We're all stories in the end...

Jay aka Bluejay/Jaya/J | Gender Fluid (he/him and they/them) | 21+ | Biromantic Demisexual Polyamorous | Writer, book lover, and huge advocate of ship and let ship | TBC | Ko-fi: https://ko-fi.com/bluejayinflight | "Why were words created if not to show us that we too can fly." - Me

[bluejay-in-write]

A list of all my oc stories including fandom based and completely original stories as well as links to their specific original character's posts and their story tag all under the cut! 😊 Please feel free to reblog! 💙 Also this is my AO3 so all my stories are now in one place! (Other than Tumblr so actually findable now 🤣) (links are currently under construction but I will continue to update this post in the future)

Original Story Fics

Code Blue OCs + Tag 💻

(Spy novel about stumbling upon a family while on a secret mission to uncover a long hidden mystery to find out who you really are)

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Dragon's Heart OCs + Tag 🐉

(Fantasy novel about going off to explore the world while trying to accept both sides of yourself while one side just so happens to be a dragon)

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Me, Myself, and I OCs + Tag ☕️

(Slice of life novel about thoughtless wishes and being faced with your past and your future who now just so happen to be your new roommates)

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Rise and Fall OCs + Tag ☄️

(Super hero novel about falling from grace and rising from the ashes and fighting with what you once were while trying to figure out who you want to be)

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The Forgotten Goddess OCs + Tag 🦉

(Modern fantasy novel about remembering your past mistakes that lead you to where you are and doing your best to prevent the past from repeating itself)

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Missing Piece OCs + Tag 💎

(Adventure novel about going on a journey to change who you are only to stumble across people that don't see what's so wrong with you to begin with)

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The Chosen Ones OCs + Tag ⚔️

(Fantasy novel about revenge and taking down the organization that ruined your life until you find out that they ruined other lives too and you just so happen to acquire a child because of it)

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Fandom OC Fics

Ace Attorney OCs + Tag ⚖️

(under construction)

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ATLA OCs + Tag 💨

After the 100 year war is finally over Aisha, best friend to Suki and a member of the Kiyoshi warriors who have been traveling around and protecting earth nation citizens from the fire nation realizes that just because the war is finally over doesn't mean that her job is done. It's going to take a long time for peace to return to the world but maybe she can help it along.

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Doctor Who OCs + Tag 🌌

(under construction)

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Harry Potter OCs + Tag 🔮

(under construction)

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Into the Spider-Verse OCs + Tag 🕷

(under construction)

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Leverage (Redemption) OCs + Tag 💵

After Sophie and Hardison die during a job gone wrong the team fell apart. Lost in their grief they all went their separate ways for good this time until years later when Breanna realized that someone was taking out leverage teams one after another. She couldn't call the old gang after everything they lost so she decided to put together a new team in hopes that they can figure out who's behind this before all of Leverage International ceases to exist entirely.

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MCU OCs + Tag 🍁

Autumn didn't see much for her life when she imagined the future and often did her best to avoid doing so. But after her abusive mom dies Autumn discovers something about her family she never knew and things change in ways that she never imagined. Now she has a whole new future to look forward to if only she can manage to hold onto it.

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Miraculous Ladybug OCs + Tag 🦂

Marinette and Adrien thought they knew a lot about the miraculous after being Ladybug and Cat Noir for a couple years. But they were just about to find out how much they didn't know when a pair from one miraculous team per continent gets asked to join an ultimate group to team up and get rid of hawk moth and other villains they had been unaware of, for good.

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National Treasure OCs + Tag 🏴‍☠️

After finding two world changing treasures and going on a few more escapades, Ben, Abigail, and Riley decide to go on one last adventure... parenthood. Little did they know that their treasure hunting days wouldn't end with them. And when their old enemies find some way to finally get their revenge in the last way they would expect, it would be their children taking up the mantle as they search for the treasure of a life time to stop it from falling into the wrong hands.

