#so many story ideas bouncing around in my noggin

[sleepyc63]

candycane posting (my brain is rotting)

[emeraldhazeart]

📓 Your turn! 💜

Thank you for asking 💚

Put "📓" or some other version of a book emoji into my inbox and I'll explain the plot of a fanfiction that I haven't written but daydream about.

OK, so I've got quite a few ideas bouncing around inside my brain, but I've already got too many WIPs right now to start a new one.

That said, one of the ideas that has been rattling around inside my noggin for years now is a take on Underfell after the monsters reach the Surface.

Under the cut because I wrote more than I expected 😅

The monsters are free from the Underground, at last. But things immediately go wrong.

Just like the monsters, the humans in Underfell are a lot less trusting and a lot more aggressive. So, the moment a whole population of monsters emerges from Mt Ebott, the humans turn on them.

Frisk is "rescued" from the Evil Monsters™️ and taken away to a de-programming facility where the humans try to free them from the monsters' "brainwashing".

Meanwhile, the monsters are rounded up, locked up in a sort of anti-immigration facility and treated harshly. They're all worried sick about Frisk and their loved ones, but they're Fells so they show it by aggression and distrust.

Eventually, without Frisk there to be the go-between, tensions boil over, a new war breaks out between monsters and humans, and the monsters break out of the facility and form a resistance movement. Their first task is to rescue Frisk.

Meanwhile, Frisk has been working on their end to get back to the monsters.

The idea for the story was very much inspired by the song Never Going Back by The Score:

I've literally only written one paragraph for this story, but here it is if you're interested:

Frisk didn't cry when they were seized. Despite everything they'd been through, they hadn't shed a tear throughout the entire Underground. In all honesty, they doubted they even could anymore. Their reservoir had been cried dry long before they met any of the monsters.

[screpdoodle]

Hey there, single person reading this! [Intro Post]

My name's Scrape! (or Screp)

Your (not so) local, trans, AUDHD menace; with far too many ideas bouncing around his noggin, but never enough time to do any of them.

My little corner of the internet here is mostly dedicated to art (drawn, written, you name it) and shouting into the void hoping someone will shout back. I make a plethora of content, from fanart of my countless fixations, the occasional written work, to my own little guys that take up way too much space in my brain; so if any of that sounds like something you’d be interested in seeing, feel free to stick around!

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// Fandoms (+ kins) //

(fandoms listed in italics are ‘dormant’, meaning that while I may engage with content from those fandoms, I probably won’t be making any myself, at least not very often. The starred fandom is the one I'm most fixated on at the moment)

Skylanders - Kaos

✨ Super Mario Bros - Bowser Jr. (and Fawful)

Homestuck - Gamzee (and Mituna)

Hellaverse

Marvel - Loki

Genshin Impact - Scaramouche/Wanderer

Pokemon

Minecraft

…and more, but those are the main-ish ones

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//Tags//

#Screp’s Doodles - The tag for artwork I’ve done

#Screp’s Drabbles - The tag for writing I’ve done, oneshots and longer fiction alike (I know drabble means short fiction, I just like that it lines up with the other tag-)

#Screp’s Rambles - The tag for my random posts, rambles, and shouts into the void

#Screp’s Reblogs - Pretty self explanatory, the tag for reblogs

#Twelve Realms - The tag for my original universe (aka non-fandom related OC content)

#Second Leaf - The tag for a Skylanders AU I made with my friend K (@klownsupreme) a long ass time ago

#Skylands Historia - The tag (subtag?) for all prequel/origin story stuff related to Second Leaf

#Colors of Chaos - The unofficial tag for content related to Maple and my's Mario AU thing (I say unofficial cause it's just a random ass name I came up with and haven't actually checked with her yet, so this tag might change XD)

#Primordials - The tag for my Minecraft AU (can you have an AU for minecraft? It doesn’t really have a set story, so I dunno-)

[tears0fsatan]

Could you also do an angst/comfort oneshot with "Please don't scare me like that again. I can take alot of things, but not loosing you." And "Just get the fuck over here and let me hold you." For bottom Mammon? I modified the last quote hope you don't mind!

✦ ⊹ ˚˖ warnings... gn!reader [no pronouns used], relationship isn't specified, maybe a lil ooc [esp. towards the end but oh well], would u consider a summoning to be kidnapping, kinda sappy lololol

 :¨·.·¨ ♥︎  a.n... MY DARLINGS, MY SWEETS, MY ANGELS, REJOICE FOR I HAVE RETURNED momentarily!!!!! thank u for bein patient with me i'll do my best to sprinkle in a post here n there heh anw!! ofc i don't mind love! thank u for sending in so many submissions omg i feel so loved ;'D

the sound of your laughter could be heard bouncing off the walls of devildom's plaza, followed by the sound of the avatar of greed's yelling. you wiped away the tears that pricked the corners of your eyes, taking in shaky deep breaths in an attempt to calm yourself.

"it's not funny! i don' get why yer laughin so hard, i'm tellin ya, i nearly died!" despite his words, there was a large smile on mammon's face. he looked at you with an empty glare, but all it did was send you into another fit of laughter.

"i'm sorry, i'm sorry, it's just," you couldn't stop the giggles that bubbled out of you, "it's so funny how you thought it was a good idea to scam a high priestess."

