#also watch me procrastinate over my 2 wips and more ideas

[mysticalsoot]

reconciliation and forgiveness

part 2 of 'peer pressure and canned beer' // bs au

➸ note; so- it's not Halloween themed but it is a fic I've been procrastinating finishing for five months (basically no motivation for it-) but it's now complete and I have some more wips for this au that I'm working on!! i couldn't keep it to myself any longer so- yeah here I am!! also!! please let me know if you want to be added to the bs au taglist or my main taglist

➸ pairing; bs!au wilbur gold/soot x gn!reader

➸ summary; after convincing from your other crew trainer and a couple weeks of a break; you finally decide to talk it out with wilbur on what happened that night (can be read as standalone but context from part 1 would be good as well!)

➸ warning; angst, hurt/comfort, I easily forgive Wilbur, that's my own problem, kissing, mentions of being drunk/hungover, probably swearing, tension but not good tension

➸ age-rating; 15+

➸ wordcount; 2.9k

part 1

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Your hope somehow turned into a manifestation, and thankfully, Wilbur got stuck in sickbay--after Grace had dragged him there, of course following a very very long drawn out lecture that he most definitely deserved. You wanted to lay in bed and rot, you didn't want to talk to anyone, speak a single word or even open your eyes. You managed to get away with that for the first half of the day, and you hummed when you felt the bed dip beside you. Your dad was here.

"Kiddo.. how are you feeling?" You open your eyes, watching as his lips curl into a solemn smile.

"I'm not the one with a hangover." Your tone is flat and dry, you could care less for inflection at this moment. You'd rather be left alone to wither away to dust, but your dad is insistent. He isn't going to let go, he'll want to be there for you, and he always has.

"Yeah, well, when he's out of sickbay I'm going to have a talk with him and then his parents," He pats your knee, sighing before looking down and folding his hands in his lap.

"Is he.." Your voice falters as you take a deep breath and curl onto your side, "Will he get in trouble?"

Your dad shrugs, looks over at you and let's a soft smile curl on his lips before speaking, "A bit. He did break curfew, sneak out and consume alcohol. But I do know him, and I know it wasn't his idea. I'm not going to punish him as if it was his idea."

"You know it was- It was them, right?" Your father nods at your inquiry.

"It was obvious that it was, this isn't the first time they've pulled such a thing," he pauses, thinking for a moment, he rubs your hair and then sighs, “I think you should go ahead to breakfast, yeah?”

He stands up, nodding at you, bidding to see you later before leaving the room. You groan in annoyance before standing up and heading to your dorm to change. It doesn't take you longer than a few minutes to do so, not bothering with your hair before shutting your dorm door and hurrying down the stairs.

It's a Saturday morning, at least lucky for you. And perhaps for Wil too. He stays in sickbay and doesn't miss any classes. You don't have any classes to attend and you can just flee back to your room to rot, like you intended to.

Your mind sort of shuts down on the walk over to the cafeteria, numb of thoughts and feelings as your eyes drop carelessly. It's relatively bare of students, which isn't a surprise for eight in the morning on a Saturday, most kids wake up around nine or ten and don't bother to eat until lunchtime.

Unlucky for you, you're a morning bird and so is Andy. So even if you didn't sleep in his and your father's dorm, you'd still wake up to have breakfast with him.

The moment you step into line, grabbing your tray after you sanitized your hands, your mind then fell to thoughts of Wil. Mornings where you'd both stand in line and talking about everything and nothing while grabbing your food and sitting down together. Laughing and smiling and going about your days together. Something you can't quite do now, and you aren't sure if you even want to. Do you even want to be around him?

It's a valid question that you asked yourself, although you're sure in a week you'll have forgiven him and forgotten about last night. But for the moment, you feel more hurt and angry than he's ever made you. Maybe it's the fact he let himself get pressured, or maybe it's that he didn't stop May from kissing him or the words he used when you tried to help him. It was probably a combination of things, but lucky for him you can't seem to be angry at him for long.

Your tray fills up, or at least somewhat. The star hashbrowns and the pancakes shaped as moons seem to be your choice for the morning. You find a seat at your usual place, staring out the large windows and watching students and teachers walk by. Some museum guests too, admiring the newly remodeled Pathfinder. It only took them four or so years to get it fixed, so might as well admire their work.

What feels like miliseconds but was probably minutes passes by, and Andy fits a seat in front of you, smiling softly with almost a hint of sadness to it.

"How are you feeling?" He speaks so gently, like you were a kicked puppy completely incapable of doing anything.

"Why do people keep fucking asking me that? I'm fucking fine," You seethe, and you catch a glimpse of Andy almost flinching and then his mouth curves down into a frown, "Sorry," you mumble the simple apology, looking down and sighing.

"I'm just worried about you, kiddo. Y'know? We all are," He almost reaches forward to rest his hand on yours, but he holds back realizing it may not be the best idea. Words will simply have to do.

"Everyone heard, huh?" you scoff, rolling your eyes at the thought as you mess with your pancakes, not bothering to eat them quite yet.

Andy nods gingerly, "The whole floor probably."

"That's my fault, I shouldn't have provoked a drunk guy," you put down your fork, glancing up at Andy as he gazes at you, worry etched on his features.

"It's no one's fault, okay? It happened and things will be handled accordingly. Your father and I have a meeting with Evan and Cati, and the trainers for that other team. Hopefully we'll come to an agreement on what happened before we get leadership involved," He takes a bite of his own food after speaking, hoping that it'll somehow indirectly encourage you to eat. It's worked before, so why not now?

"Keep dad in check for me, yeah?" A soft smirk plays on your lips at the thought, your dad can be decently protective of his kids and sometimes gets a bit heated. He's a good teacher though, and Ethan is the same way. Cati and Andy have a handful today.

"I'll do my best, lucky for me, he's short and easily containable," He pauses, sucking in a breath as his eyebrows raise, "Mostly."

He keeps quiet for a while, watching you every now and then as you slowly eat your breakfast. Your mind wanders where it shouldn't, dabbling in thoughts that should never see the light of day, but yet they do.

Thoughts and regrets bubble up, swirling together in a dangerous concoction. Maybe you should have just kept your mouth shut. Or perhaps it would've been best if you fought him on going. The mature thing to do is to talk to Wilbur, get it over with and come to a kind agreement. But what you want to do is never speak to him again. You know you're probably being overdramatic. That it isn't worth your breath to ponder over it or be so pissed off about the situation. It wastes more energy than it's worth. Yet you can't help it, you're hurt and you're angry and all you want to do is scream at the moment.

"You should go visit Wilbur, talk to him," Andy finally speaks up, his tray already taken care of and the team's teacher binder set in front of him.

"I don't think it's a good idea," A deep sigh slips past your lips as you chew on a hashbrown you grabbed a moment ago.

"You'll never know if you don't try," He pauses, hesitating and thinking over whatever he has planned to say next, "It may be your last time to see him in person for a while. He's probably going to be suspended."

You weigh the thought in your mind, considering his words and your own thoughts and worries. It takes you a few minutes before you nod, surrendering, "Okay, fine," you let out a gentle breath, playing with your food again.

Andy smiles, nodding before standing up and taking his binder with him. He begins to walk away before stopping beside you, resting his hand on your shoulder to encourage you to meet his eyes. You do.

"I love you, kiddo. Remember that," His lips curve up softly, a warm smile meant for you. The intention meant to solidify his words. He loves you, and you're thankful of that.

"I know," you smile softly, nodding as you keep your gaze up at him, "I love you too."

He nods again, patting your shoulder before walking away and then you're left with your thoughts yet again. Letting them run wild won't do you much good, even if wallowing and rotting seems the most appealing, it isn't the best plan of action. So you take a deep breath, and stand up, walking over to take care of your tray. You run your fingers over the concrete walls, letting your mind numb itself for the walk over to sick bay.

You pray and hope this isn't a bad idea, that Wilbur won't be against seeing you. That he won't view you in the way he seemed to last night. That he'll hear you out for once and perhaps rectify what he messed up. You have responsibility in the matter as well, and you have every plan to apologize yourself. Where you can, at the least.

It's fall now, the chilly air filling your lungs and what leaves have changed now fall from selective trees. Alabama Octobers are like that, selective in its weather and what leaves fall, and what trees turn. But it's nice, it's relaxing and it gives something different even if it's annoying.

You pass underneath the Pathfinder, gazing up at it as you venture through the courtyard it's placed in. There's not many students out today, or at this hour at the least. But a few wander the campus, speaking amongst one another. A few couples make out behind bushes or behind aircraft. You turn into the covered opening, pushing the door open and entering sick bay.

A younger nurse sits at the desk and looks up at you, "What can I do for you, hun?" Her smile is sweet and soft, it's welcoming and she seems decently spry for how early it is.

"I'm here to visit Wilbur Gold?" Your voice lilts at the end, raising in question as you fidget with your fingers.

"He's over there, bunk two," she smiles and nods and you make your way over, knocking on the walls separating the bunk areas.

"Hi," you whisper, eyes glancing down at Wilbur where he sits on the bottom bunk. He looks up at you, eyes widening in a combination of shock and worry.

"Hey," he mumbles in return, putting down the textbook he had in hand and shutting it.

You hold your breath for a moment, mind wandering for a few more seconds as you wonder what to say and then it slips out, "I'm sorry, about last night."

You step into the small bunk room, fingers wringing together and tapping your fingertips together. He shakes his head, a wry laugh let out at your words.