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Percy Jackson OCs + Tag 🏺

(Under Construction)

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Star Wars OCs + Tag 🪐

Anakin had always said he didn't want to train a Padawan but that was before he and Obi-Wan were sent on a mission that would change his life. A seemingly standard end to a mission was disrupted when the slave traders they were about to apprehend were blasted back with the force by a slave girl who's name he would later to learn was Astraea. Although Obi-Wan had insisted Anakin leave her behind he knew that he had to give her the same chance Qui-Gon had given him all those years ago. When he had brought her before the council and they said she was too old for any master to agree to train her Anakin stepped forward and said that he would be her master, cementing the future and the prophecy of the Chosen One forever.

(Before anyone gets mad Ahsoka has not been forgotten. I love her too much to leave her out and she will actually end up becoming Astraea's padawan in the future.)

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Supernatural OCs + Tag 👻

(under construction)

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Teen Wolf OCs + Tag 🐺

(under construction)

[bakedbakermom]

if you ever find yourself writing fanfiction and thinking "this is too indulgent" that is the devil talking and he can go ahead and shut the fuck up

[dragon-gem]

Some days, the only way I can convince myself to keep writing my original story is with the promise that I’ll eventually have readers to write fanfiction for it.

Which is to say that any bit of motivation you can find to finish your story is great. Do it for yourself, do it for the characters who deserve to live and breathe, even if it’s only on a page. Do it for the reader who will be touched by what you had to say as if it was written for them. Heck, even do it for the fanfictions you’ll get to read someday.

Basically. Finish your book. Now. Go do it. I know you’re scrolling on tumblr instead of writing. Get out of here. Go!

[luna-azzurra]

Unpopular opinion but reading a lot does not automatically make you a better writer and i'm tired of pretending it does. Reading makes you a better reader. Writing makes you a better writer. They're related but they're not the same thing. You can read every book ever written and still not know how to be honest on the page. That part you have to earn separately and it costs more.

[wearwind-ao3]

I mean, I see what you're saying, but it doesn't meaningfully change anything in what that advice is getting across. If a person is already a writer, you'd have to willfully ignore the point to understand "be a better reader and you'll be a better writer" as "you don't need to practice." It's more if a "as you read, you will come across approaches, perspectives, and techniques that will inspire you to test your craft in new and exciting ways, so fill your cup if it ever feels stale or stuck."

Writing's an act of love. If it ever gets choked out by fear (of failure, inadequacy, clichè, etc), and clarity and honesty feel out of reach, the easiest way to dig it back is not to beat yourself up over inadequate skill, but to find that love in other stuff. Reading is writing in the same way firewood is flame. The spark happens in your mind.

[wearwind-ao3]

also because I just saw someone being like "I don't wanna read and imitate other people, I wanna write like myself!" and had feelings about it:

girl. I am holding you so gently right now. this is abject loneliness that you're subjecting yourself to. reading other people's thoughts doesn't take away from your own perspective, but what it gives you is the words to express yourself so that you will understand you. It gives you the literary vocabulary (images! symbols! metaphors! comparisons! pacing!) of your culture/s of choice, and shows you how use them to make sense of what you feel and what want to say, and then express it in a way that other people will understand you too. Literature isn't a rally where there's one voice blaring out for others to listen, it's a conversation. You're writing to be read. You and your readers will need a common language. You acquire that language by reading widely. And then not only do you get better at expressing your feelings to others, you find others who feel the same, and suddenly the world's a greater and more beautiful place where you can go, "you too?! I thought it was just me!"

I promise this is not taking one whit of your individuality away. You might be exposing yourself to all of those outside influences but the I in the centre, the mind that decides and interacts and feels, that's the voice that will always be unique. You just gotta channel it in a way that can be understood.

If you wanna write: read. Please.

[jarvis-is-my-copilot]

Hellooo! Hope you're having a lovely day! I have a word from and for the "One Word Writing Prompts" post: #10 - Nostalgia.

Thanks for sending in an ask and making my day better ☺️ (btw this is about my ocs when they're in their teens)

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“Man this brings back memories,” Felix said as he threw a snowball at Mason and hit him in the chest.

“Why am I always the one targeted,” Mason grumbled under his breath.