"it wasn't funny! them witches embedded all sorta magic in their weapons after that! it was so bad that i couldn't show my face in the human world for a century! plus it wasn't a scam, it was a one-sided beneficial agreement!" mammon defended himself, though he too couldn't help but let a few chuckles slip at the absurdity of the story.

he crossed his arms in front of his chest while grumbling simultaneously, "ain't my fault the dumb bastard didn't realise." you sighed at his comment, though the ends of your lips curled up in amusement.

"good thing they didn't get you or else we wouldn't be here right now." you joked, pulling him closer to you so you could rub his head. the demon yelped and tried to escape your grasp while muttering 'hands off my noggin' under his breath, though it was obvious he enjoyed the action as he put no strength behind his attempt.

everything was going well, so well that the two of you didn't notice the magic circle that appeared below mammon's feet and the sparks that began to cover his legs. there was no noise to indicate what was happening, and the two of you didn't realise until the demon just... vanished out of thin air.

you blinked in surprise at the quick flash of light followed by mammon's sudden disappearance. your hand that had been wrapped around his shoulder limply fell down to your side. your eyebrows furrowed in utter confusion and your feet were stuck in place.

"ma-mammon?" you hesitantly called out, your eyes roamed the plaza to try and spot him. the thought of it being a joke slowly started to dissipate the longer he was gone, and a heavy weight began nestling itself within your chest.

"mammon?!" your voice holds more urgency this time, your head frantically looks around in hopes you'd spot his discernible white hair in the crowd.

you don't.

you ran around the plaza, turning over every rock you saw but no matter where you looked, he just wasn't there. the sound of your heart beating wildly rang in your ears and your vision gradually blurred to the point you could hardly make out anything through the tears, yet you still couldn't tear your mind away from the missing avatar of greed.

you tried calming yourself, taking in deep breaths in hopes it would, at the very least, help you think rationally. you shakily unlocked your DDD to try and contact him, only to no avail. it doesn't help your growing anxiety in the slightest, but it does give you time to organise your thoughts.

your thumb shakily hovered over lucifer's contact, unsure of whether to inform the oldest demon lord of what's occurred. you try to recall if any of the brothers have mentioned something like this happening, and your mind can't help but wander to the conversation you two were having before mammon poofed out of thin air.

the only reasonable explanation you could think was is a summoning, given as there was no prior warning to his abrupt disappearance. your thoughts begin to divulge into a different sort of worry with your new found knowledge, mind scrambling at the things they could be doing to him while you were stuck frozen in place.

the knowledge that you are essentially powerless in this situation leaves a bitter taste in your mouth. with a heavy mind, you make your way back to the house of lamentation.

the walk back home and the moments leading up to you burying yourself in his bed were a blur, you hadn't realised just how much time had passed by as none of the brothers came to bother you. on top of that, your DDD had been silent too, there was no sign that mammon had even received your messages.

the occasional sniffle from the lump underneath the pile of blankets was the only indication of life in mammon's cold and dark room. you weren't sure how much time had passed since the incident, not that you wanted to know anyways.

a sudden creak from the doorway has jerked you out of your reverie, your head whips toward the direction of the noise and the tears well up before you can control yourself.

the light from the hallway illuminates mammon's silhouette and you can barely make out his disheveled appearance. a sob wrecks out of your throat and you scramble off his bed. some pillows and a portion of his duvet is on the ground but you don't notice, attention solely focused on the figure leaning on the door frame.

your movements were clumsy and your limbs felt heavy after not moving for ages, but you found yourself standing in front of him soon enough.

mammon avoided your gaze, his eyes, which you noted were unusually nervous, darted around the room. he had a complicated look on his face, as if he was feeling a myriad of emotions and couldn't control them.

a shaky breath made its way past your lips as you took in the sight of him. the demon flinched at your reaction, eyes quickly glancing at you before looking around the room.

the silence constricted around your throat, which made it hard to swallow. your mouth felt dry and your thoughts were jumbled, making it difficult for you to find the right thing to say.

it was clear that mammon felt the same, so you chose to blurt out the next thing that came to mind.

"fuck- just, please- just get the fuck over here and let me hold you." you somehow managed to croak out, your throat felt as if it was closing up but you paid it no mind. the demon flinched at the roughness of your voice but slowly trudged toward you. his eyes are cast downwards, focused solely on the ground and his feather light steps.

his steps started out slow and hesitant, before he rushed into your open arms. he buried his face into the crook of your neck and your hands tightly interlocked behind his back.

you could hear him take a deep breath and his hands gripped the back of your clothes tighter than before. the tears dripped down your face before you could make a move to stop it, though by the way mammon's fists clenched around the material of your top, you assumed that he wasn't as bothered by it as you had imagined.

"please, don't- don't scare me like that again. i can take a lot of things, but not losing you." your voice wavered, displaying your desperation to mammon without him having to see your face. the demon's eyes welled up at the sincerity behind your words and he couldn't stop the tears that trickled down his cheeks.

"i know you're a powerful demon lord 'nd what not, sniffle, but i'm still gonna worry about you." you subconsciously tried to pull him impossibly closer, to which the demon didn't bother to try and fight against, he needed this as much as you did.

a muffled "'m sorry." could be heard from where mammon had his face buried in the crook of your neck, with his forehead resting against your shoulder. the material of your top grew increasingly damp, but you weren't in any place to call him out for it.

you squeezed the demon in your arms ever so slightly, "it wasn't your fault." your tone was sharp and curt, despite your shaky voice from earlier, leaving no room for mammon to refute your words.

the two of you stood at the empty doorway for a moment, simply taking the time to bask in one another's much needed presence. with him in your arms, you felt the knots in your mind slowly untangled themselves and left you feeling relieved.

of course, you still had a lot to discuss with the avatar of greed but that could wait until he was ready. although his appearance was considerably shabbier compared to how well kept he usually looked, he wasn't injured. even while holding him, you had taken the initiative to inspect now that you were closer to him.

