So many ideas of fanfictions that I let go…
Countless stories that slipped away because I didn’t think I could handle them. For, when I finally dive into a project, I owe it to both myself and my readers to see it through. Such a flood of ideas… which tells me one thing: a writer's inspiration knows no bounds. This "writer's block" may seem like a looming threat, but really, it's just a temporary hiccup in one particular and individual project's journey. Think about it: as a writer, you never run out of ideas, your imagination never stops running wild for thousands of other projects that you may never start. There are endless stories waiting to be told in your mind, each bursting with potential. Sure, writers hit rough patches, but they're fleeting.
Being a writer means finding inspiration in the unexpected, in those moments that catch you off guard—that's the real beauty of it all.
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[ID: fake discord screenshots between the tmnt boys. The chat reads as follows, with their discord nicknames in parentheses:
Mikey (Micheal with a B): If yall don't knock it off right now
Leo (That Bitch): I'd Love to go eat my cold soup in peace, if SOMEONE would stop attacking me for it!!
Donnie (The Funny One): You're killing me you're killing your brother Leon cereal is Not A Soup how many times do we have to go over this
Leo changes his name to "Cold Soup Truther"
Leo (Cold Soup Truther): Mad because you dont have cold soup, arent you? ;]
Raph sends a screenshot from the sonic realtime fandub of Eggman saying "what are you two FUCKING talking about"
Mikey's name changes to "Doctor Delicate Touch"
Mikey (Doctor Delicate Touch): Alright that's it
Leo (Cold Soup Truther): Oops
Raph (Raph): Oh no
Donnie (The Funny One): Wait Mikey we can talk about this
End ID]
Laid awake for several hours thinking about wanting to make this joke the other day
Bonus: the aftermath
[ID: a simplistic drawing of the turtles. Mikey runs at high speed chasing Donnie and Leo, Raph lays behind him flat on the floor with x's for eyes. There are action lines emanating out from where Donnie and Leo are running to. End ID]
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“Decide” for the wip ask thing!
Better late then never, so I'm finally getting to this now, thanks for sending this my way! As it happens, that word pops up in a lot of my WIPs, so brace yourself with a fuckton of snippets under the cut!
1)
(My most recent WIP and boy, is it a silly one. It's my flimsy excuse to write Fuckboy DG hitting on various members of the rosters, and striking out each time)
As he approaches her, Daniel tries to figure out what his opening line should be.
Hey, what's up, mommy? Your baby boy has arrived…
He’s one hundred percent sure that would work, obviously. But he decides to take a different approach.
2)
‘’You sure?’’
Hook’s back to squinting again. ‘’Why wouldn’t I be?’’
Orange decides to test his theory. ‘’I saw what’s going on with you and Brian.’’
Hook’s calm, I don’t give a shit demeanor breaks slightly. It’s only for a brief second, but Orange spots the glint in his eyes, the slight pursing of his lips, the tightening of his body language. He was right on the money.
‘’Yeah, it’s…whatever,’’ Hook says, trying to play it cool.
3)
‘’What is this?’’ he asks.
Hook wonders if that’s a trick question. His mind’s coming up blank though so he decides to answer literally. ‘’Uh. The sink?’’
‘’Oh, good, you know what that is,’’ Orange says. ‘’So, are you aware that most people use these things to clean dishes? Generally, after they’ve eaten and they’re all dirty, human beings will then wash them so that they can be used again. What a concept! Would you like to give it a try sometime?’’
(Sassy Bitch OC strikes again)
4)
‘’Bros before hoes,’’ Zay said, firm.
Daniel rolled his eyes. ‘’What, are we in high school?’’
‘’Nah, ‘cause you never had hoes in high school,’’ Zay grinned afterwards, earning himself a glare from Daniel.
Daniel decided not to correct Isiah and instead he looked back in Julia’s direction. God, she was so fucking hot. He had to have her - he just had to.
(I'm sure nothing bad could come of this. Nope, I'm sure nothing bad happens to Daniel in this fic, nothing whatsoever 🙂🙂🙂)
5)
(Disclaimer - Hook is high as a kite in this fic. Orange is not. Oh, the humanity...)
Orange decides to take a different approach. ‘’You know what would be really fun?’’
Hook legitimately gasps. ‘’What?!’’ he asks, looking up at him with those wide red eyes.
‘’If we went to bed. Right now.’’
Hook giggles. ‘’We are in bed…’’
‘’Then let’s get some sleep, huh?’’
Hook grins. ‘’Don’t wanna.’’
6)
Orange’s head slowly turns, his first movement since Hook dropped the bomb on him. Fear shoots ice through Hook’s veins. But when he meets his eyes, he doesn’t look mad. His face is weirdly neutral. But then the cracks start to show. A slight crease in his forehead. A grim, sad little glint in his eye. He opens his mouth but the only sound that comes out is a terse exhale. His mouth opens and closes a couple more times, as though he can’t decide what to say.
Hook braces himself for whatever’s about to happen.
(Uh oh, did Hook do something baaaaaaaad? Something he regrets? Something that would make his boyfriend upset?🙂🙂🙂)
7)
Eventually, Daniel decided he’d done enough, laid the groundwork as best as he could. So the next time he and Julia found themselves alone, he just straight up asked her if she wanted to head back to his hotel room later, after the show.
He didn’t know what he was expecting. But what Julia said in response - the request she made - left him completely stunned.
