i don't know why but some of the words on these pages are different

slavic languages gothic

You see a sentence written in cyrillic. Some of the letters are familiar. You see the meaning shimmering underneath the surface. You almost grasp it, but it slips away. The letters on the page mock you silently.

You know this Czech word. You’ve already learnt it in Polish. It is not the same word. It is a grave insult. Your slavic friends are shocked and embarassed for you when they hear you speak it.

There is a sentence in Croatian. There is a sentence in Serbian. There is a sentence in Bosnian. They are all the same sentence.

You have to write about your day in Slovak. You spend the night polishing the draft. You fail your assigment. It’s written in Czech. You don’t know Czech.

P is not what it seems. You have to remember that.

The Croatian sentence does not mean what the Bosnian sentence means. They both mean the same in Serbian.

That word has a diminutive. The diminutive has its own diminutive. The diminutive of the diminutive also has a diminutive. Nobody knows what the final diminutive of a word is. Some say the knowledge had been lost in centuries past and matrioshkas are the echo, the tangible warning left for us to remember. No living creature should hold the means of diminishing something into nonexistence.
Others say you may still find some of them in old soviet textbooks, if you dare to look in abandoned schools of Chernobyl.

Someone is speaking to you. Is that a he or a she? You aren’t sure. It’s an abstract concept. Why does it have gender.

You see a word in a dictionary. It has seventeen letters and only one vowel. You close the dictionary very carefully not looking at the phonetic transcription. The shape of it haunts you in your sleep. You wake up face damp with tears, a bitter taste on your tongue. The clock blinks 3:03AM. You do not dare look up that word again.

This word means the same thing in the five slavic languages you’re familiar with. You use it in the sixth one. That word does not exist in this language. It never did. There is now a word-shaped void in the fabric of this language. The natives look at you uneasily. There is a new quality to the silence and your palms start to sweat.

H is not H. H is not H. H is not H. H is not H.

One day you flip through your dictionary. A page is missing. What was the word? You can’t remember. There is pressure building at the back of your head. The clock blinks 3:03AM.

You write my name is in cyrillic. There are shadows dancing on the walls. They grow longer with each letter you write down. It is not cyrillic you’re using. You keep writing my name is. The shadows now bleed from the tip of your pen. It’s irrelevant. You need to remember the right letters.

N is not N is not N is not N is not N is not N is not N is not N is not N is not N is not N is not… If only you could remember the letters. The letters are important. What was it, that wasn’t N?

There are nine different prefixes you can add to a verb to change its meaning. There are fifty three different suffixes you have to add to a verb to make it work. In the end the only thing left of the original is a vague shape of one of its middle consonants. You can feel the anguish radiating from the verb’s mutialted form. A desperate sob escapes through your clenched teeth. You’re so, so sorry, you didn’t meant to. You didn’t. It doesn’t matter.

You now read a text in Russian. You’ve never learnt Russian. Why are you reading that text? The words burn your eyes, the meaning searing your mind.

There’s a shot of vodka in front of you. You don’t drink alcohol. You don’t care. All existence is meaningless, your soul’s in eternal pain. A broken matrioshka lays at your feet. There is no salvation, she says boring into your eyes. You open your mouth to answer, but there is only a burst of harsh rustle. It dies in whispering echoes a moment later. Your glass is empty again.

Klance Fic Recs, AU Settings I

Okay so I might end up making multiple parts for AU settings. This one contains mostly occupational/hobby/setting AU stuff. So unless an AU fic prominently featured a certain element, it’ll go on another list. So there are some College AUs, 2 Soulmate AUs, and maybe a few others. 


house on fire by ilgaksu
When Lance McClain is eighteen, he qualifies for the Olympics.

When he’s nineteen, he meets Keith.

Correlation does not mean cause, until it totally does.

your love is bright as ever by aknightley (gymnast!Keith, swimmer!Lance)
A brief interlude in the future of the Olympic AU, Christmas with Keith and Lance and their cats.

“This always looks easier in those made for television movies,” Keith tells Blue, who rolls over and out of his lap, chasing her own bits of tinsel.

In It To Win It by Lucy_Claire
One of two things was happening right now, either Lance was having a heart attack on of the biggest day of his life, or he had just laid eyes on his Soulmate.

Competitive swimmer Lance McClain feels his Timer counting down right when he’s about to jump in the water and finish up his race. He’s faced with two choices in this moment: Continue the race and miss meeting his Soulmate at their fateful time or abandon his life’s work for someone he never met.Lance makes his choice and has to suffer the consequence of never getting back what he missed out on. Or does he?

