#i feel bad for not writing for Beginnings but i need to rethink that one and see how to organise the rest that’s to come

[fixa-ryeter]

1200 more words…

#mob psycho 100 #mob psycho #mp100 ageswap #age swap au #ageswap au #it’s my brothers fic #should i make a tag for my fic #or my art #i feel bad for not writing for Beginnings but i need to rethink that one and see how to organise the rest that’s to come #fanfiction

[sapphicvalentines]

☆Baby,the stars shine bright☆

pt2 ,pt1

inspired by the 'kamikaze girls',♡ always had unconditional love for lolita fashion and nothing else but when she met ellie,an auburn haired girl whos part of a gang with a dad's fashion sense ,her love for clothes begins to compete with her growing feelings for ellie.

strangers to friends to lovers,love-hate friendship,ellie is into reader♡ but reader♡ shows no interest (in the beginning),opposite aesthetics,early 2000s

fluff,wlw

wc: 2k

"Jesus Christ !" the girl exclaimed when you showed her a small room full of neatly piled clothes. White T-shirts, jerseys, tracksuits, jackets, and even shoes were spread out everywhere. The motorcycle girl's eyes lit up brighter than the room.

"all of this, and here I thought I would have leftovers," she said. Her authoritative demeanor instantly vanished when she chuckled, and she felt like she was entering the gates of heaven as she walked into the room.

You let her meticulously inspect the fake clothes one by one, trying to find what she had initially come for.

"Is this all yours?" She noticed your silence and assumed you were used to seeing this type of luxury compared to her.

"of course," you assured, trying not to seem suspicious at all. You didn't even know where your dad got these clothes, and the last thing you wanted was to lose your very first customer.

"bullshit, you stole it, right?" she responded. You couldn't tell if she was being sarcastic or genuinely upset. You couldn't see her smirk since her back was turned to you as she shuffled through the fake luxury clothes.

"well, if you don't plan on buy—"

"I'll take this," the motorcycle girl said, holding out a large black jacket that looked awfully similar to the one she was currently wearing, except it didn't have the golden writing of her gang.

But when you wanted to point that out, the auburn-haired girl had already taken 2000 bucks out of her wallet, eager to buy the jacket.

And then suddenly, guilt washed over you again, this time slightly worse than when you'd get money from your dad. "Actually, it only costs a thousand."

You had been pretty unfazed during this entire situation, but her next reaction left you surprised.

"only a thousand? Shut up, it's literally worth much more," the auburn-haired girl retorted, stepping closer to you, summoning her authoritative tone from earlier. You've never seen someone willing to overpay; this girl was truly something.

You looked at the two bills of 1000 bucks in her veiny hands before looking back at her face.

You didn't even know which thing was more questionable: the fact that she was carrying that amount of cash or that she was offended by the "under price."

The look of pure confusion in your eyes made her rethink.

"but if you're being for real..." ,she took back one bill of 1000 bucks before putting it in her pocket.

Though you were bad at reading people, you discovered she was definitely the type to act before thinking. It added to the list of common things she had with your dad.

Your eyes lingered on the 1000 bucks she gave you, and you thanked her gratefully, earning a smirk from the freckled-face girl. You had noticed her beautiful freckles from the moment she approached you; her green eyes perfectly contrasted with them, you secretly thought.

Having accomplished her side quest for the day, the auburn-haired girl shot a last glance at the room filled with clothes before following you to the front door.

The sweet scent of your perfume enveloped her, making her hum quietly. She hoped she didn't smell sweaty during the entire encounter.

Your first customer rode off on her motorcycle after carefully placing the bag carrying her jacket over the handlebar, looking joyful.

It was only when you watched her disappear in the dust as she drove far away that you realized you didn't even know her name.

"you should listen to yourself instead of listening to me."

"I still need your advice grandma."

A decade ago, your mother tried to convince you to live with her, insisting that her misbehavior didn't make her a bad person. With the mentality of a child and the limited free will you had, you decided to stay with your dad and your grandmother, who were rather laid-back. You were certain your closet wouldn't look the way it does now if you had unwillingly lived with your mom.

Thinking about your closet, the guilt you felt earlier was brutally replaced with regret. You wondered what you were thinking when you refused to take the two bills.

You ranted everything to your grandma, and she read you like an open book, from the letter to illegally selling fake luxury clothes. Hoping the wise old lady's words would reassure you, because the feeling of guilt had punished you enough, you were done with the mental anguish.

"you're so tense, sweetheart. Did you even bother drinking tea today?" the old lady asked. You confirmed you had in the morning. It didn't stop her from getting up from the couch to go to the kitchen, preparing for your evening tea time.

Shortly after filling your belly with warm black tea and mentally noting your grandma's words, you easily fell into a dreamless sleep, recharging your social battery.

With no dreams to stimulate your hyperfixation on deciphering hidden meanings, you were left with your grandma's words echoing throughout the morning: "darling, sometimes we make things harder than they need to be. Listen to your heart; it usually knows the way."

You reached the market, following the bright sun shining through the clouds, and quickly left after buying new tea bags. You hated buying things after they ran out. You liked feeling in control, but when you returned home, it was your grandmother who seemed out of control.

"ouch, I'm sorry!" the motorcycle girl kept apologizing in vain as your grandma pulled on her ear mercilessly.

What in the world was happening ?

You put your purse down, rushed to your grandma, and told her to stop hurting the auburn-haired girl.

Though you wondered why she had come back in the first place.

"It's the girl I told you about, my customer" you said, carefully prying your grandma's wrinkled hands away from the girl you hoped was innocent.

You were allergic to dog fur, so your grandma acted as a guardian whenever you left the house, and she took her job seriously.

The girl's ear was dark red!

Your grandmother approached your ear to whisper, "Sweetheart, did you see her jacket? She's part of a gang!" The motorcycle girl could totally hear your grandma's loud whisper; you were squinting your eyes as you felt her blowing so much air in your ear. She wasn't even whispering; she was creating a whole tornado in your eardrums. After convincing the old lady that she meant no harm, your grandma finally apologized.

"It's fine," the gangster lied, but she saw no point in arguing with someone who doesn't have all their head.

You opened your front door again, assuming the girl had come back for clothes. You let the poor girl enter before closing it behind you, leaving your grandma outside to go gardening.

"damn,she almost tore my ear off !"the gangster complained, touching her red ear.

"she's a little bit crazy, my bad," you replied empathetically, feeling bad for the motorcycle girl. "did you try to break in or something?"

You still wondered what happened before you arrived at the scene. The gangster read your expression and explained herself.

"why would I even—" Your assumption made the girl respond defensively. "I just drove here thinking you'd be here, but there was only your grandma, and she started to jump on me like I was a thief or something."

She had a tough appearance, but was it just superficial? You could only look at her like you look at the cover of a closed book; you couldn't read her.

The only thing you could do was apologize, but the motorcycle girl had another idea. She let go of her ear, which had become less red, and looked toward the direction where all your luxury clothes were secretly kept.

Didn't she get everything she wanted yesterday?

"maybe you could, you know... give me a free discount?" She didn't care to be bold; she just wanted to go straight to the point.

Words of apology meant nothing compared to actions.

"Is that what you came here for?" you asked, already imagining yourself going almost bankrupt like your dad.

There was no way she'd come all this way and let your grandma hurt her on purpose just so you could unfairly get her everything she wants, right?

The smirk on her face was full of malice; you already regretted riskily selling her fake luxury clothes.

The motorcycle girl reached into the same plastic bag you'd given her with the jacket she bought yesterday.

She was definitely going to threaten you with a gun or anything menacing!

"actually, no. I just put this in my washing machine, and when it came out, it had shrunk to the size of a kid," she sighed in disappointment, while you sighed in relief.

She took out the black jacket, which had been large before but was now poorly shortened.

Of course, those clothes were fake and too cheap to even withstand a good washing machine.

"maybe you should get shorter."

"my height is perfect, no thanks," she replied, following you behind. She noticed you were wearing a different frilly dress than yesterday, opting for blue and white colors like the weather of today.

Her eyes sparkled when you unlocked the room. It was as if you were unlocking a treasure chest.

