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. Iāve got too many of these, so Iām going to use some of my more recent ones divided up into fandoms.Ā
āLike everythingās falling into place. Thereās just something about having your own space to call home. Itās likeā¦itās mine and mine alone.ā (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 donāt expect anything to arise from themĀ because theyāre just emotional word vomit lol
āā¦Yuri, no.ā āYuri, yes!ā (From a college AU in which Yuri decides that itās high time his best friend has the College Experience, whatever the hell that entails. Itās super fun, has dating shenanigans and whatnot, but itāll be long because I donāt know how to write short one shots lol)
āā¦a beautiful sight like this, with the moonlight shining through this stained-glass, almost makes me believe there is a God. Almost.ā (From a GoroHaru Medieval (?) times AU called Evening Primrose. Itās set in some indiscernible time of history with predominantly European roots. I saw some fanart a while back and churned it out, although I donāt know where I was going with it lol)
āGoro Akechi: the detective that both you and your sister abhor.ā (From yet another GoroHaru AU, but itās an older, arranged marriage one. I donāt know where I was going with this one either lol)
Thereās another WIP I started on my phone, but the plotās so convoluted I donāt know where I was going with planning it lol
Original Stuff (ohohohohohohohoho the secret goods)
Iām not trying to perpetuate that stereotype in media that going to therapy is the worst thing ever. Because itās 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 donāt 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. Itās been a novel germ Iāve been developing on and off for the past four or so years).
MC: āCan you stop making out with my dog, please?ā / Jay: āā¦so that you can make out with me.ā / 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 theā¦ambiguityā¦of my relationship with Han that the poor guyās always getting left out. / Han: āI want to know.ā / MC: āNo, you donāt.ā / Jay: āYes, he does.ā / MC: āBOY.ā (From a semi-autobiographical visual novel based off of my life with a premise of food. Deciding the visual novel aspect wouldnāt work, Iāve scrapped that and have a somewhat coherent plot in the works. The characters names arenāt 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 Iāve neglected to do for my two midterms tomorrow!Ā į( į )į