free write of sorts

Some rebel code phrases

Some have counter-phrases, some do not.

  • Nothing but dust, on Lasan
    • But some of us still remember 
  • No one can destroy the stars
    • Enough smog, and you’ll never see them
  • A lie is like a vibro-knife
    • Yet the truth can be more deadly
  • It’s a long way to Alderaan
  • 01000001 01110010 01100101 00100000 01111001 01101111 01110101 00100000 01100001 00100000 01110011 01110000 01111001 00111111
    • 01110000 01100101 01110010 01101000 01100001 01110000 01110011 00101100 00100000 01110111 01101000 01100001 01110100 00100111 01110011 00100000 01101001 01110100 00100000 01110100 01101111 00100000 01111001 01101111 01110101 00111111
  • In a hundred years we’ll all be dead 
    • But here and now I am alive
  • By the light of Lothal’s moons
  • There’s more Imperials than stars in the sky
    • But there’s still many more who want freedom
  • It only takes a spark to start a fire
  • The starbird cannot die
  • Remember Geonosis
    • Remember Lasan

anonymous asked:

Hi I'm sorry if this sounds rude but you mentioned your friends are giving up fic writing? And that you came close to.I notice writers get much fewer rebblogs than artists but I didn't know it's that bad. Who are you talking about and do you guys talk about this, like is there a chatroom for writers?

Hi anon! This isn’t rude at all, don’t worry! This is going to be a bit of a long answer, so bear with me :’)

I don’t know if I can mention names here, I don’t want to make anyone uncomfortable, so I can’t really give you more details than I already have: I am friends with this person and they probably won’t be writing fanfics anymore.
I can tell you though that I’ve also spent most of the last couple of weeks wondering if there was still a point in posting my writing at all.

The thing is, writers barely get any feedback. Especially ones that aren’t insanely popular. We pour so much of ourselves into our writing, so it’s incredibly discouraging to barely get any comments, kudos, likes or reblogs.

In my personal experience, tumblr is an awful place for writers. I’ve got a decent-sized following on ao3 I think (though I don’t have much to compare to) and even there, with more than 100 people subscribed to me, I only tend to get around… 5 or 6 comments max per fic that are actually reviews (as in, comments with more content than “please update soon” or “this was nice”) - which is already more than I know many of my writer friends get.
On tumblr, I’m lucky if two or three people reblog my work, and that’s exactly the problem: Who’s going to see it if no one reblogs it? Likes are fine and of course I appreciate those, too, but in the bigger picture they’re meaningless.
Once a fic is done, it’s done. It’s out there then, and I can’t keep reblogging my own posts again and again in the hopes that someone will pay attention to them. I get one shot, maybe two if I reblog my fic again for people in other timezones, but that’s pretty much it. I’m not surprised that it’s gotten so frustrating that it makes people want to quit.

…as for your other question - I don’t know if there’s any larger chatroom or space for writers. I know some people have group chats, but it’s mostly a private thing, as far as I know? I’m really not a big name in this fandom so there might be a lot of stuff going on that I don’t know about.

As for me - I just message people a lot, with the tumblr feature, or on skype or snapchat if I know them better. I’m open to any and all conversations (most of mine with other writers started by me yelling at them about how much I love their work ^^), so if you want to talk to me please don’t hesitate to shoot me a message. That’s what they’re for, after all? My ask’s always open, and I don’t mind private messages either.

In any case - there’s quite a few people in my immediate vicinity that I’ve talked to and I consider friends - many of them are writers, some are artists, some do both, some do neither. I talk about this problem (of wanting to write, but barely receiving any feedback, of feeling like we’re wasting our time) to pretty much anyone who will listen, but it’s frustrating because I don’t have the influence to change anything. Of course I’ll try to keep my fellow writers motivated and try to change their minds about giving up, but there’s only so much I can do, and in the end it’s their decision. Most writers I’ve talked to really enjoy writing fanfics, and it takes quite a bit of disappointment to get you to the point where you want to just… stop. So… yes, it’s a big problem.

