#let it flow naturally

[every-dayiwakeup]

People getting all hot and bothered over:

a fictional character

a fictional canocically DEAD character

a fictional abused teenager

he's literally just a kid I beg y'all he is not nearly as bad as anyone makes him out to be.

Everyone seems to like the asshole until there are reasons behind being prickly.

Not me though, have fun 🤭

[puppyeared]

horrible truth bomb dropped on my head 20 min ago

[partycatty]

I DID IT I DID THE THING I WAS TALKING ABOUT IM GOING BANANAS RN!!! IT DOESNT RLY LOOK LIKE HIM BUT ITS FINE ITS FIIIIINE!!!!!!

[euphorictruths]

Flow— don't force. If it's meant to be, it will be.

[elvisqueso]

Love me, love my raccoon [Part 3/3]:

—Meeko's new favorite human <3

[dilfkuza]

i feel sick :)

[mo-ok]

What's a Red without their Blue?

Kyukyu Sentai GoGoV

Matoi Tatsumi & Nagare Tatsumi

[protector-culture-is]

Protector culture is being afraid to cry because you don't want to be perceived as weak or feeling like permission is needed to cry/be upset

~ 💾

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[selkies-and-cycles]

self-imposed sickness

summary. i thought "hey, nezha needs to get cared for. but i'm also gonna whump him." he overworked himself into being miserably sick. possible wip of a sickfic. featuring Pigsy, Sandy and Nezha!

content warnings? he sick. vomiting and stuff. deeply dependent on caretakers.

When Nezha next awoke, someone was gently coaxing his mouth open to try and pour something down his throat. He couldn’t tell what it was- he was still feverish and only half there, and his lack of taste from his flu didn't help. He couldn't quite open his eyes enough to recognize the hand trying to coax his mouth open, but it was surprisingly gentle. Nezha obediently tried to follow the instructions, but he struggled once something warm and liquidy hit his lips. 

Ah, soup. Probably. He couldn't really taste it right now.

He coughed, swallowing down the soup with a grimace. He could feel it splattering somewhere over the blankets, but he didn't quite process it.

"Take it easy, kid." A gentle voice soothed, holding a napkin to his lips. In any other state, Nezha would be extremely embarrassed- but he was far too tired to care right now.

Distantly, he thought he recognized the voice. It was... someone he knew. They made good soup broth. Nezha was too busy trying to ponder that to really focus on what the voice was saying to him, although he understood the gist.

"You gave us all a scare, especially MK. I don't know what'd the kid do if he risked losing someone else again." The voice sighed, distantly shaking their head. "Just... take care of yourself, okay?"

Nezha grunted, trying to force his eyes open and understand what was going on, but his body wouldn't follow his command, and he groaned, sinking back into the bed. He didn't feel good, that was obvious, but the soup broth settling into his stomach was making him feel worse. Way worse.

The saliva in his throat felt thick, and his stomach roiled in protest of being made to digest anything. With the little strength he had left, Nezha rolled over to the side of something- a mattress?- and deposited the contents of his stomach to his right.

“Hey-!” The voice exclaimed, reeling back from Nezha’s side. The god’s head swam as he stared down at the vaguely yellow pile on the sheets, groaning. He collapsed back into the cleaner side of the bed, face scrunched in a grimace. The bed was warm- maybe too warm. The little light from the room still seemed too bright as hands grabbed his shoulders, pulling him away from the blankets with a huff. Nezha blinked a few more times before his eyes started to slide shut once more, breathing in and out heavily.

A short silence settled over the little cabin container as Nezha passed out once again. Cats lingered around Sandy’s bunk bed, watching the interaction with mild curiosity. One of the cats went to sniff the leftover bile, and subsequently got pushed off the mattress by the owner of the voice from before.

“Geez…" Pigsy sighed as he pushed away another cat. He had adjusted Nezha to lie in his lap to avoid any remnants of sickness and sweat across the bed. "So, you’re not even able to hold down even fluids…" He murmured to the unconscious god, turning to call for Sandy to change the sheets. 

Now, why was Pigsy at Sandy’s boat, you may ask? Well, Pigsy was supposed to be at his shop, but MK had been so worried about the sick celestial he'd barely been able to focus on delivery. With most of the orders already made, Pigsy offered to go check on Nezha in MK’s place to calm them both down.

Sometimes, Pigsy forgot that even deities were just people.

Sandy shook the pig demon out of his stupor as his loud footsteps approached, a bundle of clean bedding in his arms. “Heyo, Pigsy.” He smiled, gingerly stepping over the cats lounging on the carpet of the room. Sandy stole a glance at the sick god, brow furrowed with concern. “How is he…?”

