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The brainwashed chucky reminds me of Buddi, ngl.

Gonna reblog this!

Masterpost: How to write a story?

Compilation of writing advice for some aspects of the writing process.

How to motivate myself to write more

How to get rid of writer’s block

Basic Overview: How to write a story

How to outline a story

How to come up with plot

How to create a character

How to make a character unique

How to name your characters (Masterpost)

How to start a story

How to write a prologue

How to write conversation

How to write witty banter

How to write the last line

How to write a summary

How to write a book description

How to write romance

How to write friendships

How to write emotions (Masterpost)

How to write an argument

How to write yelling

How to write anger

How to write betrayal

How to title fanfiction

How to write an unreliable narrator

First Person vs. Third Person POV

How to write character deaths

How to use songs in a fanfiction

How to name fictional things

How to write self-insert fics

How to write multiple points of view

Introducing a group of characters

Large cast of characters interacting in one scene

How to write dual timelines

Redemption arc

Plot twists

Fatal Character Flaws

Good Traits Gone Bad (x)

Slow burn

Explanation posts about writing terms

What is…

AU ideas

Favourite tropes

Tropes of the day

List of Genres

Drabble vs. One-Shot

Advice for writing relationships

Masterpost: how to write relationships + romance

More specific scenarios

How to write a bilingual character

How to write a character with glasses

How to write heterochromia

How to create a villain

Reasons for becoming a villain

How to write a morally grey character

How to write an inferiority complex

How to write a road trip

How to create and write a cult

How to write amnesia

How to write being stabbed

How to write a stratocracy

How to write a heist

How to write the mafia

Criminal past comes to light

Ideas for traumatic experiences

How to create an atmosphere (Masterpost)

How to write a college party

How to write royalty (Masterpost)

Paramilitary Forces/ Militia

Superpowers Masterpost (Hero x Villain)

Inconvenient things a ghost could do

A Queen’s Assassination Plot

Crime Story - Detective’s POV

Evil organization of assassins

Evil wins in the end

Causes for the apocalypse

Last day on earth

Liminal Spaces

Workplace AUs

Signs of co-dependency

What to wear in a desert

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North and Krampus back when they were in their enemies phase, for @frosted-night

Krampus waking up: North, next to him on the bed: morning, how’d you sleep last night? Krampus: What the hell!? *pushes North off the bed* What were you doing in my bed? You were supposed to sleep on the air mattress on the floor! North: I had a nightmare Krampus: You had a nightmare? What are you, 5 years old? North: Listen, I needed to feel comfortable and I was getting this perverse power dynamic vibe from me sleeping on the ground and you sleeping up there- Krampus: Why yes! How high and mighty I am up on my twin Xl! North: That is not what I meant- Krampus: Silence, in the presence of your king! Who sleeps a lofty 12.5 inches above the ground. North: Listen, I’m not ashamed. I slept comfortably when I got up into your bed, and I’m sure you did too. Krampus: Yeah, ok. North: Y’know what? I wanna know, how’d you sleep last night? Krampus, sighing: That was the best I’ve slept in a while- North, gasping: The king slept comfortably with a peasant in his bed! Krampus: I did not consent to this- North: But my liege, our love is forbidden!

(I know this is in their enemies phase, so they wouldn’t be sleeping in a room together. However, I still thought this would be fun to make.)

Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Puss in Boots (DreamWorks Movies), The Adventures of Puss in Boots (Cartoon) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Perrito (Puss in Boots: The Last Wish) & Kitty Softpaws (Puss in Boots) & Puss in Boots (Shrek), Dulcinea & Esme & Vina (The Adventures of Puss in Boots) Characters: Puss in Boots (Shrek), Kitty Softpaws (Puss in Boots), Perrito (Puss in Boots: The Last Wish), Dulcinea (The Adventures of Puss in Boots), Vina (The Adventures of Puss in Boots), Esmé (The Adventures of Puss in Boots), Raúl (The Adventures of Puss in Boots) Additional Tags: Memory Loss, Hurt/Comfort, Puss in Boots Needs a Hug (Shrek), Therapy Dog Perrito (Puss in Boots: The Last Wish), team friendship, Angst Series: Part 1 of Forgotten Memories Summary:

When Team Friendship arrives at the Thieves Market, Puss reunites with 3 familiar faces.

Chapter 2 is officially out!

reblog to heal the person you reblogged this from

I would probably need this at some point.

how to generate creative ideas:

(i need to get this out of my brain)

Make moodboards, playlists, keep a list of people who inspire you. Before starting a project think about the general vibe you want it to embody. Ask questions like “What would this concept sound like if it was a song?” ,“What would this concept be like if it was a person?”. Create a shirt that looks like a building you like, literally anything can be combined.

Take unrelated things or concepts and mix them together. Let’s take Addams Family as an example. “What if it was a story about a typical suburban family…but GOTH!”. It basically flips everything upside down. Or “What outfit would someone wear, who’s personality is the mix of the vibes of these two songs?” Random word generators are amazing for this if you don’t know where to start from.

