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driftingvoid-155 · 5 months
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Jeremy, stumbling upon scooped Michael: “Why are you carrying around an ax?”
Michael, working off the idea that if you can’t hide something, distract it with something else: “So people don’t notice the fact that I’m literally decomposing. Interestingly enough, they’re always too busy looking at the ax.”
Jeremy, skeptical: “That actually works?”
Michael, shrugging: “I’ve yet to be asked about being purple. However, I have been asked about the ax.”
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inkskinned · 1 year
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hey it's nanowrimo. i have tips bc i've done it about 34 times.
Don't edit. Ever. Stop it. If you just decide to start a new project half thru this one with all new characters, no problem. pick up and keep writing as if you'd already written the first half of that.
"but i spelled it wrong" whatever. "but the grammar" whatever. make it exist first. no time for sense. think like you're working on a typewriter. no backspace. only forward go.
Don't re-read further than a paragraph or two backwards. "did i mention the gun before?" listen - it doesn't matter. if you need there to be a gun there, the gun is there. put it back in once you finish the book.
"i forgot the specifics of X thing i already wrote" whatever. change it, make a note/comment to figure it out later, and just write what makes sense for the moment. "no raquel it's legit the characters name and origin" idc that character is now reborn as Claudius from Elsewhere. it's fine.
only you see your mistakes. nobody else knows. one of the ways writing and dance overlap - only you know the choreography. nobody else will know if you miss a step, so just keep dancing and pretend you meant to do it like that.
it's an illusion that you need to write linearly - from point A to point B to point C. Nah; that's just timeline propaganda. I've written a LOT of books out of order and just reordered them once i've finished. if you have a scene you'd LOVE to write but can't get there yet because of plot, just fuckin write the scene. I've always found its easier to establish "point F" "point J" and "Point A" and then wiggle my way between those scenes.
write what you WANT to write. 230 pages of smut? of well-researched discussion on bread? whatever. the point is to strengthen muscles however you can.
if you miss a day, a week, whatever. not the end of the world. we all have dry days. also time is a myth so u can do this challenge whenever u want.
as soon as you try to write for a specific audience, you kill your voice. you are writing for yourself. stop thinking about how people will take ur book. it don't matter. what matter is u, enjoying writing. i luv u.
play to your strengths. i have characters talk so much because i don't know how to write a plot if it kills me but i'm really good at dialogue so.
i love a flight of fancy. write a poem in there. shift tactics and write in code. keep it fun for yourself.
see what happens if you shift something major about ur main characters - gender, wealth, superpowers. or if you change point-of-view. or if you kill everyone in a big explosion. do NOT edit anything before this or after it. often these little weird one-off exercises teach me what interests me about what i'm working on. it is never what i thought. plus it is a fun way to add like 1k words.
stretch.
it's for fun and for practice. stop doing that project if it's giving you anxiety. once my nano was literally 50k words of half-started stories. just things i tried and tried and tried and wasn't able to flesh out. oops. but i am now 50k words of a better writer.
add dragons?
read books/listen to books on tape/etc. people often make the mistake of "buckling down" to just write. you need inspiration. you need to like. fill up on words. you need to remember how it feels to lose yourself in a story.
i don't have the time or space to really talk about this in this post but a lot of creative people turn to drugs/alcohol because it can help you be more creative. this is harmful, and walking a blade that only cuts deep. if you notice you and your loved ones are turning more to substances, please know i love you and i hope you are able to get help soon. i feel like this almost never gets mentioned because it's kind of a hazy underbelly to art. you are always more important than the work.
on that note. drink your fukin. water.
don't talk about a story until you've finished it. once you tell the story, it exists already, and isn't about discovery. i usually have a very canned "haha we'll see" response.
grapes :) tasty snack.
i love you be free.
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toxi-works-at-culvers · 5 months
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them! @springlock-suits
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africanamermaid · 30 days
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Not me as somebody who crochets on the reg getting criticisms/unwanted comments about everything I make:
"You always use the same colors" :/
Me: can't help it I'm a thalassophile and therefore I must always use beige, khaki, turquoise, teal, aqua blues, whites of all shades. Let the coastal creations commence!
