#ramble writing

[pixelatedrose]

ro! hi!! i’m so sorry im late! school has been a little more overwhelming than usual- but i’m here now and i’ve got to tell you how absolutely wonderful amnesiac is! as soon as i saw you posted something new i legitimately dropped my pencil in the middle of writing, announced aloud to no one “ro posted”, and proceeded to read through tears. i loved the interactions between ghostbur and alivebur, the way their personalities collide was so interesting to see. and! and! and! i really liked how it felt sorta broken, but not choppy, does that make sense? like the transitioning back and forth, and how ghostbur couldn’t remember what had just happened made it feel like pieces were broken up or missing, but it still flowed just as nicely as your work always does! i’m not sure if that made sense, hopefully some of it did haha, but what i’m really trying to say is that your writing is incredible, you’re so insanely talented, and even though i know all of this you never fail to amaze me everytime :D i hope you’ve had a lovely day and you’re able to get some sleep tonight 💛 !

Anon!!!! Oh my god hi!!! Jesus wow first of all: i completely understand the school thing. Like, far too much lol. The only reason i don't dip in and out for days is cause content and interatctions are the only thing keeping me sane lol. So dw if you need to leave for a few days bc of school m8 i getcha.

Second: THANK YOU!!! I was especially proud of the way i wrote Amnesiac because it's supposed to feel broken, you know? Theres one part in there- the part i put in place of wil kicking his router- where i had Ghostbur go through a whole scene with Wilbur only to have the whole scene restart with very slight differences and ghostbur's loss of memory of what JUST happened. I wrote it that way on purpose because i wanted it to seem as though- for the reader- that Ghostbur could have been through that scene an infinite amount of times and just not remember. Its difficult bc i want to be able to show that without being repetitive and i ended up sacrificing the ability to MAKE SURE that message got across in favor of a more engaging read- if a few people don't pick up on my subtlety, I'm fine with that.

Writing Ghostbur was fun, but writing Alivebur was even more fun! I actually scrapped the entire big scene between the two of them when i was first writing it bc it didn't feel like Alivebur. What i had at first was a scene with Wilbur breaking down and crying abt his actions on the hill- i much prefer the scene i did in the button room. Writing his dramatic ass and really being able to show his remorse and guilt for what he did in a way that felt like WILBUR was fascinating- i want to do it again some time!

Anyway thank you again as always for your kind as ever words, Anon!!! Ily and i missed you and I love to hear from you 💛

[miniaturemallow]

Sitting so close to where your roommate had set up their snack hoard really was unwise, especially with you being as small as you are. 

You both were sitting on the couch, watching something on TV. Well, your roommate was watching the TV. Your eyes can’t help but be drawn to the snacks disappearing down their gullet. Their massive hand would come down upon one of the variety of plates and bowls inches from you. You’d look up to your roommate’s looming form, the handful they had grabbed dropping into their mouth and with hardly any time spent chewing, a series of gulps sent that snack down their throat.  Those snacks now sat in your roommate’s soft belly.

You couldn’t help but be fixated on them, on something so simple as them eating. It was embarrassing. They probably had no idea something like that got to you, and you’d like to keep it that way.  You’d say you were glad that your roommate didn’t bother to look down at where they were grabbing as they mindlessly snacked  But that would soon prove to be problematic for you.  Their hand overshot a plate by just a bit, but it still found something to grab. You. And you were too confused to even try and squirm. You were already in their mouth by the time you registered what was going on.  Now you were really glad your roommate wasn’t one to chew their food well. Because that’s what you were then. You did manage to come to your senses enough to try and stop your decent down, but it really was no use. Coated in saliva, all it took was a bit of a forceful swallow and you were now that lump in their throat you’d been watching.

You couldn’t see a thing. From the claustrophobic pull downwards, to the now slightly more open space you were dropped into You could feel it though. The warmth, the churning. The mushy mess of food that had been building up inside their belly  Panicked, you tried to find your bearings in the sea of food and find a wall to hold tight to.  You called out to them as loud as you could past the gurgles and glorps, pounding a fist into their flesh

The only response you received was a thick belch that rumbled around you, shifting the air in your warm confines.  Another desperate attempt by you was drowned out by more gluttonous sounds and a continuing downpour of snacks. 

