#my writing repertoire

[earnmysong]

the lovely @bywayofmemory hit me up to share an old fic of mine! thank youuuu, dude! i've written basically nothing fictional recently, so this is actually a wonderful exercise! If they so choose, @andrea-lyn, @firstaudrina, @hondagirll, @goddesspharo, @megalong, @cashewdani, @semperlitluv, or anyone else that this appeals to should jump on the train!

i still can't believe how/where wanda maximoff ended up in MCU canon, so!

just another recovering heart (so don't let me down) [wanda & steve; wanda & team cap]

“You’re spending five more minutes in here while I short - ” [Steve] keeps clear of her injurious accent piece, instead guiding his touch over the affected area of her neck “ - this out. The whole damn jacket’s attached to you through this…” | Wanda copes with her time in The Raft as best she can.

#myfic #e writes #my writing repertoire #fic repost

[thatcrazycrowgirl]

#don't worry; I'm not giving up doing ones for Jacob and Arno (they are my loves after all) #again; I'm just trying to expand my horizons and try writing for characters outside of my comfort zone #adding to my repertoire; so to speak #Assassin's Creed #polls

[bootlegfrank]

What are your thoughts on current era mikey? Or as I like to call him, dilf mikey

Fucking love him, but I wouldn't call him a DILF tbh, he doesn't have the vibes. There's a certain modern Mikey (couple years back already) that just has the most appalling hair ever that is too much for me to handle, but current Mikey is so it babey. He's still all skin and bones but now he looks like he has actually lived life and came out the other side happier, and it's fucking infectious, I love looking at him. I was pretty far back in the pit at my MCR show but I caught a glimpse of him on stage every now and then and his energy just beamed into that whole venue. I love seeing him on stage and I love seeing him in Instagram stories doing his stupid little promotions I just love him.

#he looks like he has healed #which is also why i dont write him that often cuz it makes me feel bad putting him through shit hes like a happy little kitten to me #hes got things figured out and now IM gonna make him get hurt again??? let the silly be happy #and also i dont draw him cuz my skills are shite and i can only draw fringes #foreheads are not in my repertoire #mikey way #asks

[ladylynse]

I just remembered Vlad has fangs, and I'm suddenly tempted to request three sentences that's just a vampire joke at his expense. I feel like Vlad would either hate vampire jokes aimed at his ghost form or would take them as a compliment because that's the look he's going for.

Jokes? How do you write jokes?

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“I mean,” Tucker continued, “we can’t pretend sunlight hurts him, but you could skip the crosses and garlic and just go all Buffy on him with a wooden stake. Or an ectoplasmic stake if you can figure out how to make one.”

Danny snorted, but if he coupled it with Sam’s idea of breaking into Vlad’s house to decorate his bed as a coffin, Vlad might be suitably distracted (read: annoyed) and not see the ploy hidden behind the jokes.

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#danny phantom #dp #tucker foley #danny fenton #vlad plasmius #vlad masters #three sentence fic #three sentence fics #my writing #ladylynse #I have one (1) humour setting in my writing repertoire and it's irony #probably not very good at that either but honestly it's the best I've got #so I can't write a straight up joke #hopefully you can enjoy me poking fun at Vlad instead #rather than Danny taunting him in front of the townspeople

[gingerwerk]

whats it like to just come up with a silly little fic idea, write it, and then move on? what it like to not have to feel the need to only write 200k+ word fics steeped in deep lore and world building? is it relaxing

#i am attempting to create a new fic verse after essentially living in the same one for 6 years #if anyone wants to know how its going i currently have 6 pages of world building ideas #possible character lists (theres already over a dozen people) with their interpersonal relationships #and literally just the faintest whisper of a plot #do i love worldbuilding? absolutely #do i wish i could just drop some earth shattering 10k one shot fic and never think of that baby universe again? desperately #but its not in my repertoire. #kelly writes #yes it is hbo war that series is so ingrained in my dna at this point i can just start plugging people into whatever idea i have and run