"It's not your fault," 

You stop him short, "but I did antagonize you."

For some reason that you cant quite place, you don't have it in you to be angry, and instead you're just in a state of guilt. You should have stopped him from going, even if it wasn't your job to protect him.

"So? I was the drunk asshole who kissed another girl. I'm sorry, y/n. It's my fault." He pats the spot beside him, pulling his legs up against his chest to make room for you on the small bunk.

You keep quiet, not sure what else to say as you take a seat on the other side of the bunk, keeping your gaze on the wall. Wilbur mirrors your silence, chewing on his lip, his eyes boring into the side of your face.

"I'm only getting a two week suspension," he finally breaks the silence, trying desperately to grasp at something, anything with you.

You nod softly, taking in a deep breath, you turn to him yet don't make eye contact, "Good," you stop again, standing and beginning to walk out.

"I forgive you, but- I need a bit. if that's okay?" You step through the doorway, over the threshold and turn the corner. Wilbur doesn't respond, he just lets the vacant sound of your footsteps retreating out of sickbay.

He doesn't know what he'll do with himself when he's gone, yet he's sure some wallowing will be involved.

You, on the other hand, spend the rest of the day hiding away in the Davidson center. Wilbur is on the other side of campus, packing for his two week suspension back at home. You're sure his parents had a few colorful words for him once they were called and that you were right about. His father had more things to say than his mom, of anything his dad wasn't as aware as her on how susceptible Wilbur could be to peer pressure. Wil wasn't sure if his dad even knew him anymore, and sometimes you wonder if you would have felt the same, if your dad hadn't adopted you. Maybe Charlie feels that way.

You kept to yourself for the following two weeks, talking with your sister and some of your friends but mostly keeping to yourself. You spend so much time to yourself that you're ahead with your work, which isn't too out of the picture since you mostly are on track but with the extra time to yourself; you get ahead.

As usual, your dad is proud of you, showing that outwardly but also keeping his worries to himself, watching you closely and almost acting as if you'll break if he breathes too hard. And maybe you will, you're not even sure yourself. 

Sometimes you feel like a live fuse, ready to burn and implode, but other times you just feel numb, unsure on how to process things. Yet as the day he comes back crawls closer, you find yourself growing at peace with your situation, still missing him but almost forgiving him through his absence. You kept in contact with him, but it was far and few between given your schedule with school and him sort of being a bit grounded. He did explain that was his father's doing, it made sense to you how it was.

You woke up that morning, reaching for your phone just to see the excited messages he left for you. How he was finally looking forward to seeing you again, and the plans he had for you both.

You knew he had apologies attached and that he only wanted to mutter them in person, for that, you were thankful.

You managed to go about your day quietly, tidying up your bunk before heading over to the library on campus, returning a few books you borrowed for a project, and then walking back over to the main museum. Wandering through the halls and exhibits, admiring them as if you don't pass by them hundreds of times a day. It kept your mind off everything.

Somewhere between them and now, you'd walked back to your dorm, turning into the room only to see Wilbur unpacking. You stop in the doorway, watching him make his bunk and put away his bags.

"Hey, Wil," you finally speak up, greeting him and he immediately turns to face you, smiling happily at you.

"Hey," he whispers, walking over to you and offering a hug, which you gratefully take, falling into his arms and hugging him tightly around his waist.

"I'm glad you're back," you mumble against his chest, holding yourself tighter against him, reveling in his warmth; something you didnt realize you missed so much.

"Me too," he breathes, kissing your cheek before pulling back to look down at you, "I'm sorry, genuinely. I shouldn't have let her kiss me, and I sure as hell shouldn't have snapped at you how I did. You didn't deserve any of that, and so I'm sorry."

a small smile creeps up on your lips as he speaks, rambling at a speed faster than what should be humanly possible. so once he takes a breath, you lean up to press your lips to his, letting his mold to yours as you kiss one another, the exchange beginning to build in tension. he holds his hands on your hips, pulling you flush against him as you reach your fingers to sift through the curls on the back of his head. soft whimpers and hums are shared between your mouths, his grip getting tighter as you lift yourself higher on your toes.

you take a few more moments before you both decide to break for breath, eyes meeting before you both smile and laugh, "so, am I forgiven?" he whispers against your lips, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth before swiping his thumbs over your hip bones.

"mmm.. yeah, I think so," you giggle, standing back flat on your feet before you begin to tug him towards the door.

"where are you taking me?" he speaks through soft laughs, quite happy with how things turned out, even if he got his ass handed to him.

"our spot."

he smiles at the mention, nodding as you drag him away; most likely to make out. regardless, you're both happy with how things turned out and are sure to move forward from here. you forgave him, so all that needs to happen is for him to forgive himself.

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bs au taglist; @lillylvjy @lyssys

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fic author q&a

thank you @the-lady-general for tagging me, I love to procrastinate by doing stuff like this.

1. Why do you write fanfic?

because my brain is a relentless what-if machine and it can't be stopped or tamed. If I wasn't writing it down I'd be losing time just thinking about it, trust me, its far better this way.

and because I love writing, love the fic community, and just love creativity. I've been reading fic literally every single day since I was 11 or 12 and I'm now 38. I'm passionate about the fic writing world and my experience in the 'conventional' writing space has been nothing but anxiety, inferiority and bitterness.

2. Which of your posted stories do you think about the most, even though the story is “finished”?

I don't tend to feel like that about my stories, because I am always up to write sequels or prequels to things, or add stuff onto various universes. I still think often about weibermacht, which is the name of the sex club in my Hitman stories, and one day I will write a proper weibermacht story, but the reason I still think about stories is because they aren't properly finished. I also think a lot about the watch me series because I feel guilty that I never finished it. I have at least another 3 stories in various stages of writing.

I'm planning on doing a WIP amnesty next year (once One Man is finished), and I'm hoping that it will get me to finish some of these things I want to return to, but haven't since.

3. If you could give yourself fic advice from when you first started writing fic, what would that advice be?

Use the momentum of being really into something to make more art. Write as much fic as you can, and don't let guilt catch up with you. It doesn't matter if it sucks; you have to love it, and if you love it in the moment, you are going in the right direction.

4. What’s your relationship to fic stats?

As a professional sort-of statistician I adore them, I wish there were more of them, specifically available over time, and also the number of subscriptions to series would help me as someone who writes in that way. BUT: comparison is the thief of joy. My big fic-related breakdown was over constantly comparing myself to the people I thought were my peers. Stats don't tell you why you aren't doing better than someone, and I know from my profession that you can't just assume things from numbers.

5. Is there a pairing or scenario or friendship you miss writing? If so, why? If not, why not?

I miss Stormpilot (Finn/Poe) circa 2017. What a beautiful time. It will never come again, even if we got something to make the ship sail again, the world has changed.

6. What motivates you to write?

Much like the lady general, I am motivated by wanting to tell jokes, or by specific ideas that enter my brain and won't let go. I am motivated to keep going on one man because there are specific stories I need to share with the rest of the class, but I must tell the rest of the story in order to get there. The journey is the point, but so is the punchline.

7. Why do you write for the fandom(s) that you write for?

Star Trek, specifically SNW, is my current blorbo, so I write for myself and my id on that one. Hitman is for the thirsty thirteen and because its OTP. Oxventure is...complicated. I am so very burned out on that fandom. Super Secret RPF pairing is because of my co-conspirators <3. I've also written way, way too many things because Phoenix and I have talked about them and I've then be POSSESSED.

8. If you’re stuck writing a WIP, what do you do?

As long as I'm still interested in the project, I do my best to push through. I have the philosophy that a story doesn't really exist until it is published anyway. I do have an abandoned WIP folder, and within that is a folder called 'look I'm never writing these ones'. There are 12 stories in that folder. Meanwhile there are 134 I have yet to give up on, not including the 4 that are currently in progress (not including one man.)

Basically I need another WIP amnesty.

9. What do you wish people knew about comments?

They really are the fuel on the fire. I have finished stories because of comments. I have written entire worlds because of comments. I do my best to answer every single comment, and I try to also leave comments as much as I can. At the same time, I have to, for my own sanity, try not to put too much stock in them, because we have to be self-fuelling machines, we have to be self-raising lazaruses. You have to write for yourself, because if you base everything on other people's opinions, you will die nobody.

10. Maybe there’s a question you wish had been on here. What’s that question (and answer)?

I think the question I'd like to ask is what is your personal greatest fic achievement? Not your most popular story, what was the story that you still look at and go: I will never not be proud of that achievement. Mine is the fact I have published 750,000 words and 130 stories and I still feel like I'm only just getting started. That the perseverance over the last 14 years proves that I can do whatever I set my mind to, that I am valuable in a way that matters, and all the doubters of my youth can go fuck themselves forever.

I'm tagging @postalninja, @stickthisbig, @android-and-ale and @alienfuckeronmain and anyone else who wants to do it. lets navel gaze, lads.

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Writing procrastination game!

Thanks @lastlymatt for tagging me, I got rambly so I’ll put this under a ‘read more’

Tagging @pigandpepper @known-concepts @countessrivers

1.) what’s the name of one of your wips?

My doc names are usually very boring 95% of the time I finish a fic and think it’s ready to post and realise I need a title. How about ‘Yassen Bedroom Visit’?

2.) Describe a Wip in the format of __+__=__

SCORPIA heir Alex + totally normal kidnapping and drugging in the middle of the night get to safety orienteering exercises = childhood trauma

3.) What tags/warnings will one of your Wips need if you share it?

