#fun to try and replicate even if I can't put it into words

[compacflt]

When it comes to historical research, do you research for things that DON'T exist? For example, foods that are common now but didn't exist in the average American restaurant or grocery in the '80s or '90's? Words, phrases, and entire concepts that are commonly accepted today but unheard of to the average American when Mav and Ice were at Top Gun?

Your writing is so unbelievably good.

not really because I don't care about food, I care about the literary device that is "taking communion." i.e. it doesn't matter what they eat, it only matters that they're eating together, for the plot.

And, okay, showing my little-kid bias, but was there actually stuff in grocery stores in the 80s/90s that wouldn't be there today/vice versa? brands might change, like okay Pringles might not exist but you still have potato chips; and obviously specialty stuff like what you find in your average Asian market might not be commonplace, but, like, were the 90s all that different from today, American-food-wise? its my assumption that they weren't, but I also wasn't alive in the 90s, so. Um, ectocooler Hi-C, maybe? that's the one 90s food I know.

attitudes of course are what change. today's concept of being so QUICK to publicly label sexual identities would be extremely foreign, for instance. obviously people did label their sexualities in the 80s & 90s, people were definitely calling themselves bisexual and such, but probably not the people ice & mav would be hanging out with, in the Reagan-era navy. which is what my fics are about. that's the whole point.

and, also, COMMUNICATION changes. I have never used a payphone in my whole life so I actually have no idea how they work. but they were ubiquitous "back then," and lend themselves to amazingly interesting conflict (omg I don't have enough change to call my boyfriend maverick who's mad at me!!!) which is why I lean on payphones so much in my writing. honestly, im gonna be real, the invention of the cell phone makes telling stories about miscommunication so much harder. instant-speed communication would make certain stories less interesting, which is why a lot of horror movies default to the "no cell service" trope to isolate their characters, or why some teen dramas have the characters reject cell phones on principle (Alyssa or James having a phone in 2017's "The End of the F***ing World" would solve most of their problems, which is why Alyssa smashes hers in the first five minutes and James basically says he views them as a cancer to society--if they had phones the story would be boring, so the writers took away their phones).

I also feel like people used to treat society differently "back then," i.e. Going Out was much more of a thing when there were 10 channels on TV and no one had cell phones, so you Went Out and had drinks & met strangers & interacted with general society to an extent im not sure we do anymore. So that experience is way more fun to write about in the 80s than today. (u can't see me but im seething with jealousy over ppl who were born in ~1965)

idk. im not sure I did a great job reproducing the zeitgeist of the 80s/90s in my fics, bc I wasn't there to have knowledge of what they were like. I got most of my presupposed knowledge about that time period from reading Calvin & Hobbes anthologies as a kid. oh well.

#I actively avoid talking about the aids crisis as much as I can for instance #that is certainly A Can of Worms. #a massive omission in my fics to be sure. but... not one I want to touch. #these characters would be judgmental and homophobic about it I fear. #btw I stole a bunch of stuff from teotfw for my fics #Carole asking ice if he actually wants maverick or if he just goes along with things is directly ripped from s1e02 #favorite tv show of all time #top gun #edts notes #from Calvin and Hobbes I gather most people in the 80s were obsessed with hostess snacks like Twinkies etc. #and dieting consisted of chainsmoking cigs on the front porch #bloom county was also a truly informative comic strip re: my 1980s cultural education #just the way characters like opus/Steve/binkley talk for instance #people in the 80s just talk different from the way they do now #fun to try and replicate even if I can't put it into words #my god I love bloom county #my birthday is tmr I will finally be old enough to legally drink in the US 😋 #thank u for the ask 🥺

[kairiscorner]

felt inspired by laufey's songs (might do a series on these if they're any good)

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

when you can't keep your promise

summary: he fills his lonely nights with a magnum bottle of some wine whose name he can't even pronounce right, with a whole pack of marlboro cigarettes he finishes in a few hours; and he ends every night with you as his final thought before he's out cold and has to live another day tomorrow. another day without you. and it kills him every day when he realizes he's forgetting what you feel like, what you sound like, what warmth you have that's like none other when you sleep together.

word count: 1,309

click, click, click.

he couldn't stop himself from playing with the lighter's mechanism, the cap was too much fun to not flick around with; though he had every chance to ignite a small flame, keep his finger down on the button and watch as the gas spews out of the lighter and prolongs the flame's life, and maybe... do a few worse things than light a cigarette in this small motel room he got. the floor was carpeted, it was a red velvet shade that became a dark cherrywood as the burgundy wine he bought from a local bodega spilled onto the carpeted floors; staining it ceaselessly as the half-empty magnum bottle he bought for himself lay on its side as its contents poured out, pooling onto the floor and creating a growing puddle that multiplied in size as the bottle was emptied of all that it had. he felt over his left hand, his scarred and scratched at hand that endured many sufferings, too much chaos, and... moments of affection that were too fleeting for him to even recollect the feeling of being in those moments. he ran over his knuckles, which were reddened and swollen, what with having decorated the bland, olive green walls of the room with a brand new spanking hole in it that exposed the plain concrete as the dried paint was punched off. he took in a brief, sharp breath as he felt over them; but nothing could ever replicate their touch, no matter how much he ran his fingers over his knuckles, you still were never there.

you couldn't be.

you could never be.

i made a promise to distance myself.

"so..." you uttered in a monotonous voice, your eyes unmoving from the papers that lay strewn in front of you on the coffee table. you sat with your hands on your lap, your lips thinned as you pursed your lips inward; trying to conceal the quiver in your lips, which would give away the sheer weakness you fell victim to when he came home and gave way to the very thing you feared. that he'd divorce you. he'd choose his responsibility as spider man over you, he'd choose the safety of the city, of the world--of the universe--over you.

it's always everything over you, because without everything... where would you be?

"what do you plan to do now?" you asked with a slight crack in your voice, trying to hide the shudder crawling up out of your throat, to conceal the shakiness in your tone. you tried your hardest to remain strong and fortified, even if deep inside, you wanted to cry into the pillows of your couch, scream at him, curse at him for wasting all your efforts into loving him; but then cursing at yourself for knowing you didn't need to put any effort into loving him.

you loved him so much you'd give him your whole life, and you'd do it again and again and again, in every universe.

took a flight, through aurora skies.

peter didn't look your way when he answered, he stared off into a corner in the room, as if the answer to all this confusion, melancholy, and suffering that he's put you through makes any sense. as if the sense of this whole situation was right here, in the living room, but just... doesn't.

"i'll be... i'll be living with aunt may again." he responded in a raspy voice, a sign he'd been smoking again, and in more intense intervals. he scratched his forehead lightly, and as you looked up at him--in search of a meaningful response to a question you had that was on top of a mountain of other questions--you noticed the white of his eyes were tinted red. they were nearly bloodshot, and the bottom of his eyelids were dark, with circles accentuating their roundness; peter hadn't slept a wink last night, and of course, he didn't for the past few days, but you didn't need to know that. you nodded, not exactly in agreement, what was there to agree about? you certainly weren't happy about all this, you weren't the least bit happy when he came over to collect his things and hand back the rest of the house you two bought together back to you. it all just...

"it's surreal."

peter glances over at you with his reddened eyes, seeing how puffed up and wet yours look. your nose was twitching, you looked as if you were about to sob a whole flood of your tears until your head ached again, but you didn't want to give peter that satisfaction. like hell you'd cry for him. you took in a shaky breath as you continued. "last year, you went on and on about filling our house with happy memories. building this house from scratch like we did, getting a dog after building the doghouse that's now good for firewood--filling our days with laughter and happiness with two kids of our own..." you went on, not feeling the trickling of a tear from the sob you were trying your damn hardest to choke back. peter sighed as you reminded him of that delusional vision you two shared, those dreams you both worked hard to make a reality, only to have the only reality you two live come crumbling down on both of you. "it is." he replied as he took off his glasses, tears welling up in his eyes that he blinked away. he placed his glasses back on and lightly shook his head as he headed for the door.

honestly, i didn't think about how we didn't say goodbye.

"but those were all delusions of grandeur."

"...i hope you're happy, peter."

and that was the last thing he could remember from this afternoon. they were all lies.

he wasn't staying with aunt may, he was at a dingy motel in who knows where. he was here, wasting his lungs away at his third cigarette box, and wasting thirty dollars worth of that red grape wine whose flavor he abhorred. it tasted salty, actually.

his tears made it all the more unbearable to drink when they mingled together, when he finally let his tears roll down his cheeks and coat his lips.

just see you very soon.

it hurts to be something.

he choked on the burning tobacco that coated his lungs, his breath was getting more and more ragged. he had never smoked this much in his life, not even when uncle benjamin passed. you were his world, his universe--his everything--and then, you were gone.

the worst part was that it was of his own doing.

he didn't want to vandalize this place any more than he already has, the lovely hole he planted would be a constant reminder to him for as long as he decided to mope here and sulk about his regrettable decision that he let go of you. and had he lived a life where he didn't need to let go of all the things nearest and dearest to his heart, he'd've stayed with you forever. he'd've held you forever, kissed you all over forever, never leave a single patch of your body undiscovered and unloved.

