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alicedusstuff · 6 months

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Juste moi qui pensais avant de dormir

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Wukong wasn't sure if he wanted to cry or scream. His whole body felt like a heart beating too hard against his chest. He looked at the ground with anger. Then, his hands, these helpless hands which had been unable to stop Macaque.

“That was stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid!”

Wukong grabbed each side of her head and pulled on her hair. His body collapsed as he screamed, his forehead pressed against his shadow. It was the last vestige of the portal through which his friend had just spit him out to escape a punishment he never saw coming. He still saw Macaque pulling him into the portal just as the mountain fell on him. He saw him smile at him so kindly. Yet Wukong could hear a mocking.

"I told you so" in the back of his head. He just had time to see Macaque use his magic to wear a glamor that would change the shadow monkey into the person he had tried to protect. Wukong couldn't forget how black changed to orange, the six ears disappeared to become two, and the pupils looked like his own. Wukong cursed himself. What made him oppose Buddah?

He looked up at the place where the mountain should be where Macaque should definitely be stuck. Should he go see him? Would Macaque hold it against him? Did he even want to see it? Wukong's heart sank. He couldn't go back. He didn't have the right...he...wasn't ready for it. He couldn't stand Macaque's anger. Not after he was promised a life of happiness.

“What if he died under this mountain?”

Wukong's nails scratched the earth of the flower and fruit mountain, and a short chuckle escaped him. No...Macaque had demonic longevity. He won't die...right? Wukong thought for a moment before biting the inside of his lips. He was still going to make sure to feed Macaque every day...if the shadow monkey didn't be too angry with him.

#digital art #sketch #just doodlin #lmk macaque #lmk shadowpeach #lmk sun wukong #just writing stuff #just night doodle

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tirsynni · 6 months

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Readers, please, please be polite with your comments on fics. Please remember that the writers are humans with feelings. If you are worried that a writer forgot about a fic or whatever, a nice comment will remind them that the fic exists AND will hopefully/probably give them inspiration again.

Things like "Don't forget this fic exists" or "This needs updated" suck, especially if you say things like this and can't bother saying anything nice about the fic. Passive aggressive comments like "So I guess this is abandoned, huh?" might actually lead to it actually being abandoned.

Writers are people, not fic dispensers. It costs you nothing to be nice. If this is challenging for you or you automatically want to argue against this, please pull away from the screen and consider some introspection for a while.

#just writing stuff #fandom #this crap is ridiculous #consumer society much?

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i-will-cry-you-a-river · 3 months

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Shang Qinghua is so valid for not remembering what he wrote. Sure, for him, it was decades ago, but also, as a writer I remember nothing - and I mean NOTHING - about most of my works. You could show me part of my fic and if it is not something really distinctive, I wouldn't recognize it. How would he remember those hundreds of harem members and the flora and fauna he wrote? He is such a mood.

#also the anxiety #that's a mood too #and being simp for mobei-jun #shang qinghua #svsss #just writing stuff

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iridescentmemoria · 1 year

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cosette141 · 1 year

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Leaving out strikethrough on purpose, as we’re looking more at seeing/using these when writing and reading, where it either wouldn’t be used or would be anti-emphasis. However there is the rather fun sarcastic use of it in social conversations or maybe that’s just me

Please reblog for sample size and to share your reasoning for your choice or the world may never know

#poll #polls #writing #creative writing #writing things #fanfiction #just writing stuff #just writer things #bold #italics #underline #strikethrough #mine is italics #love me my italics #makes writing magical #as emphasis on certain words #or character thoughts #or just cause writing a whole document in italics makes it feel so much cooler

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haley-lana · 11 months

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onceuponaoneshotfanfic · 19 days

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👊🏽almost👊🏽done👊🏽with👊🏽this👊🏽fic👊🏽

#just writing stuff #chelsea!roy

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flowerandblood · 4 months

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If I just cried while writing The Fall from the Heavens, is that a good thing or a bad thing? 😵😵😵

#just writing stuff

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alicedusstuff · 9 months

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Pensée nocturne_version française

Wukong n'a jamais écouté les conseils de Macaque. Chaque philosophie sombre était contrée par une pensée heureuse. Chaque avertissement était balayé d'un revers de la main, effacée d'un baiser, soufflée d'un câlin, ou épousseté de l'idée d'un idéal incertain. En soit, tout ce que le Macaque pouvait dire qui n’allait pas dans le sens du légendaire roi singe était ignoré de la plus belle des manières. Et ce n’est que maintenant, dans le creux de son lit, au milieu de la nuit, coincé dans les bras de la cruelle personne qui l’avait tant de fois rejeté et désiré à la fois, que l’esprit de Macaque lui fit un rappel bruyant de sa condition.

"Wukong ne m'écoute pas��" réalisa Macaque.

