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[bluesolarflare]

Update on Things!

Hey yall, Sunny here!

I have been running the Bluesolarflare account for close to four years now! Surprisingly, I have been pretty consistent posting art, almost once a month (even when I didnt have access to my tablet)! For those who know me, they'll know how hard it is for me to even bring myself to post art, so I am very proud of all the work I have done and how much I had improved!

THAT BEING SAID: I am kinda burnt out on MCYT content :,). I'm finding it hard to keep drawing and kinda want to focus on my personal art (I am a year away from graduating from college :0 ). So consider this my formal hiatus announcement. I do not know how long I will be away, or if I will even return. But sincerely, THANK YOU ALL!! I read all the nice key smashes and character analysis under my art. I would not be the artist I am without y'all! I am forever grateful for all the mutuals and friends I have made throughout my time here. I will not be completely abandoning ship, worry not. I plan to continue using my account to view artist and support where I can! I just will not be making content.

I hope you all understand and thank you for everything !

TLDR: I am going on an indefinite Hiatus, thank you guys for everything :D

[elvenbeard]

WIP Wednesday (actually on Wednesday!)

I was tagged by @therealnightcity @chevvy-yates a while ago and @pinkyjulien indirectly >:D

So I'm gonna do a small dump of all the (too many) things I'm doing at the moment!

Modding: I've started NPVince, finally!! That screenshot is from two weeks ago but I didnt make much progress yet cause being ill and cosplay things got in the way xD But on a basic level he is done and I'm really looking forward to start customizing him (not so much cleaning up the files and custompathing xD but I'll get there!)

Cosplay Stuff: ngl, this vest might be one of the nicest pieces of clothing I've ever done so far uwu I'm really proud but also already know several things I'd like to redo about it when I make a 2.0 version xD I also want to redo some details on this, technically still gotta add sleeves, and also so many badges and the samurai patch and bullets and aaahhhh! But I love it a lot already uwu other than that what's missing of my 2023!Kerry outfits still are the pants, and I've never done pants as complex before, but I'm really looking forward to tackling that :D

Art: Next up are some commissions first, but inbetween I'm working on several smaller illustrations all at once. One I cant post on tumblr in full xD this one is hopefully gonna be the start of a series of my favourite in-game scenes visualised like movie still-frames :3

Writing: I'm also slowly working away on my longfic, chapter 16 is almost done! But I also have brainworms atm about an alternative ending ficlet with max 5-8 chapters for the PL ending 👀 we shall see when and if I get to that xD

I'm not tagging anyone in particular, but if you see this, consider yourself tagged and pls tag me so I can peek at the cool things you're all working on!!

[whereonceiwasfire]

Landing Zone

Figured it was about time I finally did one of these, so hey, hi, hello, I'm Rees (a.k.a. WhereOnceIWasFire). You can find some general info about me, and a masterlist of fics in this post!

GENERAL

Any pronouns

I write fic (masterlist below the cut)

My brain has been chemically altered by: Danny Phantom and DBZ (though I typically keep Dragonball posts to my sideblog)

My DMs/inbox are open! Send me things, I'm friendly, I swear!

I'm always open to prompt requests (though I don't do crossovers). Feel free to leave me something in my ask box, and I'll get to it when I have a chance/if it sparks an idea!

FICS

(tags can be found on ao3)

Finished Fics:

Overshadowed - Long ass (140K) College AU, No One Knows, heavy angst, mystery w/ horror elements, mostly happy ending, but I also left it a bit open/ambiguous. I MIGHT write a sequel one day. Everything's Fine (And the Boss is Totally Not a Cryptid) - Outsider POV, intern gets hired at Vlad Co., shenanigans ensue. Oh so many Dracula references. H(a)unted - Weird, angsty little Ghost Hunter Danny AU. Separate Danny and Phantom. ALT ending. I have some ideas percolating to continue off the alternate ending. The Hazards of Being Hot High AF - Shippy Popular Psychology (Jazz/Dash) oneshot I found in my fics folder. Jazz visits Dash in the hospital after a football injury. Elementary, My Dear Fenton - Ecto-Implosion fic. A goofy comedy-mystery where Danny and the trio try to track down who left an anonymous gift in his locker. They get WAY too into it.

WIPs:

Not So Bitter Reunions - AU, canon divergence, badger cereal. The college reunion goes decidedly less off the rails than in canon, leading to some nefarious consequences. I'm just kind of vibing with this one. High School's a Beach - **AGIT SPOILERS** Dan's in high school. This one is so very unserious, but I think I've got a few more chapters left in me. Needs Must (When the Devil Drives) - Canon divergence. AU. Vlad and Harriet reconnect at the college reunion, but since Vlad's technically an evil spirit, he's adversely impacted by things like salt, windchimes, running water, etc. Bad News (Vlad/Harriet) shipfic. I just...I think they're neat. Bearer of Bad News - Post Phantom Planet (not AGIT compliant). Bad News fic because I have an illness and these two live in my head rent free. The GIW enlist Harriet's help in preventing Ghost King Danny from destroying the earth.

Drabbles/Ficlets:

DannyMay 2022 - I don't remember any of these being particularly good, but they do exist. I very much did not last the entire month. Drabble Dump from Tumblr asks - this is just what it sounds like. Though, in general, I'll probably start trying to post oneshots and/or collect the separate, individual Tumblr ask ficlets on this post now instead of just clumping them in a drabble dump on ao3. Monsters Don't Exist - horror vibes. AU. Vlad didn't peace out after the accident and he's keeping his enemies (Maddie and Jack) close. Jazz suspects their babysitter, Uncle Vlad, is more dangerous than everyone else in the family seems to think. Cheese Melt ficlet - Outsider POV. Dani has a parent-teacher interview. Cheese Melt ficlet #2 - Dani doesn't like the toy she got at Nasty Burger. Vlad gets her a new one. Badger cereal ficlet - No one knows AU. Danny works as a cashier and Vlad accidentally outs his supervillain indetity by infodumping to him when Danny makes idle customer-servicey smalltalk.

Unwritten/Unposted:

I'm not going to list out all my filenames and ideas, don't worry lol. But I do have a couple (*cough* couple hundred *cough*) ideas percolating or half written in my fics folder, so that is a thing. I want to jump on WIP Wednesday and such, but like. IDK. Feel free to ask/harass me about my unposted WIPs too, I am motivated by peer pressure.

[avocado-frog]

WIP files tag

Thank u to @the-stray-storyteller this is a new one I'm not going to do all of them because I have... quite a few (206) and so I'm just going to go by canon chapter what they're saved as instead of all the extra shit

RULES: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and answer with a snippet or tell them about it. Tag as many people as you have WIPS

Well, I technically only have three real ones, these are all just files for them so I don't have to tag 100 people: @elizaellwrites @briannaswords @litbylightning

(Forget me not- 1-30 Dahlia- 31-51 Rosemary- 51-93)

Halloween chapter (part 1: Leo. black rose)

Picture + Sam cameo

School chapter/Leo characterization moment

Things Are Getting Spooky

Leo steals a vehicle

Jaxon and Dylan are here!!

Logan and Lily are here!!

Leo character development moment

Ryan and Sam are here!!

Elliot is here!!

Part two- Jaxon. Zinnia. Just Vibing

Dylan backstory moment

Ryan and Elliot kidnap Logan or something

Exposition chapter

Merry crisis

Elliot mental illness moment

Ryan fucking DROWNS

Ryan backstory moment + bonding

Maine arc part one

Picnic chapter (im so sad)

Part three- Elliot. Lily of the valley. Sad times are near

Elliot VS staircase (part one of three)

Elliot goes mortal kombat mode (elliot vs staircase part two)

Dylan backstory moment again

SHIT FUCK THINGS ARE HAPPENING

Ryan vs Elliot (ryan has the knife) (skipped this outline like a dumbfuck)

sobs screams cries

Triplet backstory hours + STOP FALLING DOWN THE STAIRS

Ryan vs Elliot (elliot has the knife) (rest in peace)

sequel bait (brain arc technically)

Dahlia 1- Sam. Marigold. ABSURD the word count on this bitch

Leo vs Jaxon (Jaxon loses)

Sam being a sad lil guy

In which I needed 21 chapters so i wrote this one

Logan backstory hours

Dylan kidnaps a coma patient

Dahlia part two- Dylan. Iris. Things are getting spooky again

Beginning of the brain arc

Dylan and Ryan vs The Horrors (brain arc)

Leo backstory chapter (real world)

And they were roommates (real world)

Park/Forest/Circus (brain arc)

Who Could've Seen This Coming (real world)

Lab/Mirror/Garden (brain arc) (Also! Part three- Ryan. Asphodel)

Logan Lily and Cass vs the horrors (real world)

Docks/Playroom/Memory (brain arc)

Sam is a magic man (real world)

Leo vs Jaxon (Leo loses)

Logan adopts two more kids

Dylan, Elliot, Logan + where did jax go

Jaxon left the group chat

Rosemary 1- Cass. Sunflower (I THINK) things are happening all of the time

In which i really liked jellicoe road

Jaxon is stolen

Another Emily backstory

Jaxon backstory chapter (will i have one for all the kids?)

