#stream of conciousness

[little-tunny]

Sad, Sad Monster

#my art #comic #doodles #stream of conciousness

[ac1d6urn]

How To Rite Gud [Fic]

aka fiction stages, a summary

A bit of introductions first: I am a writer in a now-obscure fandom (what can I say, I am boring and consistent). I have a perfectionist streak, therefore I take notes on how to be better and even try to follow them. I have been reading fan-fiction since the last century. I have even written a few since the beginning of this one. Let me summarise what I wish I’d known about writing back in the day. Namely: How To Rite Gud (Fanfic or not.)

To write well, first, we need to start somewhere and document the scene and the mood, no matter how brief or unpolished. (Because this is a fandom I know, I'm going to jump straight into an old school controversial tumblr ship as an example. Ready? Set? Go!) (Ohnoes!)

Harry slammed the door angrily. Snape's snide remarks were annoying as usual and oddly arousing. The other man exhaled and realised that he wanted Harry as well.

All right, so. Now we have a starting point. We have conflict. And we have some semblance of character progression. But wait, we're not done (I've read a lot of drafts as 'done', trust me! But how do we go beyond that?)

First things first. At the first pass-through at our rough draft, we will need to choose one protagonist, the one that will learn from the scene the most. Once we do so, we will stick to that point of view. In this case, we are choosing Harry, so that means he cannot see what's on the other side of the door or what is going on in Snape's mind. He can try to guess it or wish for it instead.

Harry slammed the door angrily. Snape's snide remarks were annoying as usual, and oddly arousing. Behind the door he heard a sigh. Perhaps Snape felt the same? That couldn't possibly be true. 

All right then, all fixed! Easy enough. Onward.

The next step is to 'show not tell', in terms of emotion. The aim is to identify and remove every direct mention of how the protagonist is feeling (”angry”, “aroused”). We can show or hint at it instead, or we can project his feelings onto guessing how others feel, but Harry has to be the one doing the guessing or the admitting or the denying. In short, let's play a never-ending game of skirting around how the protagonist truly feels as described in one word, but show or hint at it instead with Harry's actions, urges, or dialogue. We'll leave the reader with the satisfaction of discovering the rest since that is one fun part of reading. Ready?

Harry slammed the door. He thought of kicking it for good measure. Snape's snide remarks were about as welcome as a blast-ended skrewt at a Sunday brunch, but there was something else, an odd and guilty visceral thrill, unimportant and untimely. Behind the door, he heard a sigh. Snape? What were the odds of Snape understanding how Harry felt: wrestling with being a freak? Impossible! No one would understand.

Now then. Better?  A bit. We're still not done.

Afterwards, we're going to expand and put anything that can become dialogue, a sound, or direct thought in that format. (Begone, ‘guilty visceral thrill’!) Harry (in denial as an unreliable narrator) is quite a bit of fun to play around with. This is also a good stage to add detail: where are they during this scene? Let's say the dungeons. Snape's domain. Dramatic enough?

Bang!

Harry slammed the door so hard that the hinges squealed and the potion bottles rattled in the aftermath. Bloody things deserved it too, every single slimy jar and every single beetle. If he kicked the door, would they shatter right in that pompous sod's face? Fuck it! Fuck it all! His ears burned hot, even after the ominous ringing stopped. That lesson plan was fine as it was! Great! Bloody perfect! But like a blast-ended skrewt at a Sunday brunch, Snape just had to leave his mark. It's not like the arsehole was teaching the bloody class, not anymore, Harry was, and Snape had no reason to meddle! So of course Snape was just doing what he did best, lurking about, waiting to rile him up. 

Prick!

He leaned forward against the door and pressed his forehead against the polished oak. The boards felt cool.

Someone sighed, right on the other side of the door.

Wait, what was that? Not Snape, surely, can't be. What were the odds? 

What did Snape know about being a freak? Nothing! Not a thing. No one ever does.

All right, now we're onto something. But we're not done quite yet. Challenge accepted? (Y/Y? Of course!) What we're after now is parsing through the draft with a fine-tooth comb, leaving behind no script of the protagonist 'doing things'. This means: no movie script; it turns into a personal real-time diary instead. (The "I am/he was doing the dishes" becomes "the water is too hot; I have to get a new sponge soon"). We are after the direct stream of consciousness, which means precision and detail, no ambiguity. Dialogue works, direct quotes work, immediate thought, concrete detail in recollection of memories or in current setting, anything! Please be creative with 'accuracy' of dialogue or any turns of phrase if it’s true to the protagonist’s stream of thoughts. Grammar rules be damned. Misconceptions, misunderstandings, and lying to oneself or others, depending on the character, is a fact of life. This is the perfect time to inject that into the narrative.