"Nice bag. You know, that looks perfect to use only for holidays like Easter"
Me: ...my coastal bag is to be used every time I feel like it. What are you talking about.
"Those oceanic colors don't match with your current outfit so don't use it."
Me: it's not about what looks nice TO YOU but what feels right and fun to use FOR ME.
"Why don't you add (whatever) to your creation. It'd look great if you add (whatever). And, how about next time, you actually use a leather bag bottom instead?"
Me: I don't want to.
"You sure can't take a comment or a slight criticism. Why are you like this?" :/
Me: you sure can't mind your business.
"Why are you doing 2 projects at once. Finish one and start the other I don't get it."
Me: oh you sweet summer child ohohoho...you just don't understand the mind of a crocheter do ya?
"You know, if you make something for somebody it sure won't be coastal themed or whatever. You have to try something different."
Me: who said I'm making anyone ANYTHING? They don't want to pay the correct price for a hand-made creation so that won't be happening. Anyway, ONTO THE COASTAL THEMED SCARF!
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yupuffin · 6 months
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Okay, but like. The fact that Neuvillette's eyes look like completely different colors depending on the angle and the lighting? Hello?? I love this.
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our flag is. so prettyyyy <33
IKR the colors are so pretty together
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pyjamaart · 7 months
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what kind of shady deals are they shaking hands over? can't be anything good...
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inkubann · 6 months
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An ode to 2014 me
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ozym4ndi4s · 7 months
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I have this one headcanon, tell me if it's inaccurate to anything that might've been mentioned anywhere but uh
I like to just imagine that Hell is hot and Heaven is cold? Because. They're opposing side, and Hell is usually the one that gets the fire and shit bc.. hellfire-
SO
I have this idea that Demons are cold blooded and Angels are warm blooded? Because of their respective habitats?
Crowley's a snake, Hastur's got a frog, Dagon is.. something scaly, do you see where I'm going with this? (Yes I know that not all the Demons have cold blooded animals representing them but shhhh-)
And when you think of like. Good. It's a warm and safe feeling, like being wrapped in soft and cuddly blankets and other stuff I can't be bothered to think of rn. So Angels, being.. 'good', would be warm blooded
Yes there are thematic things that go with this too
The colors I personally associated most with Aziraphale (this is just me tho idk about all of you) are a soft whitish-yellow and a sort of baby blue, contrasting Crowley's stark bright red and dark greyscale/black tones (also his bright yellow eyes)
Aziraphale has yellow for warmth, blue for cold
Crowley has black/greyscale for cold(/dim?? Dull??? Something), and red/yellow for warmth
They have (kinda) both ends of the color spectrum. They are their own side
Thank you for coming to my TED talk
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aur0raaura · 1 year
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They say in this time of year, a pair of tricksters will appear. "Trick or treat?" they may ask, but...
Be careful what you answer. Who knows what sort of spell they'll conjure?
Keep your friends close and candy closer...!
HAPPY SPOOKY DAY! (Or Halloween I suppose~) Haha! Oh man this artwork was NOT planned whatsoever. I'm not exactly one to draw pieces for this candy filled holiday, yet after brainstorming a hypothetical scenario with my bud regarding these two enjoying this spooky time- my brain started planning... Until I did these sketches!
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For those that perhaps will not realize right away- the outfits have the shiny color schemes of Reshiram and Zekrom! Clever aye? It really gives them a vibe of two magical tricksters! I fell in LOVE with how they turned out, so I thought...why not do an art piece!? ...I'm quite bold to have done this in less than a week before the 31st... REGARDLESS! It was absolutely worth the grind to get it done. Hope you enjoy, have a fun time eating candy and most importantly...stay safe!
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ccarrot · 6 months
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For a silent protagonist mike afton's got a good chunk of this cursed fandom in a death grip
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emrlyn · 2 years
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‘the gall of that man.”
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neriyon · 5 months
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There was once again a thing on the bird app (link to original)
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jmrothwell · 7 months
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"Weirdly, the best sleep I've ever had." / Royal Purple
This day could not get any worse, and Julie really needed to stop thinking that particular sentiment. It was like every time she thought it the universe conspired to prove just how wrong she was. 
