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the song is literally them.
#josh allen#stefon diggs#josh and stefon#don’t worry#im writing a fic about it right away#heads up#it’s gonna be a long night#LOL#i love angsty football men#football rpf#Spotify
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Unrequited/One-sided Radioapple but it isn't treated like an angsty end of the world thing.
Imagine they slowly get closer after all the banters, and eventually becoming close friends. Lucifer ends up catching feelings for him, and after a long while, decides to confess and ask Alastor if he felt the same.
Alastor admittedly does not feel the same.
He's getting uncomfortable, struggling to keep his composure because he's DONE this before. He KNOWS how this ends. He remembers Vox and all his insistent declarations of affection and desperate pleas for Alastor to reciprocate; the possessive entitlement. He remembers how all those sickly sweet words morphed into something venomous when he didn't give the lowlife what he wanted. He remembers the anger, the ridiculous notion that it was Alastor's fault why he was so mad, that Alastor led him on and that he obviously deserved something in payment for it all-
So yes, Alastor knows how this ends.
It doesn't mean he isn't disappointed though, because he actually LIKES Lucifer, far more than he ever did Vox. Perhaps not in the way the king might have wanted, but he did. He treasured their little talks, their drinking sessions, their shared love for their instruments, Lucifers singing, their little duets, the banter, the playful jabs, the sparring.
He'd even slowly grown accustomed to the other's touches, not feeling the same surge of disgust and discomfort whenever the shorter man would grab at his arm in excitement, forgetting his usual thoughtfulness of Alastor's touch aversion for the short moment of whatever distracted him. Alastor even enjoyed it at times, relaxing at the feel of soft feathers beneath his claws, or the sensation of gentle scratches against his ears.
Difficult as it was to admit, Alastor had grown to care for the angel, the same way he had for Rosie orv Mimzy.
But no matter how fond Alastor was of Lucifer, it didn't change the fact that he didn't feel the same way romantically, or even sexually. No way in the 7 rings of Hell was he going to lie to Lucifer about either, not going to even entertain the idea of pretending he reciprocated for Lucifer's sake. He respected his friend too much for that.
So a clear, direct rejection it is. It was a shame, but nothing could be done. He said his piece concisely, and waited, shoulders set, back straight, smile and eyes a careful blank canvas as he prepared for the inevitable.
Lucifer nodded, a normal soft smile still in place, "Thank you for your answer, it means a lot."
Which......what? Alastor expected an outburst, or at the very least sharp words.
What he did NOT expect was....acceptance? And not just that but, a happy one? Contentment?????
"You're....alright with that?", he had to ask, he had to. Lucifer was clearly just very good at masking his upset.
But the damn angel just smiled?? And it didn't even look fake, just as bright and soft as his normal smiles, albeit a little confused?? Lucifer smiled at him, his brows furrowing in a bit of confused disbelief, as though Alastor is being the weird one here.
"Uhh, yeah??? Why wouldn't I be??? Yeah I may have some feelings for you but its not like you're obligated to feel the same. Above anything else, we're friends first and foremost and i'm alright with that..."
Then he seemed to have reached his own little conclusion as his words trailed off, because suddenly Lucifer's eyes widened in realization of something, and his words picking up with a sense of panicked urgency.
Alastor would really like to know what Lucifer's supposed realization was about himself because he had absolutely no clue.
"I mean, we ARE still friends right?? I don't- I- I hope this doesn't like- change your opinion of me. You're not- oh gosh I'm not making you uncomfortable am I? I- I won't mention it! You can even forget this whole confession ever happened! We can just go on as before! I don't feel any different or would act any different! Honest! I mean, I don't regret confessing because you deserve to know and I'm not ashamed of my feelings, but I don't want you to be uncomfortable! It doesn't change the way i'll treat you! Or change any aspect of our relationship! I don't even think I like you more as a lover than as a friend! I really, really do love our friendship, it matters more to me than any thoughts of being in a romantic relationship with you! So please just forget it all-"
Alastor let the word vomit wash over him, every word leaving him more confused by the minute.
Because yes, there's the desperation he expected, but...it was more about, convincing Alastor to remain friends?? Reassuring Alastor that nothing has to change?? That their friendship is the most important thing here??