"- of all the times to act like a child!"

"Wait a second, I am not the immature arsehole here!” You absolute twat!

"Oh? Isn't it past your bedtime, Professor Potter?"

Oh, so be it! I’ll bite. "Fine! So what if it is?"

"Mr Potter, for once in your perfect, predictable --"

What's that, you arse? It was so easy to let go. Simply let go of everything. Of the door as well.

Bang! The door slammed so perfect and so satisfying, right in the middle of Snape's smug tirade that the hinges squealed and the potion bottles rattled in the aftermath. Bloody things deserved it too, every single slimy jar and every single beetle. If he kicked the door, would they shatter right in that pompous sod's face? Fuck it! Fuck it all! His ears burned hot, even after the ominous ringing stopped. His lesson plan was fine as it was! Great! Bloody perfect. But like a blast-ended skrewt at a Sunday brunch, Snape just had to leave his mark by pointing out the missing bits. It's not like the meddling git was teaching the bloody class, not anymore, Harry was, and Snape had no reason to meddle! So of course Snape was just doing what he did best, lurking about, just waiting to stab him in the back and twist the paring knife for good measure. 

Prick!

Pressing his forehead against something, anything, like the polished oak of the door, felt like a necessity, something to stave off the headache. The boards felt cool. Stable. Breathe in, breathe out. Right then.

Wait! What was that?

Someone sighed on the other side.

Not Snape, surely, can't be. What are the odds? 

What did Snape know about being a freak? Nothing! Not a thing. He wouldn't even think twice about tonight, hell, he already forgot about it. Did Snape even care? Was it all for nothing then? Their stumbling, stammering, starlit walk back from Hogsmeade. The Astronomy Tower, that slow twist and turn of the telescope as Snape's fingers hovered over Harry's, just for a second, and withdrew, with a nervous twitch...

Screw this. I'm going home. I quit!

So, we're onto something now. The last task is to tweak a few bits. The 'Sunday brunch' may become an 'afternoon tea party'. Italics-as-direct-thought is still off. The class, a Defense class (since Harry is kicked out of what seems like Snape’s Potions classroom.) The pacing is on the right track, the details intrigue us, the conflict is still there. We are getting somewhere. The emotions, the decision, the character progression in this scene (Do you still think I’m a child? -> I am done with you!) is complete. Whew.

And now you know the process. One scene down, a few more to go! (Onward!)

Honestly, this is how 1K drafts become 100K novels. The winning formula seems to be: one protagonist -> in denial with hints at deeper emotion (no explaining feelings) -> with thoughts and dialogue and bias on glorious display -> stream of consciousness controls everything else and all the surroundings or all action is filtered through it. ("The hinges squeaked and the light within was blinding and warm" instead of "he opened the door".) Needless to say, ease up on the plot twists, since writing this way is about x10 word count of whatever you’re expecting right now.

P.S. I've been told to 'finish the fic' already. I don't know what to say, it's a product of three short sentences and one evening and I have way too many drafts. So I'm sharing something better: a formula for making any three sentences into a functional scene. May it unblock you in your next draft. Please write something wonderful.

#writing #fanfiction #fiction #writing tips #writing tip #draft editing #pov #snarry #hp fandom #unreliable narrator #stream of conciousness #direct thought #pacing #dialogue #continuous iteration #show not tell #severus snape #apparently has a heart #enhance #ENHANCE! #proofreading process #snape #snape fandom #pro snape #writers block #fanfiction is fiction #ao3 is a blessing

[starlooove]

Should I be controversial? Anyways I think animatics and animation memes that use black voices jokes and culture absolutely contribute to the exploitation of AAVE by nonwhites. Like the black person -> black artist -> nonwhite artist -> nonwhite person pipeline is so real but the only way for ppl to grasp that would be for them to grasp shit like digital blackface and minstrel as a whole but starting from THIS convo it’d be laughable bc I genuinely don’t think that’s what those nonwhite ppl are doing HOWEVER let it be known that this kind of thing has very rarely happened with terminology from predominantly nonblack ppl. Like the closest I’ve seen is ppl using inshallah or Baka incorrectly and each of those is rooted in their own distinct branches of dehumanization and racism. On the other other hand when ppl mentioned that the way some of y’all used each thing is weird and racist there’s a significantly larger ratio of ppl who listened (or at least stopped) than when we say it’s weird that y’all use the ninja emoji to mean nigga or say gyat in the dumbest way possible. When black culture is discarded there’s always this wave of ridicule after that I personally haven’t seen anywhere else but maybe the hot cheeto girl thing which was partially rooted in in blackness as well.