[thedeadthree]

WHAT FORM OF LOVE DO YOU EMBODY?

tagged by @chuckhansen, @dihardys, @jackiesarch​ and @marivenah to take this cutest uquiz for my dears! ty so much! <3

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tagging: @griffin-wood, @blackreaches, @risingsh0t, @florbelles, @leviiackrman, @queennymeria, @aartyom, @adelaidedrubman, @heroofpenamstan, @belorage, @roofgeese, @loriane-elmuerto, @virassan, @yennas, @shadowglens, @saintsilver, @confidentandgood, @pheedraws, @arklay, @celticwoman, @inkrys, @multiverse-of-themind, @swordcoasts, @sunsetseasons, @rosebarsoap and you!

LOVE AS A RELIGION

[ love as the sole object of your reverence--nothing about you is holy, but maybe your love for another is ] when sappho said "in the crooks of your body i find my religion" and when the cast of les mis sang "to love another person is to see the face of God" and when halsey said "i found God, i found him in a lover" and when katherine philips wrote "to the dull angry world let's prove there's a religion in our love"

LOVE AS A HUNGER

[ love as ravenous desire, love as something fragrant and home-built ] when florence welch said "we all have a hunger" and when jenny slate asked "who will come into my kitchen and be hungry for me?" and when violet trefusis wrote "I want you hungrily, frenziedly. passionately. I am starving for you..." and when anne carson asked "what are we made of but hunger and rage?"

LOVE AS VIOLENCE

[ love as bloodshed, crimson as a knife slipped between your ribs ] when ocean vuong said "to arrive at love, then, is to arrive through obliteration" and when franz kafka said "you are the knife i turn inside myself; that is love" and when ada limon said "how do you love? like a fist. like a knife" and when richard siken said "sorry about the blood in your mouth. i wish it was mine"

LOVE AS DEVOTION

[ devotion: love, loyalty, or enthusiasm for a person, activity, or cause ] when ruth said to naomi "where you go, i will go, and where you stay, i will stay. your people will be my people, and your God my God" and when hozier sang "i'll be the dreadful need from the devotee that drove [orpheus] underground" and when deathcab for cutie sang "if there's no one beside you when your soul embarks, i will follow you into the dark"

LOVE AS A CHOICE

[ love is beautiful because it's built deliberately ] when casey mcquinston wrote "that's the choice. i love him, with all that, because of all that, on purpose. i love him on purpose" and when jenny slate tweeted "i just want someone to grab my little face and scream on purpose, on purpose i am going to care about you" and when jodi picoult wrote "after fifteen years, love isn't just a feeling. it's a choice" and when the good place said "if soulmates do exist, they're not found they're made"

LOVE AS TENDERNESS

[ love as gentleness after a lifetime of cruelty ] when ocean vuong said "sometimes being offered tenderness feels like the very proof that you've been ruined" and when pablo neruda said "like a jar you housed the infinite tenderness and the infinite oblivion shattered you like a jar" and when anais mitchell wrote "all i've ever known is how to hold my own, and now i wanna hold you, too”

#only if you want to of course! #oc: valentina zaman #oc: annushka zima #oc: caitrìona #oc: líadáin talovaire #oc: lioslaith mac ruaidhrí #oc: chiara de laurentis #technical difficulties for me yesterday made this a bit late :’) so if you’ve already done this please feel free to ignore! #VALSS NOW YOU DIDNT HAVE TO COME FOR HER LIKE *THAT* UQUIZ :’) #especially the ‘wiping blood from ur partner choice?” im fine IM SO FINE...... there’s a piece I want to write that may be inspired by that! #as for how her and the elder meet and get together..... so john was hired when she was younger to k*ll her parents by a rival of her fathers #so did she seek him out to ask for permission to k*ll the man now sitting in the seat her dad should be in? #OR that she already k*lled him and was asking for forgiveness? and her honesty (and that shes.. really pretty..) #was what led him to offer her to be his hand..? eyes and ears and the like? maybe? #UHHHHHH chiaras is totally not living in my head rn? it works so well for all 3 of her verses! uc! m*cu! jw! all of the above! #‘all ive ever known is how to hold my own and now I wanna hold you too...’ IM FINEE #awww lio and muiredach being love as a choice.. :) #LOVE AS DEVOTION LOVEE AS DEVOTION these two are ruining me with that..? lía and leon..? this is fine! #you are the knife I turn inside myself that’s love..? and hati and Marcus UHHHH giventhem as chars and their story.... TRACKS #adding ‘what are we but hunger and rage’ to anyas quote repertoire BC.... these answers read the girls for FILTH..! #that fit her to a t! its such a fitting answer for her and for her and ash! #leg.txt #leg.ocs #leg.tagged #TY SO MUCH DEARS this was so cute! I love this quiz sm <3

