#no fucking clue about what I am writing

[stories-by-rie]

how to feel excited about my own projects again

[perpetuallyboo]

Ya know, as a beginner artist I can’t bring the scene I have in mind justice by drawing it.....BUT YA KNOW WHAT I CAN DO!? I SURE AS HELL CAN FUCKIN WRITE SO *BREAKS KNUCKLES* LETS DO THIS SHIT

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Gegg jumped up and down excitedly on two little legs, waving his sign of "STORY" all around him. "Yes, yes, come on Gegg." Wilbur sighed, turning away from the small egg and towards the looming stone walls near the man's house. "I'll tell you a story. Just...follow me." Gegg hopped over to follow the tall man, wobbly in his excitement but hurrying towards the path that Wilbur made. "Now, Gegg, I want you to get in this hole here. It's..It's the story hole!" Wilbur said, picking at the wall till it made a small hole just big enough for someone to fit inside.

Briefly, the dark crevasse in the wall flashed to a brighter lit but all the more foreboding small room, surrounded by the same stone but with just a singular slime block in the middle. The only thing that Gegg had to look at other than the torches for when he had waited for someone to find him...

But then the flash stuttered and cut off back to the dark space of the hole that Wilbur had dug. Shaking himself out of any dark thoughts, (those were in the past anyways, Gegg had found people that liked him!) Gegg hopped into the hole.

Wilbur stood at the edge of the hole's opening, illuminated by bright sunlight, tall frame casting a dark shadow over Gegg.

"Now, Gegg, a story. Once upon a time," Wilbur began, narrowing his eyes at the small greenish egg in front of him with a forced smile.

"In a very enchanted and dangerous forest, there was a little egg, and he was very fragile and very slimy- and- and goopy and he smelled repulsive. Absolutely abhorrent, just the worst smelling thing you've ever smelt."

Gegg was not liking this story very much anymore. He was always slower than most eggs, but it was easy to tell by the disgusted glare in Wilbur's eyes and the way his hand tightened on the pickaxe he held in his hand that these insults were directed right at him.

"Clean egg!" Gegg flashed his signs, staring hopefully up at Wilbur. Sure, Gegg was happy to be Gegg with all his funny green slime, but if Wilbur would like Gegg without it then Gegg could change! But Wilbur just sighed derisively, pinching his nose.

"No, Gegg, you'll never be clean. Listen to the story. It was the smelliest, ugliest, goopiest egg in the world. And he wandered off into the woods and you'll never guess what happened to him!" Wilbur leaned towards Gegg, not stepping forward into the small cave but enough so that his eyes glinted dangerously.

"He got eaten! Alive!"

Gegg gasped and cowered into the corner of the cave. His attention had been enraptured by Wilbur's story about this small green egg just like Gegg and when Wilbur had leaned forward, Gegg cursed his vivid imagination as he could see his own weak shell being griped by some monster and eaten alive. It would be so easy, so easy! No one looked after Gegg, no one would even notice! "No, no! Scary!" Gegg whimpered, tears forming in his wide eyes.

"Yes, Yes. But alternatively to the story, before he wandered off, he got put here..." Wilbur began, stepping slightly back once more to then place a block in front of him, stacking another on top to fully seal away the outside world and any kind of light. "In a nice safe box. Just like that! Where he can't irritate anyone." There was a pause as if Wilbur struggled to find another reason. "And he couldn't get killed! So, he lived in this box forever. And he didn't make any noise. He was quiet. He wasn't irritating. Now, have a good sleep, Gegg." Wilbur ended with a pleased tone and to Gegg's horror, the sound of footsteps fading away.

Gegg was now trapped in the shadows of the cave, barely above to move to the side from how close the walls were. Was this how he died? Just how he lived? In this dark, cold hole where no one would find him? Before he was able to be found because he at least had a few signs pointing to his spot but now...now he was just trapped in the wall that surrounded the server. Just two blocks deep, unable to make any noise but distressed whines and quiet gasps as tears began to well and fall from his eyes.

"Forever." Wilbur had said.

Was Gegg...Was Gegg really so bad?

To deserve to be locked away forever? Never to see light again? Never to hear someone's voice? Never to feel the brief snippet of joy he had just barely grasped? Was all Gegg worth is to rot?

The smallest egg collapsed to the cold stone floor and sobbed, too weak to claw an escape and too alone to be saved.

[forabeatofadrum]

Happy Sunday. Thank you @artsyunderstudy and @aroace-genderfluid-sheep for the tag. It was my birthday yesterday and today I am back to reading philosophy papers that I cannot comprehend. Anyway how is your weekend?

I am happy you all love Mimi. I also love Mimi. I still haven't gotten to the getting together part of this getting together fic, and I still don't know how to get there, but I think we're all content with dog content now.

