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Breath (Avatar Gency AU)

So sorry I haven’t been writing much dolls, I’ve been studying but I managed to make time for this little Gency AU. Several anons asked for FireBender!Genji teaching Avatar!Mercy how to Firebend and the idea hasn’t left me since. Also, Mercy is air nomad born and I had a lot of fun writing this ♥

Gency. AU. Avatar!Mercy. AirBender!Mercy. FireBender!Genji. 


Cutting her hand through the hair, she pushes forward. Teeth grinding down as she focuses all her energy into the movement. Striking out, she stops when only a wisp of smoke appears at the center of her palm.

“Genji…” she sighs, letting her stance loosen. “Maybe we should take a break.”

Keep reading

I’ve just reread the spoilers for this week and Liv and Chas are leaving tomorrow? I thought we had another week yet. Now I’m sad. I’m not to fussed about Chas at this point, but I love LIv. We better get a good Robert/Liv scene tonight/tomorrow…


I am so excited!!! This little book (well, 264 pages) has been about 9 months in the making, and it’s finally done. Good grief.

Basically, many of my friends at my undergrad university did Creative Writing with me, and for our final project we had to write a 6k word short story and 2k critical commentary - which, by the way, as someone who has done a Master’s since and written a 20k thesis, was just as hard as writing a standard dissertation. As a surprise to everyone, I sneakily got copies of everyone’s short stories by pretending I just wanted to read them and compare them to mine, and I made them all into an anthology, which I gave to everyone at graduation. It was a really fun project to work on, even though it took ages to proof read the entire thing and design the cover and cry over Word formatting. We called ourselves the Come Along Collective because ‘come along’ was kind of a catchphrase of ours and ‘collective’ sounded professional and artistic. Sue us, we had degrees in this shit.

In June last year, about 3 years after we graduated, we met up (a pretty big deal, seeing as one of us now lives in the US!) and decided to do another anthology. Without the immediate option of including our conveniently timed university dissertation equivalents, we agreed that it would be really fun if we all wrote a short story of between 4-15k words - this is actually why I wrote Here, the World Entire, which appears in this anthology in a slightly shorter form! Since I made that first anthology back in 2013 our friendship group has changed a little, and so one contributor to the first anthology isn’t in this one and we have a new contributor, but that’s OK; it kind of charts the progression of everyone’s experiences since university.

So, over the past 9 months or so, we all wrote a story each, and everyone put their all into their stories, despite being 23-25 now and not having the luxury of time that we used to have, and honestly, the stories are amazing. There’s not a single one in there that I wouldn’t read in a literary magazine. One person didn’t do Creative Writing and was really worried about their story not matching up to the others, but it absolutely does. I did a little cry when I read it because it was so good and the writer didn’t think it was (I think they are now aware that they are actually super talented and should definitely write more). That was one of the reasons I’m so happy to have this physical copy as proof that it’s done, and people who thought they couldn’t do it did do it, and they did it fabulously, because every single person wrote something phenomenal.

There was one person in the group who wasn’t able to write anything because they had a lot going on in their life, and so the rest of us prepared a SUPER SECRET SURPRISE, complete with a secret Facebook group chat (which was literally titled THE ONE THAT YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO KEEP SECRET) in which we collaborated and wrote a story for her instead so that she would still have a story in the anthology. One person wrote a section, then handed it to the next person, and so on. It turned out to be an absolutely hilarious story involving Emily Blunt as an evil sorceress, Jez and Mark from Peep Show as couriers, and our old landlord as an arch villain. It’s pretty rad, not going to lie. That person still gets their name on the cover because the story wouldn’t have been written without them; we basically tried our best to put that person’s personality into a narrative, and that’s why it’s so weird. They are weird, is what I’m saying.

This whole thing was a massive labour of love for all of us. I was literally proof reading it on lunch breaks, and taking graphic design assignments at work so that I could practice for when I made the cover (which I think looks snazzy, if endearingly off-kilter). Everyone was hugely supportive of one another, giving each other prompts and feedback whenever anyone got stuck, and it was such a fantastic experience to make it from start to finish. I’m so, so proud of the end product, and I’m excited to see what our next one will look like!

I have also prepared a super secret special surprise of my own for everyone within this anthology, which I won’t disclose here just in case any of them happen upon this post. It’s rad, though. I’m excited for everyone to see it.

