#honestly this scene is still a draft

[hold-on-a-little-longer-whump]

Quick!! Link a scene or piece of work you're created that you're proud of! First one that comes to mind!!

*bounces in place* ohohohohoho you've gone and done it now!!! Feast your eyes on this scene from one of my many WIPs - I hope I'll finish it one day. It really is one of the Big Three of my Magnum Opuses.

Below the cut:

Female whumpee

Mute whumpee

Disabled whumpee

Female Caretaker

Recovery

Mentions of Scientific/Medical Trauma

Bruises and bandages

Collapsing

Fatigue/Weakness

Samira slept for another day. Until the pangs of hunger and other necessities grew to be too much to ignore. She drew in a slow breath and sighed, then lifted her arms in a stretch. The skin of her elbows pulled uncomfortably and she stopped at the telltale sensation of scabs beginning to split. Even now, days later, she felt the bone-deep ache from her journey here. The dull throb of a lingering headache. The pulsing pain in her knees. Her hands still held a tremor without the slightest provocation. More than anything, she wanted to go back to sleep until the soreness went away, but nature had other ideas.

Turning her head, she saw she was alone. The lights to the room were dimmed low, and the only other source of light came from the glow of a safety light in the bathroom five feet away. Blessedly, she saw the IV pole was on the same side of the bed. All she had to do now was walk. Piece of cake. Pulling the blanket back, she slung her legs over the side of the bed. She stopped long enough to wonder at the sight she saw.

Socks. Soft, fuzzy yellow socks with grips on the bottoms. She turned her attention to her gown. It, too, was buttercup yellow, decorated with bumble bees and daisies, and the hem - stopping at her knees - even had the tiniest decoration of white lace. She longed to rub the material between her fingers, but the bandaging on her hands prevented her from doing so. It would have to wait. Besides, the thick wads of cotton taped over each knee ruined the effect. Her skin, she noticed, was far paler than its healthy cinnamon color, and even the patches of vitiligo, normally rosy, held a sickly shade. She frowned, feeling like the ghost of her former self.

Gripping the IV pole for balance, Samira scooted forward. Tentatively, she settled her feet on the floor. No fear driving her to move. No dizziness. It didn’t matter how many times she had tried to stand on her way here. She was stronger now. She was rested. She could do this. Carefully, as if to balance on an egg without breaking it, she put weight on one foot. Her knee began to quake and she grabbed the IV pole with her other hand, clinging to it, and the momentum of doing so forced her full weight forward. Quickly, she brought her other foot forth to catch herself.

For the briefest of seconds, she teetered, awkwardly poised between the IV pole and her fawn-like legs. She could feel the cuts in her palms reopening as she clung to the pole, the gauze slackening her grip. Then the wheels of the IV pole rolled. Samira flailed, gasping as her crutch moved before she was ready, and tried to snatch it back. It fell, and she followed, knocking a metal tray and its contents to the floor with a great crash.

She might have cringed at the noise if she hadn’t instinctively tried to catch herself. Though the gauze cushioned the fall somewhat, it didn’t stop her knees and elbows from cracking against the hard tile - biting through the cotton and clawing at her already-shredded skin. Tears sprung up and a mute yelp rattled her throat before she could stop herself. She bit her lip until she tasted blood, and still a hoarse sob wrenched itself from her chest.

Hurried footsteps sent a dart of panic up her spine, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. The lights switched on, then a set of hands were on her. She flinched, but they didn’t release her.

“Samira.” Jean. Jean was there. “Samira, it’s alright. It’s just me.”

Without waiting for a response, Jean lifted her back to the bed as easily as a child might lift a dropped doll. Samira tucked her hands beneath her chin, arms pressed against her chest, and tried to control her breathing - all while fighting the urge to curl in a ball right there. Hot, thrumming pain rolled up her limbs, coiling into tight knots and biting, clawing, digging into her bones. Why did it hurt so much? How could things go wrong so quickly? She opened her eyes from where she’d squeezed them shut, peering between wet lashes at the mess she’d made. Fresh, unused medical supplies lay strewn about on the floor. The IV pole lay on its side, and the tray had skidded a couple feet away. She drew in a shaky breath, shame heating her cheeks.

