hey it's nanowrimo. i have tips bc i've done it about 34 times.
Don't edit. Ever. Stop it. If you just decide to start a new project half thru this one with all new characters, no problem. pick up and keep writing as if you'd already written the first half of that.
"but i spelled it wrong" whatever. "but the grammar" whatever. make it exist first. no time for sense. think like you're working on a typewriter. no backspace. only forward go.
Don't re-read further than a paragraph or two backwards. "did i mention the gun before?" listen - it doesn't matter. if you need there to be a gun there, the gun is there. put it back in once you finish the book.
"i forgot the specifics of X thing i already wrote" whatever. change it, make a note/comment to figure it out later, and just write what makes sense for the moment. "no raquel it's legit the characters name and origin" idc that character is now reborn as Claudius from Elsewhere. it's fine.
only you see your mistakes. nobody else knows. one of the ways writing and dance overlap - only you know the choreography. nobody else will know if you miss a step, so just keep dancing and pretend you meant to do it like that.
it's an illusion that you need to write linearly - from point A to point B to point C. Nah; that's just timeline propaganda. I've written a LOT of books out of order and just reordered them once i've finished. if you have a scene you'd LOVE to write but can't get there yet because of plot, just fuckin write the scene. I've always found its easier to establish "point F" "point J" and "Point A" and then wiggle my way between those scenes.
write what you WANT to write. 230 pages of smut? of well-researched discussion on bread? whatever. the point is to strengthen muscles however you can.
if you miss a day, a week, whatever. not the end of the world. we all have dry days. also time is a myth so u can do this challenge whenever u want.
as soon as you try to write for a specific audience, you kill your voice. you are writing for yourself. stop thinking about how people will take ur book. it don't matter. what matter is u, enjoying writing. i luv u.
play to your strengths. i have characters talk so much because i don't know how to write a plot if it kills me but i'm really good at dialogue so.
i love a flight of fancy. write a poem in there. shift tactics and write in code. keep it fun for yourself.
see what happens if you shift something major about ur main characters - gender, wealth, superpowers. or if you change point-of-view. or if you kill everyone in a big explosion. do NOT edit anything before this or after it. often these little weird one-off exercises teach me what interests me about what i'm working on. it is never what i thought. plus it is a fun way to add like 1k words.
stretch.
it's for fun and for practice. stop doing that project if it's giving you anxiety. once my nano was literally 50k words of half-started stories. just things i tried and tried and tried and wasn't able to flesh out. oops. but i am now 50k words of a better writer.
add dragons?
read books/listen to books on tape/etc. people often make the mistake of "buckling down" to just write. you need inspiration. you need to like. fill up on words. you need to remember how it feels to lose yourself in a story.
i don't have the time or space to really talk about this in this post but a lot of creative people turn to drugs/alcohol because it can help you be more creative. this is harmful, and walking a blade that only cuts deep. if you notice you and your loved ones are turning more to substances, please know i love you and i hope you are able to get help soon. i feel like this almost never gets mentioned because it's kind of a hazy underbelly to art. you are always more important than the work.
on that note. drink your fukin. water.
don't talk about a story until you've finished it. once you tell the story, it exists already, and isn't about discovery. i usually have a very canned "haha we'll see" response.
grapes :) tasty snack.
i love you be free.
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Your hands are bound. A length of rope coils around your wrists, knotted tight to keep your arms together, suspended over your head. More rope is wrapped around the taut muscle of your thighs, spreading your legs to put your tense, sweating body on full display. No use pulling; something in the hot, oppressive air — or possibly the rope itself — is draining your strength, heaviness sinking into your flesh and sapping away your will to fight. You're tied up, dressed like an animal for slaughter and just as defenseless… and you're not alone.
Against the warm evening light pouring in through the mouth of your cave, the familiar upswept crest of golden hair appears as though haloed in a blaze of fire. Narrow green eyes seem to flash bronze-red as they rake over your exposed form, lingering on your snarling mouth, your undeniable arousal, the strain of slick abdominal muscles attempting and failing to pull you upright.
A hand comes near your face and your jaws snap shut, threatening to bite it clean off.
"Easy…" a low voice murmurs against your ear, the hand returning without fear to smooth along your cheek toward your scowling lips. Without thinking, you open your mouth and take the digits inside, allowing them to stroke over your tongue without ever feeling the press of teeth.
You, on the other hand, can feel a sharp prick against your earlobe, the gentle bite immediately followed by the stirring caress of that voice, "Good boy."
Fingers pull free of your mouth with a wet pop, only to be replaced by a hungry tongue, delving between your lips with a taste of copper and steel. There's blood on the lips that seal over yours; fresh and still hot on the breath that fans over your face. It quickens with excitement as your hips lift up uselessly, the deep growl in your ears echoing the strangled one that boils from the back of your throat.