Try making something truly BAD and then add a twist to it. It’s a great way for your brain to let go of expectations and then think outside of the box. But you can also use this to find out what you do not wanna do under any circumstances.

Think without worrying about the limits of what you can do and when it’s time for excecution, find a way around what’s impossible. It births more creativity and adds uniqueness.

Consider what your idea is NOT before considering what it is. Limits are the best way to avoid getting overwhelmed and giving up. Don’t ALWAYS do this though (unless you wanna…), it’s just something to try out when you feel like you’re seeing too many possibilities to the point that they’re contradicting each other. Unless your goal is to make something full of contradictions, you’re a Free Man, do whatever you want.

Keep a list of random ideas you have throughout the day in your notes app or something and then at some point actually review them. Keep what you think is worth exploring and then act on it.

Find out how something works very throughoutly so you know which aspect can be changed to create something new.

Take a concept and break it down into smaller concepts, ideas, questions, key elements and then also break those ideas down etc. This will naturally lead to associations, unique ideas you wouldn’t think of without doing this. I found that this is a great way of coming up with metaphors.

This one is similar to the last two: take a piece of art you really love and try to find out the thought process behind. What’s the story, where did the artist get inspiration from, how did they incorporate those ideas in their work. How did an artist combine their personal interests and knowledge into one big thing. For example: Tolkien was an erudite linguist, so much so that he created entire functional languages in his work, such as Elvish in Lord of the Rings. Hirohiko Araki loves 80’s music so much he named characters in Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure after music references. This is why no knowledge is useless knowledge.

Think about the times you’ve been the most creative before. What were the specific circumstances? For me my best ideas always come when I have a strict deadline for something unrelated, like school (which I’m way too willing to sacrifice), or when I’m doing something mindless like walking and listening to music, or playing a game that requires no thinking. Most of the time after 10p.m. This doesn’t mean I can’t “force” myself to be creative (tips above), it just means these are the times ideas come most naturally. For some people this might be being out in nature or experiencing high emotions, maybe having their life on the line idk, to each their own.

You can’t just create. You also need to consume. The more information you absorb, the more possibilities you have with your ideas. So if you’re not feeling that creative, that’s fine, it’s the perfect opportunity to learn something new.

If you don’t already do these things and you’re looking to get more creative my advice is to ACTUALLY TRY THESE OUT. You’ll best understand them in action.

Here’s a Christmas moodboard!

oh my god, bring in the wholesome dad chucky and Caroline content

This is a Caroline and Chucky fic, because I’ve never really written about her before. Is it canon? I don’t really know, it could be. That’s up to your personal preference.

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Chucky had always wanted a daughter. When he played House in the school playground as a child, he’d always pretend that the make-believe family’s ‘baby’ was a girl, despite insisting to anyone who would listen that he wanted a son.

He had no clue why he wanted a little girl, perhaps it was some hidden nurturing instinct that he’d tried to repress? Or perhaps it was just some strange obsession? It wasn’t quite clear, but he’d always told himself that when he grew up, he would have a daughter.

When he first met Tiffany, he was convinced that they could start a family together. One day when they were cuddling together on a hotel bed next to a person they’d murdered, he shyly confessed that he wanted to name his daughter Charlotte. Tiffany’s response to this was going to the pet store and finding the biggest, hairiest spider she could. She presented it to Chucky in a tank with a handwritten label that said:

“Hi Daddy, I’m Charlotte!”

It was when he met Sarah that Chucky truly thought he was going to have a family. Barbara Pierce was around three at the time, and Chucky can still remember how she’d scream every time he came near her, and how her mother would yell at him for ‘playing too roughly’ (although Chucky didn’t think that a few light bruises when play-fighting were all that bad).  

He thought that when he killed Sarah and stabbed Barbara’s eye out his desire for a family would truly be gone. He didn’t even really like his own kids all that much. Did he love them? Of course, all parents should love their kids, was he proud of them for being comfortable enough to live unashamedly as they truly were? Absolutely, but he didn’t really know them, so he had no reason to genuinely like them.

Yes, the deaths of most of the Pierce family should have put his wish for a family to bed, but if that were the case, how was Chucky meant to explain Caroline Cross?

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At first, he didn’t really take notice of little Caroline. She was a means to an end - Lexy Cross’s end, that was. Chucky usually tried to avoid getting attached to the kids he was forced to live with, because he’d either go crazy and kill them or be unable to leave them.

In truth, Caroline was a pretty quiet kid. Her saving grace, amongst other things, was that she never played rough with her dolls. She could concoct elaborate fantasy stories that Chucky actually ended up really enjoying whenever he was ‘forced’ to play with her.

He didn’t like her sister, and he didn’t like her parents, but Caroline herself was… okay. She certainly had a knack for getting what she wanted, a trait that Chucky definitely admired. It was always nice to see a young person be so…spirited.