This isn’t available for commercial purchase or anything like that, but it’s a personal project that’s been taking up a lot of my time lately (in a good way!) and it’ll be kind of sad not to have this to work towards. Still, onto the next thing!

March is #trypod month

I’m a huge fan of podcasts, and I’ve been wanting to make a list of my favourites. Since March is #trypod month, there’s no better time to write my first recommendation list! #trypod is a way to get the word out about podcasts since podcasting is still a pretty new and lesser known way to take in media.

History + storytelling

Myth & Legends - Stories from myths, legends, and folklore with modern interpretations. Some are stories you think you know, but with surprising origins. Others are stories you might not have heard, but really should. 
Tone - light, comical
Best episode (imo) - 15, Slavic Folklore: Bad Wolf
(This is my favourite podcast!)

Lore - Dark, historical tales that fuel our modern superstitions. Each episode explores the world of mysterious creatures, tragic events, and unusual places. Because sometimes the truth is more frightening than fiction.
Tone: dark, chilling
Best episode: 23, Rope and Railing (I’m still psychologically scarred from this tbh)

The Memory Palace - Short, surprising stories of the past, sometimes heartbreaking, sometimes hysterical, often a bit of both.
Tone: mixed, see above
Best episode: 59, Harriet Quimby and 62, We’ve Forgotten James Powell

Astonishing Legends - A look at legendary strange and unusual events throughout history and interviews with people who’ve had close encounters with the unexplained.
Tone: like you’re drinking around a campfire with your conspiracy theorist friends
Best episode: 31, Skinwalker Ranch

Unexplained - A show about strange and mysterious real life events that continue to evade explanation, where the unknown and paranormal meet some of the most radical ideas in science today.
Tone: informative, dramatic
Best episode: 8, When the Light Fades


Preforming arts

Wooden Overcoats - Rudyard Funn runs a funeral home in the village of Piffling Vale. It used to be the only one. It isn’t anymore…
Tone: dry humour
(This is my favourite preforming arts podcast, please try it!)

Welcome to Night Vale - Community updates for the small desert town of Night Vale, featuring local weather, news, announcements from the Sheriff’s Secret Police, mysterious lights in the night sky, dark hooded figures with unknowable powers, and cultural events. Turn on your radio and hide.
Tone: dark comedy

Alice Isn’t Dead - A truck driver encounters not-quite-human creatures, towns literally lost in time, and a conspiracy theory while driving across America in search of the wife she had long assumed dead.
Tone: horror

Ruby (The Adventures of an Intergalactic Gumshoe) - Ruby is a galactic gumshoe. A good one. The Android Sisters perform satirical speak-songs as Ruby encounters some pretty weird planetary inhabitants on her quest for truth.
Tone: comic science fiction

The Black Tapes - A serialized docudrama about one journalist’s search for truth, her enigmatic subject’s mysterious past, and the literal and figurative ghosts that haunt them.
Tone: horror (seriously)

TANIS - Tanis is an exploration of the nature of truth, conspiracy, and information. Tanis is what happens when the lines between science and fiction start to blur. (This one starts slow, but trust it.)
Tone: horror

Homecoming - The story of a caseworker at an experimental facility, her ambitious supervisor (David Schwimmer), and a soldier eager to rejoin civilian life (Oscar Isaac).
Tone: psychological thriller

Limetown - Ten years ago, over three hundred men, women and children disappeared from a small town in Tennessee, never to be heard from again.
Tone: mystery, horror

In the future when I’ve found more favourites, I’ll add them (I have so many downloaded and so little time). These people deserve recognition and support. Please give a podcast a try today, and please reblog this post to help spread the word about this vastly underrated form of media!


I wrote a thing.

Does anyone want to read a thing? If you do here it is. I haven’t written fiction in more years than I can count and I am definitely a bit rusty so I would love some constructive feedback!  Its a one shot from Jamie’s POV (Though I might have a go at writing it from Claire’s POV as well at some point). 

He looked at her. The light streamed through the gap where the curtains didn’t quite meet and illuminated her pale skin giving it a luminescence that made her look like she was crafted from the sunlight itself.

He was in love with her. That much he knew. He was in love with her and had been from the very moment he set eyes on her across that room. The riot of curls that she brushed impatiently from her face with an unthinking gesture, the strange whiskey coloured eyes that reminded him of a big cat, at once both wary and possessing of an intensity that took the breath from his body. She was quite simply beautiful and all the more so for the fact that she seemed entirely self possessed.

