#lmao someone just gave the fuck up with the dialogue creativity that day

[limejellysims]

about my level of enthusiasm at this point as well

[swordbreakerz]

✨ for all of them, 🎥 for treasure planet and guardians of gahoole, 🍀 for 9-1-1 and penumbra, 📃 for unicorn chronicles, 🏳️‍🌈 for howls, treasure planet and legend of zelda, and 💎 for any ones you have facts for lol

you spoil me uwu

🎥 - ok for treasure planet, gotta be the 12 years later scene in the beginning and the zoom in to the spaceport, the way it transitions from jim reading under the blankets to him flying on his solar surfer is so chefs kiss, and just like. everything about to the spaceport lmao, fr guardians definitely the scene where soren flies through the fire and then blows up the pulley system to get rid of the flecks energy, bro when hes flying above it all holding the lantern before he dives down to save them? chills

🍀 - you know im on that projection shit w/ juno steel, ive truly never like connected with a character like that before and he’s really really helped me thru my recovery and transition lol, fr 911 uhhh ig buck or eddie? i havent Thought About It or like consumed it enough times yet to rly settle on someone but fr now,,, they

🏳️‍🌈 - ok for howls, Everyone Is Bi/Pan, howl is trans and autistic and i will die on that hill, fr treasure planet jim and cpt amelia are both trans and both of them + doppler are autistic, fr loz link is trans, autistic and semi nonverbal and communicates primarily with asl, post twilight princess zelda says fuck it and finds a way back into the twilight realm and she midna and link hang out, most of these boil down to everyone i love is trans gay and autistic because i say so lmaooo

📃 - OK SO. without like, spoiling too many plot points, our main character is cara and she lives with her grandmother. her mom is dead and dad is out of the picture. one day theyre getting chased by these people that her grandma knows and cara gets thrown into an alternate realm full of fantasy creatures using her grandmothers amulet. she meets a unicorn named lightfoot and a bunch of other rad people and basically, starts a journey to save that world from the Hunters. the Hunters are an organisation who specifically hate unicorns and want them all dead, led by Beloved, and cara and her friends have to try and stop them from entering the world and wiping them out. its sooo so so good and i highly recommend it cause i have no one to talk to about it please god

✨ - oh boy uh, well. im just gonna like list them out lmao

unicorn chronicles: i loved unicorns as a kid and read it when i was in elementary school, and over the years its remained just as compelling and well written as i remember and like. god the whole concept is so godamn cool and all the subplots that get introduced are fuckign fantastic and like all the different creatures are amazing i literally cant sing its praises enough

howls moving castle: must i have a logical reason? is it not to vicariously live my fantasy of running away to the countryside with a wizard boyfriend, his demon and his apprentice?? for real though, its such a fantastic story with beautiful visuals in the movie and wonderfully compelling prose in the book, and esp in the movie the whole time travel subplot with sophie seeing howl and calcifer in the past and then howl finding her in the future makes me go feral

penumbra: gays in space. need i say more? im a huge slut for gay found family and especially in futuristic space, and im a huge big fan of the lgbt utopia its created. like yeah capitalism sucks but at least im not gonne get misgendered in space starbucks, u kno? all the writing and dialogue is so incredible and the SOUND DESIGN GOD, alex i know u specifically can relate when i say i would kill a man for sophie and her incredible sound design skills, like dude the dance scene in man in glass p2 you can hear every single individual step they take and every swish of junos dress and i jusT !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! god its so good, plus the whole the characters help me work through my trauma and repressed anger haha

911: this one is entirely your fault. so obligatory horny on main everyone on that show is so hot i want oliver stark to cradle me gently in his beefy arms oh my god. other than Men, the way it drives home the whole ‘you can’t save everyone, and it will kill you to try, so just focus on what you can do and keep living’ makes me so emo. the way it tackles big bureaucratic issues as well as closer to home interpersonal ones is amazing and i love how it shows people going through and dealing realistically with trauma.

