#writing draft

sat up like a doll, his legs wide, satoru’s hair is being roughed under the towel too long. His head heaves fuzzy. His eyes were already closed before the pressure. The man’s use of the towel is like rug burn—what’s left of the pale haired’s mind came and went until he’d think of more nothings. It’s a slow descent of the towel being dragged then dropping to his tail, dry time is over.

The quiet bottles satoru in, and he has no idea, but the inevitable moment of wanting to lean towards the hands that unnumbs him and unbuckles every button of his senses. He didn’t think of the other touching him by the shoulders till calloused skin brings goosebumps to his arms. and was oblivious all this time. He opens his lashes to see how the man makes a wide glassed spectacle of him, in eerie silence, even his breathing. His blackened gaze burns pulpit aches into satoru’s nipples. He couldn’t see the bright pink wholly in the dim light—their only light being the bathroom left on irresponsibly.

caught distracted trying to make out the shape of his captor’s expression. He can’t see anything but the pixels of reality taking its time to shape. and what now? When would he show him his use, and tell him why everything of him hurts?

But, his wide blue gaze makes him look precious and wanton to be touched. Artificial and natural at once, satoru can’t think of that. His low lids say to him ‘bed me’. Satoru doesn’t know that. So he winces just as his captor’s thumb circles slowly and gently around his pebbled areola. Moving to the middle nub, currently barely hard enough to pull, he does it anyway.

“ah—!…hah…hah..?”

satoru gasps like a collection of uncertain chimes that come out awfully rasped and sweet. Responding bit by bit once he’s pulled back out of his head from his chest being pinched pink.

His hands flail around, to where? He doesn't know himself. But they hold at the captor’s wrists in a dry effort to push him back. Gaining harder stretch to the skin of his nipples that lengthen just slightly.

💢 ﹕ ╋━

I meant to use ‘pulpy’ instead of ‘pulpit’ so it’s accidental but it PROBABLY fits better because it’s painful and gojo should feel like he’s raised on a platform or something and being judged and it looks nice

Once again I'm doing my shitty writing advice / tips, instead of working on my project lol

So, this is for the people with a creativity block. Do you have a vague world with vague characters and a plot, but don't know how to refine it? Or do you have Point A and Point B but don't actually know how to bridge the gap? Me too. These are just some tips and tricks I have and they might help you too.

First off:

Let's talk about our drafts. You've probably heard this millions of times, but the first thing you need to do when you're blocked is let go of your initial ideas. You have a cool project but it feels hollow, and every idea you come up with seems crappy and boring, right? Because you're 'perfecting' it. I want to remind you that outside of storyboards and concrete organizing is subtext and play - writing is play - you've made the process a chore by grounding it too much. Let go of your original ideas and let them morph, don't bin ideas because they won't fit with your original structure - let the story morph and grow, remember, writing is fully in your control and drafts can ALWAYS be re-written, open up a separate document and try that silly improv chapter, or that alternate ending that will create 5 plot holes, just do it, PLAY with your characters, world and plot, make the process fun and a journey, stop being rigid with your planning and open yourself up to new ideas, don't hold too tightly onto one certain idea.

2. Now with that out of the way - You're struggling with your characters and scenes. It feels kind of like they have no direction or the characters feel hollow and no matter how many questionnaires you answer about their childhood trauma and favorite ice cream flavors, you still can't figure out how to structure that one scene without it being awkward and lacking something. What you want to do is figure out your character's thematic beliefs. You can have a full character built up, but until they're forced to make a choice based on their belief system, they are only a placeholder. When you can't figure out what your character would do despite spending so much time on them - that's because you've created a concept of a person, not a storyline.

A thematic belief is a personal belief / core value which is held by a person or group of people, e.g: 'If you sin you go to hell', 'Breaking the law is always bad', 'Murder is always bad no matter the situation', 'Karma doesn't exist.'

Think about what your story's overarching theme is, now think about what your MC's and even Antagonists views are on that theme. If you have no clue, then we have located the problem.