Et l'idée même que cette réalité se répète à nouveau dans le futur dans lequel il se trouvait le paralysait. Était-il sain de reprendre sa relation avec Wukong ? Non. Ça ne l'était certainement pas. Macaque savait plus que trop bien ce que l'un et l'autre voyaient en eux. Le singe de pierre voyait en Macaque, le compagnon fidèle et aimant qu'il regrettait avoir assassiné. Et le singe de l'ombre voyait en Wukong le doux bonheur brûlant qui l'avait forcé à tout nier pour se laisser consumer jusqu'à la tombe.

C'était clair que si Macaque et Wukong s'étaient une fois aimés sincèrement à leur premier "je t'aime"; ils n'aimaient tous deux chez l'autre, aujourd'hui, que le souvenir fané qu'ils représentaient.

Aucun d'eux ne se connaissait plus. Leur mouvements restaient en synchronisation; mais ils n'étaient plus harmonisés de la même façon qu'avant. La différence entre ces deux faits était aussi fine et confuse que la différence entre amour et adoration.

"Wukong ne m'aime pas." Réalise Macaque pour la seconde fois, tandis que son souffle s'accélère.

Le singe à la fourrure de jais se retourna dans son lit, et se blottit dans les bras de son compagnon. Depuis la destruction de la maison de Wukong sur la montagne de fleurs et de fruits, le singe de pierre était en cohabitation avec Macaque. La situation les avait rapprochés, et ils avaient alors décidé de reprendre leur relation, depuis longtemps brisée. Mais maintenant, Macaque doutait. Il aurait dû dormir. S'il s'était endormis, il n'aurait pas pensé autant. Pourquoi diable ne dormait-il pas ?

Macaque ferma fortement les yeux. Ses muscles se tendirent sous l’effort, comme si tout son corps essayait de le forcer à dormir. Malgré tout, le geste ne fait que rendre Macaque encore plus conscient de ses pensées parasites. Il ne devrait pas penser. Il ne devrait vraiment pas laisser son esprit lui jouer des tours. Mais il n’y pouvait plus rien. Chaque tentative mise en œuvre pour faire disparaître les pensées sombres était conclue par une vague encore plus forte de pensées obscures.

Dieux! N'allaient-elles pas se taire !?

-Macaque.

Le cœur de Macaque loupa un battement et ses oreilles s’agitèrent une seconde. Macaque tentait de regarder autour de lui. Il leva les yeux vers Wukong pour voir si ce dernier dormait réellement.

Avait-il imaginé la voix du sage ?

Le souffle de Macaque s’arrêta, uniquement pour écouter la respiration de Wukong, s’assurer de si ce dernier était bien celui qui avait ouvert la bouche, ou s’il avait juste entendu une voix.

Cela lui arrivait souvent à l’époque. Les ombres lui sussuraient toujours un aperçu du futur, ou du passé de temps à autre. Et c’était si réel que Macaque avait du mal à les différencier de la réalité. Mais ces derniers siècles, il avait été seul quand ces manifestations vocales lui étaient arrivées.

Le souffle de Wukong était régulier, et lourd. Sa peau était chaude. Et bien que Macaque adorait se coller à cette fourrure qui sentait le soleil; il était, là maintenant, bien trop concentré à s’assurer du fait que Wukong dormait bel et bien.

-Wukong ?

Murmurra Macaque, incertain, malgré le fait évident que son compagnon n’avait pas pipé mot. La respiration de Wukong changea de rythme, comme si ce dernier s'était réveillé à l’appel de Macaque. Mais non. Il dormait toujours. Macaque le savait. Le singe de l’ombre sourit, satisfait, et mis à l’aise dans les bras de Wukong; s’agitant comme un petit oiseau qui essayait de s'ébrouer pour retirer la pluie de ses plumes. Puis, quand il fut enfin bien installé, il ferma les yeux encore, essayant de remplacer ses inquiétudes par le battement de cœur de l’homme qu’il aimait.

-Je t’aime Mac…

Macaque se tendit et leva des yeux surpris vers Wukong dont le rythme reprit un ton plus agité, laissant échapper au sage quelques ronflements. C’était une phrase dite de façon incompréhensible. Les paroles d’une personne endormie. Peut-être même que ce n’était rien de plus que les mots échappés tout droit des rêves de Wukong, mais Macaque les avait entendus de façon bien trop claire.

Wukong avait dit qu’il aimait Macaque. Il avait dit Mac! Pas Liu Er. Wukong n’avait pas utilisé l’ancien nom de Macaque. Il avait…Wukong a…il aimait…il…!

Le cœur de Macaque battait trop vite dans sa poitrine. Il cognait si fort que le singe de l’ombre eut peur que le son réveille Wukong. Oh par pitié, faites que Wukong ne se réveillerait pas.

Si il le faisait, il verrait certainement le visage rouge de Macaque, et le sourire qu’il était incapable de faire disparaitre. Les yeux du singe à la fourrure de jais montreraient certainement tout l’amour qu’il portait à Wukong? et Macaque n’était pas prêt à ce que Wukong voit cette expression de lui. Ce serait tellement honteux. Il se sentirait si déshonoré, si Wukong découvrait à quel point des mots aussi simples avaient excité le singe à ses côtés.