[lactosefreevanillayoghurt]

oh pirate tv show, we're really in it now

#yes i started watching #ofmd #much much later than everyone else #guys i am so wiggly to write fic again #want to expand my fic repertoire from just watt #want to write for good omens ans ofmd and perhaps wwdits though thats kinda hard its a hard canon to get into #but also!!! i need to write some enjoltaire becuause fuck #anyway #i LOVE the pirate show

[hanatiny]

this site is great I'm never leaving. because where else could you get an anon message starting like this

that, when you open it, blasts you with bible verses (gonna have to zoom in and scroll this second one, sorry!)

#like this is SO fucking funny to me #not only am I one of the least religious people you'll probably ever see on here. I think we all know what I have in my writing repertoire #to put it nicely ;)

[wanderingpages]

NO BCZ i can see you by taylor swift fits for rockstar au (for the prologue timeline), dark au, the professor au one shot fic and the step brother cardan fic it's insaneee!!

OH MY GOD NOT THE PROFESSOR AU

#asks #I always think it’s buried it’s way to the bottom of my repertoire #but then it pops back up again lmaooo #the visceral reaction my body got lmaooooo #okay but the professional line probably only fits in w that fic too 😭😭😭 #and I didn’t even write the stepsibling one yet omg 🫣🫣

[rahabs]

I learn languages for the dumbest reasons.

#Now in my repertoire: #Hebrew #Only partially so far and I Romanize where possible because I'm still learning the alphabet. #But it's there at least in part. #My reason for learning German was also dumb. #Yes it does all relate to history and writing. #text #chey.txt

[earnmysong]

fic ask game: ✄ and ✎

merci, my friend!

my editing process ... is laughable, my god! i don't make changes until i have a complete narrative, of whatever sort emerges. if i shift an incomplete project around, sometimes i lose momentum, scare away my creativity entirely, who honestly knows and it'll forever languish. usually, i only edit for misspellings, repeated words, or weird composition. and there is absolutely no set structure to my revision tactics!

readers would guess an anonymous fic was actually mine by...

the characters either referencing - or consuming - movies, tv, or music

finding at minimum one mention of coffee or chai

the boatload of affinity-laced banter

characters with (varying degrees of) tumultuous pasts getting to breathe and settle into their futures

alllll the hurt/comfort

a distinct lack of actual plot

#goddesspharo #fic symbols #thoughts: i have them #my writing repertoire #e writes

[grendelsmilf]

maturing as a child means growing out of the media you used to uncritically enjoy, now finding it to be overly simplistic and juvenile, and maturing as an adult means growing back into the media you thought you grew out of as a child, now possessing the analytical framework to better understand the themes and symbols within said media and to finally appreciate and criticize it properly.