treasure planet: again, who doesnt want to live in Cool Steampunk Space Travel Future? i really really love jims story and his arc, the way he deals with his trauma is uhh very familiar lol and his relationship with silver is like the ideal. the story is just the coolest concept and i love all the wonderful character design and animation, plus the soundtrack SLAPS and everything is beautiful

legend of zelda: ive been associated with this series from a very young age due to my name and as soon as i gave into my fate and looked it up for real i just kinda fell into it lol. i cant really tell you exactly what draws me to it besides ‘wow fun game!’ and ‘god i wish that were me,’ but like the absurd amount of detail thats put into each installment and the creative ways they retell essentially the same/similar story over and over is incredible

guardians of gahoole: so i had the same experience with this and treasure planet which is i remembered ‘oh hey this is a movie that exists and i cant clearly remember watching it, ill look it up :)’ and then it consumed my life for a solid 3 months. firstly this movie is absolutely gorgeous, the animation and framing is fucking stunning and the way they handled owls talking like people as far as the movement of their very inflexible beaks was amazing. it sort of has the same draw for me as warrior cats? secret animal society ft incredibly traumatic experiences and the characters dealing with it. like, the whole concept is just so fuckign wild and it works so well, i rly enjoy this niche genre.

💎 - alright trivia time, so guardians of gahoole is based on a book series and the movie only covers part of the first arc i think idk, BUT theres another series set in the same universe called wolves of the beyond that i devoured when i was younger! i didnt know they were connected for the longest time and when i found out i was :000, i still rly love wolves of the beyond and wanna reread it, as well as read the actual gahoole books. in the howls books, sophie is a redhead! also, markl is named michael and like a fully functioning young adult who ends up marrying one of sophies sisters. treasure planet is, obviously, based off treasure island but its so much better than the book dont bother reading it lol i tried and it was boring. there was plans for a treasure planet sequel that was fully scripted and cast but it was cancelled cause disney sabotaged treasure planet from the start with the shitty release and advertising and tldr we were ROBBED, also amelias concept was much more octopus like and while that wldve been rad im p glad she was switched to a cat for. several reasons lol. uhh i dont have a lot of Fun Facts abt the unicorn chronicles but for the longest time i thought there were only 3 books and then last year i found the fourth book by chance in a kitsch store and nearly had a breakdown i was so happy, like full on i started shaking and crying cause there was so much joy in my body i cldnt contain it.

thats all i can think of tysm ily, to anyone who read all of this bless u please watch guardians of gahoole and read the unicorn chronicles i will love u forever

[namjoonchronicles]

whisper | sj

♂ pairing: seokjin x you ♂ genre: horror, seokjin is a ghost, 1930s merge current year ♂ summary: i just wrote seokjin as a cute ghost, think casper. and he falls in love with a human lmao

Being a ghost can be very boring.

Everyday, same routine. Stuck in a loop, forever roaming the same area, not being able to evolve like all the humans that lived here before. Seokjin lays down on the floor, eyes boring into the moldy ceiling of a bungalow.

The chandelier hanging low suddenly snaps and fall, through him. It dug the wooden floor where Seokjin is and all he did is breathed in, and sighed heavily. He sat up.

The house is getting boring. The family that lived here before ran away the first night they came. Seokjin thought that if he made tea and served them some biscuits, they’d befriend him.

He didn’t think that a floating tray would scare the shit out of them. He just wanted to make friends.

That was at least five or four years ago. He hadn’t kept track of time since it’s always the same year for him. He knows he can’t leave this time loop anytime soon, and he had given up all hope there is. He stared out the dusty window overlooking the front of the house, meekly. The post box was the farthest he could go to.

“It looks like it’s going to rain soon.” He whispered to himself, lips pouting. He remembered that when he blew air out, fogs will come, and he could draw on them. He beams at the idea. But when he blew them, nothing happened. “Oh right. I’m not a human anymore. Well this sucks.” Seokjin dropped his shoulder and walked away from the window.

The curtain flaps a little as he turned away. He climbed up the stairwell, his hand looked like they were grasping the handrail when it actually floats on them. Seokjin lonely steps is followed by nothing else. He is alone in this house with four bedrooms, one main, three toilets, an attic and a large kitchen.

A Europian style bungalow abandoned in the outskirts of the city called Gwacheon, a ghost that haunts anyone who lived there without the means to, a story that took a major turn when the rain starts to fall heavily. “Is that...” Seokjin tilts his head to one side while laying on his bed, “The sound of footsteps?”

Brushing the rain off of your shoulder and thighs, you cursed, “Aish.... why must it rain today of all days.” You squinted your eyes at the bicycle you left laying by the stairs to the old bungalow. Taking out a small handkerchief, a piece of folded paper fell out along with it. Thankfully, being sheltered by the balcony of this bungalow, the address on the paper is not smeared.

