The problem with reading amazing fanfic…

…is it can give me a major inferiority complex. In as much as it can inspire, it can make me feel like anything write I afterwards is utter crap (or feels like I’m copying when I’m really not trying to).

I want to keep getting better and part of that is looking at what others are doing, noting WHY I like/love what they’ve written and seeing how to tweak my writing not necessarily to their style but to try something different.

I want so much to write longer, more involved stories again but I feel so stuck in the muck of my own making.

I don’t even know why I’m sharing this, all I know is what I’m experiencing isn’t necessarily writer’s block, it’s writer’s paralysis. I have ideas, good ones, but when I start to write, I feel frozen.

It’s is such a frustrating place to be.

Could you write badass!Riko x femme fatale!Momoi (like Mine Fujiko) involving motorcycle, handguns, and spying thing, all that sexy stuff, I’ve been wanting to read this kind of scenario forever!!

imagine-knb:

I’ve never seen the series this character is a part of but I looked her up for reference and hope I hit the tone of what you’re looking for! – Admin Jade

Riko looked over her 9 millimeter one last time, the shine of its metal glimmering even in the slightly muted light of the room. A quick flick of her wrist produced the satisfying click of its magazine settling into place. Holstering the weapon, she took one last glance in the mirror, frowning at the reflection behind her own.

“I wish for once you’d go into a job without relying on your tits,” she grumbled as Momoi zipped up her leather jacket to just under her massive chest, the cinching making them appear even larger.

“And I wish you’d just admit you were jealous of my winning assets,” quipped back the pink haired woman, pursing her lips to apply red lipstick. Capping the tube she turned her head in the direction of her partner. “Besides, have I ever failed at getting us into where we need to be? I’m the beauty and you’re the muscle, though,” she trailed a critical eye over the svelt female before her, “you could stand to put on a little more weight.”

Riko groused, “What do you mean the muscle? I’m the brains of this operation!”

“Oh sweetie,” Momoi giggled, patting her head, “it’s cute you actually believe that.”

Riko smacked away her hand, grumbling to herself as she strode across the room to grab her own jacket and helmet. “You ready or what?” she snapped, not bothering to wait for a reply.

Momoi, taking one last moment to secure her trusty blade in its thigh holster, scampered to catch up, reaching Riko and her bike just as she settled upon its seat. When she was stable, Momoi climbed aboard behind her, nestling close to her back.

“And do you have to press them against me?! I’m not Aomine you know!”

“As if I’d do that to Dai-chan!” Momoi protested.

“You do it to everybody!”

Momoi complied, sliding back ever so slightly, allowing Riko a bit of breathing room. The brown hair fired up the engine, revving it a few times for good measure before taking off in a burst of speed towards the highway. As they made their way towards the city, she asked through the two way radio wired in their helmets, “So what’re we after this time anyway?”

“Ruby necklace, worth a fortune,” Momoi replied.

“And who’s the schmuck we’re takin’ it from?”

“Akashi Seijurooo!” Momoi squealed as Riko almost lost control of the bike in her shock.

She skidded to a halt, pulling to the side of the road and flipped up her visor. “Are you fucking crazy?!” she shouted over the din of the traffic racing by.

“What? We got a good price for the job. Plus, Sei-chan knows me! It’ll be a cinch to get in! You’ll see!”

“See, what you failed to mention is it would be impossible to get out!” Riko snapped, taking a deep breath before standing from her cover to fire two shots at their pursuers.

Momoi crouched next to her, chest heaving. “Still, you gotta admit it’s been a while since we had any real excitement!” Using her compact, she eyed their enemy from a safer vantage. “Two to the right, go in three…two….one!”

Riko stood again, firing perfect shots catching both guards in their shoulders. “Of all the stupid, hairbrained, cockamamie ideas,” she mumbled snapping in a new round of ammo. “If we make it out of here alive,” she sighed, “I’m never letting you pick a job again.”

Momoi just shrugged, her lilting giggle making Riko’s temple pulse until she heard again, “Now the left! Three…two…one…”

It was going to be a long night.

Hello guys! May I request nsfw for Nijimura where his shy s/o is loud and really erotic-sounding in bed and has a senpai kink?

imagine-knb:

Hi anon! I kind of mixed in a taste of sub/dom with this one. I hope its to your liking! – Admin Jade

“Ughnnn! Ha…harder Shuzo!”

If you’d told Nijimura that this was what his usually shy, blushing and all around adorable love would be like in bed, he’d have said you were lying. But there they were, writhing and moaning like a cat in heat, begging him, letting him have his way with their body. He smacked their ass hard enough to send ripples over the skin.

