Here's Something Interesting I Learned Being A Former Imagines Writer. If You're Having A Hard Time Being

Here's something interesting I learned being a former imagines writer. If you're having a hard time being descriptive, remove pronouns all together.

So sometimes with imagines I would write something gender neutral and it always forced me to be WAY more descriptive.

Here's an example:

She found herself lost in hallway. Not just because she was unfamiliar with the location, but because her mind was elsewhere. She was occoupied with anything but the exit.

Here's the gender neutral version:

For more than reason, Sam was lost in the hallway. Not just because this was unfamiliar location, but because the idea of finding the exit wasn't the most important thing right now.

Instead of what I'm currently doing, this was my original project for this month, so I'll just post it as it was. Just know this isn't what I'm doing, but feel free to try it yourself if you want.

So, I'm starting this super early since I know myself very well, but at this particular moment (Jan 16) I'm extremely stressed out and feel like the world around me is imploding.

I won't get too much into it since no one cares, but I got an idea about the month of February since, guess what, I will be as single as I have always been this year too!

However, I do love romance and could be described as a helpless romantic. Because of this, I wanted to do something related to Valentine's day, but also to do for the whole month.

So I thought of this!

Showcasing Ship Dynamics

In this, I guess series, I'll be writing a short story for ship dynamics I love, that I see online, or maybe you guys can suggest to me.

That's right; if you think this is interesting, reply, reblog, all the good tumblr stuff and tell me some of your favorite ship dynamics. If I can actually get a good idea, I'll consider writing a story for it and share some of the love we might never experience, have experienced, or daydream about experiencing.

I don't actually have a favorite ship dynamic, because I just like love however it presents itself. Love is love in my book and all healthy forms of it are something I want to see more of!

So, if you're seeing this post, know it's because my lazy ass actually made more than five (realistically 20) stories and has a general idea about what I have left.

So, here's the starting list:

Anxious girl x Cheery Boy

Anxious Boy x Cheery Girl

The Scared Pair

Willing to try anything x Unsure and Cautious

Nerd x Normal

Professional x Unprofessional

Goofy x brooding

Innocent x The one with the bubble wrap

Sensual x Nervous Wreck

Monster x Human (and not in the sexualized way)

Flirt x The brick wall they're talking to

Aggressive x Passive

The Danger x Getting in Danger

Gentlemen x Gentlewoman

Curious x Knowledgeable

Cute x Mature

Famous x Not Famous

Suger Pill x Unstable

Poker Face x Poker Face

Competitive

Organized x Chaos

Country x City

Talks too much x Doesn't talk enough

(The classic) Black Cat x Golden Retriever

Spooky x Scared

Opposites don't attract (for future ref: I mean like Bushi and Cassie who are very much alike and almost closer than family.)

Love to Hate

Rule Bound x Delinquent

Childhood Lovers

And just to keep it inclusive, I'll be making the pairs random genders (unless specified or based on my own stories) because your sex or gender doesn't describe the kind of love you have.

I'll be using a random number generator to see the pronouns of each character and I'll go from there (fair warning however, I identify as a cis het woman, and though I have family members who are openly gay, I personally have not experienced anything else. So if something is a bit off, I will apologize in advance, but I'll try my hardest to represent everyone properly.)

I really want to do this, but knowing me, I'll either give up halfway or never even properly start, but... I will try my best to get this posted.

I hope everyone enjoys and knows that even if you're alone this Valentine's Day, I'm giving you love and I hope you can find people in your life who you can give your love too 💞

-Miss Ann 🍂

If you're curious as to what this is, check out this post and if you wanna know about this story in general, check it out here 🍂

An ordinary day at Holma High was usually battling one’s way to a necessary job waiting for them in one of the class room doors. In the case of the leaders, there was very little time during the school day for them to waste around.

This was oh so apparent as the work for an average school day dragged on as usual for Bushimaru, the leader of Bakesama. However, he was greeted with something he hadn’t expected.

As he sat in the Costa Family classrooms, he patiently waited for Cameron—the younger brother of the current boss, Cecelia—to finish their meeting.

“Oh, by the way, you oughta thank sweet pea for me.”

Knowing the nickname fairly well, he knew who that was referring to, but questioned the reasoning behind his comment.

“Hm? Why?”

“Because, while I know she wasn’t being sweet for my sake, she helped me out a lot with this whole thing. If it wasn’t for her, you wouldn’t have any of these records today. She stayed overnight and helped me organize everything and helped me get some things straight about our outposts. You know, just to make things easier on you now.”

Bushimaru found himself a bit shocked, not for the reason so easily assumed.

Now in a bit of a hurry, he spoke quickly. “I’ll be sure to do that. Was there anything else you needed to be sure I knew?”

“Nope, just what I reported. Don’t want any useless confrontations y’know?”

“Yes, we wouldn’t.” Bushimaru then got up and made his way to the door.

With his second-in-command right behind him, she was alarmed at his changing speed and picked up her pace as well.

“B-bushimaru-sama, we’re in no hurry to get to our next meeting.”

He didn’t respond and quickly walked to the main staircase descending down them quickly. She huffed, picking up her own speed and getting the attention of Bushimaru once they reached the bottom floor.