Your bicycle however, didn’t have much luck. The rain came so suddenly, you had to abandoned right there. Putting on your hoodie to cover your head, you see the chains are out of its gears, and it’s going to take time to fix this. It’s getting dark pretty soon.

Seokjin jolted on his bed when he heard the second groan. Then he appeared on the first floor, and stood by the window next to the main door and saw you.. He smiled brightly, “FRIEND!” He exclaimed and you turned around. Smoothing the folded paper, you saw the number to the house was as written.

This paper you got, with the address is from a troubled property manager. He claimed he couldn’t enter the house without experiencing weird whisperings in his ear. He doesn’t know what’s being said so he asked for your help since you claimed to have a supernatural abilities.

You don’t.

You just need quick money. All that you are is a great mentalist. You know how to read gestures and use it to gain profit. This had nothing to do with supernatural gifts. It was a hallucination. Once it all cleared out and you assured that its nothing to be concerned of, you will ask the same property manager for that house by Jeju island that you had been eyeing for awhile.

One thing, for another.

You don’t enjoy scamming people, but with no vacancy to use your diplomas on, you had to do all you can to make some. You had a housemaid service before. But you had to shut it down because you accidentally throw a colored fabric into a white only washing machine.

Tried fast food restaurant, wasn’t quick enough to process orders.

Tried Uber driving, isn’t equipped with the patience of being a driver in peak hours. Once swore in front of a four year old and wasn’t paid. This was the only thing you’re good at. Scamming.

You tried to shrug off the cold but your dampened socks are freezing your skin. You looked behind to see the white curtain moved.

From the inside, Seokjin mumbled to himself, wide-eyed, “She. Heard me.” Then the main door clicked. The lock is there so he watched it rattle on it own as you tried to open the door. Seokjin squinted at the lock and tried to unlock them. But his fingers went through the solid.

He gave up. But you didn’t.

With a hair pin in your purse, you picked the lock and it rotated open. The door creaked open. Thunder and lightning followed. The whole house is dark with no lights. Seokjin mouthed to his side, “Awe. Some.” You sighed loudly as you walked in.

“A human in 17 years oh wow...” Seokjin thought. “Where is the light switch in this place.” You asked, using your phone’s light to ensure you don’t knock anything over. Seokjin hurried to the wall next to the main door where you were not aware of. “Here.” Seokjin pointed out and you dropped to the floor in surprised when you saw a man, in white Victorian cloth and brown trousers.

“Oh no, here comes the scream.” Seokjin palmed his face and peeped at you through the open gaps in his fingers. The shrilling cry came, as Seokjin predicted.

“I was only telling her where the light switches are... way to go.

Approach her in the most gentleman way. Well, guess what Einstein, no one really greets a ghost with a: ‘Hi, hello. How do you do today?’ Oh. I don’t know, because I’m dead. How’s life?...” Seokjin blabbered to a shell shocked you, pacing left to right while you rest on your elbow, watching him.

“Most people would run out the main door by now, why are you still here?” He asked, his pinkish brown comma hair touched the tip of his eyebrow, eyes boring into you, gentle. You blacked out.

Seokjin straightens up, raised his hand up and down again, like, really?

The gentlement in him wanted to pick you up from the floor, set you in bed and turn on the heater. But the ghost in him fears that you’d freak out. So he sat by you, hugging his knees until you wake up, which was awhile. He straightens his legs, lay down, sat up, sing and hummed, lay on his stomach, propped an elbow while tracing your nose with his ghostly finger, did a roleplay dialogue with your motionless body before deciding that it was rude to possess a lady—and finally, just watch you.

It started with a blurry vision. You remembered what happened but you were cautious. You jolted up, seated. You ran to the switch and lit the house. The bulb flickered at first but eventually stabilize. “Mr. Ghost?” You called, probably half crazy by now, but you got nothing to lose to try and test your theory.

“I heard you... taunted many humans, even the property manager... I.” You proceed to tiptoed your way to the living room where all the furnitures are covered with white cloth. Pictures on the walls are too. “I am...Talking to a fucking ghost... was he really as handsome as I remembered him to be?” You started talking to yourself.