“Harder…who?” he hissed, fingers digging into the flesh of their hip.

Between heavy breaths they groaned, “Harder…please…senpai.”

“That’s more like it,” he praised, increasing the power of his thrusts, the intensity of his strikes. By now their ass cheeks were pink and he lowered his hand, caressing between their legs. “You want more?”

They nodded earning another smack. “Use your voice,” he ordered. Then smirked, “Nice and loud, baby.”

“Fu…fuck!” they cried as he continued his ministrations, stroking, teasing, flicking, a blend of pleasure and pain only he could produce for them. Despite the soft of the mattress, their knees were beginning to ache, their arms trembling with the effort to hold themselves aloft as Nijimura tortured them with sweet, twisted pleasure, drawing louder and louder encouragement from their lips. “I….I need….I need it,” they begged.

“You need what, hmmmmm? To come? Is that what my kouhai wants? You want release?”
“Yes! Oh god, please, please Nijimura-senpai, make me come!”

Eyes practically rolling to the back of his head, Nijimura increased the pressure of his touch, drawing them closer….closer… until…. “Come,” he whispered in their ear and they practically exploded, collapsing on the mattress.

Sucking in oxygen at a rapid pace, their glazed eyes met his as he drew them to their back. “When you’ve caught your breath,” he advised, eyes dark and full of want, “you’ll be putting that loud mouth of yours to use in another way.” He stroked his still erect cock. “Can’t leave your senpai hanging, now can you?”

What are some tips to write fanfics? And how do we keep our motivation going so that we don’t get bored of writing?

sportanimefantasies:

5hfanfiction:

1) Motivation should begin and end with you, the author. What does this mean exactly? It means choosing a plot that drives your creativity and setting up characters as pawns in your quest for personal entertainment. If you’re excited about learning what is going to happen next in the world you’re envisioning, then so too a pack of readers with similar interests will follow. Don’t let your satisfaction with your work be dictated by the audience (counting notes, comments, views, etc). Write something you could love just as much even if it was locked away in a notebook nobody else was ever going to read.

2) Talk to other authors. Everyone gets stuck sometimes. Having someone to bounce ideas off of or vent to when you’re losing interest in your work has the potential to renew the spark.

3) Plan in advance. The more of your story you have outlined, the better the odds you’ll commit from start to finish. A good old-fashioned brainstorm can go a long way in the long term when inspiration for a new idea first strikes. It’s a lot more challenging to build a path to a destination that’s completely unknown. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve abandoned a story because I had no clue where I was going with it or why I had started writing it in the first place. Do as I say, not as I do.

4) Get a beta reader. If you don’t have much experience writing then there is no shortage of experienced writers out there who are willing to help proofread and offer suggestions where welcomed. Never let format or grammar errors be the reason an amazing piece of your artistic vision gets dismissed.

5) Drabble away. Take a break from a series you’re writing and let yourself rant out something completely different. You don’t even need to publish it. Just get your mind out of one setting and throw yourself into another land for a while. If it turns into a one shot, great. If it ends up in the recycling, move on.

6) Observe other fandom art. Watch YouTube videos. Look at graphic manips. Read other fanfics. Remind yourself what drives your fanaticism and how you got here. Refresh your fan energy and come back to writing with your interest back on the rise and renewed.

7) Know your limits. If you come to a point where other priorities need to be observed, live your life first. Fanfiction is a wonderful outlet but can also be very time consuming for an activity that comes without financial compensation. There may be spiritual or emotional rewards to the experience, but it’s not going to complete your degree for you, put food on the table, fold your laundry, nor pay your internet bill. Sometimes what’s mistaken for “boredom” with a story is actually the feeling of being overwhelmed about sacrificing a certain chunk of time to write when you’re juggling several other responsibilities. If the story doesn’t help address any of these stresses, it may add to them instead. If writing is no longer benefiting you, let yourself be okay with taking a step back for a while.

/EndRant

– Liz aka Yunogiveitup

for any other writers that need this!

I needed the first one as a reminder.

Kuroko blushy C1? So glad you’re back!

haikyuusmiles:

Thank you so much Jade!!!! Here you go!!

aaaa I always love drawing Kuroko so much （˶′◡‵˶）

* Expression from HERE

Adorable!!

Hinata – Need You Now

ASK: Hello Jade dear, how about a scenario about college Hinata making out and exploring his lovely s/o in his dorm room? Maybe it’s the first time they have seen each other in a while and he can’t help it – s/o is surprised, since Hinata is usually not as shamelessly hungry/forward, but enjoys it really much? Nsfw(-ish)?