She began shuffling through the clothes again, noticing there weren't any new ones, but it didn't stop her from searching through the vintage jackets your dad would wear.

you stood on the doorway hoping she didnt mean it when she wanted to get a free discount when she was literally willing to overpay yesterday

But the proud look on her face when she put on the same jacket over her black wife beater she bought yesterday made you feel hopeless.

"do I look... okay?" You advised her to take a jacket larger than the one she originally considered, so it would shrink to her size after washing.

"my grandma would definitely beat you up like this."

She took it as a 'yes',that comment made her smirk but she didnt smile refusing to break character. That is, until you brought up the letter.

"you know, you kind of write like a child," you said as you folded the extra-large jacket. She chuckled at that, fully aware of her handwriting.

"what do you mean? people say I write like a doctor," she replied, making you wheeze. She didn't appreciate you laughing AT her and quickly looked for a piece of paper nearby.

She spotted one on a piece of furniture, took out a pen from her pocket, scribbled something quickly, and handed it back to you.

"the bill I gave you yesterday is fake," you read, the quirky but neat letters confirming your suspicion that she wrote like an elementary schooler. You lifted your eyes to find her smirking, amused by how easily you'd been fooled.

Did she just scam you ?

After constantly telling her to leave, the gangster assured you she was just kidding and even gave you 2000 bucks for the jacket she had just bought. You were still annoyed by the joke the girl had pulled, but your annoyance turned to panic when you realized something.

When you took the bills the girl gave you, you realized you had lost your purse!

Your blue and white bow purse that you had brought to buy tea bags that morning.

At first, you were in denial. Maybe you just forgot to put it back in its place, in your closet. But then you remembered dropping it outside when you saw your grandma attacking the gangster. Panic set in when you rushed outside and didn't find it.

The worst part was that it didn't disappear alone. Without your grandma in sight to guard the house, it was evident that some wicked person had seized the chance to steal it!

Maybe things would have been different if you had let your grandma tear the girl's ear off...

#ellie fluff #ellie x fem reader #ellie tlou #ellie williams #ellie x reader #Spotify

[eighthday]

Review first season "Vigil"

I can't get rid of some thoughts when watching season one. Ep 1. Let's continue that what is shown to us on the screen has a second bottom. I know how the story ends, so I can rethink its beginning a little. When Amy runs away, is it not only a system of physical and mental support, but also a way to get away from problems? She has all the time in the world for reconciliation, but she is busy with the usual. Her work brings her back to reality. She needs an event that will stop her usual course of action.

It seems that the boss knows something about the two of them. Just look at his upset look)

And then Amy shows hope, fear, and uncertainty for a few seconds. And it's so layered. I hope none of the pens were damaged during the filming of these seconds)

I'd like to see Kirsten's reaction when the boss hands over Amy's request. Pain? Anger? Hope? Definitely love. For her, it's not only a duty, but also a desire to help and protect, so when Kirsten asks to give up the assignment, he still cares about Amy. She saw different sides of Amy. And she didn't refuse, harboring feelings for Amy months after the breakup.

I won't say that Amy is a bad hostess for Cat, but what would have happened if Kirsten hadn't agreed to stay in Amy's apartment? I'm worried about cat) And we find out that this is not the first time Kirsten has stayed like this with a cat. It's happened before.

They went somewhere together, they were somewhere, maybe someone knows about them, or it's just a reference to colleagues. They just didn't show us.

How good is this scene. Looking around, they look at each other. They look at each other as equals. After a stressful trip, Kirsten says something that can be interpreted ambiguously. This is a phrase not only for Amy's assignment, but also to describe their relationship. And maybe that's all for Amy to try.

Kirsten says "not now", but not later. Kirsten knows how to wait. Let's skip the moment when Amy is wearing a red suit, when she begins her journey deep into not only the depths of the sea, but also herself, and Kirsten has a green color that goes so well with red hair. It doesn't remind me of anything, I swear)

(Added)

Diving into the past begins not only for Amy, but also for Kirsten. Even the color palette of the scene is painted blue. Blue is the color of loss, loss, grief and loneliness. For Kirsten, this is a chance to reevaluate what happened, go through this path again and maybe come to another exit. Because blue is also wisdom, trust and loyalty. For me, their memories that will be shown to us work for the two of them. One lives this past when he writes, the other remembers when he reads, and vice versa. The life and investigation of one and the other depend on each other, on their common past, trust and attention to each other. And it's also interesting that Kirsten came home to Amy without a bag. Either she gets it out of the car after she looks around the house, or she left some things with Amy after they broke up.

We see the past coming back. And this past affects not only mental health, but also the course of the investigation. I like the idea that Amy's return to life is about creating a common language with Kirsten. Jokes, music, books, tea on the roof, cat, morse code and much more. And this is what will help her cope, only in the first episode she doesn't know about it yet)

Amy's knees are on Kristen's legs, and Kirsten is holding Amy's ankle.❤️ _____________________

English is not my first language, so any mistakes are mine) I love Amy and Kirsten and I'm looking forward to the season 2.

#vigil #rose leslie #suranne jones #amy silva #kirsten longacre #silvacre #amy x kirsten

[zablife]

Hello, Lee! I don't know If you already choose the character to write your fluff fic, but it's a little idea: reader/oc is a bit insecure and she doesn't know if her s/o truly loves her or not (It's a new relationship). Maybe because that day in particular her s/o was busy or tired and maybe was a little rude, but unintentionally! He could never, he loves her. But he was having a bad day. But she decided to say nothing. So, at night when they're in bed he starts talking in his sleep and he says something cute about her: I love you, I need you, idk something nice. And that's when she realises that he loves her ❤️.

No characters. Just something to help you in your fluff era 😅❤️.

I'm Listening

Tommy x reader (Fluff w/ a hint of smut)

"We have to rethink our strategy," you warned. "The Sabini family will be expecting an attack and that puts us all in danger."

"For fuck sake, that was because of your big mouth!" Tommy argued.

"Me? You're the one who angered Darby at the luncheon! Do you really think he'll trust you now?" you asked, huffing out a laugh.

Tommy slammed his hands onto the desk. "Yes, because I fucking say so, Y/n!" he yelled. You jumped at the volume of his voice as it echoed throughout the room. Your fiance could be forceful when he wanted to be and you had to know your place when he decided to assert his dominance. A hush fell over those seated at the table, seeing you both at odds and the meeting quickly adjourned.

Polly found you outside later, offering a smoke and a word of advice. "He knows you're right. Too bloody stubborn to say so," she said with a shake of her head. Softening her voice tenderly she added, "He loves you and he doesn't mean any of it."

"Of course," you muttered as you fumbled with your lighter. You tried to convince yourself of that fact as your driver chauffeured you home, but it was cold comfort.

Tommy didn't arrive in time for dinner. Instead, you ate in the kitchen alone and had a long hot soak in the tub. Then you slipped quietly into bed, hoping tomorrow would be better. Tossing and turning in your sleep, you reached out toward Tommy's empty side of the bed, wishing he would come home.

Then suddenly in the middle of the night, Tommy was there, sitting bolt upright. Panting for breath he called out, "Fuck...I...I dreamt you were gone."

"I'm right here," you said in confusion, sliding closer to rub his chest comfortingly.

"All the things I said today," he muttered, swallowing harshly.

"S'alright, Tom. You didn't mean it," you apologized for him.

He turned to face you, gripping your face between calloused palms. He shook his head earnestly. "I didn't, I swear it. You're my whole world. If I lost you..." he choked up, thinking of the dream he'd had moments before.

The tunnel had collapsed with you inside, buried in the dirt and mud he could practically feel caked to him now. He had called out to you saying he could go on without reinforcing the muddy walls when the supports around him began shaking precariously. His stubbornness keeping him from making his way to you up ahead. Why the fuck hadn't he listened? Tears pricked his eyes as he grasped your hand. "I never meant to lose you, you know," he confessed.

"You haven't lost me, Tom," you said, ducking your head to search his eyes. He was beginning to scare you.

"Good, because I always want you by my side," he said, eyes boring a hole into you.

"I believe you," you assured him, sensing his fright. You took his head into your lap and carded your fingers through his hair until you felt his breathing even out. There were times you knew he wanted to be a better man for you and that's why you stayed, to show Tommy how strong you could be together.