(If anyone asks, no Alastor's heart didn't swell. Only lesser beings would have had the urge to cry, and Alastor is anything but.)
Lucifer is unknowingly reassuring Alastor of every single one of his insecurities about the situation. Because Alastor DID want to remain friends, he cared too much about the man to let it go so easily. It was rare to find people who treasure friendships above romantic relationships.
"I don't tend to forget easily, nor will I forget this one in particular.", he spoke, finally finding his voice. At Lucifer's defeated, pained expression( is their friendship really that important to him?), he continued. "But....yes. I'd like that.. To remain...friends."
He didn't often say the word out loud, being comfortable enough with each other that it need not be reassured with the label. But with Lucifer brightening up like his namesake, relief and happiness palpable, Alastor felt no qualms at declaring their friendship out loud.
So life went on as usual. True to his word, Lucifer remained basically the same. The following weeks were a bit stilted for Alastor, as he put some rather painful distance between him and the angel; limiting their interactions, their usual touches.
Anytime now, Lucifer would break and show his true colors, Alastor would think, waiting for the boot to drop. Lucifer would end up angry, and dissatisfied, and that was that.
But it never happened. Lucifer never expressed discomfort when Alastor avoided him, seeming to be understanding of the others need for space. He was just as affectionate as before, though initially a bit held back, as though gauging Alastor's comfort.
Months would pass, and the king never faltered. Their friendship remained strong, if not growing ever closer than before. Alastor found himself even growing more comfortable with the man. Affectionate touches were becoming common, hugs and head pats and cuddles being a welcome thing, with the reassurance that the shorter king would never disrespect his boundaries.
Lucifer seemed genuinely happy about it, despite being clearly told that none of Alastor's actions hinted at anything romantic. In fact, he seemed ecstatic that Alastor was getting more affectionate towards him as a friend. The embarrassment the radio demon felt at having Lucifer basically tear up (no really, he was crying so hard, full on drama sobbing) with joy in front of him was intertwined with the sheer incredulous fondness he felt for the man at that moment.
They were sitting at a couch one night, more than a year passing since that confession. Lucifer was leaning back, resting against the cushions, while Alastor had his head on the smaller one's shoulder, nuzzling at the crook of his neck, legs tucked close to his body. Both had a book in hand, two nearly empty cups of tea on the table in front of them. Every so often, Lucifer would flex his fingers that rested on Alastor's head, running a digit against the other's ear, often prompting the demon to lean into the touch. White wings enveloped the two, blanketing them against the chill of the night.
As Alastor turned the page of his own book, relaxing into the touch of his dearest friend, he wondered how he ever got so lucky in hell.
#this may have gotten away from me lmao#this was supposed to be a rlly short prompt of 'Unrequited love but overbrimming friendship' but instead i typed out this word vomit-#i don't know if im labeling things right here??? this may not look platonic tk others but ig im sort of projecting here#bc i want friendships like this soo badd. i mean this is still platonic right??? this is normal friendship behavior like come onnn#I've been teased about being ace bc of this mindset but i always just go RIGHT this is how friendship works y'all blind😭😭😭#bloopnik writing#bloopnik rambles#radioapple#appleradio#platonic radioapple#platonic relationships#aroace alastor#alastor hazbin hotel#alastor hazbin#hazbin hotel alastor#hazbin alastor#alastor#duckiedeer#unrequited feelings#BUT NOT UNREQUITED LOVE HELL YEA#one sided radiostatic#lucifer morningstar#hazbin hotel#THEY LOVE EACH OTHER SO MUCH AND ITS BEAUTIFUL#queerplatonic#i think#fic#fanfic#radiosilence
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writing warm up that got away from me
It takes thirty-two more hours for the realization to come to Sidious, and he blames Skywalker wholly for the delay. The boy's own stupidity and black-and-white view of the galaxy must be rubbing off on him, that's the only reason Sidious can think of for not having thinking of this sooner.
Kenobi.
And Skywalker.
The answer has been sitting right before him this entire time, but he had been too blinded by his own hatred of Kenobi to see it. And Skywalker's hero worship of the man hadn't helped, of course. The way Skywalker talked of his old Jedi master evoked images of untouchable saints, glowing angels, benevolent deities...the same way he talked of those sentients he fancied himself in love with at the height of his relationships with them. Gilded and perfect and infallible. It was the way Skywalker loved, to paint his paramours as idols placed upon a pedestal.
