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[power-of-determination]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Thinking about Flowey hours!! He’s just so

Title: Golden Idol

Rating: G

Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

    Royal Memorial Fountain, 201X

            as seen by a completely unrelated flower

Characters: Asriel, Alphys (is also there but not important)

[faewildscalling]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/4 Fandom: Fairy Tail Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Gray Fullbuster/Meredy, Juvia Lockser & Meredy, Gray Fullbuster & Juvia Lockser, Juvia Lockser/Lyon Vastia, Meredy & Lyon Vastia, Gray Fullbuster & Lyon Vastia, Cana Alberona & Gray Fullbuster & Juvia Lockser & Lyon Vastia Characters: Meredy (Fairy Tail), Gray Fullbuster, Lyon Vastia, Juvia Lockser, Cana Alberona Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Skating, Love/Hate, Temporarily Unrequited Love, Mutual Pining, Hurt/Comfort, Dorks in Love, Gruvia but only in a brotp way Summary:

Juvia is asked to take her best friend's place in an upcoming ice skating competition. One issue though, Meredy's Ice skating partner is the one man Juvia would rather avoid seeing. Lyon on the other hand is feeling a mix of emotions over the situation. He desperately wants to fix his past mistakes and win back the heart on the most beautiful woman he's ever seen. He also feels that after hurting her though that he is unworthy. Forced to spend time together and in such close proximity. What will happen to the two ex lovers? Will they fix their past and renew their love or is it already too late for them?

[faewildwriting]

Send in some Headcannon requests. It can be any couple, character, or even some of my OCs (if you wanna know about those chaotic weirdos.). I feel like doing some. Plus I'm gonna be bored at work so it'll be a welcome distraction. 💖

[shell-senji]

Creative Absence

I want to write again.

I want to paint pictures with my mind and words, and make myself and others laugh and smile and escape the bleakness of reality into something a little better, even if for a moment.

Is that arrogant? 

Probably.

I imagine bits and pieces of scenes and scenarios frequently, little vignettes that refuse to come to fruition, that pop and vanish as surely as if I were trying to grab a bubble out of the air. 

It’s frustrating. 

It’s depressing. 

It makes me wonder what I’m doing wrong. What’s wrong with me. 

Am I broken? Did I use up all the creative juice within, and now I’m just a dried-up well, destined to become a dilapidated, moss-covered relic? One that people look at and think, “Oh, well, it used to be useful and work, but now it’s empty, probably should fill it in.”

Of course, thoughts like these prompt consideration of whether or not wells actually dry up and how they’re filled in, if they’re filled in, and my fingers itch to fact-check this and I have to force myself to STOP.

That path leads to the rabbit hole, and instead of hitting Wonderland eventually, I’ll just fall and fall and fall, deeper and deeper and deeper, into the dark corners of the internet. 

There are things far scarier than the Jabberwocky there.

It’s like Moria. And we all know what happens when you delve too deep.

“But research is helpful!” I argue with myself. “You want your writing to be accurate, don’t you?”

Sure. Yet…at what cost?

Perhaps that’s what got me into this mess, this barren wasteland lacking in creativity. Spending too much time on “research” and “planning” and “it needs to be just right,” as if hitting that Goldilocks-esque spot is even possible.

And fearing that it isn’t, I’m stuck. Wishing, wanting, dreaming, hoping…and never writing. 

I read countless self-help articles and posts on beating writer’s block and attempt to follow the tips, but none of it works. So I tell myself, it’s fine, this is fine, I’ll just let my subconscious work on things and I’ll check back in later. 

Weeks go by. 

Nothing.

I imagine my creative subconscious has gone on vacation, wandered off with my wayward muse, and the space they both should have resided in is now dark and abandoned, thick with dust and cobwebs. 

I am not fond of cobwebs, and dust makes me sneeze.

Is there a cleaning service for one’s mind, someone you can pay to come in and make everything bright and shiny and new once more? What would even happen if the imagination got vacuumed? 

It sounds dangerous, somehow, and I resign myself to the prospect of not only being a dried-up well but also having a dusty, cobweb-bespeckled imagination.

I hope my creative subconscious walks face-first into a ginormous web and my muse trips and falls in the empty well when they return.

It is a mental image that makes me snicker, and while I am in no way closer to feeling like I can write again, I do feel marginally better.

Perhaps it will take weeks or months or even years, but knowing that upon their return, the creativity and inspiration that have abandoned me will flail around, trying to—respectively—wipe off sticky old spiderwebs and extract themselves out of unidentified well goop, is indescribably satisfying.

Maybe they’ll think better about ditching me after that.

Maybe.

(P.S. Hey, universe…is there a temp agency for muses? Asking for a friend...)

Author’s Note: The product of a “free write to get back in the saddle again” moment that unsurprisingly wound up more as me turning introspective and also more than a little bitching about writer’s block ;-) 

[power-of-determination]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Hey @quietautumn it’s me your secret santa! I already said this but I seriously had a lot of fun writing it, I hope you enjoy what I have so far!

Merry christmas!

Title: A Home Called Castle Town

Rating: G

Chapters: 2/6

Summary: The Dark World is meant as a place of residence for Darkners and a haven for Lightners, in other words, a home for both. Six (Eventually, hopefully?) different, semi-connected one-shots about various people finding belonging in Castle Town.

Characters: Susie, Lancer, Noelle, Ralsei

[faewildscalling]

Want teasers from my original story or to know more about my OCs just ask! I love gusbing over my characters. Im working on the series currently once i get a few chapters done I'll start posting it. The series will be called: Fate of the Broken Ones. I made the cover already and am in editing of the first 2 chapters.

[faewildwriting]

I’m opening up for some requests to get me back into writing. Let me start by just accepting 5 or so. I reserve the right to refuse any requests that make me uncomfortable so please keep this in mind while sending them in.

[power-of-determination]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Woah, crazy, an Undertale fanfiction.

Title: Borrowed Time

Rating: G

Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

"Well, not that I have much of a life left. But that's besides the point."

Or, Asriel dies. But he of all people should know that death isn't "The End," just an ending.

Characters: Asriel, Asriel, and um I think I’m forgetting something, oh yeah Flowey, and also Asriel

Notes: Hi I love him. And I should probably go to bed. Anyways, have this fic, it’s for you. Just kidding it’s for me but you can read it if you want.