#creative wri

[harrison-abbott]

carrot cake!

Julie’s sister asked her to bake a birthday cake for her three year old son, Julie’s nephew. It was the type of demand that she couldn’t say no to. And yet Julie thought it was odd that her sister would ask her of that, because her sister had always mocked her cooking abilities, because they weren’t particularly good, and thus she wondered why she would put this pressure on her.

So, she thought she’d have to make a big effort on this cake.

Memories of cakes were quite traumatic for her. They clashed with recollections of disco parties were all the girls and boys were dancing in these spraying colours, all of them fucked out of their minds on E numbers, coke & cake. And there was that time when she first tried to drink alcohol when she was fourteen and she’d only had three big cake slices in her and then afterwards she went to a party and there was beer on the go. Julie only managed three beers and it poisoned her innards and she threw up in the toilet upstairs. And of course everybody took the piss out of her for being a lightweight.

Carrot Cake! That’s what she decided on. For the nephew, aged 3. Was that too posh for a little boy? Julie decided to buy posh ingredients from the supermarket, either way. And she didn’t usually shop for items such as this … and, Christ, the inflation (from the Ukraine war and so on) had popped up these prices megaload. Fuck me. The cheapest ingredient was the bag of carrots.

Whence at home she peeled the skins off of them. Then put the skins into the compost box and then took that outside into the garden and it was a blazing May day and sunny and unlike her country. The cats liked to shit in front of the garden compost bin for some reason and so she avoided their little piles of faeces as she approached it. Inside the bin there were wasps and flies all whipping about in small mayhem … and she had no affection for them and didn’t care whether any of the compost stuff struck them.

Back into the kitchen – Julie resought to the chopping board and she got the grinder to grind the carrots.

Then she realised that she hadn’t washed her hands after taking the bin out. So she put the carrot she had in her hand in the compost bin, imagining this story of food poisoning that would execute her nephew and all his friends coming to the party!

The washing up liquid was carcinogenic and therapeutic on her hands and she made as many bubbles between her palms as she could, rubbing and rubbing them together.

I can make a cake for my nephew she persevered, as the hot tap rushed and show them that I can bake. Maybe I can’t cook that well but I can bake. I’ve done that before! Just try a bit, Julie, just try harder!

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[what-amiafarmer]

In my dreams I am there again, sitting across from you. I start screaming and don’t stop until you are reduced to tears. Why is that not enough? 

In another dream it’s violence I choose. I pounce and hold you down, tearing at your throat and ripping away the skin and tendons until all that’s left is the gargling sounds of you choking to death and me covered in your blood. Is the only way I can feel remotely satisfied is if I kill you?

The dreams come and go, evolving over the past seven years but largely staying the same. I’ve wondered off and on if you’ve thought of me, if you even remember that night at all. I still think of you every day. I still have the same rage I did when I was 17, sitting across from you listening to your half hearted apology.

All these years later and I wish I had gotten up and walked out, I wish I told you to fuck off. I wish for so much even now. If nothing else, I wish you hadn’t raped me. 

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[memories-beneath-the-skin]

The look in your eyes, harnesses every emotion I've ever yearned to feel

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[l-michalska-writer]

bookplots for the book i'm writing / pt.1

I don’t feel like I’m yours anymore.

"Is that your girl?" "Yeah, it was my girl."

Is it too late to apologize?

There’s no way we’ll end up together.

Keep me guessing if this is life or hell.

I don’t know how to hold you in my heart. I never did.

Enemies don’t look at each other like that.

Our love doesn’t make sense. We hate each other.

You don’t know who I am anymore. I see it in your eyes.

I see it in your eyes, you don’t believe a word I say…

Suddenly it’s hard to breathe…

If you only knew the truth…

Suddenly it’s hard to hate her.

You don’t even realize how much you mean to me.

I know I mean nothing to you.

Remember when we fell in love?

Will it be worth all this pain?

If you could only read my mind...

No one could ever get me like you did. I miss that.

