My dear nirei, so caring and protective of your friends, you shouldered them all, and you cared so damn much about the both of them. Protecting sakura, holding on to suo, keeping it all together. I wonder if you’re okay.

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My dear nirei, so caring and protective of your friends, you shouldered them all, and you cared so damn much about the both of them. Protecting sakura, holding on to suo, keeping it all together. I wonder if you’re okay.
Relationship Conflicts that don’t Center Romance
a healer in a plague-stricken city discovers their apprentice is immune to the symptoms, but also a silent carrier that is actively spreading the disease
two friends running a small criminal operation are offered immunity if one testifies against the other, but both begin separately planning to take the fall to protect the other’s future
a successful warlord meets their former apprentice, who has become a pacifist negotiator
after growing up in an extremely toxic environment, one sibling wants to leave and the other doesn’t understand why
when one of the kids of a supernatural hunter family is turned into a werewolf, their sibling needs to dismantle their belief system to help keep them safe
finding out that they only got their job because a friend pulled some strings without telling them causes someone to reevaluate their skill and success
former roommates at an academy for muscle-for-hire meet again. one has become a bodyguard, the other an assassin, and both now have the same mark
after finding out their best friend betrayed them years ago, they chose to get revenge now, as the pain is fresh
a spirit becomes accidentally attached to a random disaster of a person and helps them tackle everyday life
[Prompt Calender: June 5th, Aromantic Visibility Day]
suo made the mistake of getting involved with the main character’s nonsense on the very first day of school and he hasn’t had a full night’s sleep since
Setting & Atmosphere Ideas!!
𐙚⋆.˚ The smell that hits before anything is seen
𐙚⋆.˚ How a room feels different at 3am vs. 3pm
𐙚⋆.˚ The sound that's only noticeable when everything else goes quiet
𐙚⋆.˚ Light quality, yellow and warm vs. cold and fluorescent
𐙚⋆.˚ The thing that's slightly wrong about an otherwise normal space
𐙚⋆.˚ Temperature as mood (the specific chill of a hospital, the thick heat of a fight)
𐙚⋆.˚ What a space says about the person who lives in it
𐙚⋆.˚ The background noise that tells you exactly where you are
𐙚⋆.˚ Weather that mirrors without being too obvious about it
𐙚⋆.˚ The one detail a character notices that reveals what they're looking for
𐙚⋆.˚ How familiar places look different after something changes
𐙚⋆.˚ The texture of things: rough, worn, too-new, cold metal
𐙚⋆.˚ Empty spaces that feel occupied. Occupied spaces that feel hollow.
𐙚⋆.˚ The way sound travels differently in grief vs. joy
𐙚⋆.˚ Objects that carry history without explaining it
𐙚⋆.˚ The specific ugly of a beautiful place when you're in the wrong mood
𐙚⋆.˚ Noticing the exit first (what that says about a character)
𐙚⋆.˚ The before-storm stillness applied to non-weather moments
𐙚⋆.˚ How a space shrinks when tension fills it
𐙚⋆.˚ The detail so specific it makes everything around it feel real
i crashed out about the comic for an hour straight
vivinos please i can't do this anymore
Also applies to "AI" "artists" and "musicians."
The specific pain of having the perfect sentence arrive in your head at the exact moment you cannot write it down. driving. shower. falling asleep. never at the desk. never when the document is open. i have lost more good sentences to the gap between the bed and the phone than i have ever actually written.
I think the reason writers are so weird about their wips is because explaining a story before it's done is like showing someone a dream. it made total sense five seconds ago. it was vivid and real and it meant something. now you're saying the words out loud and watching the other person's face and the whole thing is just. evaporating. "it's about a woman who...okay there's also a house..." and the dream is gone. you killed it by looking at it. don't tell anyone about your wip.
just remembered suo's best subject is chemistry. he knows 5 languages but his best subject isn't english or japanese, but chemistry
A non-writer asked me "but where do you get your ideas" and i genuinely did not know how to explain that it's not a place. it's not a website. it's not a folder. it's that i was on the bus and a woman was holding a paper bag very carefully and something about the way she held it made me need to know what was inside and then i needed to know why she was sad about it and then there was a whole person and then there was a whole story and the bus had already stopped and i missed my stop. that's where.
Something something Umemiya's catchphrase being "leave it to your big brothers" vs. Suo being the youngest in rc and having the most responsibility
Writing is just aggressively whispering “Suffer.” at fictional people and then crying about it like it wasn’t your fault.
POV: You just wanted to write a silly little one shot and now it turned into a high-complex novel that demands you to expand it onto 80 chapters. 🙂
It doesn't matter if you wrote 5,000 or 50 words today.
It doesn't matter if all you did was day-dream about your characters while staring at the ceiling.
You are still a writer and your progress is valid.
Yes yes i know love is love. But they are still killing CHILDREN. over this.
Write whatever you want. Write that incredibly niche thing that only two other people on earth will get. Write the super indulgent cliche thing that makes you kick your feet giddily. Write the angry rage story that whumps them all and makes people cry.
Whatever it is that YOU want to write. Write it. Because only YOU can.