"i'd spend eternity with you. if i just wasn't... if things just... just weren't..."

he choked out those unfinished thoughts as he threw himself on the bed, an ache permeating in his chest as he felt the downpour of sobs come raining down on the sheets. he cried, screamed, and wept into those sheets--as though the sheets were the only ones who could ever comprehend his sorrow, could provide him some ease, some comfort, past his horrible, horrible decision of letting you go to protect you.

you once made him feel like he had everything.

you were his everything. and now,

it's worse to be nothing without you.

a/n: tbh this felt kinda rushed, so i'm sorry if it also feels that way for you TT but i hoped y'all enjoyed this, maybe while crying :' ))

tags !! @thecoolerdor @miguelswifey04 @sabcandoit @binibinileonara @k4tsu3 @luvstarrstruck @connors-cumslurper @maxoloqy @fictarian

#spider noir #spider noir x reader #spider noir x you #spider noir x y/n #spider noir angst #atsv #atsv x reader #atsv x you #atsv x y/n #atsv angst #atsv imagines #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman into the spiderverse #itsv angst

[jacksprostate]

Was just wondering how you manage to replicate palahniuk’s style so well and also obviously write his characters?

Love your blog btw!

There's a few things that go into it!

Firstly, I have the advantage of, according to my friends, before I read any of his stuff my style was already kind of Chuck adjacent. I tend to be very rhythmic in my writing, I do like to have little repetitions, I like fun descriptions — similar to how he focuses on things reading aloud well, and favoring offbeat descriptions, his little ritual words, etc. That's my biggest secret, I just already wrote pretty close to it without knowing, so I didn't have a whole lot to change. Similar dog learning new tricks sort of deal. That said, there IS stuff I actively think about, especially with regard to character voice:

There's some things I'd call window dressing — minor changes that make it more recognizable. This would be things such as: the narrator does not get put in quotes, slips into 2nd person, using a rhythm where the dialogue tag goes in front (generally Tyler says, blah, not blah, Tyler says). That also makes it feel more active and present. I also like to outright include the occasional line from the book as a referential repetition, or a spoof on a line, I think that's the fun of fanfiction. But if those lines stand out glaringly it can be a sign you either need to change your style or maybe you're just trying to stick it somewhere it doesn't belong.

There's some bigger things: sentence variation is another thing I've invested pretty heavily in on my own and something I highly recommend any writer get in the habit of, but in trying to match his character voice I do consciously feel for when something is getting too long, specifically. The key with Chuck is he can have long sentences, but they're made out of short ideas. Long sentences often become grammatically incorrect as they're separate ideas jammed together for rhythm and sense.

He also shies away from adjectives; I kind of ignore this because I love a good adjective, but I've learned from it by making sure each one is impactful in its own way. Avoid superfluousness, keep things moving. He also shies away from stereotypical descriptions, I enjoyed building my confidence making weird ones. It's something I'm keeping going forward.

Another thing with his style is he loves fun facts. Fortunately I also love fun facts. To do those you have to keep it relevant, symbolic/metaphorical, purposeful, and simple. You can totally get complex, but only using simple building blocks. It's not to show everyone you know something, it's to build a little cliff to push the narrator off of. People don't need the detailed rockwork.

He often has little... almost like an aside? The narrator will ramble or think about something else for a little bit before getting back to the present. That shaky hold on the Now contrasts with how action focused everything is and allows moments of rest even if its still action.

As for character voice, the narrator; by following the above, you can get most of it, and then remembering his general view of the world to keep things in theme. He shouldn't be happy. He should have a lot of surpressed rage. Etc. Good character writing starts with a good understanding of the character, and that's real important for whoever your pov is. Always important to check if stuff passes the "he wouldn't fucking say that" test. When I have dialogue for him, it's almost an extension of his thoughts. I mentally read it to myself with the dull affect Ed Norton used for the movie monologue, really that shit was perfect. I usually can't keep a voice in my head like that but that one... yeah.

Tyler on the other hand I have to be pretty conscious about, sometimes I'll go back through the book and read some of his lines. He tends to be very direct. Very rarely uses names, it's tempting to use psycho boy or ikea boy all the time but it's the devil speaking. Tyler is direct, always serious even when he's laughing, his statements are not mitigated at all, if he is saying a pet name it is for its own impact not to soften any sort of statement. Rhythmically I find this directness difficult sometimes, but the 'Tyler says' dialogue tag makes it feel like a religious call and response on the narrators part and serves to soften things — but have that be the narrator's perspective and choice, not Tyler's. It's pretty heavily repeated in the book. Tyler also requires a "He would not fucking say that" test and I think I've gotten better at his dialogue over time (ex: retroactively, Tyler's dialogue in my psychoactive fish story s u c k s. I mean, it works, but I didn't really have a strong grasp on him at the time and while the actions sound like him, the words and delivery don't. Now though I think my snippets and the dildo fic are pretty strong!) A lot of it is just practice and tuning your ear. Reference the original material and try to dissect it.

Hope this makes sense :) if there's anything specific where you're like "how'd you write that" I can try to answer. Glad you enjoy my blog!

#asks #my writing #tagging because it's adjacent ig #not actually writing though

[fourseasonsfigs]

Wolf Warriors - Bunny Ears

I'm not actually even going to mention how long it took me to try to replicate the Youku SHL "livecast" interview selfies with bunny ears that Gong Jun and Zhang Zhehan took. I'll just say it took me a very long time to do a poor replica, but I was laughing the entire time!

The picture I was trying to replicate was of course this delightful one:

With the zoom in on the selfie:

The bunny ear filter is cute on both Junjun and Zhehan, but the real winner, to me, is the bunny ears that the filter decided to put on Zhou Zishu in the background. Nothing like Zhou Shouling in his finest assassin wear...with bunny ears.

I think I know how to replicate it, now that I've spent all this time on it! But I'll have to go back and do it later, when I'm in need of some more entertainment. My husband doesn't even ask anymore why I'm manically giggling to myself at my computer, just like he doesn't ask anymore when I'm over here muttering, cuuuuuuute...

Aww I just now noticed Junjun's little dimple. Cuuuuuute!

Here they are actually taking the selfies. In these pics, Zhehan is wearing his blue outfit from the actual livestream on March 2, 2021, but the fig maker has him wearing his black suit outfit from the earlier February 23, 2021 pre-recorded "livestream". Junjun is wearing the same red Wen Kexing color both times.

You can watch the English subbed (pre-recorded) livestream here: Part One and Part Two. I highly recommend it - it's just delightful. If you want to watch the follow up livestream, it's also here: Part One and Part Two. Also a ton of fun!

You know it was wonderful because a fig maker was inspired by them. I was so delighted when I saw this set put up for sale - they're just so lighthearted and cute.

However, when the set arrived at my door, I opened the little sealed pouches to find my poor Zhehan had lost one of his bunny ears! That's no good!

Luckily though, it was a super easy fix. It was less that it broke and more that it just fell out - there wasn't any damage to the ear or his sweet little head. You can see the little hole in the head there. I put some glue in, and then just slid it the ear back in. Easy.

And here we have them. They are so cute! Junjun has an adorable little case on his phone, and a big happy smile. Zhehan is playing it cool with an enigmatic little Mona Lisa smile.

Please check out Junjun's phone case! If you scroll back up to the very top, with the first picture, you'll see a great pic of his phone case, googly eyes and all. I love the attention to detail on these figs. Their little hand gestures are so funny and cute here, I can't stand it.

I love sitting figs - something about tiny figures being even tinier or something, I don't know. These are pretty large figs actually, but the fig maker modeled them delightfully.

I should note though that my Junjun is back heavy - I don't know if the slightly larger head off-balances him or what, but he can't sit up on his own. I actually fixed him to my counter with a little bit of museum putty to get him to sit up straight for these pics. The number of times he has toppled over backwards and hit his head on my counter isn't worth talking about, but it stresses me out every time!

Zhehan sits up perfectly. If he was sitting on a table and I bumped the table, I feel pretty confident he'd stay sitting up, he's that well balanced.

The hair modeling here is great. They both had way shorter hair than I like either one of them to have, but the fig maker made it super spiky (in different ways) and cute.

This is definitely a fig post where I overuse the word "cute" (it's actually been a while!?! am I falling down on my game?), but I just find these two adorable.

You can Zhehan's silver bracelet here on his left wrist. Hmm, I don't think I gave you a good picture of his jewelry. Here you go:

Of course this one you can't see his silver bracelet all that clearly, but you can see his rings, necklaces, and guitar pin. You even get a blurry bonus of Gong Jun's beautiful hands.

And we're back around! I switched Junjun to the other side for this pic, just so you could get a different look.

The bottom-up pics are even cuter when they're sitting figs! Actually, this is a good time to note how clean these figs are - no overspray anywhere, and just nice clean sharp lines overall.

And the top down, which gives us a nice look at Zhehan's very spiky hair, and Junjun's slightly less so.

Alright, you're in for a surprise! Please note how these figs are sitting, legs pointing straight ahead. Do you see how their heads are now turned in towards each other? That's right! These figs have heads that rotate to the right and the left. (I swapped the fig positions around again, because I didn't like them looking away from each other!)

Interestingly enough, Junjun balances OK when his head is turned. Not super stably or anything, but he can actually sit up unassisted, which is pretty amazing given how much he fell over before.