In the morning you woke tangled up in Tommy's arms, feeling his fingertips caress your skin. He smiled at you as he observed your hand resting over his hardening cock, eyes flicking to yours and you smirked back at him. "Someone's happy to see me this morning," you giggled. "Definitely not worried about Darby anymore I see."

"Oi, no more talk about him in the bedroom," Tommy warned playfully, his voice low and still rough with sleep.

As you began stroking him languidly beneath the sheet, you asked, "Going to tell me I have a big mouth again or shall I show you?"

"Cheeky, I like that," he replied as a laugh rumbled from deep within his chest.

Before you could slide down the bed, he caught your chin in his palm and tilted it up to look him in the eye. The flirtatiousness had dissipated and an apologetic look washed over him as he asked, "No more fighting, eh? I promise to listen to you more."

"I like the sound of that," you agreed, pushing yourself toward him for a tender kiss.

#Peaky Blinders fanfic #Peaky Blinders imagine #Tommy Shelby #Tommy Shelby x you #Tommy Shelby x reader #Tommy Shelby x y/n #☂️

[thecoffeelorian]

And now, for something slightly different...

Hello again, everyone...

...Okay, gang...before we get started here, there's something I think I need to confess here first.

I don't know how in the world I'm supposed to feel about this show any more.

I mean...in the beginning, I thought their arc was clear as a bell: start removing every single darned inhibitor chip they could find, start the evac efforts to an Outer Rim planet, and then start rebuilding new lives, the end.

Instead, it's turned into what looks like a never-ending negative feedback loop: don't lift a finger to rescue a certain person; get told to give a darn about said person by the child character; finally act on the child's orders...but then as a creepy consequence for giving a darn at all, the title squad/'family'(?) starts watching its members not rethink one side of an ideological/psychological divide and leave them; not give up completely on rescuing Troopers/join the Margaritaville Society and leave them; not remember that there are human weight-bearing birds on a certain mountain planet and leave them; finally agree to be caught by the Empire in order to locate Mount Tantiss and leave them...and oh yes, let's add a 'Will They Kill A Brother/Won't They Kill A Brother' game to the mix, if things weren't totally weird enough...I mean, all right, already.

If this show WASN'T about having all six title characters come back together as a true family on an asylum planet, what IS happening here?

How in the world am I expected to respond to repetitive, exhausting moments of disaster and family splintering when for three whole years, I was endlessly told that there was NO disaster, that this was the PERFECT family, that they would NEVER end up shedding members one by one, etc...and...everything that the big-name fans and fandom influencers said WOULDN'T happen IS, in fact, happening right this very minute.

In other words, the squad and family keeps on disintegrating a little bit more with each new season, and I'm left thinking the same thing a few of you must have thought at least once.

Why am I here?

Is it because I'm studying this series as a whole like a certain Chiss studies art, and searching for all of its strengths and weaknesses in order to better improve my own writing? Is it for the sake of wishing to learn how to draw better, and practicing the craft in the safety of something familiar? Or, am I instead becoming some manner of corporate counter-revolutionary, and taking up fanworks as my mode of protest against stories that revolve more around too-short moments of cuteness and horror, sometimes solely for shock value alone...?

I'm afraid I can't answer questions like these just yet, no, not even to myself. I can only read and write and pretty much grieve everything that these episodes/seasons were supposed to be...yet for Force knows what reason, keep getting relegated to the same few plot points over and over again while expecting different results. I can only hope that there's some eventual breakthrough to make it all worth it in the end, if only to rid myself of the thought that this could be the very first bit of Nihilist media in the fandom.

Anyway...*deep breath* Now that I've given you my two cents on this issue...let's get right to my picks of the week, which, thanks to the return of a very interesting sister, I'm unofficially titling this as:

THE DATHOMIR EDITION

The Bad Batch Fan Art

Captain Howzer by @thespianwtch.

She Is Mommy by @anko-art.

Star Wars Rebels Fan Art

Alexsandr Kallus by @ghosty-blues1.

The Bad Batch Fan Fiction

You know, brother by whiteaxolotl

Fight Like Brothers Do by AgentMaryMargaretSkitz

deprogramming by vicious_creature

Whatever Is Necessary by ChopSyndulla

Domiciles by Polyphonic_Garden

Star Wars Sapphic Week, Day 5--Sparring by @violetjedisylveon

Serpent's Kiss by mediumsweet

Not A Soldier by TigerTheSpahget

Star Wars Sequels Fanfiction

What We Do In The Resistance by AgentMaryMargaretSkitz

And now, I'd like to put in a small advertisement, if only to bring more attention to an up-and-coming artist: @ve-ti-ver has started up their own Patreon page, available at this link . So, if you'd like to support them, please feel free to visit their page.

Finally, yes, you probably all know the drill by now...but just in case you need a reminder, here we go: Please give this post a like and a reblog, so that we can pass this post around the Internet and back!

This Week's No Pressure Tags Go Out To: @sharpasanaro @bananasugarwarrior @lazyprofessorpursesalad @callsign-denmark @melymigo @yeehawgeek @littlefeatherr @anko-art @guppyfreedom @giraffedragon-universe @clonebrainrot @gun-roswell @omglisalithium @falconfeather23435 @uuurgh @simply92-me @skellymom @metalatl @dathomirdumpsterfire @kuraiummei @thedynamicworm @ur-pal-ari @advisorsnips @groguandthebadbatch @lee-lee-la @themightychipmunk42 @random-chaotic-bitch @wastingstarsss @flyiingsly @ilovemedia @talesfrommedinastation @swarovski-yoda and anyone else who might be interested in catching more fanart and fanfictions.

Thank you, good afternoon, good luck, and...

#random status update #the bad batch #star wars rebels #star wars sequels #captain howzer #asajj ventress #alexsandr kallus #tbb crosshair #tbb echo #tbb hunter #tbb omega #tbb tech #tbb wrecker #the bad batch fanart #the bad batch fanfiction #star wars rebels fanart #rey skywalker #rey of jakku #ben solo #finn star wars #poe dameron #tbb deke #tbb mox #tbb stak #ahsoka novel #miara larte #kaeden larte #nightsister merrin #fandom friday

[mdhwrites]

Sometimes it really does feel like The Owl House was explicitly designed for cartoon Twitter, down to its lackluster redemption arcs that make sure to scrub away all flaws of the characters quickly so that Twitter folks don't think they're "problematic."

So there's a lot to be said about TOH being fandom bait. The explicit call out to fanfiction early on, the coven system also being the school divisional system that theoretically should have led to more Hexide OCs but for a LOT of reasons didn't, and the fact that a lot of what the show seems to think is clever is stuff you'd find here on Tumblr or on Twitter. Hot takes about tropes like The Chosen One that doesn't actually think about the narrative role of those tropes and why they're tropes in the first place. Just that the idea of a trope is a bad thing. For the character arcs though... I don't know. I've talked admittedly about how much I hate posts that go "Look how far she's come!" while showing Amity from her first appearance and then like S3 Amity who's smiling like she's improved as a character. Changed? Sure but improved? That's... That's a much tougher cookie.

I think the lackluster arcs more have to do with two main elements of the writing (or more so the lack there of): Patience and complexity. Character arcs are incredibly hard to pull off right after all and much harder than character growth. The transformation of a character should be effectively a subplot if you're going to have them have a major shift in who they are. That way the change feels deserved, is understood by the audience and you got the proper drama out of who they were.

This requires a beginning, middle and end to most arcs. Zuko's for example has each volume cover effectively one of these stages. We get his beginning as an angry boy and we explore properly why he is while showing signs that maybe he could change. Book two pinballs back and forth on whether he will continue be an asshole or finally find peace like his uncle wants for him until the dramatic twist of him choosing to work with Azula. And finally we have a proper conclusion to him with his choice that being in the Fire Nation doesn't make him happy. This isn't the honor he wants, something that was always technically there but REALLY needed all this time explain why the character figured out that himself.

For The Collector, Amity and Hunter... TOH skips straight to the Azula betrayal. To the final mistake of the character before the rest of their arc makes them regret and rethink that decision and what they have done for that which they desire. This is why Amity is different than her first two appearances. Why Hunter and the Golden Guard are effectively two different characters. Why a season hop is all it takes for the Collector to not be a childish god but a god-like child.

