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Trying to do research for writing is so dumb I’m literally on the Wikipedia page for rabbit

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Write a horror story in the format of an Internet search history

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I can't help but feel like nobody who's written about characters with bipolar disorder has ever actually talked to a person with bipolar disorder.

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yeah bro it's a character study. the 2 thousand words of blowjob is vital to the study of the character

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i had three fic ideas.  wrote one.  i still have three fic ideas.  this is not how math is supposed to work.

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Persephone walks the dark corridors. touches the shadows. holds the sunlight in the palm of her hand. the darkness clings to the hem of her dress and curls around her fingers. they call her naive, small, a daughter of the spring, goddess of the flowers. as though flowers are not deadly and heat cannot kill. she wears blossoms on her throne of bones and treads on a carpet of shadows. persephone is well acquainted  with the darkness. the shadows adore her. 

goddess of spring. goddess of winter. goddess of souls on their knees, for every soul is a winter and an autumn, a spring and a summer, a flower and a little death. she rules the sunlight and the darkness curls around her fingertips. persephone sings and the world listens. they know you cannot divorce the light from the shadows. 

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me, after clearing my schedule to write:

uhhhh it was raining... and dark (and also night) and uhh... COLD, and then something dramatic~ happened

me, stuck in traffic on my way to work:

Rain tumbled through midnight leaves, casting the forest in liquid moonlight. A low growl shook the horizon. Death had come.

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Writing prompt? No. Writing much delayed.

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it’s psychological horror to YOU. to me it’s a romcom

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Is this a problem?

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Editing? Oh you mean fic patching.

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(hears a song lyric) this would make a great all-lower case fanfiction title

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I just love when a fanfic is so very soft that I have to stop reading every three rows and walk around my room for a bit with a hand on my heart while whispering "oh my god they glanced at eachother", because I get too overwhelmed with love and sweetness.

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FTH 1: Good Omens

For @hkblack whose prompt was a scene from her AO3 fic Beyond Grace

Thank you so much for bidding and I hope you enjoy <3 It was super fun

Excerpt: 

“Crowley was on a platform surrounded by everything, and nothing. The same light that existed in Heaven existed here, but it was dim, and its source seemed to move every time you searched for it.  In the center of the platform a wide and dark gaping maw opened from below. From sight alone, there was no telling how deep it went. But Crowley remembered, he remembered free-falling down that darkness when it was lit up by flames of Divine Fire. He remembered seeing other bodies falling past him, he remembered the stench of feathers burning, bones melting.

He stood at the edge of the Pit and stared down into it. He reached out, not with his hands, not with mind, but with his being, and searched. Crowley didn’t need to turn and look to the monument to know what he would find. He knew he would see Raphael, tears streaming down her face as she screamed, clutching a chain with a broken link, while Eric held her. Michael’s actions and Uriel’s words now felt more like a confirmation than a revelation. Of course they wouldn’t have just left Aziraphale at the monument. It would’ve been too easy.

Crowley stared down into the pit, and then, he heard a voice, Aziraphale’s voice.

Please, Crowley, please.

His eyes fluttered shut and he took in a deep breath, centering himself as the sound washed over him. He could imagine what he looked like, standing at the edge of the Pit, his black wings extended cutting through the sterility that surrounded him. He held the sword, alight with dual flames, by his left side. His short hair was a wreck, and he could feel the bruise forming on his cheek from getting knocked about in his tussle with Michael.

He was no avenging angel; he was an avenging Fallen.

His eyes opened. His face was set in steely determination. He took another deep breath.”

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does anyone else do a thing when reading...pretty much anything, fanfiction, online articles, webnovels, published fiction - where periodically you'll kind of go "oh I don't like that wording, rephrase" or "that sentence structure is awkward, here, let me fix that for you" and like. mentally edit it in your head. and not even, like, in a critical way, exactly, just kind of "hmm I would have used a different word here. and now I will" and mentally overriding what's actually on the page?

like, I'm reading something right now that had the phrase "maul open to swallow a prey" and my brain looked at that and went "whoops you mean *maw open to swallow prey" and then moved on relatively seamlessly as though that was now what it did, in fact, say. but it isn't.

have no idea if I'm making any sense. maybe everybody does this. it just sometimes makes reading a weird experience for me when I notice it happening