(This is, in fact, a different fic from the other Daniel/Julia snippet. But arguably both ideas are equally awful and embarrassing on my part 😬)
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I've kinda seen some pushback to the idea of representation in media and I don't necessarily think it's bad to point out actual rights are more important than Disney's thousandth first gay character that's fine, but I've had a LOT of people comment on my works about asexual characters and tell me what I wrote changed their life-and it's always that phrase- because they now have the language to describe what they feel. I've had people who ARENT ace or aro comment that what I wrote finally made a concept they didn't understand make sense, or that the way I explained things was interesting and enlightening and I'm kind of a mediocre writer who hasn't written anything in ages.
Like idk, if reading something from a writer who is fucking around and only somewhat talented can genuinely impact someone because they've not seen anything like them reflected back at them in life or media I don't think pushing for representation in media is as "needless" as some people seem to think and caring about that doesn't mean you don't care about more "important" (although if you think seeing people like you in media ISNT important it's because you already have that representation or are privileged enough to not care if you do, in which case maybe pipe down) stuff. Hell, I even got a Facebook message ages ago from someone who found a comment I left in an ace group about QPR's and what they meant to me and how I perceived them and the person no joke said what I wrote two years before they even found it changed their life forever because they finally knew what kind of relationship they actually wanted.
So like sure, of course there's always bigger fish to fry them diversity in media (you know, like diversity in real life lol) but I don't think it's as frivolous as some people are beginning to act like it is. At least not if you're an aspec person it's not, I STILL don't see ace characters almost ever and I'll bet my whole everything if I asked a writer of a show why they'd tell me that EVERYONE has to be in a sexual relationship and characters that aren't won't sell and are boring- I say this because in film school I had a teacher TELL ME every character needed to basically be sex obsessed and when I pointed out a GREAT MANY CHARACTERS are not revolved around sex (Supernatural stars two brothers, I pointed out) and when she asked if I had love interests I was like ??? That doesn't matter- using my aforementioned supernatural example almost all their love interests die or get mind wiped because at the end of the day that's not what the story was about. So actually I think writers who act like that teacher need like 50 reality checks, and representation in stories isn't unimportant and also support indie writers you'll probably find more funky shit there then Disney anyway lmao.
And also even the asexual characters I DO see in media don't remind me at all of myself even if I appreciate the effort, but they never feel real or genuine and their sexuality doesn't get a lot of exploration so 🤷🏻♀️ I actually could use more media focused on characters that I can genuinely see my sexuality reflected in in a meaningful and narratively impactful way because I've got nothing.
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✊🏽 For the ask game?
From the Myth AU! Also thank you for giving me the chance to finally write for Victoria and Lady Brandon!
The Queen of the Gods watched Henry as he attempted to dance with Basil. The God of Life laughed as his new husband struggled to follow him and even Victoria couldn't help but smile at Henry’s stiffness. He could arrogantly prattle on with endless grace, but a waltz threatened to topple him over.
She thought it was rather fitting.
“V,” Lady Brandon called, walking up while holding her favorite engraved chalice. Despite having spent an hour dancing, her appearance remained perfect. She grinned, “Would you ever have thought Harry would get married? Before either of us, no less!”
Victoria smiles, “I thought you of all people would have known beforehand?”
The Goddess of Love laughed, “Oh, believe me, I thought I did! Trust me, I certainly didn’t find romance in Harry’s future. But I suppose then he was simply the God of Death and not the ruler of the Underworld.”
Victoria scoffs, “There is little difference.”
“Oh, come now, Victoria! You must admit Harry changed after the war ended.”
“He developed some sense of responsibility, sure,” the Goddess narrowed her eyes, “But the habits he needs to change remain.”
“Oh, the human thing?” Lady Brandon sighs, “Yes, he really must quit doing that. Too many of my predictions go wrong because of his meddling.”
“He nearly caused a war the other day. You’d think he’d be the God of Gambling with how many times he’s nearly ended the human world.”
“Ugh, no, don’t mention Roland,” Lady rolled her eyes. “Is he still down there causing—oh, what did he call it? Regardless, I cannot believe he decided it was more worthwhile than attending this wedding!”
“He calls it tax fraud, though none of the humans have picked up on it,” Victoria shook her head. “Truthfully, I don’t think he and Henry are comparable. Roland knows discretion. Harry doesn’t care for it.”
“Well perhaps dear Basil can be the more rational of the two,” Lady Brandon chuckled. She caught Victoria’s grimace and frowned, “V, what’s wrong?”
“I’m worried about this, June,” the Goddess confessed. “I don’t think Basil knows quite what he’s getting involved with. Henry may be too much for him to reign in. And even if he wasn’t, it isn’t fair for him to have such a responsibility when he’s already so close to the humans.”
“Oh, you must stop babying him,” Lady reassured, “He’s one of us, Victoria. He’s capable of protecting himself.”
“Perhaps you're right,” she sighed. Lady Brandon smiled, drinking from her chalice. Victoria continued, “Still I’ll have Hamlet join Basil in the underworld.”
Lady spat out her drink and looked at the Goddess incredulously.
“What?” Victoria smiled, "She can take care of him whenever Henry decides to do something idiotic.”
Lady said, “She hates Henry. She’ll maul him before he gets that chance!”
“Good. Then I won’t have to keep protecting Basil.”
The Goddess of Love laughed in disbelief, “Oh, V, you should've been the Goddess of Worry. Get another drink with me? I’d like to say hello to Alan.”
Victoria looked over to the God in question, watching as he dragged his new husband towards Sybil and Gwendoline. Basil’s happiness was palpable in his bright grin; Henry tried to look unaffected, but couldn’t help the loving smile on his face.
As she walked with Lady towards the table, she hoped only good things would come from this union.
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