#got a google doc open

[ryssbelle]

jd in the bottle would be SO cool like.. floyd+branch+bruce find clay and they all go to mount rageous n jd being like (happy tears) i tried to find you for years but you ended up finding Me huh - + finally getting confirmation that he did live

Okay that might work, I’ve thought about it my only hang up having been that I’ve seen it a lot (John Dory in da bottle) and I wanted to try something fresh but like I’m also someone who will just change things on a dime should it benefit the stories and characters and JD in da bottle would make for great character moments. Though I’m still probably going to draw little things from the other possibilities, I only really have two other things maybe, just for fun.

I’m still not sure about making this a big thing but I’m all for just having fun with it so if you guys have anything you wanna see lemme know!!

Also when I had first read this this is honestly what came to mind, the quotes are from Half Life but the ai is self aware lmao:

NTOO JD has Benrey Vibes sometimes

Bonus:

Sorry it’s sloppy I drew it in the car lol

#ryss responds #trolls au #not the only one au #trolls #trolls 3 #dreamworks trolls #yeah I finally got a name for it #I got the name off the google doc and also from across the spider verse from Gwen’s opening monologue #cuz this time branch is not the only one #wink wink #you can abbreviate it as NTOO or #N2 #cuz pronunciation #I’m working on clays and Bruce’s intro pages #or ref pages more accurately #but I keep getting distracted by asks and also silly thoughts #but I have them both sketched and Clays is partially lined #clays also includes vivas #I’m just trying to decide if I wanna add to her at all #cuz she’s like #perfect dude #can’t mess with perfection #tho I saw a toy of her with this really cute dress so I wanna try and merge her current outfit with it #see if can’t make something fun #Clay keeps his long sleeve sweater romper just with some minor changes #and Bruce gets a whole new fit that’s still reminiscent of his old one #just cuz it’s gonna be easier for me to color #I’ve also got a little comic sketched out of clays side of the cave in #I don’t want it to be too long tho so I’m trying to trim it down #my wrist hurts I need to pace myself lmao

[wifihunters]

y'all week one of being on adderall and with all genuine feeling this is wild in a very good way

#i go outside and like it?? its not a chore like walking an unwilling dog that is myself #i did have one massive cleaning bout but it was kind of a #'i wanted this done for the past month and now its just. done.' #opened up google docs and did the dnd prep the day before #and then opened up photoshop and started drawing #got BORED doomscrolling #i havent been consciously bored in years i just would dissociate and forget time and think i was busy #at all points i thought someone was going to call me a fake but actually turns out maybe not

[demonzoro]

trying to make friends with someone via ao3 is so funny bc it's like. okay i have to write a whole new good fic in hopes we'll have a chance to talk again. but keep it casual

#FIIIINE i got my google docs open #✨

[i-hear-a-sound]

#rwde #yeah no. no. im still mad about this #i overall think rwby is “fine” separated from the company and creators and it still genuinely inspires me animation wise #but whatever they thought they were doing with that ONE subplot was. just. not it. #at least it got me out of writers block *rolling up sleeves as I open google docs*

[saintshelby]

Brother I only just discovered that you also WRITE. You are very talented and I'd like to ask if you'd please be considering to do some more

Thanks so much for the kind words! I actually did have plans for the next chapter of Afterlife but I sort of lost the plot and haven't been able to pick it back up.

Just for you, here's a piece of a prequel chapter I never posted. Hope you enjoy it. 💛

It haunted him in the late hours of the night, when he closed his eyes for a moment's rest. If he was idle for just a fraction of a moment too long, it all came flooding back. It tormented him, the image of Alfie's body laying lifeless on that fucking beach. The blood soaking into his hair, staining the beautiful white sands. And the pain of being shot in turn did nothing to stifle the despair Tommy had taken with him long after he'd returned to his manor full of ghosts. Because, at that moment, he genuinely thought he could walk away from all of it.

But he couldn't. And he still fucking can't.