Had he really only met her 24 hours ago? Had it really only been one solitary day since his life was irrevocably changed? A day that had started like any other. A trip to the office, some off site meetings. A lunch that got cancelled. Oh, but thanks be to God that the lunch had been cancelled.


He set down his phone debating whether or not to leave and go for his usual sandwich in the park. He spent all day inside and considered any day that was fine enough to eat al fresco to be an opportunity not to be wasted. In Scotland they were few and far between. He looked up from gathering his belongings just as the door swung open and she was there. She. Was There.

He knew he was staring and he tried very hard to stop but somehow he could not tear his eyes from her face. He couldn’t have told you what she had been wearing but he could have described the dusting of freckles across her cheeks, or the curve of her lip where it formed a perfect cupid’s bow or the way her hair cascaded over her shoulders like the water of a highland burn at once silver and red and golden in the light. He could have written sonnets about these things in this moment, but tear his eyes from her face? No, that he could not seem to be able to do.

She was looking back at him and he vaguely wondered if his mouth was open. She smiled knowingly at him as she was seated at the table directly next to his. He smiled back. Or at least that’s what he hoped happened. That or he simply bared his teeth at her. She didn’t look alarmed though. Quite the opposite. She was looking at him too now. Looking at him with an expression that he was almost certain was mirrored by his own. She looked at him like she knew him and at that moment he was certain that she did.

Slowly, he came back to himself. And he smiled. A real smile this time. She returned the smile and leaned towards him.

“Claire’ she stated simply holding out her hand. ‘Jamie’ was his reply as he took it. Her hand was warm and soft and he fought the urge to lift it to his lips.


Her lips were on his, soft and hot and he moaned at the feeling of them. His tongue sought hers as his hands caught her hair. She sighed against him and pressed her body closer pushing her hips against his. He pushed her back against the wall returning the pressure of her body.


His hands shook with the intensity of his want. Physical want, yes, there was that. He wanted to possess this woman’s body. He wanted to bring her to shuddering submission beneath him. But it was more than that. He wanted to know her. To possess her secrets, to know her mind and her soul. He wanted her to know him. To possess him, to make him her own.

“Mo Nighean Donn”

They were pulling at each other’s clothes now. Buttons rolled across the wooden floor as they were torn from his shirt. Her dress was pooled around her ankles as she stood there now in only her pants. His trousers were halfway down his thighs. He could take her now, here against the wall of the hallway and my god, he wanted to. But no. He would not. He wanted more than that. He wanted to worship her, do service to her. He wanted to love her. With more effort than he knew was possible he pulled back. She stood there looking at him. Hair tousled, breath coming heavy, wearing only a pair of yellow pants.She was glorious.  Golden eyes met blue and she smiled and held out her hand to him once more. This time he took it and buried his lips in her wrist. And then he led her down the hall, into his bedroom and into his soul.


They had left the restaurant and simply strolled around the city. They chatted about their lives, sat outside cafes and made up elaborate back stories for passers by. He was bowled over by her wit and her humour. She was, to him entirely perfect. More than once he discreetly pinched himself. Surely he was dreaming.

All good things must come to an end and that was especially true of the Scottish weather. As they meandered the lamplight flooded streets of Edinburgh there was a gentle patter against the paved street, a patter that turned to a drumbeat and the skies opened and the cool summer rain began to fall. She turned to him laughing and took his hand as they ran down the road towards sanctuary. She stopped just short of the pub they were headed for and turned to him, the streetlamps turning her eyes from the soft gold of a smooth whiskey into a tigerish yellow. She ran her fingers down his jaw and his breathe caught at the intimacy of the contact, at the closeness of her body to his. She stood up on tiptoes and brought her lips gently to his. His world ended and was born again as she kissed him in the rain.


He laid her down, almost reverentially, on the bed. He kissed her deep and as he pushed into her, her back arched. He dipped his head to her breast and ran his tongue along it as she gasped beneath him. Her fingers wrapped around the curls at the base his neck as she rocked herself against him, meeting his body with every thrust. Onwards and onwards they drove each other, their moans lost as their lips met again and again until at last they shattered together, the pieces of one indistinguishable from the pieces of the other.


He watched the light shine on her. The curves of her hips like the curves of the mountains and hills. He smiled to himself. It was an apt description. There was something elemental about her, other worldly. How else could feel this way about her so soon?  He had had had other women in his bed before but none had shaken him to his very foundation. Never before would he have been able to believe that a chance meeting and an afternoon of playing truant in the city could have caused such a fundamental shift.

