I Died For You [A Malevolent Animatic]

Await inspiration like a Samurai awaits a Rōnin, it may strike at any time.

*Crawls in your bed*

*Creeps up behind you*

*Whispers in your ear*

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I'm Jim. For proof, I have the fact that I was literally writing out a scene on my phone while we were moving. Like all our stuff was being carried and loaded onto a lorry and I was leaving my childhood home, and all the while you could catch me punching a silly little fanfiction scene on my ringer

Writers as The Office characters

Which one are you? Share it in the comments and tag your writer friends to do the same!

Michael

needs constant support and approval from friends, family, and writing mentors

has 389745 projects on the go

dilly-dallies whenever they should be writing

they know their ideas would be made into big Hollywood productions

legend is they will never actually finish a draft

Dwight

action packed stories with steamy scenes

rigorously plans out their novel before writing

then writes the story in less than a month as if writing is hard?

will consider every piece of feedback too seriously until they give themselves impostor syndrome

is dying to attend a writers conference to dress up

unapologetically adores writing and talks about it all the time

Jim

writes during work

writes whenever they should be doing something else

acts out character’s facial expressions as they write

uses writing as therapy because therapy is expensive

discovery writer who ends up having the most profound story messages

unreciprocated love trope

Pam

cries at their own writing

is super terrified of sharing anything they wrote with someone else

writes profound stories

artistic writing style

can’t handle feedback

childhood friends to lovers trope

Angela

has a cat writing partner

takes their writing very seriously, despite having a full-time job

writes dark fiction

plot twists even they didn’t expect

the secret and forbidden romance trope

Kelly

writes romance novels with strong female characters

loves purple prose

their writing is always a page-turner

uses writing as an outlet for their own frustrations

will put people they dislike into their novels just to kill them off

is about to build their self-published empire

Stanley

rolls their eyes at every other book they read and doesn’t make it past the first three pages

doesn’t have a routine but still stays on top of their word count

will never force themselves to write when they don’t feel like it

calls other writers out on their problematic bullsh*t

the underdog trope is their favorite

Ryan

literally can’t wait to get published

has grand ideas for novels, and sees exactly how they could be made into movies

but sitting down and writing them is a whole other thing

loves to take inspiration from real life conversations

always has a notebook with them to note down any more grand ideas that pop up

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Headcanon: Tim Stoker listens to SexyBack every single day.

Okay, context: This is just a little scene I typed out in the middle of the night recently for a fanfiction (which isn't really one, it only exists in my head in the form of a bunch of different scenes and some backstory). It's for the manga and anime series Vinland Saga and is a Thorfinn x oc/reader fic. That's all that I wanna say for now, I'll probably reblog this to really get into the nitty gritty of this fic (like giving the actual context of the story). I just really wanted to share this one because I can't get it out of my mind so I gotta. Anyway, enough of me yapping, enjoy.

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The moon hung low in a star studded sea of darkness, shining down on the land. The deep blue river surged on, seeming to carry a thousand shimmering stars in its bosom along its path; to flow for miles before joining at a greater vastness eventually. The glowworms didn't come out that night, painting the two familiars in just the light of the world above. They were staring at the waters in silence, both lost in thought. Erik's fingers subconsciously found their way to her hair when the strain of its bounds started to get a little painful and released them, letting her hair cascade down her shoulders, curled and tangled. A faint sigh left her at the relief to her scalp. She saw a faint outline of her face in the water, watching her locks cup her face but couldn't tell much besides due to the meagre light. She brushed through them with her hand, taming them a bit before her eyes naturally went to Thorfinn, finding his gaze already on her.

They were sitting pretty close to keep warm but the distance hadn't meant much until now, when it felt miniscule yet immense at the same time. Erik's stare wandered from Thorfinn's eyes but not far, finding home in his face still, running over his features— his nose, his brows, his hair, his temples, his cheeks, his ears, his jaw, his chin, his lips; she thoroughly traced it all with her eyes, reading each shape, each rise, each dip, each scar. In its totality, his face looked dreamy, like a haze was pulled over it. Or perhaps it was her who was in a haze, finding contentment in simply gazing at him. It was about time she said something, she was aware of that but words struggled to take form in her head, let alone break free from the confines of her mouth.