Her knuckles had barely tapped against the door when it flung open revealing Hinata, eyes and smile wide. She didn’t think she’d ever seen more joy on his face other than perhaps when Karasuno won Nationals his third year.

Within a millisecond he had her in his arms, lips sealing firmly over her own as the door slammed heavily with the weight of their bodies as he pressed as close as he could get, hands holding her face as he kissed her.

In a flurry of haphazard movement he managed to get her on his bed, at least she hoped it was his.

“Shouyou.” His name fell from her lips halfway between a question and request.

“I’m sorry,” he rasped, voice low and thick with want, words muffled against her neck. “I just missed you so much, I can’t… I need you.”

The smile playing at her lips fell away to release a gasp as his hands, warm and calloused, shoved under her shirt seeking the heated flesh beneath. His palms skimmed over her breasts, still covered by her bra and she arched, seeking more.

“Glad to see I’m not the only eager one,” he mused making her blush. He wound his hands around her back, dull nails scraping gently making her shiver while his teeth nipped the lobe of her ear. “I wanna make you feel good,” he purred, his chest pressing more firmly to her own. “And I have plenty of time to do it too.”

He pulled off her shirt, burying his face between the valley of her breasts and inhaled, gathering her scent, wanting to bath in her essence. Tilting his chin up, eyes partially hidden by his bangs, he met her gaze and the look he gave made her heart race. “Kageyama won’t be back till Monday,” he advised, leaning up to remove his t-shirt revealing toned abs and a much broader chest. He drew up his knee, gently parting her legs to make room for him between her thighs. “And I have no intentions of leaving this room until I’ve had enough to satisfy me until the next time we’re together.” He caressed her cheek, taking a deep breath. “Which means,” he lilted, fingers teasing the top of her bra line, “we’re not going anywhere for the next two days.”

Ahhhhhh! I love the excitement when your askbox opens. I hope the admins are doing well! May I request a lazy day filled with tickling between takao and his s/o and also kotaro hayama and his s/o?

imagine-knb:

We do too anon! It’s so much fun to see what you all come up with and they’re so good! Personally, I’m doing fairly well, thank you for your well wishes! I love having opportunities to write for characters not typically asked for and I hope you enjoy these! – Admin Jade

Takao

The plan had been to take the day easy, laying around and probably eating copious amounts of junk food lulling the two of them into an afternoon nap.

That was the plan.

But Takao had other ideas that involved chasing them down to unleash tickles until they screamed for mercy which turned into them running like children through the house, his chasing and them evading.

“You’ll never escape!” he laughed, tearing up the stairs behind them. They rounded the corner a bit to quickly, sliding on the hallway rug but amazingly managed to maintain balance. Just as they were home-free and about to reach the bedroom with a lock on its door they heard a crash from behind coupled with a groan of pain.

Turning swiftly, their eyes widened at the sight of Takao on the floor, the same rug which had almost tripped them up claiming him as its victim.

“Kazunari!” they shouted in panic, rushing back to his side. Just as they leaned fully on their knees, he sprung up making them scream in surprise as he pushed them to their back, fingers digging into their side making them squirm and squeal. “You brat! I can’t believe you made me think you were hurt!” The rest of their protestations were covered with uncontrolled laughter.

“All’s fair in love and war my dear and this round goes to me!” Takao gloated.

When breathing became an issue, he finally relented, releasing them to lie panting on the ground. “I…gonna….get….you,” they insisted, shaking a clenched fist in his direction.

“Sure, ______, sure,” he mocked, patting their knee as he stood.

The next moment he was gasping as they leapt upon his back and blew raspberries right against the most sensitive spot on his neck.

“Are you trying to tickle me or turn me on?” he complained, reaching behind to poke their sides, the action causing them to relinquish their hold.

They spun him around, fingers threading through his hair to drag his mouth to their own. Takao moaned into the kiss, hands clasping firmly to their hips. “Now I’m trying to turn you on,” they teased, moving backwards with his hands in their own towards the same room they’d been seeking refuge from him in.

Hayama

The flicker of the TV casts an uneven glow in the dark room leading Hayama’s eyes to begin succumbing to the urge to close, his head nodding forward before he snaps it back up. Sniffing, he casts his eyes sideways, surprised to see they’re fully immersed in the movie. How? It’s soooooo boring! Taking a deep breath, he tries to refocus but he’s been watching at half consciousness and so has no real idea what’s going on. Shaking his head, he smacks his cheeks working to stay awake. This was not how he’d wanted to spend the day with them, his plan to have taken them to the park to enjoy a walk, or the paddle boats, or maybe even a little bit of one on one just for fun. But no, the sky decided to open up sending a copious amount of water to the earth.