I’m going to wrap this up now, but… again, I cannot emphasize enough how important comments are to writers. I’ve talked to some people who’ve said they’re not sure if their comments will even make a difference, because they feel they haven’t got anything interesting to say - picture it this way. As a writer, I’m standing on a stage and presenting a thing, and in response, about twenty people give me polite nods (kudos, likes) and four actually start clapping. But there’s like two hundred people (hits) standing in this room, and I kind of feel stupid now.
All comments matter. At this point, they might save you your writers. Because with less and less feedback, there’s less and less incentive to actually post things.

I can’t say much for other fandoms because it’s been a while since I’ve written substantially for anything but Haikyuu, which is still a relatively active fandom? But I get the feeling that’s starting to wear off, too.

Enthusiasm shifts, and I get that. But if you still enjoy an author’s work, please, please, by all means leave them a comment. Otherwise it might be the last work you read from them.

Send me a word and two characters

[So this is something I put together for the fanfiction workshop I taught last week. The concept is shamelessly ripped off that other prompt post with the unusual words, and the words themselves are shamelessly harvested from all those “words that are impossible to translate into English” lists. I just collected the ones I thought were cool.]

  • toska (Russian)  a dull ache of the soul, a longing with nothing to long for
  • mamihlapinatapei (Yagan)  the wordless, yet meaningful look shared by two people who both desire to initiate something but are both reluctant to start
  • jayus (Indonesian)  a joke so poorly told and so unfunny that one cannot help but laugh
  • fernweh (German)  being homesick for a place you’ve never been
  • tartle (Scottish)  the act of hestitating while introducing someone because you’ve forgotten their name
  • cafuné (Brazillian Portuguese)  the act of tenderly running one’s fingers through someone’s hair
  • mokita (New Guinean)  the truth everyone knows but nobody says
  • wabi-sabi (Japanese)  finding beauty within the imperfections of life and accepting peacefully the natural cycle of growth and decay
  • dépaysement (French)  the feeling that comes from not being in one’s home country
  • schadenfreude (German)  the feeling of pleasure at seeing another’s misfortune
  • tingo (Pascuense)  the act of taking objects one desires from the house of a friend by gradually borrowing all of them
  • l'appel du vide (French)  the instinctive urge to jump from high places
  • embasan (Maguindanaoan)  to wear clothes while taking a bath
  • duende (Spanish)  the mysterious power that a work of art has to deeply move a person
  • saudade (Portuguese)  the feeling of longing for something or someone that you love and which is lost
  • boketto (Japanese)  the act of gazing vacantly into the distance without thinking
  • hygge (Danish)  the pleasant, genial, and intimate feeling associated with sitting around a fire in the winter with close friends
  • pochemuchka (Russian)  a person who asks too many questions
  • packesel (German)  the person who’s stuck carrying everyone else’s bags on a trip
  • ayurnamat (Inuit)  the philosophy that there is no reason to worry about the things that can’t be changed
  • cavoli riscaldati (Italian)  the result of attempting to revive an unworkable relationship

Just in case you ever forget how beautiful Zach/Owen is:

