#procrastinating writing...by writing something else

[erinwantstowrite]

Erin HELP. How do you get out of writer’s block. Please. I’m stuck and I have NO idea how to continue on and I’ve already rewritten said scene twice 😭😭

i have to break it to you now... writer's block is a bit of a misnomer. instead of a writer's block (or art!!) i would call it a "writer shift" or "level up," when you feel like everything you're writing is terrible, it's because you're growing as an artist! you're just seeing your art with a more critical eye, learning and adjusting. which i can probably get to another time because that's not what you asked

so!!! what is probably happening is that you don't like your outline as much as you think you do. this happens to me ALL the time. i go into a chapter thinking that i've got everything i want all set up and then i'm surprised when i procrastinate or i rewrite it several times (my record is 8 times). a good 86% of the time i end up changing my outline and trying again and it goes much better for me

if that isn't what's happening or you just REALLY like your outline, there might be another problem and here's some ideas:

go back and read your set up to that scene. you might not have given it a proper introduction/natural progression into what comes next, or you might be forgetting something

try drawing out a map of your setting and imagine your characters walking around it. there might be some white room action happening and it's bothering you

it could be something about your dialogue! try acting out your dialogue in a one person play and see if it feels natural for you to say (as in like, technicality. if you can't literally say the words then it might be hard for your reader to read) and if it feels like something your character would say

[stripedstarsblueflags]

Fanfiction is not an industry.

There are no publishing houses, professional editors, algorithms, distribution managers, talent agents, or, in almost all cases, profit.

Fanfiction is the result of hardworking creative individuals choosing to share their passions and imaginations with no tangible benefit to themselves.

Fanfiction is not, and never has been, an industry.

[astralphobia]

Haha small question, what in the world is the Hellfire au?

it’s me. Hi. I’m the problem it’s me /ref

Wouldn’t you like to know? /j

I would infodump ab it but I’m too tired and can’t formulate things right rn

I wanna put a cohesive narrative here but I’m just so. So tired. I cannot explain rn BUT I WILL I PROMISE. ITS BEEN ON MY MIND LATELY AND ITS ONE OF MY MORE FLESHED OUT AUS. I LOVE IT SM TOO SO IM DEFINITELY COMING BACK TO IT I SWEAR

but I will say that in this au Weirdmageddon happens earlier and bill tricks dipper into breaking the rift instead (with his bare hands, the silly lil guy). Oh and when dipper broke it, the glass kinda exploded in his hands and made this gash on his hands. The intergalactic goo(???) inside the rift poured into the wound, which cannot be good for him, haha. Wonder if that has anything to do with the other two drawings, hehehe

And if I told you this ask has held a grip on me for a while it would be underestimation.

[wizardpink]

Devil's Minion fic but told entirely from Louis' perspective, where he and Armand find out about Daniel's Parkinson's diagnosis and Louis can tell how absolutely devastated Armand is. But Armand doesn't know that Louis caught he and Daniel together in the 70s/80s but never said anything, because a part of him hoped Armand would turn Daniel and leave with him. But of course he didn't and they continued on trapped in their sham marriage. But now Louis is watching Armand, someone he does feel SOME love for, losing the love of his life in real time, and he thinks about Lestat. And he thinks about Lestat. And he thinks about Lestat. To the point he can't stand the thought of letting Daniel die before reuniting he and Armand one last time. It would be too cruel even for the guy who promised to stay in a loveless marriage for eternity to punish his ex husband. That's why he initiates the whole interview. It's why he teases Daniel with false memories of Alice that are really papered-over memories of Armand, or why he agrees to feed on Armand in front of Daniel and then goes WAY beyond what Armand agreed to talking about the taste of his blood and his swimming habits. It's why he offered Daniel the gift the day Dr. Bhansali visits, when he expects BOTH Armand and Daniel to be most receptive to the idea. And why towards the end of the interview, when Armand proposes offering Daniel the gift a second time under the guise of extending the life of their testament to each other for eternity, Louis says absolutely, what a stellar idea, we'll have Rashid decorate the dining room and make sure our boy is as comfortable as possible. And finally why he had no fear of leaving Daniel with a pissed off Armand after the betrayal reveal. Because at that point despite truly appreciating Daniel for what he revealed during the interview, he needs to get out of there asap because he can't stand to look at either one if them right now. He'll get over it quickly enough because let's face it, in the back of his mind Louis always knew Armand was behind it all. And he loves Daniel now more than ever. So when he finds out Armand turned Daniel after all, after he ran straight to New Orleans and Lestat, I know he had to laugh. "We're all so fucked up, my god."