Ok, this is them back in their livestream positions, with their heads turned towards each other. Pretty fun, isn't it? The fact that their heads can turn means I can have them take actual selfies, that look like this!

Cuuuuuute. I love them! I took like ten "selfies" of them from all different angles, it was so fun. They're just so charming!

Funnily enough, these are not the only figs I have that are from this exact same livecast that can turn their heads. I have 2 out of 2 fig sets that can do this, and they happen to be for the same event. The set on the left is Wolf Warriors - Big Hands Small Hands. Look how different the styles are - all four heads are turned here. I love it!

I will note the fig maker did a much better job on the background for the box card than I did for my post header, but they did not include Zhou Zishu's bunny ears!

And our red and black box to match their outfits. I remember when the fig maker was putting out a teaser post for this set - it was just the red and black colors.

Material: PVC

Fig Count: 399 (ooh, getting close to the big 4-0-0!)

Scene Count: 27

Rating: Cuuuuuute!

[link back to Master Fig Index for more posts]

#junzhe #word of honor promotional period #word of honor livestream #word of honor merch #word of honor #gong jun #zhang zhehan #figthusiast

[hiro-doodlez]

How to draw in my art style:

1. Put on kikuo

2. Stare at colors you think work well together and try to replicate them

Also 2. Color as close to the colors you want, and if you're in procreate, use curves and color balance stuff to adjust the colors more to your liking

3.lose your mind as you slowly realize that someday you might have to work a 9-5 if your art doesn't take off

4. Take a shower and cry underneath the water as you sing sad songs under your breath that you forgot the words to so you end up going "umm blahalasbak sob sob oh yay chorus time"

5. Go back to your art and then transfer that slight feeling of insanity and sadness into if

6. Use an overlay layer as shadows :D put blues and purples in those shadows, then on the lighter side use yellows and pinks

7. Find random texture brushes and experiment with those

8. Realize holy shit I have to pee

9. Get distracted for 3 hours straight

10. Try to draw again but your cat is now sitting in your chair so I guess you can't draw anymore

11. Throw your cat to assert dominance

12. Use some kind of hard light or vivid light layer or something and then take saturated colors and SCRIBBLE EVERYWHERE

13. Have fun, take a couple drinks of water and make sure that Kikuo music is still playing so the drawing is the most amount of crazy

14. Get curious about what the Kikuo lyrics are about, look it up, and then have to sit in your chair thinking "why the hell was I dancing to that holy shit."

15. Think about those lyrics and, I quote, "what the hell" while scribbling more (make sure youre having fun"

16. Make sure the lineart is still visible. If not, just redo it with a dark saturated purple on multiply

17. Realize you forgot to flip the canvas. flip it, and have a mental breakdown

18. Reconsider why you even are trying to do art in the first place

19. Fix it up. Oh wow that looks better good for you

20. Post it online and then get positive feedback and go >:D

21. Realize holy shit I forgot to fix that and then spin in circles in a spinny chair until you start to feel sick

22. Get distracted for the rest of the day

AND THATS MY SECRET GUYS!!! I HOPE THIS HELPS YOU GUYS MAKE SILLIER ART!! MAKE SURE TO PUT YOUR EMOTIONS INTO THE DRAWING AND GO CRAZY!!!

[casgape]

honestly my take on 2x03 isn't so much that it's Dean choosing Sam over John, it's Dean choosing between Sam as John & Worse John. Cause like, Sam is arguing on behalf of monster personhood (a topic he repeatedly is ambivalent about due to the fact that spn can't question its premises effectively), but I think another aspect of that is like. If John were alive, John would've checked out the case - the cattle mutilation would be concerning as a potential demonic omen. But if nothing else was demonic, I think he'd see hunting vampires (which he thinks are extinct) as a distraction from the real mission, regardless of whether or not he thinks they deserve to die or not. Like yeah, Dean & Gordon are set up as parallels, and in the context of John's last words, that makes sense, but I don't think it's just that?

Sam effectively winds up functioning as his brother's conscience - which Dean thanks him for. While still saying that John did the best he could. So, while monster personhood is maybe part of Sam's motivation here, I do think another part of it is that Sam is a good tactician. Going after vampires who aren't doing anything is a waste of time.

But anyway, he's very obviously leashing Dean against his worst impulses. But, I don't buy it as a mutual obsession thing, I think that Sam sees Dean fucking losing it and is just putting him in a conservatorship for his own good. Sam isn't consciously thinking, how do I control Dean today, he's just, taking control for his own good (the same way he learned from his father).

And, doing that also neatly buys him some autonomy that he can't get otherwise, because yeah he might want to get away from Dean/his family, but the events of season 1 reinforce that even if he runs, he can't ever really stay away without endangering people he cares about, and random people he's never met. Determining when and who he should be siccing Dean on is a power he's never gotten to have before, and I think that would be motivating for someone who's always been controlled. And he doesn't even have to do the hard work of unlearning the deathcult propaganda either, he just gives it a newer, kinder face.

On top of that, I think Sam wants to escape the deathcult and take his brother with him, in the way that many abused children want to protect others in their family. But as for many abused children, his sense of normal is extremely skewed. Even if he had more contact with the outside world, that's only 4 years. And he is still the one making excuses for and justifying John's behavior in that episode. I don't think he's consciously aware of any of this stuff because that would imply that he processed it and was able to name how fucked up their worldview is. I think Sam can point to the obvious stuff (melting silver into bullets, child neglect) and say "that's bad", but the stuff around who/what counts as a person, what you should endure to not be worthy of execution, etc I don't think Sam ever really unpacks over the course of the series really (thinking of Jack), but I think it also means that even in the early seasons, replicating some aspects of John's relationship with Dean could be something he sees as a good thing.

I just think it's fun when Sam is a walking contradiction - compelled to try to gain autonomy/power whenever he can, and unable to truly leave his family dynamics behind. And, attempting to see monster personhood as something real, and still ultimately failing, due to the nature of the deathcult.

#salmon dean #spn.txt

[breathplayed]

12 - do you ever have trouble focusing on writing? how do you get around that? 

I need tips! xD

YES i have severe adhd it's been real fun trying to function in a society

what i do (some tips are replicable maybe some r not lol):

write when i Want to.... ofc this urge doesnt always strike, sometimes u do have to go force urself through a block, but i will listen to a fic playlist or daydream about the fic and it will make me Want to write down what im thinking about. having that actual desire helps lol. bc then, even if my brain is having trouble focusing My Heart/Dick still want to write so im more likely to keep pushing instead of give up

borderline sensory deprivation honestly, i can't listen to music or watch tv or anything when i write or read or think, so i blast white noise in my headphones and get completely sucked into the doc lol

i make a separate desktop on macbook that is just two windows, the fic outline on the left and the doc or writing program on the right. that way if i go to open a tab to google something for the fic i dont see other windows/tabs of Fun Stuff i was doing before that might distract me lol

i use the Forest extension with all social media blacklisted so that when my attention wanders and i open a tab to go to twitter or whatever by muscle memory, the extension puts me back in my place with the big "Ur gonna kill ur tree if u proceed" screen and im like "UUUGGHHHH thats right im supposed to be writing FIINEEE ill go back"

know when and how to give up..... sometimes writing rly isnt working but it's still good to try, if the words arent coming out right i try to settle for like. ok well i'll open the outline and i'll read over that, or reread earlier part of fic, to see if it reinspires me. if its really not working (if ur too tired/frustrated that will show in the writing style ukno) ill at least add bullet points of what the next parts of the scene should be. maybe i dont feel like writing fancy pretty sentences right now, but i can come back tomorrow and see the quick idea i jotted down on what i was thinking of doing next and that gives me a good jumping-off point

it helps to have external accountability!!!! write with a friend holding each other to a certain time period of Working on it, or just open a sprint site that has a global sprint bc then u can see other ppl working and it feels like ur racing them. body doubling with adhd helps with this too, if u go to a cafe/library and see others working it keeps u focused (like im not gonna open youtube and start watching some stupid shit with others able to see over my shoulder, im gonna Open My Doc)

this last point is only applicable if u have a stimulants prescription for adhd (or buy it somewhere i guess lol) but i definitely am 20-1000x more productive when i take my meds. the hyperfocus is way easier to kick into. sometimes when i pop my silly lil pill i can write like 4-7k average in a 3 hour sitting

Best of luck... Never give up........ also helps i think to pay attention to what conditions work for u and replicate them, like where u write best!! last summer i got one of them fancy clicky raised key keyboards + a riser for my laptop and that made typing fun, ill probably return to it eventually i just have it packed away atm

#ask game #writing tag

[aria0fgold]

Do you have any advice for writing a fanfic and/or writing in general?

Just write it! Worry about editing later. Take your time with it and to not compare your writing with anyone!

One thing I had to unlearn in my system is the constant need to edit the stuff I write while still writing it. You won't get anywhere if you kept doing that and end up frustrating yourself more.

Just keep writing it even if it ends up a jumbled mess, if there's a scene you don't know how it'll turn out yet just put stuff like this: (scene at a building with cracks on the wall, debris here and there. describe it later) and move onto the next parts!

