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Writing tips for long fics that helped me that no one asked for.

1.) Don't actually delete content from your WIP unless it is minor editing - instead cut it and put it in a secondary document. If you're omitting paragraphs of content, dialog, a whole scene you might find a better place for it later and having it readily available can really save time. Sometimes your idea was fantastic, but it just wasn't in the right spot.

2.) Stuck with wording the action? Just write the dialog then revisit it later.

3.) Stuck on the whole scene? Skip it and write the next one.

4.) Write on literally any other color than a white background. It just works. (I use black)

5.) If you have a beta, while they are beta-ing have them read your fic out loud. Yes, I know a lot of betas/writers do not have the luxury of face-timing or have the opportunity to do this due to time constraints etc but reading your fic out loud can catch some very awkward phrasing that otherwise might be missed. If you don't have a beta, you read it out loud to yourself. Throw some passion into your dialog, you might find a better way to word it if it sounds stuffy or weird.

6.) The moment you have an idea, write it down. If you don't have paper or a pen, EMAIL it to yourself or put it in a draft etc etc. I have sent myself dozens of ideas while laying down before sleep that I 10/10 forgot the next morning but had emailed them to myself and got to implement them.

7.) Remember - hits/likes/kudos/comments are not reflective of the quality of your fic or your ability to write. Most people just don't comment - even if they say they do, they don't, even if they preach all day about commenting, they don't, even if they are a very popular blog that passionately reminds people to comment - they don't comment (I know this personally). Even if your fic brought tears to their eyes and it haunted them for weeks and they printed it out and sent it to their friends they just don't comment. You just have to accept it. That being said - comment on the fic you're reading now, just do it, if you're 'shy' and that's why you don't comment the more you comment the better you'll get at it. Just do it.

8.) Remove unrealistic daily word count goals from your routine. I've seen people stress 1500 - 2000 words a day and if they don't reach that they feel like a failure and they get discouraged. This is ridiculous. Write when you can, but remove absurd goals. My average is 500 words a day in combination with a 40 hour a week job and I have written over 200k words from 2022-2023.

9.) There are dozens of ways to do an outline from precise analytical deconstruction that goes scene by scene to the minimalist bullet point list - it doesn't matter which one you use just have some sort of direction. A partial outline is better than no outline.

10.) Write for yourself, not for others. Write the fic you know no one is going to read. Write the fic that sounds ridiculous. You will be so happy you put it out in the world and there will be people who will be glad it exists.

somebody posted this on fb to be homophobic about pride month but i think it's incredible

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*their painful screams and tears of guit are my favorite and the sweetest apologies* :)

"Isn't it my turn to haunt you?"

TW: Blood, Mention of death, Trauma, Mental abuse

Belphie woke up with a scream. He had a new recurring nightmare. This one, he could tell noone about. Especially not you.

"Belphie you're still awake? It's 3 AM." Beel asked worried. "Let me bring you some warm milk. It'll help you sleep, right?"

"No Beel. I don't want to sleep." Belphie said urgently. "Please. Let me stay awake."

The whole house was hushed in gentle concern over the next few days. Watching Belphie stumble around tired yet refusing to sleep was like watching Beel never touch food again.

They tried to everything to make him fall asleep but he refused it all, fought against his slumber with all his might.

"Are his nightmares back again?" Lucifer questioned, "He went through this phase after the war remember?"

"Maybe MC can help. Belphie cannot stay awake in MC's lap. He falls asleep within minutes." Beel suggested.

Mammon grumbled and scowled at the thought but agreed nevertheless.

That night you knocked on Belphie's attic door. He'd locked himself back up in there again - a clear sign of despair.

"Belphie? Won't you let me in? Don't worry I'm just here to talk."

He stared at you for a while before quietly unlocking the metal door with a clang. You sat next to him on the bed. He rested his head on your shoulder.

"It is a nightmare problem. I'm guessing my brothers already figured that out." He said.

You nod with a sheepish smile. "Want to talk about it?"

"I want to but...you are involved in it too. I don't want you to feel worried about it." He lifted his head up to look at you.

You looked nothing like Lilith. Not physically atleast. And yet you had exactly her kind eyes and her soft smile. So much that the more Belphie looked at you, the more you seemed to transform into her.

Suddenly his stomach churned, his heart sinking rapidly. No it wasn't just his imagination. You REALLY were turning into her.

Your hair grew longer, your eyes shifted on your face, and two glimmering wings sprouted rapidly on your back. Lilith's wings.

Belphie fell backwards, off the bed and onto the floor. He crawled across the floor, as you stood up and hovered over him.

With shaking hands he reached to open the attic door, but it was locked. From the outside. How was that even possible?

"What's wrong Belphie? Why do you look so terrified? Don't you remember me?"

The voice sounded like two people talking in unison. You and Lilith harmonizing your words.

"Please MC, Lilith, please I'm sorry I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" He curled up in a ball, banging his head against the door.

Hurting oneself in dreams was usually an effective way to wake up but it didn't seem to work on him.

"Get up, Belphie. Have you forgotten what you must do now?" The voices said. "Oh no, you remember, don't you? That's why you're so scared!"

He'd never felt so powerless and weak, "Please-please MC don't make me, please forgive me-"

"Get up and open your arms, Belphie. Do it."

A pact command. His body was forced to follow . He fought back with all his might, but he was being forced into position by unseen strings. A mere puppet in the hands of the body in front of him.

As he stood up with his arms raised, you embraced him. The way you had done when you finally rescued him. With so much affection and warmth...

How he wished he could see that before.

"Now, kill us." The voice spoke into his shoulder. But he heard it loud and clear.

He gritted his teeth and let out cries for help. "No, no, NO PLEASE NO MORE! BEEL! Beel! Beel where you?! Help me Beel! Stop me from doing this?! Lucifer! LUCIFER! Lock me back up, please Lucifer stop this! Please don't let me do this!! Please!"

And with that he lost control of his body. His hands were wrapped around your throat as tight as they could. He'd even flipped you around, banging the back of your head against the door.

"You have tormented me for so long Belphie. This was my nightmare before it was yours."

This time the voice was just yours.

"I lay a crying mess at night, because I had noone to call. These are your brothers. Your home. I had nothing here to claim as mine - except this horrible memory."

And then he heard it. Maniacal laughter. His laughter echoing around the room while Lilith and you let out small cries of help together.

Tears escaped Belphie's eyes watching both Lilith and you die by his hand. He tried to close his eyes, but couldn't even look away.

"You've had your fun for so long, Belphie. Isn't it my turn to haunt you?"

The wings broke off as he snapped your neck. You fell limp in his arms and fell to the floor, blood oozing of your neck where his nails dug in. Your eyes were frozen wide open in fear.

The face had shifted into yours again.

Belphie held onto your cold hand and placed it on his head. "MC... MC... MC, wake up.. MC.." Using your touch to calm himself, hoping with all his strength that you'd wake up.

But you didn't.

Belphie woke up with a scream. He had his nightmare again. He could tell noone about this. Especially not you.

this is to this day my favorite art advice i've ever seen. who is out here like damn figuring out where shadows go is just too hard. guess i've got to simply redraw this pose perfectly at a completely different angle and FOV

glimpse into my beautiful imaginary world where arthropods are really big and we domesticated them

edit: people are starting to say some "my worst nightmare" or "eeeww no that one is yucky and scary" comments on this like they do on any bug post and id like to say. it's fine if you don't like bugs it's fine if you're scared of bugs but don't put that on MY post clearly talking about how much i like them and how cute i think they are. you can make your own damn post about how much you hate wasps or spiders or whatever. i'm blocking people who make these kinds of comments.