Anyways my point is even if the vid makes me giggle I’m never gonna like one of those ppl drawing the characters using heavy AAVE and blaccents in audios and on a bad day I’ll block too sorryyy

#stream of conciousness #so a lot of this is just jumping from here to there #but I think it makes sense idk #anyways I do wanna clarify on my point about digital blackface and all #I don’t think that what these vids are necessarily doing #but I think to understand the pattern I’m speaking of u need to understand WHAT digital blackface and minstrelsy is as a whole #like in order to understand why the gold jewelry thing bothers so many poc (specifically SA black and latine ppl) #you have to understand the way white ppl colonize things like clothes day to day #so the issue isn’t some random white girl wearing gold but the random white girls pretending their moms weren’t calling it ghetto #and that’s just like. as succinct as I could put it #whatever

[unawware]

on home & estrangement

home is a one-syllable word with hundred versions of me attached to it. "home is where the heart is," they say, and yet with my heart so tenderly in my hands i do not find this strange, new city i'm inside to be welcoming. believe me when i say this uprooting and adjusting to a new place could've gone worse, but in my perception i believe i have been brought here through some error of destiny. where i'm staying, i stare at walls all day as memories of home rest in dark circles they've created under my eyes. the temperature is more or less the same from home and i can't digest the fact that this is my first summer away from there. summers back home, i recall, were of lazy afternoons so hot i'd never seen a single soul pass by my street. exceptions were ofcourse, househelps and local ancillary staff, leaving houses after a morning's work. twice in the afternoon until the evening, my mother would send me out to the front porch to re-fill empty pots with water for the birds, and scatter seeds for them to eat. i think now and i recall the different species that'd come to quence their thirsts- occasional mynas, yellow-billed babblers and pink pigeons— to name a few. i remember how the grey pigeons, who were in actuality residents of the terrace, would sometimes hog over the food and finish it in a matter of seconds. how my mother would scorn them— they are driving all the small birds away— she'd complain. now, i sit aimless in this apartment, where i can't even see the sky because the windows are obstructed by gian trees so decorated by crows. i think if the end of last spring, when i'd walk to creeks with my mother, music blaring in my ears as dawn hovered around us. i was oblivious to what the year held for me back then, how tragedies of all genres and corners of my life would come and take centre stage to teach me what real loss feels like. right now it is almost summer, and i am in the same state of ignorant bliss of what this year holds for me. we are already in the eye of april and the days testify me by being vacant and blank. i am obliged to do nothing, and the estrangement of a new city lingers, telling me there is nothing i can do, either.

#stream of conciousness #rant #writers of tumblr #writeblr #literature #art #chaotic academia #journal #poems and poetry #poetry

[awetistic-things]

An awetistic thing is having no idea how to make new friends and not being unable to use past experience because you don’t even know how you made the friends you already have.

awetistic things {415}

#i just talk about whatever comes to mind #stream of conciousness #only online ofc #autism #autistic #actually autistic #asd #autism spectrum disorder #autistic things #on the spectrum #autistic problems #autism problems

[nny11writes]

Glimmer would tease with a knowing look, “So when are you gonna catch some baby fever, huh?” “Disgusting.” Catra would sneer, always grateful it sounded like a joke. “Aww, but you’re so good with them!” Bow would counter. And she’d smile, maybe flutter her lashes to get a laugh. If they took it as a joke it meant she could say it honestly, “I’m too beautiful for jail.”

#spop #she ra #catra #adora #shadow weaver #catra & shadow weaver #past child abuse #catra is a good person who knows she would be a bad mom and that's okay #OC kids for her to interact with #stream of conciousness #catra PoV #kinda related to #I passed through the darkness (and I came out singing) #so if you've read that you got some extra background on this one #me: oh boy I hope posting this WiP game will help me finish one of them :) #my brain: cool cool but what if instead we wrote a totally new fic with a new idea instead?

[aberrantbeast]

roe

#beasts art #sketch #digital #stream of conciousness #monsters #bug monster #something else

[basementdwellerinthestars]

A series of thin, interconnected caverns and tunnels created by water running beneath the earth, all interconnected in a spiderweb downwards. The largest of these caverns can just barely allow a slim adult woman to squeeze through.