“It's because you're not fast enough, slowpoke!” Jackie said with a laugh before throwing a snowball at Felix from behind the bench where she was crouching down.

“Oh no my hair!” Felix exclaimed, doing his best to brush the snow from his hair without messing it up too much.

Unlike Felix Avery had no fond childhood memories of throwing snowballs at friends during the winter season. At the orphanage where she grew up the girls were banned from having snowball fights since it got their uniforms all wet and muddy. But nonetheless this gave her a warm feeling deep inside that fought off the chill that bit at her nose and fingertips.

“You guys suck at snowball figh—“ Cameron began as he walked up to them, before Avery cut him off with a snowball to the face.

She ducked down behind her snow formation before Cameron or anyone else had a chance to get her.

“Hey no fair I didn't even say I was playing and Icount see you!” Cam said stomping his foot.

Avery couldn’t blame him, she was hiding well behind a snow drift she had created to disguise her location. Although he could act more mature about the whole thing. Just because he was fifteen didn't mean he had to act like a child.

“All’s fair in love and war, brother,” Carmen said from behind him, following up with a snowball at Cam’s back.

“Carm!” Cameron whined.

Then he bent over and packed some snow into a snowball but before he could throw it the snowball was knocked out of his hands by Kai who came out of nowhere.

“Stop whining, rich boy, and you might be able to hit someone,” Kai said before he ducked down next to Jackie.

“Hey get your own hiding spot!” Jackie elbowed Kai in the side, doing her best to push him from behind the bench.

“Chill, learn to share,” Kai snapped and pushed Jackie back causing her to fall in the snow.

“Watch yourselves,” Stella snapped, sitting on the bench Jackie and Kai were hiding behind.

That made it an even better hiding spot seeing as no one would dare risk hitting Stella for fear of her wrath.

“Yes, Stella,” Kai and Jackie chorused.

“Hey guys, how about we do teams! Kai and Jackie, Cameron and Mason, Stella and Avery, and Carmen and me!” Felix spoke up, getting all of their attention.

“I would never be on a team with you, Ramirez,” Carmen said haughtily.

“Fine, bonita, you can be with Avery and I can be with Stella,” Felix replied, his lips downturned in a pout that did nothing to remove the irritation from Carmen's face.

Avery wondered when Felix would finally move on from his infatuation with Carmen and just admit to himself that he really liked Jackie. It didn't take Avery long to realize how much Felix cared for her and how hard he was trying to hide it by flirting with Carmen.

“Don't involve me in your mayhem,” Stella said with a sniff as she watched them.

“But Stella! If you're not on my team I'll be all alone,” Felix whined, pulling out his signature pout again.

While it might not have worked on Carmen it sure worked on everyone else including Stella.

“Fine you little brat,” Stella said, the softness of her expression offsetting the harshness of her words.

As soon as the words left her mouth Stella gathered a big pile of snow in her arms and turned to dump it on Jackie and Kai before sprinting away causing everyone, other than Kai, to laugh.

“I'll get you back for that!” Kai shouted after Stella while Jackie just giggled.

The rest of them quickly split into their teams, snowballs being thrown left and right as the sun fell in the sky. By the end of the day they were all wet and cold and there were no real winners but they all had a great time and Avery knew she would remember that day for many Winters to come.

[bebx]

[bluejay-in-write]

"Misguided Ghost"

Stand-alone snippet (924 words)

Inspired by the song Misguided Ghost by Paramore and written almost a year ago. I came across this trying to reignite my passion and love for writing... Maybe by posting it I'll get a nudge from the universe when I try to write tonight and remember what it was like to love writing without fear or shame. (even though this snippet was sadly from far after that time)

~ 💙 ~

This is the ninth time this month that I’ve seen him go to my grave and weep. It’s better than last month. Last month he visited me seventeen times.

Well he didn’t visit me exactly, more so my final resting place. Even though I technically wasn’t resting so it wasn’t exactly final. It’s not like I was any better following him around everywhere. At least he let time build up in between the moments where he’d mourn.