If the scene is just dialogue then keep at that and just write another reminder! Like this: (character a is frustrated at character b. add that indicator later)

It's a first draft for a reason so let yourself be as messy as possible with it and polish it afterwards!

Taking your time with it cuz writing has no time limit at all, especially if you're a new writer. If you keep thinking about invisible deadlines, you'll end up stressing yourself and burning yourself out of writing, which will just make you not write in general.

Annnd the last one is something that helped me a lot to break outta my slump back then. Whenever you read a book or fanfic, you fall in love with the author's writing and think: I want to write like that. Just like with an artist's art and go: I want to draw like that.

In a way, if you're just starting out, you subconciously try to replicate that. But just like in any forms of creative expression. Writing has its style as well and every writer has their own style. It isn't noticeable at first cuz how can there be style when it's all just words and text?

Pick up a book, and pick another from a different author but the same genre. You'll start to see their own style in the way they form their paragraphs, in a way they show the emotion of the scene, one author may like to repeat words for emphasis while the other may only do it once but the impact of the scene stayed with you.

So don't replicate anyone's writing style.

Cuz everyone is unique and no matter what happens, what you write will always turn out differently than what other people write. Finding your own style in writing is as much of a journey as an artist finding their own art style so don't stress too much if you can't find your own yet! It's all about trial and error, and about appealing to yourself the most. So don't think about the audience, think about what YOU want.

If you write like this, will you like it? If you like it, then there will surely be people that like it as well. Will you hate it? If you hate it, there will always be people that likes it anyway. But doing what you hate is never a good thing. So might as well do what you love and have fun with it!

Oh! Also also, nearly forgot. Play around with perspectives. If you got stuck at a certain scene, switch the perspective to another character present or to a narrator to figure out how you want to incorporate certain details to what your current character can perceive. Or you can also just have multiple character perspectives in the story, just remember to show an indicator for the readers! (Like: Character A's Perspective at the very top of the chapter, or make it so that the monologue's 'voice' is different than the previous one)

#arianswer #anon #ohgod im the worst person to ask for advice #im a beginner-ish fanfic writer but i did get to learn buncha stuff despite it so hoping that can help you too! #also in the perspective part #that applies with stuff like: first person. 2nd person. 3rd person. #play around with it and find one that you like the most! #frankly i was a 1st person writer before i started doing fanfics where i switched to 3rd person #1st person was hard for me cuz how do indicator actions? my mc gonna sound like an insane person noticing the smallest of details #i still wanna try 1st person tho so im gonna get back to that in the future #so if one pov doesnt work out. do a different one and just experiment! #if nothing works out. rest! take a break! then try again later

[realhankmccoy]

I'm not into confident people who love themselves. It's all been done to death, and hearing them blather on unironically (even nietzsche, the idiot trickster rightist's phlosopher, kept it interesting and clever with some ironic praise of himself) just because Trump said this is how it's done:

self love

confidence

dominance

attacking leftists / blacks / women / gays and giving all benefit of all doubt to the right

delusionally hoping they will all eventually come to heel if you never apologise, everyone is a cheap and disposable pez dispenser for the self to ingest

rigidity

violent rhetoric

narrowness

talking tough

fake manliness that comes across as campy

and other boundless tiresome stupidities really takes all the fun out of america. it's like everyone is the same person because nobody had the courage to try anything other than lunge for one of Trump's brass rings.

anyhow, these people are now a dime for not even a dozen -- like a dime for 200 million -- cheap stuff that i don't want to put up with, as it would be like babysitting some of the worst spoiled brats with no capacity for anything other than the inevitable Trumpian abuse and Trumpian digestion of others that Trump proclaimed to be the lay of the land. ‘Ride the Trumpercoaster’ is how america rolls and if you don’t like it or want your money back, america says ‘you couldn’t handle me’.

what i'm on the lookout for ... and it won't be easy to find is

(pajamas grade) self loathing

(pajamas grade) self-doubt — by pajamas grade, I just mean some Hobbiton or Star Wars or Mirabel or Aladdin stuff

nurturing

attacking the right and giving all benefit of the doubt to the left

always apologise right away and treasure the people in your life and assure them that they're not to be cut loose as soon as you spy a shinier person or selfisher goal or self-righteous notion

flexibility

gentle rhetoric

broadness

talking silken

femininity -- oh, guys who can cook, who can soothe, who can love and be loyal, who can give instead of take... who can pamper instead of 'need to be pampered as they wildly fart and shit'... who can actually handle what a woman can handle... those skills in the body of a man what i wouldn't give for one... now, idiots like the Trump 5 are so dumb and stuck in conservative views on gender (men equal penis spurting out, woman equal black hole... ) like the simp version of camille paglia's strongest conservatisms... which they bureaucratically reinforce whenever they rub their two tiny peapods up in the hollow space called their skull together... just sort of unwittingly replicating what Billy Graham dun thunk -- that they prob even can't see any of those things as something men are fit to do -- but apparently they've never experienced a place called Realituh long enough to know who the world's chefs and massage therapists and psychologists are -- you know, men -- men, the thing the Trump 5 have no clue about due to lack of getting out of the house and having serious conversations with a range of grown adults.

in other words, i guess i'm looking for myself, only a softer and gentler version, broader in range

hmm. well, that was informative. i guess while i avoided becoming akin to trump, unlike all these idiots eager to saddle up with the orders coming from on high -- in fighting trumpism, i have somewhat succumbed to idiot nietzsche's aphorism:

"Beware that, when fighting monsters, you yourself do not become a monster... for when you gaze long into the abyss. The abyss gazes also into you."

obviously there's a huge difference between me and trump's cucks, but just as a hobbit in lord of the rings is not the softest or gentlest creature in the world when wielding a sword and a shield, you see... and having to throw on that damn ring for invisibility

so, i mean, idiot nietzsche was 33% right, you know, which is better than 0% accuracy... and there are probably others who do become total monsters and akin to what they're supposed to be fighting. Stalin comes to mind.

anyhow, i really don't want to hear it about how we should be fighting fiercely from rich kids or people's who's needs are met by the parents covering their roofs and rents. excuse me, some of us are adults who actually have a world to uphold and can't just make a game out of kicking ass and teaching people to be strong confident bootstrappers or whatever the fuck idiot rightist notion that sounds 'tough' to people

some of us have a place called 'the adult world' and don't want to be just another toxic cuck of Trump's who's hurting and screaming at and harming and abusing others for shits and giggles all day

and whether that's in the name of left or right or centrism... i don't give a flying fuck? It doesn't turn me on

I'm looking to get a boner

and a lot of people have no clue these days how that works.

way too much asexuality going around in Wonderbread's quest to spin itself as the perfect loaf

excuse me you'll never be even close to my perfect loaf -- my perfect loaf is not nearly so white, has nutrients, says it's sorry and i trust it enough to let it get close to me and give me a boner, not think it's a dumb dog who might accidentally bite my weiner off in one of its irrational cucked-by-trump fits of rage

why are Americans so fucking dumb?

i mean why don't they get it? Why don't they get anything? Why this endless insistence on 'not backing down' like that Tom Petty song about cowboys who eradicated all the brown people? Why such blindly white bullshit and lack of vision?

i will never get it, it's just a gross country, the USA

but not as gross and Wonderbread as a lot of germany

i'll forever be stuck in the role of adult and educator to hateful, out-to-harm, Schadenfreude-oriented, worship-me-I'm-like-Trump-and-need-respect-and-worship-but-have-no-clue-that-bad-behaviour-makes-good-people-think-i'm-stupid (because they are stupid) self-indulgent dumb dumbs in this country and that's not a pleasant thought.

anyhow,

can't fix stupid

but i can certainly work on being softer and gentler. broader... even more flexible and once i'm settled, i'd like to do more gifts and supportive things for friends again.... everything the trump 5 has always been too nuclear and spoiled to want to do is right up my alley, just being the opposite of them in general is always the road to happier endings and a better, more intelligent world.

oh and science -- the Trump 5 don't have any time in the day for science, being more into the conservative side of the spectrum -- mammon for the Trump 3, witchypoo Christian conservo side dark arts for the daughters.

#mommie queerest

[maeve-is-annoying-about-books]

Light From Uncommon Stars, July

My poor fucking heart, I can't take it. This entire scene of the showcase was perfectly done.

Of course Katrina's first performance would hit snags, she's never performed live before. But the lights are on her, she can't run. Not from the emcee who flippantly misgendered her, not from people like Ellen who are praying for her to be bad. Not from herself and her fears. Yet also not from those people Shizuka told her to keep in mind when she plays. To make mistakes and recover to create something so beautiful out of something so "pedestrian" is one of the most human things of all. It encapsulates something that Tamiko knows before she even starts on her Paganini, that she can't connect and leave that lasting magic, no matter how technical the piece. I can easily imagine her trying her damndest to break her strings on stage like Paganini himself, but because they hold something else breaks instead.