Forced child seperation?

4.) alternative title to a wip?

I don’t really have alternate titles! Titles tend to come pretty late in the process!

5.) which wip are you most likely to update/finish next?

Probably one of my s3 aus I’ve got brewing, there’s a longer thing I posted the first chapter of today but I also have some one shots, one where Yassen gets wounded fighting off Alex’s enemies and Alex basically has to hold him down to say he cares about him, and another where Yassen comes to chat to him in the middle of the night (while Alex is sleeping) and they catch up.

6.) what is one of your wip’s document title, not what it’s name is but what you have it saved as?

Again, extremely boring. Some examples - ‘Tom/House introduction’, ‘stables’, ‘the ball’, ‘heir apparent 1-9’, ‘hunting’ ‘hostage’ ‘orienteering.’

On reflection, these are very badly organised. But, hey Ho.

7.) post any sentence from your WIP?

Okay this took me forever to decide bc I want to share like, all of my sentences, but here’s a sentence from my SCORPIA heir Alex thing where Yassen just tries to take a day off, but is interrupted by Alex sneaking out of school/the country and mountain his school is on

‘Rubbing his eyes with his forefinger and thumb, he blocked out the little blonde headache sat before him, and sighed, already imagining the state of his email inbox when he got back to his laptop, which he’d sworn would stay folded in its case for the rest of the day.

“And how long ago was this? When should I start expecting panicked calls from your father?”‘

8.) a scrapped idea from your WIP?

Not necessarily a scrapped idea but evidently one I forgot about and rediscovered as I was flicking through google docs - originally a pre-season 3 idea (but could work post s3) where Yassen retires, and decides it’s time for Alex to retire too, even if he doesn’t want to. Very “congratulations you are being adopted! Do not resist.” Meme with Yassen that I’ve seen on here, the bit I’d written was him contemplating the least traumatising way to kidnap him, to make sure they’re a happy family unit post-kidnapping

9.) what’s a story you would love to write but have yet to start?

Alex sees dead people AU - Ian knows, when he dies his ghost becomes bound to Alex, and helps take care of him/watch over him in the field, Alex bumps into Yassen at Point Blanc and immediately recognises the ghost bound to him as his father, especially as he begs the assassin to stop pretending like he can’t hear him for once and let him see his son, to protect him.

10.) how many WIPs are you actively working on?

Four - regency fic, darker Alex s3 au, two other s3 aus I mentioned earlier. Suprised myself by how much of this longer ‘SCORPIA heir’ Alex thing that I’d put off for a while I’ve actually written. That’s one that I really want to finish before I start posting bc I’m bad at doing work without an immediate emotional reward/it’s a longer than anything I’ve written before and I don’t want to give up on it when it’s half published. I had been delaying it till after s3 but maybe time to get to work (will try and finish regency fic first)

11.) is there a scene your struggling to write now?

Oh I mean so many but the most immediate stumbling block is with the regency fic, chapter after this one they go to a ball and that’s almost basically written and so is a lot of the next two chapters but there’s things I need to thread into this chapter that just don’t want to be threaded - I need Alex to start being a bit more suspicious of Yassen, and remember that whole thing about his uncle being murdered now he’s a bit passed the initial princess diaries revelation moment.

I was thinking like Alex waiting up for him on Christmas Eve or something and falls asleep then is woken by Yassen sneaking back in and Alex noticed he’s got blood on his clothes or something and Yassen just shrugs him off and reacts more strictly/authoritatively than he has before. But the scene is a bit sludgy I my mind atm.

12.) Not a question but a second kudos!

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chayscribbles’ monthly writing update ☆ january 2023

☆ STATISTICS.

words written: 10 029

projects worked on: Andromeda Rogue; The Gemini Heist; and a Third, Secret Thing :)

proudest accomplishment: uhhh i can't really thing of anything... i made it to 10k words for the month at the very last minute does that count

books read: Six Wakes by Mur Lafferty; Station Eternity by Mur Lafferty

☆ GENERAL COMMENTS.

as you may or may not have noticed i haven't really been active on writeblr lately. between work, the fact that it's january, and having to shovel through, like, 4 snow storms, i haven't really had the time or energy.

started the writing year super strong. hit a wall about halfway and have since been in a terrible slump for most of the month.

however it turns out that you can trick your brain into thinking it's experiencing New WIP Euphoria by digging up and revamping an old wip (i.e. the Third, Secret Thing).

book comments: both books i read were about murder in space. both were pretty good. both get a solid 4/5 stars.

(between that, watching Glass Onion, rewatching Murder She Wrote, and starting to watch Columbo, i think i'm on a bit of a murder kick lately.)

more specific wip-related comments + featured excerpt below.

☆ COMMENTS: ANDROMEDA ROGUE (draft 2)

not much to say about this one tbh. while most of my words from this month came from this wip, i've,, mostly just been patching up little things like smoothing over inconsistent details and adding a little meat to description and exposition... but i've been procrastinating on fixing the Big Stuff 😭

i really like how the new version is turning out compared to the first version tho. it's so much cleaner & that's very satisfying.

if only i could just *clenches fist* get myself to actually fuckin work on it

☆ COMMENTS: THE GEMINI HEIST (outlining / draft 0.5 or something)

i finished part 1 of 7!... and now i have no idea what i'm doing.

i don't think i like fast drafting lol. i hate how shitty my quality of writing has been. and yeah whatever that's the point of a fast draft blablabla but like, when my draft is already a little bit readable i can go back and reread parts and be like "oh hey this isn't half bad". and i know people are always like "don't reread right away!!! just keep writing!!!!!!!" but for me rereading as i go is part of the process lmao. not only does it remind me of important things i would otherwise forget, it also encourages me to keep going when i see that what i've done isn't terrible.

and... with this fast draft everything just feels terrible.

not to mention i can't seem to untangle plot... heists are fuckin hard to plan. especially since there's multiple opposing parties with different plans that are all going to inevitably go to shit, and so i have to make more plans for when that happens. it feels so complicated uuuggghghhhgh

☆ COMMENTS: a Third, Secret Thing (???)

i'm not gonna talk about it too much publicly yet so i don't jinx whatever is going on here (and i want to make sure i'm a bit more committed to this thing before introducing anything) but all i'll say is it's an older wip that i've talked about on my old blog that i've dug out and changed the genre into a dark modern fantasy mystery with messy sapphics.

☆ FEATURED EXCERPT.

alright i know i said i didn't want to talk too much about the Third Secret Thing yet but i couldn't find any passages to share in either AR or GH... so have this, with very little context :') uhhh tw for mentions of death and murder.

That’s how she ended up peeking groggily out the door at the frigid winter morning, having hastily thrown a sweatshirt over her pyjamas and a towel over her hair, only to have two police officers inform her that Vanessa Villa-Cortez had been found dead in her apartment early that morning.

“D… dead?” Amina repeated, her mind in a haze. She had to still be asleep, right? Maybe the guilt over ignoring that text had seeped into her subconscious and was feeding her dreams. There was no way someone was at her door telling her that Vanessa, a girl she hadn’t heard from in nearly seven years, was… was—

“Killed in an apparent burglary gone wrong last night,” said one of the officers gravely. “A neighbour noticed the door had been clearly forced in, went inside to check, and found Miss Villa-Cortez’s body on the floor of her apartment.”

Amina’s head began to swim. She clutched the doorposts to keep her buckling knees from giving way completely beneath her. No. No. Vanessa couldn’t be dead. Amina still had to answer her text.

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@nicola-writes @dgwriteblr @the-orangeauthor @retrogayyde @quilloftheclouds @ashen-crest @writeblrfantasy @celestepens @stardustspiral @pepperdee @extra-magichours @avi-why @lefttigerobservation @chazzawrites @bardolatrycore @innocentlymacabre

andromeda trilogy taglist:

@bebewrites @nicola-writes @dgwriteblr @the-orangeauthor @retrogayyde @akindofmagictoo @quilloftheclouds @nora-theteawriter @ashen-crest @corpsepng @writeblrfantasy @chaylattes @toboldlywrite @celestepens @stardustspiral @pepperdee @cheerfulmelancholies @extra-magichours @writeouswriter @cilly-the-writer @lefttigerobservation @rose-bookblood @drowsy-quill @chazzawrites @cynic-and-chief @enchanted-lightning-aes @aesa

gemini heist taglist:

@florraisons @akindofmagictoo @cream-and-tea @nicola-writes @memento-morri-writes @antique-symbolism @rose-bookblood @afoolandathief @pepperdee @avi-why @zonnemaagd @chazzawrites @analogued @enchanted-lightning-aes @innocentlymacabre @kahvilahuhut @celestepens @cilly-the-writer @extra-magichours @retrogayyde

[charlieslowartsies]

For the writers block/burnout thing, I have a few tips that I personally use, so I hope they help!

1) Caffeine. I usually have an energy drink when I know I’m going to be doing lots of work or writing, and that usually gets me in a writing mood for a couple of hours. Tea or coffee, while good sources of “clean” caffeine, make me feel a bit too cozy/homely and it makes it harder for me to do writing specifically. The energy drink (I prefer rockstars or monster, but watch those mg’s cuz they’re not the best for you) usually keeps me productive and on-task, and if it doesn’t? I switch to another task. In your case, it could just be a wip you have, or even some entirely new little blurb that doesn’t necessarily have to be posted.