My soul still misses you.

You took something from me.

I only wanted someone to treat me right.

You’d break my heart and I’d say thank you.

I’m done asking if you’re gonna love me or not.

Loving you took something from me.

You’re no longer what I need.

Love can consume you, turn you into someone else.

This love got me so high and now I’m lower than I’ve ever been.

You don’t need to mean it, I’ll believe it when you lie.

You won’t get another chance.

Your words cut like a knife.

You left me broken.

Everything and everyone can be broken. You just have to know where to apply the pressure.

She told me I’m not enough. Not for you.

I grew up overnight.

I’m gonna pretend it doesn’t  hurt anymore. That’s what I do best.

Yeah, just shut me out. That’s what you’re best at!

The day he left, he didn’t say goodbye.

I would’ve loved you, you know?

Why do we keep coming back for more pain?

I know you said that we’re not talking, but I just wanted to apologize.

I’m sick of reminding you to love me like you said you would.

I needed more than you.

Only you can fill this empty space.

I don’t think anyone else would understand.

He needed more than me.

Afraid I’ll lose myself again in loving you.

When did you lose yourself?

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[letsberealgenz]

how to exit your lazy era — level up, stay motivated and make 2024 your best year🕯️

Firstly why do we even get stuck in our lazy era?

no motivation

you just faced a major failure

not seeing the results you want after working for so long

a way of procrastinating

an easy way to put away all your important task aside

“It’s easy to not do anything in life. It doesn’t even require any effort whatsoever.”

How to overcome this?

Plan your days earlier

Honestly we often hear people giving all sort of tips and tricks to be productive, but the thing is nothing works unless you have a vision for how your day is going to look like. Didn’t they say this?

“Visualization is the key to manifestation.”

2. Start your day with a boost of motivation

This is coming from a personal experience of mine. The only way I overcome my morning sickness was actually by quickly hitting the play button of my favorite motivational podcast as soon as I switch off my alarm. Now it feels like an autopilot mode. For real, try it out.

“Motivation is what gets you started. Habit is what keeps you going.” — Jim Ryun

3. Do what you love first thing first

Game-changer. It is one of the prime reason why I LOVE (not like) but LOVE getting up early after discovering the main hack of morning routine which is to do something that truly excites you to your very core.

It could be painting, reading, dancing, journaling, writing, singing, working out, walking, sitting outside sipping your favorite coffee, walking your dog, or literally not even doing anything. Whatever that soothes you, calms your soul and rejuvenates your being. BOOM! That’s exactly what you need to do as soon as you’re up.

For me personally, I love meditating, reading while sipping my coffee and just spending time with nature. The serenity and tranquility can’t be put into words to be honest!

“Slow morning is the recipe to my productivity for real.”

4. Sweating it out

Have you ever been in a situation (I'm sure we all have been in this one) where your body feels sluggish after lunch probably in the late noon? YES! It feels so horrible like you can’t keep your eyes open without consuming doses of caffeine.

Plus working from home is becoming a norm after the pandemic, therefore being stagnant is becoming more of a common trait that binds all of us together. Sitting still in front of your PC, sending emails through your handphone, recording content and et cetera.

This constant stagnation is actually preventing the daily movement our body needs to rejuvenate. Therefore, when we don’t get it that’s when the laziness kicks in. We do know the root problem right now and the root solution would be to move your body as often as you can.

Working out doesn’t need to fit into this standard practice social media has eluded us all by the frame of being in the gym. Honestly there’s more than that.

Hike

Run

Jog

Stroll

Swim

Sauna

As long as you are sweating, you’re good my friend.

5. Vision board

Vision board is one of the easiest, accessible and FUN thing you can do to get yourself out of the rut. I don’t think so we need to go all around again to get the gist of vision board but it would be incomplete if I don’t share this secret with you.

Make a physical and a digital board. The physical one plays a role to be sitting in a space where you spend most of your time at. For instance, your office, work-studio, hostel and et cetera.

