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🌄 💙 Sunday Thunks💙 🌄

Albert Einstein has a very interesting definition of insanity, and that being “doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.”

I’m kind of at that point again in my life where I feel insane, stretched thin and to my limit in every which direction, even as I am so desperately trying to do good by myself and the rest of the world.

And then just feeling tired EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. with an ache and exhaustion that just weighs my very soul and never seems to go away.

This video came back to mind for me today, and it’s one of my very favorites, because it reminds me that when my questions, my very real and raw feelings poured from the depths of my heart are met with Heaven’s “silence”

Jesus. Is. Still. There.

He never left. He always cares. And because He loves you, and He loves me, I know He will always hear me.

I know that I am never truly alone, even in my moments of insanity.

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When Leo steps through a portal and into your living room, he's greeted by the sight of you hunched over your laptop on the couch. You barely glance up at him, mumbling something he doesn't catch, before turning back to what you're working on.

You're clearly stressed. Every line of your body is tense; heavy bags hang under your eyes, and your hair is tossed into a messy ponytail. He wonders if you've eaten. He wonders if you even slept at all last night. Probably not, since you're still wearing your work clothes from yesterday.

Ohhh no. He's going to fix this.

You let out a shocked squeak of protest as Leo snatches your laptop and snaps it shut. Before you can manage to speak, he puts the laptop on a high shelf then turns to smirk at you. “You need a break.”

“I need to finish my report,” you reply, eyeing your laptop where it's been placed, completely out of your reach.

“Is it due tomorrow?” he asks.

You open your mouth and then close it again without answering.

“I'll take that as a no.” He extends a hand, helping you up even as you grumble and roll your eyes. “Go take a shower and get into some comfy clothes.”

“But-”

“Nope, didn't ask, now go.”

You heave a sigh but turn and head towards the bathroom anyway. Leo waits until he hears the shower running, then gets to work. By the time you return, the apartment has been tidied, your favorite candle has been lit, there's a spread of pizza rolls sitting on the coffee table, your favorite comfort show is paused on the tv, and he's sitting on one end of the couch, waiting for you patiently.

He smiles softly when he sees you, wearing an enormous t-shirt that hangs down to your knees. You look much more comfortable now, though exhaustion is still evident in the droop of your shoulders. When you take in everything, he sees your eyes shine and your expression break into something like relief.

“C'mere,” he says, as soft and inviting as the pillow he has propped against his leg. You practically collapse after you crawl onto the couch, resting your head on the pillow. He presses play, gently running his fingers through your hair as you melt into the touch. He pulls the coffee table within reach using his foot, and you sniffle as you reach for a pizza roll. You didn't realize how hungry you were, really. Or how tired. You get through most of the pizza rolls, but you're asleep before the end of the first episode. Leo continues to pet you, eyes on the screen but not really seeing.

Time passes. Episodes continue to play, unmatched. The last of the pizza rolls go cold, and the room fills with the smell of your candle, the light outside the window dims into darkness, and Leo thinks. And thinks. And thinks.

You make a sound in your sleep, a quick intake of breath, and it pulls him out of his head all at once. Leo blinks, looking down at you, to see you turn, facing the couch. Another little sound, and then you pull his arm against your chest, holding it close as you quickly drift back to sleep.

Leo feels a familiar pull in his chest at the sight, a reaching, grasping, desperate thing that nestles between his ribs. It scares him, a little. Even after all this time.

He resolves to check on you more often.

[theanonymousninja247]

Wholesome

Tell me you have wholesome male coworkers without telling me you have wholesome male coworkers. I’ll go first:

*cue me walking into work wearing a black hoodie dress for the first time*

*Buddy coworker gets excited to talk to me and starts spouting off till he sees my outfit, cuts off his conversation to do the classical full body look thing and bluntly asks*

….What are you wearing?

*me suddenly realizing I’ve never worn a dress in front of said coworker and fully expecting a comment to be made about it, sheepishly pulls the hood over my head and shoves my hands into the pocket of my dress to show it off*

It’s my…hoodie dress? It has pockets!

*Buddy coworker just looks at me with a slow tilt of his head*

You look like a Sith. Or maybe Anakin Skywalker with your hair messy like that.