2) Music, the kind that I’m into right now, something older, or even music that’s new to me/that I’ve never heard before. It’s good for the soul and good for the brain for inspiration. Relating to the last bit of #1, it can inspire you to write parts of a wip or a little oneshot or even a scene that you were inspired to write. Any writing is good writing, and if that little drabble gets the brain juices flowing, so be it!

3) Environment change! See, I have this fun little habit of sitting in my car post-class and chugging the rest of an a energy drink with a little snack while writing in a doc for a couple of hours. I typically don’t even realize how much time has passed, and I’ve written upwards of 3k words in one sitting over the span of like two hours. It’s a change of scenery of what I used to do when I write stuff, and it’s made me more productive! If you normally write on your phone in your room, try a different device in a different room! For example, use a laptop in the living room, a tablet on the kitchen floor, an old iPod touch in the bathroom, literally any combo that you can think of is worth trying! Sometimes your brain just needs that little bit of freshness to get the creativity flowing.

4) Other sources of inspiration! I mentioned music earlier, but reading other things (be it fanfiction, published books, or your own writing) can be a way to get your brain working again! Comping up with what-ifs can be useful, because if you get bored of that, then you can redirect the energy into writing something else! You can also look at art, like old museum type stuff, and make up a little story about the piece, then you can try and fit and mould that into something relevant to a current wip! Will it work in a planned story? Probably not, but it got you thinking and that’s what matters! Movies can also be good for this too.

5) Skipping scenes can be really helpful when writing in a lengthy wip that has a preplanned outline. You can always jump around in the story and write segments of dialogue that won’t be used yet, create some description for a future scene that might not be perfect or even good right now, but it’ll get you thinking about the wip. Me personally, if I have a chapter that I think needs more scenes or a scene rewritten, I make a whole new doc for it and just start spewing ideas and actual writing into it; that includes sentence changes in wording or structure, alternate scenes, bonus characters, dialogue thag I KNOW I’ll never use but it’s good except side anyway, etc. I can always go back to it, but it gives me some peace of mind. I also have docs separated by fandoms that’re filled with dialogue blurbs, mini-schemes, random descriptions, and the like. They might not lead to much in the separate doc, but when the time comes when you need inspo or to pull some content from it, you’ll have it on hand!

6) Math. Do some math. I’m dead serious. Some easy algebra or calc equations will either get your brain thinking or frustrated, and either way you can turn that around and put the energy into a wip. Been there, done that (usually when procrastinating lol), but it helps me redirect!

That’s about all I’ve got! I especially want to emphasize the caffeine, music, and environment change part of the list. A combo of that stuff has really helped me productivity, and I hope it can help you too! Remember that no matter how much or how little you write, it’s enough and YOU are enough. Hope your day is well!

I appreciate all this advice. The math might be something I try, at the very least I might try doing a Nancy Drew game on Master mode bc those typically help my creative side relax and my logical side get the reins.

[campingwiththecharmings]

20 Questions for 20 Writers

thank you for the tags @virtie333 and @runa-falls 💖💖

(it looks like there are two sets of questions lol i'm confused. maybe i'll just choose the 20 i like 😆)

How many works do you have?

oh jeez. on AO3 there are 61, on FF.Net there are 13 (l o l), and on Tumblr there are 65.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

227,871

3. What fandoms do you write for?

oscar these days, but i've written for a few different fandoms over the years.

4. What are your top 5 fics by notes?

Another (Miguel x Reader - SMUT) Thaw (Miguel x Reader - SMUT) Wasted on You (Poe x Reader - SMUT) Morning (Poe x Reader - SMUT) Rich Girl (Jake x Reader - SMUT)

5. Do you respond to comments?

yes! or, at least i try to. sometimes tumblr doesn't notify me of reblogs for whatever reason tho and it takes a minute.

6. Who (or what) is your writing inspiration?

i think it's pretty clear from my blog that it's oscar as;dksl;fkgl lmao. if you'd like specifics tho: i started writing again after seeing the ads for dune (which ironically, i still have not watched a;sldkl;fk;sdlf). those ads made me rewatch the star wars sequels, and doing that made me wanna write my own poe fic and...well, here we are now lol.

7. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

i don't write much angst unless there's a happy ending tbh lol. off the top of my head it's either part two of Just Friends or Out of Time.

8. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

i mean, happy endings feature in most of my fics lol. ummmmm....the one that comes immediately to mind is Invisible String tho, so let's say that one.

9. Do you get hate on fics?

i don't think so? if i have, i've blocked it out 😆

10. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

i do, indeed. what kind? ....the smutty kind? lol what do you mean by this, sorry.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not that i know of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

lol no, i'm not popular enough for that 😆

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

unless you count those times i've gone back and forth with people on posts, no lol. i'm not against them or anything, it's just that no one's ever asked 😆 tbh tho, i'd be the worst person to write something with. i procrastinate SO MUCH.

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

to read or to write? if it's to write, captain swan is technically the only ship i've written for. if it's to read....honestly? probably dramione.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

lmaoooooooooooooooo all of them??? no but fr....maybe my old CS fic bulletproof. there's no urgency to finish bc no one is reading it (no one read it when the fandom was active either lol). i do wanna finish it someday tho, if only for myself. i have it planned out and everything i just struggle to write it whenever i've sat down and tried. SOMEDAY, DAMN IT. SOMEDAY.

16. What are your writing strengths?

lol shit idk. i've been told that my smut is both sexy and sweet so maybe that? 🤷‍♀️

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

i have trouble ending a fic sometimes tbh. most of the time, the scene in my head is so clear and there's no issues, but others i just have no idea where to stop and so sometimes my shit just like ends lol. also summaries and coming up with titles, if that counts.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

i think the effort should be made if the character is from a particular culture, especially if they've been shown speaking another language in whatever media they're from.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

pokemon lol

20. Favorite fics you’ve written?

A Sunday Kind of Love (Poe x Reader - SMUT) Never Have I Ever (Poe x Reader) Sugar (Santi x Reader) Night Moves / Good Neighbors (Santi x Reader - SMUT) Safe Haven (Marc x Reader)

please feel free to check out my masterlist for more (if you're interested), i have all of my faves marked. 😊

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tagging whoever wants to do this bc idk who has (ik that's always my excuse, i'm sorry ;-;). PLEASE feel free to tag me if you decide to do this!! i wanna add more fics to my reading list!

[kiev4am]

I was re-reading this excellent post about the ‘exit pursued by a bear’ thing in Shakespeare and a possible polar bear connection and I’ve decided to post the ridiculous Terror tags I put on it because why not, I’m a dork.

#terror theatre au #erebus theatre group #very big on the edinburgh fringe circuit #sir john owns it and takes all the venerable old man roles like prospero and lear #fitz is the theatre director because of course he is but also plays all the heroic poseur roles #francis is the actual manager who does all the thankless strategic stuff and stops them going bankrupt #(used to be a critically acclaimed old school shakespearean but has 'retired' i.e. burned out. or has he?) #blanky is sound and lighting and special effects #fake explosions on demand #jopson is costumes and set changes and generally making sure everything actually works #bridgens and peglar are actors but write original scripts when needed #goodsir just joined recently and occasionally questions his choices #the polar bear was absolutely james' fault #he thought it would be a terrific gimmick and good publicity #there was definitely publicity #francis told him it was bloody stupid but as usual nobody listened to him #silna is the polar bear expert from the local zoo who was drafted in to fix the mess and has the most powerful side-eye anyone has ever seen #okay i'll stop now #EXIT PURSUED BY A BEAR #that's it that's the show

[hogwartslivy]

thank you for the tag @mppmaraudergirl and @pottinglilies 🤍

i have been neglecting my tumblr mentions/tags/asks as i struggle with my delete button so forgive me for being awfully late to the trend.

rules: list the first lines of your last 20 stories (or all, if fewer than 20). see if there are patterns. choose your favourite, and tag some people to take part.

1. from A Misstep of Fate: “Oft.” The cords crossed into the corset were pulled tighter as Mrs Baggins pulled at them.

2. from Controlled Addiction: She ran her fingers along the top of the door frame, stretching on her toes to be able to just reach.

3. from Trackside: “Would you stop sulking?” The annoyed tone in her friend's voice makes her sit a little straighter in her seat and she pushes her hair off her shoulder.

4. from That Moment: “I’ll…” She cleared her throat and tried to swallow the lump that had gathered as she had watched him fly, “I’ll help you out.”

5. from I Like That You Get Jealous: “James, would you stop touching things,” She keeps an eye on the shop assistant and her carefully picked out Christmas gifts while trying to swat James’ hand from a nearby shelf, “You’ll break something.”

6. from You're The Only One I Trust To Do This: The idea of hiding from it all is both appealing, and terrifying to them.

7. from Come Over Here, And Make Me: With tea clutched in her hands, the steam still rising, Lily leant against the door frame to survey the efforts of James and Sirius closely, “James, watch where you’re putting the paint, would you?”

8. from Is There A Reason You’re Naked In My Bed?: The pure stench of firewhiskey in the air had him coughing almost immediately after walking into the head dorms.

9. from You Heard Me. Take. It. Off: The estate is still, the sun threatening to rise to the east, and James knows they’re pushing it.

10. from Careful: She always warned him to be careful.

11. from A Friendly: As the crowd emptied from the stands, she lent against the barrier separating the pitch.

12. from Drowning: “James Fleamont Potter.” The mattress dips as she leans toward the half of his face that isn’t buried deep into his pillow.