Pinkish brown comma hair, big eyes, lushious lips, tall nose, incredible jaw line, wide set of shoulders and perfect ears.

“Did I just imagined a future husband? Nah. My brain is too clouded to have that kind of flawless creativity. That kind of human doesn’t exist. Let alone a ghost.” You scoffed and heard someone cleared their throat. “Please don’t get scared. I’m not going to hurt anyone. I just want to talk...” he said. The tone is so kind.

Is that a Gwacheon dialect? Something about it sounded very aristocratic. Maybe he’s one of the rich family who lived here. Got money?

“Hello. Hi? I’m sorry I barged in. I was. It’s raining.” Your voice echoed. He was about to step out but only after he warned you. He doesn’t want you to be surprised. So you told him your name and he bowed, shyly, “Kim. Seokjin.” He bit his lip and straightened his back and it was then, your imaginations became vivid.

Seokjin is breathtakingly beautiful. Too beautiful.

“Wow. How can you be so. Handsome?” You approached him.

“It runs in the family?” He sounded unsure but it sounded like a plausible answer.

“Good Lord, do you have a descendant or something...how to get your genes. So tall...” you circled around him. “Excuse me?” He asked.

“I never thought I’d stoop so low and flirt with a ghost but here we are...” you shook your head and smiled thinly. “No descendants because I never marry...” Seokjin explained with a little shrug, a tug on his lower lip and you darted, “Oh my goodness, why.” Sounded a little angry.

“Because I couldn’t?” “Why don’t you cross-over?” “Because I can’t find this path people were talking about.”

Cricket sounds. You blinked at him. He blinks back.

“Do you need a GPS? Waze? Google Map?” You listed. “What is that.” Seokjin asked.

“I’m. Stuck here. In this time loop. Modernization takes in but I remain the same.” Seokjin sat next to you hugging his knee and you do the same, watching the fireplace that you helped him lit. “Any ideas on what’s keeping you here?” You rested your chin on your knee, studying his face.

He shakes his head and dropped his gaze to his toe.

“Do you remember how you...passed?” Again, shook his head.

“OKAY!” You stood up abruptly, “We are going to find out how you died and we will start with your family,” you mindlessly reach your hands out for him to take and he hesitantly did so. To his surprise, his hand did felt yours.

Kim Seokjin is the youngest of two, first born being an older brother and mom and dad. The family portrait that hung above the fireplace is uncovered and you saw it to be grimly lit. Probably taken by a camera that explodes. You know, the old kind?

And even in that blurry ass, old picture, Seokjin was absolutely beautiful. Still is. Considering he hasn’t passed. You almost asked him if he would marry you. Before shaking your head to the impossible wish. “Do you remember flashes of your past?”

Walking around the house makes it easier to imagined and relived the house at its peak. Obviously, it belonged to a wealthy family. The portrait itself was screaming money. His father wore something like a royal suit and his mother a gorgeous Hanbok; Korean traditional wear. His brother had wing on his bennet, suggests that he might have been a pilot or something like that.

Seokjin was probably studying in college. And it looked like he died during that age. It was unfortunate.

Walking up the stairs while he tailed you like a loyal puppy, you stopped and turned to him mid way. He looked surprised but innocently, and brightly smiled. “...Do you have bullet wounds? Scars? Bloody spots? Turn around.” You told him and he did. No apparent bruises. No wounds. Marks.

“Can you. Open your.” His hand flew to the buttons and stripped. Fucking hell, broad shoulders. “No marks. No wounds. Or scars. You have great shoulders.” You commented and continued upstairs. Seokjin put his white long sleeves back on and followed you. “This is a very pleasant hou—“ you feet dug a hole in one of the frail stairs and Seokjin tries to grab you.

His hand went through.

And thankfully, the base wood, making up the stairs was still strong, so you only had your feet dug inside. Blood, from the scrape the pointy broken wood made. “I should have warned you that this house is falling apart; the longer it stands.” Seokjin forgots that he is weightless, so he doesn’t break stairs he floated on.

“Oh well.” You shrugged and giggled while you helped yourself up. “Please be mindful of where you step. You’re the only human in here. If anything happens to you...” he lets his sentence hang.

“Then we both can be ghosts and haunt people down.” You chirped and smiled widely. For a second there, Seokjin thought it was a good idea. But he still had morals left. “You should marry your lover first.” He pursed his lips.

