#I should write more

[robindrake93]

Swiped left on Alex's instagram and am vividly reminded of all my billdip vivisection fics. 😳

[gdp03]

Um... hello.

Feels like forever since I've opened the app. I get the feeling that I should actually start writing something instead of just lazing around. Now that the test period is over in school, I think I can turn my attention to the ideas I have in mind for a story.

That said, I've also bought the FNaF movie novel just recently. I think it's a necessary step I need to take if I want to make a more accurate characterization (even if I'm writing fiction).

I will create the story... eventually.

[mechanicalhandsyaoi]

i fear checking the butchlander tag on ao3 every day is not good actually

[ralvezfanatic]

honestly everytime i see shipping prompts/plots or anything.. my mind automatically imagines them as ralvez. unless it's kinda angsty. but if it somehow mentions an old relationship or smth, i think moreid -> ralvez yk

AND LIKE I BE IMAGINING SUCH GOOD FICS BC OF PROMPTS AND SHI but im so lazy to write them or i start plotting them as im going to sleep.. so i forget them often...

[spottedside]

there are exactly 3 ozzy x drix fics on ao3 that are ONLY THEM and not thrax too

[the-reverse-mermaid]

Scrolling through your fics on ao3 because need to remind myself that you exist and I need you to know that You Say Jump was the first vat7k fic I ever read and it confused me so much when I walked into the fandom and they were drawing VARIAN getting possessed. I was like “But it’s Hugo?” I just thought the fandom was really stupid because they didn’t know it was Hugo who got possessed

HEHEHE THAT’S INCREDIBLE!!!

[kalvinbrnine]

- jon fosse’s search for peace (the new yorker, 2022)

i think this is so interesting idk !

[cartoonsbyandie]

Tag Game: Ten First Lines

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.

I was tagged by @marshmallowgoop

I'm also interpreting this to mean "most recently worked on" and including WIPs.

“I have a few questions for you. I know you’ve already been read your rights,” he said, shutting the door behind him. [”???”]

It was a blue box truck, the kind made for delivering freight through crowded city streets like Beika, the Isuzu logo plastered proudly on the front grill. [”Look Both Ways,” Bride of Halloween fic]

There had been something haunting them, long before Richard's murder-magnetism had kicked into high gear. [“The View from Makeout Bridge,” KogoMegure one-shot.]

Richard made a mental note that if he ever wanted to win a game of hide-and-seek, he should just pay Division Two a visit. Because that was the last place he’d ever expect to find himself, and he was literally standing here right now. [“Witness Statement,” NakaMouri fic.]

"You didn't beat me yet, Kaiba! I activate Contagion of Madness!" The card was recognized, every shred of confidence draining from Kaiba’s face, illuminated by a blinding light that filled the battlefield. [”Critias the Traitor,” mostly-abandoned Orichalcos!Kaiba AU canon rewrite.]

Kew understood the world of the living for what it wasn’t. [Short story file, original characters.]

I tag: idk whoever hasn’t done it, I was tagged in this forever ago

[annamelia-art]

I can't remember if I reblogged a post I saw a while ago about lost stories because of lost storage, but today I was sorting out my creep and found this:

[ID: A left hand holding a black 3.5 inch diskette with a majority white label with a blue bar along the top with printed white text reading Gold Master. On the white portion of the label are several different handwritten labels - "Story 1", "Origins", "Story disk 1", "Do not overwrite", "Kat's disk 2 😺". in the background there is a basket with a sewing box and a paint palette sticking out of it. End image description]

This disk has, I assume, some of my old stories on it, but l cannot remember which ones, or anything about it, and I have no way of accessing it.

I am assuming the Kat on the disk is my cousin, since that's not my name 🤷‍♀️ like, she's the only Kat I knew at the time this was still a current technology...

[galaxywhump]

I'm so sorry you're having a hard time my friend. Sending you love ❤️

So, why do you like the trope "mouth sewn shut" so much? And what got you to love it? 👀

-- @whumperofworlds

Thank you so much friend ❤️

Oooh okay, so I'm a fan of characters being silenced in general, but mouth sewn shut adds the aspect of being kind of out of left field, so it's more shocking to the character in most circumstances. Duct tape or cloth is a classic, muzzles are a bit more out there, but needle and thread? It's a whole new level of horrifying.