On the other hand I was mourning all the time. Mourning what we had, what could’ve been. You’d think me not being alive would be one of my biggest regrets. You’d be wrong.

My biggest regret was not telling him I loved him before I died. At least then he wouldn’t be here right now mourning someone who he wasn’t even sure loved him.

It’s disappointing that most of the stories were wrong about ghosts. We can’t moan ominously or make any sounds that the living can at all. If I had been able to I would’ve told him the first time he had come to my grave alone after the funeral.

We had been best friends and so I wasn’t surprised that he was upset about my death, but it almost shocked me back to life when I saw him lay a single red rose at the foot of my tombstone before kneeling to kiss it gently. My arm had reached out for him before passing through entirely reminding me of my new lonely reality.

I lowered myself to sit next to him instead although it was more like I was hovering than actually sitting. But as I crossed my legs and leaned back on my hands, one place directly on top of his even though he would never know, it felt close enough. As close as I would ever get anymore.

He had taken a deep breath, drawing my eyes back to him instead of my tombstone that he just kissed, and then he began to talk. He had talked for an hour before his voice started to get hoarse. Then he continued to sit in silence for a couple moments more before lifting himself from his kneeling position and returning to his car.

I didn’t follow him after that. Not at first. I was still digesting everything I had heard. He had been in love with me for years, even longer than when I had first fallen in love with him.

Apparently he had been planning to tell me a week before I had died.

We had planned a camping trip for his birthday, just the two of us. He had always loved the stars and where we lived they were almost impossible to see, the lamp posts always so bright warding the darkness away but also the light of the night sky. So I wanted to take him somewhere special for his birthday, somewhere he could see the night sky properly.

From what I remember we were all alone laying on our backs and looking up at the stars. But when I finally looked away from the view above us—he was right, the stars really were beautiful—I saw that he was looking at me instead.

It was almost enough for me to finally act on my feelings until an ice cold fear had gripped me. The last thing I wanted to do was ruin our friendship on his birthday. So I turned my head to look back at the stars and wished with everything in me that he wouldn’t discover how I felt.

Apparently that was the moment he was going to do it but something must've stopped him. He didn’t say what it was while he was talking to my grave, unaware that I had been listening in on the conversation.

Maybe he had been just as scared as I was that night. Or maybe my wish had come true and he never thought I would return his feelings in a million years just like I assumed the same about him.

Or maybe just maybe he had been holding in his feelings so long that it had become more comfortable to keep them inside and carry them with him than to finally speak them aloud and share them with me.

Who knows—I definitely never would. After he left me that night I began to explore. Staring at your own tombstone gets boring after a while and it’s not like they’re writing novels on those things.

First I visited my family although it wasn’t like I had much of one. It was just me and my brother, both of us alone after our parents passed away. I had wondered if maybe they had been turned into ghosts as well but if they had they must’ve been long gone.

Maybe they traveled far away from here, who knows they always talked about visiting the grand canyon. With floating bodies that didn’t require energy to move it made that dream way more realistic then when the four of us were living in a trailer park just struggling to get by.

Or maybe they figured it out, what had caused this whole ghost thing, and managed to go wherever you were supposed to go after this, y’know if you hadn’t been turned into a ghost.

Still a part of me hoped that if I looked long enough or hard enough I would find them. No such luck. There was not another ghost to be found.

Not one, except me.

[the-wip-project]

Can i just say thank you so very much for sharing the intuitive writers podcast because i listened to just one episode five tips for intuitive writers and every single one hit the nail on the head and I'm pretty sure this is gonna change my life as a writer but also just my life period!!!!!

Like i used think there must be something wrong with me when i couldn't write like other people do or plan like other people do. And very time i tried to figure out how i did things in the past trying to put logic to my actions that were always based very much on my feelings at the time and some internal direction just kept giving me a headache.

Eventually i started to feel stupid for not understanding how my own mind works when it came to writing and not being able to replicate past actions and now i finally have something that could help me be the best writer I can be instead of trying to force myself to be the kind of writers my friends are so thank you so much for sharing the thing that finally opened my eyes!!! ☺️

- @bluejay-in-write

Ohh! Thank you for telling me, that is wonderful!