First she couldn’t get out of this stupid haunted forest night hike activity that someone thought was a good idea. Then she wasn’t allowed to go with Flynn, because the ever so brilliant activity lead also thought it’d be brilliant to completely randomize the groups. While she didn’t have Flynn’s misfortune of being stuck with Nick and Carrie during one of their ‘off’ periods Julie was still trapped with Kayla and Reggie. 
Kayla, who rarely ever spoke to her. Almost always close to Carrie, unsurprisingly since she was practically Carrie’s number one Dirty Candi girl.  And then Reggie, who Julie had even less interaction with. Only really knowing that he and the rest of his band were as close to getting dropped out of the music program as she was. Despite how new they were, though for entirely different reasons. 
The two of them seemed friendly enough. Though, it didn’t take long before she was feeling like an awkward third wheel with how quickly they got flirty. An analogy that got all sorts of confused and mixed up when Reggie turned his attention to Julie.
“So, Julie?” He spoke her name like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to say it, like even acknowledging her very presence would shatter her like the most fragile glass. She didn’t even have the time to feel insulted at the insinuation as he plowed on, practically shattering her apart anyway. “I think I’ve missed out on any of your performances, what do you play?”
 God maybe she was more fragile than glass. She avoided glancing towards Kayla, certain she’d be pulling some face or ready to make some snarky Carrie-like comment. Julie was not ready for this kind of attention and wished to get out of it. Only for the heavens above to open and release a sudden torrential rain pour on the three of them. 
Which is how Julie now found herself in a small dusty abandoned cabin in the woods that Kayla managed to spot. The one stroke gracious stroke of luck for the night. A fact Julie tried to remind herself as she tried her best to hold off the chills running through her veins.
“Don’t worry.” Kayla stuttered loudly enough for Reggie to hear as he explored the cabin to see if there were any blankets or firewood to help warm them. “I’m sure once they notice we’re gone they’ll send out some sort of search party.”
Sure, once they notice Kayla and Reggie were gone. The odds were slim of anyone but Flynn noticing Julie was gone. She kept her mouth shut as she tentatively sat on the creaky couch that vaguely smelled of mildew. 
“You make it sound like it’s going to rain like this all night.” Reggie laughed from the other room. 
“Who knows, maybe it could.” Kayla said, sitting on the couch beside Julie, her chilled damp arm brushing against Julie’s. “If nothing else it’d be safer to stay here. Unless either of you know how far we may have ventured from the trail, because I certainly don’t.”
Julie silently shook her head before realizing it may be too dark to be seen and quietly said her “no” out loud. 
“You got a point there.” Reggie said, his outline barely more than a silhouette as he returned to where Julie and Kayla were, sitting on Julie’s other side. She pulled her arms in tighter trying to shrink into herself when his wet flannel brushed against her. It was a bit of a surprise he was still bothering to wear it. 
“Anyway,” he continued on, leaning further into her space. “All I could find was this blanket, one the one bed this place seems to have. So unless either of you wanted to use the bed–”
Julie wrinkled her nose at that idea, given the state of the couch who knew what that mattress was like. 
“Ew. God no.” Kayla echoed, and Julie’s chest twisted uncomfortably despite how she knew Kayla was also only referencing the mattress.
“Yeah, I figured you’d say that.” Reggie laughed again, weaker and more stuttering than before.
“He should probably get out of those wet clothes” Someone said, and Julie froze as the other two fell silent and she realized that someone was her. 
Reggie bumped her with his shoulder. “Is that a come on?”
“N-no.” Julie stammered out, teeth chattering from a mixture of her growing mortification and the cold, her blush doing little to warm her up. “You’re drenched, and clearly freezing. I-I’m j-just saying, you’ll g-get sick if you do-on’t get warm and dry.”
“You’re not much b-better yourself.” Kayla replied, a distinct lack of venom or malice. 
“Sounds like we’re all in a bad shape.” Reggie stuttered out again before mournfully adding, “Too bad I didn’t find any firewood.”