*And then proceeds to go back to talking about what he was talking about earlier*

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Me not being a big Bayverse Leo fan, but feeling forced to reblog this because it made me feels things and was genuinely across the board really well written got me like

The Ways To Say I Love You

Turtledoves,

I have been coerced into posting some of the unhealthy amounts of turtle writings I have hoarded in my docs. I'm looking at you @eccentricrage

So here is something that started out as shenanigans but blew up into something much more.

This post is brought to you by the turtle in blue.

➡️ Aged-up, adult turts

Rating: Fluff and a hint of pining Leo

💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙

"Stay safe."

The words had become just as signature as the color blue that he was associated with.

"Stay safe."

He was always so concerned with your safety.

"Stay safe."

Making sure you got home safe.

Making sure you got to the lair, safe.

Following you to work…

"Stay safe."

…and then picking you up so you didn't walk home alone.

"Stay safe."

The streets were dangerous - he would know. He just wanted you to be safe.

He dropped you off at work functions.

"Stay safe."

Or to your monthly girls' night outing with your work pals…

"Stay safe."

And you were, always, always, always. You assured him that all you'd have to do was open your phone and press the top contact on the list in the event of an emergency because he was number one.

He knew you were. But he needed to tell you. Hoping you'd understand the importance of your safety. The importance of you.

"Stay safe."

He told you when you'd tell him you were going to the grocery store.

"Stay safe."

When you'd go and volunteer at the animal shelter twice a month.

"Stay safe."

Even when you went to have brunch with your parents on the third Sunday of every month.

"Stay safe."

Not only did he drop you off at every obligation you had, but he was also unconditionally reliable. He never failed you. Not once. He was there in the blink of an eye if you needed him.

He was your escape from work events and family parties. If someone set you up on another blind date and you needed an out? Always him. He always came to your rescue.

The second you'd send that text…

You: Save me

Sword Boy: On it.

"One Call Away" would ring, his ringtone, and you'd answer it as the chorus sounded, warming your heart and sending it fluttering.

"Hey."

"Hey. I'll be down the street by the broken-down box truck."

"I'll be right out."

A quick end call, and you'd give your urgent excuse to leave, hurrying out of the daunting engagement. And true to his word, he was always there. Just like he said.

He'd fret over you for a few moments, and you'd allow it - you secretly loved it. Once he decided you were alright, he'd scoop you up and bring you back to the lair.

Because if you thought he was letting you out of his sight for the rest of the night, you were sadly mistaken.

Someone might try to come find you - and then your emergent excuse wouldn't work anymore.

"I just want to make sure you're safe. In every way."

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You had an ongoing open conversation with him, day in and day out. He was your best friend, so it wasn't really a surprise. He got a play-by-play of your mundane human life while you got regular updates on what Mike was making for meals and every new project Don was hyper-fixating on. You'd get pictures of whatever woodworking project Red was working on and many, many pictures of a proud, smiling Splinter next to his flourishing plants, flowers, and bonsai trees.

Mostly, you received voice texts from the blue-banded bara. His hands were big, and he wasn't great with tech. He'd honestly rather be talking with you, but he knew that wasn't practical. So he settled for the short voice texts, always hoping you'd send them back - because he was addicted to the sound of your voice. Especially when you said his name.

He was in love with you.

He'd been in love with you for years.

But he wasn't dumb. He knew he was only friend material. He was a mutant humanoid turtle, and you were a gorgeous human - way out of his league. He was grateful that you had even decided to befriend him. And he thanked his lucky stars every night that you'd chosen him to be your best friend. He'd never try anything, never push, just be thankful that you were his in some way.

And because you were his, and because you held his heart, he would do everything in his power to keep you safe.

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"Stay safe."

It had all started innocently enough. A genuine well-wishing for you to keep yourself out of harm's way.

"Stay safe."

He'd said it to you for the first time after dropping you off at your window one night after spending hours in the lair enjoying some chicken cordon bleu and broccoli, courtesy of Mike, followed by a horror movie (thanks, Don 😑). You'd nearly ended up in his lap with all the jumpscares - and Leo just took it in stride. Cool as a cucumber, his arm came around you, tucking you in safely beside him, so you could cling to him and bury your face in his side when you got scared.

After that, movies consistently stayed in the horror or thriller genres.

This had become your regular Friday nights with the guys.

Clinging to Leonardo for dear life, letting out little squeals of surprise when something scared or startled you - with his arm firmly around you.

Your heart was singing.