Lost in his revery he did not notice as she stirred and turned towards him. She smiled sleepily as he fingers traced the shape of his bicep and up across his chest. He reached towards her and pushed her curls from her face.

‘I love you’

The words escaped his lips before they had even fully formed in his mind and for a moment he felt panic. It was too fast. Too soon. She would run now.

‘I love you too’

And her lips met his and he was home.

The End.

strong-bottle-of-jyn  asked:

how about the prompt "You could've died! What were you thinking?!"

Okay, first of all, I need to say that I adore your URL. Wholly and completely. Like it might be my favorite Rogue One related URL, in all honesty. So, you’re amazing, thank you for that. (Since you didn’t include it in here, if you have an AO3 username, send it to me!)

But here’s the prompt :) I hope you enjoy… Because I can’t resist writing First Kiss fics :)

Thank you to all my followers and those who have sent me prompts (and I’m sorry to those who are still waiting on their prompt to be published… I promise, it’s coming!), but I’m cutting off accepting new prompts! I still have several more to write, so you haven’t seen the last of this series, but no more prompts for now! Much love to you all!


Today is neither the first, nor Jyn suspects, the last time she’ll find herself in the Rebellion’s medbay. In fact, today seems fairly routine for what Jyn’s become accustomed to. No broken bones, no infected wounds threatening to turn septic. Just a blaster wound to the shoulder that didn’t even require submersion in a bacta tank. Piece of cake, honestly.

Cassian Andor, apparently, does not agree. Or, at least, that’s what Jyn’s gotten out of the long-winded lecture he’s spouting at her. (She may or may not have tuned out after the first time the words “following orders” came out of his mouth.)

Instead of paying attention to the captain’s words, Jyn has been ticking down the list of suspects that could have told Cassian exactly how she got injured on Rogue One’s most recent mission to the Outer Rim, because Jyn only gave an intentionally vague description of her activities to the man who is now formally her commanding officer.

After all, if Kestrel Dawn has issues with a few crime lords – crime lords that are likely looking for the thousands of credits Kestrel stole from them – then that’s up to Jyn Erso – who just happens to share Kestrel’s face – to deal with, not Cassian Andor.

Only one member of the crew knew exactly where Jyn was heading as she split off from the group. No matter how much Jyn trusts Bodhi Rook, however, she also recognizes the definite downsides to telling Bodhi she needed to settle a score with a previous boss. For all his bravery and learned composure in the face of Imperials, Bodhi still cracks under the pressure of Cassian’s intimidating commanding officer face, making him a prime suspect for telling Cassian how exactly Jyn returned to their U-Wing with a fresh wound in her shoulder.

However, in hind sight, Jyn also recognizes that K-2SO stood unfortunately close behind Bodhi as Jyn relayed her true plan. And Force knows how happy the droid would have been to report back to Cassian that Jyn Erso intended on traipsing off to start a fight instead of gathering reconnaissance on the local Imperial forces. (Because the droid, much like his still-lecturing master, can’t understand that Jyn needed to put the crime lords in their place to ensure Rogue One could leave the planet in one piece.)

Jyn can hear his complaining voice now: I’ve always said we can’t trust that Jyn Erso, always off stirring up trouble…

“Jyn, are you even listening?” Jyn assumes Cassian doesn’t want to hear the obvious answer of no, Captain, I haven’t been listening the entire time you’ve paced this room. “You could’ve died! What were you thinking?”

“I was thinking that the entire crew would be dead if I didn’t do something first,” Jyn snapped, her frustration with the situation boiling over. “So I’m sorry if I’ve got a minor blaster wound, but, since we all made it out alive—“

But Jyn is cut off, rather unexpectedly, by Cassian’s face swooping in to kiss. His lips are rough, as forceful as the words he’s been throwing at her for the last fifteen minutes, and his hand reaches around to grip the side of her face, holding her to him. Jyn stills in shock for a moment; her lips just begin to move under his, her hand just brushing the side of his stubble, as he pulls back, breathing hard, his dark eyes intent on hers.

“That’s… new,” Jyn stutters after a moment of staring. Slowly, the edges of her mouth twist up into a smirk. “Honestly, Captain, how can you not expect me to not throw myself into danger if that’s the kind of response it gets from you?”

