So, I need help trying to put links on my tumblr. Kinda like how people do their masterlist, ao3, etc etc. Could anyone help me?
When I finish my Death and the Maiden/Phantom inspired book I'll know peace.
Writing Prompt: Inspirational Word
: to cause (someone) to do something by means of force or coercion : bully
: to use the entirety of or consume without sharing
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Is it just me or you feel homesick for a place that does not even exist but exists just not in reality but in the many pages of books I've read and in the many many dreams I've dreamt of?
That moment you wake up from a dream with a clear and more or less linear plot along the two protgs, their relationship development, a villain, two different cities + respectives cultures your brain has borrowed, and a friend group + dormitories/library, a cafe, a beach and a climate template. Also tragic backstory for both main charas (non related to anything to do with sex-gender). Also a feel of everything happening a century or two (at the most) in the future.
And you go to write everything down before you forget anything... And you realise, Protg A who was basically you avatar in your dream (but not me me just like I was following in close third person narrative that sometimes crossed to first, i guess) sometimes felt more like a woman and others more like a man. But not either really, just different inclinations. And it was totally cool with Protg B, who just vibed in the same brain frequency (no in the gender thing but more in the mutually understanding thing) and had gotten a second in command for their band of timetraveling uni rebels in like, two months.
No, I don’t know either. Like, Protg A sexuality is totally my proyection (grayro-asexual), and Protg B (aro-allopan) is like. My answer to “lol you thought it was an oblivious protg romance but really they good friends who comunicate and are negotiating a qpr in a context of possible poly” which. Relationship goals shameless proyection we can keep going on. (My brain almost got me with it, and when at the end of the dream they just hugged and talked it out I was like. OH NICE!)
But the gender thing is... Interesting. Keeping that for the future story. I’m totally cis but eh. Dreams are weird; once I had a dream about having sex (one of the of three I’ve had in my life) and then regretting it bcs it broke a friendship (it wasn’t romantic, either. more like very... companiable) and it was weird and like, I hated it and woke up very relieved it didn’t happen. That was, on retrospective, when I was seriously pseudo.questioning the ace thing for the first time and wondering if people really dreamt with sex, and I think my brain passive-agressive style answered with that dream. It also had an over complicated plot, this one just had more weird real life content, so no sharing.
I think it’s more that I want to try sometimes to wear more formal masculine clothes when going out, instead of only form fitting dresses or long skirts (which are my fckg cryptonite) or combine the two. More gender non conforming style than anything that felt trans-genderqueer. (I really like my body and gender, just. Being a woman should be secondary to being whatever else) But the afternoon before the night I dreamt this whole story I had been reading in passing about history of the aro and ace communities, and it crossed with bi-pan and trans history so it was in my mind.
When I put the dream into words and realised what Protg A gender was my reaction was; oh that’s new! I didn’t notice in the dream they changed so naturally! So down the story it goes. Either way, I have to read more and investigate and find some proofreaders if I want to do justice to Protg A and Protg B. Wish me luck xD
anyway, aside from my out of place feelings, sharon's fatws story doesn't really add up. if she wasn't actually dusted in the films like we were shown and her image was only up there because they had no clue where she was, why does sam claim to know that she's been on the run for all those years ?? how would someone who was wiped from existence the entire time suddenly know what the rest of the avengers had no scooby about the entirety of endgame. it just doesn't make sense to me.
a b b o t
Life is a balance between rest and movement.
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I often ruminate on the core of human unhappiness. It is a tiny voice existing within my brain that although faint, is nonetheless obstinate in nature. I envision the proliferation of this voice, taking its shape in the fontanelles of my developing cranium in infancy; lying dormant until my late teen years. Simmering beneath the surface prior to my first exposure to the concept of the human condition. Loneliness, fallibility, the inevitability of suffering. How it did, and still troubles me so.
I ponder on the emic of my conundrum, our lives which we refuse to relinquish despite being the one true source of our human misery. I think of how we paint over this misery, scribbling out our anguish in hopes of attainable contentment. Setting a threshold to achieve and conquer, only to realise that upon scrutinising the new layer of paint; the old layer still exists beneath. Imperceivable, perhaps, but still there even so. The more one looks at this paint, the more cognisant they will become to its substratum. The afterthought of finding meaning in mortality. I ponder on the etic, the external forces of this life that further cement us into our own discontentment. The human folly of failing to adapt to life’s contingencies, presented to us only by the world that humanity has painstakingly crafted itself. The material and conceptual items that keep us chained to living while also being the driving wind pushing us to surrender our mortality. Capital, working to live; living to work.
