Non-writeblr stuff: @nikknamed , this blog is gonna be a bit... Chaotic. But it all about writing or my writing so we're good. Writeblr space // any and all tag games are welcome, just add me to whatever
I'm just gonna use this to introduce my wips. So... Here we go.
Some hashtags to filter things:
#my writing // #other people's writing -> selfexplanatory, my stuff, or their stuff, either with a link to the work or just plain old tumblr storytelling
#other people's writing talk // #my writing talk -> me (or others) talking about wips. I'm probably gonna make specific tags for specific wips so... Those are under the cut. (and others have their own tags for their wips. If your interested in them check out their own blog)
#writing talk // #my writing talk -> anything unrelated to my wips, about the writing process/etc.
(this is very outdated)
But also: (future) link to all my bingos!
Just put your lips on mine (I think we'll be fine)
Current main project (started writing October 2022 I think)
Jade kisses Tori and then they kiss again and with that begins their journey to figuring out what they want. Exploring the space between romance and friendship and finding out where these two stop or keep going. (Also, Jade and Beck are broken up but start finding their way back to friendship)
This story has given me major brainrot and I have written so many words ( > 66k in my phone app) yet around 10k words are online.
It's been an experiment with my writing scheme from the start and I'm basically using it to figure out how I can go about finishing a story.
#that Jori fic
I have almost reached the end. And I'm so grateful for this experience.
Time hoppers
WIP, there's two or three chapters written. Mostly worked on it in 2020/2021
Not released anywhere. But I started it thanks to a writing exercise in an irl writing group so... They know about it.
Original, time travelling, every chapter's a different pov, you find out more slowly every chapter, and it's in a school
Following every perspective we slowly uncover a mystery behind the timehopping school, why it exists, how timehopping works, and why it's mostly teens/children who've developed this 'gene' for it. (ideas aren't fully fleshed out yet but I love how every chapter adds another drop of information through the perspective of the new character. And how every character hops differently)
#timehops
The vampire story (name pending)
My baby. Next to "the dragon of Prydell", they're my brainchildren of original stories, waiting for me to be ready for them
Is actually still on wattpad (here) if you wish to read it but It's mostly just hanging in limbo
Original, think 'two skrunklies meet at a playground on halloween and one is a centuries old vampire while the other is a single dad of the most adorable child'.
The story is mostly about two men trying to find their way back into society, and forming this connection that helps them through it. I love them to pieces and the vampire is such a wet cat, the dad is kind of failing and the kid is adorable. They deserve the world. And one day, one day they'll get their story.
#A vampire story
Insomnia
Currently just hanging out in the back of my head. I came up with this story in 6th grade and am incredibly fond of it, so, one day...
The beginning of it used to be on wattpad for a bit but I took it down at one point and never put it back up
Original, "The neverending story" meets "the silver trilogy", YA (probably), wip
I don't have a blurb for this, because it's been a while, but it's about a school kid (gender still pending) who travels to a fantasy land in their dreams and tries to save it, while dealing with school stuff and life problems
As said before, this one's a wip. I came up with it when my parents took away my phone (after I discovered wattpad) because I read too much and I then wrote the intro chapter on paper as a protest. It then started spiraling out from there and I have a lot of worldbuilding in random documents.
I stopped working on it because the story hinged on the main character having flaws that could be the cause of this phenomena in the fantasy world, but they were too 'perfect self-insert' to have flaws, so I had to put it on the backburner for a while. (I still have the goal to write a mary sue story at one point but this story literally contradicts it so eh...) it's still in the back of my mind, and I'll probably end up talking about it and working on it from time to time. (the worldbuilding is very cool I love the world I created there)
Once again free space for extra stuff or hashtags
Sthsth
Space where I'd put the next story if it wasn’t 6am and I needed sleep
At the annual Houston RenFest we’d always get one or two furries that walk around and every time the general reaction from the medieval roleplayers is akin to “BEASTS? BEASTS THAT WALK LIKE MAN? FOUL!”