“Shut up,” Cassian mutters as he presses his lips to hers again.

I love how adorably pleased with himself he is in this scene and how closely he watches her reactions.  I mean, I dunno it is just adorkable to me.  

Also, side note, I have started a youtube.  I did it for me more than anything so I’d have a back up of videos I can use to reference when I’m writing and access from anywhere.  I thought it might come in handy for others though so here is the link to the playlist.  And it is going to be for Emma so mage Lavellan with Solas as LI

Right now I only have Haven and then arriving to Skyhold, but more is coming.  I am trying to very clearly label everything so it is easy to find what I need and, potentially, what anyone else might want to use ;).  

assaulht  asked:

Do you have any prompts about typical things a fallen angel might say? X

“I can’t tell if I regret or not. It’s too early to say for sure.”

“Everything’s so different down here.”

“I thought wholeheartedly that I was doing the right thing, but this proves I got something wrong along the way.”

“For now, I need to find a way to blend in and I certainly can’t. Not when I’m looking like this.”

What is it with this new manga chapters - I should be answering asks and headcanons, but every time the new chapter comes out, I have to write something for it.

Aka I’m writing a sequel to Talk to me of sorts. Less crying, still feelings, a little bit of silliness and lots of Dad Might in it.

(All Might basically SAID that Izuku gave him his will to live, so yeah, nothing is stopping me from excessively relishing in Dad Might ideas.)

Anonymous asked:

I currently started writing the first few chapters of my book which switches between two POVs. My problem is that after switching the POV I always need some time to switch my writing style back to that POV since these people are very different. I tried writing in one POV first because their stories are only occasionally connected but having these holes of time are making it complicated. Do you have any advice how I can write without pausing everytime I have to switch POVs or have some time jump?

One thing you might try is to create a mood board/character aesthetics board for each character. You can do a paper collage, a digital collage, a tumblr gallery, a pinterest board–whatever works. Fill it with images and quotes that remind you of that character. You might even choose a song for each character that you can listen to while you peruse the collage/board. This way, you can spend just a few minutes to get back into the head space of that character.

Alternatively, and what a lot of writers do, is just re-read their last POV chapter, or even the last half of it, before you start writing the next one.

What you’ll find is that as time goes on, the more and more often you make this switch in your story, the easier that transition will be for you. :)

Have a writing question? I’d love to hear from you! Please be sure to read my ask rules and master list first or your question will not be answered. :)

anonymous asked:

What would be your dream resolution to this whole storyline?

You mean without changing the things that already happened? Well first of all I need Aaron to be home safe, with his family and friends. I need him to talk about his life in prison about the drugs and his fears and that he’s not alright and probably never will be. I need him to get professional help. I need Rober to be honest with Aaron and tell him about Rebecca. SOON! I know Aarons head might be all over the place when he gets home and he’ll be vulnerable and fragile but he deserves to know the truth right away. Robert should have told him in prison I do understand why Chas stopped Robert, it still wasn’t right. Idk how fast Roberts gonna tell Aaron when he sees how much Aarons still hurting after prison and what he’s been through. If I could write the sl I would make Robert tell him when he’s home. When they both settled down on the couch and Aaron tells him from prison I need Robert to tell Aaron how he felt with Aaron being inside, they both are broken and both need to know how the other person feels. Maybe then they can work together and fix things. It’s up to them. About how Aarons gonna react to the truth mmhh idk i thougth about it a lot. I want him to be mad and angry but i also want him to understand why it happened and I dont mean that he should think its his fault coz hell its not Aarons fault. I guess he’s gonna push Robert away but Robert won’t let him not this time, not again. I think Aarons gonna need some time to adjust to things and clear his head. Also I think Roberts gonna take everything that Aarons gonna give him, if he wants to break up he’ll do it, if he wants robert to fight for Aaron he’ll do it. I have no doubt that Roberts gonna steal the moon for Aaron if he’d ask him too. I also think its the way round. I want Aaron to be mad at Robert but I want him to understand and give him another chance. I think Aaron knows that hes never been more happy than being with Robert and same goes for Robert. Its nothing you just throw away easily. I just hope they bond is stronger than both of them think and that they can start over new be husbands again or better start being husbands they never really had the chance to be husbands. Also I talked with a friend about it @godamnarmsrace my queen always knows best what if both feel like that had broken up and they werent togehter when robert slep with rebecca maybe then it would be easier to forgive and forget?! coz it was clear that both thought they broke up so maybe they can move past it faster than we think BUT I HAVE NOW FRIGGIN CLUE I NEED ANSWERS AND I NEED NEW EPIS PLLSSS 6th april is still so so far away. wbu ppl? how should this sl go on?!?!? gimme your thoughts pls ;)

anonymous asked:

This might be a tad odd, but do you have any advice on indexes/guides? Many stories with important features or unfamiliar landscapes have information of species or terrain or a map, be it for aesthetic or make things more organized.