  • Zach going off to college, talking to a friend who’s taking Zoology and off-handedly mentioning that his boyfriend is an ex-Navy SEAL professional raptor wrangler.
  • Owen can’t figure out why Zach is so reluctant to spend the night with him. He isn’t going to push him, yeah, but they’ve been dating for almost seven months now (and he’s kind of starting to wonder whether his boyfriend has a third nipple or something). Turns out Zach talks in his sleep. At first it’s just ten kinds of adorable and pretty freakin’ hilarious when Owen catches him mumbling about pickles and Owen’s jawline in his sleep. Then one night, he’s just drifting off, cuddled up with an arm around Zach’s waist, when he hears the words I love you murmured softly. Owen doesn’t tease him again after that, but secretly, Zach’s midnight ramblings are one of his favourite things ever.
  • It’s been years since the Isla Nublar incident, and Owen still feels really empty without his girls. He misses having something to teach and care for — and it doesn’t go unnoticed by Zach. He adopts a puppy from the animal shelter and surprises Owen. Owen falls in love with her instantly and by the end of week, she refuses to leave his side. The puppy chews through Zach’s headphone cord but he can’t bring himself to complain — not when this is the happiest Owen has been since the raptors.
  • Owen’s really into country music. Like, really, really into it. He knows every lyric to every Johnny Cash song ever and it’s kind of terrifying, but one day they’re driving and an old Taylor Swift song comes on the radio. Owen looks a little embarrassed, but half a minute later and some goading from Zach (because, come on, he found Owen’s secret stash of less-than-macho music weeks ago), and they’re both belting out the words like it’s nobody’s business.
  • Zach realizes he might just love Owen on a lazy Saturday morning; when they’re wrapped in blankets and slow-dancing in the kitchen, still half-asleep. Zach rests his head against Owen’s shoulder, listening to him hum an off-pitch tune, and thinks: shit, I might just love this dork.
Mystic MESSenger Fanfiction Mess

Okay, so, I just want to try something out here. This is a public google docs page, where I want to see if the Mystic Messenger fandom can team together and try to write a coherent fanfiction of sorts! Feel free to make whatever changes you want, just try to keep things with explicit content out because anyone can edit it, after all, and also don’t delete what other people make (unless it breaks the rule about explicit content)!

anonymous asked:

Character Ask: m!Kamui?

  • First impression: He’s… so pretty? I absolutely love the shape of his eyes. His color palette is cool, his battle animations are SUPER cool, I don’t know why he’s barefooted but I don’t even care, his hairstyle is weird but somehow it’s pretty too. Damn, we got a really fine-looking male avatar. You’re lucky you’re the avatar, I might have S-supported you otherwise.
  • Impression now: I really wish the game would have let him GET RIGHTFULLY ANGRY AT EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENS TO HIM AND EVERYONE THAT TELLS HIM WHAT TO DO/TO CALM DOWN. That’s pretty much it, I still love him. I love how he can be sarcastic and sassy at times, or get visibly annoyed at people while remaining pleasant.
  • Favorite moment: Just before fighting Hans, the dude mocks him and Kamui just yells “I AM GOING TO MASSACRE YOU, HANS!”. Like, YES YES YES, MASSACRE HIM. This is the closest the game let him to being angry so I cherish this quote.
  • Idea for a story: Someone with writing skills and enough free time should definitely make some sort of rewriting of the events of Fates with a Kagerou Days mechanism. Like, Kamui first chooses to side with Hoshido, then at the end goes back in time because everything is miserable and it hurts too much and then chooses Nohr, then it’s still BAD, so he goes back in time again and THEN he chooses to side with no one because he KNOWS neither Nohr or Hoshido are the right choices; he already tried. And he’s so exhausted and bitter but still hopeful and determined to get the happy ending everyone fucking deserves, and after all these countless battles he is so STRONG no one understands why, and he is so tired from trying and trying again and again… That’s how I headcanon his story anyway.
  • Unpopular opinion: I love him. That’s unpopular enough.
  • Favorite relationship: So many… Ryouma, Zero, Silas… Aqua, too. Kamui and Aqua are my ultimate Fates brotp. Also he’s such an adorable doting dad with Kana!
  • Favorite headcanon: If a Nohrian character is taking care of the lottery, he’ll choose the Hoshidan lottery. If it’s a Hoshidan character, he’ll choose the Nohrian lottery. Half to annoy them, half to make them accept he doesn’t want to choose a side, even here. 

