#writing styles etc but like

[imeminemp3]

ive made this post before but it's so weird being a fan of queen the way i am cause they're world fucking famous but those are just... my four guys!! my buddies. my pals.

#im fully in it i don't just. believe what i saw in bohemian rhapsody 2018 i did my own research i read books i can distinctly tell their #writing styles etc but like #they are just 4 funny guys to me!!!!!!! and i love them!!! #it's so different to like. being a fan of the beatles bc everyone knows all of their drama and stuff they're taken like.. way more for #granted than queen bc to ppl #wait maybe i meant it the other way around sorry queen are taken more for granted? do i know what that phrase means? #anyway people are just. used to queen without knowing much about them ig??? #average casual queen fan: ummmm freddie was gay and he died. #and that's like all they know about the band #i feellike ppl are more likely to know beatle bsides than queen bsides #it's also different from being a monkee fan bc LITERALLY all ppl know abt the monkees is that they did im a believer #it's not even that people only know the surface level stuff abt them like w queen. it's that no one rlly knows much at all!!!! #this is all like. very much an analysis of the modern age reactions to such bands of course #at the height of their careers ppl were more invested but now? not so #diary

[stuckinapril]

Reprogrammed my own brain by realizing that people don’t just get your devotion outright, but have to work for it. You do not go from 100 to 0 as people fault u. You go from 0 to 100 as they prove bit by bit that they are worthy of ur trust and patience. I used to be infinitely patient & understanding bc I thought that was my “gambit”—an initial investment I was hoping would beget more investment from the other party. I don’t do that shit anymore bc it has never served me once. I will show kindness and compassion to someone, but unless they prove they’re willing to put in the work to make a relationship work (platonic or romantic alike), I’m not going out of my way to emulate patience bc I’m hoping that somehow that will change them. Never ever ever. Humans almost always never work like that. They either give a fuck when they see you’re on the outs w them and change, or they don’t and you’re better off. It’s not “you’re worthy of my time until proven otherwise.” It’s “you’re not worthy of extra effort by me until proven otherwise.” And that may sound harsh but it’s healthier than the opposite approach

#Had this revelation after a conversation w a friend this morning and I had to write it down #Some people might think that’s too uptight and like thats fine but it just won’t be my style anymore to be so patient #W people I don’t even see the bare minimum from #Never again <3 #I won’t ever be a cutthroat person who gives no second chances or ruthlessly cuts people off or gives no grace #But I also won’t go out of my way to prove to people that I’m understanding kind etc

[pinkocowboy]

STARY !!!! i seem to favor blonde x stan ships…. they’re my favorite ever.

#south park #stan marsh #gary harrison #stary #bc i feel like stendy stenny style etc. are cute and all #but gary has had the most positive impact on stan throughout the show imo #and i feel like if they actually got to know each other more stan would work toward being a better person ! #i’ve watched this episode like 5 times now #i’m writing a 15k+ fic currently #they’re my everything… #also they kind of fit my enemies to lovers agenda if only on stan’s part lol

[communistkenobi]

another very silly writing rule I remember from high school english class was the idea that you should not repeat yourself in essays. books and essays that restate their main argument each time they present new evidence has always been very effective for my own learning, especially when the topic is complicated. the “no repeats” rule makes sense when it’s used to discourage students from trying to beef up word count and encourage students to properly synthesise their own arguments, but it was never explained to me in those terms, it was all just these writing axioms you had to follow to produce a “good” piece of writing

#book club #reading orientalism again and said has repeated his thesis statement dozens of times in the first chapter alone #and like it’s incredibly helpful that he does that #in fact I think one of the book’s biggest strengths is the fact that he constantly repeats his main argument every single time he describes #a new piece of evidence. like ‘see this fits my framework. and this. and this. and this. and also this’ etc #and I see it a lot in persuasive writing #relentlessly hammering your point is a certain style that cen be extremely effective #anyway just saying this in the sense of like #a lot of the issues with the ‘rules’ you learn in english #aren’t that they’re inherently bad it’s that teachers refuse to explain why #and just expect you to take their wisdom for granted at all times #I remember the no-repeats rule really hampering my ability to write early on in undergrad #and once I let go of it writing became a lot easier lol