13. from Ghosts: The shouting had become nothing but whispers while the darkness of the room with the archway illuminated from more then the flashing lights of spells flying.

14. from Pickles: Her body slams forward. The dash lights up, her hands fly to the wheel, bracing herself.

15. from An Addition Makes Four: James had been gone just over three months now.

16. from Sometime Between Midnight and Morning: A heavy summer mist lay low over the quiet grounds of Potter Manor.

17. from Wait A Minute. Are you Jealous?: The dress was too tight for his liking.

18. from Teach Me How To Play?: The old family house was too large, too quiet.

19. from Have You Lost Your Damn Mind?: She hadn't left them for long.

20. from an unnamed WIP: “I like your singing,” The boy says, catching her completely off guard and causing a shiver to trail her spine.

wow, they're all over the place. but, a pattern i see is setting... whether it be an action that indicates where they are or a description of the weather... i dunno, yes? maybe?

(i also realise i hate them all, so this exercise gave me no confidence whatsoever in my own writing, lol)

<tagging @tumbledfreckles @arianatwycross @theesteemedladydebourgh @emeralddoeadeer and anyone else that needs a procrastination activity and wants to do this... or not ehehe>

[ourstarscollided]

jatp fanworks appreciation - day 3 (wips)

wip wednesday - I didn’t think I wanted to join in on this day for my own stuff considering I’ve never posted anything original for this fandom, but I think this might just be the little boost I need from myself to actually finish the wips that I have sitting around. I am peer pressuring myself and holding myself accountable by posting this - or at least that’s what I’m telling myself. Most of the past 6 mths has just been me screaming to no one in a Google Doc, so here are some things I’ve been ruminating about over the last 6 months (and if my secret agenda is to get other people to write about it so I don’t have to? Then that’s between you and me).

Everything’s under a read more because I like giving context and that usually spirals out of control!?!?

If you would like to see more from any of the below, feel free to shoot me an ask/message and I can definitely share some more! (Or you can just come yell at me about JATP in general.)

Strangers Fake Dating AU // Julie x Luke

I’m a simple person. I see a prompt, I latch onto it, and then I completely miss the entire point of the prompt as my imagination goes wild for no real reason. This really was supposed to be a super short drabble, but it manifested into a 3k+ thing that isn’t even finished.

Julie’s not really sure what she’s supposed to do now. Nothing has ever prepared her for a situation in which she’s supposed to pretend to be a stranger’s girlfriend, especially if that situation involves parents. Does she continue this ruse? Can she come up with a quick enough excuse to tell this Luke character that she actually can’t stay? What if this is just all an elaborate plan to kidnap her? Has she been listening to too many true crime podcasts? Why does Luke smell so good? Does he know how to cook? Why does his shirt not have sleeves? What-

“I can hear you thinking from here.” Her head whips up at the sound of Luke’s voice, which is now at a whisper and kind of frantic. “I just- I just really needed to get my mom off my back, so I kinda need you to pretend to be my girlfriend. Just for the night. I swear I’ll make it up to you somehow.”

Julie studies Luke’s face and it’s nearly impossible to not cave under his gaze, which can only be simply described as ‘puppy dog eyes’. She finds herself smiling back, letting out a huff, “I hope you like lasagna.” And the grin that spreads across the boy’s face is enough for her to know that he’s incredibly relieved that she agreed.

“I’m Luke by the way. Luke Patterson.”

(Okay, he’s kinda cute. And no one this cute is a serial killer. Right?)

She gives a small smile back, “I’m Julie.”

//

5+1 alive!Juke AU // Julie x Luke

Inspired by paper - LANY

This is one of the first things I ever felt the urge to write down back in September because I love exploring the idea of how two people can appear to be the perfect relationship on the outside, but are actually fighting their own demons. Especially when it comes to celebrities and people who are in the spotlight. It’s basically a 5+1 fic about the moments from other people’s perspectives who happen to orbit around Julie/Luke that all revolve around paper. My outline for this is so long because I can’t manage to narrow it down, and there’s zero cohesiveness but I do have little things jotted down.

“Hey little man,” Luke’s knelt down to match his 5 year-old height, and a hand extends out to him for a high five, “What are you doing here?”

His eyes flicker to the left, towards his own apartment door, where his mom is giving him an encouraging nod. “ I- I just wanted to-” he stutters and finds himself looking at his feet as he shuffles back and forth on the spot. “I- I drew you guys something!”

He shoves the paper out towards the older boy in front of him, but doesn’t look up.

//

Reincarnation AU // Julie x Luke

I had a random thought in December about how magical it is that Julie and Luke are so tied to one another that their love transcends time and space, which will always lead them back to one another. I remember reading a book a long time ago about how the main character is fated to die at a certain age, and that kind of sparked this little idea. I can’t bring myself to actually plot out every single timeline right now, but I did manage to write a little bit.

It will never be as complex as Rosie’s idea and all the wonderful additions in the link here, and I don’t really plan on it being anything more than a small idea. But I really do still think someone should write some sort of reincarnation AU cause I’d hop on that so fast!!

“Okay- that’s not- Luke. You seriously just ran away?”

“What was I supposed to do Alex? We all know how this ends.”

His friend looks at him, face painted in understanding and he sighs, “Yeah. Yeah, we do.”

Because it’s true, Alex does know, so does Reggie and Bobby. Most importantly, so does Luke. It’s the exact same tragic love story every time.

Call it a curse or fate or destiny. Maybe it’s because Mercury is in retrograde. Whatever. It always ends the same way - with a heartbreaking goodbye, a whisper of the promise that they’ll find each other again, and the possibility of a happy ending. He’s said the same goodbye at least 734 times, but it’s not like he’s counting or anything. Fuck the universe and its mystical ways.

//

Competitive Alex // Alex x Willie

No real thoughts or reasons for this other than I just think I self-projected my need to play board games with people in real life into a fic. And maybe a little bit of my competitiveness onto Alex and then threw in Willie because I think he would be able to handle it while also finding it endearing. I also have written nothing about the actual competitiveness, it’s just 2k words of Alex crushing on Willie.

“Wait,” his eyes dart between the three boys, “You both know Willie? How come I’ve never met him?”

His roommates look at each other, and there’s a smirk on Luke’s face when he says, “Actually Alex, I think you have. Remember that time you got really drunk after one of our shows?”

Oh no. He really hopes that it’s not the time he’s thinking of, so he tries to sound nonchalant. “You’re going to have to be more specific, Luke.”

“The night we played at that tiny bar at the edge of the campus! We got paid in those tiny colourful shots?” He doesn’t really know where Luke is going with this, so he’s slowly nodding along. “And you were super upset that the hot dog vendor at the end of the street was closed?”

//

Dear Julie, Love Mom series

I made myself sad with this thought when I first watched the show and was talking to my friend about how I think that Rose would’ve left messages for the Molina family, especially when we found out that Wake Up was actually from her mom. I wrote a bigger explanation for it here.

Anyways, I started with the one for Julie’s wedding and it kind of became an 8k monster with three different POVs?!? As much as I love how I wrote this, I feel too unsure about my writing to share it in full, so you will get carefully selected looks alkfe. (I’m also kind of stuck on some of the more emotional scenes and I may or may not have procrastinated by photoshopping a moodboard for it.)

Excerpt 1 (Julie POV): A look into where I’m going with this whole letters from Rose thing.

The key clicks into place, and with a turn, the latch falls open. She’s not sure what she wants to find in the box, and she’s too scared to think about it really. All she knows is that this was the sign from her mom that she was waiting for all week, and in true Rose fashion, her mom had managed to give it to her, even if at the last second. Her dad turns the box to face Julie, and gestures to her to open up the lid.

Tucked inside is a VHS tape, the words ‘For Julie, on your wedding day’ written in her mom’s cursive on the cover. Some loose glitter and confetti fall back into the box as she reaches in to pick up the tape and turn it over in her hands. There’s a little purple butterfly etched on the back, the same one that’s been drawn on all the other messages that her mom had left her. Her finger automatically finds its way, tracing the shape of the small doodle.

“Do you want me to leave you alone, mija?”

Excerpt 2 (Julie POV): This part has absolutely nothing to do with the main plot of the story, but it self-inserted itself into this fic after @tangledstarlight and I talked about You’re Still the One by Shania Twain being their first dance. This whole scene came to me at 4am one night and might be the most self-indulgent thing I’ve ever written.

They knew that when they had asked Reggie to be in charge of the first dance performance, that they (and Alex) weren’t allowed to veto any of his ideas. Luke had warned Julie that that would be a mistake, but the giddiness that radiated off of Reggie when she had told him he could have free reign was worth it. She just hadn’t thought that he would actually take it to heart and run with it.

Sure, they had chosen You’re Still the One by Shania Twain as their first dance song, and sure it was more or less a country song, but she didn’t really imagine that she’d be staring at her adoptive brother, Carlos and her Dad wearing cowboy hats and boots at her wedding. They had somehow managed to ditch their Flynn-approved suit jackets and were sporting a taupe-coloured suede-textured vest over their dress shirts. If she looked closely, she could see that they had somehow also found some gaudy looking bolo ties with a matching set of ornamental clasps to wear. When she envisioned her wedding, she really didn’t expect that her first (public) dance as a married couple would be a full-on Western themed occasion. The only exception was Alex, who had settled on his cajon in the back, still in his pink suit, eyes rolling when she met his gaze. But even she knew how there was no real annoyance in the blonde’s reaction or else he wouldn’t also be wearing one of the tacky ties around his neck as well.

