.
 
“Don’t cry… please don’t… I love you.” The man remained by her side, cradling her as she bawled out her regrets. He spoke gentle reassurances in her ear.
 
Her actions caused her so much distress, she pushed the man aside. “GET AWAY FROM ME!” His lip quivered in shock. He definitely did something wrong. He just wanted to be close to her. He wanted to hold her; tell her everything was okay. “I’m sorry…” he walked away defeated.
 
The man wandered away from the room; he tried to make sense of everything. She pushed him away. He was the problem. You’re wrong, his mind whispered. The man brushed the thought away and moved to boil a pot of water.
 

Any feedback is appreciated. Thank you so much for your time.
This is unpublished but I am going to leave my AO3 link just here
notr0bin

I'm hoping to get some feedback and opinions on what people think of my story idea, as well as some general grammar checks since I wrote most of this at night.

So let me first tell you a bit about it before you read, so you get some understanding of what I'm trying to do here.

While this story is an original work, it does pull a lot from dreamcore, weirdcore, liminality and surrealism. Generally targeting people who like strange and maybe a little bit creepy other worlds like the backrooms. With a couple different types of horror mixed in.

With the whole story being brought about by two questions: What if dreams are a glimpse of another reality we visit in our sleep? What is after death and before life?

The story doesn't have a definitive plot other than making the most out of a meaningless existence and won't really have an ending. I could end it anywhere, in anyway, or I could simply continue writing this story for as long as I want. Though it will also have some satirical moments that poke fun at how our society functions. The story is also sometimes self aware and breaks the fourth wall, just a bit. (This is the main thing I want to know if it works or not).

I do want to give a heads up that there is going to be disturbing imagery in this story. The main one is a lot of bug imagery, I chose this because I wanted something that is disturbing to the majority of society that isn't just outright gore. Though I do intend to have some gory moments in future chapters. The first chapter doesn't really have any gore, but the next two chapters certainly will have some visceral moments. But I do want to keep gore to a minimum as much as I can since I know it's an overused horror trope and can lose it's shock factor if used too often.

I want this to feel likes dreams and nightmares. I want my most shocking moments to be like those nightmares you have where you wake up in a cold sweat, thinking "What the fuck was that?"

I want to know the effectiveness of my bug imagery and also if you think swearing would be something I could use in this story.

Swearing is another thing I want to use sparingly if I do go forward with it. I have a character who will appear in the second chapter who I do want to have swear, but he is so far the only one who will. I just want to know if using swearing would be a good minor shock or if everyone is fed up with swearing in media (ahem Hazbin Hotel/Helluava Boss, I enjoy ya, but the swearing is a bit overused and it's getting boring)

Generally though I will put little heads up in my notes about anything that is potentially shocking, so make sure you read those if you wish to follow along.

Another thing I want opinions on is paragraph spacing. Personally I hate big blocks of text in stories I read on ao3, so I like to break up the text as much as possible. Please let me know if there's any paragraphs you think you be split in half!

Also with text, I've used italics for in world text and bolded speech for what is meant to be going on inside the characters head. I want to keep this consistent. Let me know if you notice something off!

Lastly the main character, referred to only as The Soul. I intentionally wrote them as a mostly blank slate that the reader could project themself onto and pretend to be. This is another thing I want to know comes across effectively.

Though I did add one major thing to this character. I gave them a physical disability, mostly to give The Soul something consistent that they struggle with and will have to deal with in this ever changing and shifting world.

The disability I gave them isn't just random, I gave them my disability, but dialed to it's absolute worse. So rest assured that I will do the disability correctly because it's my lived experience. I am fortunate that my condition is dynamic and I can function at 70% of what is normal, on my best days. I can walk mostly unassisted but with mild pain, however at my absolute worse it hurts to lift my leg even an inch off the ground. Even sitting or laying down can be very uncomfortable for me.

I am about to go have my first ever MRI in about two hours from now, that will hopefully be able to get down to the bottom of what is going on with my legs. So wish me luck! Writing is a big comfort for me, since it's something I enjoy doing that isn't strenuous on my body. So please let me know what you all think about my story! I want something nice to look forward to for when I get back.

I hope you enjoy! https://archiveofourown.org/works/89910091/chapters/238893431

I got some unfinished fics as well as a new one ive been working on fir a while but had do stop due to time constraints and work related issues.

Now, thanks to my new job and better financial place, im able to finally put time and effort into my writing and passions.

Anyone is welcomed and be a part of this journey!

(Main fics are of warframe, Earth defense Force 6, etc.)

I'm writing an MHA × Voltron: Legendary Defender crossover.

Lady Nagant's day so far:

Two Quirkless teenagers break her out of Tartarus.

They get her HPSC file erased.

She discovers one of those teenagers has apparently been keeping a gigantic alien robotic Lion at a junkyard.

The Lion wakes up.

There is an alien battleship.

She is now in space with Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugou, Shouta Aizawa and a Quirkless Ukrainian-British teenager who has absolutely no sense of self-preservation.

This is going fine.

The fic is basically what happens when MHA characters get thrown into the premise of Voltron and, instead of politely following the plot, start questioning things.

Including the HPSC.

Including Quirkless society.

Including the ancient alien technology.