How had Sidious missed that Skywalker had already done the same thing with Kenobi? Years ago! For years, he has endured Skywalker's fanatical praise of his Jedi master. He has listened to him complain about the man, his fastidiousness, his devotion to the Jedi Order--but oh, those moments that Sidious had made the mistake of agreeing with Skywalker's own words! He has never felt closer to losing Skywalker's trust than those times he let a bad word about Kenobi slip past his lips, even though Skywalker himself had already said much more damning things.
And yet no matter the argument, no matter the disagreement between Kenobi and Skywalker, Skywalker's faith in his master did not waver. He never took his master down from that pedestal, no matter how many times Kenobi revealed himself to be just a man.
Sidious has spent years resenting that, resenting Skywalker's unshakeable devotion to his master. He has spent years trying to ingratiate himself to the boy, trying to replace Kenobi as the boy's mentor, his father. And every time he has failed because it seems that no matter how often Kenobi manages to break Skywalker's heart, Skywalker gives it to him again without hesitation.
But...but if Skywalker were to see Kenobi through the lens of a man in love, if they were to fall into bed together and strike up a romance, then surely...surely Kenobi would flinch at the force of Skywalker's naked devotion.
#obikin#basically sidious decides to push the two of them together#thinking that kenobi will turn skywalker away or break his heart#but of course kenobi does not do that#because kenobi is also insane about skywalker#and sidious did not take that into consideration#this fic is challenging for two ways tho im writing directly into the ao3 box which i have never done#and also i am writing through massive brain fog#so i think half these words are not the right words#rip kit
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sometimes I lay at night thinking what exactly did daisy write in the description of alec hardy's tinder profile and what pictures did she use that made her think that could get women to swipe right on him. was it selfies? was it candid photos she took? was alec wearing that blue jumper on and reading a paper with his legs crossed in the photos? I need to know
#alec hardy#broadchurch#because if i saw alec hardy wearing The Blue Jumper#with glasses on and reading a paper#and that photo was a side profile of that#i would have swiped right IMMEDIATELY#funny tho#because then afterwards ill google him up#and karen white's article about him will definitely come up#and turn all potential suitors away#also im having a writer's block#i AM STUCK TRYING TO FINISH WRITING CHAPTER 9 of this fic im writing urghhhhhhhhhhhh#david tennant#look#david tennant is a very good looking man#but if i saw Alec Hardy in real life in a universe where i dont know how DT looks like#i would look at him and scowl#“dafuq u mean he's in charge”#man cant even trim his beard or iron out his suit#also that princeloww post about the tinder convo led me up to these thoughts so thanks for that i guess#alec hardy is tumblrs resident grumpy wet cat#h: broadchurch
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ok i love rescue bots and the fandom but we are NOT tapping into proper fic potential ok. where are the fics about heatwave and jules verne meeting in the future? where are fics about the rescue bots’ missions/lives in space? where are the fics about them on other planets or just on cybertron? where’s the fics on frankie and heatwave talking about triple changing? where’s the fics on the rescue bots meeting team prime? where’s the fics on an au of the show where heatwave accepts optimus’ offer to join his team? WHERE ARE THE FICS??