Automatically, an apology tried to leave her lips. Instead, it came out in a pitiful wheeze.

Mistaking the gesture for one of pain, Jean smoothed a hand over Samira’s back. “It’s alright, Samira. Do you want something for the pain?”

Samira shook her head and hid her face behind her hands, the gauze absorbing her tears.

“It’s okay if you do. You don’t need to be brave, not here.”

Samira shook her head again, gulping back another sob before it could surface.  She already owed them so much, and it shamed her to anticipate their response to her inability to speak - and now, it seemed, the inability to walk. Had the Team left any part of her untouched?

#whump #writing #whump writing #caretaker #comfort whump #mute whumpee #disabled whumpee #collapsing #whump recovery #recovery whump #hospitalized #female whumpee #female caretaker #whump scene #blurb #medical whump #for context she crawled for days until she was rescued #hence the horrible bruising/cuts on her hands knees and elbows #honestly this scene is still a draft #but i wanted to share bc i love it :D #lyssa writes

[frogayyyy]

do u ever think about how the original series started airing before the decriminalisation of homosexuality in the UK and the reboot movies were being made during the legalising of same-sex marriage in the UK. and yet tos spock is undisputedly more canonically gay than aos spock. because i think about it a lot.

and even now. spock. is. still. not. gay.

"this simple feeling" he said that in 1979!!!

but 50 years later they still can't say the word love

#from the drafts #but relevant to my prev posts #fuck paramount honestly as long as they're still catering to That audience #the same one that probably stopped watching when two vaguely male pixels kissed in the background of a scene for one second #(technically didn't air in the uk until after but still) #guys i got the year wrong reblog the right version or they're going to crucify me

[monstrsball]

Iwaizumi doesn't know what to think when he finds his boyfriend in the entry way of their apartment, soaked from head to toe and clutching his jacket to his chest.

"I'm home." Suga says with a sheepish grin while he clumsily tries to get his shoes off without using his hands.

“You’re soaked,” Iwaizumi frowns, pushing his wet bangs back out of his face and eyeing the barely noticeable trembling of his shoulders. “Why aren’t you-”

Suga’s jacket meows.

Suga frowns down at the jacket in his arms. “You were supposed to let me do the talking first.” He says lightheartedly, his words are met with another slightly more indignant meow.

“Koushi, we talked about this.” Iwaizumi says.

“It’s raining, Hajime. The poor thing was soaked, I couldn’t just leave her out there.” Suga says, his tone soft. “Can we just keep her here for tonight? Until it stops raining? And then I’ll take her to the shelter.”

Iwaizumi wants to stand firm but his resolve slowly melts away when he looks at the cat again. She’s shivering just as much as Suga, the now soaked jacket likely not helping her keep warm. She’s nuzzling into his chest in search of warmth and it tugs at Iwaizumi’s heartstrings. 

He glances back at the door to the balcony. Still raining. 

“Okay,” Iwaizumi relents. “She can stay for tonight. Until it stops raining.” 

He has a nagging feeling that ‘for tonight’ is going to turn into indefinitely but the pure joy lighting up Suga’s face distracts him from this fleeting thought. 

“Yeah, yeah. You need to get out of those clothes.” Iwaizumi reaches out to take the cat from Suga’s arms. She's oddly compliant for a stray. “I’ll dry her off and get her some food and water. I think we have some canned tuna in the cabinet.”

“Ooh,” Suga whistles, gently depositing the little tabby into Iwaizumi’s open arms. “You hear that, baby? He’s spoiling you.” He coos. 

“It’s the only thing we have,” Iwaizumi rolls his eyes, readjusting his grip once he has the cat safely in his arms. She nuzzles into the newfound warmth immediately.