The kids all have bonding hours

More Emily (BOOO)

Elliot and Dylan (good for the soul)

Leo is stolen from the hospital whoops

One more Olivia + Emily chapter

Part 2- Logan. Woodland sage. I really wish I could've used Jaxon instead

Jaxon and Leo reunion (gone wrong)

Jaxon and Leo stop being the Worst (derogatory)

Dylan and Logan finally stop being the Worst (affectionate)

Dylan finally manages to get through to Leo

Jaxon loses hand privileges

Leo's escape

Dylan Fucking Dies

Jaxon is being weird

Get stabbed nerd

Jaxon goes feral

Part 3- Lily. Gladiolus. YES I KNOW WHAT HER FLOWER SHOULD BE SHUT THE FUCK YOUR UP

Oh yeah marcy is a character

Cass and Elliot bonding times

Dylan backstory dump (i honest to god skipped this outline again)

Leo and Logan go to get Jaxon (gone wrong)

War arc or something

Logan and Leo vs Jaxon

Fighting fighting fighting

Ryan vs Jaxon. Elliot character development moment

The twins commit felonies (logan is there too)

Part 4- Marcy. Hyacinth. HA FUCK YOU U THOUGHT I WOULD SKIP HER HUH

Kai and Jaxon being much gayer than I meant for them to be

Jaxon is finally allowed to talk to the kids, Ryan is sad

Nothing important happens. the kids watch a movie

More talking + wrapping up plot shit

Part 5- Kai. Peony. FIVE CHAPTERS LEFT

Happy birthday to the Jaxon himself

Logan, Marcy, Kai final chapter

Jaxon and Dylan final chapter

Leo and Cass's birthday. Lily, Ryan, Sam, Cass, Elliot, Leo final chapter

LAST ONE.

Character charts

outlines???

Character analysises

flower symbolism + characters

funky ghost au

medieval au

group chat thing

[josjournal]

One Line, Any Fic

I was tagged by @moonflowerlei Thanks for the tag, sweetie!

Pick any 10 of your fics, scroll somewhere to the mid point, pick a line, and share it! Then tag 10 people.

I wasn't sure if I was supposed to do posted works or WIPS, so I figured why not do both?

Posted Works:

Face to Face (Ziam, Explicit, 57286 words)

The two of them turned to look at Liam who was holding his phone and looking utterly bewildered and a bit like someone had killed his cat; or rather turtle, Zayn corrected himself, remembering that Liam had turtles.

The Last of Him (Sterek, General, 3067 words)

He realized now as he lay atop Scott's chest on the ground, his friend growling lowly beneath him, that running after all he'd drank wasn't the wisest idea he'd ever had.

Parental Approval (Sterek, Teen, 34617 words)

"Um...okay," Stiles said, wondering if Derek was listening to himself but moving on because he could admit that the woman was objectively attractive, but he couldn't help but be bothered by the fact that she kept appearing in the investigation although the photo was a candid, not a mug shot, so she hadn't been a suspect.

Full Moon Ficlet #370 - Dye (Sterek, General, 1044 words) (Note: I included this because it was the first FMF I wrote)

“Yours looks distinguished like a college professor or something. Plus you’re in your forties! I’m still in my thirties and I look like someone dumped a bunch of flour on my head.” 

Peek-A-Boo (Sterek, Teen, 5573 words)

“When Stiles was your size,” his father started, earning an interested look from Derek and a glare from Stiles, “he begged his mom to let him help wash dishes one night. So, we put him in an apron and stood him on a chair, just like you are. As soon as he got started, he began bitc-complaining. ‘Why do I have to do all the work around here?’ ‘No one does anything.�� I suspect he learned it from his mother.” 

Derek and Their Pack (Sterek, Teen, 1845 words)

He hated that there was a chance he would need protection against Derek and a part of him knew that if his Mate were still feral, it wouldn’t matter if he killed him. Stiles would be dead by morning anyway.

Nora, Too (Ziam, General, 3109 words)

“Bisexuals exist, Zayn,” Yaser said, smirking when Zayn covered his face with both hands.

Magic, Indeed (Sterek, General, 1126 words)

Derek walked around the counter, following Stiles. The magic smell was stronger behind the curtain and Derek paused. He had to wonder if Stiles even knew that he carried so much magic within himself but didn’t know how to ask. 

A Bad Boy (Sterek, Teen, 573 words)

Stiles dropped his head before muttering, “I’m sorry, Daddy, I’ve been a bad boy.”

Forever, Leeyum (Ziam, Teen, 9689 words)

“If I’m sick, it’s because of the storm, not you. Unless you’re a superhero, who has the power to spread illness and disease. Oh shit, are you Germ-Man?” Zayn asked.

WIPS (Do not question my working titles - they make sense to me, but feel free to send any other questions you might have about these):

Howling Wolf Ranch (Sterek)

“So, you’ve never dated? Or is there a Mrs. Derek hiding in the cellar?” Stiles teased, wondering why the idea bothered him.

Author/PA AU (Ziam)

Liam thought over the meals he’d eaten so far, smiling as he remembered the courgette chips. “He’s a sneaky cook,” he finally said, laughing when Roo expressed confusion. “He sneaks fruits and vegetables into things that shouldn’t have them, and he uses courgettes instead of potatoes for chips.”

High School Reunion AU (Ziam)

“I may have left England, but it was never my intention to leave your lives,” Liam said. He hesitated before continuing, trying to school his voice so his next statement wouldn’t come out as accusing as it sounded in his head. “I wasn’t the one who didn’t answer the phone.”

TFLN5 (Sterek)

“I knew you two were like The Odd Couple,” she commented. “I could just tell last night.”

Sweetwater Sterek (Sterek)

Stiles saw Jackson smirk and knew the asshole was planning to lie to get free beer. Jackson may be rich but if he can get away with getting something for free, he’s the first one to do it.

Summer Camp Fire (Sterek)

Stiles squawked in mild offense as Derek grumbled, “We aren’t a charity case or a freak show.”

SelfDefense (Sterek)

“Come out of the closet, Dude,” he called, snickering, the sound dying when Derek appeared from the darkness in a pair of Stiles’ sweatpants that hung loosely around the waist but hugged his thighs in a way that made it difficult for Stiles to swallow.

SB2018 Story 1 (Sterek)

The young pup vibrated with excitement as he stood in the center of the living room and yelled, “Ta-ta, they here!” as soon as he laid eyes on Derek. “Hi, Dee Dee.”

Programmer/Boss AU (Sterek)

“Hey, Princess,” Danny called out, chuckling when she stuck her tongue out and blew a raspberry at him. “I’m so sorry. Hey, Warrior Princess.”

Penpals (Sterek)

“Alright. Baby Bunny,” Derek agreed, happy that his sister was smiling again as she skipped out of his room and he heard her going down the stairs and calling out a greeting to their older sister, Laura, who was coming in the door from her day at the junior high school.

Anyone still reading? I have a billion more WIPs and my muse is being an asshole, so if you have any questions about any of them, please send them on my way - maybe your question will be what kicks my muse into gear.

I tag @katries @celestialvoid-fanfiction @novemberhush and any of my other writer friends that feel like doing this!

[cankersaurus]

new ocs! (kinda*)

they're designs are kinda wips but i wanted to post while the idea wuz still semi fresh :D (* they are redesigns of old OCs that i might post for reference later)

they r in the same universe as the WBs but they arent rlly involved in their stories (Amy is friends with Virgil but thays mostly it for now)

but anyways heres a lil info dump abt them (i dont have a name for them quite yet) basically it starts with Amy (she/they) nd Ebwurd (he/they) who knew eachother since elementary. they grow up together and through that time Amy starts having bpd tendencies (im not smart enough to diagnose) and starts to become kinda Toxic but Ebwurd knows that Amy is v mentally ill nd since Eb is also mentally ill he feels it wud b hypocritical to leave. as adults they find that it wud b smart to become roomates with their other friend Blahve (he/him) and while they were at it they started a band (Ebwurd being the vocalist nd computer dude, Amy being the guitarist nd Blahve drumming) . for awhile they all lived together nd during that time Blahve nd Ebwurd grow a bond in where their very aggressive to eachother but its always just play fighting, but Ebwurd nd Amy are constantly genuinely fighting and after the constant tension builds up Ebwurd just decides to finally leave abruptly without anyone noticing. after realizing he doesn't have a plan he kinda just panicks nd starts asking random ppl in his phone that he hasn't talked to since highschool if he can crash on their couch nd Miriam (she/xy/cy/it) is the only one to say yes. Ebwurd immediately takes a liking to "Mrim" and the chill badass image of her in his head and soon they start dating nd thats just qbt qll i got, its basically a slight rewrite of their og story so its subject to change :D

also there's lots of strange occurrences scattered throughout the story me thinks

[localvoidwhumper-moved]

HELLO WHUMP COMMUNITY.

A GREMLIN IS FINALLY COMING OUT OF THEIR LITTLE CAVE AND THAT GREMLIN IS ME

so hi there and welcome to my INTRO POST!

(despite having tumbr for years, i still suck at post formatting so please bear with me dkdhj)

I'm a person of many names, but for the sake of brevity I'll give you three

feel free to call me Yeehaw, Void or Isaac, whichever you prefer

I go mainly by they/them

English isn't my first language so please be patient with the occasional grammatical mistakes jdldjdldjdkdh

This is my main, chaotic blog where I'll reblog and try to post whump along with lots of stuff about my ocs and some other things.

For a bit about me: I am a writer, an artist, and a long time fan of whump. Ever since i was a wee child i found great joy in brewing up dark scenarios in my little mind to hurt the fictional people i made. And so i continued and now, here we are.

ONTO THE CREATIVE INFO!

(and buckle your seatbelts, this will be a long ride)

My favorite tropes:

i adore anything to do with dehumanization, which is why pet whump is one of my favorites! Nonhuman characters are very much my bread and butter, be them whumpers, caretakers or whumpees. That brings us to vampires in specific. I love those. mwah perfect. i also love creepy and intimate whumpers ohooo yes.

i like to see my whumpees break. i like my whumpees terrified. i like watching the last shreds of hope be ripped away from them and see how they scream and cry because what did they do to deserve this? BUUT i also like a hardy defiant whumpee who instead of breaking, snaps. and oh the desire for revenge... delightful. i like many things dkhdkdjd

gore, torture, kidnapping, lab and medical whump, restraints, heavy conditioning, the "damned if you do damned if you don't" trope, illness whump, all of those are absolute FAVORITES of mine

when it comes to comfort, i like seeing the recovery process, eg: a heavily conditioned and traumatized whumpee slowly learning that life isn't all pain. oh yesssss. i enjoy comfort and specks of hope being granted just before overwhelming torture strikes. it's about the contrast

when it comes to squicks, i don't really have a need to list them. i simply Dont Look at what makes me too uncomfortable once i find it so as long as a work has its themes properly tagged, it's all fine and dandy :D

I have a fuckton of ocs. might just make a big ole post cataloging all of them and let people send in asks requesting an oc and a prompt, who knows!

