Fanfiction is great because you can see so clearly how people learn to write.
Some people, it's clear, learned almost entirely through absorbing the world around them. Grammar and punctuation will be all over the place, spellings are approximate, but the voice of the narration will come through so clearly. You can hear the dialect of the people around them as of they're telling the story. It's not a written story, it's a transcription of how they talk in their day to day life.
Some people learned through reading a gazillion books as a kid. Grammer and spelling will be rock solid, formatting occasionally based on the single tab of physical books rather than the double tab of online scrolling, but dialogue is often stilted and overly formal. You might notice a lack of contractions and very rigid rules they made for consistency that actually have a lot more flexibility than they think. They tend to have a fantastic grasp of sentence flow, though.
And other people formally learned how to write. This could be anywhere from taking school classes seriously because they enjoyed writing stories as a kid to literal certifications and jobs in the field. Grammer is flawless. Punctuation is triple checked. Foreign words are in italics. Characters have distinct voices. But their self indulgence is tempered by perfectionism. They know precisely what they want from a fic. Authors notes often feature mutterings about their happiness with the chapter. Kaomojis often appear! They seek a style to their writing, and it makes for some wonderfully clever plots! These are the ones most likely to get fun with formatting!
And some people.... Some people examined it all. They dissect dialogue, people watch, cross reference behaviours and compare characters to people irl. You can tell almost immediately who had formative experiences with Terry pratchett and/or ghibli, because it's these people. While others see writing as fun, expression, craft, they see it as art. Plain and simple. Sure, the grammar is occasionally sacrificed on the altar of creative freedom, and the occasional sentence might miss a full stop, but these people seem to self reflect on themselves as part of the art making process. On occasion, these people have the most masterful grasp of dialogue and invocation and hand sewn characterisations. Formatting is pretty standard because all the focus is on the actual words. These fics can be edited to the moon and back!
All of these can vary wildly in forethought and quality, and betas can often catch individual problems before they hit post, but just. Isn't it so cool? What's that one Oscar Wilde quote about every mask just being another fragment of yourself?
Did you recognise yourself?
#twasalsomewhodecidedtohavethemsplitapartaskids #*mauivoice*yourewelcome
My characters are so happy right now :) Should I... ruin... everything?
do you ever think about how if you dive into the ocean and go deeper and deeper you will pass through layers of darker and darker blue until everything is black and cold and the pressure will be so intense that it will kill you without protection but if you keep going you will find little glowing specks of light, and if you go up into the sky and go higher and higher you will pass through layers of darker and darker blue until everything is black and cold and the pressure will be so intense that it will kill you without protection but if you keep going you will find little glowing specks of light
Cats getting caught doing crimes
Knowhere. 4 days after the abduction of Kevin Bacon.
“You knew.”
“What?”
“You knew the whole time, Nebula.” Mantis paused, deep in thought. Then finally, all those questions bubbled to the surface and formed one word. “How?”
Nebula was getting annoyed. “Again, knew what? I don't read minds, bug.”
“That Ego is my father.”
“Was,” Nebula corrected. Mantis flinched. Her antennae flickered a bit.
“I told you yesterday,” Mantis continued. “But I could sense…guilt. Remorse. Nervousness. You already knew.”
Nebula stiffened. “It wasn't hard to guess. Ego didn't have a single other being living on his planet. He murdered all of his previous children and their mothers, makes sense he'd spare the most useful one.”
Mantis's eyes widened for a moment. “Yes, that was why he wanted to find Peter.”
“I'm not talking about Peter, grasshopper.”
“It's Mantis.”
“Let's just say that we've got one thing in common.”
“What is that?”
Something resembling a smile twitched on Nebula's lips. “We both had total dicks for fathers.”
as somebody with both songs on one playlist, yes actually!
you ever think about how the piña colada song and kate bush's babooshka are technically songs about the same topic but with incredibly different tones
A chimera occurs when genetically distinct tissues co-exist within the same plant. The mutant plants exhibit different sections of color on a flower. In some cases, the color presented is a reversion to the flower’s ancestral form.
@ellipsis-dotdotdot I would like to know..
being a writer is constantly google the definitions of words you already know the meanings of because your brain's always paranoid and telling you maybe you've been using them wrong your entire life
I can excuse misusing words in my daily life but my mlm slow-burn enemies to lovers smut has to be perfect