His heart was singing.

He wanted to keep you there like that forever.

And you never wanted him to let you go.

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"Stay safe."

It had evolved into something much, much deeper.

"Stay safe?"

He'd sat down on the couch and automatically put his arm up, welcoming you to cuddle up next to him before the movie had even started.

A smile graced your face as you took him up on his offer, your heart soaring as his arm came around you, his hand finding your hip to pull you tightly against his side.

Unfortunately, you were unable to enjoy the closeness because the movie Raph had picked was a bit too scary for your liking. Abduction. Torture. And a cliffhanger that left viewers with uncertainty and an all too real-life possibility.

You knew sleep wasn't in your future, but you had been too afraid to ask Leo if you could stay for a bit longer. They had patrol, and you didn't want to burden or worry him. Besides, he might not allow the scary movies anymore, and then you wouldn't be able to engage in your guilty pleasure cuddles.

So he'd dropped you off like every other Friday and told you,

"Stay safe."

You smiled up at him, "I'm at home, Leo. I'm not sure how much safer I could be," you teased him.

The words were out of his mouth before he realized it, "You'd be safer with me."

A small thrill raced through your veins as your head snapped up to look at him.

"You have patrol…" your voice was just above a whisper as you watched him contemplate his next words.

"I'd stay if you ever asked," he said softly. "That wasn't an easy movie to watch tonight," he confessed, reaching out and moving the hair out of your face that the wind had blown.

"You have patrol… Aren't your brothers –?"

The words died in your throat as he moved closer and looked down at you, "Ask me to stay." It was a whispered plea. "I'll stay."

Glancing back and forth between his eyes, you couldn't decide what he was thinking - Friday nights were particularly busy for them.

"I can't ask that of you. That would be unfair," you confessed with a sigh. "As much as I would like you to stay. I think you'd be upset if something happened that you guys could've prevented," you reasoned, looking down and feeling a bit heartbroken at the thought of him leaving.

His finger met your chin, and turned your eyes upwards to meet his again.

His gaze searched your face lazily as his hand moved from your chin to cup your jaw.

Heart pounding in your chest, you watched as his lips descended. Soft and supple skin left a lingering kiss on your forehead.

"Stay safe."

As he pulled back and pinned you with those beautiful blues, you saw it. Swimming with unsaid emotion, his eyes betrayed him, bearing his soul under the light of the moon. It was at this very moment that you realized what he'd meant all these years.

And as he turned to leave, you called to him, making him pause to look at you.

"Stay safe."

It was the first time you'd ever said it back to him.

Leo swallowed hard, his eyes sparkling as a loving smile made its way across his face.

"I always have, and I always will."

With a wink, he turned and lept off your fire escape, and you watched as he disappeared into the night.

The familiar sound of your phone pinging notified you that you had a text message.

Swiping your screen, you opened the notification bubble.

Sword Boy: I'll be back later.

Sword Boy: To keep you safe.

Warmth flooded your face as you huffed out a quiet laugh.

You: I'll stay up then...

You: I'll be waiting.

Sword Boy: You sure?

You: I always have, and I always will.

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Fun Facts

Interesting Video shared in my Marriage Skills class that I thought would be fun to share.

Summary of the video: it’s the little moments of constant positive attention that makes the happiest and most lasting relationships.

Favorite Line: Choose to be kind instead of right

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Jayus Jammie Jams

Anybody need help writing an epic scene with Mysitc Mikey? Jayus has got you covered. Because listen to this, look me in the eye and tell me this doesn’t reek of heart, soul and power?

The art is even orange based like come ON!

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TFATWS

In lieu of my roommate @anobodyinabog making me watch The Falcon and the Winter Soldier in preparation to watch Thunderbolts with her, please have a mock conversation based on something that actually occurred during our Frozen Yougurt run.

Falcon: *who has already finished yogurt and is motioning to the door*

So…you wanna stay here or like eat this on the go?

Winter Soldier: *glaring silence while digging into sugar loaded frozen yogurt with the tiniest curt nod*

Falcon: *sighs heavily and raises hands placatingly with absolutely DONE expression*

I don’t speak nod, Man. If you wanna go nonverbal that’s fine. Just gotta let me know before hand.

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KPop Demon Hunters

My honest to goodness reactions

Guys…guys…it’s good…it’s really REALLY good. Like words my dudes can not explain the almost transcendent experience this was for me.

