#writin stuff

[tigerdrop]

what if your best friend lived in the computer. that would be crazy

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

7 for the fic writer ask thing! bc i have THEORIES about this and i swear by using cambria in a nice navy blue color LMAO

ok so this is so hard CAUSE I was broken of usin fun fonts n colors by my high-school writin teacher that would ONLY let us write in 12 point times new Roman n I never UNbroke myself :( (however I do a FAIR amount of writin just in tumblr drafts with the purple theme on so. that I suppose.) HOWEVER. I am ENAMORED with this cambria navy idea. I simply MUST give this a go

[roipecheur]

Local 1331?? Is that a union AU?? Comrade roipecheur??

It's about Batman's assorted bats, birds, and other Gotham vigilantes unionizing with I.H.U. Local 1331, International Henchpeople United, representing lackeys, goons, and minions in the larger Gotham-Blüdhaven metropolitan area. 😎

This is inspired by my ongoing read-through of Tim Drake's appearances, starting in the late 80s up to the 2011 reboot (I'm currently in 2004) and the way Bruce treats Gotham vigilantes during that time. Essentially, acting like the unilateral boss of anyone who crops up, manipulating them into doing what he wants without sharing information, trying to impose the authority to put people who don't work with him and never asked for his permission in time-out, etc.

Since Batman seems to have decided he's everyone's boss, they've decided to treat him like one--by unionizing!

It's what he deserves 🤣

[bangtanagan]

periodically I remember my torchwood au, rewatch half a season of the show, reread my favorite fic, and write maybe six sentences before shelving my wip again. rinse, wait 4-6 months and repeat.

[roipecheur]

Protonmail has a free drive feature now with limited storage. You can store files though not edit them as in docs.

Cryptpad.fr is a good Google drive alternative.

I am begging people to use LibreOffice and personal storage devices like hard drives or USB sticks instead of relying 100% on Google Docs. LibreOffice is free and open-source, it saves files to your own computer, and it lets you save as many different file types. You can write in it, format ebooks in it, and do everything you might possibly need to do as a writer.

"Oh, but I'll lose my USB stick--" Fine, back things up in whatever cloud you use as a form of extra protection, but you should also try your absolute damnedest to also put them on some form of storage that isn't a cloud.

I know it's not accessible to everyone, but if you at all have the ability, don't rely on shit that lives on other people's computers. Especially with everything going on with AI theft and aggressive censorship of adult media. If you don't store your files on your own personal computer that you have control over, your files aren't fully yours, and they're at the whims of whoever owns the cloud.

Learn where your files are stored and how to access them. Get into the habit of backing up your files to your own personal storage. Even if you're not up for intense tech research and you don't care about how the computer actually works, please stop letting your art live in corporate clouds.

[dorfette]

Thought I was losing steam on writing but it turns out I just needed to figure out a story beat/plot point. Mood instantly lifted

[discountlittlebro]

Sometimes I wanna post my darker fantasy stuff but then I freeze up and go,,,,mmm maybe not

Just know they’re in my head and the right audience would adore them but I don’t know if I have the right audience, ya know???

[aster-daydream404]

Unrelated to any of the usual things i talk or reblog about over here in my silly little corner, but as i got back into the LMK fandom bc of shadowpeach bio parent au and delve into the fanfictions because of PittedPeaches' AGAOC, i just want to say that... holy shit Red Son you and your actually dysfunctional family's dynamic DID NOT HAVE TO HIT THAT HARD IM SCREAMING IM CRYING IM SOBBING IM TEARING MY HAIR OUT IM BITING AT THE BARS OF MY ENCLOSURE!!!

[hyenaboycunt]

Mmm, thinking about a pretty kittygirl. More importantly, thinking about how you've gotta be a bit sweeter and a bit sneakier with girls who meow. Getting what we both want takes a little finesse.

I pat her head gently while she's curled up against me. When she's cozy, I stroke her hair. It gives her that reassuring pressure on her scalp. Carefully, I run my fingers down to the tips of her hair, letting my hand weigh heavier on her neck with each pass.

Once she finds that comfortable, I start to rest my hand on her neck between strokes of her hair. Mostly toward the back of her neck, but occasionally the twitch of my fingers puts a delicate, insistent pressure on her throat or jaw. Simple scritches between her shoulder blades break up the tension and have her sighing into me.