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

ghost!toji x reader ….. hmmmm hm hm hm

#THINKING MANY THOUGHTS #one thing abt me is i fucking LOVE ghosts easily the best supernatural creatures ill forever die on this hill #anyway my idea for it is cliche but im weak for it ok 😔😔 #reader can see ghosts obviously. and ghosts need to settle their scores to move on properly #but toji is jaded and cynical and refuses to. he meets reader and is surprised they can see him but also doesnt really give a shit #but reader wants to help ghosts ichigo kurosaki style and ends up persuading toji to let them … #just. putting flowers on mamagumi’s grave… making sure gumi has a proper support system . checking up on shiu. etc etc #and obviously toji grows fond of reader because he hadnt realized how lonely he was #so maybe he asks for one final favor — for them to let him stay by their side for a bit longer .. #im also very much imagining this as a roomate au . toji crashes on your couch and you have to listen to his snoring from the bedroom <3333 #I JUST THINK GHOST!TOJI IS SO GOODDDDD HE’S SO SAD :(((( but also such a prick #also 100% the type to spook anyone who tries to flirt w reader and theyre like ??? wtf was that for. 🤨🤨 he ignores them . #scary dog priviliege except the scary dog is incorporeal <3333 protects you but like . transparently #need to write this someday #i have a lotttt of trouble imagining toji romantically though like that’s my whole father … #IM GONNA TRY THO !! #ari noises ✩

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

dawg my body is so ready for seeing your human versions of the gang. like the need to draw these sillies is JUST TOO DAMN GREAT--(please don't take this as "OMG HURRY UP", i'm just very excited to see your interpretations!)

well shit now i gotta buckle down on brushing up + improving upon my human scribbling skills, which - meager to begin with - have deteriorated due to Puppet Disease (and i say this with playful exasperation. i've been needing an excuse to Practice and this is a damn good one)

though i will say! i'll be adhering to the ~canon~ human versions we've been gifted via Clown's pokemon au. ofc since we don't know what Howdy, Poppy, Sally, and Eddie look like, i'll have to think of something myself

#like the canon designs we have are so so good why would i Not adhere... #i mean i might take some creative liberties here and there but yk yk #also... barnaby's kinda bear-coded ngl.... love that for him #and honestly i'm starting to consider like... writing this au??? tidbits perhaps??? #because i've got a lot more internal creative freedom since this au diverges so severely from The Main Thing #it's one of those aus for easter eggs & keeping characterizations accurate but some freedom to bend them #because of the circumstances of the au & the inherent changes involved #its a fun puzzle of balancing how the au affects things but also keeping things as recognizable / canon-compliant as possible #rambles from the bog #i really gotta make a tag for this au since apparently i will be posting more than Twice about it! lookie that! #ohhhh god i just realized im gonna have to do some outfit design #FUCK that is not something i'm very good at.... in my own life or on paper.... digital paper.... #well im gonna go do a human study #study some styles i like study structure etc etc #nothing like being truly Unwell about something to push that artistic drive & improvement!

[daboyau]

I was watching lilo and stitch and that “you can never belong” scene came on and I got this idea in my head for that, but with ROTTMNT. So since I don’t do edits or draw, I wrote it out instead. Don’t think too hard about the logistics. :)

It is cold, when Leo slips out of the lair. He can feel Mikey’s gaze on him as he leaves, raising goosebumps over his flesh. He can’t bear to turn back, knowing that his resolve would crumble immediately if he did. His footsteps are too loud in the loneliness of the sewers. His heartbeat pounds in his head. He keeps expecting to hear a voice calling out for him, or the soft sound of footsteps following him. 

But of course it never comes. Mikey had been so hurt. So sad. Of course he wouldn’t follow him. 

When Leo finds a portal into the Hidden City, he doesn’t hesitate to throw himself through it despite the danger it puts him in to be there. The sounds and the sights are familiar to him, yet nowhere calls to him as loudly as the lair had. It’s only been two weeks since he was first brought into their home. They hadn’t even wanted him there, and yet the urge to go crawling back is so strong. He had messed everything up from the moment he’d manipulated his way into their lives. Of course they wouldn’t want him. 