“Just kneel in front of her and stretch your arms. If she’s willing, she’ll jump into your arms, so you must catch her.” Kurt tries it and Mimi is eager to be loved, so she leaps into his arms. “Look!” Kurt turns to Blaine, with Mimi pressed against his chest. “I’ve never seen her warm up to someone this quickly,” Blaine sounds a bit amazed. Blaine helps Kurt get up and Kurt carries Mimi to the living room. Blaine gives him a small tour of his place and he asks if Kurt wants coffee. Kurt can’t say no to that! Kurt cuddles Mimi and Blaine talks from his kitchen. He tells Kurt how he adopted Mimi. A friend of his had a dog who unexpectedly got pregnant, so Blaine and his friends adopted all of the babies. They still have reunions with Mimi’s mom and siblings. “I have pictures!” “Please show them!”

PUPPIES

And now, the weather: @quizasvivamos @blurglesmurfklaine @coffeegleek @esperantoauthor @otherworldsivelivedin @caramelcoffeeaddict @sillyunicorn @bazzybelle @dragoneggos @raenestee @tectonicduck @nightimedreamersworld @urban-sith @thnxforknowingme @captain-aralias @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @justgleekout @cerriddwenluna @tea-brigade @ivelovedhimthroughworse @moodandmist @whogaveyoupermission @bookish-bogwitch @confused-bi-queer @ionlydrinkhotwater @1908jmd @special-bc-ur-part-of-it @larkral @chen-chen-chen-again-chen​ @cutestkilla ​ @nausikaaa ​/@wellbelesbian ​​ @martsonmars ​ @facewithoutheart ​ @shrekgogurt @boyinjeans @rockitmans @bitbybitwrites @blackberrysummerblog @whatevertheweather

EDIT: lmao my mind was fried, I knew it was Sunday and wrote "happy Sunday" but also thought it was Wednesday, used the WIP Wednesday banner and didn't give a shit about trying to get 6 sentences. I fixed the banner. What is my mind doing???

[basicallyjustmuggleremuslupin]

what hurts the most about moving away from home while keeping friends from there is that you keep coming home for holidays and at some point, you'll notice that you just simply Don't Fit into the friendgroup dynamics anymore, but that you can also not do much about it because that's just Who You Are Now.

[whump-thoughts]

It's 4 am and I am thinking of overly specific whump thoughts, sorry for any misspellings English is not my first language

Years after whumpee and caretaker lives collided with eachother, they still live together and maybe it's the weekend but what matters is that whumpee got some of the good wine and caretaker and them are just talking as they get progressively more drunk, caretaker does not drink a lot but whumpee is just getting hammered, at one point caretaker decides that enough is enough because tomorrow will be the start of the week and either they or whumpee have work tomorrow and now it's a good time to go to sleep, as they drag whumpee to their room whumpee is both dozing off and blabbering about how much caretaker means to them, when they are at whumpee's room they just throw themselves to their bed but also drag caretaker down with them, then peppering their face with quick playful kisses, muttering and out loud wondering what did they ever do to deserve to meet such a wonderful person as caretaker, but soon enough they have fallen asleep, leaving caretaker to wonder how far both have come, how weird is it that there was a point in their life when they didn't even know whumpee existed, how at one point whumpee didn't even speak aside from whimpers and screams and how caretaker felt like there was no way for them to change for the better, but even if whumpee has developed unhealthy coping mechanism (like their really gross self depreciating humor or getting completely black out drunk at any chance they get) or if they themselves feel like they have become a little more jaded and cold towards both themselves and the world, caretaker only thinks about how they could have chosen better choices as to how to help whumpee, it does not really matter as they go to sleep in whumpee's embrace soon enough

[arctic-hands]

I like having joined a book fandom that's still new and fresh cause we get to nerdily bond as we devour a release of a new book in the series and I get to see all the theories and discussions and memes in real time as opposed to years later when everyone else knows how it ends so I have to block the fandom bc of spoilers. It's a feeling I haven't had since a teenager bc as of late I drag my ass into a fandom like a decade after its hayday and miss all the fun stuff

But it sucks ass that I am no longer as weirdly and eerily patient like I was as a child and the nine month wait for Heavenly Tyrant to come out is driving me crazy

[coquelicoq]

wow i am now attempting to edit the crosswords i wrote a week and a half ago and tested last week and they are. bad. i've already completely refilled one of them, refilled about half of another, and at the top of a third i had just written "too hard + boring" so will likely need to refill much of that one too. and when i'm done refilling i will still have to write new clues...i was not on my game in late february apparently! at least the rewriting process has been going okay. i'm so much more efficient at this than i used to be, which means i can be a lot pickier about quality now. so that's a good feeling, though obviously i would prefer to just...do better from the outset lol.

[space-ninja-fashion-show]

I'm getting a surprising amount of new followers from One Funny Post, and i know i have a pinned post and all, but...hi?

