#im a writer

[deoidesign]

I've been told my comic feels like it was written by AI.

I suppose I'm not trying to be groundbreaking. I'm not interested in pioneering genres. I'm not writing for the purpose of literary analysis.

But written by AI...?

I'm already someone who has my humanity questioned. My identity erased. My existence disrespected. It could be worse. Anything could be worse.

But AI?

I spend weeks writing single scenes, toiling over the implications of single lines. I have goals. My writing has intent.

If you cared to read deeper, perhaps you'd see the themes. Maybe then you'd see the value. If you tried to analyze it maybe you'd see something there.

Maybe you'd see me.

Someone told me my comic seemed like it was written by AI.

And my humanity was denied one step further in that my voice was not seen in the work I've poured years of my life into.

[loveroped]

,,Every step I took closer the feeling got more familiar. A stench if desperation and a taste of grief. It all felt like a treasure chest I couldn't open."

decided to draw plant hair/flower garden Scar from @stiffyck

Alt version under the cut! TW FOR ORGANS (an undetailed anatomical heart)

[morally-earl-gray]

showing my parents my writing is the equivalent of bringing home a boyfriend for them to meet

[themistymountainscold]

stede: what happened to your leg?

izzy: *flash back to the crew having to hold him down as fang cut it off*

izzy: fuck off.

[neptune-scythe]

y'all ever think about how Kaz being alive on the reapers barge and screaming for help that went unheard is a metaphor for ones inner child buried amidst the corpses of the person one used to be?

now you have

you're welcome

[bruce--yamada]

Guys I'm a writer. I can write anything.

[novafaery]

...

My dream is to get over this writers block that has personally locked up my imagination in a deep dark cell in a tall black tower, with crows cawing in the distance. The writers block had ruined my life. Time to make a tumblr post about instead of fixing the problem.

I'm a 💥writer💥 not a ✨writer✨

[schnauzerlavendergal]

Oh to be in the liminal space of a stationery shop.

[hallucinateonpaperspines]

Ot&t

if someone made tiny bombs or another device that creates sparks, put them in energon and a bot drank it. If we activated them would all of the energon inside the bot or con ignite. Slowly melting a person from the inside out.

*Bashing Silas and Morocco with this ask*: THIS! IS! CALLED! USING! YOUR BRAIN!

Ashlyn peering over my shoulder: Could we turn it into an aerosol? Or a nanite capable of burrowing through the thin places of armor? Add something that seeks out the specific chemical composition of the energon and imbeds itself into the bot?

Author: Essentially improving Morocco's nanites and turning it into a ticking time bomb that could be set off at any time?

Ashlyn: Thereby broadening the range. Could use it for interrogation, assignation, sabotage... possibilities are endless really.

Silas: ... I don't know whether to be scared or wonder why I never recruited you.

Ashlyn: I would never work for the idiot whose best idea was basically plagiarizing... and then burning the people who plagiarized for you.

*Optimus Prime crying in the corner*

[mollycustard]

some silly doodles :] sorry for less posts, tryna get this first chapter all good and soft and ripe so may have to roll back to the 25th :,[ im sorry i will ensure greatness to make up for it and include extra lovely giblets for those who donate ;]

[nightlyteaandpaper]

One thing I find funny about the narration of Avatar 2 is the idea that everyone just assumes that Quaritch cares about Spider. Yes, we, the audience, know he does, but everyone else in the story does not--even Quaritch didn't know he cared about Spider until the boat scene.

When Neytiri snatched Spider and held that knife to his throat, she was gambling, she won the gamble, but she was gambling that Spider meant ANYTHING to Quaritch. His being alive and well while in his clutches is insufficient evidence to support her thought process. What made Mrs. Sully think that Spider served any point to Quartich at all? What made Mrs. Sully believe that even if she turned that kid into sashimi right in front of Quartich, he would let her daughter go?

She gambled hard and won.

Anyway, go support my fanfiction:

The Battle Within Chapter 1: Miles, an avatar fanfic | FanFiction

[vsangelvampiregf]

sunday, november 3rd, 2024. 11:42PM

dear diary,

wait. scratch that.

dear little me,

i’m sorry that nothing ever changed. you deserved better than what you were forced to endure. but i could never convince the older you that you were worth more than that pain you hold inside. i promise i tried but it wasn’t enough now just as it wasn’t enough when you were little. you’re almost 20. you have to let go. stop holding on. you don’t get a second chance at childhood. only a second chance at making this better for the present moment.

[scrunchiesandsquips]

all of the original novels i've written (to various degrees of completion) described in one sentence with no further context

~ girl's best friend dies and meets other girl who might be the best friend in a different font ~ summer camp murder mystery that might not actually be a murder (read it and find out) ~ confused dude single-handedly makes and breaks the lives of the entire human population- arguably unwillingly ~ a found family of queer doctors (and three equally as queer teenagers) ~ disabled lesbians who cannot flirt for the life of them

[morally-earl-gray]

things that every writer gets:

illegible sticky notes EVERYWHERE

finding that one song that reminds you of your oc and playing it on repeat

"oh, you're writing a book? can you make me a character in it?"

agonizing over your laptop for hours trying to figure out the solution for a plot hole, then getting struck with sudden inspiration in the middle of doing something else

crying over your imaginary friends

getting hurt and thinking 'oh i can use this for reference!'

realizing that the side character is more interesting than the main character

CAFFEINE

"whats your book about?" uhhhhhhh

switching between "i want my parents to be proud of me for succeeding" and "dear god my parents can never read this, holy shit"

accidentally writing something extremely dark and questioning your own sanity

wayyy too many notebooks, mostly empty

resisting the urge to format your document to look like a real book, so you can see how many pages it would be

and, finally, last but not least...

ctrl+shift+c

[paradiserotting]

this is awkward … erm.. hi, little fella *zips up fly nervously and leans down to shake his hand*

[shadowbrightshine]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39312774/chapters/98378277

This is "past the card games, at least for now" a yugioh Egypt post Canon fic where Yugi stayed behind in Egypt with Atem after a year in the modern world alone.

I don't know how make it do the click on it thing the other posters do.

So the ao3 in my name isn't for nothing.

I'm the one who made this and several other fics, but I lost motivation.

Well after a year I've posted a new chapter to this little thing.

(Yes I'm one who wrote the Dsmp fic "I won't Let him Near You", and I miss it sometimes)

Let me know what you think. Maybe now that I have a social platform my motivation won't die as fast.