Hey do you have any tips for someone starting out as a fan fiction writer?
I don’t know if those will be relevant or helpful at all, but here we go:
Write for yourself.
This will always be my number one advice.
When you write, you put a piece of yourself out there. And yourself cannot please everyone. There’s a reason why I say I write because I can’t afford a therapist and it’s right there. You write for yourself first and foremost, because you enjoy it, because it allows you to escape, or to express something. Writing is incredibly personal, so don’t let others influence you too much.
Don’t write for the hits, the kudos or the comments. Write for yourself.
Learn how to write a summary.
Ok. That’s highly hypocritical of me because writing a summary is my ultimate weakness. I’m terrible at them. What I usually do is pick out a few sentences that are enough to pique the reader’s interest without revealing too much of the intrigue.
Don’t write “I’m terrible at summaries, the story is better” or something like that. Don’t ask for kudos and comments in your summary. It puts people off.
Check, double-check and triple-check.
There is no best way to make me click on the back button than a story full of grammatical mistakes. English is a rich enough language that you can try to play with it and bound the rules a little, but knowing the difference between “you’re” and “your” is a must, even for the most unconventional writers.
Same for the tense: it’s either past tense or present tense, not both.
Dialogue must be clear. Two rules: your reader needs to know who said what to whom and only one speaker by paragraph.
If you’re not sure about something, don’t be afraid to ask and if you can’t ask, Google is your friend. And use a spell checker.
If you can get yourself a beta, it’s even better!
Your writing will never be 100% mistake-proof but there are some mistakes more easily forgivable than others.
Respect the original characters.
In fanfiction, you are working with characters who already exist beyond yourself. They already have existent traits that make them who they are and that are a big part of why people love them so much. Of course, you can play with them, you can add a few of your own, but try to stay true to the original character.
People read fanfiction because of the original work, rarely because they stumbled onto it hazardously. They are here for the characters. They will stick around if you write them respectfully.
And please, do not change canon queer characters’ sexuality.
If there’s a major character death, tag Major Character Death. If there’s anything whatsoever that could trigger someone, fucking tag it.
Otherwise, you are very free in your choice of tags (my tags are all over the place, let’s be real) but try to at least use some that would catch a potential reader’s attention.
Don’t spoil your story in the tags, though.
Have a plot.
Have at least a few scenes and the main intrigue outlined before you start writing.
It’s always better to begin with the end in mind. It makes for a more compelling and coherent plot.
Choose a point of view and stick to it.
There is nothing more confusing than a scene written with two, or more, different points of view.
If you choose to go with one character’s POV, stick to it until the end of the scene and don’t switch randomly unless your new point of view brings something to the plot, a new perspective or an insight into a character’s mindset. Even then, do not change back. Finish the scene with that character, not the first one.
Do your research.
For the love of Magnus Babe, if you’re writing about a sensitive subject or something you know nothing about, if you’re writing smut (especially gay sex) for the first time, if your character gets badly injured and you’re not a damn doctor yourself, even if you’re writing about a country you’ve never been to: do your research.
If writer’s block hits, take a break.
It will happen. It’s frustrating and we all hate it, but it will happen.
Don’t try to force yourself to write then. Take a break. Go for a walk. Listen to some music. Re-read something else you’ve written or something by someone else that you really loved. Write something random, about your day, about something entirely different from the story you’re working on. Eat something you love. Just keep your mind off of it for a while.
If inspiration doesn’t come back, skip that paragraph and go back to it later.
Interact with your readers.
Reply to comments, DMs, asks on tumblr, etc. Whether you have 2, 20, 200 or 17000, acknowledge your readers. They’re the reason why we do what we do, and we owe them a lot.
Try to update regularly.
This is a complicated one, and I’m the first one to forget about that rule.
The chance that I have is that I now have an audience that follows me from story to story and that is willing to bare with my fucked-up updating schedule.
You won’t have that chance when you’re just starting, so a good way to secure an audience and keep them interested in your story is to update regularly. It’s hard, but if you’ve got a few chapters written in advance before you start posting, it’s manageable.
Just start writing
Don’t overthink it.
Don’t try to come up with the most complicated plot. Just write what you want to write. If you’re willing to write it, there’s a high chance someone will be willing to read it.
What people find compelling and interesting doesn’t necessarily mean new and 100% original. We all love some good old prompts even though we’ve read different versions of it a hundred times before.
Just write whatever you want to write, and see where it goes from there.
Writing is hard. It takes practice and patience. There is something incredibly rewarding about writing fanfiction, though. The interaction with your readers is immediate and receiving a positive comment makes all the hard work worth it.
So, practice. Have patience. Hold on in there, and most importantly: have fun!
Making picture-perfect swirl-topped cupcakes might seem like something you should leave to the pros. But F&W Test Kitchen frosting maestro Justin Chapple has an easy shortcut. All you need is two colors of frosting, plastic wrap and a pastry bag—no artistic skills needed. Watch this week’s episode of Mad Genius Tips to learn how to make the most beautiful cupcakes ever.