When she's well and truly relaxed, I'll push my thumb against the curve of her jaw and force her to look up at me. The tiny flicker of uncertainty ignites me, but this is about making kitty feel cozy. So I give her a peck on the cheek, and a peck on the lips, and I press my lips against her forehead while I scratch at her chin. If she gets antsy, I just lay my hand back onto "its place" on her neck and she melts again in the comfort of my grip.

What a perfect little pet to curl up with on a rainy summer day.

[kaisollisto]

last thing u wrote:

((based on this))

(there are no rules :3ccc)

tagged by: @daisychainsandbowties

Ava glares at the juts of Lilith’s cheekbones. She can tell from the sharp stoniness of them Lilith’s not listening to a word she’s saying. It’s this back and forth that usually ends in hours of petty silence away from each other. Ava will say no, Lilith will tower over her and insist. Lilith will grit her jaw and rip her argument to shreds and Ava will find it begrudgingly hot. 

It’s the only thing they talk about between keeping the space station afloat with life. It’s easy to get lost in the labor of doing the work of what would be fit for a team of 5 but Ava knows they cannot shake the hole that stares back. 

It’s the strange case that drew them here first, a distress signal pinging repeatedly from the bottomless pit and an old recording of 2 fuzzy figures lurking on the other end. There are records of people before them in the current station just adjacent to the pit but never any more evidence of what lies below. There is an elevator that connects to what Ava hopes is the other station but can only be accessed from inside the station they’re in. It looks well used enough to convince her it’s sturdy enough to survive at least two trips. 

Lilith steps closer, close enough to touch her and Ava isn’t ready for that. “I’m not going down there Lil, you’ve seen the reports, people who come here don’t come back and I’m starting to get why.” 

Lilith’s eyes flash with a sliver of something volatile before Ava can take it back, the mistake digs in her throat but she stands up, turning around to look at the old recording once again. The screen has a crack in it that distorts part of the footage but it's clear that there's proof that life has made it down there. It's a jumbled 6 second clip that jumps around, almost unreadable but Ava has a feeling she cannot keep running away. 

Ava can't take her eyes off the clip, replaying it frantically over and over in her mind as a feeling she doesn't want to name wells up inside her. Even if they did go down, Ava would have to go alone because of the Halo. Its faint glow would be more beneficial than risking any energy input for light. 

Lilith is burning behind her no doubt a couple sentences away from strangling her. Ava knows her fingers are twitching. That’s just who Lilith is, she looks out for Ava in an angry way. 

“Ava,” She puffs, Ava can see it in her head, Lilith loosening the lock in her jaw with a wisp of breath snaking between her teeth. She thinks if Lilith wasn’t always knocking her around she’d pick up smoking. But she supposes smoking would detract from the heated sex they always find themselves in. 

There’s a shuffle behind her but Ava is too cowardly to turn around, not quite ready for another argument or maybe something worse. Ava wonders if today’s the day where one of them crosses the line. 

“We don’t know anything, people have accidents or get lost. There's nothing more to it.” Lilith slows down her syllables sounding like a stranger, “We have an ancient artifact that enhances your physicality, there's nothing to be afraid of.” 

Ava doesn’t like it, how dejected Lilith sounds, it’s wrong. It makes her feel wild, she pushes, falling into what they know best, “Maybe for your physique,” Ava swallows heavily the words tumbling out of her mouth searing, “but I'm the crippled one here remember? The Halo gets me to what you would consider your peak physique." She can feel tears of frustrations lining her eyes and she squints angrily at the footage. She brings her knees up to her chest hoping she hadn’t bled too raw for Lilith to notice. 

She knows she hasn’t succeeded, the Halo’s always been a sore spot for both of them. It’s a coin toss, the Halo which gives her strength but is ultimately unstable. The power output is too random and unreliable. It's not sustainable for her in the long run. She is nothing if not at the mercy of a crusty old metal that decides if she can move her fingers or bench five times Lilith’s weight. 

She sulks hoping Lilith will do what they do best. It’s quiet behind her and in her embarrassed tear stricken haze she’s sure that Lilith has fled, parallel to the line that they both don’t dare to cross. 

Ava tucks her head into her arms, her shoulders peeking over her ears and she’s resigned to accepting this endless back and forth for forever. 

She’s musing the list of chores she can do to avoid Lilith when her chair is swiveled backwards to face her. Lilith’s fingers stray far from any part of Ava but she bends to her height kneeling against the cold tiled floor. From this angle her cheekbones are soft, a tangible thing that Ava can’t look at. There’s a vulnerability that clings to Lilith; it feels wrong to look at her so bare that Ava swallows. But no matter how far she’s strayed from her she always ends up at the beginning. 