I also like that it takes time, so there's a process to describe. The whumper has to be precise and focused, the whumpee is forced to stay still, otherwise the needle might slip. I suppose it just fits into my love for Realizations, gives the whumpee more time to think about how messed up what's happening to them is.

And, of course, I like the aesthetic.

[someonewhos-world]

She didn't understand. Where did it all go wrong?

Socks hitting the wooden floor of her house as the walls and beams creaked dangerously as the flames and overwhelming heat licked at her heels. It burned, the overwhelming heat against her tanned skin and it nipped at her skirt-- It latched onto her skirt. But she was too distracted on trying to find a way out--

She stopped, catching something in the corner of her eye. She turned her head, staring out the window to stare towards the woods.

She didnt understand.

She couldnt understand.

She wanted to understand. Understand why she couldn't move,why she felt so. So overwhelmed and uncomfortable and displeased. In her own burning house.

Everything was starting to hurt. It was too warm. Her eyes widened as she tore her gaze away from the treeline--That thing in the tree line-- She cried out, trying to run back out of the house. She threw herself at her front door. Oh. She never changed that double lock did she? She never asked her dad to do it for her,did she? She didnt do a lot of things. Didnt tell Harleen what happened in that basement. What she did with that pipe.

Her hand wrapped around the knob of the back door and reached back as she cried out in pain. The knob was too hot. Cold burning. A low groan creaked above her, Head snapping up in a panic she she shouldered the door. Hands grabbing the burning knob, cursing and yelling.

She didnt understand. Where did it all fall apart? Everyone was so happy. Everyone was fine. Everything was fine. Things were good. The beams groaned before all began to fall and crumble in. Caving.

She understood now. As she screamed and was pinned. Flames licking and biting at her flesh as she wriggled,writhed and screamed. She screamed and hacked and coughed and screamed some more. She understood now. Nails scraping against the burning floorboards.

Chetan understood. She understands now. This was a game. A game to the thing outside. Everyone was its victim. Everyone was just a pawn. It was doing this out of sick pleasure of just having fun. It was sick.

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"Hi,[REDACTED]. as you can see behind me, there are still Firefighters putting the flames out,but this house is unsalvageable. The cause of the fire is still under investigation."

Someone lived in that house.

[ruggedspud]

let me tell you the tale of the worst customer. we will call him Will. now when I first started at my old job everyone knew Will. he was the regulars of regulars and seems well regarded. something about him pissed me off immediately.

now nobody really understood why I didn’t like him. he was friendly, he tipped every time, never ordered anything too complex. but something about him never sat right with me. he was constantly over familiar with all the staff, always having to say hello to everybody and use their name every time. and he was always way too comfortable at the shop, basically treating it like he lived there. Doing things such as grabbing stuff from behind the counter without permission or answering other customer’s questions that had been obviously directed at us. it all set off red flags in me.

as the years went by I learned my intuition was 110% correct. Will was absolutely an entitled old prick behind his mask of friendliness. any time I, stronger willed and more stubborn than most of the staff, denied his inane requests he would take if far too personally. and boy were the requests inane, like asking me to change the music when it wasn’t to his tastes (buddy I’m the one stuck here, I will listen to whatever I want). Anyway he and I reached a silent understanding of the mutual dislike between the two of us. but then things started to escalate

 one day my coworker and I were talking in the more hidden section behind the counter. Will was the only customer in the shop and had already been helped so we had some free time. my coworker was opening up to me about some of the stuff going on in her life as a result of her struggles with depression. now anyone with half a brain cell would be able to tell that, even if they happened to overhear something, this was a private conversation. unfortunately Will is not in possession of half a brain cell. the man calls my coworker over and starts asking more details of the story she was telling me. my coworker, being bad at confrontation, tells him more of what we had been discussing. Will starts telling her that she NEEDS to go on anti-depressants and that the next time he sees her that she better have started taking them. These are all very invasive things to say to a person even if you are close to them so a customer trying to push this on a young woman is just frankly, insane. My coworker walks away uncomfortable about the situation and we continue with the day.