This is from TOH's lack of patience. It likes its big moments but doesn't like the wandering. The moseying with an element to properly explore it. It's part of why the longer the series goes on, you have two options with how these character develop: It either nags at you the fact that their beginnings were discarded so quickly or you just forget that they had those beginnings at all.

I do want to shout out Lilith here who actually starts in her middle phase actually. Part of the strength of S1 is the question of if Lilith will or won't turn in Eda and that's part of what makes Agony of a Witch so good. It then sours because what happens afterwards sucks and makes little sense to who we saw in S1 but at least the middle IS there.

What about the beginning though? You'd think that be important and TOH agrees! Which is why its lack of complexity is the next problem for it in this: It needs to craft an excuse for the first appearance that also makes it so that the character can continue just being who they are supposed to be at the end of the arc/who they always were depending on how you want to look at it. This is why we get BACKSTORIES! Bad backstories. Backstories that simply blame it that bad behavior on someone else. It wasn't anything they internalized or the like so stop asking. That way you can say Amity was a good hearted child who had that heart clouded by her parents and then those clouds were shined away by Luz and that sounds like a fine enough arc because she was always a good person and so returning to that good person was easy. Hunter gets this the WORST. Theoretically, he should have some sort of theme of being his own person but... His excuse is that he's Caleb. Caleb was a good guy who was into witches so when Luz makes him question for a second, Hunter becomes the same. It's... Bad. Plain and simply.

This cuts out the middle. In a lot of trilogies, one might claim that cutting out the middle doesn't hurt much because not much needs to be resolved. You can't really do this with a character arc though. The middle is the questioning. It's when the character actually examines who they are and starts figuring out the answers that will lead them to wherever their arc is going. Effectively, the middle is the WHY for the arc. The beginning is the foundation and the end is the payoff but neither mean anything if there's no point to the arc and the middle is usually what actually provides that. For Zuko, it was his troop through the Earth Kingdom that taught him what his belief in honor was and fortified it before Ba Sing Se made him properly question that by bringing up the question of what brings someone honor with the tea house. In coming to accept that Iroh was also honorable for his serving of tea, Zuko was able to even open the door to other possibilities for regaining his honor than the biggest or the most obvious.

This is missing from pretty much all of the TOH characters... because it has to. It literally has to. TOH wants an excuse for the first introduction after all before transitioning them into simply the character they are. In that process, the old is discarded. It's like how Eda's history as a criminal becomes much more patchwork in S2 because she's now been replaced with Mama Eda. TOH has no interest in combining the two so it comes up less and less until S1 is ignored in Edge of the World so Eda doesn't trust Hooty to protect the house, despite OBVIOUSLY being capable of it back in S1, and she's nothing but a complete worrywart about effectively every threat posed against her children. There's a medium ground to be had there... But TOH just doesn't even try to explore it or acknowledge it.

Lilith, because she has the most of a middle, is the biggest victim here. S1 never brought up history. S1 never made her blatantly act like an idiot. You could see her enthusiasm in victory but she was okay with failure. She was by all accounts a very functional person who provided a good base for Eda's hijinks but that didn't make her the joke, it made Eda's pranks or teases the joke.

In S2, she IS the joke. She is desperate for attention... Because Belos is effectively her scapegoat. Or her mom. Or just wanting validation in general. I can sympathize with that as someone with Avoidant Personality Disorder... But the show doesn't earn that. Instead she just makes a hard, 90 degree pivot come S2 and doesn't look back.

These arcs don't function like this. Not unless you literally boil them down to "They were mad but now they're glad." Which hilariously enough, doesn't actually even apply to Zuko. Zuko learns to be calmer, but glad? Motherfucker LOSES IT right at the start of the finale and not only is it justified, it's in character still. Because Zuko has the complexity, and the story had the patience, so that when his arc ended, he was the same character we first met but better and with better morals. The Owl House simply can't say that.

#the owl house criticism #toh critical #Character Arcs

[subject-044]

Timeline of events - Band AU

I want to get the timeline straight in my own head AND have it written out somewhere as reference... so where better than where everyone can see it as well!!

So- things kick of with Richie in middle school

Richie's Mom falls into a coma, and Richie moves in with Paul

He has his emo phase, and Paul buys him his bass

At this time he also sees Lex and Ethan who are ~2 years older than him

We move onto highschool- Junior year

Richie befriends Lex and Ethan (reluctantly) and hangs out with Hannah

Near the end of Junior year, Richie meets Peter and Ruth, they all become friends

Richie stops hanging out with Lex and Ethan as much, but still meets with Hannah/comes over to babysit regularly

Highschool - anywhere between the end of Junior year and the beginning of Senior year.

Richie starts smoking

Lex and Ethan drop out

Highschool - beginning of Senior year

Ruth and Peter discover Richie can play the bass, the three 'decide' to start a band

ensue fucking around for a good 3/4 months

Highschool - Mid senior year

Steph befriends Peter! Which leads to her befriending the rest of the Nerds as well

A few weeks later, Steph catches Peter writing lyrics and has A Moment

Steph discovers the band and joins in! The band forms structure and starts to actually produce songs

Max spots Richie playing and develops his one-sided attraction towards Richie (Similar to his 'crush' on Grace, though Richie does not return any feelings other than fuck you, Max.)

Max lays off the Nerds and starts 'flirting' with Richie (still, fuck you, Max)

Steph "convinces" Richie to stop smoking

Highschool - End senior year

The band- Now named Witchwood Worms- produce an album. 'Hatchet Town'

Its fucking BANGER and Hatchetfield goes mad- though the identities of Witchwood Worms is not revealed

(Paul knows. Paul is very, very proud. Ted does not know. Paul wants to gloat so bad)

'Hatchet Town' songs are played during prom- which the Nerds are allowed to go to

and Max notices that it's Peter who is singing- Max approaches Peter, attempting to be nice and compliment him, but fucking up somehow. (Pete is also giving feelings of, fuck you, Max)

Steph knocks some sense into Max- He needs to back off and sort his shit out instead of picking on people and flirting with Richie (because she noticed that, Max. fuck you.). Max rethinks his life decisions

College years (~3-4 years?)

Our main three Nerds go separate ways, but keep in touch. They'll meet again in Hatchetfield after they graduate.

Steph and Max stay in Hatchetfield

Steph goes to the community college to study Music Production

Max rethinks his entire life, fully accepts being gay and starts going to therapy. Steph approves, and starts talking to him. Gives him a second chance, or whatever.

Richie stops smoking fully!

Post College

Our trio return, freshly graduated and little baby adults.

Peter and Steph have this gross reunion and everyone else just stands there like. gross. including Max.

Everyone (bar Steph and Max himself) goes OH SHIT MAX. FUCK YOU, MAX

Max apologises and starts working towards making it up to the trio

Witchwood Worms starts to officially produce music- mainly as a side-hobby while they follow their dreams in Hatchetfield.

It gets POPULAR, and becomes a semi-fulltime thing

Max will always be their #1 forever and ever

#npmd band au #nerdy prudes must die #npmd #richie lipschitz #max jagerman #peter spankoffski #ruth fleming #starkid #stephanie lauter #npmd au #michie #I guess? #Post college does eventually lead to Michie #but that is POST POST College

[solomons-poison]

i would like you to study satan under a microscope. what are your feelings on him and his character and ect.

I love the way this is worded lol

Oh boy I have a lot of feelings about Satan. He is one of my favorite characters tbh, for many reasons, and I am so so happy for how the writing has expanded on him in Obey Me Nightbringer. My thoughts are just a ramble so it's going under the cut ✂️

(Also at the time I'm posting this, I have made it to lesson 12 so there are spoilers about that marked in red)

So Satan's already one of my favorite types, a somewhat serious-seeming scholar who is quite a goofball when you least expect it. He earns points with me for being a cat lover, and he's such a romantic on top of that. I've had so many thoughts about him writing poetry for the one he loves, maybe even as a confession.

Comparing him from present-Satan versus past-Satan is really cool to me, I really love seeing the contrast of what he was like in the beginning to how we know him now, in the original Obey Me. Like changes in personality, speech, his views on the world and the people around him, everything.

Although it is partly comedic, Satan being practically a feral child is so important to me at this point in time in Obey Me Nightbringer. Even though he has been watching everything through Lucifer's eyes since in the Celestial Realm (which I love that detail, because then we know from that that Lucifer had issues with the Celestial Realm and Father long enough to bring Satan to life), he has had no chance to socialize and be brought up normally like the others.