Send Me a Character

it’s a little scary to me how people may not want to be with another person just because they’re asexual

I am changing my rural au tag to small town au. All drug, alcohol and other cw will be tagged for people to blacklist

letsgrowoldunderthesun  asked:


Erin and Abby Highschool girlfriends here we go

  • Erin did track and field
  • Abby wanted to join the marching band, but they told her she was too fat and she wouldn’t be able to keep up
  • One early morning Abby decided to go running to try and get in shape so she could finally belong somewhere
  • While she’s there Erin shows up to practise like she usually does
  • Erin starts warming up, and once she’s stretched she takes off her shirt to run in her sports bra
  • Abby is looking at her, and when she takes off her shirt Abby gets too distracted and trips over her feet
  • Erin runs over and asks if she’s okay or if she needs any help
  • They train together that day
  • Erin doesn’t usually have anyone to sit with at lunch, even though the track and field members are her team-mates, they don’t want to sit with ghost-girl
  • Abby has a similar problem: she is member/head of almost every club in school, so most days she just tries to sit with one of her club members and they make some excuse and leave and Abby ends up eating alone
  • this day Erin decides to go sit with Abby
  • “Oh you don’t have to sit with me out of pity, you can go sit with your cool team-mates.”
  • “Well umm… They don’t want to sit with me”
  • “Why not? You’re a jock, you’re smart, you’re a mathlete and an athlete. And you’re so beautiful too” (which totally makes Erin blush)
  • “I believe in ghosts, so everyone thinks I’m weird. They call me ghost girl”
  • “Oh cool. I like ghosts”
  • instant friendship from them on
  • Erin finds out Abby was just training to fit in, and that secretly she hates it
  • Erin tells her that she should only run if she really likes it, and that she doesn’t have to change to be beautiful, Erin likes her just the way she is
  • One day they’re walking down the hall together, and one of them just casually asks if the other is going to prom
  • “I wasn’t planning on. I don’t think anyone will ask me or anything”
  • “Well we could always go together”
  • They get matching dresses and go together without the intention of finding a date, but just to have fun
  • One of the geeky boys asks Erin to slow dance, but she looks over at her friend and sees Abby all alone, and says that she’s gonna dance with Abby instead
  • From then on the whole school assumes they’re dating
  • In the hallway Abby and Erin are walking together holding hands, as best friends do, and someone yells ‘dykes’ at them
  • Erin doesn’t understand, but she is so used be being called ghost-girl that she doesn’t really notice/mind
  • One day at Abby’s house while they’re studying for an english quiz Erin brings it up
  • Abby explains that they get called dyke because people think that they’re gay/dating
  • “Oh well that would be…” Erin looses her train of thought and kisses Abby right then and there
  • She pulls back and apologises and she starts freaking out and abby can’t get a word in edgewise so she just interrupts Erin by kissing her back
  • They figure if they’re gonna get called dykes anyway they might as well date right?
  • They are the cutest couple and go on ghost hunting dates, or dates to the library to research more about ghosts, or study dates in general

Ok this post got way longer than I expected, I just love the idea of Yatesbert high school girlfriends. (If you wanna see more than this tho, you can send me one of the one sentence prompts and I’ll write a Yatesbert Highschool gfs drabble)

anonymous asked:

Do you have any writing tips?

Alright, my dude, I’m just going to tell you what advice I found was the most important, helpful, or overall what I found improved my personal writing. 

Listen to your gut. And write for yourself.  

This is so important. If you are writing as if someone is watching over your shoulder, all that is going to do is stunt your growth as a writer and make it harder for you to get the motivation to sit down and write in general. (which we all know is hard in the first place)

So, as you write the first draft, don’t even think about the readers
(yup you read that right) Write as if it will never even be seen by another person.

I can’t tell you how many times I let the fear of judgment control a chapter’s outcome; thinking about what other people might think just makes the whole process stressful, and that doesn’t make for great scenes or character development. 

So, write what you would like to read. Writing what you want, what your gut is telling you to, is going to make for better stories in the end. 
If you are invested and intrigued by your own scenes then your imagination will be able to flow freely, and that always makes for more colorful plot twists and characters. 