(Why don’t they want him?)

Leo wanders the back alleys and the side streets, letting his feet guide him to nowhere in particular. The picture he had swiped on his way out of the lair is stored safely in the pouch tied around his waist, and between steps he’ll reach in to slide his fingertips over the stiff paper. Just to make sure it’s still there. It soothes him.

He doesn’t stop walking until he’s far outside the city, tucked away in the scraggly rock forests that surround the Hidden City. The aching in his chest has turned into more of a twisting knife, the small knot of sadness becoming more like a gaping chasm. An open wound. A bottomless pit of longing and loneliness that he had never felt before he forced his way into the lives of the Hamatos. 

He hadn’t had anything to lose, before. He hadn’t known the kind of pain that loving something would bring. He wishes he could go back to not knowing. He wishes he could return to a life of never having to make the choice to walk away, to spare them all the pain his existence brings them. 

Leo settles on the ground, curling into himself, shoulders trembling under the weight of everything. When he closes his eyes, the image of Mikey’s face as Leo made his choice haunts him. Donnie’s quiet voice rings in his ears in the silence of the forest, you ruined everything, again and again. Raph’s soft squeeze on his shoulder lingers like a phantom. Leo trembles, tucking his knees to his chest. Then, he pulls the photo out. 

Raph, Donnie, and Mikey grin up at him. It’s almost mocking, how happy they look here. A reminder that they are better without him around. He hadn’t seen them smile like that since the first five minutes they’d found him, back before they learned the truth of how much of their lives he can ruin. 

He runs a careful finger over those smiles, then he squeezes his eyes shut and holds the photo against his chest. His throat burns, and the ache in his chest feels like a black hole that will swallow his body whole. He does his best to breathe through the pain and when he opens his eyes again, the light speckled ceiling overhead is blurry and indistinct. It reminds him of the stars they had taken him to see, wind tickling his skin as they sat on the rooftop of the tallest building of their strange human city and stared upwards at something beautiful.

“Lost,” he whispers to the open air, and he can almost imagine that single word floating upwards, towards the city and the sewers. Finding its way into the only place he’s ever found that might have one day held happiness. But only for him. Not for them. There was only danger if he stayed.

“I’m lost,” he repeats, words like some trouble confession, and hot tears roll down his cheeks.

Some small, selfish part of him hopes they’ll hear. He wants them to come for him, and to bring him back home. It is a stupid, foolish wish. It’s better for everyone that he stays gone. He can’t hurt them this way. 

He falls asleep with tears drying on his cheeks, and body curled tight around the only evidence he holds of a dream he knows can never be. 

When he wakes hours later, it’s to the sound of heavy footsteps over gravel. He jolts upright, heart pounding, eyes wide, and for one foolish, terrible moment he really believes that his family has come for him. 

But no. Of course not. When Draxum emerges with a weapon pointed at his head, Leo can’t find it within himself to feel surprised. He stares back blankly, shifting slowly to stand, halfway wishing that Draxum would just take the shot and get it over with. He doesn’t think he has the energy to raise a hand to defend himself. 

The gravel has left his legs peppered with indents and marks from where they’d pressed into his flesh as he slept. They sound like something breaking as they shift and crunch beneath his feet. Draxum’s eyes dart between those markings and Leo’s tear streaked face, before his expression twists into something complicated. Almost pitying. 

“Don’t run,” he says, voice low. If Leo hadn’t heard what true kindness sounds like these last couple weeks, he would have said that’s what he hears in Draxum’s tone. “Don’t make me hurt you. You were difficult to make. No need to ruin a perfectly acceptable specimen.”

Leo shuffles, eyes darting between Draxum and the stacked stones surrounding them. He makes a sound low in his throat, hurt and uncertain, but he does not bolt. Draxum smiles, already assured of his victory, and steps closer. Leo watches with wide eyes. 

“Yes. Yes, that’s it,” Draxum murmurs, careful and soft, like he’s trying to soothe a scared animal. “Come quietly.”

