#the writing process is ridiculous

[caelum-in-the-avatarverse]

lol maybe to celebrate I should get back to writing those 15 prompts for the 15th anniversary

atla turning 20 next year in 2025... 😳

[franeridart]

The Housecat Philosophy - Ep 37

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[ruvviks]

finally got around making a proper outfit reference sheet for nathan! he likes wearing dark clothes which really emphasizes just how pale he is. he was a STEM developer at MOBIUS for nine years what did you expect </3 click for higher resolution and to get a closer look at all the details! outfits from left to right: his gear for the evil within 2, 1am convenience store trip, his mobius gear, and an improvised outfit for my own fictional the evil within 3 =^)

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[thedevillionaire]

coming from someone (me) who writes but can't bring themself to post fics... please please reblog your second answer to #17 of the writing asks list. it can't be lost beneath a cut. please. 😂😂😭😭😂😂😭😭

lol I'm glad you enjoyed it, anon. Um...sure. Here you go. 😅

me, writing snzfic: is this ridiculous?

also me: ridiculously hot?

writer me: no…just regular ridiculous.

also me: *makes random noises, wanders about* aaaaaaaAAAA

writer me: shut up. stop it. i'm pretty sure this could be ridiculous.

also me: I AM ON FIRE

writer me: yes but that's you, but the people readi...

also me: INCINERATE

me: (later, rereading) This is stupid and I’m not even turned on.

also me: (later the same day, rereading exactly the same thing) FFFFdfghjkhgrgrkk... *can’t function due to horniness*

[malaismere]

idk if I actually want to write it, but I was thinking, ‘hm, baldurs gate three is a pretty good set up to have a character from something else be Tav’ and obviously how could I not immediately think of Jester. Mostly because Tav has big ‘everybody loves Jester Lavorre’ energy.

just. the crystal clear image of her getting upset that she’s back at level one, and yelling at the traveler about it, which everyone else goes ‘okay whatever so she’s maybe a bit crazy, we can deal with it’ and then like the first time they set up camp he just actually shows up to apologize, because this plane is making him do *paperwork*

I’m kind of tempted to restat her as a warlock for said paperwork reasons, which would mean Wyll getting to watch her make a very casual deal and having Emotions about that. And obviously Shadowheart and Gale have their own fun angst about the God angle.

[ianthewife]

every single Val scene is an absolute banger (of nuclear variety) and it gets better by which i mean worse every time. as you can see i just listened to Val and her “mother”’s conversation. will be haunted by it to the end of it all. i don’t even have sufficient words for this whole situation, im just sitting with my head in my hands like Well Fuck, god help me i really can’t be having a religious experience+existential crisis+horrible heartbreak every single episode of this show jesus christ help us all

[babyseraphim]

guess who thought they finished their chapter, but then decided to rewrite 3/4 of it

fucking me

[ardentpoop]

I don’t think im cut out to be a Real Author for several (self-deprecating) reasons, but chief among them is that I WOULD be the type to have a nervous breakdown looking at my goodreads reviews every 2 seconds. which would probably make me fucking insufferable to be around

[demigod-shenanigans]

Now why in the world am I going back and forth about cutting a scene from this fic that isn’t even happening until the, like, second to last chapter when I haven’t even written most of the middle yet

[soutsuji]

There's an English class on Golden Age detective fiction being offered next semester but the prerequisite for it is the intro to literary study class required for all English majors (which I haven't taken because I'm in a hard STEM major and don't have much time for electives, which means that I have to be really picky with my electives and only go for stuff I like AND doesn't have an awful workload) and also even if I did have that prereq, I wouldn't be able to take the class because it's at the same time as one of my major reqs. And also I'll be in two labs next semester and one of them is pure hell so like I literally don't have the time to take more than 13 credit hours (as tempting as it is to keep up my streak of taking 17-18 every semester even though it's been like really pretty bad for my social life and hobbies). Sigh. (Pressing my hand wistfully against the glass) maybe someday they'll offer the class again

[crossbackpoke-check]

Sat politely ankles crossed hands folded please say you have more thoughts about the DC deweys. Lazarus pit cold-eyed stare pristine and bloodthirsty anyway I would love to hear any further thoughts if you have the time + energy + motivation

how i imagine you waiting for me to re-read the resurrection of ra’s al-ghul and hush vol. 1+2:

ALRIGHT. in no particular order, thoughts about the dc deweys

connor fits very well into the mold of a talia al-ghul for me; chip on his shoulder, femme fatale, deadly and precise. he’s not the loudest but he’s got a dry wit that’ll cut you!