"You're gonna kill me," that dark, Saiyan voice pants, right next to your open mouth. It's not a question. You can feel weight shifting over you, the squeeze of strong thighs straddling your hips, "But not yet…"
The sentence dissolves into a ragged moan as the smaller Saiyan's body drops down, the length of your erect cock disappearing slowly into a tight, familiar passage. The legs around you start to shake, "Not yet…"
One hand grips the tangle of rope around your wrists, while the other buries itself in your hair, seeking leverage as those hips start to move with purpose. Pinned by ropes, lean muscle and an avalanche of animal desire, you can't help but watch that savage, starving creature fuck himself with abandon in your lap, as willing and needful as ever before. You can't help but writhe against your bonds, moaning into that bloody mouth when it returns to yours without fail.
"Stay here," Kakarot gasps out, searing eyes intent, and crueler than either of you will ever admit. "...I'm not finished with you yet."
Anonymously send my muse a wet dream. Make them feel horny or fluster when they’re awake.
Recollection failed to offer any reason for how he found himself in this position. Wrists bound to one another, the rope used had been woven with purposeful intent to angle his arms over his head and bend at the elbows for trapped wrists to rest behind his head. Taut but not enough to restrict blood flow, it took but a few moments to register how his thighs had been traced over with more rope and made to be pulled apart to leave nothing to the imagination of his bare figure knelt on the stone floor of his own home.
The atmosphere itself felt weighted and filled with need, the reasonable action to pull and try to break free become nothing more than an acceptance of his state once it became known that, for whatever reason, the surpassing strength of his body refused to be summoned as the ropes held firm. Something should’ve clicked within that proud head that this wasn’t something to be overly calm about. Accepting, even, with being left alone and powerless against the bonds restricting his body. Then again.. it was something else that took a larger portion of his mind in those moments, aching to be stimulated as he couldn’t do anything himself. Similar but there was something more to it that he couldn’t put his finger to.. something that made his situation less of a fearful realization and more of a prelude towards another, nameless revelation. The heat of his body strained to have what it craved, restless and unsatisfied to the point that even the ropes became a small sensuality as they rubbed against the muscle they bound. Contradiction bred within a head already fogged over with need, comforted only by the open, heated air that surrounded him despite the oppression of its pressure bearing down and the fact he could see the last fading fire of the day’s extinguished light beyond the mouth of his lair’s entrance.
It seemed beauteous in those fleeting moments... soon to be replaced by another source of gold surrounding a pair of splendid emeralds that flashed like kindling embers with the shiny, reflective layer behind their optics catching the sparse light within the hollowed cavern. Natural instinct brought fanged ivories to snarl and bare themselves, heedless of current defenselessness and desperate need plain as the full moon’s face between spread thighs. Quivering breath failed to procure much more than a low growl, attempts to straighten a posture failed with the loss of strength tied to his god-like existence. The vision of a hand reached towards him, Pride remembering itself to snap his jaws in abject warning for the next time will have severed fingers caught within his mouth. The only remedy to disarm such vicious teeth was one word murmured gently, as if only wanting soothe a tempestuous beast before that hand fearlessly approached as before.
Warmth of fingertips brushed against a haughty cheek, still attached to the hand they belonged to by some miracle worked in that single word, and journeyed towards what could be their demise. At any moment, those digits could’ve been severed right off the bone with a final, abrupt, snap of teeth but thoughtlessness instead parted the gateway past the scowl of lips and coaxed them within the hot cavern of a proud maw. Not once was he asked for any explanation for why his teeth didn’t decide to clamp down while those invasive fingers stroked over his tongue. Reward bestowed itself with a vitalizing bite upon the outer conch of his ear, followed closely by those damning words that caused mayhem within the vessel of the Brutal Saiyan. The wild thumping of a tail beat ruthlessly against the floor, choked breath caught within the low rattle of a groan and the worst of all was the way a neglected cock twitched at the mere utterance of two words. Clear fluid beaded at the tip of a flushed head, aching for the slightest touch as it wept in the wake of a mouth stained with the vibrancy of iron and copper taking claim in place of those teasing fingers. Ravaging, senseless violence between warring fangs caught in the tempest of their own making. Fresh as the kill of a recently slain enemy, the savage beating of a heart resounded within the cage of bone that contained it. Nothing could stop powerful hips from jutting at the air helplessly, vibration cascading from the vocals straining a growl reverberating with frustrated desperation than intimidation.
Breath allowed itself to replenish starving lungs once the vicious contact was broken, every word caught off that mouthy tongue that never seems to know when to shut up. Words seemed so unnecessary from the larger set of fangs panting, tongue swathing over and over the remnants of crimson staining upon a lower lip. Another taste.. another reason to indulge deeper into the fires of his own flesh scorching him alive. The promise of death never broke itself, the road to ruination a known factor between them since the first day that one of them will slaughter the other. The corners of a stained mouth perked up with the first, genuine warmth of a fanged smile..