Be flexible and willing to change your plan. 

As a writer, when you start a story you have certain things figured out. You might already have a plot line, or maybe you already figured out scenes that are going to happen in order to have the outcome you desire. 

But guess what. Not everything goes according to plan. Characters develop and sometimes they do things that you never intended them to do. 

But that is okay. That is great in fact.

Follow your story, let it lead you. This can be irritating and frustrating at times, because you will have to make changes or even scrap some of the things you wanted to write. But in the end letting the story guide you makes it better, and the flow will feel less forced and more real. 

Don’t write as if whatever is on the page is eternal.  

This is something I still have a lot of trouble with. 

Sometimes it’s hard to remember that your first draft is exactly that, the first draft, out of many, many more to come. 

You need to remember that whatever you write down can be changed, it can be altered, it can be deleted, and it can and will be edited. 

Don’t stress over what it looks like when it is first coming out of your head. It is hard to translate our thoughts and feelings onto a blank page, but just sitting down and actually expressing it will help you to get a frim hold on what you want to see in the second draft. 

Let it be emotional. 

Oh my goodness. This is a lesson that I have just recently let settle into my brain. 

I don’t know if other writers have trouble with this. 

But every time my gut told me “they need to cry and sob in this scene” or “they gotta punch that guy they’re so angry”. I always doubted myself. 
And because of this I would water down the characters emotions, because I didn’t want them to seem overdramatic or out of character. 

Don’t do that. 

Do not water down your character’s emotions. If your gut is telling you that whatever has happened has upset your character to the point of shattering a glass on the tile floor out of their pure anger, write it as you see it!

My feedback became so much better and positive when I finally just allowed myself to write what I wanted. People want emotional outbursts, they wanna see the inner workings of your character, that’s what makes the reader feel. 

So don’t deprive them of that. 

Find your style. Explore.

I started writing fanfiction for this very reason (as I am sure a lot of you have)

If you have read any of my fics than you know they all vary from style, some being angsty and very detailed, to others that are just silly and bouncy. 

Do this. 

Let yourself play around. 

Writing is like music, there are so many things you can do with it. So many things to learn and explore with.  

Try writing in first person, then second, then third. Figure out what narrative you enjoy and thrive with. (for instance, I like all my fanfics to be in third person, but my personal stories are almost always in first person, and I find second person fun to play with when I am bored) 

Playing around like this helps you to figure out what you are good at. Some people are incredible at depicting emotion, while others are so creative with the atmospheric and scenery you feel like you are actually in the story. 
Others are great at dialog and witty come backs, while other’s are very talented at internal thoughts and feelings. 

What are you good at?

Figure it out. 

Write different stories with a goal in mind; what would you like to try playing with in this particular story? Are you good at it? Did you enjoy it? Do you feel you might be able to include more of this in your stories without it causing stress? 

These are all good things to play around with. I’m still doing so, and I have started coming into myself as a writer, and I hope that I will one day completely figure out my own writing style and preference. (though as you grow as a person so will your knowledge and therefore your writing, you are constantly changing)

Be in-depth. 

Give your characters quirks. Give them little habits and things that make them uncomfortable. Try to know your character inside and out, even if you don’t use every detail in the story, knowing them will help you to write them better. 

You may never outright say that your character stims, but mentioning the way they tap their foot, play with their hair, rip up paper into tiny pieces, run their tongue over the roof of their mouth over and over, is still going to give them more character and make your readers like them more. 

And don’t be biased. Let your character have flaws. Perfect characters are not relatable. 
If your gut says they have a bad temper, then let them show their anger. Have them yell and swear at the world, let them punch a wall a break a finger in their dumb rage. 
If your gut is telling you that they wear the same pair of jeans for a week, then let them, talk about how they are starting to stink, talk about how they need to do laundry, but their too lazy, talk about how they make bad life decisions but don’t regret being a slob. 