Tommy returns to the scene of his crime at regular intervals under the express and explicit understanding that they would be continuing their previous business arrangement. It would have been a waste to let things come to an end, after all. It was Tommy's suggestion. Alfie agreed. Bygones being bygones, he had said. Considering their past, Alfie’s particular standing, Tommy's wild ambition, for all intents and purposes and absolutely nothing more. But it was, of course, a complete fucking lie. That's the lie he tells himself. The lie Alfie goes along with. The lie Tommy wants desperately to be true.

And though he tried to stop, tried to give up the pretense, it was that same powerful longing that he hadn't the strength to deny which drove Tommy to make a desperate pilgrimage back to that place over, and over, and over again. And each and every time Tommy darkened his doorstep, Alfie greeted him with the same kind of warmth he always had. Though his face was badly scarred and he was now half blind, it was always the same fucking expression. One of delight, unabashed, loudly affectionate. And Tommy could never understand why.

Predictably, they hardly talked business during Tommy's visits. There wasn't much to talk about anymore. Tommy would settle himself in that same armchair and Alfie would sit across from him, hum and haw about rum barrels and warehouses as he always had. As if nothing had ever happened, nothing had changed. Humoring him. It was all just one long fucking con. A tired play at normalcy. A selfish attempt to ease his battered conscience. But it never fucking worked. The only thing Tommy had ever managed to accomplish was feed his growing demons. He would leave the same way he'd come. Full of darkness and unease. A growing guilt that was becoming much too difficult to contain. A renewed fear that he couldn't continue this. But he couldn't stop coming. And he found, if he thought about it for more than a passing moment, that he didn't want to stop.

Tommy finds himself in the car again one Saturday afternoon. By now he's traveled to Margate with such frequency he's sure he could make the drive with his eyes closed. And as he goes, he quietly ruminates on the imminent end that's surely coming. Because it has to be. Even now, Tommy can't help but wonder why Alfie enables this lie. What the purpose of all of this must be. For what reason would Alfie keep opening his home to the man who left him for dead on the very beach he now lives?

He thinks of this as he drives, as he always does, knuckles white on the steering wheel. He tries to rationalize that same question, over and over again, endlessly searching for an answer that simply isn't there. Tommy knows deep in his bones that he doesn't deserve this. Doesn't have any right at all to be in this car again, to be going where he's going. And yet he can't turn back. A purgatory of his own making. And he hates himself for it. For this. For everything. Why is he so fucking selfish?

By the time Tommy pulls up to Alfie's house it's dark. His fingers ache from their grip on the wheel. He sits there for several long minutes, staring out through the windshield. It's late, but the lights are on. The lights always seem to be on when Tommy arrives. Finally he gets out of the car and as he does he realizes abruptly that he's left his gun behind. He'll long for it later, after he's left, on the lonely drive home. He always does.

This time, Alfie's already standing in the doorway when Tommy finally finds the courage to climb the walkway. "Evening, Thomas," he calls out, voice boisterous and inviting. He's wearing a wrinkled shirt rolled up to his elbows and his suspenders are hanging off his trousers. It's a relief to see Alfie looking so warm and lively. Tommy regrets the feeling almost immediately, because he knows it's not a comfort he's deserving of. Alfie's expression is unchanged, open and honest as it always is. Tonight Tommy finds he can't bear to look at it.

"Hello, Alfie," he says quietly, trying to keep the tremor out of his voice as he quickly sidles past. There's a fire burning in the hearth when he enters the sitting room. Tommy gravitates toward it, craving the warmth. He hears Alfie pull the door shut and putter around behind him, talking about something or other that he can't rightly focus on before disappearing into the kitchen. The atmosphere feels relaxed in a way that he wasn't prepared for. He feels shame for finding comfort in it. It's getting harder and harder to live this lie.

Tommy's stomach twists. He’s just turning towards the armchair when he sees it. The glass of whisky, freshly poured, sitting on the table next to the spot he usually occupies. He stares at it. Startled. There had never been any alcohol present on any of his previous visits. Alfie doesn't drink. He can't even begin to understand the implications of it. Can't understand why Alfie would possibly want to put forth any effort to make him feel welcome here. The weight in the pit of his stomach grows heavier when Alfie returns with a tray of what is most assuredly bread freshly baked by his own hand accompanied by butter and jam.