#look there’s some really good rescue bots fics out there#but the fandom NEEDS to branch out#we KNOW about earth lets talk about other stuff#i mean you can only read so many fics with the same premise#i love tropes but i want other stuff too#if i could write i would do this stuff#but i always lose the plot like right away#im mostly a rambler#rescue bots#tfrb#transformers rescue bots#transformers#tfrb heatwave#tfrb frankie#the other characters are implied but not named
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boxing arc of LCLA goes crazy tbh we've got qiao ling busting the boys' time shenanigans (and her not believing at first until they prove it via HER being involved in said time shenanigans); we've got cheng xiaoshi's parasocial relationship w his idol shuang hai (man is obsessed); he's shaking crying downing drinks w shuang hai cos said boxing CHAKPION has no one to confide in except two twenty something year olds who did some sleuthing for him; cheng xiaoshi's all like "im your BIGGEST fan why are u being such a LOSER right now 🥲" and lu guang is sitting there quietly except for when scolding cxs for drinking too much too fast 😭😭😭 i love this show
#link click#link click live action#ness lc tag#qiao ling#lu guang#cheng xiaoshi#the WAY shuang hai pours them both a drink and lg looks at it like hes Never seen alcohol in his LIFE#shuang hai asks him why he's not drinking and CXS JUST DOWNS IT FOR HIM....i was like wait im getting deja vu (thought of wangxian erm)#i feel like live action! shiguang are getting closer and its so sweet to seeeee#even the small things like the way lu guang seems mire comfortable touching cxs (albeit usually to drag him away from things or to things)#i still remember how in an earlier episode cxs sat right next to lg on that bench and LG SLID AWAY FROM HIM IT WAS HILARIOUS#but they've grown and learned more about one another.... they're beginning to. Understand each other#they're building towards the dynamic i feel they have in the donghua (< personal hc) and its low-key v heartwarming to see#I'd love to read fics (or write!!) w lcla canon in mind cos there's some good stuff here !#it will never be the insane Peak that is the donghua but i love the direction they've taken it in#it feels both separate to the donghua (able to stand on its own) and complimentary#lord im sorry for rambling in the tags sm im just so obsessed w link click in all its forms#and this will happen again 😞
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idk if this is a good prompt but put doomguy in myhouse.wad I think he would find it enriching
Right, so I've been mulling on this one for a little bit now, n I'm not opposed to writing something for you, I'm just not... entirely sure what to write? Because the thing is, myhouse.wad doesn't actually really have anything to do with Doom as a story. Sure, Doom is important in that it's the vessel through which the story is told and one of the connections between the narrator and his dead companion. But as far as Doom itself goes, and the story about a man who was too angry/stupid to die, fighting demons and saving earth, none of that is at all relevant to myhouse.wad and its story. For all intents and purposes, Doomguy isn't actually a character in myhouse.wad. So I'm not really sure how exactly to fit him in there.
#pikspeak#bc like. ok so if u say write dg as if he is actually the character in myhouse.wad#then the problem is that theres a pretty huge meta element to myhouse.wad and having some of the outside context- even just the context tha#its supposed to be the creator's dead friend's childhood home- is important. youre not MEANT to 'immerse' yourself in it or pretend you are#the protag. part of the impact comes from knowing youre just an observer and this is just a videogame on your computer.#writing dg as a character inside myhouse.wad would rob it of a lot of context and therefore impactfulness. hed just be walking around an#old house looking at things that have no meaning to him.#so ok then not dg as the protag of myhouse.wad but what about just like.. him in the funky liminal space of myhouse.wad? the non-euclidean#reality breaking shifting house of leaves place of myhouse.wad? i *could* do something like that if thats what youre looking for#but then considering this is the character whose reaction to finding himself in literal hell was to go 'hey??? this is stupid???? anyway im#gonna kill everything here' he probably wouldnt be too exceptionally ruffled by finding himself in a sorta funky reality breaking space.#hed probably still just go 'oh weird. funky. anyway back to killing demons.' and that would be it. which yeah i CAN write if its what u wan#it just. yknow. doesnt quite seem like the right tone? just kinda flat by comparison#i have considered doing things in the right tone before. since it is also canon that on his way back to hell dg has to run through the#burned out ruins of his own hometown. something similar to the visiting an old place thats been twisted by time and grief and coming to#terms with its loss or something to that effect#but. if im being honest i dont know that i have the writing skill to pull that off well much less as a short fic for a prompt response#uhhh anyway where was i going with this.#im happy to write something for you; possibly even something myhouse.wad related if you want!! im just not sure how to do that hdfbhdj...#anyway sorry for letting this one sit for so long without an answer. have another fic prompt where the fic is getting a little longer than#anticipated n combining that with rotating this to try n figure out what i could write for it...#guess time got away from me a little bit. sorry about that!