Glancing at them again, he notices their stance, leaned against the arm of the couch exposing their side. He grins behind his palm then as nonchalantly as possible, moves closer. They notice, of course, sending him a warm smile. It almost makes him feel bad for what he’s about to do; almost.

When he’s at the perfect distance, he pounces, earning a startled squeak then shriek as his fingers find their mark against the flesh under their shirt.

“Kotaro! Stop! Damn it, what is wrong with you!” But their protests fall on deaf ears, Hayama merely increasing his pursuit of torturing them. “I swear…you’re…gonna…get it!”

They roll towards the edge of the couch, falling heavily on to their butt only to jump back up and lunge for him. Hayama is ready for them, grabbing their wrists and holding them up away from him.
“You think that’ll stop me!” they yell, voice full of mirth and retaliation. Deftly, they perch on his lap, toes digging into his sides making him yelp.

“That…you….I….” he gasps, working hard to speak and failing as laughter overtakes his attempts.

A moment later, they’re on their ass again as he loses his grip upon them.

“Are you…ok?” he asks.

They wave away his concern, catching their own breath. “What got into you?” they manage to ask after a few moments.

He shrugs, eyes closed. “Nothing really, just wanted to have some fun.”

A second later he’s spluttering as a pillow comes in clean contact with his head. Whipping it down, he grins at them standing with their own cushioned weapon in their hands. “Round two,” they quip then swing again.

Kise spending his s/o’s bday with her. FLuff please!

imagine-knb:

I love fluff! I really hope you enjoy this one! – Admin Jade

Rolling over among twisted sheets, her hand reaches beside her only to find the space vacant. “He must be in the bathroom,” she thinks, settling more fully under the blanket. Ten minutes later, the distinct smell of bacon wafts into the room. “Mmmmm, bacon…maybe we’ll go out to breakfast today.” When the bacon scent is joined by something sweet, waffles or pancakes maybe, her mouth is watering. Blinking open sleep encrusted eyes, she realizes Kise still hasn’t returned and the scents she’s been enjoying are becoming stronger. Frowning, she stands, throwing on a robe to protect from the chill in the room. Hand just about to touch the knob of their bedroom door, she sees a note taped to it.

_____-cchi, first: HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! Second: get back in bed.

She smiles, catching onto his game but willing to play it nonetheless and does as he says, lying down to play with on her phone while she waits.

After another ten minutes, she hears footsteps nearing the door, Kise’s face appearing as he opens the door. He smiles, eyes warm with affection when they land on her. “I figured you’d wake up,” he chuckles, moving carefully so as not to disturb the contents of the tray in his hands.

As he gets closer, she sits up, smoothing out the blanket to make room for his surprise.

Reaching her with no mishaps, Kise pulls down the legs of the tray and settles the homemade breakfast down. He’s gone all out, filling it with a large stack of pancakes, fruit bowl stuffed with strawberries, bananas and blueberries, a hearty helping of bacon and a cup of steaming hot coffee. The scent of warmed syrup has her licking her lips and her stomach growling.

Kise laughs, leaning down to plant a kiss to her cheek, murmuring against her skin, “Happy Birthday, _____-cchi.”

She giggles, turning her head to capture his lips in a lingering, sweet kiss. “Thank you so much Ryouta, this looks amazing!”

“Dig in, I’ll get mine and join you,” he insists.

He doesn’t have to tell her twice, a bite of syrup drenched pancakes making her moan in pleasure.

Armed with his own tray, Kise sits next to her, nibbling away at the bacon. “So, what do you want to do for your special day?” he asks before taking his own bite of pancake.

She shrugs, fully immersed in her meal. Thinking it over, she looks up at him. “I really just wanted to spend the day with you, I don’t really care what we do,” she admits with a smile.

He hums, looking out the window. It’s still fairly dark, clouds covering the sky and threatening rain. “I think we should snuggle up and watch movies, we can enjoy junk food all day without guilt because their celebratory calories.”

She laughs, poking his cheek. “I thought that only applies to the person being celebrated?”

He shrugs. “I have practice tomorrow, I’ll burn it all off in no time.”

“Now you’re just being annoying,” she pouts, but there’s no ire in her tone. “Still, I like your idea, let’s do it.”

“Good, because I’m gonna spoil you with all the sweetness I can.”

Setting down the trays carefully to the floor, she sits upon his lap, mischievous smile on her lips. “Right now, the only sweetness I’m interested in is yours,” she whispers before kissing him passionately.

Kise rotates, pining her body beneath his own. “Then by all means, let me give you your fill.”