Did you find the podcast by Becca Symes at the betterfasteracademy.com? She has so many good episodes.

I very much recommend her book about intuitive writing, it made me feel so much better about my own chaotic process. Another book I always recommend for discovery writers is "Survival Kit for Writers Who Don't Write Right" by Patricia McLinn.

I believe in you! I believe you will be the best writer you can be!

Evey writer is different and there is no process that works for everyone. Some authors even say that the process is different for every book they write. It's really all about letting the story leads you and following your intuition.

[the-wip-project]

I went back to Becca Syme's podcast and I really want to recommend the episode @bluejay-in-write mentioned:

QuitCast Episode 4.11: Five Tips for Intuitive Writers

And today I listened to an episode about building yourself templates for your writing and how to help yourself when you're stuck:

QuitCast Episode 4.12: Certainty Templates for Intuitive Writers

Highly recommended.

[the-wip-project]

Summer Writing! 💕

We're starting today with the first week in June. Yay!

🏖️

In this challenge you set your own goal and I would love for you to announce it publicly.

Your goal can be whatever you want to get done over the summer, and you can change it from week to week. It can be a wordcount, or edited pages, or a set of time spent on a project. This is up to you, depending on what you feel comfortable with and what you need to do.

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Track your process however you like. You can use sites like trackbear or mywriteclub to track your process, or a spreadsheet, or just write it into a notebook, a graphic, a document.

I have a weekly calendar for you and @mareebrittenford made a cool spreadsheet to track your process (a how-to is coming up). I've put everything into this folder:

Here's a link to the spreadsheet on Google, if that works better for you

Summer Challenge 26.xlsx

And here's a graphic for you:

That's the first calendar. Set your own goal and fill in what you would like to use as a prompt (optional) and then track what you've accomplished every day.

My prompt for you for this week is: bracing

Who's with us? Let's hear it for summer writing!

[bluejay-in-write]

Ahhhh okay i just remembered this the other day and was thinking about what i wanna do this summer and honestly i think the biggest thing for me is i just wanna feel like a kid again and WRITE! yknow like i wanna write more than i have since i was in high school and didn't have to worry about bills or a job and was just writing in school when i was done with whatever shit they assigned. SO i can't exactly do that at work BUT i was thinking more than a word count or anything in particular i just want to spend more of my time writing in general. So my goal for this summer or at least for June to start with is to do a 15 minute sprint at least once a day! 🥳

[rowanisawriter]

write insane shit that’s way beyond your perceived ability and skill level even if you don’t finish it even if you think it sucks

[st-just]

A character trait/dynamic that I'm endlessly compelled by is someone dealing with (or, like, failing to) being the child of people who were too busy being good people to have the time and attention to be good parents. This can be anywhere from 'was a public defender who gave a shit working 60 hour weeks with basically no vacations' to 'left their family behind to join the revolution/war effort and is now a universally beloved martyr-hero who saved/remade the world with their final breath' on the groundedness spectrum. The important thing is a viscerally felt but confused and ugly mess of longing, resentment, and guilt about feeling the resentment.

[st-just]

A character trait/dynamic that I'm endlessly compelled by is someone dealing with (or, like, failing to) being the child of people who were too busy being good people to have the time and attention to be good parents. This can be anywhere from 'was a public defender who gave a shit working 60 hour weeks with basically no vacations' to 'left their family behind to join the revolution/war effort and is now a universally beloved martyr-hero who saved/remade the world with their final breath' on the groundedness spectrum. The important thing is a viscerally felt but confused and ugly mess of longing, resentment, and guilt about feeling the resentment.

[lutra-panchi]

A Note on Magical Word Structure

While scanning through a lot of magic posts on tumblr, I’ve seen a lot of tags misusing suffixes. In particular “-mancy” gets used as a general term for magic works, I guess because it just sounds mystical in nature. As someone deeply in love with facts and the English language, such misappropriations van be a little off putting. With one simple search, it would be immediately and obviously revealed that -mancy specifically refers to forms of divination; i.e. cartomancy, the use of cards in divination.

