#the open google doc =/= writing happening

[cj-ghostemoji-destielpie]

Imagine what would happen if Dean, Sam, and Castiel meet Jesse, Cassidy, and Tulip, when Jesse is trying to find God in season two of Preacher and Castiel is trying to find God back in the early Supernatural?

The chaos...

I'd write it but I'm not intrigued enough to open yet another Google doc to make another fanfic idea sooooo

Feel free to use this idea if it didn't exist already.

💖💖💖

[zeldamacgregor]

I made this to call myself out but please feel free to hold up a mirror if you need one also.

[nikoisme]

Personally I imagine that Telemachus has his mom's hair color and eyes,, but he still creepily looks like Odysseus. So, naturally, I have to ask:

Do you think that Penelope sometimes flinced when she saw her son? Because he looks so much like her husband?? Like, he would pass down the hallway and greet his mother, and she would think it's Odysseus - a flicker of hope on her face, only to realize it's her son. And after a while Telemachus doesn't know if that brief drop of her face is disappointment because it's him or because it's not Odysseus.

Do you think Eurycleia sometimes openly cried when she looked at Telemachus?? Because he has the same slightly impish grin just like his father?? Just like the boy she raised so many years ago?? Do you think she unconciously scrubbed more thoroughly around his thigh? Telemachus would wince at the sudden roughness and Eurycleia would realize that he doesn't have that scar that needed more cleaning to make sure debris didn't get stuck in it??

Do you think that Eumaeus would rush out of his hut when he heard Telemachus laugh? Because, as he got older, even his voice started sounding a bit like his father's?? Only to abruptly stop when he realized that it's not his master??

Do you think that even Telemachus would stare at a bronze mirror or at his reflection in a puddle and try to see his father - the one he barely remembers - in his own reflection?? He would imagine himself broader, stronger, with a beard?? His mother told him that he got his hair and eyes from her. So he tries to imagine something else in their place. He doesn't know what he's even looking for or thinking about. Just something, anything to get a bare idea of a man that is his father.

And do you think that as years went on, others started seeing more and more Odysseus in him and less and less Telemachus in him? Even if it wasn't intentional? They treated him like his father. They would offer him the fruit his father loved. They would sometimes expect him to wield the weapons his father could. They would tell him how much he looks like his father. And Telemachus would simply smile in response. But over time it was a slightly pained smile. At first he prided himself for all of that, he wanted to know everything about his father. He wanted to know how much of his son he is. But he finds the fruit sour. His arms slightly tremble when he tries to string a bow (not necessarily The bow™).

Do you think that over time, even he started feeling less and less like himself? Do you think that subconciously he tried acting like his father (based on the stories he's heard)? For the kingdom's sake, for his mother's sake, for his own sake? After all, "son of Odysseus" was his main trait. He was haunted by the ghost of the man he doesn't even know. But he does know him, doesn't he? Everyone tells him just how much he is like his father. But what part of him is like his father?? What part of him is like his father? Everything he does, everything he is, is apparently an echo of his father. But what part is Telemachus? What part of Telemachus is like his father? Is he like his father or is he slowly becoming his father? His voice isn't his own. His skin isn't his own. Hell, the blood in his veins isn't his own. It's the blood of Odysseus. Is that who he is?? A replacement for the king?? A mere stand-in until he comes back?? If he comes back?? Will he always have to act, to be a copy of his father?? Will he ever be himself? But who is he even? Who is Telemachus? Yes, he is the son of Odysseus (as a way of identification). But who is simply Telemachus?

DO YOU THINK?

[mahi-does-some-art]

Sloth/Mahiru 👀

One of my favorite ships ever :3

I feel silly so you can get little chunk of the fic. As a treat. No smut tho, that'll be for Ao3.

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It had only been a normal day. Busy, yes, but normal. Running errands, tidying up the house and putting the laundry up to dry. He’d even gotten to the store in time for a few good sales all while Kuro was either on his head or lazing on the couch with a game in hand. There was nothing that could have warned him– He had only been trying to figure out what Kuro wanted for dinner. Walking over to the couch in the dim warm atmospheric lighting Kuro had ordered to bathe their plain apartment in, leaning over the top of the couch to peer at him.