now the next day I’m not working but my coworker is. another coworker who is quite close to her tells the other staff (made up of my older brother and my good buddy) to keep Will at bay. at one point Will tries to take my coworker outside to talk. As this is happening some new customers are entering so my brother and buddy take it as and opportunity to tell Will that they need my coworker there behind the counter. Will takes this very personally. Apparently he felt that my brother shouted at him and embarrassed him in front of all his buddies who hang out at the shop with him. This absolutely wasn’t the case. but this starts a whole debacle of Will refusing to come to the shop and my bosses being upset over this (even though the whole situation is Will’s fault to begin with)

things only get sillier from there. now Will starts going to the shops other location (there are two), and one day I happened to be working there. Will walks in, sees me, and immediately turns away to leave. it was like something out of a cartoon. now let me remind you, dear reader, that I was NOT there the day the ‘incident’ occurred so this situation is hilarious to me. just the fact that it was my brother who upset him the man couldn’t even bring himself to be in the same building as me. I’m not sure what he expected would happen but I would’ve just served him like it was any other day. this happens more than once though and even though I find it hilarious my bosses are still annoyed about the whole situation.

well time moves on and eventually Will starts returning to his usual shop like nothing happened, just as we all predicted he would. things return to normal. but this is not the end of Will’s shenanigans, oh no. again he strikes, doing something no rational human being should ever do in a business that is not their own.

now at this point I am no longer working at the shop so this is all second hand from my brother. one day as my brother works he sees Will pick up one of the $8 slate coasters that the shop sells and go to put it under the leg of a table to stop it from wobbling. my brother, the shop manager, calls out to Will saying he can not do that, as well sell those coasters and don’t want them damaged. Will snaps. he starts shouting at my brother that “fine! he will buy the coaster! he will buy a bunch!”. my brother is already in a foul mood due to instances that had me no longer working at the shop (another story for another day) so he fights back saying that if Will wants a shouting match he’ll get one. somehow Will interprets this that my brother wants to physically fights him and goes outside to wait. mind you Will is an out of shape man in his 60s and my brother is a rather fit man in his 30s so this fight could only have one possible outcome. my brother does not go outside though because he’s a rational human being and he’s trying to do his job. Will walks back inside and calls my brother a dick as he passes. the bosses bring my brother to the back to help cool the situation down.

now the funniest part about the whole thing is that even Will’s buddies agree he was completely in the wrong. one even walks up the counter to tell this to the bosses and say that my brother should not be in trouble for this. now Will is back to traveling to the other shop location and apparently telling this story to everyone who will listen. though in his version he tries to state that my brother very much was trying to fight him (untrue). frankly I’m a bit sorry to have missed this whole situation but if I can find one bright side to losing my job it’s that I never have to deal with Will and his absurd entitlement again.

[baronessblixen]

Hello! Have you ever wrote any sein und zeit fanfic ?

I don't think I have! I do have a prompt for it though 😁

[ask-darling-xoxo]

The new year has started and yet I can’t bring myself to follow through with my New Year’s resolution of being more active and attempting to post more

[rainbow-demoness]

Closest you're probably going to get is Going Postal, about a hedge fund running the Discworld's telegraph-internet into the ground. I'm now, again, feeling the pain of losing a great writer, maybe the only person I'd never met but whose passing I still mourned. He'll have been dead 9 years exactly tomorrow (today? March 12th). I think it hadn't gotten as bad as it's gotten now yet when he died. They do say a man is not dead while his name is still spoken, but I still miss him. His books taught us to think like he did, a bit, but I still would've loved to have read his view on more recent societal developments in his own voice. I wonder if he'd have felt the need to further comment on this particular evil than he already had. We'll have to make do ourselves, and try to honour his memory by practicing the compassionate fury he poured into his books. That's a hard task to combine with humour and solace, though, and I wish we had a little more of his example still. GNU Terry Pratchett, you're dearly missed.

This makes me so sad and also I'm trying to remember if any of the Discworld books dealt with late stage capitalism

[balesfx]

i tell myself this would be an organized blog and then boom its not