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HAVING NOTES ABOUT ONE'S CHARACTER IS FOR THE WEAK MINDED

IF I DON'T KNOW WHAT MOTIVATES MY CHARACTER AND WHAT KEEPS THEM UP AT NIGHT AND WHAT HAUNTS THEM EVERYDAY AND WHAT THEY YEARN FOR AND THEIR BIGGEST REGRET BY HEART

THEN WHY BOTHER?

character sheets? i barely know her!

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G(r)ay Snake Progress!

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POSTING LITTLE SNIPPETS FROM MY GAY FANTASY NOVEL TO FORCE MYSELF INTO WRITING | PART 37

Alexandre nodded back. "Get ready. I still need to check on the preparations."

Instead of leaving, he took a step forward as he lifted his right hand. The side of it hovered over Thomas's forehead, then he lowered to his chest where he closed it into a fist and finished by tapping gently above his heart with his knuckles.

He took his hand away and lifted it to his lips. "May Lord Life protect you, Tom," he whispered.

"Thanks, papá," Thomas whispered back.

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POSTING LITTLE SNIPPETS FROM MY GAY FANTASY NOVEL TO FORCE MYSELF INTO WRITING | PART 36

Alexandre saw him first, but Thomas clicked his tongue to attract Dulcinea’s attention. Dulcinea’s left ear pointed in his direction. She huffed and stomped the ground with both her hooves. She absolutely hated when Thomas —or anybody, really— had the audacity of demanding her attention with such a vulgar sound! She was no ordinary horse, after all. She was the specialest princess to ever graze these pastures. Nay, to ever grace this rotten male-filled country! Thomas had created a monster. An incredibly pampered and spoiled monster.

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POSTING LITTLE SNIPPETS FROM MY GAY FANTASY NOVEL TO FORCE MYSELF INTO WRITING | PART 35

By Dulcinea’s huff and continuous stomping of her hoof, she was getting really cranky. He doubted that Alexandre was equipped to deal with a Signature Dulcinea Tantrum.

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What if I write a little gay one shot of my OC's?

What if I already did write that one shit, just in another language?

What if that one shot I wrote back in 2021? A little wonky, but so fucking gay

What if I rewrite that one shot (into English) and post it? Just as a little teaser of what's to come 👀

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POSTING LITTLE SNIPPETS FROM MY GAY FANTASY NOVEL TO FORCE MYSELF INTO WRITING | PART 34

For a First Trial, Thomas expected more. In all fairness, he hadn’t known what to expect, but it certainly wasn’t this. It was almost underwhelming. Keyword, almost.

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POSTING LITTLE SNIPPETS FROM MY GAY FANTASY NOVEL TO FORCE MYSELF INTO WRITING | PART 33

It was like the air got sucked out of the room. None of the participants dared move or voice their confusion. They all shared scandalized looks with their peers. All taken by surprise, all shocked. All filled with many regrets and panic. Drunk guy wasn’t yelling, but everyone was so quiet that his words were heard through the entire room. “Me lleva la verga.”

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Goal: Read some good Gay + Ace slow burn shit

Obstacle: I have to write the damn thing

goddamn it.

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Kriz's writing woes | Horse race edition

Me: Alright! It's time to get writing this Deadly™ Horse Race!

Me: ...

Me: But... How does a horse track look like!? I can't write how it is if I don't know how it is! What shape are they?!

Me: -Types into google 'Horse racetrack'-

Me: ... Hm... It doesn't convince me...

Me: ... What if I—? -opens PowerPoint-

Me: Okay! Okay. I can work with this. Now, let's get to writing!

Me: ... It looks kinda ugly tho. I'll just—

Me: -opens Adobe Illustrator real quick-

Me: Alriiiight! Lookin' good. Real good. Nice, very nice. Now, let's get writing!

Me: ...

Me: How... How big is this supposed to be? -back to Google-

Me: Oh, okay. Cool. So now I just gotta... Assign a length to my blob... Cool... How I love mathematics /s

-Half an hour of battling with Illustrator later-

Me: ... -sigh- Time to do this the old-fashioned way -pulls out thread and a scale ruler-

Me: Alright. Now, I can finally start writing—!

Also me: What about the horses?

Me: ...

Also me: ... are you—?

