Concept: We go to a small bookstore. You lead me to the sections of all your favourite books, and explain the plots. You are excited, and I am just as happy because you’re sharing a part of yourself with me.
You and your best friend go to a bookstore and find books of your lives. Everything is going well until you look at the chapter list and see that you die at age 24, your current age. With only a few months left, you want to read your book to figure out if you can prevent your death but… you’re told that once you read the book, you are destined for that fate. How do you avoid death? Is there a way to avoid death?
Where did all those feelings go? People spend their whole lives looking for love. Poems and songs and entire novels are written about it. But how can you trust something that can end as suddenly as it begins?
As a gay woman, I just really wish I could read more stories about women in love with other women. I wish I had grown up being able to go to the bookstore and pick out a book about a girl who falls in love with another girl and it being completely okay. I still need books like that. Fluffy lesbian stories along with heartbreaking ones, ones that are complicated and gut-wrenching and real. I want to open books that I can see myself in, that I can relate to on a different level.
Because honestly, the endless mountain of straight-person fiction isn’t really cutting it for me anymore.
“We both tried to grab at the last copy of that desired book at the same time and had a tug of war.” (from this post)
Sterek ficlet, T, ~1.6k words. Basically, I was going to just do a tiny little drabble as a warm-up for working on one of my WIPs, and then I was having too much fun with it to stop.
(Btw, if you couldn’t tell, I totally made up the book series in question. Any resemblance to any actual book is completely coincidental.)
It’s definitely some kind of torture that on the day the seventh and final Path of Wolves novel comes out, Stiles still has to go to school like it’s not the most important day of the year or anything.
And okay, so it’s not like anyone else in Beacon Hills has even heard of these books except Scott, and then only because Stiles can’t shut up about them, but still. Stiles spends the entire day practically vibrating out of his skin with the anticipation. He’s pretty sure he hasn’t taken in a word any of his teachers has said today. The only reason he doesn’t try to make a break for it during lunch is that he can’t afford another detention on his record, and even so, he’s still sorely, sorely tempted to risk it. In the end, he has to get Lydia to hide his car keys from him.
(He was going to ask Scott to do it, but Scott would have caved as soon as Stiles started begging, and Stiles is definitely not above begging, so Lydia it is.)
The instant the final bell rings, though, Stiles is out of there, flying across the parking lot and gunning the Jeep. The bookstore probably only ordered a few copies, and if Stiles isn’t holding one of them by the time he leaves, somebody’s about to get murdered.
Not that he actually expects any competition, but it’s better not to let these things go to chance. He already messed up once by procrastinating on pre-ordering until they were sold out; he didn’t think it was possible for a Path of Wolves novel to be sold out. He was wrong, and now he’s paying for it by having to physically go to the bookstore to get it.
Either Stiles vastly overestimated how many copies the store was going to order, or else he vastly underestimated how many people in Beacon Hills read these books, because when he skids to a stop in front of the New Releases shelf, there’s only one copy left. One beautiful, perfect hardcover copy.
Lucky for him, one copy is enough.
Except that when he grabs ahold of it, someone else does, too.
For a long second, Stiles can’t even believe what he’s seeing. Another hand, on his book. Another hand that’s not letting go, even though Stiles has already clearly and unambiguously grabbed it by the spine and isn’t letting go, either.
Stiles turns his head incredulously to get a look at this usurper, and it’s Derek Hale. As in, made-of-muscles, leather-wearing lacrosse captain Derek Hale.
Until this moment, Stiles wasn’t even sure Derek could read, and now he’s trying to steal Stiles’ obscure eight-hundred-page fantasy novel. What.
Context: Our group is momentarily resting with a guild, and the paladin and warlock went off. After making a joke of trying to find a brothel and the DM replying in exasperation that there isn’t one, the two decide to go to the guild bookstore. The warlock manages to find the adult section of books but buys a few tomes. Then we get to the paladin.
DM: Alright, now what are you up to in the bookstore?
Paladin: I am still at the blocked-off section, trying to find the most… detailed book I can find in the section.
DM: Uh, okay, investigation check.
Paladin: *rolls a 19*
DM: You look around, and after a little, you find a book called “The Sultry Selkie”… You flip through and it’s pretty detailed. Basically Fifty Shades of Grey.
Paladin: Okay, I’ll buy it. I’ll go buy a book on Amesis [Paladin’s goddess] as well.
DM: Unfortunately, there’s no books on Amesis.
Paladin: Eh. I’ll buy the other book anyway.
DM: You bring the Sultry Selkie up to the counter, and the clerk takes a moment, scratching his cheek as he stares at the front. “That, uh, will be 23 silvers,” he says.
I hate it when you go to the bookstore or library, and you can’t figure out where the book you are holding fits in the series. There is absolutely no numbering on the spine and the ‘other works by this author’ section only manages to confuse you more. Is it even part of a series? Does the book exist at all? Is life even real?
Anonymous asked: “How do you come up with a title for you story or novel?”
In my experience, titles for stories are something writers often go into a project knowing. I wouldn’t say this is always true, though many great titles from authors I’ve asked simply just popped into their heads - or that’s what they claim anyway. I believe it. It seems like such a minor thing after all, so why would anyone lie?
I also have talked to writers who struggle with titles. For me, it’s hit or miss. Some projects just have a title. Others don’t. I once titled something so terribly that all of my readers asked me to change it, almost unanimously. It wasn’t that bad of a title, but it wasn’t particularly great either. I ended up changing it to something that I didn’t particularly care for, but after awhile now, I know that is a much better title. There are a few ways to come up with titles.
“I think that friendship is as powerful as true romantic love. And I think that friendship can save you, and heal the parts of you that you didn’t know were broken, and change your life.” - Sarah J Maas
→ Pairing: Yoongi/Reader → Word Count: 11,085 →Genre/Warnings: Soulmate AU, Angst → Chapter Index
ADDITIONAL WARNINGS FOR THIS CHAPTER: suicide is sort of insinuated.
let out a low sigh at the vibration of your phone going off, this
seeming to be the millionth time it had sounded and you were
beginning to lose your patience.
had rolled over from your side to where you laid flatly on your back,
the never ending vibrations
had ripped you from your slumber, something that not even Taehyung
was brave enough to do.
I recommend learning the fundamentals first–basic hand eye coordination, learning to break down forms into simpler 3D shapes, control for values -light/dark/midtones, perspective, and anatomy (if you want people).
PSG Art tutorial – such a great tutorial with detailed notes on color theory and values
I need to get up and draw a layer-by-layer for Mordred because weirdly enough I love the feeling of a character getting??? more protection coverage??? Like the act of padding themselves up idk. Also because I’m mildly but consistently bothered by nonsensical armor.
But the blanket. It’s waaaaaarm. And it’s a holiday-weekend Saturdaaaaaaaaay.
When I go to the bookstore, I’ll grab books and read the last few pages. I want to know how it ends. I want to know where we end up. Hollywood executives always read the first and last page of a screenplay, and if the characters don’t change, they toss the script. We inherently want a landing, a safe conclusion, a final punctuation on the sentence of life.
When I first read the Bible for myself, I started at Revelation. I wanted to know if everything was going to be okay. I heard about the Fall of Man and all the ugly things that happened in Genesis; I knew about the flood and the tower of Babel and the incest and the wars. In Revelation, I was overwhelmed. Everything was getting put right again. Justice was unrolling from Heaven, angels speaking with mere men, evil squashed to pieces, healing was all over the place. Since then, I read the Bible very differently. I know that the first page doesn’t get to say everything about us, and we get a landing, a final sentence of victory. We get to win, because God does.