All he knows is the rage that was delivered unto him by Lucifer, rage against humans (or more specifically anyone harming his family) and them dealing with the Fall. Not to mention, after leaving the Celestial Realm, now they all had to deal with the racism?? Prejudice???? Idk what to call it, but the people of the Devildom refusing to accept them and disrespecting them.

On top of that, he's now tethered to these almost unknown people, people that are seemingly already a family unit and he's just. Existing somewhere alongside it?? So he's doubly misplaced, not quite having a set place or category to exist in and feeling alienated. (I can't help but laugh at Lucifer putting a curse/spell on Satan so that he couldn't just run off, but eventually ended it because Satan would just growl at him the whole time 💀)

As I'm typing this, I've made it to lesson 12. I honestly wasn't sure how Satan would feel towards finding out MC is a human, as we didn't get a clear answer compared to some of the others. But I'm glad he acknowledges that, had MC confronted him directly about it and confessed, he would have gone into a rage, and the only thing that maybe saved them was the fact that he heard it secondhand.

But after considering the facts, that MC still tried to help and protect the brothers during their time as attendant, and (of course depending on your dialogue choices) mostly treated him pretty equally to the others, he needed to rethink how he felt. Satan realizes that MC being a human isn't automatically a bad thing, and that there's more to consider than that.

It's especially very sweet to me how he says that he will dedicate his time reading to researching the curse on MC and how to lift it, when previously, he was mostly focused on things for himself, simply learning and gathering knowledge, along with the occasional mischief in how to defeat Lucifer. It's such a difference seeing everyone so serious and how their separation from the Celestial Realm really seriously affected them.

I am very glad to see Satan start to be accepted by the brothers. Honestly the whole situation is just a lot to think about, and it's understandable why both parties were so discombobulated, suddenly having this new brother to learn about while Satan is dealing with his inherited rage. It's heartwarming to see the brothers acknowledge that Satan does have a space with them. He even gets along with Luke in lesson 12, albeit briefly, but it's interesting to see him learn to interact with someone more rationally and calmly lol.

I'm OK with everyone being a little more silly in the original Obey Me, as this is thousands(?) of years after the Fall and they've had the chance to grow into their sins and powers. But it's just nice to see how this sudden change affected them, and especially Satan who was born from such a traumatic and major event.

This feels like a lot of word vomit and probably doesn't make much sense, but tl;dr, I love Satan's character and I have a lot of feelings for him. I'm very interested to see his continued development from here

#obey me satan #obey me shall we date #obey me nightbringer #obey me nightbringer spoilers #˗ˏˋ꒰ minx replies ꒱

[funkymbtifiction]

Hi, Charity! I'm a high-Ne user (INFP or ENFP, not sure yet, probably ENFP tho) and I'm currently struggling with writing my book. I thought that since you are a Ne-dom author you could probably give me some advice :)

To summarize, I was thinking about horror fantasy novel set during the middle ages [..] When I first thought about the idea, I loved it. I could imagine the vibrant characters, the eerie atmosphere, the village, the forest and the creatures lurking in it. I had a very plain idea of I how I wanted it to look like, of how the bigger picture was, without thinking to much about the details of it. I just knew how the final product was supposed to look like, what "vibes" it should have. Therefore, I made up my mind to write it.

But, when I found myself actually writing it, it kind of dawned on me how hard it actaully was. I knew how this world was supposed to "look" like and it sounded good, but when it came down to actually crafting it, from scratch, it was a nightmare. I couldn't make up my mind on how to begin, I kept deleting and rephrasing sentences because I didn't like the sound of them or because I had another idea of how to write them and I struggled with the details (for example a scene, I knew how it should go down overall, but when it came to actually thinking about every single word, every single detail of the scenery, every single move of every single character, that's when it became frustrating). I just couldn't decide on what to write, how to write it and every time I thought that I finally got it right, I had a new idea of how this could be written and now I wanted to do it that way. I just couldn't let my work rest and felt the need to correct it constantly because I felt there was a "better way" to do it, an endless row of possibilities. And don't even get me started on how much research I needed to do about that period of time, the clothes, the status, the traditions, the social constructs, searching for names, building the personalities, outlining the storyline etc. It was very meticulous work and I soon became impatient, wanting to just finish it already. I wanted to just have the novel in front of me, written immpecably, without me having to put in the effort to do all that detailed and rigurous work.

I eventually lost interest. The thing with my mind is that it's filled with too many thoughts to count, each going with 20000 miles per hour. Whenever I find an interesting idea, that I want to explore in depth, it sparks something in me, like a fire, a strong emotion that I get, a pleasure that comes from daydreaming that fantasy. It was the same with this novel. I loved daydreaming about it and it ignited something in me, but when I started actually writing it and I got overwhelmed and frustrated by all those details, the fire was gone. Suddenly it became boring and tedious work, rather than something enjoyable and naturally, my thoughts began to wander again. Suddenly I had new ideas, ones that sparked my interest, and the old ones were forgotten. Now, the prospect of returning to my novel is appealing but at the same time not. Although I still like the idea, it's hard to stay focused on it and finish the project without getting carried away by other interesting book ideas or just daydreams in general. But I don't want to abandon it either.

My question is then, what advice do you have on how to finish my novel? How can I stick with it until the end and not abandon it in favour of other ideas that spark my momentarily interest? How can I not get bored by it if it gets to complicated? Also, what should I do so that I don't feel the need to rephrase, rewrite, rethink and change my mind about everything constantly? The thing is, I don't want to be fickle, move from one idea to another and at some point find myself in a sea of unfinished projects. That sucks.

Thank you for your time Charity and sorry if this is too long😅

I can relate. :P It takes me three or four months of false starts, bad characters, and plots that go nowhere to find my right idea, and then I speed-write several drafts and have to go back and streamline them, figure out what's not working and remove it, add details about the world and the culture, restructure sentences and fix bad writing, etc. There are days when I am doing editing and revision where I am so bored out of my mind with doing this scene AGAIN I want to quit... but my Fi/Te cares about completion, so I stick it out (sometimes while being an angry bitch to everyone I know) until it's done -- and then I breathe a sigh of relief and release it into the world and find a new project and start the process over again.

That being said -- it sounds like you would have more success aiming for completion, to build up your library of finished work and give you self-confidence. Start smaller. Instead of a novel, write a short story. The next time, write a longer short story. Move from there into a novella. It takes time and practice and experience to craft an entire novel and to know whether your idea can carry across 400 pages. One-shots and short stories are really good confidence-boosters, where you can capture the scenes most important to you (that inspired you), practice getting in solid character development within 10,000 words, and write a first draft in an afternoon or a couple of days. In the same way you wouldn't just jump in the deep end of a pool never having learned to swim, you can't just write a novel "well" without ever having done it before. Short stories will let you capture the idea while it's fresh, do not require tons of revision, and you can rapidly move on to another idea.

Beyond that, try to remember that your first draft is gonna be crap. If you are anything like me, you'll try and make it perfect -- but you will also go back later and keep absolutely none of your original writing. The scenes, dialogue, location, etc., will all change. What's important is to get writing done, to get your basic first draft, so you can celebrate with "finishing it" and then start more serious writing. I frequently teeter on the edge of a Si grip when doing too much editing because I over-fixate on perfection and every single line, but I keep reminding myself that no draft is final. It doesn't have to be perfect. Focusing on thinking about doing this 6 more times fills me with despair, but .... I just take it one chapter, one paragraph, one sentence, at a time.

I also write down other ideas I have during the process and keep them in a jar for later in case I need to find a new topic for a book (so far I've never used any of them), and I try and consciously only generate ideas for the current book I am working on by thinking about that in particular. I also narrow down good ideas vs. terrible ones by utilizing Te to ask "if I ran with this, what would it do to the rest of the plot? would it render these scenes unnecessary? does it contradict or change things so much that I'd have to restructure the entire beginning to accommodate it? if so, is it worth it? would that make a stronger narrative/villain/hero?" I leave everything in the air and explored for the messy first draft, then start narrowing down later, and often, the final draft (at least 6 rewrites later -- which is about 600,000 words total if you assume I wrote every single line over again, which sometimes happens) only marginally resembles the first draft.