I have many ideas but it's hard to organize them so expect random disorganized idea dumps every now and them (voidrambles? maybe)

I'll also post lots of art, mostly oc drawings and some whumpy ideas!

AND FEEL FREE TO SEND ME ASKS!!! i love interacting and i promise i dont bite im just shy

MAIN STORY:

My main wip still doesn't have a proper name so I've been calling it the "wolf and rabbit story". It's mostly a recovery story that takes place in a world where hybrids, humans with animal characteristics, are mistreated and oppressed by most governments at large, and as such often end up becoming pets (i still gotta organize this worldbuilding *sobs*). The story follows Aleksei, a wolf hybrid who escaped the system and is now a citizen, and Vincent, a pet rabbit hybrid who ran away from his old master and is now living as a stray. Well, was living as a stray, untill Aleksei found him bleeding on the streets and made the impulse decision to take the rabbit in. Features lots of caretaking and comfort and past trauma and that wip is my baby basically.

if you've read up until this point, thank you! now it's time to play tag

(if anyone tagged here wants me to remove the tag, please let me know)

here are the main blogs which inspired me to write whump and dive into this lovely community! they're all amazing and i recommend checking them out!

@just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi was the first whump blog i saw! Her Tool series just awoke something deep in my heart and i haven't stopped since

@whumpster-dumpster 's delightful prompts have carried me through many a writer's block!

@wumpzone was the blog which actually inspired me to start my wip! her stories are all worth checking out they're so good

@whumpsday 's kane and jim series is just UGH PERFECT it sparks so much joy all their blog sparks joy

and @whumpshaped is the one who gave me the last push i needed to finally post this! (thank you whumpshaped of the lake <3) its writing and drabbles are all perfect and amazing and i love it all (devil hot.... my beloved) go check it out!

and i think this is basically it, folks.

if there's anything i should change around for more clarity, please do tell

and thanks for listening to my whump intro!!

have a good earth rotation :D

[tizzymcwizzy]

wip game!! :D

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have wips. (You can make your own post or reblog this one!)  I have deemed that this isn’t just for writing either. Sketch titles? Comics? Dnd campaigns? If you have an unfinished project, it counts!!

thanks @zivazivc @anna-scribbles and @carpisuns for tagging me! this is really good timing cause i have SO fucking many wips that im working on rn hddhhd

also! im gonna be leaving for vacation today! so! i may answer your ask tomorrow and not rn cause i need to get on a plane! dhdhhdJDJDHFG please feel free to send lots of asks about multiple tho, there's too many of these

(some date back to around 2019 some are very recent as of like, yesterday)

DIVIDED BY FANDOM AND TYPE:

miraculous ladybug

ART WIPS:

adrinette cuddle hours

horror

jumpscare

recognized

marichat cuddles

rings (on makeup file)

marichat painting nails

dump and stuff

digital redraws

chat noir comic

DUMP (sketches)

DUMP (memora)

whose woods these are marichat

tizzy's wips

disguise

more dump

letters

fashion kids

thinking of family

trapped

ladymonk designs

marichat romeo juliet

ghost of your past

don't ask me what this means

nightgown adrien

mlb x toh crossover

FICS:

asnyr (a stranger's new years resolution)

FINALLY THE LIBRARY AU

plus one

memora

the whisps decide her fate

villain au 2.0

when i wake there you are, just for me

it's you

of flowers and feathers

he could handle this

"we're not like everyone else," felix said

adrien bitching at his dad blurb

"god, and the fact that I would let her,"

ladymonk

POETRY:

oh to the truest love of things

how i knew it was over

ladynoir kissing poetry

she says i love you

oh dear god what is it to be a man in love

the owl house

ART WIPS:

hollow mind

hunter sketchdump

get yo girl bitch

outfits

lumity kiss

mlb x toh crossover

toh and at dumps

hunter redraw doodle

waffle house

(the following are from the past week)

truama talk

sandwich

give me your hand

makeover

makeover dump

hit him in a heartbeat now

something that you once where

white boy wednesday

he's a hunter

leave him alone

FICS/CONCEPTS:

late night walks through a green wood

memories of most exquisite anguish

"oh my goodness, Philip? Is that you?"

hexsquad motorcycle

hunters journey down the knee notes

POETRY:

there's this string that ties us together

is this what it's like to be loved without condition?

personal/other

skid and mari

untitled

snales

ocs

class 3

him

SNAIL WIP

last girl

the seamstress

weird

danny testing

class 5

stuff

GUY

whatever the fuck

marcie

dilves

CHRIST that was long,, anyway there's no way in hell i can tag enough people so ill abstain dfghhhff feel free to do this if you want to tho!

[bokutokoutarou]

Hi hii~ If its okay for me to ask, what works are u currently working on? I'm looking forward for your future works and I just wanna know what we're going to expect next bc im curious af (ﾉД`) Sorry if this is too much huhu

ooh i have lots of drafts with ideas so idk if i can explain them all, but i’ll explain a bit about the ones i’m currently working on without giving too much away!!

my favourite wip rn is a hospital fic about kuroo. i don’t wanna explain too much about this one bc there’s lowkey a reveal at the end, but it’s supposed to be sad and has mentions of illness + d*ath. i’m not saying if anyone dies, or if it just mentions it because i don’t wanna spoil the ending, but i’m really excited to finish it! i will say that the lyrics in the song “listen before i go” by billie eilish fits into it perfectly (i didn’t plan for it to, i realized it afterwards when my friend told me)

another thing i’m currently writing is a prompt request for makki! the prompts are “fall in love w/ me instead” and “u don’t know what ur saying”. the premise is basically that the reader and makki are best friends, and when y/n gets dumped makki suggests that they both go out for drinks (to forget what happened, obviously). as they’re drinking, makki drunkenly tells y/n to fall in love with him instead, and the fic just goes on from there

i have a prince!kuroo au that i’m halfway done writing. i’m not gonna say too much about it, but basically y/n is a rebellious princess who wholeheartedly hates her title, and when her parents try to find her a suitor she’s like “f no” and runs away for the night. later on, kuroo (her suitor) finds her and they both realize that they have more in common than they think (but it doesn’t end the way u expect it to bc i love twists)

finally, i have another wip about kuroo (wow, i might as well change my blog name to kurootetsurou) that i needa rewrite bc i don’t like the way i wrote it. it’s sad (again) and it has smth to do with fate bringing kuroo and the reader together (the sad part will make sense later)

i have so many drafts with other things tho. here’s what some of them are:

inked hearts (the multipart fic series that i posted the intro for)

the three fics that i announced for my 500 follower special (if u search “500” on my account and scroll down, u’ll see the three fics i announced)

an au involving bokuto + glitter (it’ll make sense later)

break your heart part 3 (the final part)

a smau crossover between two things i like (not saying what), but idk if anyone would even read it so i’ve been holding off on it

some other prompt requests (those are still open)

but yeah, i’m glad ur looking forward to my works bc i’m rlly looking forward to u all hating me for how many angst fics i’m planning😌✨

[marmolady]

March/April WIP Dump

Upcoming Fics:

(long post; previews under the cut)

I’m currently working on the second half of my recent fic ‘Teething Problems’, which will see Estela’s struggles as she adjusts to motherhood, and flashes forward to a life with young Liv.

Bile in her mouth… choking. The sickening knowing as her trembling fingers brushed over the logo emblazoned on the envelope. They were too late… they were too fucking late…. Please, god, no… Mom….

A frightened shout cut through the haze. “Mom! MAMA!”

…Mom?... ‘it is with deepest regret that we inform you...’

“Stay awake—stay awake, Mommy, please!”

‘…tragic accident…’ Gone… gone… Mom—no! Estela’s body quivered violently as she fought with her last ounce of strength. Her consciousness rang with an animalistic scream, an ancient memory and a wound, ripped open to kill her at long last. Anguish, rage. Helpless, hopeless… utter despair. She’s gone… she’s gone…. But through the speck of light that Estela frantically held onto, she could see another face. A face wracked with the very same agony that she herself was drowning in. Her baby. You can’t do this to her! No… not to Livi… Livita…. Please… anything but that…

“…I’m…s-sorr—” And all was darkness.

And I’m revisiting the Rourke Ending, but before I go any further, I want to explore the reunion of Estela and Taylor.

There was this girl. Blonde… electric blue eyes. Not all that tall, not all that short. Just another average blonde-haired, blue eyed girl in your average American college. The girl… Taylor she’d said she was called, looked to Estela to be just an ordinary anyone. Which is why she bothered Estela so. For the way that girl played upon her mind after bumping into her just the once; that was anything but ordinary.

Estela had made a point of keeping to herself in the days since beginning her studies as a freshman at Hartfield University. Though she’d been raised by her uncle in San Trobida, away from the trappings of her lineage, she was certain that it wouldn’t be long before she was known here as the daughter of the Emperor and the Second Empress. It was a connection she’d long despised. That she and her uncle had spent the last however many years fighting against a dictatorship was laughably ironic when it was none other than a cruel dictator who’d sired her… who still kept a hold over her mother. Had it been down to Estela, she’d never have come to this place, but at her uncle’s insistence that she arm herself with the best education they could give her, she’d relented. Quite an achievement in persuasion for his part. It was not every day that Estela Montoya backed down.

There must have been a reason she was drawn to that girl, Taylor.

Possibly the fic I’m most excited about writing is a piece that will see Estela seeking answers from Iris, the sole person she has access to who might be able to shed some light on her mother’s involvement with Rourke. It’ll be a mix of ‘present’ day and flashbacks from Olivia’s point of view.