#hi have this snippet from my drafts that was meant to be part of a longer fic but. im probably just gonna do it in little snippets now #iwaizumi and the cat he didn't want #<- tag for this saga #iwasuga #there was honestly more for this Initial night i wanted to write but i think i like it better like this? short and sweet... #even if it sort of feels incomplete? idk. #anyway stay tuned i will write more scenes for this. maybe #there is a Timeline here. of iwa warming up to the cat and loving her with all his heart #this cat is still unnamed i need to name her

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

yeehaw just wrote over 3k and i can't publish Any of it without miles of fantasy au context

#technically its a full scene and a half #brain: hey what if a solid thousand words was just silly puppets having breakfast #and then i said 'damn youre so right' and yeah. silly puppets having breakfast and arguing over ale vs mead #i love writing from barnaby's pov. im so unfunny that its ruining his reputation #i go There Could Be A Joke Here #but head Empty so there isn't one. i continue on. rinse and repeat #anyway big scene of barnaby and wally bonding #as i was writing i was honestly like 'the wallaby enjoyers would have a field day with this' #am i one of them? no. however i know my 'qp barnaby and wally' belief bleeds into my writing #so yk. its easily read either way. #of course i immediately counteract it by sprinkling in a laughingstock crumb or two but yk yk #fantasy au is so fun to chew on... everyone gets to say Fuck and threaten genuine violence... #absolutely unprompted #speaking of writing im actually going to Attempt nanowrimo this year #im gonna try to belt out the roughest rough draft of a standalone book idea #i still need to finish the outline but! im sure i can do that in 10 days! #but anyway ive been having so many fantasy au feelings lately idk why #i think i need to rewatch lotr! extended editions of course im not an animal. #well i am. but - yeah whatever yall get it #im craving that sweet sweet high fantasy & worldbuilding & high quality cinema

[theotherrichardpapen]

...because any moment may be our last. everything is more beautiful because we're doomed.

#looking through my drafts and seeing this post unfinished and knowing in my core I'll probably never actually finish it . #but strangley enough i don't hate the way it looks with only those 2 panels ? beauty in simplicity or something idk #woe unfinished post be upon ye #honestly probably wouldnt even bother posting it were it not for the fact i was hit by a sudden wave of sadness #by being reminded out of the blue that alex really does just . lose nigel that night #enough deep level analysis my brain is all out i think . but just the simple fact that nigel dies that night #and alex has to go on for the rest of his life post-ending carrying that grief and loss with him #i know we talk about how nigel isn't truly 'gone' in the sense that they're one now and jack is supposed to be an amalgamation of the two #a product of their union and 'consummation' that night at the yard #but he's still gone . no matter how much alex might try and follow in nigel's footsteps #no matter how hard alex tries to tread that same path nigel did to feel close to him #he's gone . they will never have that moment beneath the house ever again . and alex has to go on living with that #anyway . normal again . imagine dropping a song rec like i used to. aha . go listen to sick like me by in this moment. #like minds #murderous intent #nigel colbie #alex forbes #nigel colbie x alex forbes #edit : THEY'LL NEVER HAVE THE MOMENT UNDER THE HOUSE AGAIN !!!!! #thinking about the moment where nigel sits across from alex after he shoots john #and the contrast to the scene in the crawlspace . nigel is trying to connect he is trying to get alex to see to understand #but now alex is closed off. something may be irreparable broken between them #do you think it was the moment where nigel starts to despair . to plead . realise that he needs to find a way to make alex truly see #i need to get some sleep

[todayisafridaynight]

//screaming//

art for fics that changed my brain chemistry (jo's pov | masumi's pov)

#rgg #ryu ga gotoku #ryu ga gotoku 7 #yakuza series #yakuza like a dragon #jo sawashiro #masumi arakawa #masato arakawa #arasawa #snap sketches #this accidentally stole my morning.... oh no..... #there are bits i wish i did better but im tryna speed along i got things to do ☠️ #honestly i draw out this whole fic tbh.... it inflicts so many images onto me #the funny thing bout my drawin this scene tho is that i had a drafted pic of the arakawas in the rain #its a sillier piece but still.. lol... lmao even... maybe i should go back to that one some day.. #but not rn i have workLKAJRLKAEVJKLJ OK BYE BYE PLEASE ENJOY #and read those fics. get a translator call your friend from highschool who you only talked to once to translate them idc just read em

[alienaiver]

formally starting chapter three of amethyst haze, so here's a sneak peek thats been in my draft document since the beginning !!! :3

Shinsou tells them how he’s going to meet up with you again this Sunday. Aizawa’s back stiffens but shows no other reactions. Yamada beams, “isn’t that adorable! It’s so rare to hear you talking about dates!”