He had only asked a simple question no different from anything he’d say any other day. But when Kuro had looked up at him to answer, something stopped him, his mouth just barely hanging open to make some strange sound. The light in his eyes glazed over in an instant and it felt like he barely had time to blink before a smile too big engulfs his face and his body drips and changes as he sits up.

And lunged.

His Servamp’s body was no longer his own and its host was laid to sleep in some unseen darkness, made unaware of anything Sloth may do. Unable to awaken on his own Kuro was dragged into the deafening depths of the demon’s head and Mahiru was left defenseless and for the taking. It’s surprising the Eve hadn’t gone insane. Seeing your partner’s body being taken control over and morph into something else that wanted to suck you in and devour you. If he weren’t so familiar, or perhaps if he were just anyone else, he would have lost his mind and person a long time ago.

The last thing he remembers before he got taken was the sight of that normally lazy body contorting. The feeling of clawed hands brushing against his skin and pulling him in and the feeling of something warm and plush pressed against his lips. He comes to tight in the embrace of his demon with their lips still locked together and a tongue pushing past his teeth, wading above the pitch black ground of his domain.

He really needs to set some more ground rules for these impromptu visits.

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Mahiru's not going to be able to sit down properly in the morning, let alone be able to walk or stress about cleaning an already spotless house or running around town doing things for other people. Which is exactly what Sloth wanted! :D

[bookishjules]

my sister's started writing a story, and i'm really excited for her. she seems to be having a lot of fun with it, and has managed to write over 20k in just a couple weeks. but at the same time.. idk. i envy her. for my entire life almost, i've placed my identity in my writing ability. not necessarily consciously.. but even when i wasn't actively writing i still viewed myself as a writer. it's always been a dream of mine to have a book published. but because of that, i place a lot of pressure on myself. to the point where writing becomes difficult. i get in my head so easily about it in ways i don't with other things. and so i have a hard time getting a story on the page so quickly (unless it's nano and i have actively convinced myself to turn my brain off). she's writing more than me and i hate it. she's writing unseriously and i hate it. she's excited about this new hobby and every time she sends an updated word count in our gc it sends me spiraling into this rhetoric of like wow i suck and am i even a writer and what if she's better than me after i've spent my whole life thinking this is the best thing i have to offer the world. like what even would be the point of me after that.. so really, i don't hate her for writing. i love that she's writing. she's always loved telling stories and i feel like she'd be a good writer. i just wish i knew how to treat it with such nonchalance.

[google-docs-suggestions]

[rxvera]

Heyy! I used to follow your old blog and absolutely adored all your mcu fics there so much! But once it was gone I never thought I’d see any of them again 😭 I’d missed your writing for yearsss but today after all this time I finally found them again! (Which admittedly made me smile like crazy cause I was reading and kept going “wait wait wait…OH I REMEMBER!!” And “Is this…IT IS!!”) but anyway, glad to see you’re still around and hope you’re doing well! 🙌

OMG!!!!!!

How are you? I'm so happy you found me again!!! This is so sweet!! I'm doing good!! All my writing is still up on Ao3 as ImaginaryMiseries in case you haven't found that yet!!! I think there's only a little left on Tumblr lol.

I'm so excited this makes me so happy!!

[youssefguedira]

hi. had some feelings

Rating: Teen

Summary:

Nicolò's eyes, which had immediately found him the second they opened the doors, flick down to the wound on his side, then meet his again. There is no anger, or even pain, yet. Just deep, deep exhaustion.

Joe cannot look at him.

[em-prentiss]

Who do y’all think I see more, Google docs or my family😭😭

[cerealmonster15]

I have to ask WHY on earth did they turn Flannery into a goldfish??? What did he do to them to make them want to Literally Curse Him??

man. thats a good question. let's see if i have an answer JFKLDSKFLJDS

i'll be real a lot of it was me kinda winging it improv style - i should probs clarify [im not sure how clear i am on artfight lol] that moooost of my non twst characters are like, from a roleplay thing my friend and i do in google docs together kfdsjfl so thats where flannerys from. and then sometimes, plotlines and characters stem from an idea on a whim - like originally i had an idea for flannery to be a lost prince that was turned into a fish by like, enemy hitmen or sometihing.