“I’m gonna seriously kill him.” She hears Luke grumble under his breath, only low enough for her to hear. But she’s still too busy giggling to actually be mad, and she knows that Luke isn’t really going to kill Reggie. At least she doesn’t think so.

Excerpt 3 (Luke POV): Idk man. My mind went “What about Luke?” and I said “You’re right!! What about him?!?”

He doesn’t realize that he’s just been silently staring at the woman in front of him, until a gentle voice breaks him out of his thoughts. “Why are you looking at me like that?” Julie’s peering at him from under her eyelashes, a curious look on her face.

“You just-” he gives a little shake of his head, trying to come up with the right words. He wants to tell her she’s beautiful. Stunning. A wicked beauty. But she’s more than that - she’s almost angelic. “I can’t believe you’re my wife.”

“Luke, we’ve been legally married for like, a whole year.” Her lips are quirked up in a grin, amusement in her voice. “You’ve only just realized that now?”

“That’s different.”

“Yeah? Different how?”

This feels a little strange to post and a little like my inner self seeking validation but let’s not talk about that.

Kskssj anyways present me @ future me: finish one of these because writing has been really cathartic for you and you didn’t think it would bring you so much joy!!!

[throwing-summers-at-the-walls]

pull me out the train wreck, watching stars collide, and the ideas document !!

Thanks for the ask king ❤️

This got long lmao

• pull me out the train wreck

(warning for self harm & suicidal ideation)

Ok so I started this one in December last year. At that time I had to do a presentation for one of my German classes. Being the procrastinating clown that I am I didn't work on it. On the due date I pretended to have a connection problem and my teacher told me I'll do it later. 2 weeks later, the presentation is due tomorrow, I'm going insane with stress and self-hatred but am I working ? No lol. Here I am feeling like shit and listening to sad songs (the title is from Train Wreck by James Arthur). So I started writing this fic.

John hates himself and can't sleep/feels restless bc of it. He decides to just get out and pick a fight to spend energy and feel pain so he can focus on something else and get rid of all these nasty feelings. It kinda works, and he also punches a wall. Harold finds out and tends to his wounds. Later he tells a threatening number he doesn't care if he shoots him, then he has a nightmare and he feels like fucking shit so he punches a wall again and Harold finds him and takes care of him again. And idk how to finish it gkfkfkd bye. I was thinking about him replacing hurting himself with exercising but idk. It's. A complex issue that isn't solved easily so. Anyway snippet time

He punches the wall several times until he bleeds. The rage cools down and fades. He's left bloody, panting, and in pain. His hand is throbbing and he wonders if he broke something. He slowly comes back to himself. He feels drained and empty, but somewhat calmer. He walks back home, undresses and collapses on his bed.

His nightmare is interrupted by his phone ringing. Everything comes crashing down on him. His hand hurts. He moves to lie on his side but more pain comes. He sits up and discovers a nasty looking bruise on his chest, along with several smaller ones. His knuckles are sore and covered in dried blood but nothing seems to indicate a broken bone. At least he can't even remember what his nightmare was about. The ringing stops. He calls Finch back immediately to not seem suspicious – last time he missed several calls he was blackout drunk and Finch had watched him like a hawk for weeks.

• watching stars collide

Inspired by Shallows by Daughter (my beloved)

They go stargazing and they love each other and Harold tells John a legend about Ursa Major (I still haven't figured out if saying Ursa Major is common or not, or if everyone says the big dipper and Ursa Major is like fancy af). Not much plot mostly fluff. Also the legend is one I heard during a summer camp when I was a teenager. Harold knows French folklore that's just how it is. A short snippet bc it's a short WIP:

"You know what, Harold ?" He shifts to lie on his side. "The stars are beautiful but I prefer to look at them in your eyes."

Harold chuckles, and his face softens.

"I love you too."

• one random idea

Star trek TOS, K/S + body horror caused by a transporter malfunction. Body horror ideas so far: too many ribs ? One arm disappearing, the other arm receiving its bones ? Idk I don't really like these. There's so much fucked up potential with the transporters but no thoughts head empty unfortunately. Also the malfunction fucks up Kirk's brain and more specifically his bond with Spock. Snippet:

The warm, comforting presence of Jim in the back of his mind is gone, it turned into a wound, deep and infected and bleeding. Instead of the link there is only rot and blood. A part of himself has been ripped off. He's drowning in blood. His mind screams for the comfort of their severed bond. He's heard of Vulcans dying because of broken bonds and he understands now.

The conclusion of this post is that I abandon WIPs a lot. Rip to watching stars collide, it was almost over. Also thanks for asking for the ideas doc bc last night I thought about Spock feeling like his brain is bleeding but I just wanted to sleep so I didn't write it down, and it came back to me when I reread what I had written.

[carmypen]

For the fanfic meme: 2, 8, 9, 12, 21, 30, 35?

2. Why do you write fanfiction?

Because it’s fun! Also because I have lot’s of ideas and scenarios floating around in my head (I have pretty vivid day dreams) and writing them down is the best way to express those ideas to other people.

8. Which character(s) do you find easiest to write?

Ones that I really like. The more I like a character, the more I obsess over their moments in canon and the easier it is to take that knowledge and apply it to fanfic.

9. Which character(s) do you find most difficult to write?

Characters I either actively don’t like or that I’m indifferent to. Mostly because I don’t think about them that much, so it’s harder to get inside their heads.

12. Tell us about a WIP you’re excited about.

I’m proud of myself for sticking with the Rivalship thing for so long. I’m also excited about some finished projects I made for zines that have yet to be revealed. I think the time travel foilship thing is kind of neat because it gives me an excuse to indulge in a ship I really like but don’t really engage with much. I actually am also really excited about an original story I’ve outlined that’s this sort of isekai type thing. Have been procrastinating on writing it tho 😅

21. Favorite pairing to write for? (platonic or romantic!)

I absolutely love writing Yuma and Astral’s dynamic. Both platonic and romantic, they’re just a lot of fun to write together. I especially love writing them in the early pre-Kaito continuity of Zexal, when they didn’t really like each other.

That was actually one of the things that got be watching Zexal. I though Yuma and Astral’s relationship was really refreshing when compared to Atem and Yugi’s.

30. Tooth-rotting fluff or merciless angst?

Both. Both is good.

35. Ramble about any fic-related thing you want!

I’d love to see true drabbles make a comeback in fandom. I think they’re so much fun to write and they can be fun to do for fandom events. Makes me kind of sad that the term drabble has just become a synonym for ficlet or short fic. A drabble will always be 100 words to me.

[sadviper]

2020 Creator Wrap: Favorite Works

Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 5 (or so) favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2020. Tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!

Succumbing to peer pressure, haha, thank you @rain-hat, @smylealong, @ibelongtomousse, @macgyver-sheriff, @avauntus for tagging me~

It seems the common refrain is that this was the year everyone exploded into massive creative productivity after years of nothing, which is the exact same story for myself. I had read all the strategies of course: write 5 min a day, 1 sketch a day, don’t think about quality, do *something* just to keep the spark alive, etc etc, but it just got worse and worse. Honestly, I had been feeling so dire about it that I had made up my mind to stop trying anymore, because it was so depressing to try and fail so many times that it was much better to not hope at all.

Buuuuut.....then quarantine and telework happened, and woooah, guess what, all I needed was LOTS of time and space to myself where I’m not wasting it in an office checking emails and doing random training to fill all the downtime!!!

Much thanks to the serendipity that had me stumbling into @rain-hat , reading her early JY/KSR fics, and her encouraging me to go ahead and write that office yearly budget oneshot for TKEM (who writes BUDGET fics?? Who reads them???? lol). That’s not in my list here because it was very new and awkward, it was definitely the ball that got everything rolling.

Cut for super long-winded rambling:

1) Before There Was Zero (TKEM)

This was my first big fanfic in my life, and my most popular, and it absolutely gushed out of me in this massive torrent of *I MUST WRITE* where I would walk around at lunchtime giggling to myself, and type on my phone as I went, or wake up at 1am to scrawl something in a notebook in the dark because I couldn’t stop the words from coming. (How I miss that feeling now! ;__;) Actually, it also is the 2nd fully complete long-form story I had ever completed as well, so...lots of milestones here.

Looking back, it clearly was the product of my years of bottled up silence, where I stewed and dragged myself to the office every day wondering if I was going to calcify in a bureaucracy for the rest of my life (yes). But even as an office drone, I learned a lot of valuable lessons in how to manage, what leadership actually is at the worker bee level, the types of games white-collar workers play, and how to be a decent co-worker (and by extension, a decent human being--I don’t believe it’s possible to separate work life and private life. All your personas are you). It wasn’t all a waste after all!

Somehow I connected my day-to-day to the faceless, long-suffering Royal guardsmen in TKEM, headed by the utterly gorgeous, devastating, thoroughly underutilized, comedic prop military action star Jo Yeong, and thought--yeah! :D

2) Nil Desperandum (TKEM)

My biggest fic by far, full novel length at this point, massive in scope, I don’t even know how I came up with it based on the 10 collective seconds of screen time that Jeong Tae-ra and tyrant Jin got as a joke, but I was clearly still on that dam-gushing-pent-up-creative-high because this idea was fighting me when I was in the middle of writing “Before There Was Zero”.

