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  • averbaldumpingground
    30.11.2021 - 38 minutes ago
    #fanfiction#Lokane #Sorry this is garbage. #I had an idea for it but the words don't work. #Also sorry this took so long. #Writing is hard damnit. #So here's a half-assed thing. #November 29 2021 #I'm like a month away from 3 years of this I think? #Jeez.
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  • everyday72
    30.11.2021 - 40 minutes ago

    Always trying new things

    Always trying new things

    I am always looking for new things and have started a blog that is set up to highlight all the area of the state of Wisconsin I am from…the Fox Cities. This area has a great music tradition with the Mile of Music in Appleton and all the live music venues in the are it only seemed natural to try and help promote these artists from an area that is really made up of small communities. I am delving…

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  • jacqcrisis
    30.11.2021 - 49 minutes ago

    hold on, are there any fics where Jayce is doing his dumb little blacksmith shit shirtless and Viktor is watching and just... having the time of his life? Cause a) what was that scene other than to show that your easily manipulated himbo nerd boy has some nice titties and b) if mel can get in there then that means viktor certainly can and c) if he wasn’t having a case of the gays before, he certainly was after.

    #in this essay i will- #im not tagging this in case i gets the ideas #idk man that fucking blacksmithing scene made me laugh so hard #the most sexualized characters are jayce and mel's mom #and that is extremely funny to me #jacq writes
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  • herefortheships
    30.11.2021 - 1 hour ago

    Would you like to read one of my poems? 

    This one is called “In place of my own garden”, 

    written by María Pagán

    In place of my own garden

    Take my soul if you so want it, it does crave

    A new host who can grant it freedom

    For I see this wish that haunts me, dug my grave

    The painted truth of a life in prison

    I seek not the escape to freedom, I do not

    I seek only a fresh new window

    My heart does not belong in a tattered shell

    Every other leaf that falls, seeds I did sow

    The seeds that carried the hopes once focused

    Innocent, I have planted a lot. I have

    Too many deceiving words, dreaming… Stare despondent

    A life of lonely writings, and yearnings, the ghost I have

    In place of my own garden.

    This poem is featured in my poetry collection, “Ephemeral”, currently available for pre-order. This book will be released December 6, 2021.

    Pre-order here. If you like ✨

    #Sharing here because this poem gives me Symbrock vibes #poetry#poem#indie poet#writer#writing #I wrote this years ago #I feel so vulnerable sharing this here you have no idea lol #this is my unhinged fangirl account but I just wanted to share this little piece of me tonight with you all? #Maybe I will regret this tomorrow #but enjoy tonight #Maria Pagan #Maria Pagan author #ephemeral#yolo#symbrock vibes #Things I write
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  • anxietyvarietyhour
    30.11.2021 - 1 hour ago

    this is definitely not the first post to talk about this, but you shouldn't feel like you have to produce art or fic to feel included in a fandom. Writers are great! Artists are great! And if you want to create something, great! But it's also okay to roll up to a fandom and just vibe idk

    #this is more a reminder for myself #I can't draw and I take forever to spit out fanfic #but i still have ideas (and jokes) to contribute #anyway yeah just that I've been down on myself for not putting out fic as often or as quickly as i did in my mcu fandom days #mia posts a thing #girl help I'm feeling inadequate about creating stuff for fandom again #and yeah this was in ref to Ghosts since that's the fandom that got me back into fic writing #and i havent been this engaged in a fandom since like... infinity war
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  • johannstutt413
    30.11.2021 - 1 hour ago

    (requested by mathmaticalknight) Nian/Whisperain

    Being a wanderer in Terra isn’t an ideal lifestyle, but it’s one several of Rhodes Island’s heaviest hitters lived before their arrival. Some, like Ceobe, essentially settled down; they found open arms, helping hands, and (in a couple of hungry doggos’ case) a wide pantry that enticed them to stay. Others, however, saw RI as simply another stop in their journey - they found Rhodes Island, accepted their aid and training, but fully expected to leave in future.

    Then, of course, there were those who thought they were the latter and became the former.

    Whisperain was in the AV cabin alone, halfway through a heart-wrenching drama, when a voice said from behind her, “You’ve got good taste.”