“why is connor an al-ghul at all and not batman” well first of all he’s already got the water connection, i’m gonna go dip him into the lake a couple hours north of the pas to make him incredibly long-lived, rejuvenated and beautiful

second of all i want him to be a questionable villain/antihero because he looks evil in those pictures but like beautiful evil. you see him at a multi-million dollar soirée and he’s bored of being there wearing his “heritage” beads and jewels he originally had from a thousand years ago. he and his assassins are only here to murder the head of state who’s planning to lay a pipeline through ancestral grounds

rip brandon duhaime i simply cannot imagine you as any kind of batman. lacks the gravitas, too much of a yapper, loves his wife too much. i curse thee to be green arrow if you’re in this narrative at all

assuming connor stays with toronto, would LOVE to think about toronto as one of the sites of the lazarus pit for many reasons

(a brief aside here to say that for me personally this is interesting if connor goes to winnipeg because i think they suit him better, he’s a manitoba boy, but re: the chip on his shoulder, he’s NOT a manitoba boy. he’s from the pas and very proud of it)

a) the amount of ‘toronto is the center of the universe’ hockey creation myths i can play with & birth/rebirth/reincarnation. if you WANT to feel unhinged trying to blend hockey and comics is an ice rink not just a pool of water?

b) mr. cathal kelly i love your works!!! toronto eats its young!!! thinking about this very literally in the sense of the resurrection arc where players come to toronto and are sacrificed, give up their body, their skill, in service of the demon’s head, and lose themselves.

c) we see echos of the same narratives and styles over and over again—if i can hop over to the flyers for a second, there is of course the curse of the *8s (18 richards, 28 claude, 48 danny b, 68 nolan, 88 lindros) but ALSO the danny brière -> tk -> morgan frost celly chain. every generation a resurrection, emerging clean and new from the pit

can you just briefly hold my hand and imagine wayne gretzky as an evil ra’s al-ghul wanting to possess a new body. gretzky i’m sorry to malign you and i know you never played in toronto but you are the best player in my head to fit the idea, i’m open to other suggestions

coming BACK to green arrow dewey (i did not re-watch arrow or re-read those comics sorry) connor could also be black canary, who takes a brief dip into the lazarus pit (toronto) before getting married to oliver. i do like that narrative but because we were talking about pristine and cold-blooded i figured connor dewar head of the league of assassins was more what you were after

now that i’ve gotten through world building… choose your own adventure narratives?

hockey-ish au: connor chosen as a host for the Next One. i think the lineage of the great one -> next one -> next next one -> next one up of gretzky -> crosby -> mcdavid -> bedard is taken, BUT i can imagine that the league of old boys all have the same intentions. connor gets sent to toronto unknowingly being prepped to get body-snatched by ???? and brandon duhaime of course accidentally stumbles on the plot and they have to fight to stop it

connor assassinating people :) snapshot of the head of the league of assassins delegating which major world events they’re going to change today. would love his shark face from the gifset to have blood spattered across it, ideally.

version 1 as head of the league of assassins: brandon is one of his assassins, big strong bodyguard type. devoted to him, would lay down his life, perfectly designed for connor (lady shiva/cassandra cain-ish). connor orders for something to be done and brandon does it there for him then gently wipes the blood off his face and apologizes for being careless and getting him messy.

