#(welp that was sudden)

[lucafuwafuwa24]

HI, I'M THE AUTHOR OF SWEET REVENGE, I LIKED THAT ART OF YOURS!!! WE COULD BE FRIENDS, YOU KNOW

[saintbleeding]

[ID: two drawings of a roughly-toddler aged Jon Sims and his mother. Both look like heavily weathered polaroids. Both Jon and his mother have medium-brown skin, dark, curly hair, and brown eyes. In the first picture, Jon is in overalls and a jumper, sitting on his mother’s lap and staring offscreen, chewing on the tip of his index finger, as she gazes lovingly down at him. She wears glasses and a blue blouse under a brown waistcoat. The photo is captioned “Jonathan & Ameerah, Oct ‘89”. In the second photo, Jon is wearing a red onesie and his mother’s glasses, grinning cheekily up at her as she laughs, one of her hands clutching both of his. The caption says “thief! Scoundrel!! Fiend!!!” End ID.]

it’s been two years one month two weeks and three days and jon jarchivist is still my sweet precious angel what else is new

[isuggestwishcraft]

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[welp0w0]

in celebration of the askblog @spread-the-influence spawning into existence, i did some doodles :3

heres a closeup of [THE INFLUENCER] Ragatha

and heres doggirl rags spawned from a recent-ish gag anon ask on the main ask blog

shes so ouppy, do heem heem whimper to me <3

[THE INFLUENCER]/influence!Ragatha and the doggirl ragatha design belongs to @ask-the-rag-dolly

[snowyvoid]

spending so much of my life on the toilet hunched over a bin and trying not to cry or vomit cant be good for me. god get me out of this. let somebody figure out whats wrong with me. why is my body like this.

[zhongrin]

just had to google what does 'proprietary' and 'obfuscate' meant bc colleagues used them and i feel very dumb hsfjfdgsf

[sammy431]

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[saiyanandproud]

[MELTDOWN] - Cyto because I can only assume any bad injury against her would send him into an uncontrollable fury.

Injury memes

[ MELTDOWN ]  for sender to witness receiver being hurt which causes them to go into a murderous rage. 

Mariko liked horses; when she was a kid, she always thought they seemed beautiful from books and illustrations, and her secret dream had always been to ride one. Sadly, of all the disciplines inflicted to her by her parents, horse-riding was never one of them -- too little green spaces left in her era, and her mother would have never approved of something that came with lots of dirt and a strong smell.

When she had confessed Cyto her frustrated dream, he hadn't said anything. Instead, he had stood up and left, only to return after some minutes leading a young horse by its reins. Mariko gasped, and Cyto smiled.

"You can try to ride him if you want," he said. "It's mine."

"Seriously?!"

Mariko was elated. Nothing in her fantasies could come close to the amazement of seeing a horse with her own eyes. When Cyto handed her the horse's reins -- his name was Rocket, he explained, a young male sorrel, with bright amber eyes and a shiny coat -- Mariko could swear she had fallen in love with how slender, fast and majestic it looked.

She climbed on it, legs shaking from the excitement, and, under Cyto's instructions, gently kicked Rocket's sides with a gentle kick. When he started to trot, she barely held a squeal of surprise, and spurred him even faster with another kick. Rocket speeded up.

"Be careful," Cyto warned her with a smile. But Mariko could barely listen.

She thought flying was amazing, but sharing speed with another creature and feeling the close contact of their bodies as adrenaline rushed through her veins was a unique experience. At some point, her heart galloped at the same rhythm of Rocket's hooves, and she found herself howling aloud, inebriated with joy, stretching her arms towards the sky.

But Rocket didn't like it. The horse halted abruptly and reared up with a shrilling neight, making her fall to the ground. The grass buffered her landing, but she felt a piercing pain when Rocket skittishly landed with a hoof on her chest; she could feel something crack near her sternum, and let out a scream of pain that sent Rocket to run around the clearing. Cyto was by her side a second after.

"Are you hurt?!" He exclaimed, hands quivering from the restrained need to touch her.