[undertale-fic-librarby]

Delightful Distraction

A genderswapped FluffyNight drabble to celebrate reaching 300 followers! This was briefly looked over & written in two sittings! Happy reading!

Ccino hums quietly to the music that's playing in the otherwise quiet café & picks up the dirty dishes of the table that had just left, leaving the building free of customers for the time being.

Carrying the plates carefully with both hands, she walks into the back where the kitchen is & deposits the dirty dishes into the sink, already filled with plates from earlier in the day.

Ccino debates with herself for a moment before grabbing a pair of dish washing gloves from nearby & slipping them on. She might as well take advantage of the lack of customers & get a head start on washing up.

Scrubbing away at a dirty cup, Ccino's unaware of a presence approaching her from behind until there are suddenly arms wrapped around her waist, causing her to jump & tighten her grip on the mug in her hand in surprise.

Looking over her shoulder, Ccino glares at the grinning face behind her, huffing in annoyance. "Was that really necessary?" Nightmare lets out a quiet chuckle as she tightens her hold around Ccino, resting her head on the other's shoulder.

"No, but it was funny." She mumbles softly in response to the question, pressing a soft kiss against Ccino's neck in apology. "Will you ever find it in yourself to forgive me?"

Ccino rolls her eyelights & sighs with a shake of her skull, unable to keep the smile off of her face as she turns back to face the sink. "I don't know, what will you do to make it up to me?"

Nightmare hums as she thinks, grin softening into a smile as she tries to come up with a satisfying reply. "I could always make dinner for us tonight?"

Ccino stands straight & pulls away from Nightmare's hold slightly to look at her, a look of panic on her face as she frantically tries to backtrack. "N-No, it's fine! No further apology needed, I'm good!"

Nightmare huffs with a pout, reluctantly pulling away & taking a step back from the other. "What exactly are you trying to say?"

Ccino pauses to take off the gloves she's wearing before turning to face Nightmare fully. "Honey, you know I love you," she takes the other's hands into hers, squeezing them softly as she meets Nightmare's gaze & continues speaking, "but your cooking could use some work."

Nightmare frowns as if she's upset, but shrugs after a moment as a smile forms on her face again. "Yeah, that's fair." She squeezes Ccino's hands in return, leaning in & pressing a chaste kiss against the other's teeth.

Ccino hums as she goes to kiss Nightmare again, unsatisfied with how short the last one was, only to jump at the sound of the bell hanging in front of the door ringing & signaling the presence of a customer.

She pulls away in a panic, adjusting her apron with a light blush on her face as she walks away from Nightmare & back out to the actual café area, calling out to the customer. "Just a moment!"

Nightmare watches as Ccino walks away with a pout, tentacles drooping in disappointment as she hears her begin to take the customer's order. She had hoped to have Ccino's attention for longer, but that clearly wasn't going to happen.

Nightmare looks over at the dirty dishes that she had distracted Ccino from, sighing & grabbing the gloves that the other had been using. She may as well help her darling out a little since she had distracted her.

[clinicallyinsanedumpsterrabbit]

Vivisection

The loyelest lamb of a dead "god."

Don't touch the glowy insides, they're like molten lava thanks to the whole burning alive thing, they may taste nice, and they canonically do, like sweet honey roasted aubergine, but burning your entire digestive system beyond repair isn't worth it. No, look at me. Do not. Eat. The forbidden. Candy lava.

I spent way too long on this

Like over a week I think.. Idk, kinda time blind

And the artist eyes are saying it's not perfect, but perfection is a myth and I hate that myth so I'm refusing to think about the quality anymore

The fun thing about this kind of eldridge body horror is there's no blood, so I don't have to draw it

I'm not going to post the speed paint this time because it messed up the post last time so it didn't go out as much, plus I'm too lazy to edit a Time-lapse rn, you may get it on a Reblogs on my alt account later but no promises

And as per tradition it's 3 am and I feel like it shows a lot in my writing today, brain very eepy

Goodnigh

Oh and alt version below for funzies

Yeah it's just with the glitch effects removed

[dullyn]

arthurian cult horror side project save me arthurian cult horror side project

[catnykit]

am i legit the only one who writes their stories Directly in the tumblr drafts??? and THEN, AFTER POSTING, copy them somewhere else for archive???