"why don't we go lay down? i'm sure you're tired, darling." you softly muttered, not wanting to disturb the peace. you could feel his head moving up and down against your shoulder, though he made no move to lift his head.

your hands tenderly cupped his cheeks, pulling his face away from where he had hid himself. your thumbs wiped the tears that continued to run down his cheeks and all you could offer him was a small, bitter smile.

"we can deal with it tomorrow. for now, i really just want to keep you in my arms." mammon let out a watery chuckle, his sorrowful expression from earlier was nowhere to be found.

© 2022 TEARS0FSATAN. please don’t repost, modify or translate my works anywhere!

[ponds-of-ink]

Some Miscellaneous FNAF + Don Bluth “Project” Headcanons (Part 1?)

Because this idea has been bouncing around in my noggin, here’s my attempt at thinking like a writer in the 90’s. Keep in mind, this is just me spitballing the ideas that have been swirling in my noggin for days now.

*If Don Bluth is anything to go by, fantastical stuff is a must. Sure, Sci-Fi’s a genre that’s been done in that style. But, if some of the lineup’s anything to go by, then it might lean more into the ‘90s Fantasy genre.

*So, I’m thinking like Narnia but with teleport machines that William and Henry built. Like, you slip into some hidden corner of on of their houses and it’s there. This… mirror-looking portal.

*Henry originally made this with the intention to play out potential Fredbear and Friends scenarios like a Star Trek-like Holo-Deck. But, unfortunately, William requested one for Evan so the little guy could get used to the animatronics indirectly. Evan and Charlie both got lost and um… Yeah, they’re stuck.

*Speaking of those kids, Evan went in first but got captured. Charlie was sent by William to get Evan back, but she became this project’s version of The Puppet. Needless to say, Henry wasn’t happy and William (understandably here) panicked. This was not part of the plan.

*Btw, the Nightmares weren’t originally in the system, but William might’ve accidentally “created” them while setting the machine up. Nightmare Bear probably is both the leader of that group and maaaaybe the over-arching Big Bad. Maybe.

*Anyway, let’s switch to somebody you might actually be curious about: Michael. Well… How he appears in this thing differs from story to story. At first, he’s the fox-masked teen we know and loathe/love. Next, after returning to the real world for a bit, he’s practically an adult. And then, after a tangle with Circus Baby/Elizabeth and her crew, he actually becomes Rockstar Foxy but with a stitched-up gash down his stomach. Idk why exactly on that last one at the moment, but I think it’s because his “avatar” of sorts had to be reconstructed.

*(Oh, yeah. I probably should’ve brought this up sooner. There’s time skips between each hypothetical… episode? Made-for-TV movie specials?… Whatever you wanna chalk this up to. Now, granted, it’s just time skips in the Holo-World and not in Real Life. Be weird to explain thirty-year irl time skips here.)

*Point is: Michael is our Main Man for, at least three of these after the FNAF 4 “pitch pilot”. Though I mentioned Nightmare as the overarching Big Bad, he’ll just be biding his time while the other Main Villains take the spotlight. He can wait for his grand finale.

*So, who are the villains we do see? Welp, we first have William as Spring-Bonnie. TL;DR on his deal is that he sent five random kids through the machine to test the waters, got trapped there himself as his own character, and kinda went stir-crazy after those kids locked him up somewhere. The only thing keeping him from not losing his marbles are his constant song and dance rehearsals… Which, in turn, render him completely unable to talk for the FNAF 3 section.

*Circus Baby/Elizabeth (and her gang). William, during the test run days, accidentally left the machine on one day. Liz stumbled across it while in the newfound Circus Baby’s mode, peeked in, then got scooped into it. She suffered the same fate as the five kids and quickly transformed into Circus Baby herself. Long story short, she’s been running a circus in Nightmare’s own backyard for quite a bit now. You can call her the ringleader of it, since she pretty much is.

*The overall main goals are (1) Freeing the Missing Kids/Afton and Emily Families, (2) Defeating Nightmare, and (3) Making Amends. [Maybe not in that order, but okay.]

*Oh, and the Shadow Animatronics? Henchmen for the Nightmares during this saga. Shadow Bonnie is a Dr. Frankenstein type while Shadow Freddy is a Spy for King Nightmare himself… Well, maybe on Shadow Freddy.

That’s all I’ve got so far. Sorry if this is a little stream-of-conscious-ish and rambling. I have so many ideas and too little brain cells to spill them all out in an orderly manner.

[katoninetailswrites]

maybe some director's commentary for the wizard's nephew?

I was going to beg you to be a bit more specific, because the amount of commentary I am capable of giving for TWN might just be longer than the entirety of the fic. Both written and the unwritten. And there’s a LOT of both! When I say I’ve been bouncing this story around my noggin for 9 years now, I am very much not exaggerating. If you give me a blank slate, you are going to get a whole bible back.

Here’s three parts, to keep me in line: The Concept, The Original, and The Actual Story

1. The Concept: The Wizards Nephew, before it was called that, was planned around the theory that Harry, Snape and Voldemort were the reincarnation of three brothers that was floating around certain circles around... A decade ago. Jesus I’m old. Anyway, this is no longer the theory going on in the story, obviously, or I wouldn’t be telling it, but that’s how it started. I noticed that they were actually old enough to be Harry’s father and grandfather, and Dumbledore a great-grandfather, and that they all had miserable childhoods. So I though: who breaks the generational curse? Harry? What if it was broken sooner? What if Snape put aside his bitterness for just long enough to set out on a different course?