and tbh that makes more sense than family betrayal LOL but i thiiiiiiiiiink i swapped it to son of a politician and also an influencer [cries lol] because it fit the 'modern au' better. modern fantasy. whatever. also we do have a separate au googledoc universe that IS royalty themed so maybe one day he will be a missing prince there teehee

ok anyway sorry i havent answered your actual question i got distracted lol. so aside from half of it being me coming up with shit on the fly and being kind of bad at storytelling klsjfkdshf the IN UNIVERSE ANSWER is like, flannery kinda just doesnt have a good relationship with his family - his parents suck and flannerys not a "useful asset" and is also the product of infidelity. so it's like, he's not going to be a powerful politician or business guy, he's not good on camera, and also theres this unspoken secret of him being someone else's son <- i think my idea here was like, the father is Aware his wife was having an affair and that flannery isnt his kid but neither of them have Spoken Of It because blah blah keeping up appearances a divorce would be a scandal whatever. you know how it is with traditional family values 😒

and i think i have also just watched a lot of youtube videos covering family vlogger scandals/ also just regular vlogger scandals, and sometimes that shits just wild LOL so i was like ok. politician dad doesnt like or care about this kid, vlogger mom sees his disappearance as months worth of content to milk lol. so they hired someone to Get Rid Of Him - i cant remember if they... planned the fish part. maybe. i guess so? the plan tho was just have him turned into a fish that would probably get eaten and act like he got kidnapped or ran away and then announce hes dead later.

flannery's got an older brother that shows up at his school and is like, a clone of their mom, in that hes like "omg theres this GUY HERE who is PRETENDING to be my DEAD BROTHER i need to live stream this." and then something something their relation was proved and he pivoted immediately to "oh wowwww my poor sweet brother i cant BELIEVE our parents tried to cover you up like this wow i missed u so much let's be besties [lie]"

so anyway. there kind of isnt that a good reason besides drama + theyre in a magical setting and i thought it was fun LOL. flannery's one of my much newer characters so i havent had a lot of time to fully flesh out his character yet. he's a lil one note right now and i need to figure him out a bit more to make him,,,, actually interesting,,, but. 🫡

[lupinsmoons]

was watching the eternal sunshine of the spotless mind and now i am in ruins…

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

DOCTOR: But the doors are locked. How did you both get in? YASMIN: Driver's window was smashed in.

[evntualities]

these are going to be very low-effort opens, but i feel like those are the ones i've had the most luck with

[polaroidcats]

I spent the last few days co-writing an article about anti-trans violence & trans solidarity with my crush and their ex (lol, classic #queer culture moment) and now that we've submitted the article I feel like idk what to do with my time?? It's that lull after being stressed out where you don't really know what to do with yourself suddenly.

[foxcassius]

this would actually be such a dream job if i ever made it big from writing and it turns out i did like all my writing on the clock here. in an interview ten years from now and they ask how i found the time to write so i say lol i wrote on the clock and the library like sues me or smth

[devil-in-hiding]

this weather is messing with me because it makes me want to write ANGST and i don’t WANNA RIGHT NOW (bare with me because this IS in the works in my google docs and i have made some changes for this story)

But all i can think of is neighbor!Simon and virgin!reader who has fallen head over heels, but tries to shake him off because Simon still brings home his weekly bed warmer, and it breaks your heart more and more to the point that you decide distancing yourself a tad would be better, the night he hardly looked in your direction when leading his bed mate through the door, closing it without sparing you a glance

tears burn your eyes as you enter your apartment, hands shaking as you pull out your phone, scrolling through your contacts until johnny’s goofy face lights up your phone as you hit call

“was starting to believe i’d have to go a wellness check lass” Johnny’s teasing voice answers, and you respond in kind with a pathetic little sob as you grip your phone

“Hey, hey what’s wrong lass? What’s happened?”

“C-can you come over? I-I just w-want some company.”

“I’ll be there in thirty.” and then the line clicks

He makes it in 15, pounding on your door and you rush to open it before he alerts anyone

But as you open the door, Johnny swoops you up into his arms, concern swimming in his eyes “oh bonnie, what’s the matter?” His voice reaches your ears, but you can only focus on the pair of eyes over johnny’s shoulder

staring at you through that god damn Balaclava

you look away, grabbing johnnys hand and dragging him through the door

Simon is still staring when you slam the door.

i am still half asleep so i know this is shit but it’s been stuck in my head