Estela levelled Iris with a look that would have all but the bravest quaking in their boots.

“Why? I know how you felt about my mother—”

“My feelings aren’t what’s important here. Estela, for all the torment you must have endured, you deserve the truth. Or, at least, as much of the truth as I have to offer.”

Suspicious, Estela continued to scrutinise Iris’ face. While the hologram may have been programmed to be free from tell-tale tics in her most robotic state, this version was human in all but physical form. If there were no signs of intended deception… could she truly trust Iris?

“I hold no ill will toward you. It would never be my intention to cause you further pain.”

“Fine,” Estela said shortly. If there was a scrap of closeness to her mother that could be gained by hearing Iris’ memories of her, there really was no question. She didn’t even have her tio to ask questions to anymore…. “I’ll talk to you. I’ll talk to you, so long as Taylor is with me.”

And finally, I’ll be writing another Michelle x Quinn fic at long last, set immediately after my story ‘Broken Chains’.

“It’s beautiful, Quinn. The contradictions of mood you’ve managed to give it… it just feels deep. Like you’ve managed to put on canvas a storm of too many emotions.” How I feel right now. And how you…? “Quinn…?”

“It helped me come to grips with my own feelings. The contradiction of it all. Coming home, looking forward to a future that I never should have had—and that’s where it gets me. I cheated. I was given the most incredible gift, a miracle, but it’s giving false hope. It’s such a small community of Rotterdam’s sufferers, we all know one another. To see them hear that I’m better, to have them desperately want to know how, why… oh, Michelle, it makes me feel like a monster. I have nothing to give, no way to explain it. Suddenly there’s this pressure to make this life I’ve been given worthy of that miracle.”

[alcego-writes]

Writing With ADHD

Writing is hard at the best of times, but when you have to add your brain to your list of obstacles, it gets exponentially more difficult. That doesn’t mean you can’t do it! Like most things, it just means you have to find a way to write that works for you.

I am notoriously ADHD. For the majority of my writing experience, I have done nothing but write short snippets of something and then disappear into obscurity because that was all I could manage to do. However, recently I’ve been able to spend time trouble-shooting my writing experience and that’s been a godsend. I’ve been writing consistently (at least four days a week) since mid-September of this year, something that was previously unthinkable. In that time, I’ve written roughly 82,000 words across several projects, which is more than I’ve written in my entire life, let alone over such a short span of time.

I’m not saying this to brag, although I am certainly proud of this, but to say that it is possible to write with ADHD. It is possible to write a lot with ADHD. And it is possible to write without being in agony with ADHD.

It’s not an easy process, as what works for writers without ADHD may not work for you, or may need to be tweaked considerably to work for you. So here I’ve broken down a few issues that I struggled with, as well as some ways to overcome those issues. (Note: These may not work for you, or may need to be changed to work for you. Don’t worry about that! All that matters is you’ve found a way to write that works for you.)

Inspiration Overload

You know what I’m talking about: when you’ve got one great idea, but before you can make any real headway on the project you get another great idea, but before you can get started on that you get yet another great idea, and so on and so forth. It happens to the best of us, and it doesn’t have to get in the way of progress!

Obviously there are a ton of ways to overcome this, but for this post I’m just going to focus on these three:

Idea Dumps

Multiple Projects

Work It In

1. Idea Dumps

It’s not exactly an attractive name, so apologies for that, but it does mean roughly what it says. Personally, I have two idea dumps: one is a Scrivener document where I jot down loose lines of inspiration or basic ideas. The other is a notebook where I loosely outline ideas so I can appease the side of my brain that demands I work on it right-now-immediately.

Obviously, there’s more options than just that. You may find that sticky notes or a legal pad or a Google Doc or the notes program on your phone works better. That’s fine! Just get the idea down, so you won’t have to worry about forgetting it and you get a little bit of satisfaction knowing you’ve gotten some work done on it.

2. Multiple Projects

If you can manage it, pull up several documents. Write down the idea and bounce between the docs as your inspiration shifts. This does require some self-control, namely knowing how many WIPs you can actively work on at the same time (and when you need to shift something onto the back-burner). 

This will look different for everyone. For me, I can work on two projects at a time when time and energy allows, but as soon as mid-terms/finals/holidays come into play, I have to shift my focus to one WIP or risk burning myself out.

Play with it! Look at your history of WIPs. When has it been the easiest for you to write? The hardest? Apply that to your writing routine and tweak it as needed until it works for you.

3. Work It In

This doesn’t work for all ideas, but finding ways to include a heist narrative in your vaporwave novel can be an incredibly rewarding feeling. To do this, consider your active WIP and the new idea you have. What does the new idea have that the other is lacking? Can the new idea be shaped to fit into the active WIP? 

For example, I developed the concept for my sci-fi novel from two different ideas. One was a young woman who doubled as a superhero trying to take down a corrupt government, and the other consisted of three clearly defined characters who lacked anything resembling a plot. By merging the two, I gave that WIP a well-rounded cast and ensured that those three characters didn’t waste away in my idea dump doc without ever getting a plot.

It’s trial and error, but it can work!

What the Fuck is a “Routine”

I don’t know about y’all, but I cannot function without a routine. I also struggle to establish anything resembling a routine without a lot of struggling. It’s hard! It’s difficult to do anything, let alone create a method of going about your day that leads to consistent productivity.

The biggest thing that helped me get a routine was to stop thinking about it as a rigid, immovable thing. Routines can be that, yes, but for me it was impossible to create a routine without trying to track my every task down to the minute. Which, if you’ve ever tried a routine like that and started falling behind, is a slippery slope.

Instead, make a list of the things you want to do every day, or every week, or every month. Look at the ones you want to do right now, and focus on doing those on a regular basis. Once you’ve worked that one thing into your day and can do it without struggling overmuch, you can start focusing on adding another.

For example, I wanted to write consistently. Not every day, but at least every week. And I wanted to have something to show for that, so I would be able to look back and say, “Hey, I’ve been doing good!” So I grabbed a sticky note, wrote the date on the top, and listed every day of the week on a different line. Each day I wrote something, I wrote the word count on the sticky note. At the end of the week, I totaled up what I wrote for the week and then stuck it in the front cover of my writing notebook.

I’ve spoken with people who take their planner/calendar and put one sticker per thousand words on the day they wrote (e.g. on November 28, I wrote 2,000 words, so I would put two stickers on November 28). You might grab a clear jar and some cotton balls/marbles/little rocks and put one in for every thousand words, or enter it into a writing program that tracks that for you. Whatever works!

The point of this is to give yourself a reward system. What I outlined above is a form of reward system, where you can see your efforts clearly and on paper. This is more effective for me than telling myself I can’t get on Tumblr/read/listen to a podcast until I’ve written x number of words, but there are different strokes for different folks. Play around with it, and find a way to reward yourself for your work! (Your brain will appreciate the dopamine boost, I guarantee it.)

Once you’ve added a few things to your daily/weekly/monthly tasks, you’ll have a routine! I like to break down my tasks as little bullet-points on a notepad so I can cross them out when I get done. (Right now my lists look like 1. Write, 2. Algebra HW, 3. Sociology HW, 4. Eat, if that gives you any idea of my priorities.

Burnout

This shit sucks!! You write 5k in one sitting and then nothing for the next eight months (I’m totally not speaking from experience... that would be.... ridiculous). It’s really disheartening, as it feels like you’ve lost all creative ability. You go to write but words Won’t Happen. The ideas don’t just turn stale; they disappear entirely.

It happens. Unfortunately, it does. Some people may call it writer’s block (which I could do an entire post about on its own, as it comes in so many different shapes and sizes) but in the end, all that matters is you Can’t Write.

Before you decide that writing just isn’t for you, take a moment to consider why you’ve burnt out. What external factors (school, work, social obligations) affected you? Were any internal factors (mental health, illness, bad break-up, etc.) getting in the way of your work? Is there anything you can do to ease those challenges?

You might be surprised to notice a few patterns. For example, I always struggled to write during a flare-up, or when my mental health got bad, or when school and work collided in disastrous ways. There isn’t always something you can do to fix those things, but just knowing that there’s a reason can be helpful.

Also, take note of when you start getting your mojo back. When do you notice the first ghostly shape of an idea taking form? When do you start itching to write? Music, relaxation, and days off can have a significant effect on your creative cycle.

In fact, your creative cycle will almost definitely insist you take days off. There’s a reason I don’t hold myself to more than 4 days of writing a week, and that’s because I know my limits. My idea-brain needs time to recharge, even if I can occasionally go weeks at a time without taking a break. (Which, for the record, usually results in burnout.)

Be kind to yourself. Take note of your patterns and play into them. Take time off, force yourself to write on the days when you know it’s just hell-brain throwing a tantrum, remember to eat and drink. You’d be surprised by how often burnout coincides with a decline in self-care.

Consistency

Routines aren’t all that matter. Consistency is key, and not for any of those bullshit “you’re not a real writer unless you write every day” reasons. Momentum is incredibly helpful, and you can’t build that unless you’re also developing good habits.

Routines can help build momentum, but the crux of it all lies in self-discipline. AKA ADHD hell.

Reward systems can help, as can accountability systems (like posting your writing progress every week...), but the biggest change for me was not any of that.

It was letting myself write badly, and celebrating those words anyway.

Sounds odd, right? Why would I celebrate what is objectively bad? It’s because a combination of ADHD-brain and my upbringing led me to develop a paralyzing case of perfectionism. What’s the point of writing it unless you do it perfect?

It’s better to write it badly and make sense of it later. As the saying goes, you can’t edit a blank page. Write badly. If you need to, turn the text the same color as the background so you can’t obsess over the quality. Write in Comic Sans (which is a very good font, but also incredibly difficult to take seriously) or something that you can’t read easily. Find a way to write garbage and then celebrate it. Celebrate the number, or the fact that you’ve gotten the dumbest version out and it can only get better from here.