Pigsy sighed as he lugged Nezha away from the futon so Sandy could strip the bed sheets and clean them. "He's not doing so hot."

Sandy paused from picking up the vomit-soiled sheets, tilting his head in his very Sandy-esque way. "I mean, I think he is pretty hot." One large blue finger pointed at the lotus prince practically radiating heat.

Pigsy sighed, putting his hoofed hand up to his forehead. "No, I mean- Alright, I walked into that one." Pigsy huffed, shaking his head. "I mean, despite not physically burning people anymore, he's still burning up." He pressed the back of his hoof against Nezha's forehead, watching as the god's shoulders visibly relaxed upon cooler contact. "I know Wukong said tha' immortals can't die from illness unless it's celestial, but still…"

Sandy started to reapply clean sheets as Pigsy took to doing a second wipe down of Nezha's face just to get rid of any residue vomit. Sandy stared at the pig man for a moment, smiling slightly.

"...Wha'?" Pigsy asked.

"I guess not even someone being a god can stop the Dadsy instincts." Sandy teased lightly, a big grin on the goofy water spirit's face. "You're acting like you did when MK was a kid."

"Wha- HEY!!!" Pigsy splutters, face turning red, as he couldn't really get any pinker. "Look," he pointed a hoof at Sandy, "if ya had told me 3 years ago that I'd be takin' care of a terribly sick god, I would'a never believed you!" He protested. Pigsy then sighed, his dramatically aggravated tone (oh, Tang really had rubbed off on him) subsiding. 

Pigsy tried his best to fix Nezha's hair, watching the man breathe in and out, his face red and splotchy. To think even a god could overwork themself to the point of being this sick…

Pigsy sighed, lugging Nezha back onto the now clean bed. "Well, maybe I ne’er would’a believed you, but the dude's sick and needs help. And although this is perhaps a little more personal than I had expected…"

Sandy gently laid a blanket back over Nezha, who still laid mostly unresponsive on the bed. Pigsy looked down at Nezha, arms folded but face a bit softer.

"...Well, he's saved our asses enough that I think I can give 'im this."

[teathattast]

I'm caught up when you look at me

You let my heart breathe with ease

Chasing stars in our galaxy

Making our own make-believe

☆¤♡¤☆

I want you when the sun goes low

Your body warmth wants me close

You say you're always by my side

'Till my blood runs dry

[phoenix----rising]

𝐺𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑝𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒....𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑟 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑡 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒... 𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑤𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑛’𝑡 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘 𝑛𝑜 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒, 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑓 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑡 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒....✨💜

𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑝𝑝𝑙 𝑔𝑜...𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑝𝑝𝑙 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑛’𝑡 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟...

[widevibratobitch]

me when theyre playing mozart ensembles too slow

[iftitah]

talked to school bestie 2 hours on phone god im out of breath with my chest hurting but it so worth the talk

[danganronpa96]

This might be a redundant question depending on how you look at it, but how do you write a fanfic crossover made up of a random cast of characters.

Because I tried it myself and the dialogue felt way too off for me. Do you have any advice for that?

I think this is a good question actually. Dialogue is a very important part of a character — the way someone speaks is a heavy reflection of their character. In fact, it’s a mixture of what they say, and how they say it (accents, stutters, pauses, hiding information, sharing too much etc.).

The first place to start is to just listen to the character. Either watch, or read (depending on the medium the character comes from) them speak. Try to find different situations, some where they are happy, sad, angry, conflicted, etc. See how they react to different situations, and how their language changes. What words do they usually say? When do they break their usual conventions? Do they have specific speech habits?

Next, see how they interact with other characters within their media. This may be harder if they’re a minor character or don’t interact often with people. Still, try to interpret their relationships with what information you have already.

Now, this is where your creative control comes into play. How does this character interact in a crossover setting? Knowing how they speak to certain types of people already, how would they talk to a character with traits that they like? Don’t like? Talk too often? Too quiet? Who are abrasive? Give them kindness?

I already enjoy writing dialogue, so these things kind of just come naturally to me. But if you feel like your dialogue is off, try to think about how you speak to others in a normal conversation. Think about the tone of the conversation too. Is it a light-hearted chat between friends? Or is it a more formal meeting between acquaintances? Context is a major factor of how the dialogue should flow. I like to think about the types of colloquial phrases characters would say. Things that roll off the tongue without too much thought. A lot of characters tend to speak before they even think, especially in tense situations.