To continue about Katrina's skill, it's clear Shizuka doesn't just see it, doesn't just cherish it, but now respects it. Honestly her reaction is much my own. Once again Maeve is oversharing, over-personal, but... I've devoted a not-insignificant amount of time to writing. Honing and hewing and then going on to try to help others. Then one day a woman came to me, asking for opinions about a little character blurb and... She's already so talented. So incredibly precise with her word choice and scene choice. With help on the technical parts I have zero doubt she would be a better author than I ever was. So how can I feel anything but sympathy for Shizuka? She's wowed, she's proud to have helped Katrina bloom but all at the cost of a question: "Can I even do that?" It makes the scenes afterwards of Shizuka having her violin repaired all the more prescient. Moving it's repair from handling a heavenly instrument to something mere mortals can handle.

And the scene talking about applause. Katrina's taken no ego from it. Instead what she came away with was a feeling of safety. That she was safe, and strong enough to keep everyone, Shizuka included, that way too. Katrina's heart is so large that she's inseparable from the people around her. She always has been, for better and for worse. Their opinions of her looks, her playing, the dress she wears, the food they share. I've come to see her as this kind of beacon of what Lan was talking about. That Earth is a very communicative planet, inexorably so. I no longer think that it is a fun bit of trivia that Katrina posts her videos online, it's indicative of the thing that's ruled her life. Her connections to others.

Just as Lan's connections are slipping and Auntie Floresta's are beginning to grow, too. Markus is fed up with his life, she hasn't noticed that she's left Edwin behind, she can't understand why replicator donuts aren't selling... Her captain's chair is still an island keeping her away from everything. Even the question of why they're building a stargate if they can't go back to the Empire. Probably because it's a mission she can accomplish, or maybe as an escape from the world when the Endplague arrives. Her actions are dictated by the trauma of it and it's wearing holes into the life she's earned.

The end of this shorter month is put on the tab of Tremon Philippe, as always. At first I hought it s rather polite for the frog demon to do. ut then I realized he wasn't paying the bill. He put it on his tab. It's not a courtesy to a colleague it's a perpetual reminder that her debt is looming over her head and it will come through one day. What a complete asshole, and a Euro-centric one at that. He keeps spooling on and on about how Europe is way better than California, going so far as to compliment one chef by saying he could work there. He's so tone-deaf to every other one of our characters, he only wants the expensive, best things at all times and doesn't care one whit about what any of them are actually saying. As expected of a demon.

The question is looming. How is Shizuka going to get out of this one?

#live reading #light from uncommon stars #maeve's light from uncommon stars readalong

[waynetechdadoftheyear]

Words of love

Manic Panic- When I first found out I got you as my Secret Santa I was super stoked! I have fallen in love with your work time and time again as this past year has gone on through your drabbles, banter, and even our DND sessions. I am not always attentive and honestly, I have ADHD so bad that I'm not sure which browser in my head is running, how many, or where the music is coming from, but you never hesitate to welcome me into the fold and shenanigans that the Bat Fam is getting into. I value your friendship and I love how you encourage everyone's muse around you. You are such a bright light wrapped up into a Dark Knight here to save everyone from their writer's block and bullshit. I'm not the only one who feels this way and on down you will see the others that have reached out to add to my little love fest here! Happy Holidays Bat Dad. We love you and your brooding face!

J. -

God, I'm so not good at this mushy gushy stuff, BUT! It's Christmas, and part of a present, soooo…

I know I've told you time and time again how happy I am that we stumbled across each other, how grateful I am to have you as a writing partner and friend, and how incredible your writing is, but here I am, telling you one more time. (And I'll probably still tell you like a bajillion times more.) What you do? It's special. You really do have this innate ability to encapsulate Bruce's character— you give him life, and you bring a uniqueness to him through your words that cannot be replicated. And I think that comes from your own experiences on the other side of the screen. You're such a talent, and it doesn't hurt that you're so kind. And funny! That's always a win in my book.

Anyway, I don't want this to turn into a long, rambling tangent about how great you are, which it very well could, so let me just say that I adore you, I hope that you have an amazing Christmas, and I look forward to cooking up more stories with you.

Love, -J.

BOY WONDER - OKAY SO. I'M NOT SURE HOW I'M GONNA SUM UP HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU IN ONE PARAGRAPH, BUT WE'RE GONNA TRY. You are so special to me literally my best friend, the person who can make me laugh when I'm raging or wanna cry, and the one I know I can always count on to be in my corner no matter what. You're literally so talented like… sometimes I'm legit baffled by the beauty that is your writing. And now I'm not exaggerating No matter what character you're writing, whether it be a canon or oc you put every bit of that talent into them, and you dive in deep, getting to know them and expanding and it's just sdfjklsdf AWESOME okay. I love it. And I love every single connection we've ever made. Part of why I try to drag your ass around with me wherever I go but seriously. You do so much, not just for me but for everyone you come into contact with. You're generous and always quick to uplift and encourage people. And I for one would be completely lost without you. I'm pretty sure this is for your SS gift so MERRY CHRISTMAS and I love you and I can't wait to see your reaction to reading how much other people love you as well. xoxox GUNFIGHT - Bruce. Old Man. Your creativity is off the charts my guy. Reading your stuff is always an absolutely amazing experience no matter what character it is from. Your drabbles, to poetry, to replies, the writing always flows in a way no one else can match. Though some may try. But also your edits are cool af and bantering once in a blue moon is always fun. MEOWY CATMAS - Waynetech is one of the most supportive people I’ve met in this site, always encouraging others and sharing their work. He goes out of his way to make everyone feel welcome and included and he’s even nice to people who write the same character he does. This community could use more people like him.

BELIEVES IN LOVE - What can I say about Wayne Tech? They're a beautiful writer that captures Bruce so fantastically. They truly build a world and suck you right into it making you feel every last emotion and allowing for you to see the scene so well it's like you're watching a movie. They are also such a lovely friend and I'm so grateful that I've met them.

[cookinguptales]

I totally get your hang ups with writing and wanting it to be "accurate", but as a fan, I'm DROOLING to get my hands on those s3 inspired fics. People will absolutely read them and love them! Hell, there are so many s1 and s2 ideas left unexplored, id take any timeline. As a reader and fan, if the tag says it breaks canon after *event here*, I'm like okay, werk, I'm in, let's go! If anything, having had time between when a season aired and the posted fic helps to put characterization and actions in context and sometimes makes a more thoughtful fic. People go back and re-read old fic all the time and just accept it when new canon might differ a bit bc we all just want to be told a good story. I hope you feel encouraged to post and find your own joy in it, bc it means so much to ppl! It may be silly vampire stuff, but a good fanfic can absolutely give me a reason to get through the day. It means something!

Right, like... I guess the thing is, it's much harder for me to write for a canon I actually love because I feel this need to "honor" it, y'know? Most of the time when I get really into writing something, it's a canon that I feel fairly cavalier about so I don't mind if I throw out canon and get kind of creative. But damn, I love wwdits. It's one reason why I never wrote for it for so long. I didn't feel like I could add anything to what was already my favorite show on television.

s3 changed that because what I can add is LONGING but it has meant that I do a lot more canon review and try extra hard to make things "fit" with canon because... I don't really want to flout it! But I guess things have been complicated by lack of time and I'll admit somewhat shakier faith in the writers going forward.

This is why I usually don't write for things between seasons! lmao

I guess I just have to get in the mindset that I can write bizarre shit more often, even for a show that I love. This past 5+1 fic was kind of freeing at first because I was like "I'm just gonna write something fun and breezy and dumb" but then, as always, emotions happened... RIP. I am extremely predictable in that respect, lmao. I'm just too many words and too many emotions all the way down hahaha.

I'm trying to just let go and have more fun with it haha. It's dumb, I know, to feel such intense loyalty to the canon of a show that is so innately fun and silly. But I do! I want to write stuff that slides in seamlessly with the weird, funny, silly shit that I already love!

but I already know that I can't really replicate the vibes of the show (alas, I am just not funny enough and way too obsessed with Emotional Turmoil) so I should probably just do whatever I want haha.

#why is it more stressful to write for a canon I love?? #replies #wwdits tag

[twinklelilstarkey]

Hi. Au Dad with Roope Hintz? I don't think that I've ever read any of those. I hope that you are enjoying the holidays. Merry Christmas from America.

A/N.: OH ABSOLUTELY!! We do need Dad!Roope. I hope you're enjoying your holidays as well, my love, Merry Christmas ❤️

First time on ice - Dad!Roope Hintz

Words: 2.4k+

Type: Fluff

Summary: Roope's little boy goes ice skating for the first time.

Warnings: Dad!Roope. Mentions of pregnancy without marriage (Y/N and Roope are still just dating).

Y/S/N = Your son's name

Today's a big day. Roope has been dying for this day to come ever since his little boy was born. He can feel his body vibrating with excitement ever since he got up from bed this morning, so much that he wouldn't be surprised if he actually exploded.

Like any other holiday season, the Dallas Stars are having a family skating day. They're quite fun when you have someone to be there with you. Usually, players bring their parents, siblings, and kids, and when those can't be there, they take their girlfriends or even their friends.

Roope's family skating days never consisted of a lot. He started to bring you with him after you had begun dating since his parents are all the way back in Europe and unable to visit just yet. And that's pretty much it. You were there for all of his family skating days ever since the start and he would not have it any other way. You would skate around him, and with him and you two would have your fun every year.

After the solid (almost) 4 years of dating, aka, almost two years ago, you had a kid. A baby boy.