By doing that, you allay fears of perfectionism. Practice makes perfect, and practice means several drafts, many of which will hurt to read. You’ll get better the more you write, and the more you write the easier it will be to push through the scenes that aren’t working. Hell, get into the practice of using brackets when you can’t think up the scene, or need a name, or need to do research, and just keep writing. No matter what, keep that momentum going.

If you need an outline to avoid getting lost, do that. If you need to feel free to explore the story without restraints, do that. Just write. Keep writing. It’s bad? Keep going. Your ideas will change; adapt to the new concept and make a note to yourself to fix the earlier aspects later. Keep going. 

And there’s obviously more I can go on about, but these are the main things that helped me. (Apologies if the text gets thick at times. Writing is one of those things I can talk about forever when the mood strikes.) Please let me know if there’s anything else you want to know! If you have any questions, feel free to pop into my ask box! I’m happy to chat.

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This blog is about to completely switch WIPs and I don’t know how to transition gently between projects, so... I guess consider this to a warning that I’m about to roll out of contemporary fiction and into a space opera. Still melodramatic and existential with loads of death, but like, now in space instead of Luzon. 

tl;dr: feeling cute, might post about a new WIP later... idk 😳😍💖

A bunch of rambling about the projects I’m gonna juggle for the next 2 months below the cut:

So, for the last several months I’ve been chipping away at my dark contemporary novel, The People vs San Andres, but as of now I’m putting that project on indefinite hiatus. It’s full of too many plot holes that don’t add up together--essentially, it’s two very different novels mashed into one, and I’m too deep in it to figure out how to either make it work or pick just one to stick with. This, combined with its admittedly poorly timed subject matter--honestly, trying to write fiction that, at its core, focuses heavily on current events (the Philippine drug war) is painfully risky and also just painful--have really put me off it. 

All that said, I’m still deeply, wildly in love with the characters and their individual stories--which is why I’m rescuing them from whatever nonsense vs San Andres was. I’m taking all the characters and their backstories and dumping them into a speculative novel, tentatively titled The Devil Weed, which at this current juncture is... I’m not entirely sure what genre it’ll end up being. All I know is that it’ll likely end up being classified as science fantasy with strong -punk subgenre themes, but I’m not sure which punk subgenre yet. One of the things I’m looking forward to is brainstorming a lot more on this project--considering I have all the characters already, I’m overly optimistic that this won’t be a complete pain in the ass. 

However, National Novel Writing Month, aka my reason for living NaNoWriMo, is in a little over 2 months, so I’m hesitant to commit to any lengthy project with such a short time frame and so much going on IRL. So, over the next two months, my goals are:

world-build and plot The Noose of a Tender Embrace [novel | sci-fi, space opera]

brainstorm, world-build, and lightly plot The Devil Weed [novel | science fantasy, crime]

work on Graycrest Memorial Park [short stories | fantasy, magical realism]

work on Gone Are the Gods [short stories | science fantasy, cyberpunk] 

The main project I’m going to start working on is The Noose of a Tender Embrace (”Noose”), which I very, very briefly introduced a year ago before realizing I just wasn’t at the right place in life to write it. I got fucking whacked upside the head a couple weeks ago with the realization that I’m finally ready for this story, so--here I am! 

The Noose of a Tender Embrace follows the last days of Oswald, the retired Death of humans, a species that has driven itself to extinction through proliferative breeding with other species.  While waiting for the Death of Deaths to come to him, Oswald lives the remnants of his life out on Ka-an, a planet known for its interplanetary travel base and sleazy motels.  But his retirement is thrown off-course when he meets Miami, a half-human dying of an autoimmune disease whose only hope for a cure is in a laboratory on Earth–a planet half-destroyed by being the chew-toy of a nearby red giant, the Sun.

Noose is Very Much a Space Opera™, full of fun things like a light version of enemies to lovers, one-sided pining, complicated sibling relationships, terminal illness, absolute nonsense unpronounceable names for infinite species and planets, and, oh yeah, a three-way* war vying for control of the Perseus-Pegasus Filament. 

*one side is actually a scattered and decentralized collective of hundreds of various organizations, each with their own independent motivation and control, so really it’s like a 912-way war, but, y’know... three is easier to mention :’)

As far as Graycrest & GoneGods go--I’d just like to write a couple stories, I don’t expect to make any, like, serious or coordinated effort with either project. Graycrest Memorial Park is something I’m hoping to post online and I don’t have any intention to formally publish, where as Gone Are the Gods is a collection I’d like to publish in the future, but both individually and collectively the collection needs a lot of work and organization so, meh, that’s still mostly a project for future me. 

If you read this to the end then you have the patience of a saint and I don’t deserve your kindness asdfghjkl

[manicr]

abandoned WIP OTP 21

I wrote a chapter 21 of my otp challenge but really just lost all interest in it, since it’s like 13 pages long I’ll just post it. If anyone wants to continue it feel free.

OTP 21/30: Shower Sex

Warnings: mental illness & bad coping, substance abuse, mentioned self harm, suicide mention, abelism, abuse, hurt/comfort, D/s, controlling and manipulative.

Notes: Canon Bullseye grew up in a poor neighborhood NYC with Bronx, Brooklyn and Queens all cited as possible places. I’m placing him in the Bronx and that he lived there between the late 70’s to the late 80’s, mostly before the urban renewal of the area but after the lowest point of urban decay.

Canon Lester did blackops for the CIA before his career as a costumed killer, only on page mission was dealing with Contras in Nicaragua.  

Bullseye was “healed” by the Hand in an “improved” body in Elektra (2014-2015) after the failed resurrection by Lady Bullseye and the Hand in Daredevil.

Bullseye’s mental health has always been unstable, current comic-canon seems to be Bipolar Disorder (Foolkiller) with anti-social personality disorder (Daredevil).

Beta-read by Izumi

Summary: A call for help sent to an old friend. Rock-bottom ain’t that steady ground.

Daken hadn’t expected a text from Bullseye. In fact, he hadn’t thought twice about the assassin for years, nor had he any idea of how Lester had managed to contact him. It wasn’t like he was listed anywhere, or had the same number he’d had when they worked together. Yet, there it was.  

Ozzie cocktail

Bullseye

Short, to the point, and utterly unexpected. For a moment, Daken entertained the notion that it was a fake or an ambush, but it was unlikely that anyone but Lester knew what an Ozzie cocktail was or would want one. It had been his moniker for the medications he’d been on at Osborn’s Avengers. It was presumptuous of Lester to think that he would remember the exact composition of crap that he’d been eating – never mind the fact that he actually did. Daken sighed and set his phone on the table, leaning back in his seat and considering if he wanted to be dragged into the mess that was quintessentially Bullseye.

Tapping the armrest with lacquered nails,  he considered the possible scenarios. The simplest answer was that Lester actually wanted his help, that he’d run out of his drugs and urgently needed a top-up but couldn’t procure it himself. Additionally, it might still be a trap and an ambush, but not a premeditated one rather just Lester being himself.  

Daken took his phone again and checked the geotag on the text: 1968 Marmion Ave Apt 3D. Bullseye had deliberately left the data there for him to find. Lester still did that CIA/NSA black ops shit on reflex; he was a ghost when he didn’t want to be found. But his chosen place wasn’t much of a surprise. Lester had always been drawn to his old haunts, the Bronx was like a siren call to him, despite how much of the neighborhood had gentrified.  

He’d already made up his mind, want it or not. There was too much temptation in figuring out how much of a mess Bullseye had become since he’d seen him last. Certainly, he loathed weakness in others, but somehow seeing Lester’s was like watching a train wreck: morbidly captivating.

Rising and clicking though his contacts, Daken sent a short message to Laura that he had personal business to deal with, and if she needed him to text. He nearly didn’t send the message, hesitating for a long time, trying to justify it to himself. She had invited him to town. They had had lunch yesterday, with Gabby, and she’d talked extensively how she’d come to rely on him. Not that she needed to, Laura was more than competent to take care of herself and Gabby too. Daken pressed send, feeling overly sentimental.

He got dressed and got his keys. With a quick stop to get the drugs, it’d be a 40 minute drive from his Lower Manhattan apartment, if he was lucky. He’d hand the drugs over, investigate Lester’s condition to his satisfaction, and then spend another few years blissfully unburdened by Lester’s particular brand of crazy.

The first part of his plans went well. But knowing Lester, Daken should have expected it to fall apart the moment he stood outside looking up at the red brick house. The sex shop masking as a hair salon and driving school that looked like it had been there since the 70’s really gave the place ambiance. Daken quirked a smile at the equally rundown Gourmet Deli at the corner; Lester had always had a weakness for sub-par deli sandwiches.

He knew that he was hesitating, wasting time reminiscing about the very man he was there to meet. Double-checking the bag with the medication and ignoring the passers-by who ignored him too, Daken steeled himself and pressed the buzzer to apartment 3D.

No reply.

It wasn’t entirely unexpected, so Daken merely pressed all the buzzers until someone on reflex let him in. There was always that one person, even in a neighborhood like this where poverty was a real problem and crime was a common occurrence.

Walking up the stairs, and catching a few stares from the tenants as he went, Daken looked for Lester’s apartment, but for some reason there was no D apartment on the third floor. He couldn’t scent Lester strongly enough either, with the harsh stench of cleaning supplies in the air.

A dark and doe-eyed woman, barely more than a girl, spied at him from her half open door with a look that spoke of pure desire. '

“Excuse me, miss? I’m looking for 3D,” Daken asked with a smile, recognizing a person who would help him if he laid on a little charm.

“3D?” She repeated with a Puerto Rican accent, her smile faltering and face blanching like he’d asked for the address to the Devil himself. Which, to be honest, wasn’t too far off the mark.

“It’s alright, you can tell me,” he reassured her, pushing just a little pheromones to relax her. He should have expected the response. It wasn’t like Lester would be a model neighbor.  

