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not arguing with a vampire with cute fangs and big, round eyes. whatever you say, beautiful
The love of the Endless
i’m sharing here what is meant to be the first chapter (out of gods know how many). for now, you may expect angst, alternating POV, soulmate AU undertones and reincarnation related themes 👀👀
gender neutral reader ofc ❣️
for more details and upcoming chapters, hmu on A3O!
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A stinging pain where one’s heart should reside, but could the mighty Desire have a heart after all?
What is this feeling, this tearfully painful fire burning from within, begging to be let out, begging not to be suppressed. To scream.
You’re as beautiful as the day they left you. The hair slightly different, clothes suitable for the current human era and yet somehow completely unmistakeable. Completely you.
And you just passed them by, down the street in a pouring rain, just like that, and yet completely knocking Desire of their rhythm. As if time on Earth never existed, as if it never touched you, not even once.
the sheer offensiveness of rereading something you wrote, discovering that, hey, it’s actually pretty good, and then reaching the end, wherein you realize that if you want more you actually have to write it
fuck’s sake
writers will look at their own WIPs and be like “is anyone gonna finish that” and then close the tab
I feel so attacked right now…
i love how randomly my writer’s blocks’ end.
like i couldn’t write anything coherent for months and months on end, only to come up with a brilliant multi-chaptered story based on the idea of reincarnation after literally 5 seconds of seeing Mason Alexander Park’s Desire of the Endless in The Sandman
life’s too short to be embarrassed you read x reader fan fiction. live ur life and date as many imaginary boys as u want
no but that text post abt writing being dead on tumblr - not specifically bc ppl are leaving it but bc readers don’t reblog stuff they read/like - made me think...
imagine daydreaming. and coming up with ideas on random occasions, maybe at work/school/classes. imagine that those ideas involve characters you love, ones that have fandoms and in those fandoms - big or small - there are people just as invested in those characters, in their evolution, history, everything that goes unspoken on the big/small screen, in the books/comic books.
then imagine spending hours on a single wip, just because all these ideas, thoughts occupy your mind, they need space to expand. imagine having many rough ideas written down in some doc, imagine having many of said docs.
and imagine that you polish one idea for days/weeks, just to get the feelings/description/dialogue perfect and fitting so somehow it becomes a story. imagine that people are interested in the idea, so you post the story once it’s finished.
now imagine getting asks/messages from people who liked your story, imagine the encouragement, the thumbs up that make you keep going.
because it finally feels like your idea wasn’t just good in your head. the validation of your creativity, of the hours/days/weeks spent on perfecting your idea, and in consequence also your craft - which, trust me, gets better with time and with all the next stories that you write down with the said kudos from others.
comments/messages matter so much. they are much like the ‘thank you letters’, with verbal and physical you give creators during conventions, events like comic con etc. if you got the chance to meet your favourite actor/actress/musician/screenwriter/director you’d probably want to thank them for their work, you’d tell them how their art impacted you. because creators do that to you, they inspire, they motivate us. and they need just as motivation and feedback! and then treat reblogs as those who purchased the art that those creators created. they spread a message that a certain piece of work is worth attention, that it should be read/seen/known. that it should be spread and given the - dingdingding - attention!!!
we like to take online creators - especially those who post their work anonymously - for granted. because there will always be someone willing to post their work for free for a small chance for validation, right?
what i’m trying to say is, our interests shape our lives. some of those online creators, with enough encouragement, will be brave enough to make their creative skill a part of their career, a part of their daily life. you never know how one’s life looks like. and sometimes that one message might just determine whether a creator will or will not continue to pursue their dream. we’re all just dreamers in the end.
“tumblr is so dead right now, no one’s writing” yeah becky, no one wants to write for u after rudely demanding something in their ask box, only hearting the post, and not supporting any of the writers u want to “stay” on tumblr dot com.
JOSEPH QUINN as EDDIE MUNSON — STRANGER THINGS | S04E08
It doesn't matter if you're a slow writer or a fast writer. If you're writing 1000 words every day or 100 words in a month. If you're amazing at starting new wips, but never really finish one. Even if all the beautiful stories are just in your head for now. You're still a writer.
EDDIE MUNSON + hands
I’m starting to suspect that the only way to get my fics written is to write them
NO. NOPE.
JOSEPH QUINN as EDDIE MUNSON in STRANGER THINGS 4.08 “Papa”
okay but what if I just created an AU where we have Robin AND Eddie since the 2nd season (as we should) and it’s all bi confusion, family drama and besties to soulmates kinda situation where the reader is forced to move to Hawkins the way Max and Billy did but the whole plot is actually following Eddie’s mixtape I carefully created bc hyperfixation is a chronic illness and I cannot focus on studying instead????!?!
“yeah can i get a 60k with everything on it”