And the digital one is as important as the physical one because most of the time we are indulged or I would say obliged to our gadjets these days. Therefore, by setting your vision board as your lock screen wallpaper is definitely going to give you the sense of awakening your mind needs whenever you feel you’re slacking off.

PS: Pinterest is a great tool you can start off with.

6. Use your bank balance as a source of motivation

This is such a good way to actually get you moving. It’s a source of trigger that makes you question yourself like:

How am I supposed to achieve all of my goals on the vision board if I am not taking any sort of action from my side?

That million-dollar home, vacation and experience is not going to come alive if you’re just sitting and wishing for it.

7. Read self help books

I am sure everybody who’s legit on 

Medium

 platform is an avid-reader. I am not going to speak about the power of books because you know it all. The key is just to pick the right books according to your current life’s situation.

The main gist today is to help you exit your lazy era. So here are some book recommendations from my side.

Atomic Habit by James Clear

Think and Grow Rich by Napoleon Hill

Man’s Search for Meaning Viktor E. Frankl

The Richest Man in Babylon by George S. Clason

Meditations by Marcus Aurelius

The Miracle Equation by Hal Elrod

Psycho-Cybernetics by Maxwell Maltz

The Concise 48 Laws of Power by Robert Greene

The 5 Second Rule by Mel Robbins

Think Like A Monk by Jay Shetty

The Power of Now by Eckhart Tolle

Stillness is the key by Ryan Holiday

PS: What’s your favorite self-help book? Reply to this.

Stick till the very end because I am sharing with you the main HACK that nobody talks about.

8. Design your environment in a way that motivates you

We all have heard the phrase how your environment influences you. The least you could do is be conscious of how powerful your social circle is, the people whom you hangout with, the people whom you work with, the people you choose to have relationships with and the place you choose to live in.

It’s these little things that makes the most difference in your life at the end of the day.

9. Step out if that’s what you need

Honestly, a change of environment is what you need sometimes. Our body, out entire being recognizes when we are stuck in the same space for quite some time and this could be the #1 reason why you’ve been procrastinating. Probably you could do this:

Go to your favorite restaurant/café

Work from the library

Honestly choose a spot where you feel you could really maximize your potential and somewhere that actually motivates you to step up. Do better!

10. Allow yourself to be lazy at times

AHHHH! This is the magic pill I was speaking about. I realized nobody seems to tell you this but let’s be real. The only way to exit your lazy era is by giving yourself room to actually be lazy. You can’t expect yourself to transform overnight. You can’t expect to be productive 24/7. You can’t expect yourself to meet all the high standards you’ve set yourself up to.

And I want you to know this. It’s okay to be lazy sometimes. It’s okay to catch yourself not doing anything sometimes. But always remember this.

You shall only reward yourself to be lazy when you’ve absolutely fulfilled the promise you’ve made. The tasks you need to complete. The assignments you need to submit. The thesis you need to work on. The presentation you need to deliver.

Trust me if you implement all of the above habits, you would realize this:

“It’s the small changes in your daily life that you needed all along for your long-term success.”

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[pariahmuse]

You’ll know…

When it feels like home, you’ll know.

-lvrgrl

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[poetic-little-doll]

We’re shifting

And the ground beneath us,

That was once so solid,

Has begun to give way. 

I can feel the vibrations 

From the earth go up my

Feet and shake my bones. 

I’m scared this is it for us,

But you’re smiling and telling me

Everything will be okay. 

S.Lilobell (That smile will be the death of me.)

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[jasminewalkerauthor]

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[whysosunny]

Point of view

“Bro, she is going mad; she punched me last night just because I forgot to do the dishes”, shrieks the guy. “But you told me that she is the best thing ever happened to you”, says the friend. “I lied! Honeymoon period was long over. She yanks my hair, kicks me in the groin when I touch her. Last week, when I told her it’s over, she threatened me that she would beat herself up, and put me in for domestic violence.” “Dude, you’ve been mistaking her all along”, remarks the friend. “Yes, she is the biggest mistake!” the guy fumes. “I don’t think anything is wrong with what she’s been doing to you”, clarifies the friend. “Are you f****ing serious?” snaps, the guy. “She is a storyteller who is trying to evoke different emotions out of you; unlike other authors, her way is via actions rather than words. Did you get it, lucky man?”, the friend consoles. The guy kicks his friend in the groin and says “Well, here’s the moral of the story.”