“He changed the sign. It’s 3E.” Her accent got thicker as she spoke, her nerves still getting the better of her.

Daken thanked her but she closed the door before he could finish speaking. Lester had evidently rattled up his neighbors well and good. Daken rolled his eyes and went to the right door. Not even bothering to knock, he picked the lock.

As he tried to open the door, he realized there were several bolts barring the way.

“Figures,” Daken muttered to himself, before raising his voice: “Lester, come open the door, or I will break it.”

He could both hear and scent the assassin now, but there was very little movement from him and it was possible that he was either passed out or in a drug or alcohol induced stupor.

“You always had to have things the hard way.”

It took a few firm kicks to break the frame of the cheap door, blowing it open with a shower of splinters flying inward. Daken adjusted his jacket and hair, walking in and closing the door behind him, as best as it could be.

“Lester?”

The apartment was an utter mess. Leftover food, booze, clothes, trash, broken furniture, and a stench of unwashed human were the first impression, followed closely by the way Bullseye had torn up the walls and ceiling with impromptu weapons. Daken didn’t know how to feel about this revelation about his former team mate, it wasn’t exactly surprising but neither was it easy to square with his previous memories. Norman had always insisted on a clean house. But the signs had been there even years back.

As Daken moved in to the living room, he caught the whiff of blood and his nose could tell him that it wasn’t just the apartment that Lester had torn up. Bloody smears on the walls after bloodied knuckles, trails dripped and splattered on the carpeting and walls alike, together with copious amounts of vodka and cheap beer. It was easy for Daken to visualize Bullseye hitting the wall, screaming and punching and punching until he was a ragged bloodied mess, his rage unabated.

Pathetic. Daken sneered and wished that he didn’t have to smell all of the filth. He had half a mind to just dump the bag of pills and leave. Let Lester fend for himself.  Still, he went into the bedroom. Predictably, he found Lester, still in his costume, sprawled on top of the bed. He was alive, but about as mentally present as a lobotomized psych-ward patient.

“Tch, Lester. What have you done to yourself?”

Daken set the bag of drugs on the bed, which was as much a dirty mess as the rest of the apartment and stank even worse. The source of the stench was Lester himself, unwashed, unshaven, bruised, bleeding and with some of his wounds having the scent of beginning infection and sickness. He’d lost weight and mass too. Then again by the looks of the trash in the room, he’d been living off pastrami sandwiches, chips, cigarettes, pills and booze. It was hard to see the ruggedly handsome man beneath the grime and stench.  

It was hard to believe that he’d sent the text either.

Daken rummaged to find Lester’s phone, revolted to touch most of the things he found, but finally finding it beneath the bed. It was fingerprint locked, which wasn’t any real problem since he had Lester right there. Pressing a limp finger to the screen, it opened. Daken found the text immediately and noted to his own surprise that it was set to an auto-send. The conditions seemed to be a certain time of inactivity. Lester had set up his own SOS to him.

He didn’t know if he was to be flattered by it or just felt pity. It was undoubtedly pathetic and sad that he was the closest to an emergency contact Lester had.

Daken dropped the phone on the bed, and wiped his hands off on his pants. “You really are a mess, darling.”

He surprised himself by actually wanting to do something about it. He checked the adjacent door, and found a bathroom nearly as grimy as everything else. Daken turned on the shower, letting it spray and fog up the small room and puddle in the grimy tub.

Removing his jacket, Daken walked back out to Lester and started to undress him with clinical efficiency. Daken noted the signs of infection, cataloged the new collection of scars and, oddly enough, the absence of a few old ones he’d been intimately familiar with. It was Lester, without a shadow of a doubt, but it was like he’d been partially regenerated. He’d seen on TV that Bullseye had, allegedly, died, so maybe this was the effect of whatever had revived him.

Frankly, if he ignored the signs of abuse, Lester looked… younger. He knew the man was past forty, but the version of him that was passed out on the bed looked thirty at most. Lester’s clammy skin was tauter than it had been, his wrinkles far fewer, and even how his limited body fat was placed indicated a younger man. Not that Lester hadn’t done his best to squander his newfound youth with abuse and neglect.

Once undressed, Daken carried the dead-weight of his one-time team mate with benefits to the bathroom. He could feel that Lester wasn’t as far from consciousness as he feared and it was quite likely that he’d be able to wake him with little effort.

Placing Lester in the tub beneath the spray of lukewarm water, Daken rolled up his sleeves and resigned himself to the task ahead. Lester didn’t stir yet, beyond a reflexive cough at the water in his mouth, so Daken found a bar of soap and started to scrub Lester down, taking particular care with his wounds.

He’d done worse tasks; Lester at least was still alive. Besides having washed dead bodies before, he'd also dismembered people using his own claws -- a messy and intimate job that was smellier than what he was doing now.

“Sometimes I think that you do stupid shit like this just to get my attention, Lester,” Daken said softly as he worked the blood off Lester’s long fingers.

He worked his knuckles gently, bruised as they were. Daken told himself he was doing this because it’d put the mighty Bullseye in his debt and control, and any other action would merely put Lester into the hands of the authorities.

“It’d be much easier for you to just call me, y’know.”

Rinsing Lester off, Daken went to see if he could find a razor in the mirror cabinet. The  glass was cracked and the lock broken, and most of the content of the shelves were empty pill bottles. To his surprise, there was a straightedge razor folded there too. It was visibly bloodied. Picking it up and barring the blade, Daken rinsed off Lester’s blood, trying to keep the sneer off his face.

Lester could be so weak and foolish. It got worse when he was unmedicated. Every now and then, he'd just spiral into anger and self-destruction, borderline suicidal and 100% certifiable.

One day Lester would kill himself.

But not today.

Daken went back to the tub, razor in hand, and started to shave Lester’s face. The stubble wasn’t too long and yielded easily to the blade. Slowly, a more familiar face emerged. Lester, despite being a mess, looked much better clean-shaven. Daken debated with himself if he should shave Lester's head. The inch or so of bright blond hair was an unfamiliar sight, but not altogether displeasing now that it was clean. It did, though, make the scar on Lester’s forehead even more jarring. The old scar tissue seemingly recently deepened. Daken, deciding he had done enough, let it be.

At this point, Lester started to stir with slow and unfocused movements, coughing away water and reacting to touch. Doubtlessly, he’d be still drunk or high once he did wake up.

Daken didn’t expect Lester to be grateful or even appreciative of his effort. Cleaning up Lester’s mess had always been fool’s errand. Daken supposed that he was the fool today.

Daken slapped Lester sharply in the face, once and then once more when Lester didn’t respond to the first one. Lester woke with a groan and an immediate instinct to lunge for him.

He easily restrained him and firmly pushed him back down in the soapy tub. “Stay down, Lester.”

“...Daken?” Blearily staring at him, Lester seemed to struggle with what he was seeing.

“You’re in your shitty rathole in West Bronx, it’s Tuesday, and you texted me to come here,” Daken filled him in and stood up, grabbing a towel and wiping his hands and arms, though feeling that it made him dirtier than if he hadn’t. “I brought you your drugs and cleaned up your sorry ass.”

“What?”

Lester tried to get out of the tub and slipped back in even before he’d managed to get up. He was weak as a kitten by all accounts, though slightly more sober than Daken had expected.

Cocking a brow, and fighting the urge to smile at Lester’s expense, Daken noted, “Say: thank you, Lester. Be a good boy for once.”

“For getting me naked, ya freak?” Bullseye snarled and seemed to regret his own vehemence as he cringed, possibly from whatever withdrawal hangover he was sporting.

“You were covered in blood, vomit and booze, darling, and some of those wounds will need serious care or the mighty Bullseye will die from sepsis. In case you didn’t notice its rather cold in here but you’re still flushed. You have a fever brought on by infection. You need antibiotics, which neither you nor I have with us. And that’s without mentioning the other drugs you should be taking.” Daken’s tone was deliberately dry and slightly accusing, he had no intention of pussy-footing the issue.

“Next time you decide to try to commit suicide, remove me as your ICE contact. I don’t fancy finding your bloated corpse.”

Lester grabbed an empty bottle of body wash and threw it at him, Daken easily caught it before it hit his face.

Glancing at the bottle and back at Lester, Daken arched an eyebrow and drawled, “Really, darling?”

“You fucking piece of shit! GET OUT!” Lester roared, as fierce as the aforementioned kitten and flushing further from the exertion of simply raising his voice.

It was hard to take him seriously; looking as young and weak as he did, Lester sat in the tub like an overgrown child, still wet, bruised, and sulking at needing help.

Setting aside the bottle and sitting on the lid of the toilet, Daken rolled his eyes.

“Again, you contacted me. Why don’t you grow up a little, and show some gratitude. Say: ‘thank you, Daken, for saving my life’. And why not add a ‘sorry for the bother’ to that as well. I’m making this easy for you, Lester, since I know how you get when you’re like this. Don’t push me or test my patience, I won’t be so forgiving then.” He put some force into his last words, making it very clear to Bullseye that he wouldn’t tolerate a tantrum from the unstable assassin.

Lester coiled up both emotionally and physically, and Daken could tell how close he was to another outburst. That wouldn’t do. Before, Lester could lash out in whatever manner he had intended – the straight razor resting on the corner of the sink being a likely candidate – Daken grabbed him by the throat and pushed him against the tub, water splashing the both of them.

“Settle, Lester,” Daken ordered firmly, easily being able to hold Lester down, weak and poorly positioned as he was.

Snarling and barring his teeth, Lester struggled against his grip but Daken remained unmoved. Wanting it to be quickly over, Daken popped his claws and let the tips graze Lester’s throat. Despite his volatile temper, Lester finally froze beneath his grip.  

“Bastard,” Lester hissed in anger, his heart rate far too high and naked chest heaved with each breath.

“Get it though your metal-plated skull, I’m here to help you. What we’re going to do is to get you out of this tub and dressed in something that resembles clean clothes. You'll take your damn meds and we'll leave this dump. You need medical attention and I broke the door getting here. But first, Lester, you need to get your shit together long enough to do any of that. Do you understand?”