“I…I’m waiting,” Leo admits, and he watches Draxum’s brow crease. His head tips, curious. He’s not used to this side of his creation — quiet, yet resisting his orders. Leo shuffles a half step back, heart pounding so hard in his chest that he feels a little dizzy. 

“For what?”

“For…for my family.”

“Aahhh. There is no use in doing so. You don’t have one. I made you.” 

Leo shakes his head, hands trembling, photo creased from how tightly he is clutching it in his fist. The thought of ruining the only evidence he has hurts, but the fear of Draxum getting his hands on it, of him finding out about the others, it terrifies him in a way he’s never felt before. He can’t let Draxum know about them. 

“Maybe…maybe I could—“

“I don’t know what yokai fool you found, or what nonsense they’ve been filling your mind with, but banish the thought of family from your mind.” His voice has lost that careful, gentle farce. It is harsh and cutting now. A familiar sound that Leo had hoped he’d left behind forever when he ran away. “You are built to destroy. You can never belong. Now, come quietly and we can begin your reeducation once—no! No no, don’t run, don’t—!”

His voice fades as Leo darts through the towering stones, vines curling at his heels and snapping at his shell as Draxum tries to recapture him. The picture flutters from his fingertips as he trips, lost amongst the shadows of the stone forest. Leo sobs, but he does not turn back for it. It is better if it is lost; at least then, he may be able to move on. 

#Rottmnt #my writing #sort of a separated au? #There’s no real bigger story here #But basically the thought as I was writing it was #Draxum has leo and believes the other 3 experiments died in the fire #After 14 years leo decides to run away #He’s destructive and aggressive and also desperately lonely #Stitch style #And when his brothers find their presumed dead sibling mikey welcomes him with open arms #Raph is hesitant but affectionate and open to bonding #Donnie wants nothing to do with him but might possibly warm up to him over time #Of course any bonding he might do with his brothers is all ruined bc leo keeps messing things up #Hurting people #Ruining belongings #Etc etc etc #but he is beginning to love his family so so much despite how he can’t stop himself from hurting them #And when he hears that draxum is looking for him he makes the decision to leave #Mikey lets him go thinking that leo is making the decision on his own #Not realizing he doesn’t want to go #Anyways yeah #this idea put me in a chokehold and i wrote it in like 30 minutes at 1am #So i’m not thinking too hard about the logistics #rise of tmnt #rottmnt leo

[kakusu-shipping]

Sorry to say that I am once again coming to bug you about the Swatchlings specifically jgufhgjgk

The mental image of them parading you around is just sooooo cute to me and I must know more about your dynamic!! Whatever you’ve got on them!!

Also you should share about Watanuki and Doumeki, if that’s not too much!!

NO THANKYOU FOR BUGGING ME ABOUT THE SWATCHLINGS I FINALLY HAVE MORE TO SAY ABOUT THEM THEN JUST "Colors... pretty <3"

First of all I just found this term yesterday but it's perfect so; All the Swatchlings are Butler Caregivers.

They like to take care of a little like they're nobility. Bring them fancy desserts and finger clean foods and teas on silver platters. Button their shirts and tie their shoes just so. Follow them around exactly two paces behind, hands off unless absolutely necessary or directly asked for.

They like to use names like "Young Master/Mistress" or royal variations if requested, and play up the act of the cool collected butler who diligently watches over the house's perfect little bundle of joy.

They do tend to be. Pretty excitable though.

If their young master is looking particularly cute that day they can't help but squee over them. Cooing the sleepiest babies, or repeatedly pouring compliments over a little's hand chosen outfit that they put on all by themselves.

They're also all big Commit to the Bit types. Give them a role in playing pretend and they will play it as straight as Shakespeare, as serious as the most committed stage hand. This is their life now. Should they be the biggest bad in all the seven kingdoms or just a humble guest to a tea party, they are committed, and they are dramatic.

Their favorite activity is painting with their little, though will have a moment of panic if the baby, or surrounding area, gets too filthy. Their least favorite is Hide-and-Seek, just because they're all very quick to assume they've lost the child forever and will never find them again. Also if one of them looks in a hiding spot and sees a Maus then everything goes to chaos.