This baby boy has been the highlight of Roope's days ever since he was born. Roope's schedule doesn't exactly let him constantly be there for both you and him, but he does his best to help you out when he's home and make the best of the time that he has.

Now, the baby is already a toddler as he's practically reaching his 2-year-old birthday and he now walks, runs, jumps, breaks things, and babbles in both English and Finnish. Overall, he's one very hyper little human that owns the entirety of his dad's and mom's heart.

Last year, when family skate day happened. Roope was hoping to get Y/S/N in skates, and so were you. He was practically making a countdown on his head of that day, coming closer and closer, and it was making him the happiest person on earth.

But Y/S/N got a cold that week.

Not one too bad, but it did make him cranky. He did end up going to the family skating anyways, but he refused (with his whiny sounds) to put on the baby skates and, especially, get close to the ice. He had spent the whole time under his thick jacket, wool beanie and scarf, and with his little gloves - all of it to not let him get worse from his cold - and in Roope's arms, of course, constantly leaning on closer to him and snuggling in, and very much away from the cold, cold ground.

Roope didn't get too upset. Of course, he did want to see his kid have little skates on and try to move with his help, but, at the same time, he would never force his kid to do something, especially when he's already sick and in that bad of a mood.

And many people, when hearing him talk about this, do ask him 'why don't you just take him to the rink on a normal day?', but he never has a clear answer for them. It's just that he had planned this whole day in his head for more than a year. Gosh, he has been envisioning this day with all his teammates ever since he held the baby in his arms for the first time. He just wants to replicate what his imagination had created in every aspect.

That is exactly why a month before today, Roope has been focused on his son like crazy. Wrapping in all the blankets like a burrito whenever you would open a window or step out to the balcony - worried that any cold wind could make him fall sick again. Running after him when he goes off in the park with the other kids so he doesn't get hurt in the slightest of ways. Not trying new food so that he doesn't get an upset tummy.

Roope had this in the bag.

To no one's surprise, when today came, Y/S/N was more than okay to go skating. Roope doesn't think he ever had this big of a smile on his face in his life.

This morning started off as chaotic as possible as Roope spent the whole morning cuddling with his son instead of getting anything ready for the day, but, you stepped up to help. Making everyone get out of the house with time to spare (and even get good outfits for all the pictures).

After the drive over to the stadium, funnily enough, Roope doesn't let you be the one to get Y/S/N from his seat. Again, everything needs to go according to his plan, so, of course, you let him.

Roope carries him through the parking lot while holding your hand at the same time and continues on with his conversation about a particular toy truck with his toddler.

Right as you enter, many of the teammates and their families come by to say and wave their short 'hi' to the two of you, and, of course, the little guy - who still needs to get used to meeting new people, as he uses Roope's neck as a refuge whenever someone walks on closer.

All sorts of things like, "How have you been?", "You look great", "Today's your boy's big day, isn't it?" and "Oh my gosh, I'm so excited for you!" are most of the things that went on and on during your conversations. And all the mentions of today's special moment make Roope's smile even wider every time.

But, as always, the guys do need to have their morning training before the whole families come into the ice, so your conversations were cut short when someone announced the time to the group.

"I'll see you in a bit?" You ask your boyfriend.

Roope looks away from your toddler to you and with his little grin, he nods. Slowly, he does pass down Y/S/N to your arms and lays a kiss over his head and another on the side of yours.

"Have fun." You tell him before he steps away.

(...)

Roope goes off to do his job, but, while working, his mind just kept on reminding him what will be happening in just a few minutes.

When already at the ice, his heart also didn't behave like normal. Pumping quicker than ever before, especially when he would look over at the glass and see you with Y/S/N in your arms, pointing at him. All the cute smiles his toddler gave him when he passed by him and the giggles he let out when he tapped the glass with his stick, throwing his little head back to your shoulder.

His heart melted into a puddle every time.

As soon as the final blow on Bowness's whistle sounds through the entirety of the rink, Roope just feels like he's going to explode. It's all going to start now.

You let many of the families go in first since you didn't want to be with a shy toddler in the middle of all the commotion. And only after it clears out a bit, someone from the staff passes you the right size of skates for Y/S/N. As you look up, you notice Roope coming into the benches at the same time you do.

"Hi." He tells you with his big cheeky smile, excitement more than readable in his face.

"Hi." You tell him back.

He takes off his gloves and passes down his helmet and stick to someone from the staff team. You sit down on the bench beside many other moms doing the same thing you'll be doing and sit Y/S/N over your legs. Roope squats down in front of you and begins to help you with putting on the skates on the fidgety toddler. Starting with taking off his little shoes.

Roope still has to go to the locker room to get his gear off like his teammates are currently doing, but he would not forgive himself if he missed fixing up his little boy's tiny skates.

You watch as your boyfriend just smiles and answers every babble of some words in Finnish, sometimes even laughing with what your baby keeps on telling him. Roope's curly blonde hair sitting at the top of his head, not too squished from his helmet, and his smile just as big as ever. Practically making you fall in love with him all over again.

After tightening the laces, Roope runs to the locker-room (which almost made him fall as he tripped on a cable), and right as he walks through the doorway, he's already stripping out of his gear - keeping on some of it like everyone else, but enough to make him more comfortable throughout the whole skating.

He runs back - this time, careful enough to not trip - to find you in the exact same place, talking to one of the wives, and already with your skates on.

Right as his baby's eyes land on him, his little arms stretch towards him. Roope, when close enough, picks him up and lays a hand at the small of your back, casually ending your conversation to pull you with him to the gate that leads to the ice.

You're the one to step foot in first, turning back to see Roope holding onto Y/S/N close to his chest while stepping in as well. You two skate to a more empty area to not ruin any kid's race or something along those lines, and Roope begins to lower his toddler to the ground.

"Ready?" He asks the toddler.

He nods while biting his lower lip, almost as if a bit lost in thought.

Y/S/N's feet touch the iced floor and he looks down at it, finding it a bit strange to step on it with the blades. Roope holds onto his little hands and forearms as he hunches over him, and begins to use his own feet to make the two of them move just a few inches.

You stare at the two of them, heart melting and eyes practically already watering at the cute sight.

Roope's smile is ginormous and his tone is constantly soft to his kid, all while he tells him how to kick out his little feet to be able to skate 'just like dad'.

After only a few minutes, Y/S/N begins to get the hang of it, kicking out his tiny feet while being held onto by his dad. He looks up at you and Roope for reassurance a few times, and that makes you two love the moment a little more every time.

As Roope tells him littles "you're doing it!" or "good job", the overall happy feeling was more and more readable in Y/S/N's face. Especially when he would just let out similar sentences to himself.

"'m doin' it!" He says, louder than Roope, in his cute little voice.

You skate beside them the whole time, watching them carefully while giving a few of your own vocal encouragements as well. But also being the one that notices all the looks everyone's giving you three. The bright smiles, especially by Roope's teammates, as they know how much this day means to their forward.

After some more minutes, you switch with your boyfriend as his back begins to kill him for that awkward position he was in the whole time. Which you two had to laugh at as he held both of his hands by his back while letting cackles of pain.

You squat down and just hold your toddler steady over the ice as he looks up at his dad cutely. Yet quickly, he looks back at you and gives you a toothy smile, holding out his little hands to your face and giggling as he would touch it.

"Are you having fun?" You ask him, getting a large and enthusiastic nod from the little one.

Roope, after some time, squats as well and that steals the attention of the toddler once more. You and Roope are in between a very short distance, your arms can easily reach out to get to either of you, so Y/S/N is more than safe in between you.

You turn the toddler around and Roope puts his warm hands over yours. And that's when you notice that his hands are there but his hold really isn’t, all while he begins to encourage the mini-him to try and kick out some steps on his own.

Might be a bit too early to do this, but why not try?

Poor Y/S/N did try, and he lost his balance in many of the tries. His butt would never hit the ice as both your and Roope’s hands were there to hold him, so, that only meant that he never really lost faith in himself.

For this reason, he still continuously kicks his little feet towards his dad as he holds onto Roope’s jersey sleeves the whole time, still while fully trying his best.

After much, much trial and error, a loud gasp leaves your lips.

Your toddler, unbelievably, is able to skate the whole small distance between the two of you practically on his own (even though he had your hands there the whole time), but the sight of him doing it, completely broke Roope.

He pulls his son into a hug and lays kisses on the top of his head, congratulating him while at the same time, looking up at you in disbelief. And that's when you notice how teary his eyes are.

"Awn!" You say out loud at the sight of your boyfriend and give him a big smile while getting closer to him.

Your hands lay over his cheeks, comforting him, and you give him a quick peck on the lips. Roope smiles too, finding humor in his own display of emotions and your quick response with comfort, and you two stand back up.

The two of you get back on congratulating your toddler with many tickles under his open jacket and kisses on his chubby cute cheeks, and all while he giggles loudly. His little beanie-covered head is thrown back as he tries to get away from the two of you, and you could not ignore the look on Roope’s face as he looks down at his son. His eyes would move over to you, time and time again, almost as if not sure who to look at for longer.

And his eyes were filled with only one emotion...

Pure and utter love.

Love for you. Love for his baby. Love for his little family.

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[ninjaslegos]

Hear me out... au where..