Lester glared at him, his blue eyes finally seeming focused and aware, but he didn’t reply.

Daken stared him down and pushed his claws a little closer, scraping skin but not yet breaking it. “Understood?”

“Understood.”

Surprisingly enough, it wasn’t just anger and resentment that Daken scented on the man at his gritted reply, but arousal. He should have known to expect it. Lester had always been turned on by shows of force and, in a roundabout way, by being dominated. Him being naked and probably high did nothing to dissuade that. However, with his condition it was obvious that he wouldn’t be able to perform or enjoy anything.

Daken eyed him again, now that he was mostly clean and awake, Lester looked somewhat attractive again. Last time he’d touched him with that in mind had been a while ago, and with a body that had been in a sense of the word, older and more worn. Still it was a hard shift from before.

“You seem to have gotten an upgrade, Lester,” Daken remarked and ran his free hand down Lester’s wet chest and abdomen,  more sensual than he had done when scrubbing him down.

Lester’s eyes flashed and he bared his teeth, still with that same undertone of need making his pissed off visage more of an affectation. “None of your business, bitch. Hands off the merchandise.”

“You seem to like it. I think I like the change too, you were getting a little on in the years. Was starting to think that the next time I saw you, you’d be fit for a nursing home,” Daken mocked and ran his hand along the inside of Lester’s thigh, noting that Lester couldn’t get it up despite his desire. He’d assumed correctly regarding the assassins fail and exhausted condition.

“Fuck you.” Lester hissed and grabbed the front of Daken's wet shirt, tugging him down lower into his enraged face.

However, he also shifted his legs in the tight space in a manner that made Daken’s hand glide lower into his groin and press the both of them closer to each other. Everything Lester did was full of contradictions, desire and violence intermixed. Pity that it couldn’t go any further.

Nearly purring, yet showing control, Daken noted, “So that’s what you want, darling. What makes you think I’d give it to you?”

Lester strained once more in his grip, the muscles in his neck tightening and making Daken’s claw pierce skin. It drew a droplet of blood, which turned pink with the water.

Daken withdrew his claws, unwilling to let the masochistic and self-destructive assassin decide what kind of abuse he’d receive. He’d be a fool to trust Lester’s judgment.

“You’re sick and hurt, Lester. You’d do best to do as you’re told, or I’ll just decide that I can’t trust to be conscious.” His tone was once more serious and matter of fact, the teasing gone.

Bullseye did react on that threat; he could scent the tinge of fear bloom in him like a toxin spreading through his veins.

“You know just how easily I could knock you out. Just a little more pressure on your neck and you’d be out like a light. I’d carry you out of here just as easily as I carried you here,” Daken continued for good measure, his hand now on Lester’s right wrist, pulling his grip off him.

Lester’s eyes grew wider and his lip trembled slightly, though he still held onto his facade of anger. The man had never known how to deal with his own feelings, always reacting with anger.

“You do not control me. You do not command me. You say ‘thank you’ and ‘please’. Understood?”

He was used to repeating himself with Lester, hammering home his message by utterly overpowering him. Lester was always more hassle than he was worth. It had been foolish to come at his call, but he was here now.

“Understood.” The same word repeated. He seemed slightly more honest with his acquiescence this time, but Daken wouldn’t hedge his bets on it. Besides, his agreement wasn’t enough for all the hassle and wet clothing.

“And?” Daken pressured.

“...Thank you.”

Lester said it in the same tone as ‘fuck you’, but it would be the best Daken would get out of the unstable psychopath in a near future. Any manners had to be coaxed out of him with threat of violence or promise of reward.

Daken merely nodded and patted him on the cheek, he did not want to overtax the already weakened man with too much strain. For all he knew, Lester could have a heart attack if he stressed his body any further, those drugs he took weren’t exactly entirely safe with the vodka he could scent on Lester’s breath. Reading the warning labels on the pills had been an experience of its own.

Finally turning off the water, Daken grabbed the cleanest towel he could find.

“Get up.”

Another cut off curse from Lester and a strenuous climb out of the tub, nearly ending with him falling head first back in before Daken could grab him. Clicking his tongue, Daken steadied Lester and wrapped him in the towel, roughly drying him.

“You know, I hadn’t expected to have to give you the assisted care treatment. But you just had to go and fuck things up. Next time, don’t expect me to come running.”

Resentment boiled in Lester like a pressure cooker but he contained himself to murderous glaring, and Daken wondered how much more he could provoke Lester.

“You’re not mute. Say what you want to say.”

Daken tossed the towel aside, leaving Lester shivering, the cold finally registering in him.    

“Fuck you, you shitfaced toerag. Fucking fuck you, I’ll fucking rip your teeth out and feed th--” Lester started, building up more rage even as he spoke, the profanity and threats rolling out of him relentlessly.

Daken punched him in the face.

“No. If you have something real to say, use your words.”

Lester stood stunned. Despite his condition, he managed not to stumble back from the blow. Daken had probably gotten the worst of it; he’d forgotten how much hitting Lester’s adamantium skull hurt. Ignoring Lester’s wide-eyed shock, Daken went to grab the least objectionable clothes he could locate.

As he returned with a loose tank and sweatpants, Lester merely spat: “I hate you.”

“That’s better. Put these on so that we can leave, your shoes are by the bed.”

He shoved the clothes in Lester’s hands and seeing how unsteady he was, firmly guided him to sit on the bed. Leaving Lester to dress, Daken removed his wet shirt and threw it on the floor with the rest of the junk. He put on his jacket, pocketing both of their phones.

“You got everything?” Daken asked and took the bag of drugs he’d brought with him. “Any keys, IDs, cash, cards, personal effects?”

Lester shoved on his shoes and got up, going to a closet and getting a baseball cap, a thin jacket and a backpack. Evidently, he’d been well enough, at some point, not to only set-up his SOS but also a go-bag. That spook shit still stuck with him.

Lester moved to leave and Daken immediately went to his side, holding his arm as he guided him out of the trashed apartment.

“You won’t be returning here,” Daken asserted as they walked out of the half open door into the aggressively lemon scented hallway. Lester shrugged and moved on down the stairs. Daken caught the girl from earlier glancing at them from her door, he paid her no heed. He was relieved to leave the squalor.

The damp spring air outside was welcome. Moving steadily to his parked car, Daken dragged Lester with him. He refused to let Lester walk on his own after he nearly did a nosedive into the pavement stumbling over his own feet.

It started to dawn on Daken what he’d done.

He had a wanted criminal in the middle of a borderline psychotic break in his care with no plan of what do do with him beyond patching him up.

“Where are we going?” Lester echoed the question that was spinning inside Daken's head.

“Away,” Daken spoke as he thought. “I'll get you started up at a new safe house.”

He caught the glare Lester was sending him but ignored it pointedly. He didn't have the patience to deal with Lester's petty resentments.

“My car is right here.” Daken grimaced as he noticed that the car had been keyed and attempts at breaking in had been made. He open it and gestured for Lester to get in. It took a moment of mutual glaring for Lester to give in and get inside, still with that sullen look on his face.

“You can stay at my place until I get the right calls gone. Eat your meds and just shut up while I fix things.” It wasn't much of an apology and not really meant as one, but Daken couldn't let go of the, quite likely misguided notion, that he owed Lester something. With this he could clear whatever red he had in his ledger when it came to the psychotic serial killer, as well as enough leverage to keep himself in the clear.

He got his phone and started making the calls even as he drove. If some flatfooted cop wanted to stop him, Lester would deal with it in his usual way. Daken refused to feel any responsibility over that potential scenario.

The first calls yielded him little next to nothing. He didn't have enough sway to pull a safe-house out of his hat that easily, but it gave him enough intel to know who could and at what price. It was all becoming more of a hassle than he'd budgeted for by far. The medic was an easier issue. He would get a house-call that evening and the first step of getting Lester off his couch would be achieved.

“I ain't gonna stay, fuckface,” Lester grumbled as they drove downtown. Daken ignored him and kept on driving.

The silence held for a little while.

“Why the fuck are you doing this?”

“You texted me.”

“Like the fuck that matters. I dunno how off my tits I was to do that, but you fucking came and I wanna know why!” Lester was yelling now. It was all so unnecessary and loud.

Daken didn't have a great answer. “I did, so what of it?”

“No! You don't get to do that. You don't get to betray us all, bail out and then just waltz in smelling like roses once the shits blown over.” Lester was fuming now, Daken didn't need to look at him to know that. At least he'd medicated himself.

“That's exactly what I do, darling. Whatever benefits me. Ozzie's show was going to blow, we both knew that, I just had the sense to get out before you all got caught,” Daken countered, not bothering to deny anything, even if the words felt like the belonged to a man who died a decade ago.

They had both died.

But it seemed like only Daken had come back different.

“So, where's the benefit? How does this fit into your schemes, Daken?”

Lester was so confrontational, so volatile, and the old Daken would just have put him in his place using whatever means necessary. It however didn't feel right. Instead, Daken just ignored Lester's whining.

“A medic will see you over this evening. Get some antibiotics in you and deal with the mess you've let yourself become. Leave after that if you wish. Deal with your own mess.” Daken stared at the road and kept both hands on the steering wheel.

Lester's angry silence filled the car, but Daken didn't let himself be baited by it.

“You died,” he said, breaking the tense stand-off, “how did you come back?”

“None of your fucking business,” Lester spat, once more avoiding the topic.

“True, but I'm curious. It was quite the thing to see you impaled by your dear Daredevil on live TV. Very up-close and personal. You finally got what you wanted: his undivided attention.”

Daken knew he was being cruel, knew that every word would dig at Lester like ticks under his skin. It was a bad habit from the bad ol' days, one that he found himself slipping into far too easily.