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[theink-stainedfolk]

The Moon Child and The StarBoy 

There was no mistake. Destiny never made a mistake. That was until Fate intervened. The Fate, the power even Destiny cannot control. This was the moment where, the star, fell on the moon.

Mani Ormani was wandering around the bustling market of Carran, the Starlight market. A very famous district,  which has multiple markets within. From people from another countries to small businesses to gypsies and street vendors. Mani never liked people. Maybe he did, but he never felt the urge to talk or understand them, yet he can read them with ease. Is that who they call 'freak'? he thought. Mani saw an alley, that had one to no shoppers. He decided to go inside. Few steps later, he saw a small shop. Not so small that people cannot see it, yet they decided to ignore it. 

The shop had a magical feel to it. Even from the outside, it was visible. There were star lamps dangling from the ceiling. There was a small shelf holding as many books as possible. And then appeared its possible owner. A guy holding his hair up in a ponytail, his dark skin emphasizing his white freckles all over his body. He was dusting the shelf. Mani took his chance and entered the shop. The owner turned towards him and smiled. "Hello sir! Welcome to Stories and Stardust." He was so intrigued by the boy that he didn't even noticed the shop's name. "Uh, I… am Mani Ormani?.." he said awkwardly. He boy was surprised. He didn't expected an introduction,  regardless he replied with a smile. "And I am Izar Tyrel. Pleasure to meet you. Would you like to read or make a wish?" This was one weird store.

"I'm….I'm sorry. This is my first time here….and i… i don't really know…" Mani stuttered, this was his first time making a conversation with someone. He never talks, other people talk for him. Like his cousin, who makes the right order at coffee shops, but he wasn't here this time.

"It's fine sir." Izar said. "Our firsts can be awkward and confusing. But don't worry, you have me to guide you. Please sit while I explain." Mani sat on a velvet sofa so soft he mistook it for a bed.

"Our shop, may not be popular, that's why you may be a hard time understanding us. We serve stories to insomniac and wishes to hopeless. Our aim is to reduce self harm. We make lockets from stardust to give it to the visually, physically and verbally impared, so they can make a wish on the stars so that their wishes may come true. Stories are also for the people who are tired from reality and need a break." He said. Mani thought why wasn't a shop like this popular, when many people harm themselves. 

"People sometimes don't want to be understood, like a puzzle not wanting to be solved." Izar said like he read Mani's mind. "Sometimes people like being alone. And sometimes they don't think this it the solution to their wounds, and think maybe giving themselves more wound will dull the pain. And most of all, people don't want to look vulnerable, in front of the people who they love, and the people they just met."

"Do you give company to antisocial people too?" Mani said after a silence. Izar looked at him with a look Mani couldn't describe for the first time. It was his night sky like appearance and Riddle like personality, urging Mani to know him more, to unravel Izar deeper. Izar smiled, "If that's what you desire. Then I shall provide you company for as long as you wish."

".....Thankyou, Izar."

"Welcome Mani. See you tomorrow. "

This phenomenon was known as 'when star fell on the moon'. The mysterious moon, giving up his usual behavior, for the charming and intriguing star.  The moon who has never taken interest in anyone, was for the first time, willingto be involved with a star, who he couldn't decipher. 

They say, a mystery loves another mystery…

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[theyoungwritersmind-aristanelson]

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[frxnchvxnillx]

omg not another author tryna get exposure 🫠

but hi i made this on wattpad and thought i’d share. i’m not really tryna have my work make it big. i just write what’s in my heart and my head and hope that through what i express people feel good and less alone. so if you like this you can follow me on wattpad where i will try my best to capture everything that begs to escape the confines of my mind.