I actually figured out the title while watching “Call the Midwives” where one of the peppy, indefatigable British nurses said to never despair, and I thought, yes, that’s it. All the horrible things I put my tyrantverse characters through, it was only so that when I save them at the end, it will be completely worth it. It’s a bit more violent (nothing beyond My Country levels tho) and quite emotionally dark, but I also tried to inject a lot of friendship, humor, and love into it as well, because there must always be hope.

For My Country fandom friends who didn’t realize, the tyrant!Yeong in this fic is essentially modernAU!Seon-ho, and I lifted Sung-rok entirely from My Country to be tyrant!Yeong’s second-in-command and loyal-superstar-extraordinaire. Writing them in this modern AU, and seeing the positive reception to Sung-rok’s grouchy, dogged devotion was the start of my love spiral for Sung-rok. <3 <3

3) The Veritable Records of King Taejo (My Country)

Going to cheat and lump 3 fics (soon to be 4) into one link. I rested a little bit after “Nil Desperandum” because I had completely emptied myself out at that point, just a husk of an author shell. Then I started poking out oneshots! Each one got progressively harder to write, lol, the creative gas tank was running out of juice, so I had to really start figuring out new strategies as a writer to keep going. One magic tool was coercing recruiting @rain-hat to beta for me, and WOW, THE BEST???? Who would’ve thought it’d be FUN to be edited!!! <3 Due to her efforts, I could avoid the “no beta we die like Liaodong” tag, hahaha.

I grew up watching cop shows, lawyer shows, monster-of-the-day shows, endless procedurals-- so I was super miffed that the drama would imply that Seon-ho spent YEARS just single-mindedly chasing private armies??! No! I want more family and friends development for this sad, dramatic whump child! I want him to be smarter than the show, inherently brilliant despite the stupid he descends into, and be recognized as such by the people who do recognize his value! And I want them all to be happy with no pointless death!

Also, the 4th WIP is now a Sung-rok lovefest written as an ode to his awesomeness, has stretched to 47K+ words, and is being an absolute royal pain to finish. ;__; All the ease and creative fervor from earlier? GONE. I’m a lone salmon flopping upstream on a ladder. I might get eaten before I finish laying my eggs. Any one have tips to get over this?

4) First Translation of Woo Do Hwan Japanese Interviews

More firsts! So much thanks to @ibelongtomousse to inspiring and encouraging me to do some real translating after talking to her about her sublime TKEM fics and translations thereof, and @staidwaters from emerging from the Internet depths to boost/correct my neophyte efforts! I’m now chomping at the bit to do more, even though I may ultimately discover that these interviews have absolutely nothing interesting to say, lol. But my first priority is simply to get better at the language, and 2nd priority is to soak in the words (and photos) of Woo Do Hwan, hahahah. Also, as far as I can tell, no one is filling this niche, so I guess I’ll keep going??

5) Fanart!

I started drawing again! As a procrastination tactic from writing oneshots, but it still was really nice to see that I hadn’t lost the touch entirely. I feel like I’ve mentioned this here and there, but writing wasn’t my first interest--drawing was. Animals first, then people once I discovered anime/manga. I went all into drawing comics, only to face the hard reality that I didn’t know how to tell a story end-to-end. Hence how I started trying to write. Along the way, things happened--I got RSI and had to stop drawing/writing for awhile. I discovered that pictures are NOT worth a thousand words, esp when it comes to long-form comics; my preferred tools of trade (dip pens) ended up exacerbating my RSI problems; then once I got a handle on my RSI, I found I could type faster than I can ever draw, and so here I am. I saw what @convenientalias was doing with their My Country werewolf fic though, so I am excited to try that for my Sung-rok WIP? :D

I think I’m the last hold out among artist/writer friends in answering this wrap-up, hope you enjoyed reading!

[k-itsmaywriting]

2020 Creator’s Self-Love Extravaganza

Boy howdy, but it has been a year. So much so that I felt the need to dig up this meme so I can lavish myself with a little TLC, ‘cause you know what? I deserve it! And so do you. This year has been tough, and even in the best of times it can be a real struggle to remember that, instead of being your own worst enemy, you should strive to be your best cheerleader. Remember to be kind instead of cruel, to forgive rather than condemn yourself. Creativity is hard, and it is always a journey, never a final destination, so let’s take a moment and sight-see where we’ve been this year, yeah???

Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 5 favorite works (fics, art, edits, etc.) you’ve created this year and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you’ve brought into the world in 2020. If you don’t have five published works, that’s fine! Include ideas/drafts/whatever you like that you’ve worked on/thought about, and talk a little about them instead! Remember, this is all about self-love and positive enthusiasm, so fuck the rules if you need to. Have fun, and tag as many fellow creators as you like so they can share the love! <3

Thank you for tagging me @kaedix and @sabraeal !! <3

1) Obi Under the Lanterns: Apparently I love writing music about Obi being happy and content :D It’s what best boy deserves. From the very beginning when I decided I wanted to write an album for the Lyrias Time Series I wanted Obi’s to explore a softer side of him, one that’s introspective about his place in the world and where/who with his home is. And I’m really happy with it!!! It’s soft and wistful but grounding at the same time.

2) Jennifer when she bodied idk i didn’t watch the movie (a Kikiyuki AU) - WIP: Sometimes when you procrastinate doing your homework you watch commentaries on movies you have neither seen nor have much intention to see. And Jennifer’s Body was popping up everywhere because people were talking about how the marketing failed the movie and Megan Fox deserved better (she sure did). I’ve also been wanting to write more Kikiyuki ALL YEAR and I had some Moods where I wanted to write gory stuff, so these just all married to create this idea. I don’t predict this is going to be very long bc I’m just trying to finish it (brain pls let me finish SOMETHING omg) but also it’s fun moving out of my writing comfort zone :]

3) Magic!AU Yuris Island Arc Pt 2 - WIP: It’s been months since I worked on this but it was fun and I want to finish it!!!! This ‘arc’ will probably end up being 3 parts and I know how I want it to go. It also has my very first AnS OC!!! I was originally supposed to do this for Trope Battle, but then lockdown started and for like a week I did nothing but go to online classes and Panic and before I knew it Trope Battle was over. And then the whole semester was over. And then the break was over. And then--

4) A DAY6 series based on some MVs with a shared fictional story that was originally meant to be one (1) ship fic now it’s an ensemble fic that’s already spiraled out of my control pls help me i’ve finished nothing - WIP: Listen, those MVs left me with MANY POSSIBILITIES because they gave me YEARNING and MANY FRIENDSHIPS TO EXPLORE. Writer brain ate that up with a spoon!!!! But yeah it’s been a very fun, no-pressure thing and I’ve written it when I wanted to de-stress. But now I want to finish them too and it’s been added to my mental list HHHHHHH

5) Obiyuki Youtuber!AU - WIP: Started writing it for AU Bingo! I might finish it idk but it was rly cute and kinda funny and it reminded me a lot of the kind of Obiyuki I wrote in like 2017 ie “fluff with Reveals(TM)” so that was nice :)

Tagging: @ruleofexception @the-pompous-potato and @fade-touched-obsidian 

[mcrmadness]

(I’m trying out the bolding technique with this post, I personally don’t like writing with it but I like reading it, so let’s see how it goes...)

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Thinking about my (undiagnosed) inattentive ADHD and how differently it behaves depending on the weather and seasons. I also have seasonal affective disorder aka SAD, because I live in Finland and winters days are very short and winters themselves are quite dark. Summers are the opposite, there’s not dark even during nights.

I started thinking about adhd for the first time about 10 years ago when I was 19 and had been eating antidepressants and antipsychotics for anxiety for 3 years at that point (I quit them 3 years later), and I felt like they did something to my brain. I was trying to research over this and if they can cause permanent brain damage and if they can “activate” adhd on an adult even if there’d have never been adhd in the childhood. Then I kinda forgot about it until I started questioning myself again several years later. I have been talking about this in therapy too and I have now had about 2 years of time to read about ADHD and especially the adult ADHD and the inattentive version, and I’ve been watching myself the whole time and this is now second year of this and I can now tell what I have noticed. Before I thought this all was just regular SAD but now I think it’s actually ADD that just changes itself depending on the seasons, thanks to SAD. This is what I noticed:

I am always more energetic in the spring and summer, and become very phlegmatic in the autumn and winter. For about 4 years in a row I was working and studying and this happened every year - every autumn I wished I could have just stayed at home, sleeping, and free days were the best. And in the spring I got so excited and I loved going to work and being there (my work was to be a horse groom), sometimes even looking forward the next work days.

Now I have been at home for the past 2 years and this year was the first when I didn’t do any kind of work training in the summer. Since at least 2014, I had always been working during spring and summer so I was so excited to finally have an actual summer holiday that I would spend just at home! And when the spring came, and I had no work to go, I was so full of energy it was insane. It was so difficult to be in one place, I went for walks and I just couldn’t sit 24/7 and one day I was getting so incredibly bored I actually cleaned my fridge - and I hate hate HATE cleaning! Still I think I did lots of other type of cleaning too because I was so bored but way too mentally hyperactive to be in one place. I almost felt like looking for a summer job, that’s how hyperactive I felt.