[jaeminvore]

anyone has the same problem where you have extensive notes on how a scene is going to happen, but for some reason cannot for the life of you write it out 🤕

[gemglyph]

Send asks? Questions? Life updates?

[shubaka]

For the trope combo list: (whenever you have time<3) fake dating, Suddenly Flustered Because of A Particular Outfit™ and kimchay (obviously)

Chay is waiting outside the club for his ride home when he gets a text from Porsche.

Sorry! Things got a little dicey at a handoff. I need to go and smooth things over before a gunfight breaks out. I sent Kinn’s brother to pick you up. 

Chay highly doubts P’Khun is the one on the way to rescue Chay from hitchhiking home. 

The sounds of chatter and a thudding bassline draws Chay’s attention to the entrance of the club. A friend of a friend of Ohm’s steps out and makes a beeline for Chay. 

Chay is 60 percent sure the guy’s name is Min.

Min lets out a relieved laugh as he stops next to Chay. “I’m glad I caught you before you left.” He gives Chay a meaningful once-over, his gaze lingering for a brief moment at Chay’s nipples through the mesh shirt. “How about you come inside and join me for one more drink?” 

Chay crosses his arms just as a familiar leather jacket engulfs his shoulders. 

“Sorry, but we’ll have to decline,” says Kim. 

“And who are you?” Min puffs up his chest in Kim’s direction.

“I’m the boyfriend.” 

It takes a few seconds, but when Chay finally registers the words that come out of Kim’s mouth, he swivels incredulously towards Kim, only to squawk when he feels a pinch on his waist. 

Min turns to Chay.

“Umm, yeah,” mumbles Chay. “We’re dating.” 

“Oh,” Min looks at Kim.

Kim smiles tightly.

“Still,” insists Min, “the both of you should come in and join us for one more drink.”

“It’s up to you, Ch–” Kim chokes on air when he finally notices what Chay is wearing. The expanse of tan skin peeking through the mesh is a stark contrast to the dark leather of Kim’s jacket. 

“Oh,” says Min. “I guess you won’t be joining us after all. Have fun,” he laughs.

[tamagojiji]

in the mood to write Sebastian headcanons in alternative universes (instead of working on my modern history project 😭)

[clegfly]

normalise writing fanfiction and reading it at the same time like some fucked up ao3 version of family guy clip content farms

[seumyo]

if anyone wants to trade writings—my inbox is always open !!

[whumpy-wyrms]

can someone just like spam me with tllr things you want me to draw. can be anything i just neeeed motivationnn

[when-we-drive-away-in-secret]

Olivia Caliban loved to read, and as such, she was a collector of books. She was what is commonly—or, perhaps, in certain circles that I am not a part of, uncommonly—referred to as a bibliophile; a word which here means “someone who collects books, usually because they love to read.” You might think the best course of action, when encountering someone who loves to collect books, is to give them a collection of books to guard and admire so that their desire is sated, and they can move on to other things they might enjoy, such as reading the books, or researching from them, or developing a new method of categorisation with which to keep them organised. Upon meeting Olivia for the first time, the former principal of Prufrock Preparatory School had this exact thought, and so put her in charge of their library, assuming, as anyone might, that her bibliophilic-nature would come to an end, and they could both go on to deal with new matters. Unfortunately for him—though extremely fortunately for the well-read students of Prufrock Prep, both those in present attendance and any who may come after them—giving a bibliophile a library and expecting her to stop collecting books is comparable to pouring kerosene on a house fire and expecting it to stop burning; no matter your expectations or intentions, the fire will turn into a blaze all the same. And so, like a dragon hoards gold or an optometrist hoards patients, Olivia continued to hoard books; only adding to her newfound collection with all the fervour and intensity that an actress might dedicate to her personal revenge after receiving a particularly unfavourable review by a well-known and soon-to-be-fired critic of the Daily Punctilio.