Me: A̴̪͉̫̒͊̀Ä̴͕͕́̾̈́͜A̴̴̢̼̝̟͔͉̓͛̓̈́A̵̸̺̻͍͕̻̓̈́͋͛̈́A̸̴̢͍͇̻̫̟͒̽̓̈́̽͠Ä̸̸̢̡̡̢͚̠́͛̈́̈́̓͆À̵̵̡̪͕̝̘͙͐̀͒͘͝A̵̸̺̻͍͕̻̓̈́͋͛̈́Ä̸̸̢̡̡̢͚̠́͛̈́̈́̓͆À̵̵̡̪͕̝̘͙͐̀͒͘͝A̸̵̢̙̦͇̦͖͊̐͑̕͝A̵̸̺̻͍͕̻̓̈́͋͛̈́A̸̴̢͍͇̻̫̟͒̽̓̈́̽͠Ä̸̸̢̡̡̢͚̠́͛̈́̈́̓͆A̴̴̢̼̝̟͔͉̓͛̓̈́A̵̸̺̻͍͕̻̓̈́͋͛̈́Ä̸̸̢̡̡̢͚̠́͛̈́̈́̓͆À̵̵̡̪͕̝̘͙͐̀͒͘͝A̸̵̢̙̦͇̦͖͊̐͑̕͝Ä̴͖̫̙́͊͑A̵͚͖̦̐͠A̴̴̢̼̝̟͔͉̓͛̓̈́A̵̸̺̻͍͕̻̓̈́͋͛̈́A̸̴̢͍͇̻̫̟͒̽̓̈́̽͠Ä̸̸̢̡̡̢͚̠́͛̈́̈́̓͆À̵̵̡̪͕̝̘͙͐̀͒͘͝A̸̵̢̙̦͇̦͖͊̐͑̕͝Á̴̦͇̻̓͝A̵̼̘͔͑͝H̴̞͎̐̽͊G̸̫̻̙͒͑͝R̵̴̦͍̫͇̪̪̀͋̀̈́͘

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POSTING LITTLE SNIPPETS FROM MY GAY FANTASY NOVEL TO FORCE MYSELF INTO WRITING | PART 32

He clasped his hand as his eyes glided through the room. “I hope you’ve all enjoyed yourselves—” “YEAH!” A drunk soldier exclaimed. He clung to some colonel’s shoulders as he tilted his head to finish his cup. The colonel was mortified and tried to shake the soldier off —it just made him cling more. Elijah pressed his lips into a thin line. “… Anyway…” He cleared his throat.

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Me when I plan out a story and want to tell everyone

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POSTING LITTLE SNIPPETS FROM MY GAY FANTASY NOVEL TO FORCE MYSELF INTO WRITING | PART 31

““If you feel yourself get drowsy, slap yourself,” Jeremiah commanded. “As hard as you can. Make it sting. If you focus on the pain, you won’t fall asleep.” Thomas groaned and passed a hand through his face. “Would falling asleep mean I fail?” Jeremiah considered for a moment. “Not necessarily,” he said, slowly. Like before, his eyes moved as if he were following a speckle of dust. “It’s more, like… Where you collapse.” “Collapse,” Thomas echoed. He felt another yawn coming, so he covered his jaw with his hand. Jeremiah narrowed his eyes. “Are you still sleepy?” His question felt more like an offer to slam down his foot in Thomas’s foot.”

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Fun fact!

The story I am talking about in this meme came to be as a little throw away joke/"in world" pop culture reference for a different story I had been working on since, about, 2015-2016

I've neglected those blorbos for this one because, when I made the switch, I thought "This story isn't as complicated and doesn't require a lot of mental energy from me. Might be just what I need to break from this writer's block!"

Queue clown music 🤡

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Snake man snake man

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A snake in Thailand spent enough time sitting still in the water to grow moss and turn into a dragon, apparently.

More video at the source account!

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i sit down to write and suddenly i am the most distracted human alive. the chair is uncomfortable. my coffee is too hot. my playlist isn't quite the vibe. i need to research what victorian houses smelled like in 1872 for exactly 45 minutes even though my story takes place in space. and yet the moment i'm trying to fall asleep? every single sentence i've ever needed just lines up perfectly in my brain like some kind of creative parade i'll never get back.