version 2 as head of the league of assassins: an actual plot where connor aims to assassinate SOMEONE but brandon gets in the way. they meet at odds as their respective roles (hero, leader of a crime syndicate) but are magnetically drawn together as their alter egos. eventually brandon puts together the pieces of the Big Evil and manages to (legally!-ish as much as vigilante-ism can be legal) take it down and the ending panels show a tentative friendship and recognition of potential shared goals

also, jaromir jágr is immortal. don’t know if this is relevant OR related but he is. personal hot spring lazarus pit?

um. thanks for coming to my 1.5k ted talk (including tags). what a way to moritz seider lore drop that i DID grow up a comic book nerd, lmao. thank you so much for enabling me <3 i'll be here all week thinking about which teams would get what rings in a blackest night au

[shoutmonishere]

Vulnerable

So as it turns out, Taiki prefers to keeps his own problems to himself.

Shoutmon so happens to find this out.

Aka, analyzed Taiki too hard i wrote a short fic about it, which is just the much better version of this

Note: takes place somewhere in Hunters' timeline.

~~~

Shoutmon woke up confused, to muffled hiccups and sobs so late into the night.

And figuring out who it belonged to is just as disbeliefing.

"Taiki? Taiki, you alright?" He called out raspily from within the Xros Loader.

The sounds he heard earlier had quickly ceased before he is left to hang in silence- with what he believes to his partner's own shaky breath?

Before it could stretch on any longer than it should, he hears something shift around.

"Yeah, im alright." His partner replied. From the sound of his voice, he's definitely trying to put on a smiling voice.

It would have been convincing if only his voice weren't already quivering.

"I- uh, so happened to have heard some stuff. Was that you?"

Silence.

"Did... Did somethin' happen?"

More silence.

"Taiki?"

....

Ugh, that's it.

After a moment of even more silence, Shoutmon now engulfed by the Xros Loader's familiar, bright light, then forcefully pulls himself right out of it.

When he opened his eyes, he finds himself within the comfort of Taiki's bedroom, somewhere near foot of his bed.

The room is reasonably dark, but in spite of that, the gentle moonlight that peeked from the curtained window was more than enough to help him adjust.

It didn't take long for the king to lock eyes with his general's.

The boy was hunched, legs hugged close to his chest, tears still running down his already puffed eyes.

"S-sorry," He apologized hoarsely, now wiping at his tears. "Did i wake you up?"

"Taiki wh- that's besides the point!" The dragon whisper shouts. "Taiki, what happened?!"

"Shoutmon, i-it's okay."

"What happened."

"It's nothing."

"Taiki."

The brunette averted his eyes, contemplation washing up in his face briefly. Ruminating whether answering would be of any merit.

He then exhales, and then hugged himself tighter, further burying his face deeper into his arms and knees.

"I... i had a nightmare." He admitted meekly.

"A nightmare?"

"Mhm."

"Oh. Uh, what's it 'bout?"

Another look of contemplation.

"It was... about you."

"Uh huh, and...?"

"You.... Died. Again."

"Oh."

Right. He'd died, didn't he?

He'd almost forgotten how death was in the Human World, how heavy it's impact was for those who lost, how permanent it is compared to the Digital World.

"Taiki-" Shoutmon mumbled, his expression softening.

"It's- it's kinda dumb, i know." The boy managed to blubber out as he began curling in on himself more, avoiding eye contact.

"What!? No, dont apologize for that!" Shoutmon clambered up onto the bed. "If it got ya all teary eyed, then that shit ain't stupid!"

Atleast the dragon's usual vulgarity is able to get an amused snort out of the human.

"How long has it been going?"

"What?"

"The nightmares?"

"... A year ago, i think." He managed to croak out. "A while after you and everyone went back to your world."

"Have ya... mentioned this to anyone?"

"..... No. I- i told you, it's dumb."

"Taiki it ain't dumb-"

"It's dumb because you're okay!" He cried out, his voice barely holding itself together at this point.

"You're alive, you're not hurt anymore, i know that." The boy sobbed, now tugging at his hair. "But for some reason i just- i just keep worrying over nothing."

"Even if that were the case, that doesn't make it any less haunting, doesn't it?"