Foolish and with wild abandon even for a silent mouth forgetting how to form words in that earthen language.. retaining that air of superiority but maybe.. for that ephemeral moment, he felt a sense of elation in hearing that voice speak of such grisly outcomes seemingly promised to him in due time.
‘ Not yet.. ’
Weight displaced itself over his lap, the pressure of smaller, muscled thighs squeezed around him before that attractive figure descended to release him from his continued torment. The crescendo of those vocals made Broly’s ears ring as that tightly packed body greedily took every inch belonging to him, causing his head to spin in the tight, hot walls of that straining passage adjusting to the girth. Battle hardened muscle quivered from both entities, choking breaths sharply staggering within lungs. Supporting leverage grasped upon the coils of rope around wrists and an entire fistful of raven hair, adding yet another stark source of stimulation with a round of gratuitous moans slipping free as that perfect enemy of his fucked themselves upon his cock. The urge to grab hold of those hips brought forth stubborn, futile attempts to struggle against the rope, trying to slip free to no avail as they held firm and rendered him at the mercy of another. Another clamor between stained mouths brought a muffled moan of undiluted pleasure running amok within the rushing blood coursing through every vein and capillary, bringing them closer to that aspiring peak.
Another break and those cruel eyes became the single visage of savage, brutal magnificence the moment onyx hues caught sight. In that moment.. he would’ve obeyed the sheer will of those unwavering orbs and remained there as vicious anticipation knitted his lower gut into convoluted knots...
Just to see that look once more.
The jolt of his heart burst with the startlement of an overheated body sweating with that same, irritating scorch plaguing him day and night. Nothing could cool his sweltering body as those vivid images replayed over and over in his head, every curse known to him in a multitude of languages sparked off his tongue in hateful revulsions but it couldn’t stop his hand from reaching downwards. Fists left their indentations against the flimsy walls of his den, the fine hairs of a frustrated tail stood alike needles as the limb itself vented out every single disdainful pleasure running through ignited nerves. The burden of need couldn’t be staved off long enough, not at his current state. Be it day or night.. that incessant fire burning within his skin refused to be ignored and even his dreams were of no defense with that bastard invading them in such a wicked manner. The enjoyment he felt in such shameful positions were nothing but deplorable, the cooling touch freeing him from that tormenting fire spurned itself in the hateful strokes squeezing at an erect shaft.
He’ll kill him!
He’ll Kill him...!
He’ll kill Kakarot!
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So this is a very random question but are there any foods that Riku could easily and happily eat loads of at a time?
To explain the sudden question, my friend linked me to a video of a show with the seiyuu that was suggested to you for Riku, Nobuhiko Okumura I think his name is??? But yeah, he and a few other where doing a challenge where they had eat a desert every minute for 45 minutes and omg it was one of the funniest things I've ever seen. Like he starts off so strong (And I mean strong, this man straight up inhaled a slice of cake in two bites) and then you just slowly start to see his soul leaving his body. I would send you a link but I accidentally deleted the tab so it's gone forever... But I think the channel was called something like Abema??? If I ever find it again, I will let you know.
But yeah anyway, I was watching it and thought "why can I so easily imagine Riku doing something stupid like this?" Like he got dared to enter a competition like this so his stubbornness comes out and he has many regrets afterwards. So yeah, if he were to be talked into doing something like that, what foods would it require to persuade him? Or would it not take much persuasion at all?
And honestly? Thanks for reading my insane ramblings, this was probably one of the dumbest things you've ever had to read so thanks for taking the time ✌️
OK first off thank you for sending me this, I absolutely ADORE when anyone asks/talks to me about Riku no matter how dumb they might think it is because as we all know I love my little scrunky and the fact that y'all come up/think about fun scenarios or facts or whatever with him makes my day so again thank you!!!
SECOND to be honest Riku is a real foodie so he's very much one of those "I'll eat anything" kinda people. I haven't really thought about any specific food he loves (although I could see him really liking cheese lol) he absolutely adores his mom's cooking and always asks for seconds. In terms of desserts and treats though I feel like he's a cookie guy :]
Third HELP I LOVE THAT IDEA SO MUCH?? I can imagine it really wouldn't take much to convince because as I said he's a foodie and he has a sweet tooth so of course he would be down for something as ridiculous as that 💀. A scenario that is starting to form in my head is like: Riku happily says that he would eat any kind of dessert and Akiren is like "oh really 👀 I don't believe you" and Riku is like "alright bet give me some desserts and let's do this". I can also imagine Ann would take part in the challenge because she is more chaotic than people think (also Riku brings out that side in her) AND she's totally doing it out of solidarity for one of her best friends and not so she has an excuse to eat as much desserts as she likes 💀. Either way both of them and their stomachs are regretting it big time but hey they had fun 💀
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