Transformative even. It’s worth the watch. Promise. You’ll heal

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✨🎨 Collab 🎨✨

GUYS GUYS GUYS EVERYBODY SHUT UP (affectionately) AND LOOK AT THIS!

I did my very first OC collab with the very talented @starryheadedghost and her OC Juno! AND LOOK AT HOW CUTE SHE DREW MY SON! Look at him in her style and be in awe! He’s so delightful and charming I’m gonna cry 😭🙌🏼

Also I want yall to know while I treated Juno with the utmost respect (although I was a bit slow) my friend was holding my son hostage. Literally

SHE SENT ME THIS AS A THREAT! And I loved every second of it. Vincent got his enrichment😅

[theanonymousninja247]

people who care need people who care

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A Tired Prayer

Is it ok, Lord, to show up at your gate in my pjs? 

I reckon it don’t look too good, showin’ up like this at your door. And truth be told, I know I probably could be doing a little bit more.

But I’ll be honest—I ain’t shaved my legs, and I didn’t have the heart to tame the hair. Is it alright, showin’ up late? 'Cause I’m strugglin’ to roll outta bed—strugglin’ to even care.

I’m doin’ what I can to make the time—sorry for all my mess. But that’s grace, ain’t it, Lord? I try... and you cover the rest?

Speakin’ of rest, Lord—I’m tired too. That somethin’ I can bring up to you? Truth is… just bein’ here? Feels like a bit more than I can chew.

I’m tired of tryin’ my best… and it still not bein’ enough. I feel like I try to keep goin’ and goin’ and goin’ and still feelin’ stuck. 

The world is so obnoxiously noisy ‘n’ people always seem mad. So much heartbreak everywhere, just an overwhelm with all the big sad. 

There’s a lotta big feelin’s in this ol’ heart of mine, and it feels like there’s nowhere left for ‘em to go. I find myself strugglin’ to approach your altar, Lord, when my heart and my spirit feel, oh so low. 

I know you love me, that much you’re good to always say. But would you still take me— showin’ up at your gate… in my PJs?

[theanonymousninja247]

Pretty Random Turtle Thunks

Noise

Rating: Cookies and Cream (16+ plz)

Summary: Flash Fiction of 835 words.

Bay!Raph struggles to deal with overwhelm of living in a world constantly at full volume.

His latest struggle with sound is you.

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I have a little something for ju big red girlies

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Raphael always thought that he had a solid grasp on understanding what it meant to live in a world full of noise.

His entire life, his entire world for as long as he could remember, had always been a collection of cacophonies. 

From the constant racket of living beneath THE city that never slept or the never ending tumult that came from the reckless and wild life he lived, Raph had forever been surrounded by sound. 

If it wasn’t the city, or vigilant violence, any chance of possible silence was shattered by Raph’s brothers.

Leo’s tirelessly tirades, Donnie’s incessant info-dumping and Mikey’s constant chatter. 

Call him a grinch or whatever but it was always noise, noise, noise.

And if not his own brother’s, then Raph’s Achilles heel, his very own traitorous heart would betray him. The beat of heated drums that thrummed in his veins. Thoughts of inadequacy, self loathing and all over anger. At the world. At himself.

Such resonance that haunted his every step, his every thought, the entirety of his existence.

Raph, the little Atlas that he was, thought he could bear the weight of it all. His shoulders were certainly wide enough. He was strong enough. 

Ohhhh he made very sure that he was strong enough to could carry it all. Even convinced himself that he’d miss the weight of the hubbub if it was gone.

So yeah, he thought he can handle the noise of it all. 

Until you. 

Oh, until you. 

He didn’t know what it was. Just the comfortability of a safe companionship that grew over time? A stubborn seedling of fond affection that he never could seem to unroot in the protected garden of his heart? Or maybe the inevitable weakness of a spring season hinting just around the corner? 

Whatever it was, lately whenever you were near, the world went silent and you…

Well, you just…you were loud. 

Not necessarily in exact volume, though you did tend to get a bit more passionate in those moments of innocent and genuine excitement.

Those small moments that Raph treasured deep in the recesses of his heart that he would pull out like a picture to glance at on a rainy day. 

No, you were loud in the way that everything about you just started to scream for his attention. 