Not everyone can do this, not everyone has the stick-to-it that drives me, and not everyone is a novelist. Writing a novel is, as you've discovered, hard work and ENFPs often underestimate the amount of details and time and effort involved and give up -- it's only when they really, really care about what they are doing that they stay committed (when Fi has been engaged) even when it's hard or dull.

#question #enfp #mbti #writing

[echantedtoon]

Everyone Wants A Brother Like You Part 7 Conclusion

(Hey everyone. I just wanted to thank everyone who read this far and liked my story enough to read it to it's end. I had a lot of fun writing it and it makes me happy knowing some people loved it enough to read it fully. If you liked this consider checking out my other works. Thanks to everyone for reading this, faving it, or leaving a nice comment. And thank you to Koyoharu Gotouge for creating such wonderful characters and giving me the opportunity to make this wonderful story.

EDIT: The ending is left pretty open for interpretation so you can decide if Nezuko does end up with one of the boys you prefer or if she doesn't.)

Nezuko was certainly expecting a lot of things from Tanjiro when she first approached him about this situation.

After some reassurance from Zenitsu and rethinking it over, she decided that it would actually be better to talk about this with him. For her own clear mind too. Nezuko still had some butterflies in her stomach  as she searched for her brother and found him outside the front of the mansion talking to Kanao and Giyuu. He looked absolutely happy to see her when she walked up to the trio and tapped him on the shoulder.

"Nezuko!"

"Tanjiro, do you have a minute? I need to talk to you about something."

"Sure! One minute."

With a quick good bye to the others, Tanjiro was pulled aside from his anxious sister.

"Are you alright?," he asked concerned, "You look worried about something."

She hesitated. "I have a problem but I'm not sure how you're going to take it."

That made his brows raise in concern. "Nezuko..If you're worried about something then you can tell me. You know you can talk to me about anything. I won't be mad I promise."

She inhaled before sighing. "Alright. D-Do you remember when Inosuke tackled me?"

She proceeded to explain everything to him. Inosuke's strange behaviors based on what someone told him. Senjuro's suggestions for marriage and his flustered state. Genya's own flustered state and the attempted bragging. Muichiro's whole marriage presentation. And...Well she didn't have to explain Zenitsu. She was sure he was just acting as he always did around her and not because of whatever suddenly came over the others. Tanjiro listened to her rambling on silently and surprisingly calm. His arms crossed and his face completely neutral. When she was done explaining everything he was silent for a long while . Nezuko was expecting a variety of things. Him getting mad at their friends. Him becoming overprotective all of a sudden. Maybe he wouldn't believe her and brush her off telling her she was overreacting. Shocked maybe. Or a mix of everything. But surprisingly he only sighed and nodded.

"Yeah. I was wondering when you'd notice."

Nezuko stared. "....Wait. YOU KNEW THE ENTIRE TIME?!"

Tanjiro held up his hands. "Not the entire time. Only since yesterday when Muichiro gave me a presentation on us becoming in-laws."

...oh.

She shook her head. "Well... You're not mad?"

"No. Not really. I mean I am surprised that everyone seems want to romance you.." he rubbed his neck. "But I can't really be mad at our friends can I? I mean none of them are really bad people. In fact they're all really good people just...I dunno I guess I was shocked when I talked to them all."

She blinked surprised. "You spoke to all of them?"

He nodded. "I had a feeling maybe Muichiro wasn't the only one. They all seemed embarrassed and when I asked why, they said something about wanting us to be brothers."

"At least that explains Inosuke."

He nodded. "Yeah. I told them I appreciated the thought and of course I already considered them all family but maybe they should've just asked me that from the beginning."

She blinked. "So...what do we do about this now?"

Again Tanjiro shrugged. "I'm not sure but I guess it's up to you if you want to have them court you? I'll support you in whatever you want, Nezuko! You deserve to be happy after everything!"

Nezuko blinked again before sighing. "I don't know what to do. I'm glad you're not angry but I need time to think about everything."

Tanjiro nodded. "I understand that but just know I'll support you in anything you decide." He pointed back behind him at Giyuu and Kanao still having a conversation. "In the meantime why not join us? We were going to get some rice cakes from the town nearby."

Nezuko smiled. "I'd like that a lot."

#Everyone Wants A Brother Like You #Kny #kny fanfic #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu gakuen #nezuko kny #zenitsu x nezuko #demon slayer nezuko #nezuko kamado #kamado nezuko #inosuke x nezuko #muichiro x nezuko #nezuko x genya #kny nezuko #kimetsu nezuko #tanjiro kimetsu no yaiba #zenitsu kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu zenitsu #inosuke hashiriba #demon slayer inosuke #inonezu #inosuke hashibira #tanjiro kamado #demon slayer tanjiro #tanjirou kamado #kamado tanjiro #tanjiro #kny tanjirou #senezu

[rainbowchewynuggets]

Update - re: Focus and Rags

So remember how I said I’d be working on my first original comic next, Rags, now that I’m done with TMA: Encore?

I haven’t actually worked on it in months. I’ve instead been hopping between other writing projects and working on a much less conceptually complicated video project.

And that makes me feel terrible. But the thing is, I’m not sure I should feel that way.

On this edition of I’m Having to Rethink the Way I Learned to Make Art and Am Posting About It to Organize My Thoughts and Maybe Help Someone Else, I’m gonna be considering the entire purpose of why I make art. Wheeee here we go.

POINT ONE: The Thing vs. the Making of the Thing

So I was raised to make art as an object, not an action. Any project needs to have a beginning, middle, and end, or else it’s a failure. I accepted that because people encouraged it. Having a finished piece that people would appreciate made me feel good. And I liked having a finished piece of art. The drive to see something sparkling and complete in my hands has pulled me through many a difficult spot in a project.

However, it was always framed to me as a business thing, extended as a self-worth thing. If you want to be an Artist, you have to produce art. You have to sell it effectively. It’s about proving that you deserve the role of making art in the first place. The second I started being “good” at art, people were telling me to cut out the “bad” pieces for my portfolio. And that’s awful. I can’t stand the fact that that’s something someone taught me before I turned ten.

And that’s what Rags is. Was. Is. I had a really low point a couple months ago where I never felt like I’d measure up in life if I didn’t start selling my art. Rags is a fully original idea with a finite scope that could be made into a book and sold, which might bring me closer to the role of Artist. The story and design of it are all tributes to things that I love emotionally and writing it brought me joy, but it was being made out of a fear of failure and inadequacy. That’s... also awful. Honestly. I don’t want to make art for that reason. I may never get to make art full-time or even part-time, but nobody can take away my role as Artist. That’s just not how it works.

Furthermore, I don’t think finishing things even why I make art. I make art because the act of making it does something for me. It’s interesting. It’s educational and a little bit spiritual. It’s a physical stim and meditation activity. Writing feels like a simultaneous act of building and solving a puzzle. Drawing, painting, and sculpting feels like a wild experiment with turning feelings into lines and shapes. Making art about bigger art may be a never-ending copyright firefight, but it helps me process why I like that art.

And therapy. Art’s a great opportunity for therapy. It is the only form of therapy that has ever helped me. Pouring my woes and flaws into the shoes of my characters and then having to research and conceptualize solutions for them to build their arcs is a kind of self-loving praxis that is slowly peeling back layers and layers of trauma and ignorance in me. I want to do it and share it with people forever.

In embracing this, I remembered that my childhood wasn’t all business anxiety. There was also this really cool person making the coolest videos I’d ever seen and giving it out for free on purpose. Her name’s Nina Paley. Go watch Sita Sings the Blues.

POINT TWO: Going in Circles

So having the object of art hasn’t turned out to be as valuable to me as doing the process of art. Which is why I can’t seem to finish anything. Which is because I rapidly switch between projects. “Rapidly” sometimes means spending months on something or an afternoon, it always depends.

This never happened to me as a kid, but it’s been a nonstop occurrence in my adult life. Maybe it’s just that I don’t have eight classes worth of homework to keep my ambitions down anymore, I don’t know. But I always felt bad about it. It’s the kind of thing the kids with ADHD in the seats next to me got yelled at for. And I should get yelled at, because it means I’m never going to get anything done.