And that’s how TWN started. I was barely a teenager at the time, and hardly capable of writing what I was daydreaming about, so the story took around 8 years to develop into what I’ve started writing, once I’ve felt I had progressed enough as a writer. Currently, the outline is longer than all the HP fics I’ve written on AO3 combined, and a mess. Seriously, I am still writing out plotholes. One of the reasons it’s taking so damn long.

2.The Original: Originally, beyond the ‘Snape adopts Harry’ bit, the plot was going to be vastly different. I was a depressed teenager, and my writing reflected that. There may or may not be a whole abandoned account on FF with a lot of badly written angst out there. For example, Alyssa was written to replace a half-blood orphan boy named Richard (because of the 'every Tom, Dick and Harry' joke), who was mostly in there to make everyone suffer. As I shifted away from writing penny-dreadful tragedies, I considered dropping it entirely, but I still liked a lot of the story and the characters I created. I wrote down the parts I liked and shuffled them around canon until I thought I was onto something, then built around that. And the mortar holding this whole mess together is a thousand other people who have passed through Tumblr in its golden age and left an incredible amount of ideas that I ended up incorporating.

To give you an illustration of just how many iterations this story has gone through: Dick had to be removed, that was clear, but I still needed someone to fill his role. Preferably without the emotional baggage he carried. And a muggle, for the later plot lines. Alyssa, originally called Alexia (meaning peace lily, because symbolism), was only supposed to appear as an adult, way down the line when she was introduced as Dudley’s wife, and while she had an important bit to play she was a relatively minor character. Pretty different from what she ended up as, huh?

3. The Actual Story: Somewhere in between overhauling the plot and dealing with depression, I discovered Discworld by Terry Pratchett. Now, I could never hope to be as good as Sir Terry Pratchett, but a lot of the profound lessons he wrote into his comedies punched me in the gut so hard I can still quote them verbatim. So I thought, ‘you made this because you wanted to make things better. Now you know what ‘better’ looks like. Might as well try that’. Again, I sure as hell am not Terry Pratchett, but I can still do my best with what I learned.

So now TWN features Severus trying to rebuild his life after tearing it all to the ground, repaying his debts, letting go of guilt and learning what it’s like to be happy and healthy. And also what it takes to defend it.

Anyway, TWN is actually going to be two-part. The first part, which we are around the middle of, is the Severus’ POV. The next one is going to be someone else, but still deal with similar lessons. The way I’m going, I’m probably going to be lucky if I manage to finish it before I get grey hairs. Wish me luck!

If you want more directors commentary, feel free to ask! If you are willing to risk the info dump.

[m0r1bund]

recommended reading: 'Who can tell your stories?'

Something that's been at the forefront of my mind recently is the matter of inspiration. Specifically-- seeking inspiration, stories, and aesthetics from other cultures, and the matter of appreciation vs. appropriation.

I've been thinking in particular about the relational nature of stories, one's responsibilities to them as a storyteller, and when one should and shouldn't tell a story. I think this is something folks flinch at-- the idea that there are times when you shouldn't realize the darling story (or illustration, or design, or piece of music, etc) bouncing around in your noggin.

I am not a stranger to this feeling, either. It's no secret my work is founded heavily in the Southwest and the people who live here. I make art about the desert because I want people to care for it and fight for it. To be terribly honest, I want to scream out sometimes... This isn't just an “aesthetic” to me, another source of inspiration to be extracted for creative gain or to profit off of. I live here, and so do many of the people closest to me.

But there are a lot of stories I haven't told because I realized, while writing them, they simply weren't mine to tell. (You might have been reading one-- I promise I'm chipping away at the Ghost River revisions, slowly but surely.)

I think this is important for every creative to interrogate... Hey, what is that impulse to go to the stories / art / cultural property of other people for “inspiration”? What is the relationship here? Is it one of collaboration? Mutual growth? Promotion? Give and take? Or one of extraction and profiteering? (Understand my meaning-- profit need not be monetary to create harm.) There is a long history in the western arts and sciences of misuse and abuse of the works of indigenous peoples and other marginalized groups, linked intimately with physical harms.

Anyway. The actual point of this rambling thought is that there's a wonderful post on the American Indians in Children's Literature blog titled “An oft-posed question: "Who can tell your stories?"” that I find myself coming back to lately. I really, really think everyone should read it! So, here is me sharing it and urging you to do that. It's short and sweet and well worth your time, I promise.

[darkkitsuneprincess]

A THANK YOU and an Update...

So first, WOW. This blog is closing in on 100 followers [something I totally did not expect AT ALL]. Thank you all for being so amazingly awesome!

There are definitely new fics cooking. I’m about half-way through the Shingen Kitchen Smut™ piece, and that massive Mitsuhide opus (TITLE: The Serpent’s Bride) I mentioned earlier is fully outlined and will be TWENTY FREAKING CHAPTERS when it’s all said and done. It has, like, a real plot and everything! I’m on Chapter 15 now. It won’t be long, kids. There’s also some really cracky Masamune stuff bouncing around in my head that I’ve started and erased four times because it just suuuuuuucks. It’s really not as funny on paper as it is in my noggin, so I’m working on that too.