    “Eh? O-oh, Miss Nian. You startled me.” The Aegir hadn’t expected visitors period, let alone in the middle of a dialogue. “How long have you been there?”

    “Oh, not too long. Saw someone was in here, figured it was you, and figured I’d stop by and say hi.” There was an intensity in her eyes that contradicted her words, though.

    Still, it’d be rude to turn her away, so the doctor didn’t. She didn’t openly invite her to stay, though. “Hello.”

    “Have you seen this one before?” The Nian asked, inviting herself to an empty chair next to Whisperain and setting a large bowl of popcorn in her lap. “It looks familiar.”

    “I don’t remember seeing it before.” Why would the smith say it that way, though? 

    Nian offered her the bowl. “Ah, right, how could I forget? Popcorn?”

    “Thank you.” She took a single handful. “...Um, what did you forget?”

    “Your memory loss between regenerations.”

    Stunned silence as the movie carried on. The Aegir went through her handful of popcorn one kernel at a time until, out of distractions to stall with, she asked, “We’ve met before?”

    “We have.” She’d dropped the levity in her voice for gravitas. “You saved my life, even.”

    “Oh. I see.” Good to know? The doctor wasn’t sure what she was expected to do with that information.

    The smith glanced at the pause on the machine, but she decided against pressing it. “I tried to return the favor, but I failed...and I wanted to make sure you knew I was sorry, even knowing you wouldn’t know.”

    “...Nian,” Whisperain asked, “have we only met once before?”

    “...No,” the Nian admitted.

    The Aegir sighed, pressing the pause button herself. “Have you apologized to me before?”

    “Every time,” she replied. “You’re the only person I’ve met I can say that about. It makes you special.”

    “Is it painful to remember, even now?”

    Fair question. “You told me once, while we were talking, that you wondered if people with exceptionally long lives forget. Honestly, a lot of things I have forgotten, details of places and times I’ll never be able to get back - something you probably relate to. Living as long as we have, even if my memory doesn’t reset, it gets blurry. But there are some things that I’m not allowed to forget, and that day is one of them.”

    “I see.” The doctor reached into her purse and pulled out a very small plastic bag with scraps of paper in it. Approximately one ticket’s worth of scraps. “While I was in Yen, I attended a showing of a movie called What We Had Before. Do you remember it?”

    “In Yen?...No, I didn’t have a chance to watch movies while I was in Yen.” She’d had other matters to attend to then.

    Whisperain set that bag aside and pulled out the sturdier pouch she’d pulled that plastic bag from - necessary to keep them in one place. “Would you like to show me what we saw while we traveled together?”

    “How far back does that collection go?” And yes, Nian did want to help with that. “When was our first meeting...950? Anything from around that time?”

    “Let me see.” One by one, the Aegir lifted a ticket from its stowing place, squinted at it in the dim light, shook her head, and set it to the side.

    After five or six of these, the smith pointed to the light above them. “Wouldn’t it be easier to see with some light?”

    “It would,” the doctor admitted; she was feeling a bit of strain from relying on the frozen movie to see by. “Would you mind-”

    “Not at all.” The Nian went over to the light dial, clicked it up slowly but steadily, and stopped when Whisperain indicated she could see fine.

    Looking at her collection again, she realized why she was having trouble finding tickets that old: the first one she had was from around that time, and it was the one she’d asked Nian about at first. “Ah...The only one from that time period is What We Had Before.”

    “Oh? Interesting.” Come to think of it, that title did sound familiar. “Do ya think they have it here? Couldn’t hurt to look, right?”

    “I’m curious what kind of movie it was. I don’t remember anything about it, unfortunately.”

    That wasn’t surprising, but for it to be a shared blank spot from around that time period was especially odd. The smith found the library’s movie database, searched for it, and the first result was for a movie released in that timeframe. “We have it. Wanna finish this one first?”

    “...I think I’ll finish it later.” This wasn’t her usual tact with people like Nian, but then again, there wasn’t really any person quite like Nian. Especially in the mood she was in right now. “Before we start, I need some water.”

    “Oh, I have some.” The smith reached into a bag Whisperain hadn’t seen before, set on the floor by the chair her ‘guest’ had taken for herself, and pulled out a bottle of distilled water for her.