(i will also admit it’s been a while since i wrote anything creative besides a journal entry so i’m a bit rusty and will accept criticism but as long as it’s mixed with love ☺️)

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[sunnyanddumb98]

BLEEDING BUTTERFLYS

CHAPTER 1 bleeding

She was so obviously worried about her period, all she did at brunch was not talk about it, fidget, and look around. On the other hand, she seems overly worried about being fired; she need not worry, not because she was excelling or even proficient at it, but because she was a personality hired. I myself, in college, worked with her for that very same reason.

—  I have a normal amount of shame— she excused herself  —  like promising myself to stay longer after a long coffee break, but it brushes away during the day, right? but not while you're actually doing the damn thing, right? I know Im falling behind. I asked for a performance review, and nothing of the sort came up, but I know I can see their disappointment. I can see that they reassign my task when we're in a rush —

I felt that way many times, and that is the reason why I took the gap year in the first place, a year to lay in bed and see your savings account running dry. So I understand, and I always understand my friends. I'm a little resentful of them, but I know there was no way she could leave work and do nothing for a year.

Anyways Vale was driving me to the edge, looking around, searching for someone, giggling to save herself from embarrassing stares. brushing away my concern with vague dismissals, I hate to see the hopeful expression on every chair move, every door opening, and every coffee order being called out.

He wasn't coming because he wasn't in her life anymore. Actually,  no, the main reason isn't her no-contact policy; the main reason is that he never loved her. He wasn't going to show up because there was no incentive to do so and he never had before. 

I would not show up either, perhaps before him. I warn her when in our freshman year, she was not listening, and she told me she could never. That it wasn't like that; I have told that lie many times before; I always lie, but groomers are patient and manipulative, and now she needed reassurance constantly, more than anyone could give or at the very least me.

She felt ill, so we asked for the check and left. On the walk home, she started to look blue. I have never seen someone alive look blue; I took a picture of her. Sometimes I feel like I only appreciate my friends for the memories that they can provide for me; a healthy friend is an unuseful friend.

— I haven't gotten my period this month — great! wonderful! Pregnancy and I hope and pray that she didn't tell him. In my experience, metalheads are prone to Republican views of the world. She was already a ghost of what she used to be. I picture her reclusive, raising a child in cheap, dirty, scary suburbs. making the best of it, in a tunic, being the crystal lady, or some sort of very ill-lucrative endeavour.

When we got to the door, I was sweating. My parents always told me to learn how to drive, and I always stated that I was a professional passenger. I could get a driver anywhere anytime, but not like this. Vale was curled up and bleeding, grasping at my shoulder while I tried to open the door, no cab would take us.

She bled for hours, and we sat in the bathroom with an analgesic cocktail and movies, legally blonde, clueless, and with a pampa illusion for the good old times. I was by her side on the floor over a towel, cracking jokes, and on my mind, I was writing my funeral speech. Perhaps I could turn this into a novel.

Once she fell asleep, I started to clean her out. While the warm water ran through her legs, I realized something in the blood was moving; the clumps were dying too. I rinsed them to have a better look; they were butterflies. She bled out the butterflies of her stomach. I couldn't contain the tears or the ache in my chest.

Vale, my dear sweet girl, would get over him. Perhaps it would take years, but she could, and she could be less vain and find a better job, one which she like, one in which she excelled, and if it was just a bad miscarriage, a dangerous one, she could adopt later in life, but this was bad; she was doomed; she could never fall in love again.

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[bitterkarella]

Midnight Pals: Delete the Data, Dan Backslide

Benji Smith: ah! the sum total of human creativity! Smith: i'll steal it! Smith: [screaming] NO ONE WILL EVER KNOW!

Smith: i have a simple ai recipe Smith: you just take a pinch of entergagement   Smith: a dash of synergy Smith: the stolen creativity & hard work of infinite real humans Smith: and voila! Smith: all the gray content slurry you could eat!

