#cathrsis

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born under unlucky stars by RoseThorne

born under unlucky stars

by RoseThorne

M, 1k, MXY-centric, Wangxian

Summary: Mo Xuanyu comes to awareness with surprise, then anger. He let go after summoning Wei Wuxian, freely offering his body in exchange for revenge and the oblivion of non-existence. He had expected nothingness from the Soul Sacrifice Summons spell, and he has been denied even that.

Mojo's comments: What a satisfying bit of closure and catharsis for mxy. (Also, the voyeuristic bit had me laughing so.)

pov mo xuanyu, ghost mo xuanyu, ghost jin zixuan, pov outsider, dead mo xuanyu, feels, family feels, bittersweet, cathrsis, closure, mo xuanyu deserves better, revenge, implied/referenced sex, brotherly love, canonical character death, @rosethornewrites

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[shiftylinguini]

Fuck I Can't Write Crisis Pack:

@phoebe-delia asked in response to this fun lil ask game:

Do you have any advice for getting out of a slump/getting writing confidence back? . (for the ask anything) Do you have any advice for getting out of a slump/getting writing confidence back?

Now THIS. This is a good question, and something that is very much on my mind and has been for a while, as I am currently absolutely in the midst of this and trying to army crawl my way out. I don't have any magic bullets (is that the saying? idk) but I have been here before and i do have a small arsenal of tips or methods that I find can help me. 

Here is my Fuck I Can't Write Crisis Pack (In no particular order):

Write anything 

This is hardly groundbreaking advice, and it's also the hardest thing to actually do (imo) so do not beat yourself up if it takes a while to get to this. Basically, write ANYTHING―it can be aimless, it can be pointless, it can be crap (crap is subjective!! don't let the brain gremlins win!!). 

Don't think about posting it, don't worry about anyone else ever reading it, just fling a few words onto a page and feel the rusty faucet turn on, proving to yourself that it still works. 

Try and sus out what it is that's blocking you 

Again this one is hard and annoying but functional. Once you can put your finger on the particular reason you're staring at a flashing black line on a blank page it can help you kick that reason off your lawn and into the bin. 

And then, take it out of the bin and be kind to yourself about whatever that reason is. Maybe you feel shit because you're comparing yourself to others, your last fic felt like a lead balloon, you can't muster enthusiasm for what you once loved doing and fear that it's gone forever, you're projecting in a Tumblr post―whatever it is, it's something all the writers you admire and aspire to be like have felt, and been annoyed with themselves for, and so you can wrap it up in a blanket and put it on a shelf and be kind to it so it, (respectfully) shuts the fuck up. 

(and remember, everyone feels insecure about their stuff. Like literally everyone, at some stage, feels like their stuff is rubbish)

Cheat on your OTP 

Okay this one might not work for everyone, but it really does for me lol. Ruts (not the sexy kind) can often come with not wanting to engage in my usual ships, being annoyed by my lack of ability to fucking write them/anything/all my ideas taste like cardboard/bleh, and stepping out on them and reading something new can snap me out of it. Just, an injection of new ideas or scenarios or words or even just a little reprieve from being fed up with myself, which ideally, is why we're all here anyway. 

(And then I come crawling back, and am welcomed with open arms haha)

In a similar vein:

Engage in media 

This subtitle is genuinely terrible, i am sorry, LMAO, but essentially: find a piece of media that makes you go "oh, helLO sailor", unhinge your jaw like a snake, and consume it whole. 

Let it nourish you, inspire you, excite you, making you feel SOMETHING, and then take that and think "fuck, what if i wrote bleepbloopblarp" and even if you write nary a single word, you've thought about it and that fucking counts. 

It might be an album, a book, a song, a show, gifs of a hot person, the wikipedia summary of a movie, literally anything counts here if it makes you feel a twinge of creativity. 

Ask yourself, what would Astolat do? 

No for real. @candybarrnerd and I genuinely use this haha.  

Worried your idea is stupid? Astolat would say write it. 

Worried it's too weird? Nah, just write it. 

It's dumb and no one will read it? Just write it for you *waggles eyebrows* (and then find out that yeah, nah, someone else will absolutely read this and be real fucking happy about it haha.)

Worried you're a one trick pony and have already written this fic before, like, and not even once before, and also you're projecting again in Tumblr post? WRITE IT AGAIN! As Astolat once said, "it's a fic so nice, I wrote it thrice". 

It's good advice. 

Make a friend or lean hard on the ones you have here

Misery loves company because it knows they'll come out of this together :). I know, I know, that's fucking NAFF, but fandom is all about finding like-minded freaks and blowing up their DMs because you saw a gif and now feel a kind of ways about it. 

And lastly: 

FUCK STATS! 

I mean I love stats (yay validation!), but god can they make you feel like a worthless shit (hey where did my validation go :((( ). It can be really insidious, so piss that right off when it starts to fuck with your confidence or outlook on your own writing.

Hopefully there is something useful here, even if it's just looking at this advice and thinking "no that's shit, it's writing POISON" cos then you can maybe do the version you think is NOT shit, and that might work. 

Good luck, fellow travelers!!

[cosmik-homo]

Hey!! I finally have vocabulary for the post!! I've been trying to word this thought for years but I think the reason Alfred really matters to me, beyond all the good narrative is the specific way his motorics tm happen is not just limited to the Dramatic struggle tm OR to the comic relief tm, there's little details And big ones, and doesn't really go away when it's inconvenient. whenever I receive glares or petulant comments for struggling with tasks I should not, whenever fumble with a key for too long or trip on nothing or struggle with a blanket, my first thought is not "I am failing so badly oh my god I am worthless *insert insecurity*" but, "hehe like blorbo from my books! Blorbo from my books does this" and then that thought helps me remain calm long enough for my Grown Up Brain to wake up and go "yes, yes it is like blorbo, because you both experience motoric control difficulties, and like blorbo, it is ok when you have symptoms and does not impact your worth as a person."

Represention, I guess

[sahrabarik]

none of the fics or the shoujo romances im reading have updated today so idk ill just take it up the ass or smthn

[scholarschism]

I have found a game I urgently neeeeeeeed to play but I don’t have anyone to play it with………… cruel fate

[deputytremblay]

—JACK’S PHONE WENT off for what must have been the third time that night. He knew exactly who it was, Michael Tremblay trying to get him to go to dinner again. The deputy didn’t even bother to glance at his phone, he knew the gist of the message by heart. It was amazing to him that no matter how many times he skipped on dinner ( announced or otherwise ) Michael still seemed convinced that they should spend some quality ‘family’ time together. Jack couldn’t handle that, he knew about the Tremblays, even if it was through the grapevine. How long before he figured out their son had gone missing, only to spontaneously join the RCMP a few years later? No, it was better to stay far away. Jack’s phone rang again but this time, a phone call. It rang twice as he debated wether or not to answer. Eventually he decided that making an excuse would probably end this whole thing more quickly. Sliding his thumb over the green button, Jack lifted the phone to his ear. “hello, deputy Tremblay here, what’s the problem?” He said, hoping he sounded as preoccupied as he planned to act.

( closed starter for @cathrsis ).

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