ineffablewives' fic writing shit

Published my beiguang fanfiction on ao3! Please check it out, leave a kudos and a comment if u liked it, thanks!

It's multichapter, so see ya next week for the second one!

The main plot is two women meeting and falling in love with each other.

The sub plot is a realistic mafia that kills people and evades taxes.

And then there's a band with naive gays on the side.

Enjoy.

Are you someone who likes wlw modern setting romance with a thriller subplot?

Then I have the perfect story for you!

Alias the one i'm currently working on. Ehe.

Postin that on ao3 on fanfic form byt it's an au so everybody can read that and understand what's going on without previous knowlege needed.

It's a beiguang wuth a side of other couples.

Hope you'll check it out.

MY FIC JUST REACHED 1K HITS AND 50 KUDOS!

HAPPY ME :)

it's nice to see big numbers, but after all they're just that. cold numbers. i have no idea what people think of my story except for three users who commented and 50 people who liked the story.

I only have one real beta reader right now, which is qualified, cause she knows english and has experience, but she's far from my target audience.

which is why i beg you, please, someone who actually likes wlw modern setting romance and knows english decently, please give it a thought to betaread this shit.

i'll just let you know that it's not a short read, with the unpublished chapter i have it's longer than the third harry potter book and i'm just halfway thorugh.

i'll appreciate anyone who would offer their help, please comment or twxt me in private.

girl moves to new school

girl meets quirky bestie

girl meets dark and misterious love interest

love interest is kinda cocky and confident

they fall in love

their relationship is complicated

girl meets second love interest

second love interest is kind and funny

he makes her see the first guy is an asshole

she leaves him and gets with kind guy

they live happily ever after

But what if:

first love interest was a toxic narcissist

girl got traumatized by him in more than one way

bestie stood by her side when he dumped her

girl realized she had been in a toxic relationship

girl decides to not focus on relationships

second love interest shows outta nowhere

he's a chill guy who likes music

he helps her with her trauma

bestie approves their relationship this time

they still broke up because it didn't work

they remain friends and it's nice

girl starts questioning her feelings for bestie

bestie confesses she had been jelous the whole time

girl decides to give this a shot

they get together

years later they live in a small apartment

her story: two morally gray traumatized individuals who work in the secret police get tied up in a secret organization and alchool and drugs and they end up having a lot of sex and falling in love, even if it's troubled and not so sane

my fic with no smut, respectful, safe sane and consensual relationship: ...

I've been experiencing this with fics and books in general, where i've become more and more selective, not tolerating certain things, like untealistic events, too convenient coincidences, things that happen just because, underdeveloped characters and general plot holes, mostly in the fantasy genre.

My friend Elis has been tellin me how i should just move on and not consider stuff but there's a limit to what i can ignore.

Idk...

And u remember the general outline

But not the specific details like the dialogues or the internal dialogue

And then u read it again 4 months later and u r like

DAAAAMN

This bitch can write

And u laugh ur ass off

Or u cry ur eyes out

But then

U read another thing u wrote 6 months ago

And suddenly u are like

WTFFF

This bitch can't write shit

There are at least like three chapters you should check out since last time.

I'll leave u the link if u r curious!

I'm so tired and I haven't been writing for THREE WEEKS I really think I could explode.

But hey, I'm still editin ch 6 of my beigguang modern au fic!

Sneak peak everyone!

The Grand Narukami Estate was situated in the outskirts of town, lost between the hills of the countryside and bordered by tall metal fences, bending in curlicues like iron vines. 

Guests left their car outside, in a field peppered with small trees, where more than thirty cars, between Maseratis, Lamborghinis and Ferraris, were ordinately placed between the tiny shrubs.

The entrance was delimited by an iron gate, with the letters R S in gold metal shining over the black pattern, nestled between two columns that housed two stone fox statues holding the weight of the arc which stretched above the access.

From outside, it was already possible to see the many bushes running along the fence, cherry trees peeking out here and there, but once inside it was clear there was more to it: on the right a flowery garden, nicely kept with all kinds of different plants and a white fountain with nymphs holding vases that spilled in the pool of water underneath, filled with a plethora of goldfishes; meanwhile, on the left, many others flowerbeds skirted the pebbly path that lead to a pool on the backyard.

The building per se looked big indeed, the lilac walls striped with white columns and the red roofs peeking up from the top, but once inside it was a whole different story: a triumph of white, gold and purple hues, on display for everyone to see.

The interior design looked imperial to say the least, excessive and complex, but also utterly refined, a vessel of opulence for anyone allowed to witness it.

Ningguang had spent a long time trying to admire every detail in the room, but there were too many: eastern vases covered in intricate curlicues housed rich bouquets of pink and violet flowers, the purpura walls contrasted perfectly with the golden curtains and the furniture in shiny woods adorned with gilded embroidery.

All around the room there were white and golden couches and armchairs with purple pillows over them, where guests could indulge on, while consuming their tiny treats, chatting and laughing in the dim light provided by the fake candles on the chandelier.

Idk ab yall but i'm just proud of this fancy ass description.

Not like my life, but a story that is mine.

No fanfiction.

Idk why, it feels weird.

Like these characters and ships don't really belong to me.

And that i'll never be able to interpret them 100% in character.

After all, isn't that what we all fanfic writers do?

We take a character, we form an opinion on them and then we create.

Games, books, movies, they're art, and everybody interprets it as they please.

I don't know what i wanted tp say with this, I just wanted to put this out there.

Maybe one day I will manage to publish a story that i can call mine.

In the meantime, here's my beigguang modern au fic.

Chapter five out.

Have fun.

Uni is killin me rn but I managed to still edit ch 5 of my beigguang modern au, so i'll leave yall a sneak peak and the link to previous chapters!

Ningguang chuckled softly: “I really hope this event will be a nice experience…” she added then, more to herself than to the other woman.

“Don’t worry, remember, if ya ever get bored, ya can always call me and I’ll come there to save the day!” she proudly announced, hands on her hips and a wide grin across her face.

“I appreciate the thought but, please, don’t come and crash the party,” joked Ningguang, a faint laugh escaping her pink-ish lips.

Beidou would do that tho.

Only if necessary, obviously.

A lil short this week, but see ya on sunday for the whole thing!

Have a look if u please, leave a comment or kudos if u liked it!