So the REASON all of this is coming so slowly is because (1) I’m one of those newly-working-from-home-and-surviving-homeschool-hell moms, (2) I’m having serious issues with my anxiety and depression while coming to terms with the world being on fire, and (3) I currently have five novels in two different series under contract and my publisher is ready to come to my house and set me on fire (from a safe distance, of course. Flamethrowers are absolutely an option...)  because I’m so-freaking-far outside my deadlines. Yes, fanfic is a total distraction from marketable work, but you guys really have no idea how much getting back into it has helped clear the pipes. The words are flowing so much better in every aspect of my writing life.

A big part of that is due entirely to y’all. Seriously. The comments from all of you on my silly little stories have made all the difference in my twisted up world. There’s definite imposter syndrome going on in this brain and to know how many people appreciate what i’m doing--to know that I’ve brought joy to even one person during this time--means so, so, so much to me.

So again, thank you all. You’re amazing and I feel so lucky to have you in my life.

[sodalite-fulll]

Okay I really liked your answer for the last ask so here I go again: what's an oc idea you scrapped, if there's any, why did you and how would you redo it?

Oh geez, an oc I scrapped huh? Um… That’s gonna be hard to start lol.

It’s more ideas that I’ve scrapped, really. I have a lot of cool concepts but they don’t go anywhere so I shelve them until I know what to do with them. Some ideas include

-an apocalyptic wasteland where everyone is named after a specific attribute (a gunslinger named Pistolwhip, a thief named Pickpocket, a marital artist named Kickflip) and everyone is looking for a fabled land untouched by radiation

-a high school romance between a goody two shoes and a sweet punk, who is also accompanied by his punk band friends. Oh and a killer alien crash-lands in the woods outside the stoner friends house. Ya know, typical high school stuff. (I might rework the alien from this story, it’s design was fucking awesome)

-A fantasy world in which an unwitting alchemist’s apprentice becomes the assistant (and eventual apprentice) of the most feared wizard in the land, who happens to be a huge goofus who has a crush on the lady who sells him overpriced potions

-a private I in a small town discovers that the local priest is a serial killer but no one believes him because he was wrong exactly one time. Also the priest is in love with him and won’t ever kill him, but also won’t leave him alone… (this one isn’t shelved, it just doesn’t have a plot other than what I described. I do draw the characters every once and a while, I just don’t post em’)

And many, many others. I’d be willing to flesh them out more at some point, but for now they just bounce around in my noggin

[twoheadedcas]

hi :) i loooove ur writing sm so i wanted to ask: do u have any tips/advice for ppl who r just starting to write fanfics n stuff? like personally for me getting that wordcount up is a struggle™ even when i have. many ideas in the noggin :,) so yeah !! hope u have a good day ur one of my favourite spn authors 💞💗💞💗💞💗💞💗💗

WAH ok first of all thank u sm this ask made my day <3 i agree abt wordcount sometimes i swear i’ve written like 2k and i check the doc and there’s like. 3 sentences lmao.. idk if any of this advice is actually GOOD but um. here are some writing things that are helpful/important to me: 

- don’t worry abt whether ur ideas are linear or not! literally every single one of my fics were written with the scenes out of order; sometimes i’ll have everything done except for a big middle chunk, or i’ll figure out most of the story except how i want it to start, and i just save those parts for later lol! just write whatever is coming to u rn and work on the empty spaces when u feel inspired

- don’t be afraid to write a shit ton of dialogue and then fill in the sensory/descriptive details of the conversation later. sometimes god speaks and u just have to write the words down and come up with the meat of the scene later 

- if u have a lot of ideas it’s okay to work on multiple fics at once!! when i first started writing i very much shied away from having more than two projects going on at a time but rn i literally have 8 tabs of different docs open on my laptop. it’s okay to bounce around between stories and sometimes i think it actually helps me to take a break from one fic, work on one with way different vibes, then come back to the fic w fresher eyes 

- this sounds rly basic but pay attention to ur character’s voices and also be mindful of the narrator’s voice! dialogue is obviously indicative of character but descriptions and imagery are important too; i’ve definitely found myself writing lines w references or metaphors that didn’t actually the fit the character’s pov and had to change them, or written dialogue where i reread later and realize that it doesn’t rly sound like the character who is supposed to be saying it

sorry that was probably way more than u wanted lol but yeah! again thank u for the ask and for reading my fics it means the world to me <3 also. if u want to talk more or anything literally just message me i would love to talk to u!!! i’m always down to make new spnblr friends :D 

[magic5ball]

Nature Trail to Hell Arc IV: Megamart of Darkness (2)

Chapter 2: They Paved Paradise…

           Honestly, I didn’t know what I expected paradise to be. Back in those days, the word made me think of one of two things: sitting under a blanket all day with my video games or those scented candles Mom always got for the bathroom.

A dinky little stock pond filled so high with trout their fins were breaking the surface was the last thing I would have thought of.

           Dinky or not, though, if I just sat there it was going to be my grave, and I acted accordingly: by kicking and screaming until I got what I wanted. Like the puppy dog eyes, I figured that if they worked on my parents, they’d work on these waddly little buggers. But natural selection must have been kind to those bird brains, because they did not relent in the slightest! It was like all the sympathy had been bred out of them over generations, and the rest was squashed by some rigorous training program. Heck, they seemed to work even faster after hearing me pout.

           There was a sudden feeling of lightness as they launched my climber into the air, followed by a splash as it slapped smack dab in the middle of the pond, my body still facing skyward. The sun was shining brightly that day; right in my eyes like it was taunting me.