“Mei? What is it?”

She smiled seeing his slightly distracted expression. “I know you wanna go see her, but you’ll have to wait until our scheduled meetings are over.” She paused. “You know today is the only day everyone’s gonna be here.”

He sighed at the reminder. “I… know.” He started walking again, but this time he was slower. “It’s just Emeryk and Danai left, yes?”

“Yes, Emeryk will probably be quick all things considered.”

“That’s strange, I assume he would take the rest of the school day since we’ll be mapping out which areas he can conduct his experiments in.”

With a slight smirk, Mei said, “we are, but Cassie-san went ahead and gave Emeryk a general outline of where our territories end and begin. I’m sure it’ll be much simpler now that he’s had time to look that over already.”

Just as he was before, Bushimaru found himself unable to say very much. His impulses just took over and he, once again, started to talk quickly.

“Then we shouldn’t waste any time. Let’s go and wait for him.”

Just as he said that, the third period bell rang over their heads indicating to them that Emeryk would be out of his classes for the rest of the school day.

“Yes, I’ll be right behind you.”

Bushimaru usually had a fast pace about him, opting to do things in a timely manner, but even Mei could see how much quicker his actions were. She let out a smile, thankfully her leader was so obvious even if his words didn’t always match.

So, just as they planned days before, they finished out their school day having met with Emeryk and then left their last meeting for afterschool. There wasn’t very much more for them to do, so Bushimaru sent Mei off for the day, hoping she would take some much needed time to herself, and made his way to the third floor for his last meeting.

The door was open, so he simply let himself inside where he was promptly stopped just before he got his whole body through the door.

“Ah, sorry, but you still can’t come in here.” This voice was one he was fairly familiar with.

The bright tone matched the similarly brightly dressed individual in front of him. He found it somewhat refreshing to see her unique sense of style opposed to their usual drab uniforms.

“Danai, I don’t mean to waste your time, but do you mind if we reschedule our meeting until tomorrow morning?”

Her brows furrowed. “Why? Are you busy right now?”

“A bit…” He looked off. “I just want to go and see someone right now.”

Danai caught on quickly evidenced by the smirk on her face and the gleam in her eye. “Come on, you’re gonna keep it from me too? You do know me and her are friends right?” In a singsong voice she said, “she’s told me some things about you two~”

“I’m very aware, that’s why I feel I can ask this of you.”

Her arms crossed. “You know, I don’t want the friendship I have with Cassie to be something you can exploit you know.”

“I promise you I won’t do this ever again. Besides, I did say we would meet in the morning and isn’t that better for you?”

She huffed. “Of course you know that.” Feigning anger for a bit longer, Danai eventually shrugged and smiled at him. “I’m just messing with you though, of course you can go see her. I’d want you too anyways.”

Feeling immense relief, Bushimaru said, “thank you, Danai.”

“Oh, but since we’re pretending here, can I pretend that you’re not gonna try and make a move on her? That she won’t be telling me about any new relationships she’s in?”

Bushimaru closed his eyes and shook his head with a soft smile on his face. “I’ll leave you to believe whatever you want and whatever Cassie tells you after is the truth.”

Danai huffed and gave a playful pout. “Ugh, fine. Be that way, but I swear one of these days I’ll get you to admit what I already know.”

“And your company will always be appreciated.” Bushimaru then gave her one final goodbye before he turned around to pick up a bag Danai hadn’t seen him with until now. She made a sound like she was hinting at something, but Bushimaru just waved goodbye to her once again.

He made his way down the third floor hallway where it started to get darker no thanks to the broken lights overhead. However, a soft blue glow emanated from one of the classrooms down the dark hallway and Bushimaru felt a sense of calmness as he approached the door.

Getting to room 309, he opened the door to find gentle music filling the room. With the soft blue light in the corner, the warmth in the room felt like a hug wrapped around him the moment he stepped inside. He looked to the mattress on the floor and found a lump hidden under a fuzzy blanket. He smiled approaching the mattress where he sat down and gave the lump a weightless nudge.

“Mmm…” A trail of a sleepy voice came from the lump.

“Cassie?” He paused trying to find her head, he pulled at various parts of the blanket until she emerged from it with a deep frown on her face.

Lying in a ball completely horizontal across the top of the mattress, he found her closed eyes trying their best to remain that way. He chuckled at the sight and reached into the bag, which quickly got the attention of the freshly woken girl.

“Too bad you’re not a lighter sleeper.”

With a yawn, she finally spoke. “I’m sleeping in a school, I don’t think that would be very safe. Especially since I can’t lock my door.”

“You never got that fixed?” He asked.

“No, I don’t care to tell any staff about it and only you guys come in here so I’m not too worried.”

“Still, you should get someone to fix it sometime. Otherwise I’ll worry about you when you sleep in here overnight.”

“You worry about me even when I sleep at home.” She pushed herself up and was now sitting crossed beside him, the blanket covering her legs and hands. “But, what’s in the bag?”

“Well, I wanted to thank you somehow for making my day a bit easier.”