C’était stupide de penser ainsi. Mais le Macaque serait prêt à tuer Wukong, plutôt que de lui avouer combien une simple phrase avait été efficace. Suffisamment pour lui permettre d’effacer ses doutes, et lui permettre de dormir à nouveau. Dieu! Macaque détestait tellement Wukong! Ce crétin était beaucoup trop adorable pour le bien du singe de l’ombre.

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#LMK #lmk sun wukong #lmk macaque #lmk shadowpeach #just writing stuff

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tirsynni · 11 months

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Everyone, please: if you are leaving a comment on a fic, please don't offer criticism unless the author asks for it. Also, sharing opinions and headcanons are great, but someone else's fic is not the best place to talk about your headcanon, thoughts on canon, whatever, and how the fic's portrayal is wrong because it goes against your thoughts (especially if the fic is AU). If you have strong thoughts about canon or strong feelings about what you want to see in a fic, please, write it yourself. Don't criticize the author's choices because you would have done something different.

#fandom #just writing stuff #comments like that are #so frustrating #and discouraging #and annoying as hell #and definitely unnecessary

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yestoeverything · 1 year

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TFP Human Prompts (cuz I need to let it go) Prt: 1

Since the Autobots can make synthetic Energon what if they could make synthetic dark Energon and how would they do it?

what if they have to use human blood to do it? what if human blood when contaminated with Energon can corrupt the Energon to create synthetic dark Energon?

For example, let's say Miko accidentally cut herself with her guitar strings and accidentally let some of her blood contaminate a bit of leftover Energon. Suddenly the Energon had a chemical change then gradually turned purple and turned to dark Energon then everyone starts to back off from the dark Energon. Once contained they ask what happen and when the humans explain the autobots all are suddenly reminded that humans inhabit Unicron and call it home so naturally they must inhabit some connection to Unicron and this was it. Humans have the ability to corrupt Energon and turn it into synthetic Dark Energon.

(and must not let Megatron know)

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destructivewritinggoblin · 2 months

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Taking In Your Post-Apocalyptic World

There wasn't any whistling... Just a hum of the wind, for there are no trees to make it whistle. There are only the dunes of sand and snow to make it howl. The gusts carried dust and sand, in an endless cycle of moving back and forth... And here you are, under a bridge with nothing but the necessities. Long past has the internet, long past our dystopian society where the dollar determines life. Here, for all you know, It's just you. A blissfully hellish experience... Being alone in this world of broken cities. Walking from area to area, just barely scraping by, knowing It's all futile.

And yet, It's calming, knowing you can't do much. Fate has been written for you, what else are you supposed to do? In the end, what is going to be different? Sure a part of you wants to die, a rather large part, but your body won't let you. Why? Primal instinct of course.

Your feet hit another piece of pavement in these frozen dunes and for a moment, memories come in. Of what, you don't know, and soon they have vanished before a single one could be realized... Looking up, this area is... New. Instead of barren land, a single plant sits in the center, surrounded by concrete and untouched by the devouring swarm of sand or the acidic coats of snow... It is unblemished. You lay under it, the wind filling your ears as you stare at the night sky. Trillions of stars welcome you as you fade... And you're a part of them now, off to see new worlds and play among the stars with your kind.

"Goodbye, young one." A voice from the fading wind whispers in your ear, "I shall continue. As much as you have sullied and illed me... You are my children. Go on, I will take care of you here... Find your place among the stars." Mother Nature has given you to Father Time.

#writing #one shot #original post #just writing stuff #apacolypse #short #sad #young writer #original #old

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tinyvesselhearts · 1 year

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The crown jewel of my writing, behold

"Egon stands up in crumpled pajamas— the ultimate antidote for commanding respect."

That's it. Thank you for your attention.

#egon spengler #ghostbusters #egon spengler x reader #egon spengler x you #fanfiction #egon spengler imagines #ghostbusters fanfiction #self insert #harold ramis #ao3 #writer #just writing stuff

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haley-lana · 1 year

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If it's good enough for Marvel, it's good enough for me 😅

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innerchorus · 8 months

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Today's WIP progress features some Zandeh tears! (I was talking with my partner about this scene and he asked "Are you going to bottle them and save them for a ritual?" aksdhffd but speaking of rituals I am starting to think it won't be the best fit for the story to include a Team Hilmes New Year ceremony even though I really wanted to...)

#just writing stuff #very slowly

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emptycoffeemug · 3 months

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Guys, guys, what's the sound word that water makes when it's rushing but smoothly? It's not a gurgle and there's too much water to be a trickle. Like it's just a ssshhh sound but with a bit of a "dipple dipple dopp dopp" quality to it. This word is eluding me. It's gonna drive me insane.

#just writing stuff #it's a very specific word #my thesaurus has failed me #help

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