Each Swatchling is a little different of course, and I just tend to break them into the 6 colors to talk about so for specifics

Red is overly romantic, they love a story to read bedtime stories about princes who save princesses from dragons, or better to act at the princess being saved by their heroic knight. They're the best cook of the six but get depressed if they're missing baby time because they're in the kitchen making all the tiny food, so they tend to shove their responsibilities off on the other Swatchlings. They get lonely easy and tend to be just a bit clingy compared to the other 6, they need more hugs, kisses, and gifts than the others by quiet a bit.

Orange is a perfectionist who loves to pick out his little's perfect outfit, button their shirt, and tie their shoes just so every morning. He'll also brush and style their hair with little ribbons and bows if he's allowed. They're the first to go hands off when a little gets too messy for them, opting to go find a change of clothes for someone else to put them in to, that they'll then adjust as needed after they're all cleaned up. The most he'll do is gently wipe his little's face with a napkin while they're eating, but even that they may have to change gloves afterwards

Yellow is a lot more about the stuffie parties, especially ones he made. Serving over tea parties with all his little's stuffies, setting up movies and placing every guest so they can see the screen. He enjoys a good pillow fort with soft blankets and hot tea and quiet sleepy nights. What she hates is being the one who has to clean it up because she's the Caretaker so it's up to her to put everything back where it goes when blue eventually comes in and carries the baby back to their big plush bed. He just wants to go to bed but he's gotta take all these pillows back to their original rooms...

Green loves to be outside with a little. She wants to set up an easle and a canvas and watch her young master sit peacefully in the rose garden weaving flowers together to make wreaths and bracelets and crowns. She enjoys the babble of the brook and the rustle of leaves in the wind and the warmth of the sun. All idealized versions of the outside she adores. Heavy forbid though her little prefer to dig in the dirt, or stomp in puddles, or run and be loud and messy. She's more of a nice calm picnic in the sun outside type, not so much tag and red light green light red rover play outside type.

Blue's a music lover, they love to sing to their little or play the piano for them, write them little songs about how great they are or how fun it is to do basic chores like brush your teeth or eat breakfast. They're more of a bedtime caregiver, they love a sleepy little to listen to their lullabies, to rock gently and tuck comfortably into bed. They're the shortest of the six Swatchlings and just a little touchy about it, so little things like not being the first choice for carrying the little or struggling to place dangerous things out of a baby's reach would get to them. They're also the only Swatchling to place and uphold rules like Bedtime, Clean up, and Time Outs (if need be). They're the leader when Swatch isn't around.

Purple is the odd one out of the Swatchlings. She LOVES a chaotic baby, she loves a mess, splatter paint and mud and food fights. She loves bath time with an entire bottle of sudsy soap and lavender lotion. She loves toys all over the floor and snacks on every surface and open but not yet finished juice boxes. She comes across a lot more like an older sibling CG than a butler. She tends to get scolded a lot by Blue and is usually more on clean up than play supervision, however she's the only Swatchling willing to deal with a messy baby meaning she eventually has to be the one to step in and change her little's clothes, help them wipe up a spill, or get them ready for bathtime. She's the oldest of the six and the most mellow (but she still can't handle Maus)

#Emile's Writing #Deltarune Agere #CG Swatchling #Proship Agere #Thankyou for asking #This was supposed to be about my specific dynamic with them but it just turned general sorry kfjhkfkgfd #To be FAIR #This IS my dynamic with them it's just #Very removed from the actual Deltarune video game #Sorry. dskgfjdskjfk #I'll ramble about Watanuki and Domeki in another ask this post is too long #And has been drafted for FIVE HOURS #I had niece duties and then some food shopping to do fdkgjkfdjkg #I tried to make each Swatchling more about certaint art styles/types #So Red is Writing specifically Poetry #Orange is Photography #Yellow was at first Watercolors but now he's more Textiles/fabrics like sewing crochet knitting etc #Green was originally more broadly realism in general but now she's more still life/nature paintings #Blue is music #And purple is Childish. Splatter Paints and just scribbling on the paper and using the bucket tool between messy lines #So this is like. Those artstyles as CGs I guess #With additional silly Swatchling behavior like their excitement to see someone all dressed up and such #They are like cheerleaders <3

[sunshades]

One thing about canto VI is like. I see so many people predicting it'll be about Fighting Evil Wife or Breaking Codependent Toxic Relationship and I just kinda think that would suck? If the major theme isn't grief AND love and the way both are seen as like Kinda Weird/inappropriate in the setting of the city. Then I'll be very sad.