Let them be human. 

And most of all, JUST SIT DOWN AND DO IT!

Everyone says this and I know it sounds cheesy. 

But this is the most important advice, and in all honesty sometimes the hardest to follow. 

But don’t be afraid to just sit down and write whatever you want. 

Sometimes the thing that you write is going to be horribly awful, not every idea is a winner. 

But it doesn’t matter if you write a 10,000 worded first draft and end up scraping the whole thing, because it just wasn’t what you wanted. Even if you don’t continue on with the idea it is in no way a waste. 

It’s just more practice, just another learning tool. Something that you can take details and bits and pieces of for another story. 

You’re going to make mistakes. You are going to end up hating some of the things you do. But again, that is just exploring and the learning process that we all must go through in order to figure our style out. 


An AU of sorts in which Steve and Nancy have really always been in love. Written for @stancy-week


“I don’t think his nose is on right!” 

Nine-year-old Steve Harrington stood in front of their freshly-finished snowman, surveying it with his arms crossed across his bright blue parka and with dissatisfaction on his face. Beside him, Nancy scrunched up her face and readjusted her pink mittens, which had come loose as they had rolled three snowballs of varying sizes across the Wheeler’s backyard. 

“I like it,” Nancy said with a shrug, “He looks different than all the other snowmen.” She gestured towards the far side of the yard, where a fleet of snowmen had been built, each with a carrot nose and a scarf borrowed from the closet in the front hall. “And he’s their King, so he should be different.”

Steve thought for a moment before nodding. “You’re right.” 

“I’m always right,” Nancy said matter-of-factly, smiling proudly. Steve scoffed and stuck out his tongue at her and Nancy hurriedly bent low to gather up some of the fluffy white snow, forming it into a ball and tossing it at Steve’s chest. Immediately, Steve leapt at her and the two ran back and forth through the yard, weaving through their army of snowmen and laughing hysterically until they were out of breath. 

Finally, sprawled out across the snow, chest heaving, Nancy turned to Steve, her face bright with a new idea. 

“We should make a queen for him!” 


Perched atop the Wheeler’s kitchen counter, Nancy avidly scooped vanilla ice cream into the two patterned bowls resting beside her, her legs swinging back and forth in the air. A few feet away, Steve was rummaging through the refrigerator, searching for the final topping to add to the assorted pile of sauces, nuts, and candy pieces already piled on the counter beside Nancy. 

With a gleeful aha, Steve reached into the far back corner of the fridge and pulled out a canister of whipped cream, giving it a quick shake. In one swift motion, he tilted his head back and swirled the sugary treat into his mouth, his cheeks ballooning like the chipmunks that lived in the backyard oak tree. 

“Wan’ some?” he asked, looking over at Nancy with an impish grin. Nancy pursed her lips. She didn’t trust that expression and quickly hopped off the counter, setting the tub of ice cream aside. 

“Don’t you dare,” she warned, her voice low. Before she could react, Steve levelled the canister at her and sprayed, whipped cream streaking through her hair and dripping over her right eye. 

In that moment, she vowed revenge on Steve Harrington. 


“That’s a lot of blood,” Steve mused aloud, glancing down at what had once been Nancy’s white sweater, now pressed firmly against his stomach by her trembling hands. 

“That’s not helping,” Nancy muttered, her voice strained and her face taut with concentration. She forced back the tears that had welled in the corners of her eyes and tried to sound brave. “We’ll get you to the hospital,” she said, uncertain whether she was trying to convince Steve or herself. 

“Okay,” Steve nodded vaguely, his voice lighter. Nancy tore her eyes away from the wound on his abdomen and looked at his face, her stomach clenching at the sight of how pale he had grown. 

“Steve,” she spoke firmly, “You’ll be okay.” She swallowed and wiped a bead of sweat from over her eye. It was hot, the flames consuming their latest kill still burning behind her, scorching her back. 