It wasn’t unbearable per sé, but it was heavy with a sudden weight that for the first time, Raph didn’t know how to hold. How to handle.

Your smile was a flash bang that had him reeling every time you shot it in his direction. Completely blinded by the fact something as soft and delicate could ever be graced upon such a creature as himself. 

It made his face hurt in his attempts to strangle back the ferocity of desire to smile, really smile the way he wanted to, right back at you.  With you, his heart cried out.

Your sweet scent was a siren song in a key that beckoned to him that caused his soul to ache for the mere whisper of hope, the smallest chance to have the privilege to harmonize with you. 

Your presence, just a mere brush or touch of your hand caused the constant state of drumming that was his heart to increase tempo like intense war drums. To the point he could feel it in his pounding in his finger tips as he had to physically restrain himself from unconsciously reaching out to you. 

If he ever go the chance to touch you, to hold you the way he wanted to, Raph wondered if he’d finally find the peace and quiet that he so desperately craved. 

Would all the noise go away? Or with your body in his hands, your heartbeat dancing in tandem with his, would all the volume of the world, in his head, in his heart, finally make sense?

Would all the sound come together and get lost in the symphony of you?

So that’s why he finds himself he’s sitting alone in his brooding corner. His elbows on his knees and his face in his hands, his breath heavy and labored with the weight of trying to hold the weight of…well…everything back.

Your visage branded to the back of his eyelids and your voice echoing in his memory like an unfair vision of the night. 

It made Raph feel like slamming his hands over his head and fully retreating into his shell, hoping to finding one dark corner not haunted by you, where he could get the stupid staccato of his heart back into place.

Because he couldn’t look away; he couldn’t look away. He couldn’t stop listening. 

And the worst part of it all, was Raphael was scared of the fact that he didn’t know if he could, or even wanted to. 

Yeah, Raph thought he could handle the noise.

But he very may well just perish at the thought of being able to one day have the privilege of pulling a sound from you.

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I wanted to go for a cute “giggling and kicking my feet” kind of energy but I’m afraid that I’m nothing but ferally enthusiastic about your art my dearest Plaid.

*cups hands around mouth and hollers this at the top of my lungs* I GUESS YOU COULD SAY DONNIE PUS THE DON IN KABE”DON” EH?!

April and human Donnie silliness

I'm not typically a fan of romantic flirting, but this idea made me laugh (and I hope it makes you laugh, too) XD

I have this hc where Donnie spent years pretending to be suave/flirty with people he liked (it was part of his "emotionally unavailable bad boy" image he thought he needed in order to be liked). In the beginning of dating April, Donnie realized the suave image was the opposite of who he is and wasn't who he enjoys being. April is completely unaffected by romantic/serious flirting (she thinks it's kinda cringe), and originally started flirting back as a joke... until she realized 1) Donnie is weak for her and actually enjoys being flirted with, and 2) she enjoys making him a blushing mess, which is not hard to do.

Later on, they develop a playful competition to see who can fluster the other person first (Donnie has yet to succeed, but he's determined to find what makes her blushy... which is a comic I have a storyboard for and plan to finish at some point).

[theanonymousninja247]

Thinking about this again…wishing to be held

*comes skidding into your inbox with a pant and affectionate takes you by the collar and shakes you*

YOU

Do you know what you’ve done?! WELL DO YA?! Your little sketch with the boys and their cuddling has been rotating on my mind like a microwave for the pst couple months my dude. Like…it’s giving me ideas it’s so thought incredibly provoking. Especially the Donnie one. Now I’m not a Donnie stan (I appreciate him as a fellow nerdy dork) but like…that sketch got me feeling some kind of way. I don’t know if you intended this, but like…do you ever think about the intimacy of Donnie being the big spoon? Man’s a soft shell. He knows this, accepts it and even wears it with pride. He literally has an entire shell line designed to highlight and protect this so called “soft” part about him. But despite having a softer shell than his rough and tough brothers, his leathery shell still has more a defense than the simple skin and muscle that is your back. Do you think he thinks about that as he holds you, cool fingers gently tracing each notch of your spine, understanding that this simple structure was literally the center of it all? It’s holds and protects the spinal cord which is the freeway for thought that leads to that intricate delicacy that is your mind. One he never gets bored of trying to explore.

It’s the center of nerves which then allows you to move, bend, stretch, grow and even dance with him in graceful ways that he himself unfortunately can not due to the limitations of being a turtle.