           Then I began to sink. It was slow at first, like quicksand (I figure it was because of all the trout buoying me) but before long the sun was blotted out by a fifteen mile cloud of shimmering fish scales. By the time I’d sunk ten feet, it might as well have been night. My screaming got real bad after that, seeing how I couldn’t die and was probably going to spend the rest of eternity with my lungs caved in. And honest, I had no idea exactly how this equaled redemption. All I could do was let my last few bubbles of oxygen bounce right out of my mouth to the surface.

“Be calm, child.”

I didn’t know whose voice I heard, but it was like a loud, low gong going off in my noggin. Would have asked who was making it, if the source wasn’t already ten steps ahead.

“I’m simply here to help, and for any duress you may have experienced, I apologize. My followers can be quite… zealous, shall we say. Live action roleplaying is not a sport for those soft of spirit.”

Just like that, the trout started fleeing to the edge of the pond, letting enough sun in for me to see the bottom. I instantly wished they hadn’t. Because right in the direction I was heading came a dark walking tsunami of a beast with eyes like embers and teeth like steak knives.

I shut my eyes as the water started rushing around me.

                                                            .   .   .

When I finally got the courage to unseal my peepers, I realized it had all been a dream. Or had it? I was still at the stock pond, only I was on the grass next to it. Most importantly, I was free! Releif didn’t last long, though. Right next to me I could see the cat climber, ripped to shreds.

“Are you awake?”

The Voice!

I turned my head back and forth, trying to see where the voice had come from. It was night out, the only light coming from a rickety old streetlamp hanging over the pond. I would have wondered about the design choices that made the owners of Paradise decide to put a lamp there of all places, but frankly, I was more startled by the voice. There was something ancient, primal about it. Not in the pretentious way the Elves spoke, but something like rumbling thunder. Or an earthquake.

“Pardon me, but I asked, are you awake?”

Whoever was talking to me, they spoke in the dinosaur tongue. And not the street slang version I’d spoken in Hell. The real stuff.  Think listening to someone talk in an Italian accent, then hearing a real Italian. Like that.

So there I was, sitting in a little island of light, surrounded by darkness, listening to a faceless voice with only a few moths for company. It was a scene straight out of those stranger danger videos they made us watch back in 1st grade, right before little Georgie got dragged into the sewers by some faceless evil for believing a sewer might have delicious lollipops. Of course, besides the creeping dread of never finding out what exactly did happen to little Georgie, I couldn’t remember a single piece of advice from that stupid film, other than run, which clearly wasn’t an option given how dark it was.

Instead, I curled up like a snail on the grass. It was my only defense.

“I do not wish to harm you, Watterson Tostig. I only want to talk.”

A pair of eyes glowed like fire in the darkness, followed by the sound of wet feet on grass, coming closer, closer…

I screamed. It honked back.

Then there was… gasping? Wheezing?

“Sweet Osiris, child, you nearly gave me a heart attack!”

           Barely heard it, though, as it was still dark and I was still scared and I was hollering my head off. Kept at it, too, for a good ten seconds before I was aware I was still alive, so whoever was talking to me must have some sense of mercy. All slow-like, with that creeping sense of dread you get at a good horror film, I opened my eyes.

           A goose. The thing I’d been scared of this whole time was a freakin’ GOOSE! Or at least the basic shape of one. Instead of the brown body and white belly of the other geese, this guy had a grey body with a black and white streak on the wing. Neck was different, too. Grey, not black, with a pink bill and a reddish brown mask over the eyes. Oh, and their tongue was covered in spikes.  

The sight of that made me scream again.

The bird sighed, calming my nerves a tad. I breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that if he wanted to eat me, he’d have done so by now.

“Indeed, child. But I am no mere waterfowl: please, call me Bokrug.”

“Well, uh, thanks for saving me, Bokrug.” Most of my fear evaporated, replaced with relief I wasn’t going to be eaten alive.

“Many thanks to you as well, child, for most who have gazed upon my wretched form abscond into the night. Yet you have stayed. Would you, by chance, like to talk?”

Now imagine you’re a kid who had a goose walk up to him in the middle of the night, claiming to have saved your life. What would you do?

Long story short, I was there with Bokrug until sunrise.

We talked about… well I don’t remember this part too clear. Keep in mind I was still a ten year old who, at the time, was half asleep from exhaustion. Just that Bokrug had a lot of questions about how the world has changed in the last sixty years (apparently Elves gave him more ‘sacrifices’ than he’d ever need, but not one of the pretentious buggers could be bothered to pitch him a newspaper every once in a while).

“Once more, I would like to apologize for the behaviors of my… followers.” He sigh-honked the last part. “They have this odd habit of always sacrificing enemies to me, despite me being a pescitarian.”

“Pesci- What?”

“I eat fish.”

“Oh.”

“Watterson, I am truly grateful for your company, but before you continue on your journey back to the wretched Camp Sham (which I am sure is a long and arduous quest) there is a favor I would like to ask of you. You see, I cannot leave this pond, as I am a spirit bound to my bones. Bones residing at the bottom of this very stock pond.”

I imagined how pruned Bokrug’s feathers must have been after sixty years trapped in that dinky little fishing hole. It was not a pretty sight.

“But it was not always this way. Once, we Wood Elves lived in Paradise, usurped by a most befouled evil. My brethren shall explain in greater detail. Their skills of exposition far exceed my own. And there will be apologies, of course.”

Sure enough, I could see the little punks with their shopping carts hiding in the woods, beaks opened in shock as I made small talk with their God.

“Hey Bokrug?”

“Yes?”