Ocean Eyes by spacezuko
Lance himself doesn’t even believe in his own abilities. He is drowning in his own pool of desire to be everything that he claims he is. Everything that he wants to be. Keith wonders if he’s broken Lance because he doesn’t say a word, his eyes filled with something opaque that Keith can’t quite pinpoint the meaning of. Lance’s eyes are a deep blue. Not the typical morning sky blue, but the kind of ocean blue one wants to drown in.

With legs like these by Queerswimming
In which Lance finds out that there’s a pool in the castle and challenges Keith to a race.

Lance did NOT think this through. Because not a single thing in this universe could’ve prepare him for the sight of Keith in nothing but a red pair of swimming trunks.

Keith has one arm bend behind his head and stretches it with the other. His back arches beautifully, presenting Lance a perfect view of his well-defined torso. At least the last thing Lance sees right before he dies are those ripped abs.

Mistakes were made by Lynn1998
Lance can’t stand the captain of the football team…so why is he having sex with him?
Part 1 of skinny band nerd takes it up the ass from the beefcake football captain series

Ice Skating/Hockey
On Thin Ice (WIP) by Minadora
Once upon a time, two Canadian nerds decided to start a figure skating au about their two space sons and their wonderful misfit friends. Ten pages of headcanons later we finally put electronic pen to electronic paper and created this monstrosity.

This multi-chapter fic chronicles the lives of a hockey player named Keith who gets forcibly enlisted into figure skating lessons by his brother, Shiro, to “work on his footwork”. There he meets a pompous - yet talented - figure skater named Lance and gets swept away by both the sport and the skater.Enjoy the ride because it’s only just started.

Kiss My Ice (WIP) by delictor
Lance hasn’t skated in a year since the accident that cost him the Olympics. Keith can’t skate for shit but that doesn’t stop him from catching Lance’s attention, even when he can’t so much as stand up after falling on the ice.

‘When a person really desires something, all the universe conspires to help that person to realize his dream.’

“Soon as we’re off this ice you’re dead.” Keith’s threat is an empty one and he knows Lance can tell by the way he laughs at it.
“Serious question though, do you not know who I am?” Lance questions.
“Should I?”
“No, I guess not.” Lance shrugs. “I’m gonna twirl you, okay?”
“No, no don't—wait!” Keith cries out as he’s suddenly viewing the entire arena and his legs go rigid before colliding into Lance’s chest, his chest rising and falling with laughter, hands gripping Keith’s upper arms gently. “Put me back on land.”
“Technically, we are on land.”
“We’re on frozen water, get me off it.”

Quidditch (Non Hogwarts AU)
The Marks We Make (WIP) by wittyy_name
Lance McClain constantly dreams of the day he’ll finally meet his mysterious soulmate. They don’t say much, if anything at all, but they leave him with gorgeous paintings temporarily tattooing his skin. It’s not exactly the situation he hoped for, but when he feels the connection between them, he can’t bring himself to resent them. As much as he wishes his soulmate would just talk to him, he’s resigned himself to being patient. In the meantime, he has a loving family and good friends to help him get by.

Keith Kogane dreads the day he’ll finally meet his obnoxious soulmate. He’s just an art student who’s struggling to find his place in the world. There’s so much he hasn’t been able to control in his life, and the thought of having a soulmate, just another thing in his life which he also has no control over yet can’t do anything about, is a little terrifying. So he ignores the words that occasionally appear on his skin. He has other things to focus on: like being a new student at a big university where his childhood friend and step-brother go.

Surfers (mostly surfer!Lance)
Should I Stand Up on Fear (And Tell You How I Feel?) by Lulatic
“So, it’s really a good thing that Lance got distracted before he dragged you out there with him,” Hunk chuckled. “I guess flirting became more important than your guys’ rivalry.’

Keith blushed again, looking away with a huff. “Yeah, whatever. He’ll probably be distracted long enough that I can go back to the Castle before he decides I need some surfing lessons.”

Pidge laughed, that kind of cheeky giggle that made Keith and Hunk look over at them with wide eyes. Pidge raised a single eyebrow at Keith, grinning mischievously. “Oh, but you won’t be going back to the Castle any time soon, now will you? Not when Lance is out there, soaking wet, wearing nothing but a pair of swimming trunks.”

Pride Tide by lemoninagin
He’d stared up, watched the differing patches of sunlight play the most stunning array of colored patterns across Keith’s pale face as he grinned mischievously over him. Time slowed, his own breathing became laboured and caught in his throat.

“You can teach me, right?” Keith had asked in a shyer voice than usual, brushing the tangled mess of his windswept hair away from his eyes and cocking his head towards the boards.

Save his smile by Queerswimming
Keith wants to protect Lance’s smile and finds his answer at the beach. Starring an awkward Keith, Surfer Lance and Hunk playing a giant ice berg.