Shinsou chokes on the piece of potato he was about to swallow at Yamada’s choice of words. Eri hands him his glass of water with an innocent smile but when he looks at her to thank her, she smiles mischievously, gleeful that her brother’s now the child whose love life their dads are obsessing over. He sighs and rubs the space between his eyebrows, “I’m not sure what it is yet, but calling it a date might be far-fetched.”

Aizawa grunts and takes his glass of water to his lips, “that may also be for the better.”

Now everyone’s looking at him. There’re different stages of confusion to be read in every family member’s face; Yamada’s being the most prominent one. Shinsou almost looks disgusted at the uncalled for comment.

“Why?” Yamada inquires, confused and unsure about what could’ve warranted such a response from his husband. Aizawa remains unfazed as he puts the glass back down, “it can be tricky to date such a big and devoted fan.”

“Aaah.” Eri lets out, performatively giving her father the feeling of being understood, though she hardly sees the issue either. From her point of view, the fact that her anti-social big brother is going out to do stuff besides a few beers occasionally, is a pretty amazing development.

“Huh?” Yamada says, nose scrunching up. Shinsou holds back a snort before he calmly replies, “I never thought you’d be the type of person to oppose that kind of thing.” Aizawa lifts his eyes only to look at his son sitting across from of him at the table, “and why is that?”

“Because you adopted one.”

This makes poor Eri, who was on her way to take a sip of water, spit the water back down the glass. Yamada howls out a laugh with his head thrown back. Aizawa’s eyes widens for a moment, surprised by the answer before he looks back down to his plate.

“There’s a big difference. I was an adult when I took in you two.”

Shinsou’s argument is not wrong and Aizawa knows it. Shinsou had, before even meeting his soon-to-be mentor, owned more Eraser Head merchandise than anyone else and even owned things Aizawa didn’t even know had been produced in his hero name. Shinsou had later confessed to having made it himself.

“Which is arguably a much bigger deal, isn’t it? Also you were about the same age as I am now.”

This actually seems to stump Aizawa, the comment about age. Shinsou hadn’t foreseen that to become a winning argument. Yamada wipes a stray tear from laughing before he squeezes Aizawa’s shoulder affectionately, “dear, you and I both know that Hitoshi’s a great judge of character so I hardly believe that we need to”-he stops to let out another laugh and looks at Shinsou-“God I’ve missed listening to you two bicker, I swear. You got that humor from me!”

Shinsou shakes his head and laughs, before scraping up the last of the curry from his plate, avoiding the carrots purposely. He clears his throat, “a-anyway. It’s not like we’re dating… I’m sure most of their interest in me is in my work and my persona, y’know? So there’s hardly any need for concern.”

#honestly shinsous comeback is the funniest ive been all year im not gonna lie #i think amethyst really has some great humor as well!!! the good thing about these longer fics is that i can fit the humor in well with the #serious bits !!! :3 #also aizawas just a worried dad <3 #also calculated amethyst haze to be four ish chapters! chapter three is like. 1/3 parts 'finished' with lots of draft scenes! #four is still very much in the rotisserie work part #nohr.bnha #nohr.txt #amethyst haze #nohr.writing #shinsou hitoshi fluff #bnha fluff

[crimeronan]

thoughts on lilith (from toh)?

blorbo. girl of all time. rotating her in my mind like a rotisserie chicken. i'm trying to answer this while exhausted and before having caffeine so i might end up elaborating later but like

god i think she's such a fascinating exploration of the harm cults do and how they can twist your mindset over time, i love everything we see of her in s1 and all the horrible Horrible decisions she makes, especially juxtaposed with what we see of her in s2 as she's finally healing, i think the storytelling is MASTERFUL. eternally compelled by her as one of several adults in hunter's life who failed him because she was too wrapped up in her own shit, eternally compelled by her as a massively autistic woman who is Not Coping, eternally compelled by her as a rigid rule-follower desperately trying to carve sense out of her life.

