#wilys

[seventeeneightyfine]

in the grim darkness of the far future there is only traffic

[k0nfette]

🤠

[stormy-grey]

People are always fighting over who the biggest hater in media is but they’re all wrong. It’s Doctor Wily. That man is so unapologetically petty and evil it’s hilarious. The entire plot of Megaman 11 happens because he remembers that Doctor Light said something sorta rude to him over forty years ago. The entire reason Zero exists is because Wily heard Light had built X and just wanted to make sure that his legacy of Causing Issues for Light’s family lived on. He built Bass to be stronger than Rock but specifically designed him to also look way cooler and gave him a giant pet wolf. That man’s hatred fully extended toward Megaman’s dog. It’s even funnier in the Ariga continuity because half the time it doesn’t even seem like he really gives a shit about taking over the world he fully just enjoys causing problems.

[wilimia]

No thanks I hate this

[crowleysgirl56]

Something I have noticed. This reaction is Crowley responding to Aziraphale saying “I haven’t seen you since….the flood?”

Aziraphale may not have seen Crowley since the flood, but going by Crowley’s reaction he has definitely 100% seen Aziraphale.

😏 you wily serpent.

[tworedplants]

[wilywitchwahoo]

Agnes Nutter'ed it ✨

[missjukebox8bit]

Men will literally build eight new evil robots to take over the world with instead of going to therapy

[laurenillustrated]

The Wilis 🤍

From one of my favorite ballets Giselle!

[mewymarsher]

[Wily Dies AU]

REFUSAL

[chloemew]

[primarydragon]

alternative beast inferno (ZUN style)

[rariatoo]

sonic art

[k0nfette]

Almond Blossoms

[mulletsg]

No matter how dark this city gets, even now, there is hope for man.

Twitter version of this post.

[dduane]

Hi Diane!!

You answered an ask just recently wherein you talked about how the Writer Brain often is continually working "behind the scenes" in ways that don't necessarily manifest as words on a page. As someone in the midst of two year (and counting) writing hiatus, this was such a helpful reminder. I'm becoming a mature enough writer to recognize when I'm simply too exhausted to enjoy the the fun parts of writing, and to trust that the magic will come back when I'm ready for it.

The very next day, because OF COURSE it was the very next day, you won't be surprised to hear I had a revelation. I was playing a video game that has nothing to do with anything in my writing world, when a full and complete fix to a plot problem I *hadn't even realized I'd been having* hit me like a truck.

It was a beautiful moment. The whole third act outline changed into something emotionally coherent. And my guess, based on paying attention to your writing advice for some time now, is that my brain was secretly working on this plan the whole time. Even without going near a keyboard for ages. Maybe even while I was at work, or parenting, or sleeping.

That it happened during a moment of relaxation can't be a coincidence. I'm still not ready to return to writing, but when I am I'll have a reliable outline to work with, as well as a good deal of renewed excitement.

Thank you for sharing your experience with us so freely! We are so lucky to count you as a member of our community on this hellsite (affectionate). Thanks for being here :)

For whatever help I may have been—because you and your brain are plainly managing this perfectly well—you're absolutely more than welcome. :)

A continuing difficulty for a lot of writers these days, old or new, is that many of us are embedded in cultural matrices that insist that if something's not working, you should immediately do something about it to fix it. The pressure to Do Something about whatever's not functioning is incessant. (Just look around, for examples close to home, at all the advice on dealing with writer's block. Do this! Do that! Don't do this, do something else!... ad infinitum.) There's not a lot of acceptance of or even interest in advice that centers the idea of not doing anything: of, in fact, consciously and deliberately, doing nothing.

It's a problem, because such cultural mindsets too routinely come to equate any form of "doing nothing"—even simply resting, ffs—as a form of failure. You gave up, you stopped fighting back, you surrendered, you're a loser! ...And people stuck in this way of thinking, even if they briefly try relaxing and letting go, tend to abandon it too quickly, well before it has a chance to work. Then they wander off muttering about how relaxation is a waste of time, they just need to work harder, fight more, keep banging their head into that wall until the wall gives...!

(sigh) It's frustrating to watch... and to be caught in. Don't think I don't occasionally stumble over/into this old calcified mindset myself, and have to remind myself to step back, sit still, be quiet and wait. Or to just go do something else, something as non-writing-adjacent as possible, for short periods. (It would profoundly embarrass me to have to admit how many useful realizations I've had while standing over the sink and doing the dishes. It's a lot more congenial when these insights arrive while cooking: but you don't get to pick and choose.) :)

Also: the realization that this solution happened for you while doing something recreational is extremely useful. Because the word can sometimes mean re-creation literally, as a refreshment or restoration of a malfunctioning, injured, worn-down or dog-tired mental or creative state. Which is why we need play... and the older and more "adult" we get, the more we need it. We need, literally, to recreate ourselves.

So just keep doing what you're doing. Or not-doing what you're not-doing. (snicker: this is veering toward the somewhat Zen.) Whatever: keep it up. :)