“Oh wow, I’m so single you have no idea...” you walked into one of the room with the door closed. “A wholesome girl like you? No lover? I find that very hard to believ—“ Seokjin’s voice dimmed and the view of the room you entered changed to a lively one.

It’s like it came back to relived its glorious moments. It was Seokjin’s room. Seokjin wasn’t there but you felt it. It was definitely Seokjin’s room. It’s like you time travelled to the past, and you were there when Seokjin was alive. It looked familiar. These flashes.

The hourglass. The white linen. A violet morning glory in a small transparent glass. You heard giggles. Turning around to where Seokjin’s ghost was supposed to be, turned into a helper who is setting a tray by the bed.

A breakfast.

The helper left after placing that breakfast for two and the door to the bathroom opened when the wind from the window blew lightly. Seokjin had a towel around his waist and giggling, to a lady in her towels as well. They were obviously lovers. She had her back to the door so you couldn’t see her face.

Seokjin squinted at the door opening so he went to close it.

A helper came in again. This time she’s young. Not the same helper who brought in the tray. She took out a small packet of white powder and poured to one of the cup. Next to the plate that has potato. Then she rushes to the hourglass and turned the fuller side, up. The sand falls, indicating: It has begun.

The helper leaves. You murmured, “No.” Realizing what she had done.

Seokjin—still a living human now, came out of the bathroom first. He took a piece of potato and gobbled one down. Then he reaches for the cup without the powder. You sighed, gratefully.

“This doesn’t explain it.” You scowled in confusion. One blink, and everything returned to normal. Well, normal... if you count Seokjin out. Seokjin was astounded.

“What just happened.” He said. “You see that too?” You asked.

“No. You were acting weird. You didn’t respond to anything I say. Lookig around like you’re watching something... I was so scared. Are you alright?” He sounded really concerned.

“Seokjin I saw you with a girl. I think she’s your wife. A helper came to give you breakfast for two. And, an hourglass!” You remembered. “Do you have an hourglass?”

Seokjin pointed to it. “It’s broken in half. It’s been like that since I’ve become a spirit. Now about this wife I don’t remember having... what was she look like?” Seokjin asked politely. “Never marry, my human ass. You were lovey dovey and shit in that bathroom there. You were probably a playboy and not even realising it. With that face, you’re trying to fool me?” You scoffed.

“I would court all the ladies available in town if I had a face like that. I also apparently have a lot of money... Seokjin, you naughty thing.” You joked but Seokjin didn’t find it funny. “And that is why you were born a lady.” Seokjin came with a good clapback for a Victorian age ghost.

“Maybe one of your helpers did it.” You said. “I was very kind to them, they wouldn’t. They shouldn’t. They couldn’t, could they?” Seokjin asked.

“A dog can remember the hands that feed it for three days, and be loyal for life. A human can be fed for three years and bit the hands that same hand that bit them, in three seconds...” you looked at him and opened his wardrobe.

Clothes are gone. But there were scratch marks on the inside. Seokjin felt a slap of air when it opened, and he heard cries. His cries. It started when he was 5, and continued until his early years in college. “I was locked in there. Starved and sweaty.” He remembered.

“That explains your fingernails.” You said. His nails were irregular and obviously these marks were made by those very nails. “Who beat you?” You asked. Seokjin stood far away from that wardrobe as if it scares him to be close to it. He sat on his bed, by the window.

“They didn’t. They just lock me in.” Seokjin carefully say. “I was in so much pain. I don’t even know what I did wrong. I just keep...apologizing.” He clenched his eyes shut. Was he abused? He was. Nobody knows for how long. You hovered your to his father’s face and to his older brother, nothing. His mother? Also nothing.

Wow, you rely on your guts in this.

“The helper placed something in one of the cups that morning, Seokjin.” You said. “No one would have done so without getting anything in return.” Seokjin sighed softly. “Seokjin... Your helpers tried to kill you.” You said.

Seokjin shakes his head. He doesn’t believe that it’s so. His helpers are kind. His family too. So who locked him there? You came across a larger family potrait, with the gardeners and helpers. The family caretakers. “This guy.” Seokjin pointed. “He is the caretaker. He’s the one that locks me in the wardrobe.”

He looked very much alike the current property manager. “He had a daughter. This one.” A face covered by shadow. “Do you have a clearer one?” You asked. He tapped the next album. “It should be here. I treasure her the most.” He gushes.