the way that eda's curse drives everything she does but she gets to a point where she's so wildly unhinged and desperate that she tries to kill eda's daughter.... seemingly either uncomprehending or uncaring about how much worse that is for eda..... the way she's constantly looking for a new leader to follow or god to worship or someone to explain what she should do.... the fact that she influenced the boiling isles's entire religion and then belos used that same religion to entrap and hurt and manipulate her..... the way that you only find out much MUCH later how deeply belos was playing the long game in destroying her self-esteem and stringing her along and making her utterly miserable for Decades..... god. GOD.

i don't know if this post even covers half of it because it's just what i think of off the top of my head when i imagine lilith. so much of her arc happens offscreen but once you learn more about her the rewatch value becomes SO high. because she's not at all what she seems to be but she's trying so hard to get there. women who are clinging to the hinges by their fingernails while completely unaware of how unhinged they are. Incredibly dynamic and fun character arc. hell yes.

#something something lilith hunter parallels with hunter's hollow mind rationalizations and how he swallows himself to lead the coven #been thinking about writing a character study of her quite honestly because she is SO good #i have Several scattered fic scenes drafted wherein she and darius interact while still in the coven. and it's. horrible #havent reread this so i hope it's eloquent enough #replies #toh #lilith clawthorne #once again no spoilers these are all thoughts from the first two seasons

[microwaving-tesilid-argente]

anyway speaking of the vatican trio i was so overwhelmed by the need to see their goofy dynamic that the angsty scene i was writing suddenly became rather silly.

hestio and ephael stop making every scene you're in comic relief challenge. this was supposed to be a serious scene

#a transmigrator's privilege #the perks of being an s class heroine #vatican trio #mimin trying to write #tesilid argente #ephael chaletino #hestio ligenel #is it bad that i already have ephael and hestio's full names memorised #i dont even remember what i learned last semester #i dunno how to write early round tesilid #how goofy is HE #he's probably still very silent but i like to think that the other two's goofiness rubbed off onto him #and what's his thought process like blease we've only seen depressed tesilid #sobbing and crying what was he like when he was like actually in his 20s #i dont even know if ill keep this scene in the final draft but it's too goofy not to share #like honestly this isnt even my usual tesilid voice #i just wanted hestio and ephael scenes so much that it bled into tesilid too 😭😭😭 #its ok he can be a little silly its the early rounds #(i had to divide the round number by 2 to match the tone) #im probably gg to have to drastically revamp this scene bc its lowkey giving me ooc icks #but look this is the kind of silly shit hestio and ephael make me write all the time 😭 #guys STOP IT

[welcometogrouchland]

What if I proposed the analysis that Belos actually has very little internal moral compass and that his veneer of righteousness has always been implied by the writers to be complete fabricated bullshit even before watching and dreaming basically confirms it.

#ramblings of a lunatic #^shes going in drafts untagged bc a) philip stans who insist on the morally misguided angle terrify me in their persistence #and b) i would have to actually rewatch episodes and whatnot #but i think i can build credence to the idea that him and caleb started off not invested in witch hunting for moral righteousness #but numb to it via cultural normalisation and THUS. had an amoral approach to the whole thing #and the only thing either of them as orphan outsiders ever really would've gained from witch hunting would've been careers and recognition #a sense that they're heroes- not in the moral sense but in the narrative sense. that they were protagonists #The Most Important Boys so to speak #the difference being Caleb at some point decided witch hunting was wrong (i.e like hunter did. grew a moral compass) #and philip still navigated the world amorally 400 years later only motivated by a petty grudge and deep buried guilt #the latter of which is nearly irrelevant to anyone who isn't philip bc clearly he priorities that grudge above it #this is just a personal petty opinion #but i honestly don't think the 'delusional and petty' angle is any less complex than the 'moral crusader' angle w/ his character #and it matches the whole 'hes a magic conservative' message way better than his motives being genuine #one day I'll rewatch that scene in WaD and see if Philip fans are onto something and I've been drinking the pond water #or if it's actually congruent with his character like I've since come to see it and like i know many saw it the first time round #anyway this is actually all for me. in drafts you go #edit: hi. it's the ladel of like. 3 weeks after i made this and put it in drafts. it's nearly 1 am rn and- in my delirium- #i have decided to publish it #i doubt it'll do much w/ regards to response bc fandom has been on the quiet side lately (tho that can always change( #plus I made a similar post insinuating the same notion and it got ZERO traction positive or negative #which tells me I'm good to just say shit for the most part (in a good natured way) #anyway. hits post cutely (i am so fucking tired)