Well, no. Because that’s not the point. And fuck them for yelling at people.

Also, I do get a lot done. I looked back at my personal website a few weeks ago and felt floored looking at all the little things I’ve made over the years. No big impressive monetizable comics, but a lot of cool ink drawings, some weird paintings, a big group project, and one music video that I literally still can’t believe I made. (Here’s a link to all that, if you wanna look at it, too.)

I through my docs and found so much fun writing that I’d given up on because I “failed” to finish it. So I went back to them, and now they’re a little bigger and even more beautiful than before.

I did all that amidst the circle-going. Because I’m not broken. That’s just how my brain works. Leaning into it works so, so, so much better than fighting it. I realized this while watching an anituber I like, Hazel, talking to her illustrator wife on a Q-n-A about how they get projects done (genuinely can’t remember which one, but here’s her channel). It turns out that they both cycle through projects like I do and have both made enormous and wonderful bodies of work (and careers) that way. I can’t tell you how good it felt to find that out.

POINT THREE: What now? / TL;DR

I’m gonna not latch onto big projects... declaratively anymore. I’m just gonna post updates to things I’m working on currently. If the thing I’m fixated on is a thing that’s already on the index, I might put a little flag to it so that people popping by can see what I’ve added to most recently.

But in short, I’m treating the blog as more of a living archive. I might even put up stuff from my website, too. If I make a poster, it’s a poster and not an announcement. I've always wanted to make trailers for big projects, but it would be better off interpreted as a stand-alone thing made for the sole joy of the art of a trailer. Dev art is dev art. Etcetera.

If I get something big all the way done someday, that’ll be icing, not the cake.

Right now, I’m working on an animatic entitled Chuncho, about Yma Sumac and birds and Peruvian festivals. Here’s some stuff from it:

I’m trying to get it done by mid-September (Yma’s birthday). But if I don’t, that’s okay.

As always thanks for reading,

Rainbow / Carlie

#update #focus and rags #rapid switching #lack of focus #chuncho #rags #rainbowchewynuggets

[sainamoonshine]

The whole thing about Sudowrite is like…

get out of here with your “but you already posted your work for free on ao3, why are you mad that an AI is using it without asking?” bad faith takes.

Posting fanfics on ao3 is like bringing a dish to the neighbourhood potluck. I know what to expect there, everyone is nice and polite, and if they like my dish they can ask for the recipe or take some leftovers home or whatever. There are implied, understood social rules that the entire community understands and follows.

The fucking AI is like entering my kitchen at 2 am to find out some asshole decided to follow me home and is eating the leftovers with their fucking hands. Not only that, but they’ve been doing it for a while and stealing my ingredients and bringing them to Greta from two streets over. That’s why all of her dishes are too sweet because she’s been using MY maple syrup without knowing how to properly pair it up with other flavours or anything. I made that maple syrup myself, I know it’s a grade B from late in the season and not a grade A, so I would never put it on pancakes and I’m also adjusting the amount from what the recipe says. Greta doesn’t know any of that, she doesn’t even know where maple syrup comes from!

These two situations are nothing alike! And just because I agreed to bring the free food to the potluck, it doesn’t mean that I agreed for some automated system to take it without asking behind my back!

Some things I’ve heard people say and my bitchy answers behind the cut, as well as actual ~professional writer~ advice because I felt bad about being bitchy:

“Oh but you would have talked someone through the recipe if they asked, so why are you pissed that the robot reverse-engineered the ingredients and gave them to other people???”

The. Robot. Did. Not. Ask.

But also it’s just fucking ridiculous to think that an AI can just sample a bunch of finished stories and extract turns of phrases and stylistic elements or what have you from them and offer them up to another writer as if they have any value outside of their context. It would be like tasting turmeric in a dish and then telling the next person that turmeric is the great solution to fix their flavour profile when you’re missing the part where I also added black pepper and the exact timing of when to add both of these things for full effect. Knowing about metaphors — or worse! Being suggested a metaphor by a software that doesn’t even know what your story is about and what themes are relevant — is not the same as actually knowing when and how to use the goddamn thing.

“Why are you so angry, just let other people have their ~process”

This sudowrite thing is both unethical (stole my stuff to train it’s dataset), fucking rude (stole my stuff to train it’s dataset) and a tacky, amateurish crutch that will harm those writers who use it in the long run. This process of yours is bad and you should feel bad. Asking an AI to help you generate a story won’t help you learn how to write one — and worse, it will actively teach you bad habits that will impede your ability to write creatively in the future.

“Oh but it’s just to fluff up a couple of sentences”

If those sentences aren’t important enough to merit your full attention then don’t include them in the novel to begin with. The best thing you can learn as a writer is that sometimes, if the words for a scene won’t come, it’s because you need to rethink the scene. Or not include it at all! Tolkien hit Bilbo on the head and made him miss an entire battle, and it worked a lot better for the ~themes and tone~ of the book than if he had witnessed said battle. If you just say “he took the train” instead of describing the entire ride, it’s fine. You don’t need to ask a robot to describe the train for you.

“Oh but I have a story in mind, except that I can’t write very well, so I need extra help. Not everyone is a good writer!”

It’s called hiring a ghostwriter. It’s one of the unspoken foundations of publishing. Look it up. There is no shame in doing it and it’s been done for so long and for so many people that there is an entire structure already in place around the practice. Which means it’s easy to find out how to do it, how much to pay and how to handle crediting (or not, depending on contracts) your writing help. Also these people are goddamn professionals and you will have a much better end result than if you just cobbled a story together piecemeal via a talking robot.

“Oh but I just want something to help me brainstorm, I’m not using it for actual writing, or if I do I’ll rewrite a lot of it. It’s fiiiine!”

Find a beta. Join a writer’s group. Do a manuscript swap. Sorry about the required social aspect of these things but seriously. It will do so much good to your creativity and inspiration if you just talk to another human being about your craft. They can offer suggestions about what you actually WANT to write, not just what you have written so far.

“Oh but I have writer’s block”

We all do. You’re not special.

I don’t have any actual advice on this one because my usual advice is to stop thinking of writing stories as some ~sacred unknowable feat of creativity and inspiration~ and realize that it’s just a craft, and like any craft you can practice and learn to do it pretty reliably.

To go back to my earlier cooking metaphor: some days you don’t have the mental energy or ~*inspiration*~ to make a really fancy meal for dinner. But you still gotta eat. The moment you learn which boring but easy and functional recipes you can make on those days instead or giving up and ordering in, that’s the day you can really say you became serious about being a home cook. (Disabilities notwhistanding etc this is a metaphor).

Similarly, you become a ‘real’ writer when you learn that you can still do writer shit even if you’re not ~*inspired*~, like working on outlines or making a bullet point list of what should go in a chapter so you can come back later or even take a break or create marketing material. Writing is an art, yeah, but it’s also a skill. Some days you’re gonna bang out 500 really boring words without a single hint of divine inspiration and that’s just a thing you gotta learn to deal with.

But in this case I’m not sure if the advice applies because if the fictional person I’m talking to is using an AI software to combat writer’s block, then they probably have already achieved the cynicism required to apply my anti-creative block method of “put aside the naive idea that creativity is a talent and realize it’s just unglamorous work.” So yeah I got nothing ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

“It’s just a more advanced version of autocorrect, chill out”

Autocorrect sucks. It’s only good for changing ‘fuck’ to ‘duck’ and making funny screenshots.

#sudowrites #sudowrite #ai writing is bad and you should feel bad #long post sorry not sorry #some actual decent writing advice under the cut you should check it out

[prose-for-hire]

What btvs characters need in a s/o:

Request: I'm not sure if this is the sort of thing you would write but I was wondering if you'd do preferences/hc's about what you think some btvs characters would want/need in an s/o maybe with the core four + angel and spike?