Lance caresses the wood gently. His eyes turn soft as he speaks. “My big brother taught me how to build a board.” He laughs softly. “I always messed it up though. I wasn’t patient enough to do it right.“ He taps on the wood and looks at Keith with a sad smile that knocks the breath out of Keith lungs.

“Who would have thought that I would build a surf board in space though.”

He laughs at that but Keith can tell that Lance is faking it. He always can.

Roller Derby
Like Devo by surveycorpsjean
As rival jammers, they’re rough, skating around the rink, giving bruises, bloody noses, broken ribs and snapped fingers-

But when the cops show up, Keith grabs his hand and yanks Lance into the storm drain.

And thats how they start dating.

Purple Lamborghini by warschach
“I need you to focus on this race. No more hate flirting with Keith as much as I enjoy it. I like winning more.”

He scoffed, “I don’t flirt.”

“Then stop saying you’re going to teach him how to ride.”

“I was talking about driving. Duh,” Lance countered with an attitude mastered purely by Valley girls and entitled customers.

“Yea, Lance it doesn’t come off like that at all. It sounds like you’re gonna fuck him.”

“I’m not.”

ARTISTS (also including Musicians and Modeling)

Pretty Boy by MilkTeaMiku (photographer!Keith)
A pretty Spanish boy shoves a bouquet of flowers under his nose and tells him to stop and smell the roses, so Keith does.

Roommates by manamune (photographer!Lance, artist!Keith)
(13:24) Lance: Thank you!! Love you, Keith!!!

(13:55) Keith: I’m screenshotting that for the next time you deny it.

Sight for Sore Eyes by writewild
Photographer!Lance’s deadline for the magazine he works on the side for is coming up really soon, and has to search last-minute photo opportunities soon. One boy catches his eye.

Riptide by songsofthespring (photographer!keith, surfer!Lance)
Keith fumbles with the camera around his neck and lines up a shot. The boy coasting down a wave, one hand kissing the water. Keith zooms in as far as his lens will allow him. Droplets frame the boy’s brown skin and cling to his hair and chest. His eyes, little pinpricks of light from this distance, are nevertheless still recognizably as bright as the ocean itself. It looks like he could be dancing when he rides a wave; every part of his lanky frame seems to merge with the board and the ocean beneath him.

He’s beautiful.

Foreign Scenes  by bwyn
Lance has been dreaming of travelling since the first time he heard stories from his family as a child. Now, having finally the time and money to do it, he goes on a trip to Europe to see some of the most culturally rich cities on the continent. Except he keeps bumping into the same guy over and over again, in random cities, doing stupid shit, and ultimately dragging Lance into his trouble, too.

Basically an AU in which Lance and Keith become impromptu travel buddies and get into trouble.

7 Days to Fall For You by saiikavon (artist!Keith, ballerina!Lance)

Keith is an art student who mostly keeps to himself, taking note of the beauty in life but keeping his distance from it. This includes the beautiful dancer he sees across the street from his apartment…until a week-long art project pushes him to change that.

(For Klance Secret Santa 2016)

And Now You’re Mine (WIP) by Samyx914 (some artist!Keith)
“No, really. I’ve been thinking about that movie since I got up and that’s the only copy they have and I want it.”

“But, I was faster.”

“But, I want to watch it.” The stranger laughs.

“Well, you could always come home with me to watch it.” He says with a wink.

“Okay.” The stranger’s eyes widen. What the fuck, Keith? No. You don’t go home with strangers… Anymore. 

In which Keith wants to watch a movie, so he goes to find it at Walmart. When there’s only one copy left and someone else picks it up first, his only option is to go home with a stranger. Keith didn’t count on this stranger being so easy to fall for.

Visions by becca2793
"It’s funny, because as a tattoo artist he makes art that lasts pretty much forever – as far as the person who has it is concerned – but a street artist…their art lasts maybe a couple of days.”

Keith comes in for a tattoo; Lance immediately falls in love. With his art. His love for Keith comes later.

Take the Easel Way Out by svensationalist
Oh no, he’s hot, Lance thinks while he’s dying.

(Pidge elbows Lance sharply a little while later. “You’re not dying, dumbass,” they whisper. “Pay attention, the pose started.”)


Written for klanceweek day 1, “Red/Blue”. Art class AU where Lance can’t focus because one of the new life drawing models is too attractive.

Cute as Fcuk by anonymouschupacabra
Even though he had never seen the hot guy before in the year that he’d been going to college, it was like the dam had broken, because Lance saw him everywhere. From the sculpture rooms, to the library, to the cafeteria, the guy was everywhere Lance was, and it only made it that much harder to ignore the hot buzzing he felt inside every time he saw him.