Hello! I do have a few things to say on the subject. This is something I’ve actually commented on pretty frequently in editing and critiquing fantasy novels, so it’s thing a lot of people struggle with…even if they don’t know it. ;)

Using Reference Materials in your Novel

It’s pretty standard for Sci-Fi/Fantasy to include some amount of reference materials in the book. But when do you need to? What is acceptable? And how much is too much?

Speculative fiction tends to, more than other genres, take place in brand new worlds with unknown histories and structures. And so we, as writers, often have a TON of notes on the subject. In early drafts, that might sneak its way in as unneeded exposition. It’s hard to strike the right balance of pacing and intrigue in a novel when there’s so much background the reader doesn’t have. 

So once a writer has whittled the novel down to the perfect length for the story and narrative flow, it’s easy to be tempted to stick indexes, guides, images…all manner of reference in the front or the back of the book so that the reader has all of that complicated information at their finger tips. It will help them understand the world! If they get lost, they can refer back and get back on track! They NEED this!

Originally posted by samisoffthewall

Here’s the thing: your narrative needs to be strong enough to carry that information on its own. You should not rely upon guides or indexes or glossaries to make your book readable. 

NOW, that being said…

Including reference materials in your novel is a-okay as long as you follow a few easy rules. I’m not going to stand here and tell you not to put glossaries or maps or anything in your book because that would be crazy. For fantasy, especially, it’s almost expected that you’ll have such things. The key is how to create them and how to use them so that they enhancing your reader’s experience rather than detract from it (or stop it all together).

1. Is it a map?

If yes, GREAT. Stick it in the front of the book, no questions asked. People will likely skip over it for the most part, at least at first, but it’s there and you’re already cluing the reader in that this story is set in another world. You’re also, based on the quality and accuracy of the illustration, giving them an established tone and possibly time-period orientation for the story. (Old time-y map, vs. pirate map vs. futuristic map. It can say a lot.) 

I will be writing a brainstorming series post on map making in the near future.

2. Include your alphabetized, concise glossary in the back of the book.

Make each definition short and only include words that are used in the novel. But remember not to rely upon the glossary. Words, when used in the book, should be able to be figured out by context. 

3. Make sure any illustrations, visuals, or diagrams you use are important, attractive, and in the back of the book.

In a project of mine, I use one illustration in addition to the map because the exact image, while described within the narrative, is central to the character’s understanding of their own magic system. The reader doesn’t need it, really. It doesn’t give vital information or fill in gaps that are left out of the book…but it does say something about the culture and its presence in the book speaks to the importance of that image (which is, once again, discussed in the book) to the characters and their society. I include it because it deepens the world a little and it’s fun. 

In the past, I have included diagrams and other such things, but I had beta-readers admit that they didn’t really pay attention to them, they weren’t beneficial, or weren’t interesting. So they were cut. The novel is easier to swallow in one look because of it. 

4. Consider: Is it important to you or to the characters

If it’s the former, your reader will likely not care that much. The latter is much more interesting because the reader just spent 300 pages or so getting to know the characters, so coming across something in the back that they know was of interest to the characters is automatically more intriguing. 

5. Don’t use footnotes unless it very specifically fits into the tone of the book. 

If you’re writing an epic fantasy, you don’t need footnotes. Use your writing skillz to the max and do all vital info-dumping within the narrative. If it doesn’t fit into the narrative, maybe reconsider its importance. 

If, however, you’re writing a book about a scholar or archaeologist who is studying the ancient ruins of a now-dead planet in which the voice and tone are all very academic, then footnotes might fit very well into that style. 

Even then, though, reeeeaaaaallllly think about it. 

6. Don’t include too much. 

It pretty much all comes down to this. Are the materials you’re including going to truly enhance the reader’s experience? What will the average, relatively lazy reader think when they see all the extra non-story stuff you’ve included? Just like the importance of being concise with your narrative, choose only the most important words to add in your reference stuff. Don’t be repetitive only, but help flesh out the details of the world of your book that are really going to be interesting. 