Lilith watches her, before grabbing the arm of the chair stilling Ava’s squirming. Even in the hard lines of her eyebrows, (the ones that knit together at Ava’s insistence to look anywhere but her,) there’s a softness in her pupils, the deepest part of her eyes that Ava has to really look to find. 

Lilith doesn’t grab any part of her and Ava thinks her body would be less aware of it if Lilith just fucking touched her like a normal fucking person. 

“Ava,” Lilith swallows, she looks crumpled, “We cannot keep running. Eventually there will be nowhere else to go, and then what? I just watch you wither away for the rest of my life? Watch you waste away and think 'well we did the best we could'?” It squeezes out of Lilith like a dirty secret, a shame that has festered inside of her. 

It almost makes her feel wrong but Ava can feel the chair shaking, Ava can feel Lilith is shaking. Somewhere along the way Lilith has grazed her knee but Ava doesn’t register it the way it kills Lilith to confess. 

 “I need you.” 

tagging @aromarianne @tragedylure @desognthinking

[tigerdrop]

ive finished a strange little piece of erotica about marcille and a stray undine. you can read it here if you a freak like me

[alienglowgarden]

Watching endless movies on the projector, the two of you develop an inside joke- Tarkovsky must have secretly been a gardener too. The first time Sol shows him their namesake, Solaris, he is struck by the immaculate beauty, pinnacle of aesthetic composition the world of Tarkovsky's film is. It sets an impossible standard that in a real three dimensional space Sym cannot reach. For a good decade all he can think of is Stalker. By year 6 Vertigo Valley skews more green than fuchsia. For months his work barely moves a single square meter, as he works every angle into mise en place.

I was so funny for this [drabbles and quick idea scrawlings I never posted]

nother sym sol bit. Never wrote out how they come to the conclusion but rest assured there was a path I followed here. It makes sense ok. Philosophy is cool. similar line of thought as that one tumblr post that extrapolates "The default way for something to taste is good. When something tastes good we say "tasty" reinforcing that connection," and what that means for our understanding of morals. From that which is in abundance on vertumna, in the values the gardeners hold, one can make a comparative moral good and evil, which would differ from one borne of human culture. And Sym unfortunately falls squarely on the bad side. Lucky for the brand new invasive species tho.

“You're Evil.” You conclude chuckling as you speak out loud the logic of Gardener morality. “By their standards, you're immoral.” Sym doesn't seem to take it as lightly. “Let’s not talk about this, sugarbug.” That takes you aback. Its the first time something has truly been off the table like this. He’d always said it in a playful tone, directed the conversation to another topic. Here, his eyes were pleading with you to drop it.  You delight in this, knowing his cursed existence mirrors yours so neatly. But it seems you are the only one to see it as such. You find the idea funny in that self-deprecating, ironic kind of way. That "All you can do is laugh, right?" way. But maybe you're alone in this. Maybe you're the wicked dolphin in a sea of beautiful, morally upright sharks with no higher brain function to be capable of intentional cruelty. You think you are this on some cosmic scale, because your brains dipped halfway into another dimension of reality, while all the others still exist in just the three. 

Oh I found the bit abt the green!

When Sym announces that Sol has stopped wearing green, Sol's mothers face tightens, her eyes narrowed, Marz hms indignantly and puts a finger to her chin, Tangent cocks her head to the side and Anemone has no idea what this statement is supposed to evoke in her. Amidst the group of Sols closest friends, she feels stupid for not knowing the answer. Weren't they close once? Weren't they like brothers? It wasn't even so long ago that Anemone still felt close to Sol. She knew them where it mattered, she had thought. Sol, just like Anemone, meant to keep their colony safe at any cost. It wasn't so long ago that they stood side by side with their rifles drawn, watching each others backs. More than anything, the hurt inside Anemone was from the simple fact that she could not protect Sol from this now. Whatever this was. Was green a good sign or a bad one?

the idea being Sol -in line w stuff like insisting people call the xenos "animals" and reminding people that this planet is their home and not some hostile alien prison- very publicly expunges green from their wardrobe to further drive that same point: Vertumna is their home, not the Earth they never experienced. Against their mothers aggressive hostility toward the native plants, they shed what she has stubbornly held onto, they let it go and embrace what is around them. The things that wish to grow. Bit of a political performance piece to make the people around them think abt it. Which also unfortunately Flulu takes as a grave personal insult <3

This works in concert with the drabble of Sols self-exile to the sea, something predating that slightly, perhaps.