Now don't try perfect this, it can be changed, just give your character a belief, and better, give your characters conflicting beliefs that comment on theme.

So your theme, let's say, is self-love. The story comments on the topic of self-love and hate. It seems obvious - you have two characters, one loves themselves, one hates themselves. But don't stop there. What is your character's belief on the theme? Some examples: 'I'm not worthy of love' 'I'm loved by everyone.' 'I can't learn to love myself.' 'I think self-love is a waste of time.' 'Self-love is earned.' etc. etc.

Reading that you may already notice you may or may not agree with some of those statements, good, that's where the story comes in. These beliefs will be challenged at some point - and when they are, your character will be forced to make choices and grow. This creates interesting scenes for your audience to read.

Little writing excercise:

I urge you to write out your story's overarching theme, and then list each character's belief system. Your character starts with their belief system. Beliefs make choices. I then want you to list 10 ways this belief can be challenged, don't think too hard, just write. Set a timer if you need to. Pick one of those 10 at random when you're done and write it out as a scene.

"It'll just get crumpled again as soon as someone lies down in it, you know."

Jon gives him an offended look, and Martin lifts his hands in an appeasing gesture.

"I'm just saying." He bites back a smile. "Looked like you were about to break out a ruler there to check if all the corners are perfect right angles."

"Don't be ridiculous", Jon mutters. "There's nothing wrong with liking things done properly."

"Properly, pedantically obsessive, tomayto tomahto."

Jon lifts an eyebrow at him and Martin can't help the amused grin that slips out.

"Have you ever considered that your compulsion to 'do things properly' might coincide with our life's insistence on throwing us into unpredictable danger, and only a perfectly crisp bed sheet can make you feel in control of your destiny?"

Jon sputters in a way that has Martin huffing out a quiet laugh.

Rumi lowered her book and rested it on her knees. Mira stood in the doorway, staring down at the ground and looked a little embarrassed. Rumi waited, knowing Mira was about to continue.

"It just, you've been here all day and you usually do that when you want to hide. I'd heard you playing your guitar earlier too and you do that when you're losing yourself to thoughts. Also you didn't come to lunch and we talked about that, I know you skip lunch when you're stressed and all but it still really worries me. I-"

"Mira ?" Rumi interrupted with a raised eyebrow and patting her mattress, an empty space next to her. Mira looked up, eyes meeting with Rumi's warm and soft eyes. She moved and flopped herself next to Rumi, snuggling into her side.

Rumi wrapped her arm around Mira, smiling as she felt her head rest on her chest and focused back on book but didn't read it. "You were worried about me ?"

"Duh."

"Just worried about me ?" Rumi asked, her smile growing as she heard Mira's grunt and wrap her arm around her waist.

"Don't wanna talk about it. Just wanna keep you safe."

Also

If you write 3 sentences on your work in progress and show me, then I will write 4 sentences on my work in progress and show you!

Firstly, THE CREATOR OF NYAN CAT HAS A TUMBLR ACCOUNT?!?! (I had no idea honestly, I only recently started using tumblr more frequently and haven’t looked at much about nyan cat other than some cool fanart, so I will now be searching!!)

Secondly, I would love to see your work in progress so here’s a few sentences from a recent draft:

Shadow Milk Cookie has been complaining for every single second since his defeat against Pure Vanilla, and unfortunately for you, you get to be around to experience it as one of his minions. Seriously, you thought Candy Apple Cookie’s obsession with your master was a bit much, but with Shadow Milk raving about how annoying Pure Vanilla Cookie was, you realize that you used to have it good.

aka, the one where all the boys wear suits, get jealous, make drunken decisions and regret it in the morning ft Robby constantly on the edge

A hard swallow, then alcohol. Lots. Until the glass was empty. Robby cared not for the burn afterwards. If anything, he craved it and boy was he parched. 

Abbot clicked his tongue. “Take it steady, cowboy.” 

He grunted. He could do whatever he pleased. 

“So, the boy.” 

Cash in hand, he flagged down the bartender. “Whitaker. He has a name.”