"My chest," Mariko groaned. "I think I broke a rib."

Cyto said nothing. He turned at Rocket, who was still rearing and neighing, unnerved. His eyes flashed and he stretched an arm in front of him; a straight, lethal beam shot from his palm, stabbing Rocket in the neck. With Mariko's horror, the horse collapsed to the ground in a cloud of dust.

She bit her lips, trying to witheld her tears. Cyto turned back at her, voice calm, as if nothing had happened.

"Come. I'll take you home," he said. "Maybe mom can call a doctor."

Mariko nodded, but said nothing. When Cyto lifted her in his arms, tears started to roll down from her eyes. She lowered her head, trying not to look at Rocket's lifeless body as Cyto took up to the sky, and promised herself to never go horse-riding ever again.

[murasakiyuzu]

i think the one mistake wit studio made (and the one thing they Were kinda bad at in the beginning) was in showing the younger characters physical growth here

u have the scene where eren, armin and mikasa vow to join the military NEXT YEAR, and then theres the one-year time skip, at the entrance ceremony (and in this scene post-ceremony) wherein theyre supposed to be 12yo, and they look Considerably older than the year before

and then theres the three-year time skip of sorts when they graduate at 15, but they look The Same as when they were 12 lol

i was p confused w this and i Know ive seen other people getting lost in the timeline in part bc of this lol

[kairunatic]

[verawhisk]

bg3 spoilers!!

[ashes-and-static]

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[supercimi]

id brainstorm all i want and make plans all i want but actually weaving it into something understandable for others not just my brain is oftentimes hard

i mostly get stuck when writing cuz of this bottleneck

hmmm for me at least the more i brainstorm new ideas about what i want in the story or in this particular scene the more it helps me understand what and how i want to write into it better

although it doesn't always help much even more so if get stuc

take for example a story about a travelling merchant

a simple enough description and usually when you brainstorm you'll come up with many different interpretations like:

that merchant's a nople

that merchant's a time traveller

no he's a bot

nope he's a gnome

maybe he's not even an alive merchant!

or simply a dirt poor merchant with strangely expensive wares

maybe he's a Noble who sold all his furtune for these expensive wares that's why he's dirt poor

Tips for Writing a Difficult Scene

Every writer inevitably gets to that scene that just doesn't want to work. It doesn't flow, no matter how hard you try. Well, here are some things to try to get out of that rut:

1. Change the weather

I know this doesn't sound like it'll make much of a difference, but trust me when I say it does.

Every single time I've tried this, it worked and the scene flowed magically.

2. Change the POV

If your book has multiple POV characters, it might be a good idea to switch the scene to another character's perspective.

9/10 times, this will make the scene flow better.

3. Start the scene earlier/later

Oftentimes, a scene just doesn't work because you're not starting in the right place.

Perhaps you're starting too late and giving too little context. Perhaps some description or character introspection is needed before you dive in.

Alternatively, you may be taking too long to get to the actual point of the scene. Would it help to dive straight into the action without much ado?

4. Write only the dialogue

If your scene involves dialogue, it can help immensely to write only the spoken words the first time round.

It's even better if you highlight different characters' speech in different colors.

Then, later on, you can go back and fill in the dialogue tags, description etc.

5. Fuck it and use a placeholder

If nothing works, it's time to move on.

Rather than perpetually getting stuck on that one scene, use a placeholder. Something like: [they escape somehow] or [big emotional talk].

And then continue with the draft.

This'll help you keep momentum and, maybe, make the scene easier to write later on once you have a better grasp on the plot and characters.

Trust me, I do this all the time.

It can take some practice to get past your Type A brain screaming at you, but it's worth it.

So, those are some things to try when a scene is being difficult. I hope that these tips help :)

Reblog if you found this post useful. Comment with your own tips. Follow me for similar content.

[clowningaroundmars]

I GOT SICK 😭

THE VIRUSES GOT ME

[sentofight]

ooc. hello, miss me? *in m.oriarty voice* at this point i will not force this cucumber that is called my brain to work on replies if it does not want. lets a go~

[rabbithaver]

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