Your reader will open your book with no context, no preconceived love of your world or your characters or your story. So all that extra information will mean nothing to them. That’s why it belongs at the back of the book. If they open the book and see pre-reading infomational materials, then they might decide that your book isn’t worth it…not if it requires this much study before diving in. 

Earn their desire for more knowledge by first writing a compelling and deep story. Then, at the end of the book, if they want to know more, it’s there waiting for them, to help appease their hungry minds.

Make it your goal to make them want to read all your reference material. 

That’s a goal that can only be accomplished by writing an awesome story. 

Happy writing!

so over the past few months I’ve seen some meta go around which (rightfully) criticizes fanworks where Anders is a major character but then something terrible happens to him at the end or the story otherwise involves torture porn (i.e. Tranquility) or “fixing Anders” or something else.

a couple of these metas have specifically pointed to f!Handers and Fenders as being “worst offenders” ships, and while I don’t know if that’s true or not, I wanted to let my followers know, as someone who writes both… all of my stories are safe for Anders fans.  Regardless of the ship, I will never write any stories where Anders has a bad end, or where he is wrong or “fixed” or anything else like that.

There might be a little drama or angst, but if a story on AO3 has my name under the title, then Anders is safe.  I love him, he’s important to me, and my stories all reflect that, regardless of ship.  That’s a promise. ❤️


Another one of these! They’re my new favorite thing to write!


Sharna: So I might have a little crush.

Jenna: On???

S: New partner. Bonner Bolton. Google images. I’ll wait.

J: Oooh A+. Girl you need to find me one of those.

Well this one is mine but I’ll see what I can do for you.



Did you ask or do your research??

Both…. Asked about family and friends. Tried to be casual.

Probably failed.

So comforting.

I try! So is this a little crush or a big crush???

Only been 4 days. I’ll keep you posted.

Didn’t answer my question.

The second one.

Good girl. Anything from him yet?

Not really. Think he’s still totally overwhelmed by all of this.

Out of his element?

So far out. But I kind of like that. More endearing. More normal.

Can he move?

We’re getting there. Ways to go yet. Very focused and determined though. Makes my job easier.

Half the battle won. So anyways you should ask him out.

4 days Jen. Be patient.

Nope. Do it. You know you won’t be able to resist.

I already can’t resist. But I’m trying to be good. Don’t make this harder on me.

Well start feeling out his vibe and go from there. I’m sure he’s into you.

You’ve never even met him!

I’ve met YOU stupid! Of course he is.

Our work is important to me though. Don’t want to be that girl.

How does it go…? Have your cake and eat it too?

Think that’s supposed to be a warning. Not advice.

Not anymore. Get with your hot country boy then ask if he has any single friends for me!

folle-studiare  asked:

hiii I have two questions, first do you have any pdf recommendations for people wanting to learn Korean? Second, my name is Dennise, is 데니스 the correct way of writing it in hangeul? Thank youu ☺️

Yes, that’s the correct spelling.

PDFs…well, if you visit Topik Guide, you’ll be prompted to enter your email to subscribe to them and you get two free books in PDF format. I haven’t taken a look at them yet, but hey, free books! That’s what comes to my mind first. 

I did a quick Google search and found this that has a couple PDFs.

This Reddit user has a couple links too. I might have to check that out, too…

Also, Topik Guide offers a self-study package you have to pay for. I bought it and it comes with a lot of stuff. However, I did find some errors… I do plan on sharing some of the content within this package so people who can’t necessarily afford it can have some access. Plus, a lot of it I already knew, which means you’ll learn it anyway. What’s nice is that there’s beginner and intermediate included and practice TOPIK tests.

