-- Nikolaus Gottfried [ OC BLU Medic ] (
you_schweinhund) wrote in
dear_mun2014-08-27 10:14 pm
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Mun hasn't worked on the fanfic in awhile due to Writer's Block and it has angered a muse...
"Oh aren't you quite zhe desperate little whiner, Mun. Zid you know zhat vhat you have is called impatience. Maybe if took a valk in zhat...shitty neighborhood you live in...zhen maybe you vill get zhe inspiration you vould need in order for you to finally put me into zhat sleeping fanfic of yours?"
The amusement held upon Nikolaus's face is anything but true amusement. His sarcasm is coated with irritation and is heavily drunk on impatience. He, just like the Mun, is impatient of the fact that he hasn't appeared in the fanfic yet.
"Seriously, you schweinhund, you have been vorking on zhis gott forsaken piece of shit for months. Get yourself on zhe vork already. Your vork is nozhing compared to vhat I have been zoing."
Nikolaus, however, is bored, he has been wanting to get out and play with people. He would love to fuck around and actually start his way on getting to know other people.
"I vould love to see some ozher players in zhis field...if I am right, you put little Wilhelm into zhe field. Vhy not me? Hm? It was bound to happen. Besides, he's dull and boring. Zhat stick in zhe mud...I really can't vait to somehow talk to him. Vouldn't zhat be veird? It vould be as zhough zhat you vill be talking and writing to yourself. Like zhe mad nut of a loner you are vith your impatience and zhis whining excuses of writer's block."
Everything coming out of the muse's mouth are cutthroat and strictly on the truth.
"I just hope zhat zhere are much more amusing people here zhen inside zhat sick head of yours...huh...sick. You know zhat somezhing is inzeed wrong vhen one of your maddest muse labels you as mentally sick. Do you job zhough. Get me into zhat storyline, zhen maybe I vill actually praise for zhe lazy und uninspiring schweinhund you are."
The mun is hurt, but Nikolaus is telling the truth, just coated with icicles and harsh unnecessary details.
The amusement held upon Nikolaus's face is anything but true amusement. His sarcasm is coated with irritation and is heavily drunk on impatience. He, just like the Mun, is impatient of the fact that he hasn't appeared in the fanfic yet.
"Seriously, you schweinhund, you have been vorking on zhis gott forsaken piece of shit for months. Get yourself on zhe vork already. Your vork is nozhing compared to vhat I have been zoing."
Nikolaus, however, is bored, he has been wanting to get out and play with people. He would love to fuck around and actually start his way on getting to know other people.
"I vould love to see some ozher players in zhis field...if I am right, you put little Wilhelm into zhe field. Vhy not me? Hm? It was bound to happen. Besides, he's dull and boring. Zhat stick in zhe mud...I really can't vait to somehow talk to him. Vouldn't zhat be veird? It vould be as zhough zhat you vill be talking and writing to yourself. Like zhe mad nut of a loner you are vith your impatience and zhis whining excuses of writer's block."
Everything coming out of the muse's mouth are cutthroat and strictly on the truth.
"I just hope zhat zhere are much more amusing people here zhen inside zhat sick head of yours...huh...sick. You know zhat somezhing is inzeed wrong vhen one of your maddest muse labels you as mentally sick. Do you job zhough. Get me into zhat storyline, zhen maybe I vill actually praise for zhe lazy und uninspiring schweinhund you are."
The mun is hurt, but Nikolaus is telling the truth, just coated with icicles and harsh unnecessary details.

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It's a place my wife took me a long time ago when I had writers block. We stayed in a place with a nice lake view. It was peaceful, [ when it wasn't trying to kill you ] but that's about it where it ended. Even so, that place has it's "ways" of bringing a story out of anyone. [ darkness chasing you, evil spirits, good times. ]
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Anyway, the point I'm trying to make is that sometimes the worse places bring out the best stories. Identifying what's holding you back is a good start to defeating a writers block.
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(Beat.)
Sometimes you just have to murder your darlings, as eet were.
((OOC: I know those feels! So many unfinished stories, so little mental energy to work on them. /sobs))
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((OOC: I've wrote the next capture but--I'm unhappy with it. It's terrible :[ Writer's Block happening doesn't help now either. All I can do is keep my ideas on a word doc. DX))
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My mun has left quite ze "graveyard" of old and unfinished works.
(Beat.)
Of course, I prefer ze corpses I leave to be more substantial, but zat iz why I work for BLU.
((OOC: Yup, been there, done that, got the T-shirt.))
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[ Seriously, Alan? Is this really happening you are telling this poor soul how to get to friggen Bright Falls? This is why I can't leave you alone... and with large sums of alcohol which you will be paying me for. Oh, and for the record (Alan), there are way better ways to get inspiration like say... Walk in the woods, beach vacation, and pretty much anything other than Bright Falls. ]
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((ooc: I want a T-Shirt "Got Writer's Block? Go to Bright Falls!" only a something that is happening in my mind due to the event going on with an RP upstairs of this one))
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I'm more of a knife fan myself. Quick, quiet, and extremely visceral.
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Good luck.