The obvious exception is of course, ‘necromancy’. The term actual literally means ‘conferring with the dead as a mean to divine answers’, but modern media has bastardized the word into encompassing a strange hodgepodge of dark arts involving corspes. This is wholey inaccurate, and probably is the single reason for that abuse of -mancy. However, the fact that we study eclectic wisdom not typically included in modern academia, is no excuse to abandon higher study practices and formal education. And so, I present a brief list of suffixes and how they can and are applied to magic.

-Mancy: A form of divination.

(CRYSTALLOMANCY: Divination by crystal gazing.)

-Graphy: Writing or feild of study.

(TASSEOGRAPHY: Study of tea leaves)

-Tion: Action of.

(INCANTATION: Act of chanting.)

-Ology: Study of.

(NUMEROLOGY: Study of numbers.)

-Ism: Practice or system of.

(MYSTICISM: Practising mystic arts.)

-Ry: Occupation of.

(PALMISTRY: Work of reading palms.)

-Ic: Having characteristics of.

-Scopy/Scope: Examination of.

(HOROSCOPE: Examination of a time.)

-Sis: Action, state, condition, or process of.

(TELEKINESIS: Process of long distance psychic interaction.)

-Magy: A form of magic.

The suffix -Magy would be a much more logical end to a custom word describing a practice of magic, and far better than the overused -mancy. For instance, magic with technology would become ‘technomagy’. Magic involving thoughtforns would become ‘tulpamagy’. It’s a slight change in spelling and pronunciation, but a huge shift in meaning.

I hope this will clear up some confusion on not only naming of magic practises, but also understanding the meaning of names of existing practices. As always, I’ll update this post as I find more useful ideas, and I’ll probably also make an extensive list of magic related studies and words for reference purposes.

[cheaphalloweencostume]

The iron hook slid free from his shoulder with a wet metallic shriek. Something black and arterial splashed across the stones between them.

The torturer stepped back instinctively. Not out of mercy. Out of surprise. The prisoner laughed. Not loudly. Worse than loudly. Softly. Like he had just remembered a private joke older than civilization.

“You still think pain is a language,” he said.

Another blow. This time across the mouth. Teeth cracked. Blood sheeted down his chin in long ribbons.

The interrogator hissed through clenched teeth. “Tell me where God went.”

The prisoner turned his head slowly. There was blood in his smile now.

“There are organisms,” he said, “living beneath Antarctic ice that have never seen the sun and have still learned how to eat.”

The room had gone very still. Somewhere in the dark, machinery groaned.

The interrogator grabbed him by the jaw hard enough to bruise bone.

“You think this makes you immortal?”

The prisoner spat a clot of red onto the floor between them.

“No,” he whispered.

“I think it makes you temporary.”

The torches flickered.

For one impossible second, the interrogator became aware of his own pulse. The heat in his veins. The soft wetness of his eyes. The damp animal electricity inside every living thing. The prisoner watched realization bloom across his face and smiled wider, blood running between his teeth.

“You cannot threaten a creature from the dirt,” he said, “with returning to the dirt.”

— excerpt from Shit I Just Made Up To Exemplify How All This Tumblr Prose Sounds

[succubusboyfriend]

you have permission to pick that 2 year old "abandoned" project back up. it's not mad at you for setting it aside. and maybe time and distance have helped ease or erase the things that made you put it down in the first place.

[derinthescarletpescatarian]

Someday I'm gonna get so so good at making art. Just you wait. I'm going to write stuff that is so awesome.

[edhelwen1]

Kinda hard to believe you (in particular) could get better than what you've already written. And yet I know you will, because that's the manner of how the world works. If you (in general) continue to work at something (like writing), you get better at it.

Can't wait to see what you (in particular) do next.

[derinthescarletpescatarian]

Someday I'm gonna make something really good and you're all gonna fucking cry. In joy. From how good a time you're having.

[ovadioisdead-blog]

im in actual disbelief that this just happened while i was writing down this joke to remember later