#bell.txt #not putting it in the tag i dont wanna spam but yes limbus posting yes girls will be thinking about mortal regret #LIKE. LIKE. remember the discourse on twt about how like it was bad writing that yi sang didnt mourn dongbaek etc #and like that was the thing right. thsts not a thing you do in the city. that was part of why roland (who takes lots after wh's themes) #was so exceptional. that is the whole thing about the sickness of the city #to say it in comedia literary criticism terms: sins are split between wrongly-directed love and excess of love with sloth (lack of love) #being an outlier. i think heatho and generally og wh is about excess of love and not wrongly-directed love. it is the thing that lasts #all the way to the other side. it is the shared coffin and meeting again in the next life #i think itd be AWFULLY disappointing to get some boring boring 'they make each other worse' take. being APART due to societal pressures #makes them worse and horribly lonely. death makes them worse baby. so in my mind thats it #we get to see cathy die or still be unreachable in some way and then in very roland style we get furioso mode #and then the ending is about recognizing the love that has in fact been there all along and carrying it with u. and hoping to reunite some #where some other time. NO more slander of that awful girl. YES to the comfort of the memories. #me typing over my foscolo notes like i can surely post about heathcliff really fast and not write a novel in the tags (unaware) #i have more thoughts about this in regards to ruina with xiao and some stuff from leviathan but in the meantime. listen to my ramblings boy #ALSO. considering that implication. he feels for her what queequeg feels for ishy. ARGHH. RIPPING MY HAIR OFF #ok actually its been enough hours to not spam ppl I'll tag it now for blog org. i should maybe have a tag for posting specifically #limbus company

[taegularities]

regarding: colour me in – okay – i've been wanting to ask this since i dropped cmi11, and i'd actually looove if you let me know 🥺 ! even if you haven't read the latest part(s) yet – which chapter would you say is your favourite so far and why? 🤍

#and: is there smth you've been wanting to see happen in cmi? trying to already gather ideas for post-cmi drabbles so i can plan the rest #of the series accordingly 🥰 #we love easter eggs in this household #plus once i know what ur fav chapter is ill know what writing style to go for in the future too!! (like.. more dialogue more fluff etc!) #obv the plot won't change and ill write what ive always wanted.. but trying to experiment with my writing!! 😁 #might do a commentary soon too if y'all were interested for one <3 #anyway thank you!! 🤍 #fic: colour me in

[good-wine-and-cheese]

I keep seeing these posts for writers about "how to avoid using the word 'said' all the time" and...like on the one hand sometimes "said" is the right word sure, but also I can't help but think about how I write because this is literally never a problem for me. What I write is more like...observations and actions I guess? I just straight up don't acknowledge they "said" things unless it seriously matters. Like

"We should get going." He was right, of course.

Or I'll have the character being spoken to take note of their expression/demeanour or something else. It more or less does the same thing as "said"

#writing things #I dont think one version is better than the other I just see posts like that and its like oh wow I basically Never use the word said #unless a character is like 'but you said x' in which case its dialogue lol #or if again another character is Observing. 'he said it with a grim look' etc #but yeah having characters react/observe has been my go to since.....fuck if I know ive been doing it forever? and it works #its just interesting #different writing styles go brrrrrr

[jimmyandthegiraffes]

Guys it’s officially 10 years since I first started watching doctor who. Bc it was the 50th anniversary and I’d never seen a full episode so I decided to watch all of it from the beginning lol. Not to sound grand or melodramatic or anything but it’s a v cool moment for me bc ever since then, 90% of my special interests have been retro tv shows that I almost certainly wouldn’t have thought of watching if I hadn’t started watching doctor who. So. Like at the risk of sounding ridiculous it was a bit of a turning point for me fjsjdjsj and it’s 10 years to the day!!!