“Well maybe we should just get out of these wet clothes then.” 
“What?” Julie and Reggie both snapped at Kayla’s suggestion. 
“Think about it. We’re all soaked and freezing. We have one, questionably decent, dry blanket. Plus the body heat would probably help too. Besides, if we stay in our underwear it’s basically like we’re just in swimwear.”
While Kayla’s argument added a layer of mortification Julie hadn’t felt regarding swimwear in a long while, she couldn’t deny the logic behind it all. Neither could Reggie. 
None of it alleviated the awkwardness of stripping in front of each other. The three of them turned their back to each other as they did. Silently sitting back on the couch in their earlier arrangement and Julie tried to not think too hard about the state of the couch or blanket. Nor about how smooth Kayla’s legs against hers were, or about how surprisingly toned Reggie felt against her other side. Her mind instead decided to wonder what the other two were thinking about her. Not that it mattered much, right?
Reggie quickly broke through the growing silence. “Feels like we should have had dinner, or played like strip poker first or something.”
“What?” Kayla laughed incredulously, Julie’s own confused chuckle mixing in. 
The three of them soon found themselves falling into teasing conversation similar to the one from their earlier hike. Only now Julie felt less like an awkward third wheel and more like she had a surer place between the two of them. Though it probably helped she literally was between the two of them. 
And much like before it wasn’t long before Julie found herself on the receiving end of questions she was unprepared for.
“So, Julie, you never did answer my question before.” Reggie said, though now Julie could tell it was genuine curiosity that drove his inquiry.
Julie took a deep steadying breath, bracing herself. Not so much to answer Reggie, by this point she was almost numb to the words she needed to say, a mechanical practiced speech. Rather she braced for whatever pitying response she might get in return, the unpredictability of which she could never truly prepare for. 
Before she could say anything though, Kayla’s long nails brushed Julie's hair aside as she leaned closer, warm breath ghosting across the shell of her ear. “Hey, you don’t have to answer if you aren’t ready. I’m sure he would understand, or I could distract him. If you want.”
Julie grabbed ahold of Kayla’s hand, giving it a small squeeze. Hoping it came across as the thanks it was intended to be.
“You actually haven’t missed any of my performances.” Julie quietly said.
“Oh.” Reggie’s hushed tone matched hers. “But I thought–”
“You’re not wrong.” Julie cut him off not wanting the reminder and Kayla squeezed Julie's hand again. Maybe, maybe Kayla was right about this too. At least Julie hoped she was, because Julie definitely wasn’t ready to tackle this. Not tonight anyway. 
“However.” She said, trying to infuse as much flirting teasing as he and Kayla had been using all night. Even if she could tell she was doing an extremely poor job of it, her voice cracking despite her efforts. “That’s a part of my back story you have yet to unlock.”
Reggie did her the service of laughing at her poor attempt at a joke and allowing the conversation to move to new topics. She did him the service of pretending his ‘oh so random excuse’ for a hug not even a minute later was just that, ‘a random hug.’ One that Kayla also happened to get involved in.
The next morning Julie was almost certain the whole evening had been a bizarre fever dream until she realized she’d fallen asleep sitting up. Slowly she blinked her eyes open to find herself leaning against Reggie’s pale freckled shoulder, a heavy weight leaning against her own head and against her other side. Julie shifted, trying to not wake the other two but not sure hoe to remove herself from between them. 
“Morning.” Kayla whispered, her voice slightly raspy, and making no move to get off of Julie. “We must have accidentally drifted off.” 
Julie nearly squeaked in surprise to hear her voice, and definitely did when Reggie chuckled and whispered back. “Weirdly, the best sleep I've ever had."
“Same.” Kayla giggled, both of the laughing vibrating against Julie’s chest. And though she couldn’t quite bring herself to say it with her voice caught behind her smile, Julie felt the same way too. 
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twotailednekomata · 9 months
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*Laughing hard* WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS UGLY ASS THING!?
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magentagalaxies · 8 months
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on the note of my tags on the last post (re: me being purple-coded especially if people know aubrey) i thought i'd share this incredible dm i got from bruce last time i was in toronto:
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