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#not to vague abt a particular niche of a fandom no one cares about BUT im losing my mind a bit#bc there's a ship that literally got me so invested that i read fanfiction for the 1st time. i adore them so much#i think their canon relationship is so fucking lovely and its bullshit what happened to them. if u kno u kno.#but now i go to ao3 and try to find fics and im like... yo y do these all fucking suck?#like i get it. no one has given a fuck abt this fandom since like the 2010s but i mean ive read lots of way better fics for waaaay#tinier fandoms. i guess thoses ppl just cared way more. no one gives enough of a fuck to write a good fic for these 2.#ugh. im probably just being a bitch. like is it bc its a heterosexual ship? is the bar really so low for writing straight relationships that#they have to b so fucking boring immediately???? like what the fuck is happening. i feel like im losing my mind#wheres the passion? where the dedication? wheres the willingness to die for eachother and fight side by side?#its all boring bullshit or weird self insert feeling smut. or maybe its me. maybe im the problem bc i refuse to read the fics that have#adultery and divorce in them bc im so in denial abt the ending of bleach that i cannot stand to even look at#the canon endgame ships. it makes me to angry. so yea maybe im the problem#i jus6 don't understand it. its the same for narut0 x s4suke fics. like????#did we watch the same show??? why tf r u writing them so weird and boring and wrong????#that one i them im right abt bc others have confirmed it. but idk abt these 2. my fucking original otp is cursed to toil away in bad#fanfiction. or maybe all the good fics r on ff dot net. but fuck if im gonna wade thru that hellsite#anyway. this is what u get when u get invested in terrible anime. i mean with peace and love it is my nostalgia show but like u kno#unrelated
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craving some validation today, so here, have a little preview of what I'm working on this week:
“Harrington, hey! Harrington, Mark Donahue from CBC Sports. Great to see you out here tonight, first game as a rookie, right?” Steve grimaced a little and shifted his helmet to his other hand as the mic was shoved in his face. The team was stalled at the entrance to the rink, likely waiting as the Bruins were introduced and did their skate out. Still, he didn’t really need this right now. “Hey, yeah man. Thanks, look, I’m just trying to-” “We’ll be quick, Harrington, don’t worry about it. How are you feeling tonight? Your dad’s in the audience, eh? Is he excited to see his son play his first ever NHL game?” Steve grimaced slightly at the thought but forced his face into something close to a smile. “Sure, yeah, yep. Really, uh. Really excited for us to win tonight.” The interviewer–Donahue–laughed. It didn’t sound friendly. “Ah, got it! So you gotta get a win for the old man, eh? Of course. And, is there anyone on the Bruins tonight that has you worried? Maybe someone like Eddie Munson?” Steve couldn’t stop the frown that tugged his eyebrows down. He’d sat through all the media training, yeah. Smile and nod, just here to support my team, the regular nonsense. But really? His first night on the big ice and they were asking him about Munson?
(while you wait you can always reread carve your name into my chest for your steddie hockey fill ;))
update: you can now read it here
#steddie hockey au#carve your name into my chest#hexiewrites#hex writes stuff#my stuff#a lil snippet for everyone!#im so excited about this fic you guys#like ive been having SO much fun with it#i have gotten uh very carried away#we're at 11k right now and i'm not done yet#shhh it's fine#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#stranger things
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i’m listening to those literary demerit episodes on dirty laundry feeling like a klance scholar rn and also shaking my fist at the fucking sky because clearly a lot of klance fic was influenced by it and god.......i wish i could live in a different timeline......we gotta do better this time soldiers. give me in character fic im on my knees begging.