[gentaroukisaragi]

#killing the other friends was still a dick move #This is such a hell of an exit for this character. i havent really seen it before #which i think just belies my lack of showa toku in general but #it was nice. soft. basically talking about burn out before the term achieved major social awareness #and honestly a very nice end to his arc. Go was constantly manipulated and/or pushed by the adults in his life. #His so called allies belittled him. His actual friends (mostly Jo really but I'll call the livemen his friends) wanted to help him and he #turned away from everyone until there was no way forward for him #in case you havent realized i am sincerely adoring liveman #also since i was thinking about it: Liveman definitely has its moments inland and in the mountains and such. but between academia island #and like the astounding number of beach scenes i think i'll always think of liveman as a beach series. more like seaside sentai liveman #can you believe this post languished in my drafts because i was struggling to find the energy to add alt text to the pictures? anyways #even though its months after the fact i still believe in all of these statements

[pointparadox]

a lil wip of something I’m working on (mainly to hold myself accountable :0)

At a young age, Sung-Hoon came to the realization that while his parents might like him they do not care about him. The two were not synonymous; having his parent’s favor did nothing for him. It was the prerequisite to a fulfilling life: you are supposed to like your spouse and kids (and some parents even love them, but Sung-Hoon wouldn’t take it that far) and yet the Ryu family could not even get that right. 

In all ways Sung-Hoon was their golden child; in every way that his brother was imperfect Sung-Hoon was expected to round him out. When his mother worried about Sung-Joon falling into the wrong crowds Sung-Hoon was head of the student council. When his father learned about his fighting habits (though habits make it sound like the fights were mistakes and for Sung-Joon they were far from the sort --it was only a matter of time before he graduated onto bigger things like slaughtering women and entire families) Sung-Hoon, ever the pacifist, was there to clean his wounds and provide apologies. Sung-Joon never learned to cook—he'd come home from his detentions to find a bowl of ramen waiting for him in the microwave, courtesy of his perfect older brother. 

Whilst his parents never liked Sung-Joon they spent all their time caring about him. They cared about how his actions would affect them, jotting down contingency plans as if he was some untamed animal and not their son. 

Some days, Sung-Hoon wondered if they even liked him much. Outside of the external praise his existence allows them, was there anything new that he offered to their lives? 

It was a question that lingered: Do they love me, or do they love that I’m not Sung-Joon?

“One Day Robots Will Cry” -- A Ryu Sung-Hoon Character Study 

#tvn blind #ryu sung joon #blind 2022 #wip #ryu sung hoon #blind kdrama #blind tvn #its a draft so stay with me here just hear me out i know yall hate him but HEAR ME OUT #honestly this scene might not make the cut cause it's a bit out of place but i still really like it so

[la-cocotte-de-paris]

Noooooooo I think the script I'm working on should be a screenplay now

#*weeping* #a writer's work is never done #i mean it'll be more fun but holy shit how am i gonna get the funding...or a crew...cast isn't even on my radar yet lmao #i write for stage and end up on screen lmao #like it'd still work for theatre and i'm not gonna change it till i'm finished the first draft proper #but honestly trnasferring this to screen would solve a lot of my writing problems atm #transferring* #UGHHHHHHHHHHHH #this is so annoying #but visually i can already see certain scenes way better and would be easier to block etc for a film #i mean i've been wondering this since i began writing it but then i was watching a video essay and something just clicked lmao #like i'm semi convinced now #the video essay wasn't even related to anything i'm writing about lmao #roacc