It wasn't hard to predict that Lester would attack him, Daken blocked the first hit without looking away from the road. He did however turn and punch Lester in the chest as he stopped for a red light. Lester wheezed and crumbled, too weak to be a real fight. Daken drove on as the light turned green.

“Fucking hate you,” Lester wheezed a while later, and Daken just hummed.

[northlight14]

okay, why not? INFO DUMP TIME BABEY

my wip. only the characters are well rounded rn, there is literally no plot and its mostly ????!!()e839002 research23)- how long does a black eye take to heal>mjiwqo3 but its ridiculously fun to daydream abt. ive only told one other person (an online frnd) and im SO bad at explaining it but theyre so nice abt it so like. :)x 10. im just wiritng out scenes that come to mind and stuff, first draft era but uh. yeah thats pretty much all ive been doing. that and get into ace attorney- im watching the gameplay/ walkthrough, finished the edgeworth case (THE TIMELINE IS HARD TO NAVIGATE IVE GIVEN UP), but theres an anime?? and spinoffs?? and the cases are all 4+hrs long?????? beautiful. AND i finally started watching venom (2018) bc another frnd recommended it, only 10mins in rn asdfgfds but hey the fan art is cute. this fixation is wearing off but detroit become human. like its fun, the game part- the actual art? animation? idk but its really good, but the story can be a bit. eh. like its good its fine but theres are gaping issues+ ??? idk. wanting to get into digital art but i have other shit to do rn (till mid dec) so maybe ill look into it a bit later. I CAN ACTUALLY DRAW THE OCS IN MY WIP THEN YESS ( i say as if i can draw a circle rn but shh ill figure it out someday). and uh. this is really fun just oversharing w ppl bc thats my real life strategy for making friends too. yknow that vulnerability post? this is kinda that i guess asdfgfds. thanks for doing this, its rlly fun! i shld do it myself sometime. and YES I WANT TO HEAR ABT UR STUFF TOO. <3

Hey sorry if it took me a while to respond. Just woke up and had to get ready for collage etc. I’m typing this on the bus.

Anyway, that’s really cool! I’m currently doing a similar thing in terms of characters etc. I made some OC’s for a series I like but recently I’ve been wanting to make them their own thing away from that series. I get what you mean as well about day dreaming about the characters and different scenes, it’s so much fun! I’m still working out an actual plot as well and have a few things written.

I’ve heard of ace attorney and venom but haven’t had a chance to check either of them out yet. They sound good tho. Especially if there’s an anime of ace attorney (I say as if I don’t have an entire mountain of anime I’m wanting to get through already. Eh, what’s one more to add to it?😂) Do you have any recs for watching the gameplay?

Also np! Like I said, I like hearing about people’s interest!

My current obsession is My Hero Acadamia. It’s not a perfect series but I still love it loads and could ramble about it forever. My favourite character is easily Bakugo because I really heavily relate to him, he’s really funny and I think his arch in the series is amazing. He starts the series being a massive jerk (I still loved him even then tho ngl😅) but as the series continues, he grows a lot. I kinda describe it as he’s a different person now while also being exactly the same. Meaning, he’s still angry, intense and competitive but he’s also definitely nicer and has humbled a bit too. I recently finished the series because there’s a new movie coming out about it (not live action thank God) and I’m planning to go see it with one of my friends who also loves the series. It’s kinda hard to find a place showing it in England tho that’s near where I live. I’m very exited tho because the movies main characters are are probably my favourite trio friend group😃

[storm-driver]

@everythingisincorrect @leosunderground @alldenspa

1) I actually have multiple WIPs! One I’ve been primarily focusing on for the past few years was an original story revolving around a Samoan girl living in the 1970s esque era. Now, this isn’t actually the 1970s, just vaguely similar. I say this because in my story, there’s magic ;3

This girl suffers from epileptic seizures and, because this is NOT the same world WE live in, had a device implanted in her body to suppress these seizures. After the device fails one day after working flawlessly for 17 years, they find out that said device just... disappeared. They can’t find it anywhere in her body, or any evidence of it being removed. Natural suspect was illusory magic, or a special type of magic that makes an object look like something else to natural scans or even just the human eye. After a few months, long after said magic should’ve worn off, still no device found. But the seizures certainly stopped already. After she died.

A day after she passed away, something appeared in the park where her funeral was being held and claimed to be the very thing that killed her. Everyone thought this was malarkey, until the thing killed another person right in front of them. Everyone scattered away, calling it a Devil. As it was about to tear into the coffin, something else shot out from behind it and tackled them to the ground. When they finished pummeling it, they stood up for everyone to see that it was that same girl who died. 

THAT’S ALL I’M SAYING ABOUT THAT ONE, THERE’S WAAAAY MORE DEPTH TO IT, BUT LET ME KNOW IF YOU’RE INTERESTED, I MIGHT POST A CHAPTER OR TWO

3) oHHHHH, god, it has to be coming up with filler space BETWEEN major plot points

there’s so much shit i could throw into a story and LOOSELY link together, but that’s how amature cartoons did it

they threw random cool story plots into episodes because they didn’t care about the overall story. I CARE EXTREMELY about story and the message it conveys. never will i ever have two gigantic major events collide with each other unless they are STRONGLY LINKED.

so it’s hell to come up with scenarios between these events. you’d think casual at first, but maybe someone just died in the last event and you gotta come up with how they all cope with their death. or maybe someone was captured and you need to find a way for them to fill time before hopefully going to rescue them.

hate it so damn much

4) Writing habits? Yes, procrastinating and not writing at all (badum tss)

I tend to use adverbs too much. I skip over the super important details that make me love a character ‘cause i remember that you guys don’t see what i do. i have to CONVERY what i want you to see in very good detail, but not so much that you wanna stop reading. you cannot see what scenarios i am. ill write that someone is wearing a yellow shirt. you’ll think crop-top, tanktop, baggy shirt, tight on the chest, long-sleeve, long-wasted, v-neck, neck strap, meanwhile i might just be thinking something different altogether

5) Informative, uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Like books that have taught ME how to write?

God, i don’t think i have any.

One of my key writing talents that I do pride myself over is being able to dump humor into a situation and keep the reader reading. Or maybe some random dramatic action happens just to add a bit of suspense and threat. I probably learned that from the Percy Jackson series. Rick Riordan had a lot of joking mannerism and excessive but much appreciated dramatism. 

7) Inspirational....

God, I dunno. I have a lot of books that I love. I should go with The Liars’ Club by Mary Karr. A very meaningful and nonfictional memoir that does have some graphic moments in it, but it was a very VERY eye-opening book, for me at least.

13) Writing Process

step 1) don’t even write down ideas that i have during random ass times of the day

step 2) when i finally remember those ideas, shittily write them into a notepad txt file

i’m kidding

I like to put on music to set a mood for writing. I address the NieR: Automata, Kingdom Hearts, Overwatch, and Fullmetal Alchemist soundtracks for this kinda music. They seem to have everything I need. NieR is very emotional kinds of music. Kingdom Hearts has the upbeat intense battle songs. Overwatch has inspirational music. And FMA has lots of somber but passionate titles.

Once I’ve got a mood, I just start. I usually have an idea of where I want to go, but lots of my writing has to do with me thinking “but how do i get there” I usually try to draw out scenarios in my head that can loosely bridge to my goal, and then solidify that bridge by scrapping ideas of expanding on other ones. 

45) Third Person

I can assume position of GOD anytime I’d like

54) oh favourite opener??

shit uh, lemme look through my old files

*click click click (do u noe dah wae) clikc clik*

OKAY, CONTEXT BEHIND THIS ONE, I’M WRITING A VOLTRON FIC IN MY SPARE TIME THAT EXPANDED ON ONE OF MY THEORIES ABOUT ALTERNATE REALITIES, SO HERE:

“Wrapped in a metal suit, you’d feel cold. Sapped of all heat, colder. Drifting alone in space with no ship, freezing. No star nearby to warm you, absolute zero.”

[laurinebruder]

December Writing Goals

It's Christmas month! I'm so excited, because I absolutely love Christmas. I love the lights, I love the baking, I love the snow (don't judge me), and I love the free time that comes at the end of the month. Like many, I take a nice, long vacation around Christmas to go visit family up north. Usually this means a lot of writing time, so I'm excited to get going on my goals for this month!

But first, last month's goals.

NOVEMBER GOALS

1. Post a blog post every Tuesday. - NOT DONE

2. Finalize the format for my secret project. - NOT DONE

3. Finish my longhand WIP. - NOT DONE

November didn't have a lot of goals and I came so close to reaching them, but...I got sick. My third sinus infection of the year, right over the last week of November. It's a good thing I didn't have any plans for Thanksgiving. So, unfortunately I wasn't able to post my last blog post in November or finish my longhand version of AMBERSHIELD.

Illness blows.

My secret project also has to be pushed back to the beginning of the year, but that means more time to hammer it out.

So, I'm hoping for December, since I do have all this time off coming up, I decided I'll be a little ambitious.

DECEMBER GOALS

1. Finish longhand version of AMBERSHIELD.

2. Start transcribing longhand version.

3. Possible thought dump for new project.

4. Write and post new blog post every Tuesday.

5. Outline and start Secret Project.

Originally I planned to transcribe all of AMBERSHIELD this month, but since life likes to throw me curve balls, I adjusted my expectations. As long as I get started on transcribing, I'm going to call it a win. I will finish my longhand version, though, of that there is no doubt. I need a couple weeks' break from it before I go home so my mind can rest. Also, yes, I'm going to start thought dumping a new project. My writing brain can't sit still, haha. It's just a question of whether it'll be the sequel to AMBERSHIELD or something new. We'll see what my brain comes up with. And of course, I'll keep the blog posts coming.

Can't believe 2017 is almost over. Where did the time go? Either way, I shall tackle my goals this month with gusto and it's gonna be beautiful.

Thanks for stopping by, look for new posts on Tuesdays, share and reblog if you like this one, and until next time, dear readers, it's lights out at the lookout. Take care!