"You look beautiful." Finally, he spoke. His voice was gentle, not rising above the gushing water in front of them as a rule. Their eyes reunited and for a second, he stumbled, eyes wide as if he surprised himself with his own words but soon, he collected himself. That was his nature after all. He always knew what to say and each word that left those perfectly shaped lips of his was like the mead of poetry for which she would be down to trickery just to get a taste of.

"It... suits you... this way."

The tug on the corners of her lips grew stronger, a fluttering in her chest made her take in a deep breath; the chill, fresh smells of grass and damp soil filled her chest. Her gaze grew softer and that was answer enough for him. 'Thank you', her smile told him. She wondered what he was thinking, his honey-brown eyes refusing to leave her. What she had in mind was crystal clear though. 'I love you', that was all. She wished she could say it. She probably could but she knew neither of them wanted to break the fragile, sanctious tranquility between them.

For that reason, he let his actions speak, extending a hand and delicately caressing her cheek with his knuckles. In harmony, she closed her eyes, feeling every inch of his hand. If she could somehow collect this feeling of his warm, scarred skin on her face, make an ocean out of it and slowly drown in it for eternity, she gladly would. His hand brushed along her shadowy locks and she ached to look at him again. He had moved— no, he was moving, just so slow that it was barely noticeable.

Their eyes were set on each other, locked in place. As he neared her, she could see his eyes more clearly. Shining in the moonlight, they held not only the colour but also the effects of the most divine mead to ever make her drunk. And from the core of those wells grew his pupils ever wider, a darkness that beckoned her to get closer as well. And she did, hypnotised, leaning closer both to his palm that cupped her cheek now, and his bewitching face. His lips were parted ever so slightly which she replicated. Her eyelids grew heavier, fluttering half way down. His thumb brushed her cheekbone, almost as if to make sure this was real. He lifted his chin and tilted his head to the right and his breath tickled her cheek so intoxicatingly, her eyes couldn't stand to remain open. And if she wasn't dying to feel his lips, she would probably fall back and swoon right there.

He didn't drag her anticipation. His lips connected with hers, feather-light and softer than clouds. That alone was enough to leave her breathless— head feeling light and heart soaring. She wanted to say his name, over and over again until her breath ran out, like it was the chant of Gods, an elixir to the parched lips of a lone traveller. She didn't. Solely because she couldn't with the way his lips blanketed hers, moving in a drawn out way. He was making his point, showing her he meant what he said and more. Erik returned the affection, kissing him with all the softness and all the love she had in herself. Her hand went to hold his free one that rested on his lap, lacing her fingers with his.

Their kiss deepened slightly, the yearning that was in the back of both of their minds taking reins. Her brows drew close. Her heart was crying out, her throat hurt from keeping all the emotion down, the only outlet being her lips which did their best to convey all that they could. Soothingly, Thorfinn brushed his thumb over her warm skin again. He understood, she could tell. Because he felt it too. All those years spent away from each other crumbled and turned to dust before them; disappeared, never to separate them again. Nothing ever could, not anymore. For their hearts would always show the way to the other. Even if the heavens were to rip them apart, even if they were stranded on opposite sides of the world, they would find a way back.

'I love you', her heart whispered yet again and he listened. And he said it back, all in the simple motion of the kiss.

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Just wanna add that I've written more after this but am debating whether or not to put that up as well. I'll probably let it marinate in my notes for a while and post it anyway idk

*Crawls in your bed*

*Creeps up behind you*

*Whispers in your ear*

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Boba: What's something that your character keeps hidden? Does anyone know about it?

Fear. Fear of love specifically, fear of loving someone, fear of being loved by someone she doesn't love back, fear of never loving anyone, fear of loving someone who doesn't love her back. She hides just about everything that goes on in her head behind a mask of ego. And she's good at it too, so it takes a good while for just one person to figure it out and it's the person she fell in love with.

I don't wanna reveal the character because I like to build these things up in the writing itself but it is one of my recent characters :)

Currently rewatching Vinland Saga and recalled how in the middle of this very serious and hard-hitting episode, there's this random villager who looks way too good and he appears for like 1 second and never again, like??? The hell? Idk if this was the choice of the animators or if Makoto Yukimura himself drew him but like why? Why make him so hot if [SPOILERS] you wanna kill him off within the next minute??

This bitch- 😃

Called the DDD on his ass so quick

Woah 😳

It's the Legendary Milkman!!!

I got curious and looked up the game because of him. Ran into him on my third run. Turned out to be a doppelganger though :(