Kai bein a bully to a really shy reader bc he's tryna hide a crush from them!

OP, OP, OP, I'm so so sorry if you didn't want angst. It just...made sense to me in my head? Like from Kai's perspective it's probably the typical "oh if he's mean to you he actually likes you" but from reader's perspective...he's just being a jerk :(.

Going Too Far

He doesn't really know why he started bullying you. He thought you were cute, and in order to keep that a secret, he just...began to pick on you. He rationalized it away in his head by telling himself you were small and weak, and you needed this as a push to become stronger.

It was just meant to be teasing words, almost like sibling banter, but the longer he kept his feelings bottled up, the more angry he became about it, and his teasing escalated.

"Students, come meet your new teammate. (Y/N), the element of Sound. They're here because they can replicate the sound of the Sacred Flute." Wu announced.

Kai flushed, you were shorter than most people your age, and you looked rather thin and weak. You held a duffle bag in one hand, and an electric guitar in the other. Your hair was tied back and instead of being dressed in ninja gi, you were in punk rock attire. You looked nervous to be there.

"They're shy, so please be kind to them." Wu then left you to mingle with the other ninja.

Cole looked excited. That probably didn't help the situation between you and Kai at all. "Element of Sound?" He asked, and you nodded. "What kind of music do you like?"

You grinned shyly and looked down to your guitar, "mostly rock, but anything's fine with me." Your voice was amazing; calm and soothing, yet rough and handsome at the same time.

"Yeah?" Kai snorted, "well you better put that music to good use, and toughen up, shorty."

You bonded with Cole instantly over your love of music, and you opened to him easily. "Actually...I wanted to be a famous musician but I'm too nervous onstage." You sigh.

"But I've heard your singing, it's amazing! And the way you can master any instrument? I'm jealous!" You would often hang out with Cole, letting him play drums as you played guitar and sung. It was good practice for you, but it made Kai jealous.

Bit by bit, you adjusted to living with the boys. You trained with them, and even wore a matching gi in a nice shade of teal. But Kai wanted your attention. So he made fun of you. "You must be too small for your gi, look at how baggy it is on you! You should ask Wu for a kids' size." You wore belts to training since then. "Watch your tone! It's making my ears bleed!" You stopped using your voice during training. "You can't even do the full training course by yourself! What makes you think you're worthy of becoming a ninja? Much less the Green Ninja?" You trained three times as hard, and wore yourself out to the point you often skipped dinner just to sleep.

You stopped wearing your punk clothes, you stopped talking as much, you were just as strong as the others, maybe even stronger, and you even had your own spinjitzu; white with sparse black lines and little musical note particles. Kai saw this as a good thing though, you stopped talking to Cole so much, and he felt less jealous of the two of you. You were also much stronger, and that was all because of him. Now you had something to thank him for!

But you hadn't said anything to him. Things kept getting worse; when you lost the battle at Darkley's you secured Lloyd, but Pythor got away. "You moron!" Kai shouted at you, causing you to flinch. "Why did you let him get away? Just use your stupid song to capture him!"

You tensed your body, trying not to cry, "I - I thought that - that getting Lloyd safe was more imp-ort-important -"

He slapped you upside the head. Not hard, but it made you cower under him as he spoke, "that brat was being handled by the rest of us, it was your job to secure Pythor!"

Cole, your knight in shining armor, showed up and put himself between the two of you, "enough, Kai, it's no use fighting over it. What's done is done and all we can do is reflect and figure out what we can do better next time."

He scoffed and left, "whatever," scowling as he listened to Cole console you.

"He didn't hurt you, did he? Are you okay?"

So maybe he slipped up once. That was okay, he just wouldn't hit you again.

After defeating The Great Devourer, you cheered with your team, as they all praised you for putting the beast to sleep before Garmadon hit its weak spot, destroying it once and for all.

"Without you, we probably wouldn't have beaten it."

"Yeah, and imagine the mess it would've made if it had gotten to Ninjago City!"

Kai just scoffed, "yeah, well look around you. Garmadon is gone, and so are our weapons."

You were still so happy after winning the battle, and he loved your smile. "But Kai," his name sounded so pretty from your mouth, "we still won today, and that should be celebrated."

He decided not to argue. "I guess. Good job, (Y/N)."

It was peaceful for a while, and Kai was starting to get on good terms with you. "Gee, Kai, it seems like you're finally starting to warm up to them!" Jay commented, nudging him.

He frowned at that; was he showing interest in you? This was bad; he didn't even know if you liked him back, he couldn't let you know he loved you if you didn't like him, then things would be weird between the two of you.

So once Garmadon came back, he fell into his old ways. Yelling at you, blaming you for failure, pushing you to your limits. Things got worse as you became quiet again. After the Grundle incident, Kai yelled at you, blaming you for Lloyd. "If you weren't some clumsy fuck-up, he wouldn't have had to skip out on his childhood." He glared you down.

"Really, it's not that big of a deal-" Lloyd tried to reason, but you had already left and holed yourself in your room. You didn't come out for dinner, and you didn't come out for breakfast the next day either.

Cole had to talk you out of your room. Of course it was him. Kai confronted him about being a partner thief. "What are you talking about, Kai?"

"I like (Y/N)! How am I supposed to woo them if you're there getting all buddy-buddy with them!"

Cole laughed in his face. Laughed at him. "What a joke!" His laughter slowed as he saw Kai's serious face. "No way, you're not kidding?" He laughed even harder now, "(Y/N) not gonna fall in love with you, dude. Not when you treat them like shit."

Kai fumed. "I'm not! I'm teaching them to get stronger! They'll thank me, and tell me how much they appreciated it! And it's not like I can be super nice to them! They'll know I like them!"

"It won't work. Acting like a jerk to someone you like will only push them away."

"No, it will work! You'll see!" Kai stomped off, fuming.

So now you were ignoring Kai. Either that, or avoiding him. You would be out on the deck, training, but leave the moment Kai showed up. You would come into the dining room during dinner, grab a plate of food, and take it to your room. It frustrated him to no end.

He finally snapped once the Overlord and Lord Garmadon were defeated. Cole was supporting you as you had twisted your ankle on the stairs, and once you hugged him because it was finally over, Kai lost it. Once you got home, he cornered you. You cowered under him yet again. Just like always. "Just stop hiding from me!" He yelled. He grabbed you by your collar and shook you. "You ignore me, you hide from me, just what do you think you're doing?"

You shook your head, trying not to cry as you held your hands up in front of your face in a defensive position. Did you think he was going to hit you? It just made him more angry, he swore not to hit you. "Cole!" You wailed loudly.

The Earth ninja came to your aid immediately. "KAI!!" He bellowed, loud enough to startle him and let you go. You made a dash for your room as Cole blocked his way. "Stop harassing (Y/N)! I tell you to be nice to them and I find you pinning them and yelling at them? What is wrong with you?"

They bickered over you until Zane, Jay, and even Lloyd had to separate them. He didn't see you for two days afterwards.

Today, you asked Kai to accompany you outside; leaving a note under his door. You glowed under the moonlight; everyone else was already asleep, and you sat at the edge of The Bounty, legs between the railing as you leaned against it to look out at the land below. He stands beside you, making no move to sit, and crosses his arms. "Why did you ask me here?" He states bluntly. "I'm tired."

You fidget with your fingers nervously, glancing up at him. Your face was flushed like you had been crying. Otherwise; you looked beautiful. "... Why do you hate me?"

He clenched his jaw; you thought he hated you? What made you think that? "You're stupid, I don't hate you."

You tighten your hands into fists as you made a face. You looked frustrated, tired, maybe even depressed. "I...it's just..." you ran your fingers through your hair and grabbed it into your hands, grunting and trying not to openly sob, "th-tch-gh-"

"Well, spit it out, I don't have all day." He snaps.

"What is wrong with you in your head?!" You yell, breaking the silence of the night. Tears flow down your cheeks like rain, as you sniffle like a lost child. "I try so hard to please you, because you're always complaining about me, but you just brush it all off like I'm nothing. You act like I'm worthless, like I don't do anything. 'You're stupid, (Y/N), you're weak, (Y/N), we'd be better off without you, (Y/N).' And after all that, you tell me you don't actually hate me? What kind of sick game are you trying to play with me?!"

He was at a loss for words. You were mad at him? Why didn't you say anything? What should he say now?

"Nothing, huh? No 'that was wrong of me' or 'I shouldn't have done that'? Not even an apology." You sniffed, rubbing tears off your face, "I guess I expected too much from you."

He glared at you now. "Listen to me! Don't you get it? I do it all so you can get stronger!"

Your body freezes, like something inside you finally snapped. You turn to face him, fists clenched. "I don't need you to get stronger." He'd never ever heard your voice carry this much darkness in it. You snort, "I've been putting up with you so long and...I just wish you would stop. That if you don't like me, you could at least leave me alone. That's all I want from you."

Kai didn't like these words. He just couldn't accept that after all of this, you didn't like him?

He didn't think before he spoke. "You - you're just so selfish!"

And he definitely didn't think before he acted, either.