Smith: now you too can be a writer without all that pesky wri Barker: this fucking sucks Smith: ting Smith: uh Smith: wow uh so great feedback Barker: this fucking sucks shit Barker: do you have water in your brain Smith: wow so i'm hearing a lot of words

King: how does this thing work? Smith: well i took all your work & boiled it down Smith: now you can push a button and have ersatz stephen king content Smith: except you have to misspell stephen king for legal reasons Smith: like when they make you say "cheez" instead of cheese

Barker: you fucking dipshit Smith: wow good feedback! Barker: you absolute clod Smith:  really just want to hear all viewpoints Barker: you absolute fucking piece of human garbage Barker: sorry did you want to chime in here edgar Poe: no no you're doing fine

Smith: wow so all the writers really seem to hate my consolidated slurry machine Smith: but Smith: all the dead-eyed blue check crypto weirdos seem to think it's great! Smith: so who's to say what's good or bad?

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[breannasfluff]

Quick question, how do you write so much? I fight the words for an hour and have maybe 2 paragraphs of garbage but you pump out really nice work almost every day??? I have so many ideas but I can’t write them for love nor money

I write almost every day, or I take a break and switch it out for drawing. I generally can write a chapter in one go, so usually stock up some backlog to cover days I’m busy. Having multiple stories now means I don’t have that backlog of some, so updates are a bit slower.

As for writing tips:

1. Remove distractions. Shut discord, exit out of tumblr, mute your phone. When you are stuck, don’t go scroll social media. When writing, the only thing I touch the internet for is if I need to check a story item, like a character name, item history, etc. I cannot overstate how important this is. If you are talking to your friends, you won’t have a writing flow.

2. Do not edit as you write. Writing and editing are two different tasks. You switch between creative and critical thinking and it breaks flow. This is a scientific process and you can read more about it here.

Research electroencephalogram (EEG) suggests both heightened electrical brain wave activity and elevated dopamine levels during flow. In other words, your brain experiences both electrical and chemical changes when you’re “in the zone.”

But once you switch to self-editing mode, you move to the critical thinking side of your brain. You halt all of freewriting’s creative electrical impulses and pleasure-sensing dopamine levels. Your mind flips off one switch and turns on another.

3. Set a time, then be done. Give yourself 20 minutes and write as much as you can. Doesn’t matter if it’s garbage. You can edit garbage into something useful or you can chuck it in a bin. Just try to write, then take a break. Staring at a blank document for two hours isn’t going to make words appear and it just stressed out your brain.

4. Have an outline. Sometimes a magical idea just flows when you sit down to write, but generally not. Have an outline of what you want to have happen in your story or chapter. It doesn’t need to be in depth; for most of my oneshots I literally have a sentence or two at the top of the page. The story needs to have a goal. For example: Wild tries to teach Hyrule cooking. It doesn’t go well. Bouncing ideas off friends can be a big help! It’s why you’ve probably seen me post about prompts and suggestions, and sometimes stories are gifted to people. Talking through plot ideas can help you get a better outline or idea of action.

Misc notes:

Hate to say, but some of it is just practice. I’ve been actively writing for a little over a year with some breaks on and off. Making it a habit is a big thing for making it easy. It’s harder to restart after a break.

When I first started writing I tried to pick one aspect to improve for each story. Filter words, pacing, varying sentence starters, story arcs, etc. Fixing multiple things at once was too much work, but one item at a time was doable.

Filter words make such a huge difference in writing; I encourage you to look them up. It’s a PAIN to remove them in post, but it also taught me to cut them out. Now it’s unconscious and while some still show up, I tend to write them out automatically.

You can learn to write quickly, but if you don’t also work on quality you’ll just…write a lot. That said, it’s fanfic. Sometimes it’s just for fun and quality doesn’t matter. I’ve got plenty of stories that will never be posted because they are just for fun.