Anyone else have any recommendations?


anonymous asked:

I.. I just... Sin City is the best story I've EVER read here on Tumblr, but I regret reading it so fast. 😭 I know it'll be updated a month from now, but it feels like years and I'm dying. :'))) 💔 The smut keeps me on the edge of my seat, but the intricate storyline you've been slowly building up is giving me a heart attack. 👀 I'm so curious about numerous things, mostly about Jimin's character. 👀 (aLSO) I JUST WANTED TO SAY THANK YOU FOR BEING SUCH AN AMAZING HUMAN BEING AND INSPIRING ME! 😆

Thank you so much, you’re very sweet :’) I’m glad to hear my writing inspired you, that really means a lot!! I might update it a little sooner than I thought. The less time I spend on Tumblr, the more time I have for writing, and I’ve written half of that chapter already but it’s going to be very long, so I don’t know when I’ll finish. Thank you for reading and for sending me this :*

anonymous asked:

Okay. You,don't UNDERSTAND. Your latest update was glorious, i tell you, GLORIOUS!! I need a moment omg (´・_・`) also, since we're slowly entering the "oh shit, i'm in love with my bestfriend" stage, i need to know: will there be viktuuri angst? Because if so, then i need to mentally prepare myself for the pain. I already feel like imma cry an ocean when alexei leaves as yuuri's coach, but i trust whatever you have in store for us and i know it's gonna be as amazing as chris's ass, so help me *_*

Thank you so much!

Depends on the type of angst that you’re thinking of.  I personally don’t like writing HARD Angst.  of the type of certain fics I could name.  It’s exhausting for me as an author to keep that up for long periods of time, omg.  More power to those that can.

Of course, there will be angst, it might even get really angsty at one point, but for the most part, the angst will be FLANGST! Fluffy angst.  

So no huge amounts of angst.  We’re looking at every conceivable permutation of PINING, though. ;)   And maybe a bit of reader frustration that these two are such IDIOTS about each other… but hardcore angst… nope. :D

I hope I don’t disappoint!

They might be having a baby.
That’s what they said, at least.
I drove home from work,
remembering how just last week
it would have been dark by now.
The sunlight felt like a beautiful stranger in my hometown.
I didn’t know what to make of it.

‘We were worried about you,’
meek and mild,
an adult straight out of the womb.
Apparently I have grown since our first handshake,
trying to leave behind the frame I held when
all of my screams, all of my colors,
came out grey, as whispers.

We were all pastel once,
delicate, bursting out of our own ribcages,
unaware of how much,
simply how much,
there was, and would be.
We doodled on each others arms in watercolors,
dripping over our faces and hands,
tattooing importance onto ourselves
to grow into
that we would not let the world ignore.
No longer grey, not meek, not mild,
but prisms held up to the sun,
covering the walls around us
in us.
Simply us, loudly us, brilliantly us.

Last night was years later.
I dreamed of young boy, fresh,
but colorful already.
I dreamed that I was grey again.
I awoke, flustered, to find blue and green and purple
seeping through my clothing
onto the bedsheets.
I scraped all it together
and desperately slathered it back on
with my fingertips.

I am driving home from work,
and the sky is the stained glass window of a chapel,
with heaven casting its beams through.
In this very moment,
I am living a million befores
and a million afters
all at once.
I don’t know what to make of the sunlight.
It is beautiful, and strange.

—  G.S.
the next protest au

“Newsies and scabs alike turned to see who had shot the gun, searching for the bullet’s location.”  (aka a very sad Jack/Davey fic that I absolutely HAD to write)

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anonymous asked:

Can I have love letter form 3taro please? If you don't do it, feel free to ignore it :3

I need to work on my 3taro writing skills so hopefully this turns out in character~ ^^ I really don’t coin him as the love letter type so this was a little weird.

- Ghost


Not sure if you’re even going to get this since, like everyone else, you think I’ve just gone on vacation but I might as well get this over with. Something’s come up and I’m heading to Egypt with people I barely even know (barring gramps) to sort some things out - I don’t know when we’re coming back (sometime under 50 days if we’re lucky) but I’d rather not have you catching the nearest plane to get wrapped up in this mess just trying to find out the real reason I’m not there. 

Gramps keeps being told that someone keeps visiting the house every day asking where I am and I can only assume it’s you - you’re the only one stubborn enough to do something like that and expect not to get into any trouble…still at least you aren’t being as annoying as the other idiots at school. The new kid - Kakyoin - is here too so don’t go bothering his parents about it, it’s only going to cause more trouble than it’s worth.

I guess this is the part where most people say they’re sorry for leaving so early and hoping they’ll be back soon but I’m not getting into that, I had my reasons for leaving without telling you (most of which you already know the answer to thanks to your persistence) and I’m not about to apologize to you because of it, I can’t even say that I’m coming back at all with all of the shit going on; if I don’t…you already know what to do so long as you remember our last conversation.

Try not to get into trouble while I’m gone - I know that’s probably impossible but you can’t say I didn’t try

…stay safe S/O

- Jotaro