This spine is what holds your ribs which protects your heart. One that he is still surprised on the daily that beats with fond thoughts towards him.

And here you lay within his arms, willingly exposing one of the most vulnerable parts about yourself to him without a single thought, a single concern. Nothing. Just blind blatant trust. Can you imagine Donnie slotting himself behind you, pulling your back flush against the protection of his plastron. His arms wrapping tightly around your waist as he all but cradles you against his body, nuzzling his beak into your sweet scented hair and pressing a tender kiss to the back of your head. That’s the beautiful thing about being human he supposes, that you share that vulnerable with the rest of the world, willing or not, with little to no defenses. No battle shell. Nothing. You go out and face the world. Bare. Every. Single. Day. Well… it doesn’t have to be nothing any longer. You have Donnie now. And while he’s no Raphael when it comes to general strength, Donnie has always, ALWAYS, taken great pride in protecting what he cherishes. Not to brag or anything, but Donnie’s defense are in fact top notch and state of the art. And let’s face it, the data is adding up to the point he couldn’t even fight the statistics if he tried.

Donnie cherishes you.

And if you can be brave and vulnerable in baring your back to him…Donnie supposes he can too.

Even if it means having to expose his soft shell to the rest of the wretched cold world enable to protect you. He’d do it in a heartbeat, Donnie realizes. He’d do it for you. Do you ever think about the intimacy and the symbolism of Donnie being the big spoon?

I,

UH

Hold on-

I'm actually going to go insane hold on-

[theanonymousninja247]

Jayus Jammie Jams

This is the most Rise Leo song I have ever heard. LOOK ME IN THE EYE N TELL ME IM WRONG

[theanonymousninja247]

12. Do you ever have trouble focusing on writing? How do you get around that?

46. What time are you the most productive when it comes to writing?

72. What do you do if a scene gets too serious?

Dang. It’s been so long since I’ve had a legitimate ask in my inbox so I forgot what to do. *does arm wiggle thing* AnYwHiZzLe Perception be upon ye! Let me answer your query’s!

12. (YAY MY FAVORITE NUMBER how did you know?) Ma’am. I say this with all the love in my heart, but I’ve got that ADHD up the wazoo. You try wrangling the 5 chickens that live in my brain into one corner and get them to work together long enough to form consecutive thought. In all seriousness tho, it can be a benefit when I FIXATE on writing ya know? Because I can sit down for like a solid 5 hours and manage to wring out a good 7-10 pages in that time, if I A: Make the time and B: Set my mind to actually doing it. Bullet point lists are my favorite because it keeps my chickens from wandering mentally too far.

46. Uh…Evening/Nighttime usually I think🤔 There’s something about the phrase “sacred night” in the fact that that’s when all the thoughts and feelings have time to compress.

If you want to talk to me though? The earlier in the morning is when the brain juice flows the fastest and as such so does the words from my mouth 😆😅

72. Hmm good question. I guess it depends on your definition of too serious? Because sometimes I think that’s the power in writing, to say what we can’t usually say outloud. And sometimes that means saying the hard things and taking things serious when the rest of the world can be so full of flippancy. So I guess it’s all weighing on your motive and direction overall. Best tip I can give is just to pace yourself and make sure to make a new paragraph at every “new” thing, like view of direction or action, stuff like that.

Thank you so much for the ask! It was fun!🧡🥰

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ask game for fanfic writers

do you know how you want the story to end when you start, or are you just stumbling through the figurative wilderness hoping to find a road?

talk about a notable time a narrative or character has looked you dead in the eyes and said “fuck your plan, here’s what we’re actually doing.”

on a scale of 1-10 how much do you enjoy incorporating romance into the average story?

what is the plot bunny you’ve been carrying for the longest? optional bonus question: do you ever wonder why you haven’t written it yet and experience deep existential dread?

have you ever made a playlist about something you were writing as an elaborate means to procrastinate when you could have been actually writing and if yes drop a link, son

do you have any kind of consistent writing schedule or just hoping for the best?

tell us about the plot of the first fanfic you ever wrote

what’s your relationship with constructive criticism and feedback like? do you seek it out? how well do you take it?

in an ideal world where you’re already super successful and published, would you want to see a tv or movie adaptation of your work? why or why not?

at what point in the process do you come up with titles, and how easy or hard is that for you?

