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CC Draws Things

@cc-sketchbook / cc-sketchbook.tumblr.com

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"Show me?" Ben pleaded before she could leave it at that, "Please, I want to know. I need to understand where this pain is from, why you were so afraid."

Her hands moved to his temples where they hesitated, "Are you certain? This isn't something light Ben, it's what shaped everything I did afterward."

"Yes," Ben told her firmly, "I meant what I said, I need to understand what happened. If I don't I'll just go over it in my mind again and again and make it worse and worse. I don't want to do that anymore, I'm too tired." He was certain of that, whatever she'd seen that shook a woman he'd thought unshakeable, he needed to see it too.

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matan4il

Your comments on AO3 are more powerful than you know.

  • A comment on a fic more than once gave me the idea or inspiration I needed to add another part to that fic. It helped me to produce even more of the content that the reader who left it enjoyed so much.
  • A comment on an older fic reminded me that my fics don’t get lost 24 or 48 hours after posting. True, that’s when most fics get the majority of their hits, kudos and comments, so a writer sometimes feels like if a fic hasn’t done well in that time frame, it’s as good as gone. But some people discover and love such fics later on and that’s incredible.
  • A comment once stopped me from deleting my AO3 account. For reasons, I was feeling really low, like I had no talent and nothing to offer. Like everything I was posting was banal and worthless. And as my finger was hovering over the ‘delete account’ button, a mail notification let me know that someone left a comment on one of my fics. I went to read it and it was absolutely lovely. And it complimented not just that fic, but my writing overall. It helped me get through a rough moment.

Your comments can mean so much more than you know. You have more capacity to do good and help content creation in the fandom, that you and others enjoy, than you realize.

So this is my little note, as an author, to say THANK YOU to all the people who take the time to leave a comment on AO3 or send an ask on Tumblr or write kind words in the tags of a reblog. It all means so very much! <33333

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sariahsue

As an author, I can verify all these things. I’ve never gotten so discouraged that I wanted to delete my account, but nice comments can definitely turn my mood around.

And I *always* check the tags. 

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tyalangand

That totally reminds me of this one moment when I felt like shit about my writing and then this one person started going through all my works and leaving lovely comments on every single one! Comments are honestly the best!

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The explosion was brighter than even the daylight, a blue-white, that hurt, cutting behind Ben's eyelids! The snap BANG of it breaking the sound barrier rattled him down to his bones, and the shockwave chucked him like a ragdoll! Instinctively he grabbed the child and held him tight to his chest, shielding him with his arms!

Surely, Ben thought dizzily to himself, a signal that bright, loud, and obvious, must be impossible to miss…

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Long long ago, in a galaxy far far away... Ben smirked, resting his chin on his hand, "Oh you would be surprised." He lowered his voice conspiratorially, "I learned my first curse words from my mother. The songs I learned from my father and his "friends"." "No," Rey could feel a grin forming on her face, "She never would have let him, surely!" "She didn't like it," Ben shrugged, "But her job was critical and kept her far too busy to spare time keeping me out of trouble," there was a touch of regret and disappointed acceptance in his words, "I spent most of my time with my father anyway. It was that or leave me with a nanny droid, and Whills know I got very good at escaping from them fairly early on and it wasn’t wise to leave me alone." Rey laughed, trying to picture a tiny little Ben, all pudgy baby limbs and wild hair, sneaking past fussy droids to find his parents. She hoped it was as adorable as she imagined. "I still don't know that I entirely believe you. A bar or anywhere else Han might go for fun is absolutely not any place for a child." "Pot to the kettle. I can prove it." "How?" "Name a song. I bet you I know it."

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