My main three things around here are:

OC posting (my lore compendium looks like ass and is over half a year out of date, i am So Sorry)

Digging into How Things Work despite having the math prowess of half a dozen ants in a trench coat. So i mostly just sit around and Learn Things and then Do My Best To Apply Them and/or Help Others

Shooting the shit with @riftwalker-limbro

[fallingnebulae]

i fucking HATE stats i want to die

[iq-m]

I could totally write down milgram theories if i had the patience

[packedtazer]

......... now what if i took all my feelings and stuck them in a tiny matchbox and hid that tiny matchbox somewhere . yeah

[nostalgia-tblr]

Today I wrote about 900 words \o/ But only 100 of those were in the thing I wanted to add words to :( And most of them are in the wrong chapter. :( :(

[frogmascquerade]

Doctor who spoilers in the tags ! Empire of death

[48787]

Just some late night logging to throw some thoughts somewhere

The shockwave in my posts used to be one half ephemeral entity, one quarter aliased program, and one quarter real projection.. and now my shockwave not only entirely real but is actually literally terrorizing me for fun and hunting the lower deck crew mates for sport just like I wrote about... And yet I'm still in tyrannical command??? I keep understanding Megatron and the inner workings of Decepticon High Command more and more through experience...

I wanted to put out a post about shockwave learning how to force his way through the energon relay thing but now it would almost seem like too much projection to my actual real sadistic scientist I've captured, which I thought would be impossible considering it was something I already had written/planned out before all that!! Fucking retroactive projection!!!

I'll probably still continue with the energon relay thread, spacebridge is so fucking close to being fully operational and the conclusion of shockwave figuring out how to transmit himself was going to be instrumental for that both in actual technical computer shit and in my weird aliasing that motivates me to work on the Nemesis... and then it just... happened in the physical world with real tangible people almost exactly as I had written and played out exactly as I had it thought out within my mind-Nemesis which has dramatically increased the efficiency and progress of my technical research....... in the literal exact way my Nemesis posting's shockwave was going to dramatically increase efficiency with the side effect of increased terror...

I swear, there's some weird fucking cosmic prank being played on me or something because the weird quirks of the Divine Comedy keep making things like this happen. I mean, I'm not complaining, I think it's funny as shit and jesus christ i love tyranny but like... ??? ya know??

Anyway yeah, didn't mean to pull back the curtain too much, all my Nemesis posting is always grounded in real shit and all the weird little developments are direct references to real things I'm working on or working with, but it keeps just becoming aggressively real. They're not even vagueposts, but they fucking retroactively seem like vagueposts because what were once project/program names/aliases suddenly get granted new meaning following developments in who I have under my command.

I haven't even began any of the physical work for the Matrix of Conquest's construction and yet I exude a fucking actual aura or something.

This doesn't even begin to get into the music shit. This doesn't even begin to get into the fucking demonology shit.

I cannot fucking believe I haven't had time to go on the massive Lucid ramble, Lucitron/Lucy comes from and is short for Lucidity first and foremost and then after a lot of fucking explanation can Lucy being somewhat accurately short for Lucifer actually mean something, which most people would never even get to because they'd hear Lucy and hear the shit I say about biblical stuff and immediately think "Aah, they got that from Lucifer" and not be ready for the wild fucking rabbit hole hiding just beneath the surface, made especially funny because I've been meeting several Lucys who were given that name to mean Lucifer, whereas mine was granted to me by myself almost by accident and got interpreted by most others in the rightish direction from the wrong starting point because it didn't mean Lucifer inherently. Crazy fucking shit. Simultaneously, I've unironically been seen as like... a fucking guiding figure by random Christians I've been meeting?? I think that literally makes me an anti-christ??? Granted its very complicated once you start getting into the weeds of what a christ and anti-christ really are, of course, but like... I even have a fucking Satan to carry out my bidding, ironically similar to the Shockwave situation considering the "Shockwave is worse than the devil" thing... So the Lucifer connections certainly isn't misguided, it just bears slight unintentional (and now some intentional, hehe) deceptions here and there.

I wish I had the time to explain all this shit, there is so much more, both for the Lucid ramble that goes into the namesake and for the mass of thoughts I have about that "God" "damned" angel, and also just for all the other general shit that's been going on in my life. I haven't even had time to be taking daily notes because I've been away from my set-up and only recently got the part of spacebridge to handle that operational.

Christ, I haven't even been able to post about the trench warfare in the editor wars, including the shockingly real threat of trench foot that it took to get there in the first place, only to be BETRAYED by mentor swapping sides on me! (Which I did briefly touch on in some tags somewhere probably maybe) Ough. So many stories hehe!! But those all will have to wait for now, I still have work I must return to, including figuring out how to find time to do more golden disk postings which have swiftly become my favorite method of documentation.

[satanicchristiancult]

Whoever threw that paper, your mom’s a hoe

-Mori

[mr-ladystardust]

I haven't the foggiest idea what I want to do with my life and that's soooo funny