You opened the album and to your surprise the girl, the caretakers’ daughter, looks like you. Seokjin saw the album dropped from your hands as you were taken back to the time of Seokjin’s final moments of life. “Ma’am, you’re not allowed in the young master’s chamber.” You heard them say.

“I just want to say hello.” You said. And they let you. Seokjin was at his desk. Studying. When you came, his face lit up. “How’d you get here?” He asked, reaching for your wrist. “The front door?” You smiled. “How’s my doctor?” You nuzzled your nose on his cheek.

He giggled. “Good.” The time fast forwarded. Then it came to the moment where the breakfast tray came. The helper who placed the tray left and you stood out the door to see who comes in next. The caretaker passed a packet to a new helper in discreet. Mouthing, “Cup. Next to the plate with potato grills.”

She, then, entered Seokjin’s room and did exactly what you saw. And the reason why you saw it was, you were the girl Seokjin is with in the toilet. He walked out to take a potato grill and you told him to take your cup, not the one the white powder is in.

Taking the other cup, you downed half the liquid to the transparent vase with the morning glory in it. Seokjin was mortified. You cried and told him, his helper was trying to kill him. And he didn’t believe you. So he downed the other half of the liquid. He didn’t react. As if he had downed a normal drink.

That was then the caretaker walked in and roughly took you by the wrist. “You will marry the man I choose and not this family,” he growled and pushed Seokjin away. “Wait for me. I’ll come back for you. Wait! I’ll come back.” You cried as the vehicle your father drove speds away.

Seokjin clutched his chest. Days passed and there was no sign of you. Seokjin walked into the wardrobe and locked himself in, because the only way to stop pain is to inflict another one.

The caretaker puts him in here for him to feel pain, and there is no wound greater than the wounds a heartbreak brings. “I’ll wait for you here, where you freed me. Like the first time I met and fall in love with you,” he falls asleep and lost his soul.

Your father locked him in there and you came to free him and that was when he fell for you. Seokjin’s body was found by one of the older helper and a funeral was held. You never came. And Seokjin. He waited.

He waited for so long.

You came to his house and freed him. “Kim Seokjin. I’ve come back to you. You can go now.” You pulled him in a hug and he gradually disappears. “I’ll remember you.” He brushes his lips on yours.

The property manager was taken off the house and you bought it with it’s scrapes and broken heart to create a new life. One morning, you prayed for Seokjin’s soul and heard a knock at your door. “May I help y–“ you gazed up and saw a flourish brown comma hair and luscious lips. Tall and broad shoulders.

“My car broke down, I was wondering if yo—“ he stopped mid sentence when he met your glance. “Do I know you?” He twitched his eyes.

You smiled expectantly at him, knowing exactly what it is. This soulmate stuff is such a permanent and accurate thing; it never misses its timing unless fate is disturbed. Seokjin needed to pass, for you to find your soulmate.

“Is your name, Seokjin? By chance?” “Yes. Yes it is. Kim Seokjin.”

[thelastperformer]

for the writer's ask game, can you please answer questions 1 through 4, 11, 13, 14, 19, 21, 30, 37, 41, 49 through 54? :D

Lmao jeez that’s so many thank you fren

1. Favorite place to write

At home, at my desk or in bed. All my stuff is there lol. Although when I have writing days with one of my friends, we tend to go to a library by her place, and I’ve actually been really productive there too. It’s really nice.

2. Favorite part of writing

Outling and drafting. Love that “ah-ha” moment when you realize how the plot is gonna work out. Funnest part is the beginning stages

3. Least favorite part of writing

Editing and revising. Hate that moment when you gotta go and fill in the plot holes, finding what doesn’t end up working. I like making a story stronger, but the rewriting process is… not fun.

4. Do you have writing habits or rituals?

Uh, I tend to write with headphones on.

When revising, I always rewrite/retype the whole story so that I’m rereading and refamiliarizing myself with parts of the story.

