I'm... poking at old story-concepts again.
There were things I began to write or co-write when I was little or a teen, which I first petered out on and then refused to go back to because of the cringe factor at seeing my former writing; but some of it was really conceptually good, and still has plot elements and angles that sing to me that I haven't found yet in books elsewhere?
I don't know *how* to go back anymore. It's been so long since I've turned my writing towards storytelling in particular that I am very rusty even if I can get over the raw fear and brain-block from bad associations with college brainweird, and on top of that to be usable the plots of any of the old ideas would need serious overhaul.
But... that might actually be my ticket in. I can start writing down notes on what I think is truly important in the stories and... explore how they tick as I would anything I love in fandom, and hopefully the structure will be there waiting by the time I feel well enough to write in it again.
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discovered a dog called Sock today. short for Socrates. if you even care
update: here is the boy!
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I love you garbage truck workers I love you janitors I love you waste water treatment workers I love you sanitation workers I love you
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Excited for the Casino Party in the upcoming chapter “Of Saints and Sinners” by @morningstarwrites 🫶
It was meant to be a sketch…
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losing my actual mind rn
i had this interaction in the dropout discord (i am the first and third person). short. simple. i only got the first year bc of a discount + a gift card i had, so i was planning on using this person's suggestion.
then, i got this.
oh my god!! how nice!! how sweet!!! how thoughtful!! i gave them my email and they sent over a subscription, i thanked them profusely. i was very grateful, very touched.
hours and hours later i was still thinking about it and i recalled how, in the email id gotten about it, it said "tao yang sent you a subscription" and id seen that and thought "oh haha like the tao yang" and then moved on
but now, thinking back, i was like.... theres no way, so i googled tao yang.
......
TAO YANG BOUGHT ME A FUCKING ANNUAL DROPOUT SUBSCRIPTION
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I've seen a lot of people writing Danny as a space ancient and Dan and Dani as ghosts with moon and sun cores, being sort of parts, versions of Danny and therefore weaker. Now, consider: Dan and Dani are both powerful ghosts with really cool cores and stuff but Danny is just some guy™
Dan, who came from an alternate timeline and is kind of from the future but also not, is Clockwork's apprentice and will eventually become an ancient of time. He probably only agreed to have some lessons with Clockwork to understand better what happened to him, but he enjoys his apprenticeship now.
Dani, with her love of travelling, loves seeing all the different places the world offers to her, and that includes space and different planets and maybe even parallel universes, and she accidentally ends up being an apprentice of the space ancient. For now she's probably a baby ancient of freedom or something like that, but she might become an ancient of space in the future.
We can also have something like Dan having a core of destruction or Dani being the Speed Force if you want it to be dcxdp, or any headcanon of yours about their cool powers.
And then there's Danny. And yeah, everyone knows that he's super powerful, but also he's just some guy.
It can go different routes. Does everyone know that Danny is just Danny? Or do they think that with siblings (well, technically a clone and an alternate version, but whatever) so powerful, he must be even stronger? Is Danny actually something terrifyingly eldritch and ancient and strong, almost a god, but he just doesn't know himself? Or is he just really some guy?
Now, because it's obvious that I have a dcxdp brainrot, have a regular "JL summons/meets a powerful ghost" but its Dan and Dani, and they keep mentioning their original/brother who won a fight against them at some point. The JL is very concerned about Dan and Dani's godlike powers, and they can't imagine what Danny is like. And then they meet him (in his human form), and it's just a young adult in casual clothes, very friendly and helpful, with no evident powers. Imagine the confusion. Imagine Dan and Dani, radiating power, in their eldritch ghost forms, admitting that fighting Danny for real is the dumbest thing to do and not even they would succeed... And then there's Danny is jeans and silly t-shirt, waving shyly.
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I need to work on adapting away from my cringe-instinct as well as giving myself permission to rest, as much as I can manage to do so.
For me they both tend to come from the same source, I think. It's the old "productivity bug." The trained feeling that keeps warning me I'm not trying hard enough, I'm not meeting somebody else's perfect standard. It's very hard to jettison that mix of guilt and drive. But at the same time--
If I can't give myself permission to rest, I ignore my needs and boundaries until I wind up blowing up or melting down, or otherwise having some essential moving part of my brain get damaged on at least a temporary basis.
And if I listen to the bit of me that cringes and give it credibility instead of navigating away, if I let myself worry about how pitiful or inane I'm looking to a hypothetical Other, or fear that my passion is for the Wrong Sort of thing, something inadequately Meaningful and Lasting and Productive, then even when I am "on" and have actual *energy* to spend I'll be cutting myself off from my ability to spend it with joy.
Playfulness, whimsy, passion-projects and appreciation and analysis dedicated to "little things" or "frivolous things" or "age-innapropriate things" -- where would I *be* without them? Do I really want to wipe the world of color? Turn my own mindscape into a horrid minimalist white and grey modernist apartment to please some hypothetical Life Real-Estate agent who can't read my mind anyway, instead of filling it with all the delightful personalized furniture and local art and re-wilded butterfly-friendly garden patch that could make it a decent home for my soul??
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In the middle of a Justice League meeting, Batman feels a tug on his cape. He looks down to see a little boy who could easily pass as one of his.
"Erm," the boy starts. "I frew up."
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