Now fast-forwarding to this autumn. I’m phlegmatic again. I’m bored very often but I would never ever start cleaning my fridge just out of boredom - I just go lie on the sofa instead of something. I don’t have the energy for cleaning. I barely can even take care of my kitchen. Or myself. I mainly just do the dishes, clean up some of the trashes and take them out when I must, and some days I also manage to cook for myself. But other than that, this place looks like a bomb would have gone off here. My sofa is filled with old drawings, books and drawing supplies I should put away. My kitchen floor is flooded from empty plastic bags + plastic bags I use for collecting recyclable things and yet I can’t even recycle every milk carton because I have no energy for cleaning them so I just throw them in the trash instead. My kitchen table looks like a landfill every other week and I clean it up only because I’m running out of space and get annoyed by that, and yet it starts looking the same very soon because it’s too much to ask to stand up and open the kitchen cabinet door, pull out the trash can tray and put the trash in there. So I just leave everything on the table(s) until I need the table(s) again clear them out.

I also noticed I am more creative during autumn. But because of executive dysfunction getting so bad during autumn, I don’t actually create as much as I would like to. But when whenever I can beat the executive dysfunction and procrastination, I can still sit down to draw and I can finally (hyper)focus once I get past the hardest part of everything: the starting point.

During spring I’m way too (mentally) hyperactive to sit down to draw (so I do weird shit like clean the fridge instead) but might get lots of inspirations I then write down - and if I do get that inspiration to draw, I can’t stop and this year there was this one night when I did 4 drawings in just one night. One or two of them were WIP’s but I still really drew 4 different drawings in one night when normally it’s an achievement to draw 1 drawing in 4 months. Would have done even more if I had more ideas or didn’t need to go to sleep.

I also had this “neuropsychiatric training” that was supposed to help me with home chores and I don’t think it was helpful at all. It maybe looked like that because we started in the autumn and stopped in the summer. And if you have read what I have already written, you already know why. Of course my home started to look cleaner and everything seemed to stay in order better because that’s how it always goes with the seasons! I explained this to the trainer too and she said that I should take credit for my good work and not just look for excuses for why did I succeed at doing a chore. Her opinion was that the seasons don’t affect like that - or so I perceived that. But on me they really do affect. On sunny weeks I got a lot more done than on those rainy weeks. Weather affects me a lot because I don’t only have (undiagnosed) ADHD, I’m also highly sensitive person (HSP) and for me that is a slightly different thing than being a neurodivergent. There’s lots of things that overlap but I experience them a little bit differently depending on which one is causing them. Let me know if you would like to hear more about my thought about the differences between ADHD and HSP, and how having both affect me and how I experience them. It’s kinda interesting trying to get those things in balance!

[angiogenic]

dude props to u for doing exams,, could not be me 😳😳 we dont function in home enviroments we drop out !! but fr real tho hope the quarantine is aight for u. So enlighten me my fellow kny addict, what are kny characters u would lov to write for in the future ? u said u love tamayo and i stand with u,, demon scientist queen who gets shit done and exacted her revenge ? 💍

LISTEN. listen. i fuckin respect that if i was smart i would have deferred the rest of the semester but its my last one so i figured id [grits my teeth] fuckin graduate already 

screams…. screams…….. this fucking series has given me brain rot and i wanna write SO MUCH for it !!!!!!!! i love the characters so much !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

tamayo is probably top of my list cuz like i mentioned i ADORE her. i love unhinged women and i ESPECIALLY love unhinged women that hide the fact that they’re about to burst at the seams… i was workin on a modern au w her n shinobu so heres a lil snippet

Tamayo stands across the platform and smooths the fabric of her skirt. She adjusts her satchel and tucks an errant piece of hair behind her ear. Shinobu watches her. The way her spine is as straight as the strap of her bag, her brow as straight as the edge of her spine. It’s as if her whole body wishes to become linear: a seamless pane of glass with no fissures or cracks. At best, a blank surface. At worst, a means of separation or distance. The creation of solitude.

SHINOBU…. shinobu………. shinobu shinobu shinobu……… actually the butterfly sisters in general….. i was playing w the idea of another shinobu character study but from kanao’s perspective after shinobu [REDACTED]

also a mui character study CUZ HE’S…. JUST A LITTLE BOY !!!!!!!!!!! when i first read his backstory i was fucking DEVASTATED & i found his character 2 be one of the most interesting of the pillars…. like i really really love him and there’s a lot of aspects of his character n backstory i wanted to explore… like his memory loss from trauma (both emotional & physical), his relationship w his brother & taking on parts of his personality after losing his own identity… that fucking scene where he was lying next to his dead brother for days(?) after the demon attacked n his wounds started festering before amane n oyakata found him n raised him back to health… the fact that he’s a child prodigy ? fuck dude idk there’s so many parts of mui’s character that i am simultaneously fascinated w and heartbroken by…. im getting emotional just thinking abt him

recently been interested in obanai… mostly because of this fic so i wouldn’t mind doing something quick abt him (but usually when i say that it turns from 500 words to 3k so??????)…. also saw someone on twitter saying “he/him lesbian obanai” & it was like a galaxy brain moment so.. u know… obamitsu rights…..

rengoku probably… never thought abt him too much but 1. train movie hype 2. drew him recently and it turned out pretty good so now he’s on my mind… maybe a modern au sanren ??? or renkaza…. akaza is so good go @ the kny movie please hurry up i need it…….. anyways uh rengoku’s got low self esteem & a big personality to hide it & i would love 2 dig around n explore that

my favourite awful man sanemi shinazugawa….. actually both shinazugawa brothers but mostly sanemi…….. like sir…. that’s my fucking son……….. i already have a shit ton of sanegiyuu fics in my wip folder but i would love to write some more sanemi-centric stuff.. again, maybe a character study like wasp’s nest ? i like writing in that disjointed angry style & i think it would suit sanemi lol…. n e ways here’s a lil silly sanegiyuu snippet just cuz… i can lol

Sanemi moves to stand, a little wobbly. Giyuu remembers he should offer a hand instead of just watching Sanemi struggle but as soon as he does, Sanemi swats him away. Uses the hilt of his sword as support, knees popping as he pulls himself up. 

“Old man.” Giyuu says. 

“Eat shit.” 

hm ok this is embarrassingly long thank u for asking im so chatty !!! its me procrastinating on studying !!!!!!!!! would love 2 hear more abt ur opinions on kny characters n who ur favs r… feel free 2 dm if you’d rather chat over discord but im groovin either way…… & as per usual, love u angel n be good !!!!!!!

[anomaly00-archive]

How to Balance School and Writing

A How-To Guide Written By a Student for Students

Disclaimer: This isn’t universal, it’s just some advice that worked for me. If it really is difficult for you to balance school and writing, then I implore you to focus on your education. As much as you’re itching to write, education is very important.

Writing is difficult as is, but when you add being a student in the mix? It gets borderline impossible to find the time, motivation, and energy to write when you already have a whole bunch of different responsibilities. As a student myself, I’m here to offer some advice that helped me stay motivated in recent months.

1. ANY PROGRESS IS STILL PROGRESS

Though a huge part of writing is the...well...writing, putting words down onto a paper or document is only part of what goes into a story. Worldbuilding, developing characters, generating plotlines, etc., are some things you can do to help develop your wip without having to write. So, yes, indulging in your daydreams is considered progress because you’re actively exploring different scenarios/ideas for your story. Even writing one or two sentences, doing small edits to previous chapters, or jotting down an idea is a lot better than not doing anything. No matter how small, any progress is progress.

2. CARRY A NOTEBOOK

I recommend a notebook since in a lot of high schools phone usage is very limited or nonexistent during class. It doesn’t have to be particularly fancy or big (I just use this small, thin notebook I got for free when buying pentel pens). This can be where you jot down ideas, dialogue, random excerpts that you want to include. Not only is it useful in helping you remember things, but there’s also just something about seeing your ideas put down on paper that really stimulates your brain and gets it inspired. Anything you jot down, you can use in your wip or don’t, it’s up to you, which, again, counts as writing progress.

3. WRITE WHEN YOU CAN

Does this mean that I’m telling you to write every day? No. I don’t. If you want to and you want to try setting up a schedule that allows you to do that, then more power to you!. I see the advice “write every day” everywhere, and as much as it will probably help you improve your craft and get things done faster, sometimes we really can’t stick to a regular schedule. Write when you have time to write. If there’s some downtime near the end of class, pull out your phone or notebook and write down some sentences. Did you finish lunch and are looking for something to do? Go to the library or computer lab and do some writing. Are you waiting for a ride somewhere? Write. Have some downtime during your part-time job or club activity? Write.

If you don’t have any inspiration or motivation to do a bit of writing, that’s okay too. My advice is to check over the previous chapters you have written and do some edits/revision. Sometimes, seeing how to improve a chapter or scene can help pump the creative juices in your brain.

Remember: You don’t have to write regularly. You just have to write.

4. USE PROCRASTINATION TO YOUR ADVANTAGE

I will say this time and time again: your education is important and should be your priority as a student (there are, of course, exceptions. I know some high school students have to help with paying bills and work long hours to help their family). BUT if you’re really insistent on putting off your homework or project, then you can use your procrastination to help your writing.

Weird. I know. But it works!

Ever had those moments where you would rather do anything else but your homework? USE THAT. Instead of watching Netflix or Youtube, reading books/fanfiction, or scrolling on social media, open your laptop and get to writing. Use your procrastination as fuel for your brain. Do writing sprints. Edit. Revise. Do what you have to do with your wip so that you can procrastinate on doing homework.

5. DON’T STRESS YOURSELF OUT

Being a student is tough and writing is a very time-consuming process. Don’t get stress if you haven’t written in a while or you feel like you aren’t getting anything done because of your busy schedule. You’re still young. Enjoy your life. Don’t worry so much about your wip; it’ll still be there when you get back to it.