    That meant she knew about the Aegir’s poor tap-mineral tolerance already. “You remembered.”

    “Like I said, I’m not allowed to forget.” The Nian smiled bitterly. “At least I learn from my mistakes.”

    “If I may ask, could you tell me...how I died?” When Rhodes Island found out about her regeneration - unfortunately through experience - they’d told her what’d happened to her. It meant she could learn from the experience, in a way.

    Nian took a breath through her teeth. “You got sick - a routine cold, the sort of thing most people fight off with some bedrest and water - but it hit you hard. Since you couldn’t take care of yourself, I did my best, following your instructions and whatnot, but...I didn’t know you couldn’t handle tap water very well.”

    “I see.” Whisperain made a note to make a note of that in her self-treatment guide, something she maintained not for herself but for people taking care of her in illness. Like Rhodes Island had...Like Nian had. “Thank you for remembering.”

    “Like I-...You’re welcome.” It would take some time for her to get over that.

    Considering their relationship, though, the smith was well aware of what it took for them to get back to the place they’d gotten to the first time they’d sat in the theatre watching this movie - hands clasped on the armrest between them, popcorn in her lap and purse in the doctor’s. The Nian could have drawn that scene from memory by this point, from the number of times they’d seen it toge- she felt the Aegir’s hand settle on top of hers. She’d unintentionally set her arm in its usual place...and Whisperain had followed suit. Nian turned to ask her about it. “Whisperain?”

    “The last time we saw this movie,” she whispered, showing her another ticket, “it was playing in a theatre.”

    “It was.”

    Whisperain leaned in close. “My memory may be erased, but there are some impressions that never leave me, although it seems it took some time for this one to settle properly.”

    “To be fair, you’ve had some really crazy things happen to you since we first met.” Death was the least of what the Aegir’d survived- Well, not exactly ‘survived,’ but...fucking technicalities at this point. “I wasn’t surprised that I’d get lost in the shuffle-”

    “I never lost you, Nian. It only took me some time to find you again.” The doctor locked her fingers with the smith’s.

    The movie hadn’t even started, and the Nian was already tearing up. “Still wanna watch this with me?”

    “Of course.” Whisperain turned back towards the screen, but then she rested her head against Nian’s shoulder, blinking tears away herself. “No matter how many times we do this...I want this memory in every lifetime.”

    Before the opening credits, they were both crying...a new record.

    #arknights#arknights fic#whisperain (arknights)#nian (arknights) #i wanted to write a Whisperain/Doc fic #but it never really came together #...also #i had a little tagline by this that said i see what you're doing here math #but after the BlemRock fic #i was curious to see if these two had game mechanic synergy #because honestly i don't notice this kind of thing (i'm a very brute force player tbh) #and GUESS WHAT #Nian's 3rd skill gives status resistance #Whisperain's talent triggers off that status resistance to provide extra health regen #and if that is what gave math the idea then that tagline would've been completely wrong #(which it also STILL was since by this point i'd forgotten whatever lightbulb i got for the prompt originally...) #this is why i let y'all pick the ships :D #ya do good work too for the most part #thanks for it
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  • writingadjacent
    30.11.2021 - 1 hour ago

    Prompt #9

    Your character is a spy and must reveal themself to their room mate to save their life.

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  • funkinboyfriend
    30.11.2021 - 1 hour ago
    actually i think i have the biggest brain making jesus’ last name santos in reference to all the ppl who like to be like oh haha bf is an angel cause that’d be cute. and it is!!! BUT i think its funny in the sense that, in ( my ) canon, ppl legit think he is some fucking higher being who cannot die because of the shit he gets himself into and walks out of alive but its not even true, he’s just a fucking dude who has the most insane luck possible piled on top of the fact, his gf is a demon and his ex / best friend / other bf is a fucking mercenary and both literally keep him safe from danger even if he’s the one who fucking attracts it in the first place
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  • brownvenus
    30.11.2021 - 1 hour ago

    I have a pravachan to give on Sunday and I have no idea what it's gonna be about 😪😪😪