#by the finale my brother claimed he no longer liked amphibia as much as he used to bc he felt too old for it now #that the writing felt ‘overly simplistic’ to him #and while I’m glad that hopefully means we can broaden our repertoire of media #to the pg 13 realm #I also have to laugh #because I’ve been appreciating amphibia for completely different reasons than he has this whole time #and I’m not even gonna bother explaining it bc he’s still too young to get that #I do think ppl who are like ‘adults who watch children’s cartoons are in arrested development’ are silly #like obviously there’s SOME truth to that #if that’s all you watch because you think ‘adult media is too violent’ or whatever #but there’s plenty of great media ‘for children’ #that you can only truly appreciate as an adult #media is like onions donkey . it has LAYERS #o

[jrueships]

sometimes i think about this real twitter interaction

#why did he have to make a separate writing app apology post for biting (serially) #and why was he forgiven #imagine getting into your dream job after years of hard work and sweat and blood and now you have to log on twitter #and respond to someone's bite apology post #and the apology isnt even really an apology because taking responsibility is not in his repertoire #the little period before the @ 😭 #when the warriorcats kid that wears a aurora borealis wolf with glowing blue eyes hoodie and smells like fish bites you #there really was just a grown man going around voring people without a care #and we just let him #why does he look like he typed his apology on a google slide with comic sans font #why does he have his own website #what was going on in the dark times #my colleague giorgio chiellini #sorry for the biting. will happen . Again.

[bbreaddog]

Heya!!! For the Out of Context prompts, 28 for Julie and any of the guys?

28. “I was thinking add-a-lee?” “Who? Wait, Adele?”

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“You wouldn’t happen to have any ideas, would you?”

Of all directions a conversation could take, this is not one Alex had expected when he poofed back into the garage after a chill morning out with Willie in another apparently huge celebrity’s backyard.

Julie has been desperately searching for songs to add to a playlist for what she’s been calling an anniversary party for Flynn, which isn��t for what Alex thought it was going to be.

“C-could you run by me what this is actually for, again?”

“It’s the one year anniversary of Flynn tripping over their own feet and falling into a pond.”

Alex blinks. “Uh huh. And this is significant because…”

“Flynn has an enormous crush on Carrie.”

“That… doesn’t exactly answer my question.”

“Carrie watched the whole thing unfold.”

Ah. “And they’re just letting you celebrate this anniversary? Actually, can we just backtrack for a second to the fact that you made the effort to remember the date in the first place?

“Okay, so what if I did? It was funny,” Julie shrugs. “And, well…” she hesitates. “She’s not not letting me do this…”

Alex heaves a sigh and looks at her. “It’s a surprise party, isn’t it?”

Julie smiles at him sheepishly. Alex pokes his tongue in his cheek, hoping he’s covering his eye roll enough by turning to face the doors. At least Luke and Reggie aren’t here. They’d be eating this up like Hoovers put in front of 50-year-old dust bunnies.

(Quietly he wonders what Willie thinks of surprise parties, and almost immediately answers his own question when he realises Willie would absolutely fuel this chaos without question.)

Alex shoves his hands into his pockets and turns back to Julie, who no longer looks sheepish, but is now giving him puppy dog eyes that say “Please help me in making this the best worst party of Flynn Taylor’s life”. Alex shuts his eyes and takes a breath. He just can’t say no to that face.

“Okay,” he huffs.

“You’ll help?” Julie’s face brightens.

It’s not exactly an anniversary Alex would celebrate (although he and Reggie never fail to remind Luke of the time he copped a huge splash on the side of the road when a car sped through a massive puddle), but who is he to judge? Not my circus, not my monkeys, he thinks.

Except since Julie’s asked, this party playlist is their circus now, and it’s in dire need of monkeys. 

“So?” Julie prompts. “You’re a musician. Can you think of any songs?”

“I mean…” Alex shuffles. “You’re a musician.”

Julie scoffs. “You know what I mean.” She doesn’t hide her smile when Alex chuckles.

“Well,” Alex starts, “are you looking for any genre or era in particular?”

Julie considers. “I think it’ll be really funny if we threw in some, like, sad break-up songs or something.”

Jesus Christ, that’s funny? Is this a generational thing? Willie was right: he does have a lot of catching up to do.

“Okay,” Alex says carefully after a moment, “what about ‘Careless Whisper’ by George Michael?”

Julie cackles. That is not what Alex was expecting to come out of her mouth at all.