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heres a gushy one. solsym ofc.

Sol admits love is a terrifying concept. There is a fear that among their own kind, it will never be enough. Will they be able to finish their work, be capable of carrying out the work that must be done? How will it change them, them for whom the worst part is the change. The unknowable them, a variable they don't have an answer for. It makes their anxiety spike. They often think it is the wrong choice to love someone. To love Sym. Sym hums, quiet and contemplative for a moment, then murmurs 'I know how you feel." He has embraced all the same follies for Sol. Had to grapple with the same thoughts of how it changed who he was fundamentally, beginning with this body. "Sol, you are such a magnificent human being. I have never met anyone quite like you. When I am with you, it feels… Like I'm witnessing history. Just the movement of your hand captivates and stills my heart, for it might usher in something never before seen. You alone possess such a unique understanding of the vision. For all my fear of how you cloud my judgement, I am dazzled several magnitudes more by what you bring to my life. Be glad, my love, for I trust you implicitly. Do not fear change inside yourself. Think of yourself as an experience, not a hard defined point of identity. It is the truest name for it I have come to know in all of my time as Gardener. Come, experience it with me," he extends his hand to them, a gentle smile opening up his whole face as he looks to Sol with such utter devotion, it stops their brain in its tracks. As if in a daze, they reach forward and intertwine their fingers with his, only conscious of the sound of friction as their palms graze against each other. Only the physical sensations at the forefront of their brain, overwhelming the whole of their thoughts.

Also had this ol thing w Sol post saving Tammy n always trying to raise her confidence route.

Sometimes you think maybe Tammy knows something. Wrapped up in her sad unsure speeches there is an inkling of understanding. Does she know? Does she feel it too? On some smaller scale, but... Does she know she shouldn't be alive? You wonder if being saved by you changes them somehow. You spend your childhood talking more to the adults than to your own peers in an effort to deduce some sort of tell, a connection, wondering if you've made them "stuck" too. You think this is the most callous version of yourself. This burning question has hardened you to trivial experiences. To the simplicity of joy. Its just like Tagent said- You're in the swamp, calculating in your head once again if Vace is more useful to the colony alive or dead. You think you see him, here and there: Sym. It had hurt, but you'd stayed away for as long as you could. Tammy, you should have been fearless, you should have realized you had cheated death and nothing could ever touch you again. Not as long as Sol lived.

[roipecheur]

well tell us more about prize heifer 👀👀

Sladick omegaverse with reverse sexual dimorphism, aka giant omega Slade and pretty alpha Dick ♥♥♥

Featuring: Slade's pregnancy trauma, exploitation, and medical neglect courtesy of the US Army; Rose and Joey metaphorically crawling through glass to explain to their dad that "Dick is flirting with you because he likes you"; Dick in a discowing-themed tennis dress; Slade going from 0-100 real quick

Have a snip of a flashback scene:

In the end, Slade didn’t need any of it. The recruiter asked him to stand up again, and when Slade had, walked around him a slow, assessing circle. He stopped in front of him, tapping his chin in thought.

“You’re an omega variant?” the recruiter asked.

The directness surprised Slade a little, though the question itself didn’t. “Yes,” he said; that much was obvious in his size if not his scent.

“Not done growing yet either, I bet,” the recruiter murmured, the conjecture sounding half to himself.

If not for the man’s mild beta scent and the complete lack of arousal in his excitement, Slade might have mistaken his interest for attraction. As it was, the attention felt more like a judge at the county fair sizing up a prize heifer, something Slade’s classmates used to compare him to when they thought he couldn’t hear. Even that was more polite than the nasty whispers of breeding bitch.

Beginning to suspect he might not need to, Slade played his ace in the hole to see how it would land. “I haven’t had children yet, sir,” he said. “I reckon I’ll grow some more when I do.”

The recruiter’s face lit up like Christmas, and he rushed to get the paperwork, and Slade knew he’d never needed to worry. About his forgery, or his age, or the sickening outcome where they figured out who he really was and called his father.

He was an omega. The army was always going to want him.

[vulpine-spectacle]

YA'LL I WAS JUST PROMOTED AT MY JOB I AM LITERALLY MANAGING A WHOLE PROGRAM OF OUR COMPANY -

[cumulo-stratus]

anyone have any writing ideas for a spencer fic lol i rly want ideas

[dusty-pistol]

Writin dialog =]

Writin literally everythin else =[