“You’re not from here, are you? ‘Cause I’ve seen a lot of geese, but one with a little bandit mask over their eyes.”

“That, my child, is a story that began long ago, in a mystical land called Africa-“

“On second thought, nevermind. If it’s’ anything like the Africa stories Mom tells me, it’ll just make me feel bad about not finishing my broccoli.”

Bokrug let out a disgruntled snort as his white-cheeked worshippers waddled out from their hiding spots in the trees.

[itsworn]

The “Fuel Coupe” is back for more action at Drag Week 2017

FUEL and Far Between

Drag Week’s One and Only Nitro Burner is Back for More

At Byron Dragway’s Melt Down Drags, Brian Kohlmann’s trailer/hot rod laboratory seems to be a pretty popular destination. Passersby are immediately drawn in by his ’31 Chrysler coupe’s brilliant green paint, radical stance, and chromed out, blown Hemi riding between the rails up front. When the sunlight hits the Chrysler’s panels just right, this uber hot rod’s Tractor Beam engages, and pulls unwitting onlookers in for a closer look.

Brian Kohlmann’s over-the-top Fuel Coupe is a trailblazing stunner, able to guzzle both gas and nitro, and custom built for the sole purpose of tearing up Hot Rod’s Drag Week.

There is shock, awe, gasps of delight, and comments such as “stunning” from the dropped jaws of the newly obsessed observers. No doubt Brian went for that extreme Fuel Altered mid ‘60s look that so many of us just ogle over, but the amazing thing is that these typical spectators only know the half of it. They see the “sedate” part of this two-headed Hemi monster. It’s what lies below the surface that Brian’s real genius has taken over and cunningly created a Jekkyl/Hyde mannered marvel of engineering for the ages.

Yes my friends, underneath its gassed-up outer street car persona lies much more than you would expect. Sure the mighty supercharged 392 Hemi is the king of drag strip mills, and this particular one’s got that potent elephant sized punch up front. That would be enough for some guys, but we found out it’s not enough chemistry for a mad-scientist in training like Brian.

Brian had a few prerequisites for this build. First off, it had to be a Mopar. Secondly, it had to be an early ‘30s coupe body. Last but not least, it had to have a blown Hemi. The addition of the nitro was just the natural progression as things evolved with this particular hot rod.

Style Points- This rare ’31 Chrysler started as a complete car, but that didn’t stop Brian from turning it into a street terrorizing hot rod. Along with its numerous race add-ons, the top was chopped 2.5 inches to get that old school look he was after. Check out the fully louvered rear deck as well.

Roadkilled

A few years back, Brian built up this neat ’31 into a top performing street/strip car. Fabricated on its original frame and basted in a hot orange hue, the Hemi powered ride showed up at several top races, including 2015’s Roadkill Nights. After realizing that the potent hot rod needed some updating on several fronts, Brian took the time to reflect on the weak points of his ride while recovering from a pretty good blow to the noggin. Once the fog cleared, he knew exactly how this car was going to be reborn. He and good friend Roger “Radar” Lechtenberg had talked about doing a nitro car for the street for the past two years, and there was a partial plan in place. He just needed to put it into effect.

His idea was to first structurally bring this ride up to NHRA specs. Brian got to work immediately, and along with Chassis Service out of Waukegan, Illinois, they designed a chromoly double rail tube frame that would not only look the part of a ‘60’s Fuel Altered racecar (complete with all the necessary trimmings), but was also built to meet the NHRA’s strict safety requirements. Once the completely reengineered chassis was ready, the stage was set to do what has never been done before.

Brian could have made his Fuel Coupe faster just by picking a more modern, air-piercing design to start with. No way, not for him. He wanted to recreate the wild Fuel Coupes of the ‘60s that infested his mind as a young hot-rodder. He definitely hit the mark with this striking ’31 Chrysler.

Claim to Frame – When Brian rebuilt the Chrysler, he updated the car’s complete chassis. Gone was the stock frame, and in came this chromoly structure, direct from Chassis Service in Waukegan, Illinois. Brian told them what he needed, and the shop delivered in spades. It was built to meet the NHRA’s strict Spec 25-1 requirements, which certified the Chrysler to run safely down to 6.0 e.t.s.

Fuel, Good Man!

Brian had raced at Hot Rod’s Drag Week in years prior, and wanted to bring something to the table that hadn’t been entered at the event previously. He knew if he could pull it off, the Chrysler would not only be a speedy spectacle out on the 1,320-foot warpath, but it would also give him an edge that the other racers didn’t have. And that edge he desired was the use of “fuel” out on the Drag Weeks selected dragstrips; nitromethane fuel that is.

Of course the main and most intimidating rule of Drag Week is the fact that race cars have to hit the road and make the trip between venues, racking up a thousand miles over the course of the week. This is what separates the streetable racers from the hordes of typical, trailered, “track only” cars (as seen on reality TV). That particular point is what makes this event one of the most competitive and awe inspiring weeks of the race season. So here was his dilemma; how do you build a nitro burnin’ Hemi that can hit low 1/4 e.t.s on the track, and then run several hundred miles on the open road to the next raceway?

Split Personality

Brian’s idea to make this work seemed pretty straightforward at first thought, though its simplicity was a mirage. Its intricate design and build had to be conquered by some major brainstorming; treading a path that perhaps no one in a flame retardant suit had traveled before. It was obvious to him that his Chrysler would have to be built to run gas on the street between events, while having the capacity to run nitro at the track. Brian decided a “dual-fuel” and “dual ignition” engine would be required.