    #so i have no idea how to start to write it
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  • non-un-topo
    30.11.2021 - 1 hour ago

    Oh gosh I want to write but all I’ve got is angst

    #why is angst so fun to write ;_; #every single idea i have is like. the most depressing shit hjgfdgh like dealing with themes of grief and loneliness or something #but it's funnnn
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  • adorablegorilla
    30.11.2021 - 1 hour ago

    I'm thinking about the idea of a slightly crack-y fanfic parody of Meet the Demoman but with W from Arknights

    I'm almost tempted to try writing it myself except I've never written before and I have no idea how I'd frame it

    (But I still really want it to exist)

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  • lemonandpie
    30.11.2021 - 1 hour ago
    #I updated the ao3 chapter numbers recently even though I've known for a while because I am bad at math and kept counting wrong #I haven't written the final chapter yet because I too am not ready to let go #(and also it's been a rough few months and my brain has been too occupied to deal with writing) #But unless something drastic happens that should be the last even if it's a monolith #I do have some ideas for potential one shots for the verse though so I don't know if it'll be over over #If we stay on writing schedule the finale should go up around Christmas!
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  • monopeptide
    30.11.2021 - 1 hour ago

    new comment on my 3 month old fic my beloved

    #feeling very loved n valid and motivated #i only have the one thing I’ve written so this is a new experience 4 me #wish that my one idea I really want to write didn’t involve a bunch of character counting fk! #don’t know if I can post that!
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  • lams-tallmadge
    30.11.2021 - 2 hours ago

    When you have a writer's block:

    #liz random crap #jsjsjs please i want to write but i don't have any ideas- #this is everything #writer's block #anyways night yall
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  • elftwink
    30.11.2021 - 2 hours ago

    was going back through my fic writing tag to find a link i knew was in there and earlier this year i was posting about this stupid widofjord fake married fic being like “yeah i think it’s got like 5k words left, maybe 7k depending on one scene” and now ive spent most of this month working on it and it grew from around 20k words to 36k words. after i cut like 3 scenes. doing some rough math on my nano word count i think i have written an additional 20k words for it. and it is still not done.

    #its 129 pages. PAGES. granted that's because my spacing is very excessive and my font is pretty large but still #good idea generator #fic writing tag tba #nano 2021 tag #its certainly closer to done. like i dont think i have ANOTHER 20k words to say abt all this (fingers crossed lmfao) #its just like. wow im bad at estimating word counts huh #part of that is bc i was still like adding scenes at that point which i am no longer doing #just expanding on the outlines i already have and connecting scenes to one another #so i'm now down to the end of actual like. writing writing. i think i have 3 scenes left? and then it's just connecting and editing #making sure information appears in the right order and establishing the timeline #no idea how many words until this thing is done though i have learned my lesson about guessing stuff like that #i simply do not know. it is unknowable. if you can estimate word counts thats magic
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  • wyvernne
    30.11.2021 - 2 hours ago

    thank you for all being patient with my slow updates. my free time is virtually nonexistent until after the new year, but i’m going to do my best to write when i can :’)

    #i have so many ideas and such little time i’m dying #it rlly is fun for me to write it’s just #maddening that i have no down time lately aghhh
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  • musicsavedmylife16
    30.11.2021 - 2 hours ago

    Character inspiration

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  • tetrapod7
    30.11.2021 - 2 hours ago
    #uhhhhh. my idea for bb is not a historical au per se but....yea #re the 30s....milo and i have talked great depression and like east of eden-esque.... #ask game #i also kind of want to rewrite form and purpose lol #academically i like. exclusively care about pre....1600s?????? #which is like. why would i write a fic about that #obviously also like. i care about modernity and how it affects how we read the past but also NOT the point here
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  • loftydreams101
    30.11.2021 - 2 hours ago

    Dear Uncle

    In his piercing black stare

    Cold and quiet

    My own sacred fires

    Die in vain

    In a bitter storm of vice


    He buries

    All his empty nights of crawling

    In the heart of his envy

    Among the old bones of kin  


    Still he teams with life  

    Somewhere underneath


    A hero’s swift plunge through the depths


    To the fading pulse

    Of his forgotten beloved

    Encircled by time

    And crushed by silence  

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