Last time I went a furry volunteered for an impromptu conversion/exorcism and a guy dressed as a monk gathered a bunch of people and using a Gatorade bottle performed an entire catholic christening while reading off the instructions on his Ipad. When the furry was fully “converted” he removed the head of his costume and everyone in the crowd pretended to freak out and say shit like “GlORY BE HE IS SAVED” “CHRIST HAS BROKEN HIS CURSE”
Back in 2015 or so, I went to a faire that was taking place near one of those “frozen in time” Victorian-era reenactment villages - the ones with bakeries, a blacksmith, farm animals and the like.
The actors from the village took great delight in showing up at the joust, dressed in 1890s clothing and declaring themselves to be time travellers “from the future, the far-off year of 1892!”
Just so you know, Tumblr friends, if you ever tag me for a writing/art/screenshot/whatever game and I don't play along, I do still appreciate the tag and would still love to be tagged again in the future if you think of me. I just don't always have something to give for a specific tag prompt, or I'm too busy at the moment.
funniest oopsie in fallout 4 is whoever made this signed baseball just googled random signatures and slapped them onto the ball asset and called it a day.
this club penguin character is canon to the fallout universe.
You have a superpower that keeps you safe: whenever you are in danger, time freezes.
You could be asleep, or in the middle of a conversation, or watching a movie. Time would stop and give you a chance to leave the area, and as soon as you were out of danger, time would immediately start up again
You walk in front of a bus and time stops until you exit its path. Someone tries to mug you, but suddenly you're gone; down the street and around the corner, so even when he turns around he can't see you, and therefore can't come after you.
One day you're watching tv at home and everything freezes. You look around, but you're alone. You get up and walk out of your apartment - the unnatural quiet, and the immobile dust motes suspended in the shaft of light from the window at the end of the hall tells you the danger still has not passed. You leave the building and the city is motionless. You walk down the street, then you go a few blocks, and before you know it you've traversed several neighborhoods, but nothing changes
After what feels like hours of walking, time still hasn't resumed, which means the danger still hasn't passed
After a very long time (you'd say multiple hours, but you can't estimate it well. There's nothing to estimate it by.) walking in random directions, it finally clicks. This isn't something that happened to you, it was going to destroy the whole city at least. You can't check your phone for news, because that requires a current to be transmitting information, so that's not an option. But you can open doors. And bars in the area are sure to have a tv. If any news about this came before time stopped, the screen is likely to still be stuck on that transmission. You know it's a low chance, but you have nothing else to try.
You go through ten bars before you give up.
Your second, desperate attempt is the news studio. If any information was about to be broadcast, you would fing it there. It takes a while to walk there by foot, but you can't take a car, since combustion is sure as hell not going to work when time doesn't. But after walking for a while you come across a bike. That only requires your movement to work, so you "liberate" it from it's frozen rider, after which you manage to get there before getting bored to death.
After trying the necessary doors and not finding a key, you break in through a window. You get lost a few times, not that it matters much, before you find something. They printed out the text, thank god, so no need for a working computer. You read. And then you lean on the wall for support. And slowly sink to the ground.
An atomic bomb. That's what's happening. That's what would've killed you. What would've killed everyone. You stare at the ceiling. Then you stare at the floor. You stare, for a long time. An unmeasurably slow moment. There is no way to stop this. Your best hope is to take your bike and drive until it won't hurt you. You check the paper to see how far to go. It's doable, everything is when your body can't get tired.
But..
You look at the news reporters around you, their frozen faces of fear, as they rushed through the preparations, to at least warn the people of what's coming. You see it in their faces. They knew they would die for this broadcast. And they were still late.
You can't leave them here.
The info on the paper is essential. You can guess at what distance your powers would proclaim you safe. It saved you from many things which would not have necessarily killed you before, so if you merely dragged people to the point where they would get hurt but wouldn't be likely to die... You could do it. It's doable. It must be done.