“I love you, Nance,” he said, voice quiet, “You don’t—” 

“Shut up,” Nancy hissed, “Don’t start talking like that. Like you’re going to die.” A small grin played on Steve’s parched lips and it gave her the tiniest shred of hope that maybe—just maybe—he’d make it. 

Closing her eyes, Nancy prayed that Jonathan had been able to find a phone. She waited, barely breathing, for the sound of sirens to fill the white noise in the air. 


Steve and Nancy spend the first warm weekend of spring at the cottage they inherited (much to their surprise) from Steve’s family. Three hours north of Hawkins, it had always proven to be a much-needed getaway from the stresses of Nancy’s graduate program and Steve’s teaching job. 

As they hiked through the woods, their feet sloshing through the soft and muddy terrain, Nancy stopped to retie the laces of her boot that had come loose. Quietly, Steve crept up behind her and, with a triumphant whoop, scooped her up and over his shoulder, backpack and all. 

After several minutes, Nancy gave up her protests and allowed herself to be carried along the familiar path, the spaces between the trees growing further apart as they neared the lake. When the broke into the clearing, Steve placed her back on her feet and fixed her with an endearing grin. Nancy rolled her eyes and turned her attention to the lake, the midday sun high above them and glinting off of the pale blue-green water. While they stood together, comfortable in one another’s silence, a large white swan landed on the surface of the lake, graceful and smooth. 

“I love this place,” she sighed, reaching for Steve’s hand. He glanced down at her and smirked. 

“And I love you,” he said with a wink, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her close. He had always loved her. 

Meet the Authors: Episode 11

Hi everyone! This is the last installment of our Meet the Authors series. As usual, click the tag to see the other posts, and we’ll also be doing a roundup post sometime soon.

Episode 11 Author: Jill

Today we’re introducing you to Jill ( @jstar1382), who wrote Episode 11.

Read Episode 11: “Account for Murder” here!

Jill kind of hates talking about herself so we’ll keep this short and sweet. She’s a US-based mother of two and they occupy most of her free time. (Which means far less writing time unfortunately.) She sort of fell into fanfic writing by accident a couple months after she discovered the huge Castle fanfiction community. She has never viewed herself as a writer, but the characters were too much fun and tugged at her heart. She couldn’t help herself.

Jill started watching Castle from the very beginning. She previously watched Nathan on Desperate Housewives and saw a commercial for the new show and was intrigued. The rest is history! She starting watching for him but was quickly won over by Stana and their chemistry on screen. Castle will forever be her favorite show and she’s so grateful for all the people she has become friends with because of it.

Jill’s episode “Account for Murder” was the fluffy Valentine’s Day episode because frankly she wanted to show more of their married romance that was really lacking from Season 8. That was her little patch fix for that season which she wishes we could’ve seen more of on screen.

Read Jill’s other fanfic on ffnet, here.

Thanks for reading! We hope you’ve enjoyed learning a little more about all of our wonderful authors. 

Wirt: Greg got one of these…kiguri-kiguru-kigu things and wouldn’t let me out of the house without matching with him! so I got Jason Funderberker to put his on too so that I wasn’t alone. They’re actually really comfy and good for sleepovers…

Jason: He didn’t make me, I’ve been waiting for this since he ordered it C;

(It’s transparent! Also we’re going through the asks and 3 of you guys asked the same question haha so that one’s going to be sort of a mini comic thing! Look forward to it!)

anonymous asked:

hey! i was thinking, will you write something for naruhina since it's halloween? ♥

Contrary to popular belief, Hyuuga Hinata is not afraid of many things.

Hinata is an understanding person; she gets why people have fears and phobias, and why such things might drive them to scream, or cry, or flee. She understands that even though in her mind, bugs, monsters, and fictional killers all have weaknesses and can all be controlled, should one apply the right strategies, that people can still find them scary despite that. She understands this especially in cases involving allergies, or memories, or childhood traumas.