What really made him take notice of Caroline however, is one day when the sun was shining bright in the sky. Caroline was lying out on the lawn, holding a magnifying glass. Chucky had no idea why until Caroline pulled him closer and he realised that the little girl was using the magnifying glass and the heat of the sun to burn ants to a crisp. There was a sadistic glee on her face as she did it, and in that moment, Chucky came to a realisation that made his heart stop for a moment. Caroline Cross was just like him.

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With this newfound realisation, Chucky started paying more attention to Caroline, and discovered that the similarities ran deep. They even had the same blood type, a fact that particularly amused him.

But with his more in depth observations about Caroline came the sad realisation that, despite caring for her somewhat, her parents had pretty much neglected her. And so, it usually fell to Chucky to braid her hair, help her with homework, tuck her in at night, even to make sure she brushed her teeth, just like tonight.

As Caroline came skipping out of the bathroom in a unicorn onesie, Chucky was waiting by the door to enquire:

“Did you brush your teeth?”

Caroline nodded in confirmation, and gave him a cheesy grin as if to prove that she’d done it. But there was something… off. Realising this, Chucky asked:

“And did you floss?”

The girl said nothing, but when Chucky pressed further, she looked down at the ground ashamedly and muttered:

“Nobody does.”

Chucky sighed deeply and gently admonished her, saying:

“Caroline, you have to floss your teeth. You ate a lot of candy today, there’s bound to be sugar stuck between your teeth. Go back in there and floss, please.”

Caroline clenched her fists and stamped her feet, protesting:

“No, I’m not gonna do it! How’s it gonna help me?”

Now, Chucky was a very good storyteller, and he’d used this skill several times to put Caroline to sleep. But right now, he realised that he could use this to his advantage in order to make her floss. So, leaning in conspiratorially, he whispered:

“Wanna know a secret? Before I transferred my soul into a doll, I never brushed my teeth, or flossed. Like you, I didn’t see the point. But guess what happened? My teeth started to fall out, there were huge gaps inside my mouth, not to mention the blood and the toothache!”

Caroline winced, and her clenched fists relaxed and fell limp at her sides as her eyes widened in disbelief. Of course, none of this was true. When Chucky was first alive he’d taken great pride in his dental hygiene, but what Caroline didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her. Deciding to combine two important lessons into one, deciding to go with something that was semi-truthful, saying:

“And, I smoked, which made my teeth even worse! Now, I was very unhappy when I had to transfer my soul into a doll, but honestly? I am so grateful, because I have teeth again and don’t need to cram food into a blender in order to eat it. You don’t want to end up like me, right? Looking into the cost of dentures before you’re forty?”

Caroline shook her head rapidly, and Chucky had to suppress a laugh as the girl raced back into the bathroom and began slamming drawers open and shut in search of dental floss.

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It was a quiet day, and Caroline had decided to do some drawing. Chucky was quite busy, but he decided to check in on Caroline and see what she was doodling.

“What are you drawing, Caroline?”

The girl didn’t look up from her work, and simply said:

“A unicorn head.”

Chucky nodded in acknowledgement, and was about to praise her drawing and then walk off when he noticed something:

“Uh, what are you using the red glitter pen for?”

Caroline looked up and smiled slightly at this as she said:

“For the blood coming out of the severed unicorn head!”

Chucky blinked in surprise and asked:

“Can I keep this when you’re done? That’s adorable.”

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It had been an accident, okay? A slip of the tongue, a spur of the moment decision. Chucky didn’t mean to lie to Caroline. What had happened was that Caroline had ran into her room and flopped down onto her bed, sobbing her little heart out. When Chucky asked her what was wrong, the girl choked out the sad story of her mother ignoring her and not coming to her dance recital through thick sobs. 

This angered Chucky, because he’d watched Caroline rehearse in front of her mirror, and she was getting really good. She’d been so excited for her mother to watch her perform, and Michelle hadn’t even had the guts to attend her own child’s recital? That sort of person didn’t deserve to be a parent. 

Now, what Chucky had meant to say was something along the lines of: ‘That woman doesn’t deserve to be a mother’. But a combination of anger on Caroline’s behalf and exhaustion (because it was quite late at night) meant that instead, Chucky blurted out:

“That woman is not your mother.”

Caroline looked up at him in surprise, tears momentarily forgotten in her shock. Chucky had a choice to make now. Did he apologise for the slip of the tongue, or did he double down? On the one hand, it wouldn’t be right to lie to her. But on the other hand… Chucky really liked Caroline. If he played his cards right, he could potentially walk away from this situation with the daughter he’d always wanted. With this new goal in mind, Chucky took a deep breath and continued:

“Your real mother’s called Tiffany Valentine…”

Watched No Way Home with my classmates, it was great.

wait guys. reblog this and tell me what the last movie you watched was. bonus points if you add a short review <333

I know hot to make toast

I'm curious. Reblog this if you know how to cook

I don’t even care if it’s macaroni, ramen or those little bowls you stick in the microwave. Please, I need reassurance that most of the population on tumblr WOULDN’T STARVE TO DEATH if their parents couldn’t fix them food or they couldn’t go out to eat.