what’s something neat you’ve learned while doing research for something you were writing? also, how much do you worry about doing research in general?

do you ever have trouble focusing on writing? how do you get around that? 

talk about a writing experience that has pleasantly surprised you.

what’s your worst writing habit? 

where do you share your writing?

where is your favorite place to write?

what is your favorite line you’ve ever written?

what is your most and least favorite part of writing?

what are some books or authors that influenced your style the most?

what is your favorite trope to write?

pick a writer to co-write a book with and tell us what you’d write about.

describe your writing process from scratch to finish.

how do you deal with writers block?

on average, how much writing do you get done in a day?

what’s your revision or rewriting process like?

do you like to write one-shots or series, and why?

do you share rough drafts or do you wait until it’s all polished? 28. And who do you share them with?

handwritten notes or typed notes?

give us a spoiler for one of your stories.

most inspirational quote you’ve ever read or heard that’s still important to you.

tell us about one of your characters who’s an absolute joy to write

do characters influence your writing style?

do you start with the characters or the plot when writing?

how do you name characters and places?

tell us about a character who’s very different than you who you love a whole lot

do you base your characters of real people or not? If so, tell us about one.

when creating characters, what comes first: appearance, backstory, motivation, personality, something else?

how many stories do you work on at one time?

are you an avid reader?

best piece of feedback you’ve ever gotten.

what is the weirdest story idea you’ve ever had.

describe the aesthetic of a story in 5 words.

how did writing change you?

any writing advice you want to share?

name three of your favorite fanfic writers.

what time are you the most productive when it comes to writing?

what story are you most proud of?

do you reread your own stories?

do you want to be published some day?

do you plan or do you write whatever comes to your mind?

share the synopsis of a story you work on that you haven’t published yet

how many unfinished ideas/stories are you working on at the same time?

when writing, do you have an outline? and do you stick to it?

what’s a common writing tip that you almost always follow?

do you have any abandoned WIP’s? What made you abandon them?

five years from now, where do you see yourself as a writer?

what is the last thing that a fic made you google when you were reading it?

what is the last thing that a fic made you google when you were writing it?

where is the most dangerous place that you’ve read fic?

where is the most dangerous place that you’ve written fic?

what was the first commercial property (book/movie/tv show/etc) that you realized was actually professional fanfiction?

what’s the weirdest reason you’ve ever shipped something?

what’s the best insult you’ve read in a fic?

what is your favourite title for a fic you’ve read? 

what is your favourite title for a fic you’ve written? 

when have you felt the most confident in your writing? 

when have you felt the least confident?

how long will you spend on a story or scene before you give up?

how do you write emotional scenes? do you ever feel what the characters feel?

are you very critical of your own writing? how much do you find yourself editing (either during the writing or after the fact)?

how do you balance writing and life? do you ever feel overwhelmed by the amount of writing you have to do?

what do you do if a scene gets too serious?

how do you visualize scenes? do you see it like a movie in your head, or do the words just flow?

are you a planner, pantser, or planster?

do you know how your story ends before you start writing?

what is one essential thing to remember when writing a villain? 

how do you write kissing scenes?

how do you choose where to end a chapter?

are you an over-writer, under-writer, or just-right-er?

do you try to put themes, motifs, messages, morals, etc in your writing? if so, how do you go about it?

if you could go back in time and give your younger self a piece of writing advice specific to you, what would it be?

“proper” punctuation or all lowercase?

less is more or more is more?

said: overused or underused?

what would be on a moodboard for your current wip(s)?

which season best matches the mood of your wip(s)?

does your writing style change depending on the genre you write?

if you could have another author write your wip for you (bc we all dream of this occasionally), who would it be?

sarcastic narrators: entertaining or overdone?

do you notice your own voice in your writing style?

how has your writing style changed over the years?

first, second, or third person?

do you hear other people’s writing styles when they talk?

do you prefer dialogue or description?

do you describe a character’s appearance all right away or in pieces?

romantic/social sideplots: interesting or irritating?

abstract or detailed romance scenes?

what don’t you like about your writing style?

was being a writer a dream of yours when you were little? or did it spring up when your older? or is it just a hobby? 

open question to the writer.

a compiled list of asks for me to reference. they are not my own. just some of my favorite questions i’ve picked out from a couple different lists. feel free to reblog and use too!!