She recognizes the psychology behind it all; but seeing it right in front of her eyes, in people of her young adult age and even above, is a novel experience in and of itself.

It’s easy to guess some peoples’ fears, like Ino and commitment, or Kakashi and an Icha Icha hiatus, or Choji and depleted food stores. Others, like Tenten, Neji, and Kiba, remain a bit of a mystery even still.

She found Shikamaru’s fear to be among the most baffling when discovered—how can someone who uses shadows as a predominant attack force be afraid of the dark? Hinata surmises that there’s a difference between shadows and shadows; that a shadow-user without the aiding presence of light would have no love for total darkness.

It doesn’t take her long to figure out most of their fears by simple observation, and to understand them without much background history provided, either. She makes her way through her generation and their team leaders, gets to the Hokage, and realizes that the only person whose strongest fear she can’t quite pin down is Uzumaki Naruto’s.

This is not to say that he’s fearless; quite the opposite, as Hinata soon realizes when the Rookie Nine all gather for a haunted festival and Hinata hears Naruto whimper several times before they’re even in the entrance gate.

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“I got this!” Is she helping? Is she hindering? Is she bragging? Who knows. Honestly, she probably just interrupted something, and the guy probably could have handled it, but that’s Talia. Just – jump in and ask questions later. Hopefully she’s attacking the right person. “You can still help, if you want.” Is that a plea for assistance? Most likely.

ageofgeek  asked:

So, we're up to the penultimate chapter of Golden Ghosts (ahhh!). I'm excited, but also a little sad. I don't know what the status of the series is (I was under the impression that GG would be the last fic in the series, but correct me if I'm wrong!), but if it is the last fic, would you consider writing some oneshots, or some sort of fluffy, free of angst (haha) epilogue? I absolutely love this universe and I really want to see some more installments! Either way, I'm really excited for Ch. 20!

Chapter 20 is the epilogue and it is the most sickeningly fluffy, cheesy thing I’ve ever written OMG I almost think it was too happy and fluffy yikes

Although this is the last long multichapter fic in the series, I’d definitely love to add more oneshots or shorter stories to the universe!! Either set after the main series or before/during it <3 <3 Thank you, I hope you enjoy it once it’s up! :) 

No but can you imagine how unbearable must be the pain Vanessa’s feeling for her to commit herself (at least going willingly) in an asylum?

Because let’s put this in a perspective here: Vanessa’s always been tormented by the Devil, ever since she was a child. In the beginning of the show she was kind of used to it – she had a bigger thing to achieve (saving Mina), so she endured the best she could. And we all got to see how strong she actually is when she got faced with the evil that wants to take her.

And then we saw that the closer she got to Ethan, she got more confident in herself and in her abilities as a daywalker/witch (of course not always ending well, like the Sir Geoffrey case but I digress). In 2.05, when she went to Ethan for comfort, he actually managed to calm her down (her expression even softened right before she drifted off to sleep and in the next day, in both interactions with Victor/Lily and the Creature, she seemed to be honestly feeling good. 

She pushed him away after the kiss because she didn’t trust herself to get vulnerable until she knew how to defeat the Devil, and by the season finale, when she asked him to stay with her that night, she meant to finish what they started at the moors. She didn’t have the Fallen Angel breathing down her neck (at least for that moment), and she wanted to be with Ethan. When he left her, and when she woke up to his letter, all got ripped to shreds. 

She believes Ethan is dead; the one person who got through her walls, helped to built up her confidence, her strength; the one person she fell in love with and seemed to lover her in return; who believed in her, who trusted her is forever gone. She is beyond devastated. 

And if the Demon started to attack her again, she doesn’t have the strength to deal with it anymore. She won’t kill herself because even if she burnt the crucifix she’s still a religious woman at heart (and has the scar on her back to be reminded too), so the next thing, the only thing she can do to make it go away is to get locked up.

“I wish I were going mad. Then the doctors could lock me away and cut out the madness. Anything to make it end.”