"You're looking quite bird-boned these days, Tom. You can pick at that whilst we conduct our business." Alfie sets down the tray and gestures for Tommy to sit, but he can't move. Rooted to the spot by this apparent tenderness he can't fathom. His hands are shaking. He shouldn't be here. Shouldn't be doing this. The guilt is a weight bowing his spine and he's going to drop it if he doesn't—

"Why?" Tommy hears himself say. Almost unsure it was his voice at all. He doesn't sound like himself. He sounds small and weak, like a child.

"Why?" Alfie parrots, looking at Tommy with a gaze far too heavy to hold. He laughs, but it doesn't sound right. It's hollow, humorless. "Why are we sat here in the middle of the night week after week drumming up whatever piss poor excuse for business we can manage, you mean? Honestly, Thomas, I was quite hoping you'd tell me that."

But he can't possibly. Doesn't have enough air in his lungs, enough strength to vocalize what he's supposed to say. What he needs to say. He's not ready for that, never will be, so he reaches for that blessed glass of whisky as his throat is closing up, can't even bear to fucking look at Alfie as he drinks just to fill his mouth with something other than words. He can't do this. Can't keep fucking doing this. Tommy grips the back of the chair so hard his knuckles turn white as the realization makes his blood cold.

It's already happened. His time has finally run out.

#thanks anon you got me to open that google doc #it was collecting cobwebs #tommy x alfie #peaky blinders #afterlife #angst #tommy shelby #alfie sololomons

[z-m-3]

Something someone has said to you that you’ll never forget?

“you’re going to burden me and it’s only going to make me love you even more”

#my only nation is you and your eyes are my homeland #you were being yourself and i thought to myself i have to have her #I got a google doc open where im recording all the little things I need to remember about you #have half my kidney and half my liver you already have my heart anyway #you’re the kind of woman someone marries #i’m thinking about your unrivalled beauty i’m entranced by you

[wereshrew-admirer]

you ever blink and realize you wrote a 3K introduction into what was supposed to be a pwp fic in a few hours... at work? woops,

#lately writing has been putting me to sleep so when i didn't start flagging as soon as a opened google docs this morning i just... #uh #got a little out of control #you ever fall asleep almost immediately after typing a sentence though what's that about #i'm an insomniac i almost never just fall asleep but god forbid i want to write something then it's zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

[moregraceful]

put 712 of the worst words ever put in a google doc tonight BUT! it is 712 more words in the google doc than i had yesterday. this fic will be more than 2k, so help me god

#the past six months have been so weird after posting over 200k last year (including the longest fic i've written since bandom) #i think i would have been fine continuing to post 1-3k one shots all year if i had not just had to request extended time off of school #but between that + having no idea if i have a regular schedule at the library + my nonprofit boss sending a harrowing welcome back #i'm like by god jason robertson we are going to take a couple of leisurely 7-10k+ strolls to get you a boyfriend or two this summer #well all that + being horrendously writers blocked on the other two longer projects lmfao oh my god #10k deep in one and every time i open the google doc a portal to hell opens up in my living room #0k into the other bc every time i open my outline another different portal to hell opens up in my shower #i get no rest. i get no peace. every morning i wake up and 5 more demons are- oh my god #bro my fucken train of thought just got completely derailed by spotify. i know i'm the last person in the world to know this but #3oh!3 and big freedia remixed rebecca black's friday?? and it's completely unlistenable?? girls what did you do #3oh!3 kill me bc no time traveler ever took their faces in hand and kissed them gently on the forehead and looked into their eyes #said ''please focus on coloradosunrise it will literally course-correct the trajectory of your career from frat house gimmick to #rowdy but respectable indie edm artists. you can remain true to your warped tour dirtbag origins but you HAVE to develop THAT sound'' #like the chainsmokers are a joke but i feel like THAT + ANGRY EMO GIRLS + THEIR TOTAL DISREGARD FOR MARKETABILITY... could have been THEM #when the piano drops?? hello?? i had so many mental breakdowns in college listening to that song they could have defined a generation #like who else is gonna get noah cyrus and ashe and gayle and olivia rodrigo's vision. only warped tour dirtbags. #me @ myself [so lovingly]: what are you talking about. how old are you #me @ myself: talk to me abt earth 2 in which 3oh!3 remixed i got so high that i saw jesus....and it whipped ass #also. i had to google how old i was. THREE TIMES last week. #the minute i turned 32 apparently i was like i'm in my mid-30s now the rest of this decade is NOT my business until i turn 38 #this post was supposed to be an uplifting reminder to myself to keep pushing forward and trying hard and to not let the rot consume me #but i think i just drove off a cliff like fully my god #i need listen to big freedia more she rules #fresno oilers.txt #another banner day in the tags with kasper moregraceful