It wasn’t until your roommate turned to where they thought you had been to ask you something that they realized that you weren’t there.  Would they realize where you have gone was the question now. 

[ihaveasecretlesbocrushonyou]

I don’t know why but recently I have been wanting flowers. I hate flowers. I think they’re beautiful but they fuck with my allergies. Yet, they mean love. And I want to feel loved right now. I want to feel warmth. Now, no one gives me that kind of love. So I am trying to figure out how to give it to myself like Lizzo says in that one song. Make a homecooked meal, drink wine, and buy myself flowers. Write a love note to myself. Pleasure myself. If only I could kiss myself. I want to be kissed. I want to be held. I have not felt physical touch in so long. No one holds me anymore. I crave love so much. I need to learn to give myself love.

[the-worlds-wife]

People are forever asking me what my ideal relationship would be, what am I looking for, what do I want. I can only laugh and say I'm sure she will find me. I want to find love, like a philosophers search for the meaning of life or finding fried eggs in haribo packets. I crave holding hands, I lust over forehead kisses, in a time where the biggest form of romance is heart shaped emojis- I am done with it. Gone will be the hashtag love, the staring at a screen instead of each other, the I miss you texts whilst lying in an empty bed, the string of drunk cheats and forgiveness's, that was not something I signed up for. I want to hold doors open and speak for hours on end, sure the sex will probably be amazing, but I desire a intimacy beyond teeth on lips, to trust another person to take my love and drink in it.

[mylegsarewhatsfordinner]

Mark's spirit had followed Lee and his friend's on the journey to and in Savannah. He had watched the people he had loved, Doug, Ben, and Lee die right before his eyes. It pained him really to see the people he cared about die. But yet... something had bothered him. "Everyone...forgot about me..." Nobody really had brought the man up on their adventures. They talked about Larry and Lilly and Doug but... He... was never mentioned. Was it because nobody had appreciated his friendship? Was it because he was too nice to be remembered? The poor wandering spirit never got the recognition he deserved. So... ends the tale of the forgotten pilot.

[deldrimor]

I DELETED THAT BC I WAS EMBARASSED BUT ILL HAVE U KNOW I AM BEING WHIPLASHED BY MY DWARF FEELINGS

[deldrimor]

i dont remember who i told this honestly but the nerd grasmere tribe babies reminded me about some parts of ely's character hardcore

about how he's not particularly good at anything and doesn't want to be. at skill level, he is very ordinary, good at things but never exceptional at them. (unless you count being very attentive to the weather a talent but it's not very) even now in the present he uses a sword and shield, a lionguard staple but something he's most comfortable with

before he deserted the lionguard, he was the opposite. he was a glory chaser and wanted to earn his place as sheriff as quickly as possible, in the brightest way possible, but he burned out fast. and that hastiness was what got him into trouble, what probably killed most of his unit were the mistakes he made in his final decisions in second-in-command at that outpost

he's taken that into sharp extremes, after running away from civilization and plopping down in grasmere. that fame and heroes aren't for him and he's learned more from patience, from standing watching the outskirts of grasmere by himself for hours; that what he wanted and what he wanted people to see him as were two different things. he doesn't like cities, he likes the stars. he likes not needing to small-talk. he likes smoking and incense and watching peoples lives go on that he knows sometimes what they like, too

and he became caisaels 'self-appointed' sheriff of the town, which is ironic enough but he is probably the most of a body presence in the town, always looking out for things and people even though he barely says anything to them and doesn't seem interested but he's actually terribly invested and doesn't want to be inclusive

he wants to blend in, watch people like caisael, rio, and coreosa have purposes and meaning and making an impact. but elyurias has made such a disconnect from wanting anything for himself and is so Chill with it that the only action he'll take is making sure they don't repeat what he did and don't fight for things just because they can. that the motivation there is a good one

and maybe in the jungle he'll figure out what he wants for himself, and what he wants to do, because even now his largest concerns are for others well-being.

storm dad 2015