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18th Century Scotsman, high ranking military officer and 20 year old who failed science attempt to work a time machine

“Look, I think you stand in that thing over there.” Jo pointed towards a large, circular platform, surrounded almost completely by mirrors. “And then activate this by hitting the button inside. The only thing is I’m not sure how to make sure you end up in the right place. Time.” “Wonderful,” the Brigadier said. Again, Jamie peered over Jo’s shoulder. “Ye can’t just…tell it the right date?” “Maybe?” Jo reached forward and hesitantly touched something. The screen shifted, numbers scattering and rearranging. Jamie blinked in surprise, an unconscious hand reaching up to hold Jo’s shoulder. He didn’t trust this strange screen. “What’s that?” He pointed to what the screen was showing now; it looked like some kind of line, with numbers glowing under circles on the line. “It looks like a timeline,” Jo said, sounding uncertain. “Can you hurry it up?” the Brigadier said. “I don’t know how much longer it will be until they realise we’ve taken over their control room.” Jamie reached past Jo and touched the numbers reading 1-7-4-6. “That’s my yea-” He froze, realising his touch had changed what the screen was displaying. It shifted, revealing a rolling landscape of Scottish Moors and awakening a aching sense of homesickness in Jamie’s chest. It felt so near--like he could step through and be home. Home before everything had gone wrong. “Oh,” Jo said. She looked up, and Jamie followed her gaze. A light was glowing above the raised platform room. Jo turned back to the screen and started touching the corners. It shifted back to the timeline. “I think I know how it works!” she said with a grin.

#wren's writing #doctor who #classic doctor who #jamie mccrimmon #brigadier lethbridge stewart #jo grant #i was like YEAH this team is FUN and then realised. they have like. 1 scientific knowledge between them asdkjfhasd #jo is CARRYING #this is the jamie and unit shenanigans story again #it is Very Disorganized right now #but i'm having fun!!

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okay here's another one

“Can you fix my memories,” Jamie asked finally, breaking the silence. The Doctor glanced up at him for a moment before turning back to his work. 

“I don’t know,” he said finally. “I can’t get my own back to fix the TARDIS. My people are… thorough.” He put down what he was working on and stared at his hands for a long moment. “Jamie I… I shouldn’t have let that happen.” 

Jamie couldn’t read the expression--it was very bank, very empty. Emotions hidden behind a mask; a mask different to the one the Doctor he knew wore. He couldn’t read this Doctor, not like he had learned to read his Doctor, the Doctor who danced at the edge of his memories with a laugh and the sound of a recorder. 

He thought maybe this was an apology.

#snippets from a fic i might finish #wren's writing #classic doctor who #jamie mccrimmon #third doctor #this one is also the jamie and unit shenanigans story #i have lots of Ideas for this story #but figuring it all out is going to take effort lol #in the meantime have a snippet cos this story might never get posted

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Snippet of a Fic I might Finish

They made their way through the trees, and even the Brigadier was now picking up on the unnatural silence, stepping lightly. 

But the silence was a little too unbearable and eventually Jamie had to break it, voicing a thought he’d been trying to figure out.

“If you’re from 1972,” he began. “And I’m from 1746. How did I end up in your time?” 

“Hell if I know,” the Brigadier answered, shaking his head. “On an ordinary day, I’d say the Doctor was messing with time. But we’ve all been a little too preoccupied lately.” 

“Aye well,” Jamie said. Again, the mention of this Doctor person. Again, the strange heartache of something lost. Something forgotten. Something just out of reach. He shook the feeling away and kept talking. “D’we know what year this is?” 

The Brigadier stopped in his tracks for a moment, staring at Jamie. 

“Well that is an unsettling thought,” he said finally.

#wren's writing #classic doctor who #jamie mccrimmon #brigadier lethbridge stewart #gonna start posting more snippets so stick around #dunno if i'll ever finish these stories to a point of posting them #but i will have fun writing them and sharing bits of them #for context in this one (I barely know the context skdjfh) they got zapped into a weird forest while Investigating during Shenanigans #post series jamie dealing with amnesia my beloved <3 #i should title which WIP each snippet is from #but also i only ever come up with names AFTER the fact #well i'll call this story jamie and UNIT shenanigans #snippets from a fic i might finish

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Tumblr is not letting me edit so I guess a reblog.

Finally posting this because I keep forgetting it exists and also to open up for suggestions! Current hyperfixation is Classic Doctor Who, specifically Second and Third Doctor, though I'm not opposed to other suggestions so long as I know the characters.

I reserve the right to ignore any suggestions 😆

Here is your card for Bad Things Happen Bingo. Happy writing!

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Here is your card for Bad Things Happen Bingo. Happy writing!

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Here have a snippet of a fic I cannot promise I'll ever finish but ig we are reviving this blog AGAIN.

Cannot stop thinking about Jamie's watch

Jamie glanced at his watch again, and then at the bag of money in one hand. “Well, we may as well make the most of it.” He started striding confidently through the alien street, and Zoe hurried after him, a little annoyed at how quickly he could break away from her. Stupid long legged men.

“Hey, how does your watch work?” she asked.

“Eh?” Jamie asked, glancing at her. “It tells the time—y’see, the little lines move and point to the numbers, which—”

“I know how a watch works, Jamie,” Zoe said, with a little fire in her voice. Did he really think she didn’t know how to read a watch? Even if it was an archaic analogue one, she’d taught herself how to read those when she was a child. “How does it accurately know the time? I mean, you’re always landing at different...times.”

