hello character who is desperate to be a good person; i want to play a game. in front of you is the one person you will never be able to save. you have the rest of your life to make peace with this. there are no defined repercussions if you fail, but we both know you're going to attempt to win regardless. your time starts now

people need to stop conflating their personal preferences with what's objectively good or should be allowed to exist, first of all because that's annoying, but also because I would like to be able to express my personal preferences without people being primed to interpret that as some kind of sweeping statement about objective value

Daydreaming about my book:

Writing my book:

Yes, your worldbuilding is thorough, your geography meticulous, your plotting elaborate, and your characterisation nuanced, but answer me this: is there a fucked up little guy?

editing is so fun. I'm learning what the story I wrote is about

“The story tells you what happens” acceptable, expected, standard fare.

“They story never tells you what happens but the implications are there” losing my mind, chewing the drywall, punching patrons on the bus, throwing myself in the river

ok "carbon monoxide alarm" is the new "hehehe how HIGH was OP when they WROTE this???" everyone shut the fuckass up about gas leaks

Quick, hit me with a follower-losing take!

sometimes, burying your gays is not only okay, but critically necessary to telling a good story and honouring your thematic arcs. and "good representation" is an undefinable, largely useless pursuit.

kicking a hornets nest.

Joseph Campbell

the goal is to have such an overly refined writing style that people can immediately tell you're a pervert

From the US but i spell grey with an e because e just feels like a much greyer letter than a

woop there it is

monarchy has no real purpose and should be abolished irl but im a slut for royal families in fiction. the politics. the intrigue. families divided by the eyes of a nation. the pressure of children told from birth that they are born to rule, born for only one purpose. the stifling of empathy and real bonds and love. the loneliness when all eyes are on you. it’s so inherently tragic and yet everyone involved is terrible because that’s all they can be. gimme.