Despite this, the most consuming thought is my inability to come to terms with predestined human loneliness, the postulation that one will never be truly understood by another. No one hurts, or feels or experiences along with another. One does not endure another’s split lip or chipped tooth, or one’s heartache. Perhaps human empathy can only reach so far, or possibly sympathy can only be dressed up so much.
We are born as a singular entity into the world. Is it too heavy to question the ethics behind our existence into this place decided by two individuals based on their own selfish desires? Forced to find meaning and belonging in a world with prescribed mortality? I think maybe it is our own cognisance of our position in this existence that can answer such questions - no doubt subjective.
- claire grant
Hey MDZS fam...could anyone direct me to some sources that would help me believably name a spaceship that a family of Chinese descent would have as their home? (This isn't an MDZS AU, I'm working on something original)
To clarify...just having read some of the discussion of language and translation, I feel like something kind of punny but meaningful would be authentic, but I have zero command of the language
what prompt generators/blogs do you use for inspiration?
Hi, anon! So below isn’t an exhaustive list but these pop into my head first:
https://aroceu.com/generators/prompts (AU ideas)
https://otppromps.neocities.org/ (OTP ideas)
https://www.fantasynamegenerators.com/ (Various, favors fantasy genre)
http://chaoticshiny.com/index.php (Various, I think it’s geared towards DnD players but idk lol)
https://www.seventhsanctum.com/index.php (Random various)
https://donjon.bin.sh/ (Now this one I know is geared towards DnD players lol)
https://mythcreants.com/ (I love Myhtcreants because they include a strong social justice lens, also their advice is never that vague “follow your heart” bs)
https://writersedit.com/ (Another great blog for practical advice)
https://www.writersdigest.com/ (I truly think some of the free articles they put up are great)
https://www.youtube.com/c/HelloFutureMe/videos (Not a blog but his On Writing videos are pretty neat, I think)
https://writingwithcolor.tumblr.com/ (I think everyone of every background should check this blog more occasionally than not)
and in the same vein of writingwithcolor I really advocate for looking up essays/blogs/books/youtube channels of folks from communities you’re not a part of to get at least a temperature of what they want/what they’re sick of/topics you should tread carefully when handling.
Thanks for the ask! :)
gonna start an apocalypse rewatch soon so i will get the michael starters done asap
WIP Wednesday except it’s Friday
I had an idea for a Berena AU and ended up writing an outline of 13 chapters last night (except, as always, I have no idea how it’s going to end). I just finished writing the second chapter. Yep, they’re neighbours! And Bernie’s a Colonel instead of a Major.
“Who has had the audacity to annoy you, Colonel?” Serena called out, once again finding herself leaning against the fence, studying her neighbour.
“What? Oh, hi, Serena! No one except the roses who for some reason have collectively decided to cause trouble,” Bernie said, pushing her hands deep into the impossibly tight pockets of her jeans as she slowly sauntered over to Serena.
“What kind of trouble?” Serena asked as Bernie leant back against the fence just to the left of Serena so they were both facing Bernie’s garden.
“The leaves are more yellow than they are green which I’m fairly certain they are not supposed to be and I remember my grandmother’s roses having way more blossoms than these here,” Bernie grumbled in way Serena couldn’t help but find absolutely adorable.
“That is some very serious trouble indeed,” Serena said with a kind chuckle.
“Are you laughing at me, Campbell?” Bernie asked in faux outrage as she turned to Serena, eyes wide and brows furrowed but a smile tugging at the corners of her lips.
“A little bit, yes.”
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being alive is like: you want to go home. you don't know where home is. you want to go home. you don't know where home is. you want to go home. you haven't known for a long time. you want to go home but you don't know where you'd go. you want to go home you want to go home you want to go home
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Heaven on Earth
Heaven on EarthCan you get to that placewhere the onlynoise you hearis surrounding you likea warm cloak on acold, damp day?Then you are as closeto truly relaxed withyourself as you’ll ever be.Content in your own space.Not battered by the natteringof a thousand alien voices.No endless rising hisslike a full auditorium ofhaters are expressing their darkness.This is as close to heavenon earth as you…
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Request for resources: moving from fanfic to original fiction
I've exclusively written fanfiction, but I've got an idea in my head for an original novella.
Does anyone have any articles or threads they found helpful for learning to write original fiction?
I know there's lots of guides for new writers, but there's gotta be something out there tailored for fanfiction veterans. I know how to build a scene, but I'd like some advice on how to work in wordbuilding and character development when I'm used to readers who already know the world, and are already attached to the characters. Plus, I'm pretty sure there's a lot of trope habits I'm used to leaning on, that wouldn't translate to original fiction.
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i love reading comments on any fic, and i would love to read more and revel in yours.
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There’s certain songs that make me think of characters and I feel very inspired to write them