“Yes, that is perfect,” she says. 

Well, then. A win is a win.

After a few more suggestions, a couple of yeses, and a slightly hurtful “Are you actually being serious about that one?” to a song that Alex used to love blasting in his room whenever he was home alone, the playlist begins to take shape. Alex is actually feeling pretty good about it, grateful that Julie seems to be liking (most of) his taste in music. That is, until—

“M-modern?”

“Yeah, like something more… contemporary. Pop. Indie. I dunno, just something more from today.”

“Julie, I was crying in a room for twenty-five years—”

“—And Willie hasn’t shown you anything new since then?”

Alex flushes. “Th-that’s- I mean, they have, I just—” he glances at Julie for a second. “Stop looking at me like that.”

“Like what?” Julie smirks. Alex looks away, cheeks burning.

“You- let’s just- the playlist! We’re- we’re getting off track…”

“Alright,” Julie laughs. “So, know any music from this era? Or are you too old for that?”

“I’m not old.”

“Says Mr. Cried In A Room For Twenty-Five Years—”

“You know what, Julie Molina? I think I’m just gonna go now and not help you—”

“Okay, okay!” Julie pleads, arms flying out to stop him from leaving. “You’re not old,” she says, then flashes him a sweet smile. Alex turns to her and gives her a cutting once-over, pretending to consider. He perks up an eyebrow, prompting a giggle from Julie. 

“Alright, fine,” he sighs dramatically. “I guess I’ll stay and help you.”

“Thank you, Your Majesty,” Julie proclaims, bowing her head low. “I am so blessed to bask in your glorious presence and receive such generosity from thee.”

“Stop it, making me blush,” he says, pushing a shoulder forward and waving her off with the other hand. He grins when Julie laughs. It’s not easy being the funniest person out of the whole group, but Alex believes in honest work, and he’s willing to take one for the team.

The next few minutes see them listing off celebrity names and seeing what sticks. Alex wracks his brain for anything that Willie might have shown him. He’s already mentioned Justin Bieber and Julie had shaken her head so soberly that Alex was afraid to even think of asking why. 

Where had Willie taken him this morning? He thinks back to the massive multicoloured garden they walked through, garden beds separated by pebble stone paths laid upon lush green grass, translucent petals glowing pink and orange and yellow and red in the sunlight. Never mind that they’re made of air, Alex swears he felt the breeze on his skin, that he could see it brush through Willie’s long brown hair. Willie’s dazzling smile was so charming, their hand in his, the sound of their laughter, the playful glint in their eyes…

“Hello? Anyone there?”

Alex blinks, looking at Julie. “Huh?”

“Ah,” Julie greets him with her best customer-service smile, “welcome back. Where did you go?”

“What?” He breathes out a small laugh. “What do you mean?”

“You just zoned out for a solid minute there,” she explains. Then, her smile pulls up into something more sly and she tilts her head slightly. “Were you thinking about Willie?”

“Wh-what?” Alex splutters. “N-no, no. I was just…” What was that name? Willie did mention it quite a few times while they sauntered through their garden, and it definitely started with A… Maybe it was Abigail? No, Abela? “I was thinking add-a-lee?” he tries.

Julie frowns. “Who? Wait, Adele?”

Yep, Alex can burst into flames right now and his ashes can blow away with the wind.

“No, no, you don’t have to be embarrassed,” Julie reassures him. “It can be a hard name.”

“Okay, well,” he murmurs, face still hot, “is that… something?”

“Yes.” Oh, thank god. “Adele is perfect for this playlist. I can’t believe I didn’t even think of her in the first place.”

Once they select a few of Adele’s most heartbreaking singles to add to the playlist, they continue spending the rest of the afternoon filling it out until Julie deems it officially complete. She thanks him and extends an invitation to the party to him and a plus one.

“Absolutely not.”

“What? C’mon,” Julie whines. “Don’t you want to be there to enjoy the fruits of our labour?”

“I—” Alex sighs exasperatedly. “Okay, I’ll be there. But I am not bringing Willie.”