#the way that sad twink keith had a fucking CHOKEHOLD ON THE LONG FICS#im smacking it away from me i dont want it#this is why i think i like later season fics better usually#bc people write them as like serious and tired and it feels more real 2 me#idk i love the early season dynamic i just wish.......idk#every day i feel like i get on here and complain about the quality of the popular voltron fics im so sorry lmao#ive found some genuinely good short ones i just was always someone who liked reading long fics but i still. cant find. good ones.#also i feel like when i say in character i mean the versions that live in my head but erm im right so....#me and all my mutuals....we're right....#colleen thoughts
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taking opinions
#on the lore side of things. the face paint is the face paint their dad wore and they wore it once they went back to the village#after he died. they kept wearing it as a connection to him and to their home#but they don't think of that place as home anymore and really. ppl there kind of ostracized them and their mom#on the personal side of things whenever i write um. [redacted]. fic. i have to think about if cori's facepaint is smear proof.#and also just generally water proof. she lives on an island for two months.#which no one cares about but ME but still. and also i just think they have a lot of colors on their head.#but also im attached to it so idk :/ maybe i could retcon them to be tattoos??#to clarify if i took it away it would be post-enw cori deciding they didn't want to wear it anymore#they have a new home and they can see their mom again bc she left the village and maybe its not the right fit anymore. but maybe it still i#idk!!#i need a text post tag
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WIP Wednesday
I got tagged by @ejunkiet! Thank you for the tag <3
I can't think of anyone to tag, but if you see this and want to do it please do! You do not need to wait for a tag to do something like this
I will be honest I haven't been writing all that much recently, but there a few things I was able to clang out in between classes and other commitments I have, so there's that. Both snippets are Milo/Sweetheart (because of course they are), one being the Mafia AU I am working on that was inspired by Laveau and the other being a new genre I am trying out. Anyway, snippets under cut:
Mafia AU:
“Yeah, well, David thinks this is a great idea,” Sweetheart teased, arms wrapping around Milo’s waist. “I never said it wasn’t,” Milo said, smiling, “getting to watch you up on that stage while I’m behind the bar? It’s going to be like a dream come true.” Sweetheart rolled their eyes, but the adoration behind them was still there when they returned to Milo. “We’ll see what David thinks of you slacking while I’m up there.” “Speaking of David,” Milo said, pulling back just a bit, “were you able to talk to him? About-” “It’s all settled,” Sweetheart cut him off, waving away the concern. “He knows the risks, and he’s willing to take them. He said that he takes care of his dancers, and I’m no exception.” Milo nodded, relief flooding through him for a moment. He knew David wouldn’t refuse to help, but they both knew what Sweetheart was trying to escape. However, they didn’t have to worry about that. “Good. You’re going to do great tonight, Sweetheart.” Sweetheart grinned, “Of course I am.”
Another Milo/Sweetheart Snippet: CW for suggestive conversation. (This fic might be my first smut fic, honestly. but we'll see where that goes. moving on)
“We’re going,” Milo whispered into their ear. “hmm?” Sweetheart hummed, leaning back against him, a warm pressure. “What for? I thought you were enjoying yourself,” they teased. “I’m going to get my hands on you in the next few minutes, whether it’s in front of these office jockeys or not,” Milo said, dark eyes watching them. “But we still have the pack celebration to go to,” Sweetheart reminded him, turning so they could press into his side. He had a hand on their hip without thinking, holding them in place. “That was part of our deal.” “They can wait,” Milo said lowly, “besides, they are used to how I am with you. These buzz kills?” He paused to gesture to the other partygoers discreetly, “Wouldn’t know what to do with themselves if I kissed you right now. Without tongue.” Sweetheart laughed, hiding their amusement behind the glass that they were holding. “You can’t go calling them buzz kills, Milo, this is networking for me,” they chastised. They didn’t disagree, though. Milo rolled his eyes playfully. “Well, they know about the other party, just not when. So, we can go.” Sweetheart considered it, not breaking eye contact with him while they did, always trying to see his intentions. As if he wasn’t already upfront about everything with them, but this was a game that they played. There was something in their eye, a playful glint that he—well, that he really liked. They smirked, taking a sip of their drink. They didn’t miss the way he followed the path the liquid took as they swallowed if the smug look they wore had anything to say about it. “Wait for me beside the car,” Sweetheart said finally, pressing the glass that they had into Milo’s hand. “Let me explain my absence before another rumour gets out about me.” They didn’t have to tell Milo twice.
anyway. i miss writing. i hate when university gets in the way.