These caverns are everywhere and impossible to see from the surface. Because of this, the greatest danger they hold is as invisible pit traps. This is worsened by the Golden Absolution.

Where, originally, these zones were harmless, the Golden Absolution has taken out the plants whose roots stabilized these areas and provided no replacement. Areas of high Golden Absolution are still semi-stable, but that just means danger zones exist in seemingly random patches.

What makes Pit Traps dangerous is not any creatures residing within them, but rather the water that creates them. The further down in Munova you travel, the hotter and hotter it gets. Many of these streams reach towards boiling.

Burns are the most common injury acquired in Munova purely because of these pit traps. Abrasions are the second most common.

#Munova #biome #fantasy #original fantasy #caves #cave system #caverns #holes? #pretty holes #that could be taken out of context #meh #not changing it #these tags? #stream of conciousness #no thoughts #head empty

[charms-of-earth]

my favorite thing lately has been creating characters for the ttrpg demon: the fallen bc i get to find character pictures for both the demon form and the human form, the host that the demon is possessing. it’s like creating two characters at the same time and its a puzzle to put them together and figure out how they mesh, its been really interesting but i think i’ve been doing it so much that i’m feeling a little burnt out? like i have SO MANY ideas for characters and i keep getting inspired for more concepts, but the putting everything on paper and playing the character is actually sapping energy from me bc its the same thing every time p much. 

name, nature and demeanor (basically who they really are and who they pretend to be), house (what kind of demon are they) faction (demon political beliefs) and visage (what their primary power is that kinda dictates what they look like) is at the top of the page. and then it goes into the stuff that all WOD games have like attributes (physical stats, social stats and mental stats), abilities (talents, skills, and knowledges), and backgrounds (like how much money they have, how many friends they have, if they have any influence in the demon or human community, etc) and then you get into their lores, or demon powers and that can be fun to pick out bc there’s stuff like the lore of fundament which lets you control the laws of physics so like stopping the inertia of an attack or walking up walls or on the surface of water. 

some lores that i like are the lore of paths, where you can say like “i want to get over there safely and without being seen” and then a little silvery blue trail of smoke appears and you follow it to your destination and you won’t be seen or hurt in any way. another one is the lore of patterns, which is like looking into the future and making sure you’re in the right place at the right time and shit like that. 

there are demons who can heal people, move the earth like earth benders, teleport, create an army of ghosts to do your bidding, and speak to beasts and plants or control them/possess them. wow, this post got long. i wonder if anyone is still reading. if you read this far comment with the word pistachio and i’ll be able to see how many people actually care about my hyperfixations. 

anyway, what i was saying was i really like picking out a demon picture from pinterest and making and customizing a human picture from artbreeder. they both require a little bit of skill bc you need to know how to find pictures on pinterest to add to boards (not very much skill) and you need to know how to use artbreeder to breed images (more skill than you’d expect) and i’m not saying these things take more skill than actually making the art yourself, but for someone like me who can’t draw, its really helpful and even fun. and bc its been a hyperfixation for me i kinda haven’t been doing much else for a while now and it’s become a bit of a problem. 

i have other hobbies, sure. like taking care of my plants and coloring in adult coloring books and reading. but none of them hold my attention like building characters like this. anyway thanks for reading this pointless rant. i hope you learned something, lol

#stream of conciousness #help girl im hyperfixating #sorry im hyperfixating #hyperfixation #demon the fallen #world of darkness #artbreeder #pinterest #worldbuilding #character concept #my characters #character building #demon oc #ask me about character creation #ask me about demons #ask me about world of darkness settings #wall of text #idk what the point of this post is #sorry to my followers #sorry to my mutuals

[icedtabasco]

White Rust

Here, at the ass of the world, stands an island meant for glory.  An island dreaming for the cosmos.  But time never had mercy for the impracticals.  Rows and blocks spread, but dream-fuel never satiated bureaucracies.  Corporate strongholds built upon mythic marches of progress.  It's all for naught.

The island's iron rails like anemic veins, rusting along sparse underpopulated towns.  The withering behemoth of old industry chips away over the decades. Snowcapped, mountainous buildings rage on, as runoff trickles down its room-cave systems. Skipping holes and fairy toes on beams, hoping they'd hold.  Smithereens taking in the last hours' light, scattering amongst the dust.  Asbestos warding unlit offices executives of yesteryears made as war rooms for their next market conquest.  Factory floors blanketed with debris crunch as empty rooms echo empty nothings of the old ambitions of upward mobility.