[b0n3m33l]

Just finished the first 2006 Death Note live action movie and like tbh kinda thought it was kinda mid

I did get hype when L showed up tho so here’s the image i made when yelling at my irls about it

#maybe this is just me being a hater but i didnt. like it #like as an adaptation the things it added and changed werent interesting to me #and Light feels like super nerfed #like he isnt as cruel or pedantic or calculating really #and like he doesnt seem as adept as a liar #maybe the 2nd movie is better but the first one wasnt my favorite #honestly because theyre adhering closer to the og i think thats why it doesnt work for me #theres just not enough time imo to execute it properly and the things they changed didnt make it anymore like conscise #like the musical was good because it hit all the beats executed them well and the things it did add aided in its format change #the musical didnt feel hindered by it being a 2 and a half hour musical while this movie feels stiffled by its forced runtime #my favorite part was the last scene with L just silently eating chips while staring at Light #and then cut to credits with dani california by the red hot chili peppers #take all this with some salt tho i write this immediately after finishing the movie #maybe i just have to let it stew for a bit in my brain #also (not a critique of the movie) but i did not realize Light and Shiori were dating till like the end of the movie #like the scene in the art museum when light asks her to kiss just whoosh right over my head #alsoalso haiiii this post has been in my drafts for like months woops still have not seen the 2nd movie #death note

[starbuck]

my typical style of writing is so reliant on individual sensations (i.e. what one person is seeing, thinking, or feeling in any given moment) that i find writing from a non-singular perspective VERY difficult, but i got a lot of nice compliments about how i handled perspective in my last fic, which is honestly what’s keeping me going here… it’s a journey, but we’re getting through it.

#and by ‘getting through it’ i mean rewriting the opening scene AGAIN bc it’s still not flow-y enough for me 😂😂 #i need it to feel like a dream #that’s when i’ll be happy with it #but hey - i haven’t given up!! #i have a VERY clear outline of this fic now and i know exactly how it’s going to end - which is great #i haven’t actually picked a final line yet - but we’ll get there #i should probably start writing the scenes out of order honestly… i know exactly how the last part goes but i know the middle is gonna be #tough to write #like. emotionally that is… #and because i have to figure out dialogue which is Annoying #but i’ll be in a singular perspective again - so that’ll make it easier from a practical standpoint #plus I’ve still got a draft of that part that i wrote back in fucking AUGUST #so i’ve got something to go on there… #woo…. i am very tired!!!!!

[musical-chick-13]

I just got...the sweetest, most wonderful comment on a fic I wrote for the absolute most obscure fandom I've ever been associated with (as in, 9 years after this property was released, my fic is STILL the only one in the tag), and I'm SOBBING, THANK YOU SO MUCH MYSTERIOUS COMMENTER, I AM SO GLAD THIS HIT FOR YOU, YOU MADE MY WHOLE MONTH

#like...not that this is the reason I write fic. so I'm not going to say 'this is what I do this for' #but being able to bridge that gap between myself and a person I don't know and have them be so affected by what I wrote that they #talk to me about it certainly DOES make the process all that much more rewarding #honestly I was...literally considering leaving off the end of the Shitty First Draft of my current project #(which was. the scene that I started this for. but it was for the purpose of serving a specific function and I'm not sure it actually and #successfully serves that function) but. BUT. maybe it's still worth it because there are 7 billion people on the planet and ONE of them #will probably get it. and this fic (the one I just got the comment on) was the EPITOME of 'I did this for myself and myself alone' so I #/SHOULD/ FULLY FINISH THE OTHER ONE ACTUALLY. I /SHOULD/ CONTINUE JUST TO DO IT FOR MYSELF. ANYWAY I HAVE BEEN #REINVIGORATED AND I HOPE THIS PERSON KNOWS THAT I OWE THEM MY LIFE :')