You start with the tv studio. At first you're uncoordinated, but after the first few you start a system, sweeping the building from one side to the other, from top to bottom. By the time you're done with the first building, you're sure it would have taken you at least three days, had the planet been turning.
You could've spent a century here, doing this. Your body can't get tired, you don't need to eat, or sleep, or to breathe, as all physiological needs are magically suspended. No time passes, no energy is spent, and yet you move. After a few houses, you draw out the safety line with chalk to keep track of it. You read a book, sometimes, just so you don't go crazy. It's not like you don't have the time for it. One by one the houses get emptied. One after another the streets are deserted. Block after block turn lifeless. City districts, moment ter eternal moment, slowly, torturously slowly, become ghost towns.
And then, after metaphorical, uncountable centuries of work, you are done. You took count, every house and every street adding up to a number somewhere around the official citizen count. There's piles of paper filled with the calculations. You still probably didn't get everyone. But you got a lot. You gave them a chance. You breathe a sigh of relief. You sit down, finish your book and take your bag.
And then you cross the line running.
The sound of the air moving around you reaches your ears for the first time in forever. With it, the sound of many, many confused people.
And as the sound of an explosion reaches you, with merely a gust of wind and slight warmth to tell you what has finally come to pass... You laugh.
Every now and then I think about digging even harder into the magic system of clockwork than I already have, and I think about how getting licensed to do anything more than a very basic magic is long, arduous, expensive and takes a ton of study. Even that basic license is probably a degree worse than getting a drivers license currently is. This would prolly be more effective if I actually explained the whole magic system but I’m just thinking aloud rn.
Alliard, who’s a published academic licensed for everything short of putting glyphs on other people, basically has the steampunk fantasy equivalent of a MS in something between computer science, linguistics, and like something hyperspecific, theoretical and math-y I can’t name. Even though it’s his weaker area he’s also got the discipline to work with spells after they’re off paper and not channel raw magic every time he’s in a fight. He’s not even a great example because he does not like his skills much and just wants to be an academic, so I can’t point out a specialty aside from war magic since he’s in the navy like it or not.
Point being he has a very impressive mage CV, and most people who want to do anything interesting need schooling and discipline kinda along his lines.☝️unless! You join the military to be a war mage. In which case 2 years of training and you get licensed to blow things up professionally, but not like, do repair or reinforcement spellwork on broad scales or safe heating probably.
Anyway the navy is always wondering why so many of their mages end up dead, and the call is coming from inside the house. Magic is pretty dangerous to handle, you can point out mages by small burn scars and often short hair to avoid a fire hazard but just. Send em out! It’ll be fine. They’ll get a lot done while they’re there. Magic born monsters aren’t real and can’t hurt you.
Good thing no one is asking me what my career aspirations are anymore because they've turned into writing a fanfic so good someone makes fan art of it. High aspirations indeed.
only the understandable wish to be part of a moment wherein the essence of the experience is so specifically profound that the creation of multiple perspectives is necessary to expand on the whimsy that has been initially witnessed.
you want your earnestness to elicit mutual creation to the benefit of your own, in a cycle of appreciation.
fuck it. be creative even if you never really *make* anything. write out plot synopses of stories and then move on. design OCs you'll never use. make mood boards and concept art and don't do anything with them. life's too short to forget everything that inspired you and creation doesn't have to be "complete" to be worth the time you put into it.
Never be afraid to recycle an idea you had for a project you already completed. Sometimes ideas really are just that good and deserve to be used more than once.
idk if this is a young fan thing or new fandom culture but some of yall think fics are abandoned way too quickly. a few months or a year or two is not unusual to go without a fic update. sometimes fics take longer to write, other times writers have rl events, or maybe there's multiple fics and one gets more priority. there are tons of reasons for fics not to be updated every week or every month. it also isn't uncommon for people to come back and update fics after a number of years—ive read updates that took five, or ten years. people's lives change, but they still want to tell their stories. personally, i never consider a fic abandoned unless the author has said so; though if it's been a few years i manage my expectations. but a last update being a year ago is... generally not a sign that a writer has abandoned their fic
