I do not have the original prompt since they did not supply it with theirs, but I believe it might be the one where you post phrases from your WIPs.
Hoo boy howdy. I’ve got too many of these, so I’m going to use some of my more recent ones divided up into fandoms.
“Like everything’s falling into place. There’s just something about having your own space to call home. It’s like…it’s mine and mine alone.” (From Lift the Veil, Chapter 13...which may or may not find its way onto my art and writing blog next week.)
I have miscellaneous SatoRisa written on my phone used more for venting and whatnot, but I don’t expect anything to arise from them because they’re just emotional word vomit lol
“…Yuri, no.” “Yuri, yes!” (From a college AU in which Yuri decides that it’s high time his best friend has the College Experience, whatever the hell that entails. It’s super fun, has dating shenanigans and whatnot, but it’ll be long because I don’t know how to write short one shots lol)
“…a beautiful sight like this, with the moonlight shining through this stained-glass, almost makes me believe there is a God. Almost.” (From a GoroHaru Medieval (?) times AU called Evening Primrose. It’s set in some indiscernible time of history with predominantly European roots. I saw some fanart a while back and churned it out, although I don’t know where I was going with it lol)
“Goro Akechi: the detective that both you and your sister abhor.” (From yet another GoroHaru AU, but it’s an older, arranged marriage one. I don’t know where I was going with this one either lol)
There’s another WIP I started on my phone, but the plot’s so convoluted I don’t know where I was going with planning it lol
Original Stuff (ohohohohohohohoho the secret goods)
I’m not trying to perpetuate that stereotype in media that going to therapy is the worst thing ever. Because it’s not. Getting your feelings out is good; but when the only thing you feel is that depressive numbness that invades every nook and cranny in your life because the magical SSRIs don’t work or that debilitating anxiety that you need a (prescribed) medicated high just to calm your body down from whatever innocuous thing had triggered you, eventually you get tired of talking about your feelings. (From Liminal Spaces, a story about a twenty year old trying to find her place again in the world. It’s been a novel germ I’ve been developing on and off for the past four or so years).
MC: “Can you stop making out with my dog, please?” / Jay: “…so that you can make out with me.” / Once the words that Jay whispered to me registered in my mind, I slap his arm. Jay just laughs hysterically at this, and Han just frowns at us, left out of the loop yet again. We make too many in-jokes regarding the…ambiguity…of my relationship with Han that the poor guy’s always getting left out. / Han: “I want to know.” / MC: “No, you don’t.” / Jay: “Yes, he does.” / MC: “BOY.” (From a semi-autobiographical visual novel based off of my life with a premise of food. Deciding the visual novel aspect wouldn’t work, I’ve scrapped that and have a somewhat coherent plot in the works. The characters names aren’t the same, but for the most part those interactions sum up these three characters and their relationship with each other well.)
Thanks for the tag! Now excuse me while I do the studying I’ve neglected to do for my two midterms tomorrow! ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