There was no written text on the matter, no websites giving step-by-step instructions, and no YouTube “how to” videos showing the process of making a Hemi burn both gas and fuel with little turn around in the pits. Brian was going to have to blaze this trail himself.

Since he’d campaigned a blown nitro altered-wheelbase car prior to this undertaking, Brian had the experience under his belt of both building fuel based engines and driving them to victory on the track, but building an engine that could burn both nitro and gas, that’s a different story. Still, it’s a tale that Brian had the wherewithal to write. He just needed to sharpen his pencil and do his homework. He once again called on good friend and nitro expert Roger to help out. It was good to have another madman to bounce his crazy, unproven ideas off of.

Nitrosity

Nitromethane, or CH3NO2 to you chemistry buffs, is an interesting fuel to say the least. Just the whisper of its name implies danger and instability, and it has a long history of causing both havoc and destruction on an almost biblical scale. You have to be prepared for not only its best moments, but also its worst. Technically speaking it’s a liquid that is very stable on its own, but heat it or compress it and things can get pretty hairy.

Mad Scientist – Brian Kohlmann uses a hydrometer to check the mixture of Nitro and alcohol in the Moon tank. This instrument measures the specific gravity of the fuel blend. That number is then checked on a chart to get an exact Nitro percentage in the mixture. This is vital because if your mix is off, no doubt possible major engine damage will occur.

With Drag Week 2016 a less than a year away, Brian forged ahead with his dual-fuel –plan, started with his original block, and added some interesting pieces. First he took an off-the-shelf, four-port, upright Hillborn EFI casting and modified it to run EFI for gas and mechanical injection for the nitro. The cam is set for optimal nitro performance, though the minimal compromise here is still suitable for the gas/street set up. Two unique ignition systems are used. The electronic distributor for gasoline/street use is in the original location at the rear of the Hemi, wired into an F.A.S.T XFi-2 control box. The magneto that provides the spark for the nitro sits on a dual drive system up front, which can be disengaged rather quickly when not in use.

The dual drive is a pretty neat device that is run directly off the cam. It also runs the fuel pump for the nitro, which gravity feeds to the pump via the Moon tank up front. The gas tank is in the trunk, along with the radiator and fan set up for cooling this beast. Relocating the cooling system cleaned up the front end and added to the look of a true 60’s Fuel Altered vehicle. An air shifted three-speed Lenco with a Bruno converter drive transfers the power to a Dana 60 rear packed with 3.73 gears. A torsion bar front suspension, built in the style of mid-60’s Fuel Altered and funny cars, adds to the period perfect look. Vintage polished ultra-rare American Racing magnesium wheels are straight out of the 60’s and capture the look to a tee.

Jumbo Sized – This particular Hemi has been powering the Chrysler since the owner first hot-rodded the stock coupe and made it into a ¼-mile terror. It’s actually a 354 block punched and stroked to 392ci. It now has two separate fuel/ignition systems, so it can run gas and Nitro with little turnover in the pits.

Rail Job – The dual fuel system is made possible by the modification of this stock four-port Hillborn casting.

Dual-Drive – One of the most interesting aspects of Brian’s Hemi is this unique dual drive system up front. It’s run directly off the cam and powers the Nitro part of this engines set up. This piece powers both a magneto for spark and an Enderle fuel pump to feed Nitro from the Moon tank. Brian also built it so it can be disengaged when not in use, to avoid unnecessary wear when the Chrysler runs on gas.

Highway Star

Brian finished assembly, and immediately rushed his way to Drag Week 2016. After months of work, the Chrysler performed to his early expectations, figuring in the fact that there was zero time to test. The first time the Chrysler was under its own power was the day it was loaded up on the trailer for the event’s first stop in Columbus. By the end of the week, the combination came together and worked as he had planned, and Brian got it down the track like a nitro Hemi ride was intended to do.

“It was a huge milestone just to have the car drivable in a year”, states Brian. “Overall it was a huge success. There were several unproven ideas that we needed to see if they even worked. Switching from gas to Nitro and back, or even not knowing if the radiator in the trunk would keep the car cool,” he continued. It all worked, it just needed some refining after a baseline was established.

Since the end of Drag Week 2016 the hot rod has had some upgrades. Brian’s positive all the wrongs have been righted, and the Fuel Coupe is ready to take on the field at Drag Week 2017. After some more testing and more seat time for Brian, he is confident that this year, the Chrysler will hit its mark during Hot Rod’s signature event. “There are easier ways to build a fast race car, but we are determined to see this through. Running a 7.50 average for the week would be something that my co-pilot Mark Janack and I would be proud of…that’s faster than these cars ran back in the day”, says Brian. We have a feeling that this year’s Drag Week is going to be a memorable five days of racing. Stay tuned-in to the action at www.hotrod.com.

“Nothing says we are here to go stupid fast like a BLOWN NITRO HEMI”.

“Drag week last year showed that our ideas were not crazy and the car could actually work as planned”.

 “Running a blown street hemi requires special parts. Running it on Nitro requires Nitro specific parts. Since no one runs a Nitro engine on the street that means I had to make the parts or adapt race parts to work”.

Hot Heads Research and Racing

www.hothemiheads.com

(336) 352-4866

Chassis Service

(847) 336-2305

www.facebook.com/pages/Chassis-Service/134587166593449

Byron Dragway

www.byrondragway.com

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[lawrencegarte]

i have so many fun story ideas bouncing around in my noggin but i’m too lazy to actually put the effort into writing them... Sad