“Oh,” Jamie said. He frowned, as if he hadn’t ever thought about that. “I guess it just knows what time it is.” He glanced at it again, seeming to regard it with deeper interest.

A local time sync then—it probably had some kind of technology that locked onto the local server and connected to the clock. She wondered if it worked in more primitive times, before a local internet server or some equivalent, and if so how. Mentally, she reminded herself to ask the Doctor later.

#doctor who #classic doctor who #jamie mccrimmon #zoe heriot #classic doctor who fanfic #my writing #weeooo this blog might be back from accidental hiatus again #need to WRITE MORE so i can POST MORE #gotta post more snippets in general i think #snippets from a fic i might finish

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lore mode

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"Everything okay?" Cory asked, ignoring his brother in favour of his clearly worked-up best friend.

"Yeah, yeah fine," Shawn said, voice a good octave higher than usual. "Um. Can I stay here tonight?"

"Visiting hours are between 8am and 9pm, try again later," Eric's bed said. Cory leaned back to grab his pillow and slam it down vaguely where he thought his brother's head was. A muffled protest satisfied him and he looked back up at Shawn.

"Of course--but what's going on?"

"Thanks." Shawn didn't stop pacing. Cory frowned.

"How much trouble are you in?" he asked. "Do I need to wake up my parents?"

"No!" Shawn half jumped across the room towards Cory, then reconsidered and took a breath, running his hand through his hair. "I mean, it's okay. I'll tell them tomorrow, I promise. But I just need a place to lay low tonight, and Mr Turner’s out of town this week."

"Lay low?" Eric emerged from his bed, pushing himself up on one arm. "What did you do?"

New fandom whoops.

One day i will figure out what I’m doing with this blog. One day I’ll figure out how to write regularly.

#wren writes #boy meets world #fanfic

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I was reading some hermitcraft fics and came across of broken pasts and healing hearts, and holy shit it was incredible, best fic I’ve ever read. No pressure just curious, do you plan on writing more of that series?

Hey!

Thank you so much! I had a lot of fun writing that series and I'm so glad people are even now still reading it <3

As for more... I honestly don't know, but the likelihood is no. My attention span and interest in writing for certain fandoms wanders very frequently, and right now I don't have that muse to write any hermitcraft fics. Which is kinda a shame, cos I had some fun stories planned, and a lot has happened in season 9 that would be super fun to translate into that series.

So probably not, unless I can figure out how to force my brain into actually working on something it's not actively interested in 😅 I want to, but motivating myself is hard.

#wren rambles #of broken pasts and healing hearts #sometimes i go back and reread that series and I'm like dang this is good I wish the author would right more #anon #asks #probable undiagnosed adhd autism AND depression is a fun mix baby

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He who wishes to write but is cursed to only think and not do

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Probably the single hardest lesson for me to internalize in writing was that you don’t design a character you design a character arc.

One reason you as a writer might end up stuck with a flat or boring character, or one that just isn’t doing the things you need to create a vibrant plot, despite working out all the details of their life for hours, is because you’ve made the mistake I always do. You’ve made a character who is a blend of all the characteristics you envision for them, rather than saving some characteristics for the end of their journey. 

What do I mean by this? Maybe you envision a character who is a handsome prince, honest, brave, and true. In your plot, though, he’s going to be an antagonist for a bit but you don’t really want him to be seen as a bad guy, necessarily. But when you drop him into your story, he’s just… there. Being honest, brave, and true. 

That’s because the prince has no character arc. He is a static figure, a cardboard cutout. 

Let’s go a little deeper with a great example of one of the best character arcs in YA animation: Prince Zuko. He is, objectively, honest, brave, and true (to his cause of finding the Avatar) from the outset. But he’s also a dick. He’s a privileged, imperialist brat, who is rude to his uncle and vicious to our protagonists. 

By the end of the series, though, Prince Zuko is still honest, brave, and true, but he’s also a good person who has learned many lessons over the course of his trials and obstacles. He has failed over and over again at his initial goal of capturing the Avatar. He has failed at winning his father’s regard. He has failed at numerous smaller goals of day to day adventures. He has learned from all of these. We have seen his journey. But, if you started your vision of how to write Zuko from who he ends up being, he’s got nowhere to go as a character. 

It’s not just about what flaws he has corrected though. It’s about what lessons about life he has internalized. What flawed views of the world he has corrected and how. 

Rather than saying, “The character starts out a dick and learns to be nice,” be more specific. “This character starts out believing the empire he is loyal to is morally in the right for its conquests, but over the course of working for that empire’s ruler and seeing his cruelty first hand, not to mention fighting the empire’s enemies and mingling with its civilian victims, he becomes a better person and learns the error of his ways.” 

Already, right there, you have more than a cardboard character. You have a character who has an arc that molds to your plot. 

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Discovering my characters backstory by listening to music

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"came back wrong" this "lived wrong" that, what about dying wrong. my death will forever cling to you, leaving behind a slimy trail and a metallic taste in your mouth. my soul will forever drag you down like the heavy corpse of a long-dead god, who somehow still grants wishes. you can't tell which one of us is the one not letting go. you know not even your own death will end this.

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I was lamenting over the fact that I can't seem to write anything that's honestly happy, and wondered what others thought was better.

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help me

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Writer Issues

Writers Corner for more writing memes.

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writers when they have to write something for it to be written