Some of it could be writing speed, too? I use a bot a lot of times for timing and tracking and generally average 30-35 words/min. Harder story topics are slower to write, like angst and emotional scenes.

I’m actually writing less this year than last, but I don’t put as much time into it. It also keeps it sustainable as a hobby, although I definitely hit periods of frustration. It can get overwhelming.

If you search my blog for the tag #writing advice or #writing tips, you should fine some other things as well.

This was rather frank, but hopefully helpful! Feel free to drop further questions and I’ll do my best to answer 💜

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[keets-writing-corner]

I need to talk about RWBY's Jaune Arc

okay this is 1.6k words, immaaaaaaaa put a cut

Okay so going into RWBY back in 2019, that was great right. I was in the middle of getting my degree in creative writing I was seriously burnt out from how formulaic stories had gotten for me, and then comes along my friend being all YOU SHOULD WATCH RWBY. And I said, SURE

now my friend knows my types and she nailed who my favorite character was going to be (Oscar) and she also nailed who my other favorites would be (Ren and Qrow) and I'll admit, 90% of my investment in RWBY was ya know, my favorite boys (Don't worry I love plenty of the girls, it just happened that my top 3 ended up being guys this time around). And wow RWBY was just such a breath of fresh air for me given all the story telling stuff I was learning about in college

and specifically, now that we're like waiting for volume 10 to be greenlit, I'm surprised by how much I've grown to like Jaune

I used to not care for Jaune/find him mildly annoying in Volume 1. He was the... audience stand in, so he had to be a little dumb. He was falling into a little bit of a stereotypical pretending to be confident to impress the ladies role. But ya know, I didn't hate him. He just wasn't my favorite of team JNPR

then volume 2 comes around and he has his whole IMMA INVITE WEISS TO THE DANCE WITH ME :D and I was not about that, it was pushy, and also, I really do not care for that sort of romance in the stories I'm engaging with, and then... it didn't go that route. He realized that Pyrrha wanted to go with him, that he had been unintentionally insensitive towards her, and pursued a girl who didn't even care about him who liked someone else. And Jaune just went "alright, damage control, gonna get Weiss what she wants and gonna give Pyrrha what she deserves" and that was the first time instead of being neutral or annoyed at Jaune I thought ya know, this guy... this guy has good bean potential. I'm interested in seeing where they take him next

And then there's Volume 3. He's been training with Pyrrha, he's been more supportive as a partner, he's been TRYING to be a good leader for his team, like he's not perfect at any of those but he's TRYING and he's lost a lot of the traits that I found annoying originally. Now he's starting to full step into the supportive wholesome leader role. And then, ya know the finale happens and just... ouch. Things were looking up for White boy, and the rug wasn't just pulled out from under him, it also slapped him in the face and threw him down the stairs

Now through Volumes 4-5 Jaune was still in the "I'm pretty meh" about him territory. There were moments where I found myself deeply empathizing with him, specifically in the scenes that showed him mourning Pyrrha, especially because well... I've been there. I've lost someone I was close with when I was 17 too. Extremely different circumstances but that thing where you put on a video of them and you watch it over and over and over because you so desperately want them back, that you're reaching for wisps and smoke of what used to be them all for a brief small chance to feel their presence again. And it's just, it's never enough. No matter how many times you watch the video, no matter how many times you replay their voice talking to you, no matter how many times you listen to old messages they sent you, they are gone and nothing in the world is going to change that. It hurts. It hurts so bad

this boy is GRIEVING

but, he was being bitchy. And look, I don't blame the guy alright. Grief messes you up as a person, it brings out sides of you you didn't know you had, it prevents you from being the best version of yourself. I. GET. IT. But he was being bitchy towards Qrow(aforementioned fave, special mention to that time he slammed Oscar ANOTHER FAVE against the wall), and at the battle of Haven, he initially let his grief and anger get the better of him, and ngl I couldn't watch. (To clarify, absolutely no shade to the writers, this was GOLDEN, peek character writing and whatnot) But that is what Jaune's arc is about at the end of the day. I'm not saying the other characters aren't grieving too, they absolutely are. But Jaune's arc has a lot more focus on how grief hurts and changes a person, how it gets the better of us, and how ultimately, if we want to move forward, if we want to keep going, we cannot just fight it and resist it because it feels icky. We cannot just sit in it because we hate what happened and happiness feels fake and forever gone. We cannot pretend the grief isn't there either.