“Hm,” Julie muses. “That’s funny.”

“What’s funny?”

“I didn’t mention anything about bringing Willie along.”

“Oh my god, you are worse than the other two. I’m getting out of here,” he declares, striding towards the doors. His hand passes through the handle and he pauses. He swivels back on his feet and he hears Julie stifle a laugh. “That’s embarrassing.”

“For you,” she snickers.

“Yeah, I got that.” He grunts. “Don’t know why I put up with you, honestly…”

“Because you love meeeee.”

“Alright, don’t get ahead of yourself,” he mock-scowls. He can’t hold that face for long when he sees Julie’s gap-toothed grin, and breaks into a grin of his own. “Just… don’t mention any of this to Luke or Reggie. They’ll go wild over this.”

“Oh, I know. They gave me the idea in the first place.”

Of course they did. It’s like he’s the only sane person here. “I gotta leave right now,” he mutters.

Julie laughs openly now. “Well, thanks for all your help!”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.”

“I love yoooou.”

“Love you too,” he grumbles, just managing to catch Julie making a heart shape with her hands at him before he poofs out of the garage.

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Send me an out-of-context prompt

#ask #jmrothwell #julie and the phantoms #julie molina #alex mercer #flynn taylor #carrie wilson #reggie peters #luke patterson #willie ortega #jatp #jatp fic #mine #i write things #thanks for the ask!! #this took me so long to come up with a premise #but i KNEEEWWWW it had to be Julie and alex #i can see reggie saying that line actually but my sweet boy has learnt nothing since first appearing in the garage except for boys pretty #and luke……..i feel like he’s so stubborn about music he listens to. like it HAS to be rock or nothing #coward….don’t you know how much your songwriting could improve if you just expanded your listening repertoire even by a little…… #the ideas you could take from other genres…….lyric ideas………the creativity you’re stopping yourself from exploring…….. #yeah nah. he won’t. at least not until julie forces him to #willex #flarrie #writing prompts #ask meme #out of context prompts

[humaintain]

They forced me to take it off.

I'll wear it again.

I was wrong.

This was my fault.

You both were right all along.

I should've stayed quiet and knew you were right all along.

<alt text starts> "Pakai lagi, nak," mama's fingers are digging into her wrist – her anguished eyes looking into Aisyah's, her voice rasped, the veins of her neck jutting out painfully – and it hurts. "Kalau semua orang ngeliat kayak gimana?" 

Aisyah barely held the choked laughter in. 

Of course that is what what mama's afraid of. Of being seen, and known.

Papa's voice slices through the air. "Aisyah," and she wants to flinch away. "Kurang ajar kamu bikin mama stres waktu Adam juga lagi begini."

He framed it as if he had no stake in this, but – the disapproval rang clear in his hard eyes. She knows he's right – she saw how the accident shattered her mother. She knows how mama immediately gathered and patched the broken pieces of herself up. She knows how tightly mama smiled around the sniggers and sarcasm when the PTA moms visited Adam: a son she couldn't rein, and soon enough, a daughter gone wild. And here Aisyah was: fulfilling that ugly divination, her exposed hair swirling in the humidity and compressing those shards into dust – here are both of her children, dua anak durhaka, and behind them, a failed mother. <alt text ends>

#urban loneliness #gushes #i need to stop second-guessing how i write and just.... write #man not my fault most of the books i read are in first person #& i do most of ~exercising my voice inside my journal #😭😭😭😭 #i wanna read sooooo much stuff #i need to have a recent repertoire... my working memory sucks so b^d

[mishkakagehishka]

Double fans!!! God bless amen!!!!!!!🙏

#the look back scout tho... hello..... hello........... #a special spp.... #the mv outfits look so good but... paid dia😭 #does anyone need me to write an essay or two or translate something from/to the languages in my repertoire... #or do i just open a kofi HDBDBDBDHDJDJ #COMMISSIONS. would you guys be interested in commissioning writing from me? /lh