“Huh?” She paused thinking about it for a second, but then her mouth fell open. “Oh, that stuff? That’s nothing to thank me over. I just did my job.”

“I’m sure you think that, but if I don’t feel grateful for this, then what would I ever thank you for?”

She shrugged. “I just never really think about it.”

Bushimaru brought the bag closer between them and before Cassie could see it, he pulled out a small plush of a dragon character. She let out a loud gasp stopping herself from snatching it out of his hands.

Amused, he held it closer to her. “You’re lucky, he was just about to be sold out again.”

Cassie seemed unable to contain her excitement for very much longer, but she held off. “How’d you get him?”

“A reseller happened to buy a few since they were being scalped and he gave me this one as thanks for helping him find the scalper.”

Giddy, she thrust her hands out looking for him to finally hand the plush over. With a chuckle, he did so and Cassie held the toy delicately as if it was fragile glass and even her soft breathing would break it.

“He’s so cute.” She paused before looking at him again. “I really love him.”

“I’m glad you do, but that’s not all I wanted to come here for.” He reached into the bag and also pulled out a DVD case of the very movie the character was from; alongside that, there were the sound of chips and other assorted junk foods in the bag. “Since you helped me so much, I wanted to give you a little break; and even though I don’t like you eating junk food like this, I figure it’s okay as long as I can watch how much you eat.”

Cassie giggled. “You’re such a mom.” She eagerly moved to make space for him beside her. “But this’ll be the… thirty-first time we watched this together.”

“You’re actually keeping count?” Bushimaru got up to put the DVD in her CD drive booting up her laptop as well.

“Of course I am, this movie is my entire childhood. I can recite the whole movie word for word, so it’s no problem for me to keep track of how many times I’ve seen it,” she said with a giggle.

“That’s reasonable for you huh?”

“Is that a compliment?”

Once the movie projected onto the large smart screen against the far wall, Bushimaru returned beside Cassie where he sat down and looked at her. Taking in the excitable person before him made his smile grow.

“Yes, I’m always immensely impressed with everything you do.”

Cassie smiled proudly moving the dragon between her arms. “You hear that? He thinks I’m impressive and there’s no greater compliment coming from the master himself!”

Bushimaru just chuckled as Cassie began to hum the opening track to the movie and cuddled up closer with the plush in her arms and Bushimaru right beside her.

I would be the person who, in the middle of finally wanting to try NaNoWriMo for the first time, would get another idea that is occupying so much space I have to take some time to write it.

But as usual, I wanna share it because even tho I may write this idea fully, it might be so fucked up I'll never finish it. I mean, that would happen anyways, but this time there's a legitimate reason behind it.

So, I got this idea after randomly getting WAY to interested in Resident Evil. I've always known about the series and even watched a full playthrough of RE4 on YT as a kid. So this sudden interest of mine sparked a question in my head:

"Why do these zombie games always have someone creating a virus that mutates people into mindless creatures? Why isn't there a plot where someone creates a cure that just ends up being used nefariously?"

This was also inspired by CoryxKenshin's commentary while he was playing REmake 2: "T-virus, G-virus.... How about we cure cancer if you got all of that." Lol

So from that, I came up with this idea:

A genius theoretical researcher gets the brilliant idea to finally make something that can cure incurable diseases. Being mainly motivated by a desire to be famous, he works tirelessly to create this miracle cure.

No matter how hard he works, however, he can't come up with anything practical enough to work. So, he ends up turning to someone no one expected him to go to.

He speaks with an author who hypothesized many different types of cures in their story. Many of them are nothing but fiction, but he wants to see if any of their ideas can be replicated.

In taking her ideas, they both end up theorizing and eventually producing a cure that can be set to target any one bacteria in the body.

This cure ends up working, and while everything seems to be rose colored, there's a shaky feeling that the researcher can't stop thinking about...

So, without getting into too much detail as to what I came up with, my only reason for saying this might be fucked at some point is because of my lack of scientific knowledge.

I'm really particular and get caught up on being sure things are at least plausible. So, I might reach a point where I can't find a decent answer for something and end up abandoning the whole thing.

Also, I'm not used to writing science fiction 🤠 so I was worried it would turn into Sci-fi fantasy real quick.

It'll be a nice challenge though if I decide to go through with it.

But, it you read to the end, thank you and I hope you enjoyed 🍂

This is some shit from a Ghibli flim

‘My cat Max’ by Irina ♡

This is super cool so I'll through my 🎩 in!

Mine is an OC I imagined for a pivotal point in my story. Named a Silph, this giant snake monster is guardian protecting a sacred stone.

When its balance is upset, it splits into two separate beings: one is reclusive and the other is destructive.

The main inspos of this monster were Molgera and Colgera from The Legend of Zelda,

Giratina from Pokemon,

and Gigapede from DMC3.

Good luck to anyone who entered!

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Get a rendered portrait/ bust of your blorbo of choice (Fandom or oc) similar to this header art! One winner will be randomly selected at the end of February and worked on during March. Winner will of course get the full resolution sent privately for personal use. You can also request a friend’s blorbo if you have a special someone to surprise!

How to participate:

Follow me

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