#plutonium_WIPW#redacted audio#redacted audio milo#redacted audio sweetheart#redactedverse#guys i don't know how i feel about either of these fics#its just cause im like JUST starting them and I need to write more in order for the ideas to be finalized but still#something something if im not good at something right away it's never gonna be good#im working on it#anyway ✌️
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I need to draw my rook bc I actually do have some ideas for them I just. Have NOT been in a creating mood idk I'm so tired... Aoughgggh
#crow rambles#i want to write and i want to draw and i want to do a million things and i am doing NONE of them...#insane... crazy even...#like. i have several fic ideas i wanna write (nothing new there) but i am not writing them#i. well i dont have any art ideas now but i WANNA draw but ohh. hard :(#i think i may be having a little creative burnout... give me like four days ill be back on my game#i can never stay away from art for too long. i get itchy if i dont draw for a few days#longest ive went without drawing in the past like. decade. has been a week and that was when i got covid#my ass can NOT put the pencil down#i do want to get some of my rook ideas into fic bc i think it may help me flesh them out a little bit#while i do have a lot of criticisms of dav i kinda wanna stop focusing on them so much#bc i KNOW ive been posting about them alot on here#and while i don't think the game SHOULDNT be criticized (it definitely should) i dont want to be solely negative on it#bc i actually did have fun playing it#and i want to reflect it in my posts lmao#however. i love bitching. i am so good at bitching#its a competitive sport and im winning. top tier bitcher thats me#idk i should probably replay the game bc its always easier to make a protagonist for a dragon age game once you know the plot#but also i want to finish my dao replay... and replay da2... and finish my dai replay i never finished lmao#im at the landsmeet in dao so it shouldnt be much longer. i plan on skipping the golems dlc this go round bc i dont really like it and it#doesnt add very much to the plot imo. everytime i play it i get pissy over the harvester. fucking AWFUL boss#tried killing it on hard mode. once. i am never doing that shit again i HATEEEE that stupid thing#<- by landsmeet i meant i am doing the denerim quests right before the landsmeet. im just before the whole 'anora got locked up' thing#am NOT looking forward to the alienage... idk i really want go get to witch hunt 😭😭
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i pretty much always listen to instrumental music while writing and i keep a playlist of some of my favorite long compilations which works well and good until one of my three hour piano compilations ends and suddenly transitions to an intense soundtrack and scares me half to death because i was too focused to expect it
#horrifying almost passed away i think#i should really just separate my calm instrumental and my exciting instrumental into different playlists at this point😪#this has happened Too Many times smh#posting this because i wanted to complain but also!!#this happened while i was working on my one cytham fic i’ve been blathering about for like two months!!#and i finally got past the section that kept giving me so much trouble and making me rewrite it a million times#so!!! im really hoping i can get it done soon!!#it’s about sleeping because i’m a freak and like 90% of the shit i write is about sleep apparently lol#and also it’s at ~10k words right now which means it’ll be my longest finished fic once it’s done!!#anyway i’m just really excited about it!! :)!!!!#and praying my productivity holds so that we can knock the rest of it out this week or next😤😤#as much as i love this one i want to work on my other wips SO bad#so MANIFESTING🙏🙏🙏
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I was just rereading the short stories I wrote for workshop in college and it's weirdddddd because they're not bad, but also... I would NOT write that now
#like even what the stories are about#but these are also 3+ years old so#ive written so much since then and yeah 95% of that is fan fic but hey writing is writing#my prof would always say too if you do a masters for creative writing it's better to wait some years rather than go right away#and at the time i was like yeah i guess#but reading my stuff back now it's like woahh my writing is way different#best way to describe it would be simpler i think#im reading it like okay this is decent writing but that's it?#flythepost
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im so sorry writers, i cannot read because i read slow and i read inattentively and i read at night when i cannot sleep. i read in the dark without my glasses with epubs on my phone most of the time. all of this accumulates and i can never truly read more than like. a few thousand words at a time probably. disappointing news for people with brilliant fics that have word counts that hit like 60k and beyond
if you are a fic writer reading this, your only takeaway from this stranger's ramble is not to worry about writing long because you maybe feel pressured to, cause i love shorter fics. i myself have only written one complete thing and it is like 1.1k words. writing is hard! fandom is free. if it sucks hit da bricks. you can take it easy on your own work
(and this is work. it is fun and it is a hobby but it is still work to sit down and write. AND its unpaid. cut yourself some slack! i once read a fic that was unfinished but at the end the author still gave a bullet point summary of plot points that were gonna happen and i still loved it i aTE THAT SUMMARY UP)
(another point: long fics are amazing! i've read a few on occasion! what im saying is if you feel like your fic needs to be long because only then will it be "good" then you are my target audience here, because i am also you. i am reassuring you. go post that 400 word drabble. i will eat it up. many fics that have changed my brain chemistry forever are like 1k words or less)
#text#feel free to like. maybe fight me and say that you like writing long. or that youre a perfectionist! cause me too man#it just takes me a while longer to read long fics it and im very sorry about it. sorry for being slow#but anyway. big shoutout to shorter fics cause i can finish them and go crazy stupid in the comments right away
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