[todayisafridaynight]

masato being grossed out by jo and masumi being together is so funny because. who do you think gave him The Talk? masumi braces himself to teach his son about safe sex and masato cannot leave the room faster. third worst day of his life

NOO BECAUSE THE OTHER DAY I WAS THINKING OF THE INEVITABLE SCENARIO OF MASATO GETTING 'THE TALK' AND IT MADE ME UGLY LAUGH

#snap chats #THIRD WORST DAY OF HIS LIFE #UNDOUBTEDLY arakawa gave him the talk. To Them Both arakawa is masato's DAD dad right #would be funny as hell if sawashiro was there too tho.... whole family's getting a sex ed class ☠️ #the mental image of masato desperately trying to wheel himself out of the room is going to make me throw up laughing #he tryna be lightning mcqueen SOOOOOO badly with how hard he tryna push his wheels #i could only burst a lung at the thought of sawashiro /trying/ to explain sex. like son HE barely understands how it works #he does not have the tact to explain it to a teenager Do Not Let Him Try. or let him it'll be funny #THE COMEDY OF THE POTENTIAL OF THE WHOLE 'remember to use protection' BIT IS LAVEKJLKJVE #1.) we're revisiting the Can Masato Fuck discussion 2.) Neither Of These Two Used Protection. Not Sawashiro Anyway #sawashiro sweating in the corner just. Yeah Uh. Yeah It's Pretty Important. You Don't Want To End Up In A Situation Youre Not Prepared For #and he got a fuckin thousand yard stare im gonna throw up #SEE IF THEYRE BOTH IN THE ROOM AND MASATO IS LIKE 'oh theyre definitely together' THEN THE PROGRESSION OF HORROR #EVEN IF THEYRE NOT BUT MASATO STILL HAS SUSPICIONS HE'S JUST 👁️‍🗨️👁️‍🗨️ never looks at them the same again #god. the more i think of it the dangerously close i get to opening google doc #its just so funny... ive never gotten The Talk as a kid tho so. uh. i have research to do

[ghastbutlikegay]

okay im now at a point where i just cant even START writing. literally what the fuck dude

#i have a big project im really excited about #and i wanna start writing #and im planning to start with just. the shittiest version i could write. #but i cant even start that #like ive got a new google doc open with a dumb name #font set to comic sans #and i still cant convince myself to actually START #[feral animal sounds]

[bylertruther]

...

#i think.... i am getting.... performance anxiety when it comes to writing omg..... #i opened a google doc to jot down some ideas that have been floating around in my head lately #and i suddenly got very anxious? girl what da hell................. #@brain can we not do this................. can we PLEASE not do this can we PLEASEEEEEEE NOT DO THIS..... #it even goes for my personal writing not just fandom stuff which is so SILLY bc LITERALLY WHY AM I ANXIOUS #ONLY ONE OTHER PERSON IS GONNA SEE THAT WRITING AND THEY'RE MY BUDDY.... SO WHY THE ANXIETY? #i hate it here. 😠 #ennyways.......... if anyone has ever related...... and has any tips...... shakes my can at u

[that-wizard-oki]

Me thinking about how The Wizard is the literal interpretation of the Hero with 1,000 Faces.