#woohoo #and I STILL haven’t finished the 4th doctor #but it’s because of this that I watched things like the man from uncle starsky & hutch sapphire & steel the new avengers Randall & hopkirk #the x files twin peaks #etc etc #so much about me has been influenced by my decision to start watching doctor who 10 years ago #my dress sense my friends my writing style huge parts of my identity #it led to so many other special interests #i once kinned the master lol and altho I don’t anymore I’m still mike yates

[bmpmp3]

so often i'll get that sudden and wonderful urge to make comics and stories of my OCs that I can actually show people but then just as quickly that urge is dashed by various foolish reasons, and one of the most foolish of those reasons is i get. scared. about committing to stylistic choices in a webcomic or illustration

WHICH is foolish BECAUSE

you can just. change them

really gotta stop thinking about branding and shit. some people are good with that but it always just paralyzes me LOL especially because when i think about all the comics and fiction and all that i like you can see signs of stylistic choices and characterizations shifting from the original vision at the start to how it ended up because things EVOLVE that is a Normal Aspect of storytelling IT TRULY is a foolish thing to get scared by orz

#like i get so worked up about like. what if the beginning isnt as polished as the end WHICH doesnt matter #i love so many decade old webcomics that started as pencil on paper and shifted into whatever formats and styles etc #you can do anything you want forever. you dont have to decide on the perfect style right away #you can just make whatever and its probably fine LOL #i like to write stories with my ocs but they are. written by very dysgraphic hand so theyre not readable #but someday.... someday i will work up the nerve....maybe clean up and post some....maybe draw some out as shitty comics...i can do anythin

[obstinatecondolement]

I think the most important revelation I ever had about fandom was that people making fanworks I don't like/am not interested in are not (usually) the thing that is limiting the existence of stuff I do like and find interesting.

I think there is maybe some argument to be made for juggernaut ships that are popular in large part because it's two skinny white people (usually, but not always, men) drowning out interest and engagement in smaller ships featuring characters from marginalised populations, but, y'know, in general people who think different things about writing fic are important, or who like different tropes to me, or have different interpretations of canon to me, or who don't happen to like the fandom/character/rarepair I've imprinted on are taking absolutely nothing away from me.

Realest of real talk: if the people who write fic I don't like were successfully bullied into being too embarrassed about liking the stuff they like (or about their personal standards editing for SPAG, or how much they knew about the canon or about ~writing craft~) to write more fic that I didn't like, they wouldn't start making stuff For Me. At the end of the day their work was never for me, because they're doing something for themselves. And that's fine!

If I want more stuff I like, I have to encourage and engage positively with people who like the same stuff as me and whose work I like instead of being bitter and talking shit about people who are doing literally nothing wrong. I also need to talk about what I like in a way that is inviting instead of hostile and scolding!

Like, if my approach to shipping Worf/Data had been passive aggressively kvetching about Data/Geordi shippers I do not think that would have won me any friends or influenced people to look favourably on my ship! What I did was scream in delight on my blog about why I liked it and co-founded a rarepair swap where I got several great Worf/Data fanworks as gifts. A non-zero amount of people at least semi-ship Worf/Data because of me and, like, that's honestly success beyond my wildest imaginings.

So like... I don't know, I guess I get frustrated by the endless posts about how people should Stop writing fic the way they want to, because like, why? Why does it matter if something is not for you? Do you want to take it away from other people so that none of us have what we want?

#the Stop Writing Fic Wrong thing comes in many guises all of which annoy me #'writing advice' that heaps scorn on people for their Bad Writing and assumes that every fic writer has the same creative goals #or scathing 'he would not fucking say that' style denunciations of fanon characterisation #or 'stop liking X. X sucks! like Y instead!' #or 'why is this writer I like in this other fandom I don't like? come back to *my* fandom' #etc. etc. #and like... shut up #all of you shut up #being in a fandom does not entitle you to jack shit #like if there are only three works in the ao3 tag and you hate all of them then that does suck for you and I have been there many times #but why would you prefer that there were none? #if you don't like something then it shouldn't exist? fuck off

[miamierre]

rare phoebe hourcat tag game participation warning!! thank you to my beloved @singsweetmelodies and @ilspredestinato for tagging me 🙈

Rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern.

i wanna make you hungry Pierre is half-asleep on the loveseat, arms and legs spilling over the sides of it as he drifts off with no thought to the movie still playing on the TV in front of them, when Charles giggles.

cream of the crop Pierre is halfway through his second cup of coffee, hunched over his phone at the kitchen counter, when Charles emerges from the bedroom. He’s sleep-ruffled: hair a mess, drool drying on his chin, eyes lidded from how heavy with sleep they still are.

let's be what we are Charles is 13 when Pierre kisses him for the very first time.

season's greetings Pierre corners Charles like a heat-seeking missile the moment he steps through the front door.

floatin' but i'm heavy Charles feels boneless as he collapses into the mound of pillows at the head of his bed.

going your way The night air is calm and quiet—even more so than usual, Lance thinks as he stumbles over a tree root.

pay to play “Pi-erre,” Charles whines.

the creature still moving that slowed in your arms The trek up to Charles’ hotel room is a familiar one—even if it’s a different room every week, even if they’re across the world.

hunger be thy name It starts off innocent enough, the way all things between them do: Charles has been chattering away in line at the coffee shop, and Pierre has been nodding along and offering commentary whenever Charles allows him the space to.

unbecoming The thing about being 13 is that, of course, the ground never quite stops shifting under your feet.

um haha the pattern i think is that i, uh. post a lot of anonymous piarles fic. for good reason

tagging some sickos (affectionate): @pipitwrites @francophonesfictions @duquesademiel @river-ocean

#losing my mind literally 7 of these are anoned #i mean you all know my writing style at this point so it's not like. a shock. but still #it's the principle of the thing etc etc #fic #<- i guess for reference

[icewindandboringhorror]

Found a very cool pastel cat sweater at the bins but I have literally nothing that matches it well, so I always struggle to make outfits with it lol

#ootd #pastel #I really really want to SELL CLOTHES I keep talking about selling clothes.. its just such a process..hhhhhhh #Because you have to take pictures. edit the pictures. list them somewhere. write descriptions. choose a price. advertise the fact you listed #it somewhere. Repeat with literally hundreds of items (since I get bulk clothes at the bins and etc.). I have a lot of cool stuff that I thi #nk people into similar styles would want to buy. and I always need money to fund art and healthcare expenses and eventually moving to a diff #erent place someday. replacing broken electronics. etc. etc. So a wise decision is 'well sell a lot of the old clothes you have'. It is so #difficutl with my specific functioning issues though since it's such a long process and also packing things up. taking them to the post offi #ce etc. takes timing since I always have to be driven by roomates and stuff. etc. etc. #I think the way I was considering getting around this was to sell clothing in 'packs' like.. A pack of 5 or 6 matching items the same shade #of pink. or all green items with flowers so it's the same 'nature theme'. Or even selling full outfits or something. so that way I can kind #of bundle items. Instead of the effort of photograohing and listing literally 50 individual items. Turn them into 5 packs of 10. Or 10 packs #of 5. etc. ? But I think I never got too far with that because I was uncertain how that'd actually go over in terms of whether people would #buy groups of items instead of just individual. Especially whole outfits or something like. I think you'd get a wider audience giving people #more individual choice to choose seperate things instead of putting them together and going 'this is just what you get' or etc. #but I could also see it being cool. You already have some guaranteed stuff that matches. They have a theme. Especially if it's something you #like. Love brown themed mori kei items? here's 5 of them already together. etc. etc. etc. #ANYWAY. Came to mind because as much as I love anything with cats on it that's a light color. I also am chronically warm natured due to my #health issues so I overheat immensely if I wear sweaters. even in the winter I don't wear that many layers lol. So a sweater like this is ju #st impratical for me outside of taking one or two outfit photos with it. but I don't think I could ever actually wear it even if I really wa #nt to. But it's nice! and very cool!! so a good candidtate for selling. Give it to someone who would be happier to have it than I would in #the sense that maybe they could actually WEAR it lol. #ANYWAY... rhgh #everything......... difficult.......... whye #Also sweater is too hot for me and doesn't match anything I own even though it's perfect and I love cats..... whye....... cruele world #self