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*holding a knife over a darling* I'm sorry dear :'( You're staying a draft forever :'( You did make me smile

I know I keep bringing this shit up, but one of the greatest joys in writing for me has to be rereading stuff I wrote. Like, I'm looking through the existing chapters of YODT and looking for a scene, and I come across this:

"I thought you didn't have the time to train me." "I don't. Not in the long run. I get you in, then you're on your own." Lydia followed Hirako into the room, its large wooden floor looking strangely empty. "I assume this is a training area, but do we need this much space?…" "You never know. Some people blow up." "I beg your pardon?"

I hope that once I'm finally done writing this goddamn thing that my readers find this as funny as I do. If not then I don't know what I'm gonna do

Edit:

"Enough info or d'you have questions?" "How does it wo—" "I dunno how it works. Anything else?" "…No?"

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I feel it. I thought it was gone when I sat down at the bakery earlier. I was like "oh noes my muse has shifted focus :<". But it hasn't. And now it's midnight and I just know it'll slip from my grasp if I don't type this up now.

I'm writing that TT fake-evil!Ichigo UraIchi fic one of these days you'll see

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It's the last day to preorder the Madness and Malice Zine!

So I thought I'd post a very short excerpt from my piece, called "Sunflower Eyes" (no I'm not doing this last minute because I nearly forgot, whatever do you mean). I felt these couple of paragraphs represented it well :)

She holds on tight as they walk up the staircase marked EXIT, where the white lights no longer line the ceiling and the tiles have a dirty yellow hue, and then down all the way to the door at the end of the hall—the one that is framed by the light seeping in from the other side. When they step outside, Nemu is so blinded that she closes her eyes. There is white—only white, everywhere. Everything is gone—the walls, the ceiling, even Akon next to her vanishes into the light. Then the brightness takes on colour. The tiles under their feet turn greyish. Little green sprouts poke from in between them. Up ahead, creamy walls rise from the floor, supporting bright orange roofs with clusters of leaves behind them waving in the summer wind. Last, as if lagging behind, the sky appears, its expanse taking on the dark blue hue of a cloudless twilight. And the first thing that comes to her mind is, It's the colour of Mayuri-sama's hair.

If interested, you can preorder the zine here.

#fun fact - i had to rewrite part with the description of the environment because it wasn't great on the first try lol #fract writing #writing thoughts #fract fics #mayuri #nemu #akon

Me: *realizes the story I'm writing has lots of rain in it and that Zangetsu is an air spirte indebted to Ichigo*

My brain: Do it

Me: I'm really rusty though. I barely remember anything about it

My brain: You have the book at home. Just do it

Me: ...Fuck it, I'm referencing The Tempest. Lemme go freshen up on my symbolism