Here on this lonely island stands the reach of old governance.  All promises.  All the best.  Cosmic dreams turned cold and dull, for life apathetic of tomorrow's good nights to lull me to sleep.  Contempt remains for the new, but nostalgia for the lost future renders me to just walk on and say:

Goodnight sweet life; goodnight street lights and heat lamps; goodnight dear friends; goodnight trash bags; goodnight winter hail; goodnight morning papers.  May I dream that dream again, even if it's the last time.  Goodnight!  And if tomorrow rises, take your bags and take your leave for the stars.  Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight!

#mine #stream of conciousness #will make a bumper out of this #eventually

[xmoonlapse--vertigox]

Stream of Conciousness

Time and time again

Unstoppable river

Of eternal flow we dive

Forward to a new era

Pessimistic choices once prevailed

Disintegrate to dust by love

As the sun rises through the clouds

Come forth a serendipity of sorts

Enlightened by our actions

Vector towards a simple answer

Idealistic truths

#poets on tumblr #poetry #thoughts #poets of tumblr #wizz's poems #my poem #my poetry #poem #stream of conscious writing #stream of conciousness #stream

[spymeister]

It is cold in the PNW. He has found himself a car blanket, his vents exhaling in frosty clouds before him. A faint smile curls full lips up, and he touches the faint point of ice here and there - dangling from conifer branches like tinsel.

He can feel his joints aching, his lines constricting- Polyhexians are not used to such temperatures. His place of emergence had been in the womb of Cybertron, scampering along like the scraplet he was along innumerable tunnels.

And dark hubs.

The temperature had never risen, nor fallen from the steady twenty degree Celsius. The atmosphere had been humid, unchanging- perfect for the small hoard of rambunctious sparklings he'd molted with.

Earth, though...

Earth is alien in all the ways that count. Earth is a planet of extremes, from the most frigid poles to the burning equator and all points and people in between. Music flows like the twitter of crystaldoves, and he finds himself in love with this place for more than one reason.

The human holidays are coming soon, and he's looking forward to the gift-giving and time-spending that comes with it.

For now, however- he's quite content.

Singing his song, and walking along his winter wonderland.

#stream of conciousness #little writing blurb #can be taken as a random starter if so inclined

[thisisnotahaiku]

Should I adore you or just ignore you?

Should the rain go down the drain?

I am filled (half empty) with vague pain

the kind that keeps you in loose chains

I can slip in and out with soft rage

and be sure to take no great pangs

From a great distance and almost always

This is how I love now, soft and grey

thin fabric drifting in and out away, away

#poetry #stream of conciousness #alt lit #writerscreed #poets on tumblr

[virovac]

Since I find the idea of “eternal elemental planes” boring for rpg, let’s mix it up and make them connected in a way to material plane in a way that would make any royalty in elemental domains clutch their pearls

Earth is the oldest domain, or at least being the first to become like its current modern version

Air could arguably be older, but many argue it split off from a larger more primal element with the development of prime material life and weather

Water is agreed to be the second to form, coinciding with the formation of the seas.

Fire: the younger sibling of earth or the child of earth and air, is the youngest though has partially absorbed the less accessible realms of molten rock. Some say it is only the prominence of sapient life using it that allowed it to become one of the dominant four, tapping into reverence in a way similar to the gods

#elemental planes #elementals #worldbuilding #stream of conciousness

[empty-cryptid]

A stream of consciousness by Bruno.

It’s cold. A good cold. 

His foot drips some of the clear drops as he lifts it up. 

The refreshing breeze cools it more.

He focuses on the feeling. 

The sound of the river. 

A comforting wall of sound like a blanket. 

It occupies his mind and fills the corners with softness. 

A mind not empty, but full of nothing.

His foot falls back to the water. 

As the current flows over the skin, he fills his mind with the feeling.

Tipping his head back, as he paddles the cool current, allows the sun to warm his face as the river cools his feet. 

He reflects on the contrast absentmindedly. 

A plethora of comforting contrasts flood his mind. 

Uncomfortable hugs that bring comfort.

Comforting food that’s hard to eat.

Being back with family is stressful, but it’s so nice to be back.

Uncomfortable comforts and all.

#bruno madrigal #stream of conciousness #my writing #almost poetry #there's a pun in here somewhere

[aberrantbeast]

discount sticker

#beasts art #sketch #anthro #furry #oc: lucy #stream of conciousness