Cue Volume 6 where he was mostly backstage, but all of this comes to a culmination at Pyrrha's statue and Jaune finally gets a moment where he gets to sit with his grief. Really sit with it. In a way that isn't anger, or repression, or wishing things had been different or that Pyrrha was there. He got to sit with his grief with the reality that it was. He lost Pyrrha. And it hurt. Maybe it was senseless. Maybe he really couldn't have done anything. Maybe it really does hurt so bad. But at the end of the day, it had been Pyrrha's choice to try and do something. And for better or for worse, she tried. And the rest of his team confront him. Ren and Nora are quick to console him, and join in on the grieving. And they also confront him about his behavior in season 5, where he believed that he didn't matter so long as his friends got to live. And here are Ren and Nora telling him, buddy, you DO matter. You matter so much. You matter to us just as much as Pyrrha mattered to us. We all chose to be huntsmen, so let us grow together and honor her choice even if it hurts. We can hurt together and we can take comfort together.

And listen, up until this point, when I was watching RWBY, Jaune was not my favorite. He never had been. He was just a guy that was there going through his own arcs. But after this key moment in volume 6, suddenly I find himself enjoying seeing him whenever he was on screen

for the rest of volume 6 he slips naturally into an empathetic leader. Stealing the ships was his idea but he let everyone take the roles they were good at, he played good support, he protected his team when possible. AND THEN WE GET TO 7 AND 8 and omg

friends

this is when I started loving Jaune. Suddenly, it's like he found a balance, he found himself. He was still hurting but instead of being angry he was being compassionate. He was still goofy and fun, but he was no longer annoying being respectful of people. He was no longer blundering about on the battlefield but he was moving with purpose and with skill. This Jaune feels like an entirely different character than the Jaune we first met back in volume 1. He's fallen into a character role that I personally love. I love the empathic leaders who are a little bit goofy. I love them to pieces. I love their level-headedness, i love their compassion. I love their gentleness. But what made Jaune special is that we got to see how much he had to suffer to get there. He was doing the best he's ever been, and he was being so kind and so humble (straight up, tempted to do a time travel AU fic or something with baby jaune and leader jaune meeting each other cuz they'd be so different)

Then we reach the end of 8 and ya know

THAT happened

and of course Jaune's arc is always about grief. But what a stroke of genius, have him find his footing and then REtraumatize him. ngl, I ALSO have been there, and imo the retraumatization is almost worst than the originally one, especially if you haven't properly dealt with the OG emotions because now THOSE come rushing back AND you've got new fresh ones to deal with. Call me a sadist. Accuse me of projecting my own trauma or whatever, but genuinely I loved what they did with Jaune in volume 9. It was *chef's kiss*. The unhealthy coping, the latching onto and hyperfixating on a single thing that ultimately is the opposite of what he needed, forced to be alone for decades, betrayed by someone he tried to help, being reunited with his friends without having processed or dealt with any of that and STILL trying to be friendly and kind and gentle to them while barely keeping it together- it's just SO GOOD

and ultimately he does break. But his friends are there with him, just like Ren and Nora helped him in volume 6. He's still the gentle leader he's grown into, but now there's just so much more to it, there's so many layers

I'm genuinely so excited to see where they take him for future volumes. He still can't dethrone my favorites BUT he has climbed the ranks of my favorite characters so fast that I wouldn't have believed you if you told me when I started watching RWBY that the character I found most annoying would end up being one of my favorite RWBY characters

soooooo yeah

I really love Jaune now

controversial opinion, I love his short hair

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