11. Describe your writing process from scratch to finish

It starts with the idea, whether it’s just a title, a character, a plotline, or a dialogue. It usually sits or simmers in the back of my mind for a while. If I cant shake it, I’ll start investing more thought into it. I tend to take notes on paper but I draft on microsoft word. These days I’ve been trying to outline more, which I either do on paper or on the wavemaker app. If it lasts through an outlining stage, then I’ll start drafting it. If it’s original fiction, I’ll send it on to my writing friends for critiques before starting revisions. Then I’ll revise and repeat until I feel comfortable enough to query or submit lol. If it’s fanfiction, I’ll usually just revise it on my own and post.

13. How do you deal with writer’s block?

These days, the main reasons I cant write are because I’m either depressed or too fatigued to write. I can’t fault myself for that so I just rest and work when I can. Thinking is writing, and I’m always thinking about it.

If it’s a motivation thing, I just try to push through it. Then I go back and revise it later because like hoo boy those words will not be eloquent lol. If it’s an inspiration thing, I try to input some creativity. I either go back and read some of my own stuff to remind myself what it is that I’m striving for, or watch/read something to get my mind going.

14. What’s the most research you ever put into a book?

My current novel ms takes place in the 1920s. Once I decided a time period, I ended up having to go and pour a lot of research into the time period and ww1 and things. I did not do any of this beforehand lol I just do it as I realize I need info, and it was mostly at the beginning of the novel, but it did stall me a lot

19. First line of a WIP you’re working on

Novel ms: “The night the letter arrived, he couldn’t sleep.”

Also for funsies, here’s one from a fanfic: “The  small coffee shop was sandwiched between two equally crummy buildings, tucked far back on the sidewalks of New York.”

21. Post the last sentence you wrote in one of your WIPs

From my novel ms: “ As he was falling asleep, he dreamed of hands running through his hair, whispers thanking him, praising him, so he didn’t think of the aches in his body.“

30. Favorite line you’ve ever written

Uhhh idk I have written a lot of lines.

“Your name is Rebecca / on the lips and hearts of your children” from a poem I totally forgot about

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

Oddly enough, one of my college profs in a class that was a fucking distaster and ended bottoms up said something really beautiful. He told us about how he enlisted and deployed instead of going to grad school, and as he was watching like the gunfire and seeing the war in the distance he thought something like, “I’m not going to find a reason for all of that out there. I’m going to find it here, in literature,” and that’s why he went back to school.

Also in hs, a teacher told me that conclusions are for wrapping the paper up in a way that relates to people, in a way that tells the reader, this is why this matters to the real world

41. How many stories do you work on at one time?

It just depends on how much my mind is working lol. Usually at least one or two big ones and maybe a couple small ones. Currently, I have a novel ms wip, a fanfic, and then like bits and pieces of 4 other stories floating around in my head

49. What do you find hardest to write in a story: the beginning, middle, or end?

It kind of depends on the story. Sometimes the middle, sometimes the end. The end of my novel wip is giving me a lot of trouble.

I want to be someone who writes towards the end of a story, but at this point, I am not lol.

50. Weirdest story idea you’ve ever had

This was a prompt someone gave me: “His name was Doofus, and I thought we were friends.” It became a story about aliens and stolen identities.

51. Describe the aesthetic of your story in 5 words

My novel ms: Rain, teeth, green, family secrets

52. How did writing change you?

Tbh I’ve kind of always been writing, even if I didn’t realize it. In high school I realized how much I enjoyed it and that it came somewhat naturally to me, and I wanted to pursue it and work towards it. I was going to say it didn’t really change me, because it’s always been with me, but maybe that realization gave me something more to strive for.

53. What does writing mean to you?

It’s just a part of me, it’s part of who I am. I don’t have a deeper answer than that lol

54. Any writing advice you want to share?

Uh…… idk.

You gotta know the rules to break ‘em, but please do break them.

You will inevitably write a lot of bad stuff to get to the good stuff. Don’t be discouraged about that, every step is a good one. Innovation is deconstruction and thinking outside the box. So please write a lot.

You will need to learn to take criticism. You will need more than one or two drafts, but take some time between drafts so you can look at it with fresh eyes. Build a community with some writing friends, they will help you in so many ways and it’s so fun to talk about writing processes and see their growth and their projects. You will need to learn to give criticism as well.

Understand that you aren’t just explaining the pictures you see in your head like a movie. Poetry and prose are their own mediums and should be treated as such. They have their own techniques you can use to achieve different affects on the reader but you have to know them.

Above all, enjoy writing. Enjoy the process of writing. If you don’t enjoy the process, what’s the point?