Taiki gazed at him for a moment before shaking his head 'no'.

"I- Look, Taiki." Shoutmon sighed as he sat in front of the him. "You're a tough guy, someone that cares a lot, that people could rely one. I've seen that first hand, and so have others."

"And we all appreciate that." He grins fondly. "We really do."

"However, that doesn't mean you need to carry your burdens alone." The dragon then gently places a hand on his shoulder.

"As Xros Heart, you've relied on us when it comes to the Bagra Army. And now that they're gone, you could still rely on us, but not only as your army or comrades, but as your friends."

"We've already had the fate of our world's placed on our shoulders," Shoutmon smiles as he reached to ruffle his hair. "So what does it matter when it's now your brain being mean to you?"

Taiki stared at him dumbfoundedly before breaking into a hearty laugh, covering his face with his arms.

"W-when did you start getting this wise?" Taiki chuckled, peering out at the dragon. "I thought you're no good at that?"

"Eh, i'unno." He shrugged as he pulls his hand out of the boy's hair. "I suppose that's what being king does to ya." And in response Taiki laughed a little harder.

"But i really meant what i said, okay?" The dragon reminded. "If there's somethin' bugging you, we've got your back. Im sure Akari, Zenjirou, and the others share that sentiment too."

Taiki could only nod in confirmation as he sniffled and rubbed at his eyes, finally letting himself unfurl from his position.

Then suddenly, the boy reached out and hugged him. "Thank you." He muttered tearily.

And naturally of course, he hugged him back. "No problem."

[malkaleh]

15. What fic of yours would you most like to rewrite?

I’m actually rewriting it right now! The OG OT3 verse fic was originally written as a crack fic one off that I did not expect to continue and uh, that was a lie apparently ;). But there were so many things I’d world built, so many storylines I wanted to expand/do at all that a rewrite just made sense. I’m calling it the extended edition but I think it’s really the definitive version, with the things I wanted to put in (Gregory Cromwell, the Liz Seymour- Gregory Cromwell courtship of convenience/spite to the Seymour Men to true love, Mary Boleyn/Jane Seymour storyline, Helen Norwich’s subplot (and Norwich In General), Norfolk’s storyline) and then I realised that the sequel I had written was also…needing to be rewritten. In a ‘oh I am allowed to write the long expanded story…people might be interested????’ Way.

And it’s kind of meant to mirror The Tudors TV show seasons in universe - also I knew where part three ended up mostly from the beginning but I only recently got the idea for the ending ending and I AM SO DELIGHTED BY IT.

Also there’s a scene in part III involving Thomas Cromwell that is going to make me INSANELY DELIGHTED TO WRITE.

thank you so much darling Nat friend.

[sheliesshattered]

the number of times that I've been actively researching a scientific topic in preparation for writing a sci-fi story that incorporates that topic

and then brand new info on that topic is released into the scientific community. while I'm in the midst of reading up on it

is too damn high, and honestly starting to get a little spooky

[thedevillionaire]

sensoria

Mouth. Tongue. And hands. Feathering over the nape of her neck, down her arms, around her waist. Tightening, just a little. Just enough. More. Body heat against the winter’s chill, and she shifts even nearer, pressing herself to him. Her hands sliding under his coat. Urgency. The brocade textures of his vest, the dartdance of delicate fingers freeing constraints, here let me help you, and ohh that sigh he gives. The firm contours of his body. Her pulse rapid. Breathe. The way he looks at her. Emerald flame. Hunger.

The bite of the wind an incision but it’s no competition for carnal desire. Need. The inevitability of his reaction and a demanding unstoppable interruption finds her held tight against his chest in cover, an embrace insistent forceful protective, his physical heat a stark contrast to the icy air as with sharpgasped deep inhalation, deeper again, he turns to surrender and

hh-HHH

all she feels is

(the catch in his breath the race of her heartbeat his need oncoming her need oncoming their need oncoming and)

h-hhHHAAAHTSCH-uu!

fire.

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[shirajellyfish]

Kill your darlings? Wrong. Darling necromancy.