If it helps, also plan a summary of the conversation. How does the topic spark? What is the goal of the speakers? How does new ideas or speakers get introduced, or removed?

It takes practise, but as long as you’re having fun, and taking breaks when you get stuck, you’ll get there ^^

[ireallydohateyou2]

also Sooo vv obsessedd with the implication that his insider/first-hand perspective would (muchh more than) likelyy make the literature itself farr more of an accurate representation of the time(s) than what we've come to know (/deem) as "fact" (esp in regards to (the insanelyy Lowly)) Will Shakespeare), today.... Incrediblyyy intriguing

[fluffypotatey]

any tips and tricks for getting into the writing zone?

ok so i have 2 methods and they depend on what i'm writing on: story writing and essay writing (waring: this is a mini-ramble)

with essay writing,

get mad, get super fucking mad, write that shit with spite flowing in your veins. even when i'm writing essays and stories i enjoy, i drag my feet.

i whine and complain like a toddler in my head because despite this topic being one i enjoy, putting my excited tones and rambling into coherent words always tends to feel like i'm butchering that (which is why academic papers should simply let me swear in them and use the 1st pov bc it is sO easy and my thoughts flow a lot better but noooOOOOoooooOOOOOooooo, i have to be formal and proper and-)

also, outlining. fucking godsend with essays. it's why a lot of my longer essays have headings bc i use them to outline and keep my thought on one line of thought bc i have a rambling issue (which is then easily solved with parentheses, my beloved)

with story writing (notice how this is basically a heading? good job! you've found my mini outline for this reply! have a cookie 🍪)

i find that jotting down that scene that is nagging at your brain immediately is super helpful. and do it even if you're now writing out of order. pro-tip: writing out of order is THE best, endorphins be going crazy bc you're actually not fighting with your brain with the story but writing alongside your brain-map.

personally, i find it very difficult outlining a story (how contrary) because sometimes my mind changes ideas or switches the order of scenes, and it is exhausting trying to keep up with all of that in your outline. but i guess, my "outline" with stories is simply me jotting down a very quick summary of the plot that invaded my mind in one document, never touching it again, but staying true to it because i wrote it down. therefore, it exists no longer in the recesses of mind but it a physical statement/promise to complete.

also (this advice goes for both story and essays) it is ok to take a break, step back, and not look at your writing for some hours, days, weeks, months, years--fucking whenever.

my midterm essay? a fucking nightmare. loved the topic, would write something similar about it for fun, but the reason it took me so long to complete (and why i dragged my feet) was because of the "short" timeline i had to complete it. i felt like i was on a time crunch and that led to me procrastinating, stressing over it, and taking my grand old time researching for it. however, when i was able to work on it? i allowed myself to simply do as much as i could. if i was unable to look at that stupid document, i didn't look at it. if my mind had a really good thought or example for the topic rotating in my head? immediate sit down and get that thought onto the paper. it must exist.

i have fics sitting in my folders that have been unfinished in so long, but i still consider them as wips because (and here’s another subpart-advice) i tend to work on them when i am unable to touch my current work. to be frank, working on something else helps keep you in the writing zone even if you cannot stand to look at the blank/unfinished work you wanted to complete originally. when i was incapable of writing for the Monkie Destiny Challenge, i switched to working on writing and editing my teen wolf fic (a fic i had not looked at since July) because while i still had that itch to write, something was blocking me from completing the prompts. and when i switched fics, getting into the zone was a lot easier.

so, to recap:

when jumpstarting the writing zone for writing an essay, you get passionate (can be read as mad/spiteful), and outline your thought process of the essay with headings to keep the writing flow flowing (the headings do not need to stay in the final product but they are good to have in the draft) .

when jumpstarting story writing, write! that! shit! down!!!! chronological order doesn't mean shit when you're in the planning/writing phase. your readers don't have to know that you wrote/planned a character's death before writing/planning out the beginning. they just read it in the order you publish it in!

to keep the writing zone stable and in working condition, TAKE THOSE BREAKS BOO! who cares about your personal deadlines???? if you feel exhausted before opening up a doc, then take that break, babygirl. again, your reader(s) will not need to know (nor do they need to know) how long it took you to get your writing piece done. hell, if you still feel the itch to write but the thing you wanna do is not working, then work on something else you haven't touched in a while because that itch WILL get its scratch somewhere, so help me god.

so yeah, i hope this was helpful, anon (and coherent jfc there better not be a plethora of typos T^T). happy writing, and may your weekend be a healthy dose of eventful!