#oki says a thing #*ive got that m fucking autism plays in the background while i have 4 google docs open*

[rottengurlz]

I’m struggling deciding on Audra’s backstory because all I can think about is Audra being eaten out by Leona while they’re both sprawled over and covered in blood of the ripped apart corpse of Leona’s husband that she had convinced Audra to kill so they could be together

#I’m at war in my head between 2 ideas on how Audra got turned into an vampire #but regardless of what I finally decide on Audra will be doomed from the very beginning #every action she has ever chosen in her life has been to please/help someone else #she has never been allowed to be selfish #even with Leona she is forced to make the decision to murder her husband because she knows it will please Leona #Audra would have found a different way for them to be together where no one had to get hurt but for Leona this is the ONLY way #Leona craves power and control #even in the moment where her mind is hazed by lust after watching Audra tear apart her husband #she is controlling Audra she is controlling her pleasure and showing her what she did deserves to be rewarded #what she did deserved to be praised and worshipped #why would Audra ever let that go she has always been made to feel less than #and right now Leona is showing her even in her most monstrous form she is loved #I have other things written about how Leona would be whispering into Audra’s ear while fucking her from behind #she’d be praising how beautifully she killed him #how well she listens to her #every time I open up their google doc I’m like these bitches need to fuck!!!!! #and write the most disgusting sex scenes #disgusting in like a romantic way

[sexynetra]

❄️💧

❄️ share a snippet from a WIP of your choosing

“Shut up. I wasn’t staring. I hate you.” She griped, a last ditch effort to keep her defenses up, but Anetra just snorted and cracked one eye open.

“No. You really don’t.” She smirked.

“I really don’t,” Marcia echoed gently, moving a wayward strand of hair out of Anetra’s face.

💧 Share something romantic/hot from your WIP, or just something sweet if it's gen.

The soft bites and licks had Marcia’s head swirling, and she knew that there would be marks afterward, but she couldn’t find it in herself to care.

“Do we have to worry about your roommate coming back anytime soon?” Anetra breathed out, trailing her kisses up Marcia’s throat and onto her jaw.

#me? posting writing that isn’t boxer au OR rawnsyf? #must be the 7th sign of the apocalypse #anyways this was very fun #I got to dig through my google docs and open up documents I haven’t worked on for a while #should I continue writing my smut practice Lmfao I worked on that a bit and then abandoned it but reopening it I kinda miss it #it was a fun concept #that being said idk how to write smut so god only knows it could be horrible #drag race #rpdr 15 #drag race 15 #rpdr #anetra #marcia #asks #ask game #my writing #anarcia #anarcia fanfic #anarcia fanfiction #drag race fanfic #drag race fanfiction #adoordelano

[undefeatablesin]

*breathes deeply* My brainrot is so out of control at this stage, I cannot draw fast enough to keep up with my own demands lmao so I would like to know; would any of you also be interested in reading some fics about Ruza/her time in the hunt/her relationship with both Arianna and Adella etc. If I actually wrote and posted them? As like supplementary material to Altar and future comics especially. There is a whole series of moments that leads to where Altar started, so 👀

#sin speaking #(i havent writ fanfic since i was a teenager 5000000 years ago. but i never stopped writing in general. i just did it for rp instead LOL) #(but now i am 👌 this close to opening google docs at any given moment friends. THIS close.) #(my phones note app is just stuffed with scripts rn. most of them about ruza and arianna if that surprises literally anyone LOL) #(yes i AM being affronted by my own ship that i didnt even mean to ship but got infected with so bad it keeps me up at night.) #(i mean. im glad about it tho im having so much fun here lscldllffl) #(itd also be a nice way for me to expound on ruza as a character more hrrrmmmm) #(so yeah lmao if u would be down to read about my ruzianna brainrot as much as look at art of it 😂 let me Know.........) #(well. my ruza brainrot in general tbh too akdkslldls)

[jeezypetes]

Blank white screen on laptop: terrifying, impossible to write on

Small cute screen of phone: wonderful to write in short bursts

Wide-ruled page of $1 notebook: the possibilities are endless

#I’m still typing up the novel i wrote last year on paper #on my phone on the train. I really want to start something new but i opened up a google doc on my laptop and had to close it v quickly bc i #got scared bhbbhh