Requested by: Anon

(Buffy, Willow, Xander, Giles, Angel, Spike, Cordy and Faith) 

Buffy:

- She would need someone dependable

- Someone she could trust would always be there

- No questions asked

-  Trust in general, someone she could be herself around

-  Slayer and all

-  She would need someone that could back her up

- Understand the she needed her space at times

- Just to mull things over in her head

- Contemplate her future

- And whatever big bad is in her way of a happy one with you

- But could be super affectionate when the mood strikes

Willow:

- Someone that could ground her

- She gets emotional and has an addictive personality

- So would need someone around that understood but could be there as a support

- They would need to be fun and silly

-  A little goofy maybe to match her humour

- Someone interested in witchcraft isn’t required but it would be more fun for her

- She would be happy to teach small spells if they took an interest

- She would want someone that made her feel special

- Like she wasn’t alone

- Because she can feel it a lot

- When the scoobies aren’t around or they’ve fallen out

- She would need someone that wasn’t caught up in it

- That made her feel strong even without the others

Xander:

- He would definitely need someone who was good at communication

- Because he struggles with it

- So he would need to be able to lean on a s/o and learn to talk through the way he felt

- He’d need someone that can cut through the humour he can use to mask his feelings

- But also someone that knows when to have fun and just laugh

-  He would need someone with a sense of humour

- That he wouldn’t have to question whether they were into him or not

- They would need to be supportive, not just when he became successful but from the beginning

- To have loved him then and later on

- He would need someone that could pull his foot out of his mouth in awkward situations too

-  and cover for him/explain to him why what he said needed a bit of a rethink

 Giles:

- Would need someone that he could dote on

- But could also handle themselves if it came down to it

-  He worries, and so that little peace of mind is important

- He would love to have someone that he could match mind and soul with

- That he could curl up with, have meaningful debates and conversations with

- That could ground him

-  Calm him, if that infamous ripper part of him started to show

- Be able to adapt to anything

-  Being a watcher means being put in constant danger

-  So you would have to have each other’s backs

- Always

- Share morals and beliefs but are happy to have a debate if you don’t see eye to eye

- Without being it turning into an argument

 Angel:

- Would definitely need a s/o that would understand his long silences

-  Someone that would be there, by his side

- That could gently encourage him to open up

- Not push him into it

- Because he always feels like a burden as it is

- He would need someone to come home to after a long night

- Slaying or working at the firm

- That he could rely on

- He’s a romantic, but it can be subtle at times

- Someone that could compliment his energy would be good

- Understand him but help him learn unlife is not all about duty

- Someone that he could have long discussions with

- dote on

- I think he would like the idea of being a ‘protector’ of a s/o

- But it would definitely make him worry if they were human

 Spike:

- He would need to have someone that he could trust

- To not leave him

- Even if his jealousy or mood got the better of him

- He would have to feel incredibly secure

- Someone who could give him soft assurances

- Be there for him both physically and emotionally

- Allow him to be himself and to be themselves around him

- Comfortable and honest

- But they can’t be boring or give him a hard time constantly

- Otherwise he may lose interest

- But when he’s in love, he’s all in, all of the time

- so someone that could match this would be great

-  physical affection is a must

Cordy:

- Someone that listened to her

- Without belittling or patronising

- Or writing her off as ‘some airhead’

- She had a lot of interesting and well thought out things to say

- And she would need someone that could appreciate this

- And match her energy about her interests

- Just as she would for them

- She has a lot of love to give and would need someone that likes gifts

- Giving and receiving

- Physical affection and flowers just because

- It will make her melt

- She needs someone that isn’t afraid of vulnerability

- But if they are, then they would need to be willing to work on it

 Faith:

- Reassurance

-  She would never ask, but it would mean the world if you gave it her

- She would need someone that was in her corner

- Even if she was the one in the wrong

- Someone that could prove to her that unconditional love exists

- Because she insists love is bullshit

- But a very small part of her hopes that one day she will be proved wrong

- She doesn’t like pda or anything like that

- But she would need someone that could be very soft and loving

- When they were alone

- Someone that could remind her that kindness and love was real

- And for her to be able to relax in their presence

- Not have to put up a front

#Buffy summers #Xander Harris #Willow Rosenberg #Spike btvs #Angel btvs #Rupert Giles #Cordelia Chase #Faith Lehane #btvs imagine #Buffy The Vampire Slayer #buffy the vampire slayer imagines #btvs x you #btvs #preferences #btvs preferences #btvs headcanon #btvs hc #Headcanon #hc

[sea-owl]

The level of wrath Portia is gonna unleash once she finds out her daughter got kidnapped is gonna be so good and I WONDER who's gonna calm her down amd help her grasp on this new reality of Pen's independence and come to terms and rethink her choices and support as a mother? I mean it would be nice that a fellow mother *side eyes Violet* can help her move on and embrace her child's independence and choices no?

Is it bad that Portia's wrath is probably gonna be one of my favorite upcoming parts to write? It's gonna even be better when you realize per the myth Portia isn't gonna know that her daughter was kidnapped for weeks, or that her daughter is not even on the mortal plain. Then she learns others knew about it but just let her wander looking for her daughter. There will be no calming her down until the 6 month deal is made.

After, oh yeah, she's defiantly going to need the mom squad of Violet and Mary to help her cope with her empty nest syndrome. She'll probably be pushing Violet away at first because it was her son that kidnapped her daughter in the first place and then her other sons, the King of the Gods and the King of the Earth Court, did nothing during a very traumatic time for her until she forced their hands with-

Wait a minute. *rereads the ask*

Anon, are you trying to ask for Portia x Violet? Portia and Violet becoming closer as Violet helps Portia move past her trauma of losing her daughter and helping her accept the role Penelope has willingly taken on, but Portia pushes her away at the beginning because in a way she felt betrayed by Violet. They're working on moving forward but uh oh, we developed feelings.

#I wasn't even thinking about portia x violet when i started writing this #my focus was on polin with a few platonic relationslhip and then kathony and benophie as possible side/extension pairings #spring's rebirth #bridgerton #portia featherington #violet bridgerton #portia x violet #violet x portia

[theprocrastinatingnovel]

The Weekly Writing Update #10

10.08.22

I have no idea what to even write for this update.

I chose to step back from the plot chart yesterday and try writing chapter one, because that's the one that needs the most work right now. The other chapters I had finished were laid out in detail, but chapter one was only a few ideas because I always struggle with the beginning. I don't know how to start my book.

Anyway, trying to work on chapter one made me spiral and I started rethinking the entire plot and it got so bad I just gave up and went to bed. Since I woke up, the plot doesn't feel so bad anymore and I've stopped spiraling, it's just chapter one still thats bothering me the most.

So if anyone has any advice I would love to hear it. Because I'm kinda at the end of my rope here.

#🍊 #the weekly writing update #writerblr #original writing #writing #writers community #first draft #wip #the prince the prodigy & the seeing eye

[jerzwriter]

Hi. first I just want to say that all the writers in this fandom are so so amazing. I wish I could do what you all do. You guys are so talented. Which brings me to my question. When you have an idea for a series, do you think of the whole story first? Do you know how it’s going to end before releasing the first chapter? Do you have everything planned? Do you start and see where everything goes? Have you ever change the direction of the story in the middle of it? I'm sorry I'm just amazed by it

Hey Nonny - thanks for the ask. :)

First, thank you so much. I truly appreciate the kind words. Fanfic writers do it for the love of it - or at least they should. I think when it gets away from that, that's where a lot of the trouble begins to brew. But the encouragement we get from people like you really helps sustain us, especially when we feel like giving up. So thank you!

It's so odd that you ask this today because I was discussing series writing with another creator earlier today. I almost wonder if the Choices fandom, the OH fandom, in particular, is best suited for series these days, and it has me rethinking my approach.

I think it's best to have the story complete, maybe not written out, but just the direction it will take, prior to starting and definitely prior to posting the first part. In general, I stay true to what I intended at the beginning. The one big exception was Delaying the Inevitable, where I had a big change of heart. That was one of those times when the story began writing itself a bit, and not in a bad way. It was the first time I learned that sometimes you have to let the characters speak to you.

The series I have open now, I know all their endings, and they won't change... it's just taking the words from my head to the page. It's sometimes more challenging than it appears.

In this format, I never felt the need to have the work complete before posting, I think it can go along, but... I'm sort of rethinking that too. Several factors play against that in "this economy" (our dwindling fandom). People are hesitant to engage with a series for fear they won't complete it, however, people also tend to lose interest if the next part isn't up fast.

I really think the majority of the readers left prefer smaller, more loosely tied pieces... but I could be wrong. I would love to know YOUR thoughts on series from a reader's perspective. Please feel free to share! :)

#wrting things #fanfic #asks #asks answered