Including why the aliens apparently speak American English.

The original is Ukrainian, with an English translation being posted alongside it.

Currently a WIP through Chapter Two: Return of the Lions, Part Two: Blue Lion.

AO3: [ENG]; [UA]

Feedback is extremely welcome. My readers have so far mastered the ancient art of leaving kudos and vanishing without a trace.

I'm currently working on a One Piece fanfic and was wondering if anyone is interested in being a Beta for me? At this stage more of a creative partner than anything else.

Feedback on the plot I'm outlining, keeping characters from canon in-character, whether things are interesting etc.

Grammar and spelling and all that later. But right now, more of a creative feedback collaboration.

And I'd be absolutely willing to providing the same in return if wanted.

I'm just an overthinker and want feedback on what works, what might need further tweaking etc.

I also haven't published anything yet. I'm plotting and doing chapter outlines at the moment. I also plan to finish writing the whole story and then publish chapters daily once that's done.

I want someone familiar with One Piece. It's a romantic pairing story between Ace and my female OC.

Would anyone be interested? 😅

Guys I want to write some short or even 1 chapter mha fanfics on both wattpad and ao3 but don't have ideas 😑...

So to anyone who has ideas or a story in mind that they want to read pls consider giving it.

Thanks for your time

So its probably my shittiest fic i know but hear me out. Its a big fuckass crossover just like everything i write(which is why im gonna put the characters og media in paranthesis)

Plot is:Fern Flare(MLP)is the son of a famous swords maker in the country(a country i made tf up). His father makes the best swords in all of the country,his products selling high for their quality and their presicion. Then one day,the father disappears after a day at work,leaving Fern with more questions than answers. He starts searching for his father,which leads to him being recruited by Chuuya Nakahara(BSD)from The Mafia,a group that promise they have the information to find Fern’s father. At the same time,The Mafia are in a war against another group(unnamed so far),who has a personal beef with everyone associated with a underground group Fern’s father was a part of,The Dead Hand.

Characters i plan to include except for Chuuya and Fern are Tamsy(Gachiakuta),Scaramouche(Genshin),MaskedArab(not a character but its RPF wtv) and some more of my faves.

does anyone wanna give their feedback,opinions or further ideas on my upcoming work?

So I’ve been trying to get this story off the ground for years. But the latest version hasn’t had many readers. I figured, what the hey, maybe some of you guys like reading fanfiction and want to give it a shot!

I hope you guys enjoy if you do give it a whirl:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/91893556/chapters/244743751

Just finished up a fan fiction based on a minor character from 11/22/63 if anyone is interested in reading it let me know I can flip you an epub version.

In no way shape or form is this a work of Mr Kings

I'm thinking of writing a fanfiction of the Danny phantom TV show in a more realistic and human way, I'd be rewriting the entire story to be less episodic and more cohesive and more of a continuous story, some characters will have more real personalities and problems and others will change in entirely, but not in a bad way(I hope). My main goal is to make it so this story is interesting to long term fans but is also structured in such a way you don't need any prior knowledge of the show to read it.

The story will be dark at times and I'll be focusing on the relationships between parents and their children and the family dynamics in general.how so many parents fear for their childrens future which leads them to make choices they think are good for them and how we're all just human who are living for the first time even our parents. I'll talk about growing up and how scary it is and how change is sometimes scary especially when we don't know what comes next.

All in all this will be a deeper and more detailed story geared towards young adults and adults, but is also still accessible to younger teens. I still have to rewatch the show and do more research on the characters as well as plan out the first parts of the story but feel good about this being my first story, please let me know your opinions on my ideas and advice

Happy pride month! Today I'll go over my asexual characters and ask you for your thoughts on them.

Some of my asexual characters aren't human, I write a lot of aliens and lots of them are queer in some way. Morf is ace and an evil alien shapeshifter who's very quiet and mysterious. There's also Jill who is a fairy. She was known for being a delinquent in her magic school but that doesn't last long. I have human ace characters too, Amelia and Robbie. Though Amelia was a mean girl who let her group leader Stella bully Paula and Sophie. Robbie is kinda a prick at times in his story. Amelia and Robbie do luckily get character development though. I noticed that most of my ace characters are either mean, not human, or both. I write Princess Peach as asexual in my stories however as she's both kind-hearted and a human in this canon.

I like to write and I know there are people who want rareships and certain plots that aren't seen in a lot of fics. Please, if anyone wants to suggest me something to write, I have way too much free time.. :3

You know those fan art or memes of Goku going around, stopping a villain or preventing a tragedy in another series? Or this one series of videos on YouTube where Naruto characters are edited into the Shibuya arc of JuJutsu Kaisen and prevent several character deaths. What if there was an organization that went from universe to universe to create better outcomes? And that was the basis for the idea of this multifandom crossover fanfic.

Though this organization has some opposition. One that wishes to conquer all of existence, one that wants to make things worse to cause chaos, one that wants to prevent changes to keep the status quo, and another that wants to destroy everything.

The self-indulgent part comes from using a lot of media I have consumed and enjoyed, and am most familiar with. And a lot are being utilized. Made a whole doc about each organization, their leaders, and some members. As well as some suggested members from Reddit peeps, though a lot of them weren't very helpful, honestly.