Oh man so I ordered some knockoff Russian piping tips off Amazon and they’re super weird I love them! They’re a little tricky, and you need to use a stiff icing but for the most part these were really easy. Just a matter of experimenting.
A/N: Ta-daaaaa. Hello readers! Here’s this Gabriel smut as promised! To be honest I was sad when he died. Anyway- enjoy! ^-^
Word Count: 1,679
Warnings:smut! wing kink, mentions of burning.
It was after a hunt. The brothers had gone back to their bunker. You had gone back to your apartment.
You’re tense, muscles bunched and sore. It was uncomfortable. You were sure a bunch of knots have made their home in your back. Grunting, you drop your bag filled with weapons, going over to your bathroom. You turn on the water for your bathtub, making sure it’s extra hot to hopefully relieve some tension in your back. As it fills, you strip. Shoes, socks, pants, shirt. You were left in your undergarments and the tub was half full. As you reached for the clip of your bra, you start think over some things on the hunt.
The dragon’s grip was beginning to burn into your skin. You wrestled against it but to no avail. Your skin began to bubble and your yells of pain became louder. Dean and Sam were working on their restraints, grunting with the effort. Their jostling was becoming more and more desperate each second. The pain was excruciating to say the least, the way your skin seemingly melted away. Tears were streaming down your cheeks and your voice was raw from how much you were screaming. The dragon only smiled, continuing.
It was then he came in. Gabriel, otherwise known as the Trickster. He looked quite angry as he grabbed the dragon, killing him without hesitation. You lay there, practically dead until you felt the weird sensation of your skin melding back together and your voice coming back to you. His honey brown eyes stared worriedly into yours. His hands stayed on your shoulders, his lips quivering a little. Gabriel looked…sad. The Winchesters then ran over to you, knocking the archangel out of your sight and clouding yours with a bombardment of “Are you ok?” and “Please stay with us.” You looked around only to see that Gabriel had once again disappeared.
You wonder now where he went. You want to thank him. He really didn’t have to save you. You unclip your bra and throw it into the pile of your clothing. Your panties get the same treatment. By now, the tub was full and you switch off the faucet. Slowly, you dip your left foot in. When you feel the temperature is right, you submerge yourself, all but your face. You let out a loud sigh of relief, relaxing into the steaming hot bath. You needed this. Really needed it. You slowly feel the muscles in your back loosen. It feels great. Your hands rest on your stomach as you let out a little groan. A small, warm sensation begins to burn deep in your belly. And it wasn’t because of the water.
You tilt your head back against the wall, moaning softly as you run your right hand down your belly. It has been a while. A certain set of brown eyes crosses your mind. It only riles you up more. Your back arches as your fingers meet your folds. The water ripples and you moan louder, placing slow circles to your clit. You imagine it was Gabriel instead somehow, rubbing faster. Your stomach churns and tightens and you continue your noises of pleasure. ‘He’d rub his hands all over me…’ You mumble his name like a prayer under your breath, whimpering as you feel an orgasm coming on. Soon, you elicit a loud, long moan, cumming within the water. You shiver, letting out a shaky, satisfied breath. You definitely felt more relaxed now, the pleasure buzzing through you. ‘Wish it was actually him though…’
“So all this time, you’ve felt this way and never bothered to say anything?” You scream as you hear a familiar voice make itself present. “Masturbate to my image…you’re worse than me Y/N.” Your head snaps in the direction of your now open bathroom door. You eyes immediately connect with Gabriel’s. He’s smiling. Yours widen and you flush up with embarrassment. “You…You didn’t hear that did you?” You squeak, sinking into the water to hide your skin out of view. You know it’s pointless, but you just had to ask. “Oh I heard everything…” The archangel’s eyes seemingly darken with mischievous intent, glazing over your hidden nakedness. “A quick tip cupcake- don’t use an angel’s name in vain. Or was it my father’s? Either way it’s the same.” Gabriel steps into the bathroom. You look up to him, a little nervous. You curl up a bit. The water was now lukewarm at this point. “Wh-what are y-you going to do now?” You stutter, looking up to him as the blush continues to mark your cheeks. His smile slowly widens. “I’ve got an idea…now that you mention it.”
Suddenly, you’re no longer in the water but on a bed, completely dry. Though it’s quite obvious you have no clothing on. The blush seems to burn more into your face. Footsteps echo through the room. You look up and see Gabriel walking out. You eyes nearly bulge out of your sockets and a shiver rolls down your spine. He’s not wearing anything. Everything is out for you to see. Your eyes glaze over his body, like a delicious treat you can’t wait to eat. A shining glow causes you to shield your eyes for a second before it calms down. You look back and…your jaw drops and your eyes sparkle in amazement. His wings…he’s showing you his wings. They had a golden hue to them…like his eyes. You look back up to his face, sitting up. Your bashfulness of being exposed was long forgotten as you stared into his nervous eyes. He seemed to be scared to show you him. All of him.