The anger left his body like wind knocked from someone's lungs. His hands flew to his face first in surprise, as he knelt down beside you, "(Y/N)! Ohhhhh shit - (Y/N)!" He reached out towards you, unsure, as you breathed heavily and cupped your eye. "Hey, hey, I'm sorry, I didn't mean-"

"What in the world is going on?!" Wu shouted, thumping his staff against the floor. He helped you stand, and scolded Kai with harsh words. "(Y/N) is your sibling as much as Cole, Jay, Zane, and Lloyd are your brothers. And you never hit your family."\

Kai sulked the whole way there as he continued getting chewed out. He snuck a few glances at you, but you were faced away from him, as Wu brought you to your room. Even his teammates woke up and came out of their room to see what was happening.

He went to sleep with a heavy heart full of shame. Maybe he could fix this?

He woke up the next morning to a commotion outside. Turning over to go back to sleep, he put a pillow over his head. "What's going on outside?" He asked, but no one answered him. He perked up, but no one was there. Either they were outside, or doing something else, but now he was curious. As he walked past your room, he saw the door open and your room looked much tidier than usual, almost like it hasn't been lived in.

Wait.

Scurrying to get outside, he didn't even change out of his pajamas, and was met with everyone else looking tearful. "What's...going on?"

"(Y/N)'s leaving." Zane stated.

What? Kai looked between Cole and Nya to find you hugging both of them tightly. You had your duffel bag at your feet, guitar strapped to your back. Things were falling apart. He stared at you; your eye was bruised - his fault. "Hey - hey, why are you leaving?"

You took a deep breath and sighed, finally turning to face him. "You know why. I...can't keep getting hurt like this. It's easier for me to leave than for you to leave and be apart from your sister, and Lloyd as one of the elements of creation. I'm just sound. I'm going to live with Garmadon, to continue training, and to help him build a new dojo."

"But - but you can't just leave, you can't leave me!" He reached out to touch you, but didn't, looking at your eye and remembering what happened last time he did. "I love you too much to let you go."

"Well, Kai, you're going to have to love someone else. I can't love someone who would rather hurt me than tell me their true feelings."

You left without telling him goodbye; you left without giving him a hug. All you left for him were heavy words that weighed down his chest and formed a lump in his throat and blurred his vision.

#yes; reader is element of sound instead of Jacob #idk it just made sense #also in this universe since the great devourer never made it to ninjago city that means harumi never happened #ninjago #ninjago kai #kai x reader #oneshot #angst #swearing #injur #abuse

[colorisbyshe]

Not same anon, but I loooooove Buck Tick! You have a nice taste in music. I mean it in the best way possible, btw, but do you have not-pop recs? I'm trying to listen to less kpop/jpop and western pop these days, want to expand my taste to other genres. Thanks :)

I will say, I am... the least genre savvy person in the world, so some of the my recs might be like... pop adjacent but just not mainstream (to western listeners, I guess). I'll stick with JROCK (even tho most of it that I listen isn't terribly similar to Buck Tick, they are a genre onto themselves) and then list of anything similar in other language:

"Fuyunohanashi" from Given, much brighter sound than a lot of Buck Tick but I really love the guitar

"Avante" by Eve. I just really love his voice?? A lot. I really recommend exploring the entire album this song came from, it feels a bit more experimental, mixing rocky vibes with a sort of auto-tuny vocal? Kaikai Kitan is more popular than Avante since it's from JJK and I do love it but Avante feels more Buck Tick relevant

Mabel by Balloon (But I think.. this was originally a vocaloid song but like... the version I listen to is not a vocaloid singing. Definitely not Buck Tick-y but still... addictive. I first heard it to a sasunaru amv lmao

Also vocaloid meets JRock: love stuck by Deco*27 but with the Marina voice: Mozaik Role is a vibrant song with great riffs, Aimai Elegy makes you wanna quickl ybop your head

Just... so many King Gnu Song. Prayer X is a bit more haunting but I love Hikoutei, Sanmon Shosetsu, and Hakujitsu a looot

Survive said the Prophet has harder rock vibes: Found & Lost is great (we will not acknowledge what anime it was for), Red is also from the same anime I think but it's GOOD

Fire Cracker By Ellegarden has suuuch good guitar. It's all in English an d the lyrics are so good.

Nami no Yukusaki by The Ricecookers has a very chill, nostalgic vibe. Like mid 2000s vibe?

If you've never listened to Babymetal, my favorite song by them is Headbanger!!!!!!!!!!!!!. High energy but sugary sweet with a hard edge. Rock candy.

Not at all rock genre even though itunes is telling me it is, Life will Change by Lyn is ALSO not pop so... I'll put it here. Has nothing to do with the Buck Tick sound tho, so this is VERY off base but... it's in my Japanese playlist and I love it so (and if you DO like tht sound, "Shadow and Truth" by One III Notes is also a fucking banger, though has more... rap isn't the right word but well listen and you'll see)

Again, this sound I can't even pRETEND is similar to Buck Tick but Renegade by Stereo Dive Foundation is sooo fun. More electro/dancy

Just One life by Spyairs is incredible also watch Samurai Flamenco its the OP

Kakusei by Superfly FUCKS. Do not know waht genre it is but GODDDDDDDDDD singing along feels incredible

Anarchy by Official Hige Dandism is probably the poppiest song here

And wow that's the end of my japanese playlist with all of the pop/electro stuff dropped. And really nothing outside of Buck Tick is that buck ticky?

THe dark, alluring vibe also isnt really replicated in a lot of the English music I listen to.

Like nothing ha sthe "Oh this goth FUCKS" vibes

well now I want buck tick-adjacent recs because i feel ike i've let you AND myself down

#all i can think of is a perfect circle #but apc dont fuck #deleting one rec cause i know the singer is gonna be outed as a weirdo the vibes are bad

[andypantsx3]

Every time! Every single time! I clicked read more on your recent Halloween fic without realizing it was yours. By the end I knew it was you because you do this thing with your writing. First - You replicate that feeling of knowing what is going to happen but not actually knowing what is going to happen. It always drives me mad because I am dying to find out the way it ends. It is exciting rather than the Hallmark classic romcom where you can guess the sequence of events. It is cliche but you have this way of writing the tone of conversation that carries through and sweeps you through with it. The banter is top tier and the pacing makes it seems like there aren’t enough words because you want more story.

Second - I absolutely adore your stories and you have the keen ability to replicate a character who is dense and oblivious without being deplorable for their naivety. Which is really hard to do at times because in other writings it doesn’t always come across as believable but you make it believable in your fics and you also make it clear to the reader about the other’s romantic intentions and that is just THE BEST. To be in on the joke that the reader’s perspective doesn’t have because they have this totally other line of reasoning for the circumstance themselves! It negates a lot of any secondhand embarrassment and instead makes you laugh and giggle at it.

It gives you that thrill of excitement when they finally figure it out and then the realization is just the cherry on top. It seems so difficult to make a romantic interest seem interested in the reader or character so long without them picking up on it. To have that one sided misunderstanding being what keeps them apart or that they can’t even consider it is just *chefs kiss*

It is the best kind of wholesome drama - they aren’t apart because of something extrinsic or another relationship etc. it is because one of them is an idiot. When both are idiots they usually end up hurting each other at some point in a dramatic way but with this, that happens in a way that doesn’t exist. It is a one sided misunderstanding that gets cleared up. It’s like fake angst because it is one sided and the reader can see through it.

I just really wanted to share that because you have been my fav fanfic writer for a while now and have reread a few of your chaptered fics a couple times now. So THANK YOU!!!! ❤️

This has been in my inbox for forever, I'm so sorry I'm only answering it now. I keep coming back to reread it and soak up all your love and your praise like a lil sponge lol.

Thank you so much for being so very sweet and taking the time to write this all!! This means so so so much to me, I can't believe you put this much thought and analysis into my style. 💕 ❤️ 💝

Your comment about my style nearing but avoiding the predictability of Hallmark is something I actively think about all the time. I love the tropes and the conventions of the classic romance, but I don't like when it's so predictable that you want to forgo reading it at all! I always want to spice it up with an extra dash of unreliable narrator and my own ideas about what makes a misunderstanding fun rather than angsty lol, so you keep reading even though you know they're gonna end up together, and probably know how. But you want to watch all the idiocy that goes down in the meantime lol.

And thank you for saying my reader characters are dumb enough to be fun but smart enough not to be hatable! That is such a HUGE thing for me!! I've written this enough times now that I think people must be sick of me saying it, but I sometimes have such a hard time finding a relatable reader character, and I'm trying my best to write characters that fill in the gap for me! Nothing breaks me out of a fic more than when a character makes a choice that I not only don't relate to but don't even remotely understand. So I want my reader characters to make choices and follow trails of logic that most of us would think of as reasonable, even if they are flawed.

And on your comment about the type of wholesome drama I write: especially in pandemic times, I've generally found it hard to engage with angstier content, because there's already too much angst in daily life, but I don't like when content is so flat and predictable there is no drama. So I try my hardest to write things that bridge that gap for me—enough misunderstanding and drama to keep things interesting, but light and predictable enough that you don't have to stress when you read it!

I feel like you've highlighted all the things I care about most in writing/reading fic, and I'm over the moon that you did. I'm very very lucky to have you as a reader, and I can't thank you enough. This literally has made my entire year. 💕 ❤️ 💝

#ask andie