You crawl towards him, expression not changing. He swallows, looking at you. All of you. His wings look like they’re so very soft…like silk almost. You reach out to comb your fingers through one of them, but Gabriel’s hand wraps around your wrist, stopping you. His gaze tells you to be very careful. “This is a very intimate and trusting gesture…please don’t make me regret it Y/N.” He says, slowly releasing his grip on your wrist. You drop your hand, sitting up straight. ‘Holy fuck…he’s trusting me?’ You then gaze up at him lustfully, a sexy smile making way on your lips. You giggle, standing and walking over to him. You see him swallow, eyes running over all your curves, lumps and bumps. His eyes fill with desire as you stand in front of him, wrapping your arms around his neck and standing on your tiptoes, tracing your lips on his ear. You feel him shiver, hands connecting on your hips.
“I don’t think you needed to tell me that love…but I promise anyways.” You nibble his earlobe and he grunts, pushing you back onto the bed. You squeak and giggle, backing up to give him room. He stares deeply into your eyes, crawling up towards you until he’s finally over you, face millimeters from yours. You feel his warm breath fan your cheeks. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you run you hands through his longish hair, connecting your lips together. Your tummy explodes with that pleasurable sensation, the previous wetness beginning to accumulate faster than before between your thighs. You let out a moan into his lips and he drinks it, setting his own hands on your thighs.
Soon, you break the kiss to breathe. Gabriel pants softly, staring at your exposed neck. He runs his tongue across it and you mewl, gripping his shoulders. Your eyes spot his wings yet again and you reach out, successfully running your fingers through his right one. You’re thoughts were correct. It was so very soft. He pauses whatever his was doing and fucking moans. Loudly at that. He grinds his hips into yours, and you feel his obvious arousal dig into your stomach. That alone would be masturbation material for years. The fire that’s your own arousal shoots up thrice as much now and you’re beyond soaked, a puddle forming in the sheets. Gabriel whimpers, readying himself. “Please do that again…or I’ll make you beg instead.” You shiver at the huskiness in his voice. Impatient however, you groom your fingers yet again through his wing. He shudders in his own pleasure, moaning yet again and slamming into you.
You yell out in surprise and arch your back, moaning out loudly in your own bliss. He filled you like none before. Your hand accidentally grips on his feathers, tugging harshly. You hear Gabriel yelp and you quickly move your hand so it’s gripping his shoulder. “Shit I’m sorry-” He bites your neck in return and your hands claw his shoulders, voice stuck in your throat as your eyes roll to the back of your skull. ‘Fuck.’ He begins to move, choked gasps and moans leaving your throat every so often. Only thing you could do was hang on for the ride. Your hands vary from his back to his wings to his neck. He clung onto your hips, crushing them in his grasp. He continues to bite and suck on your neck, a hand drifting to lazily stimulate your clit. He only, grunts, groans and moans into your ears. “Gabe-Gabriel oh g-” He silences you with his lips before you could finish what you were saying. “Don’t you dare fucking finish that sentence.” He growls, thrusting into you with renewed vigour. You scream and shudder as your orgasm washes through you, leaving you a jittering mess. Gabriel’s thrusts speed up more, hitting you rough and deep.
You cum a few times more until finally, with one last tug on his wings, the archangel let’s out a whining growl and pulls out, cumming all over your stomach. You collapse onto your back, too tired to move. Definitely got rid of all those knots. Gabriel sweetly cleans you off, pressing a chaste kiss to your folds before crawling into the bed again, pulling you into his chest. You curl up, yawning.
“Hey Gabriel?” You mumble, tracing his chest tiredly. “Yes sweetpea?” “Thank you.” “For what?”
Instead of ordering an unnecessarily large cake, order cupcakes that every guest will enjoy! You can even personalize them to make your guests feel even more special to celebrate the big day with you.
2. Cake Pops
Like cupcakes, cake pops are a wonderful way to give a small treat to each guest. They can be decorated easily. Our favorite tip: put a candle on each one, so every person can make a wish for the happy couple. There’s never a thing called too much luck!
Who doesn’t love this bite sized dessert? They come in countless colors and flavors and less messy! Why get icing everywhere when you don’t have to?
Similar to cupcakes and cake pops, we love the versatility and personalization possible with these mini creations. Unlike their siblings, they invoke the same timelessness and classic wedding cake symbol, just smaller! Instead of one flavor, mix and match varieties! Chocolate, anyone?
5. Sprinkle Cake
Why not pretend life is one giant ice cream parlor? We love how sprinkles create a retro vibe, which is perfect for any bride looking to throw a vintage themed wedding! Girls just wanna have fun—a saying we live by everyday!
Someone borrowed and lost my Sarah Waters collection and, since she is speaking at my university this week, I have replaced them. Re-reading these books, I love them more than ever. It will be amazing if she signs them!