7 Days to Fall For You by saiikavon (ballerina!Lance) see above ^

i bet you look good on the dance floor by xShieru
“So like in 'Step Up’?”
Allura shrugs. “Now that you put it like that - yes. I guess it’s just like in 'Step Up’.”
The smile that she sends Shiro’s way - followed by a shy wave, eugh - is sickening to say the least, and Lance still doesn’t believe in dance camps


Lance McClain’s dancing career begins and ends with Keith.

Keith just wants to find out what Lance’s deal is.

you raise me up by rhapsodyinpink
“What, you don’t think I look like Patrick Swayze?”

Keith snickers. “Absolutely not. You are Jennifer Grey in this situation.”

“That’s a fair point. Nobody puts me in a corner,” replies Lance, nodding seriously, before his expression turns mischievous.

“So then…are you saying you want to call me Baby?”

Keith flushes red, but stands his ground as he leans in closer. “Are you saying you want me to?”

Shut Up and Dance With Me (WIP) by wittyy_name
Lance and his friends have been regulars at the Altea Dance Studio for years. Not just for classes, but to hang out, practice, and spend time with good people who love dancing. Every year, they audition to be one of the few representing Altea at the regional dance competition. Lance always auditions solo, but this year he misses out on auditions and blows his chance to participate. And so does his self-proclaimed rival, Keith.

Luckily, Shiro comes up with a brilliant plan: convince Lance and Keith to audition as a duo.

With a little convincing, and a lot of effort, these two might just be able to pull it off and go to regionals… or they might crash and burn.

That Would Be Alright by icedsonder
And call it spur of the moment, his exacerbated pining over past few months, or even his own alcohol impaired judgment, but Keith let his inhibitions take a backseat as he took a step forward and pressed his forehead against Lance’s to sing his next lines.

“I know I’ll fall in love with you, baby”

Musically Insane by myparadisepalace
It had only taken Lance three days after becoming the blue paladin to realize there were no instruments in the castle. And even if there were, Lance figured they’d be too obscure and strange for him to be able to play.

PROFESSIONS (i.e. cops, doctors, EMTs, waiters)

Counting in Code by DLanaDHZ
There was no one better in the field. The Voltron Force was efficient and deadly, and they took no new recruits. They were hand-picked, and though they didn’t always get along, they were family. Under the stress of a mission, the team counted each other as a way to calm down and focus. But Keith couldn’t count, because counting meant he knew where everyone was, and right now all he had was a pair of bloody dog tags in place of his partner.

blink if you want me by xShieru
He wakes up to Pidge’s face hovering above him. “You gotta stop running into him like this.”
“Dude, he fucking shot me.”
“I know. We saw.”


A hitmen AU wherein two thirsty assholes fall for each other and then jeopardize their respective missions because of it.

Retail/Food (waiters/cashiers/clerks)
Melt With You by dumpsterdiva
If you ask Keith what summer means to him, he’ll say shitty weather, a bag of quarters, sticky blue raspberry kisses, and not-quite-midnight sandwiches.

Summer job AU at the pier feat. Keith as a shaved ice slave and Lance as an aquarium camp counselor.

You Dropped a Bomb by quartetship
Lance loved his job.

OR: The Klance LUSH au

Tollbooth Operator
Drive Me Crazy by battleshidge
Keith stared blankly at the tollbooth operator for a moment before trying to stifle a groan. Somehow, he always managed to get the booth with the flirtatious attendant, a lanky brown-haired man with clear blue eyes and a confident grin. It didn’t matter that he changed what lane he went through—at least three times a week on his way home from work, Keith was forced to suffer through the horrendous flirts that this man tossed his way.

Taxi Driver
Finish What You Started by battleshidge
“You were right,” Keith breathed, looking up at Lance with a fire in his eyes. “I did start this,” he lifted his chin, pressing a soft kiss to Lance’s jaw. And another. And another. Lance thought it was torture—sweet, sweet torture. And then that challenge sparked in Keith’s eyes again as he asked, tone low and resonant, “Are you going to finish it?”

Pizza Delivery
You Stole a Pizza My Heart by KaSaPe
Keith just wanted a pizza. The cute delivery boy with the weird grin and stupid flirting (?) had other plans.

Or: Keith just doesn’t get Lance’s flirting. At all.

six foot dive (WIP) by shizuoh
“I’m bisexual,” Lance says.

Keith furrows his eyebrows. “Good… for you?”

“I’d like to buy you a drink,” he starts, and grins, “and then get sexual.”

Keith shoves him into the water.

(or: lance and his family go to california for a two-month vacation. cue hot lifeguard keith gyeong-kogane.)

Lessons by amycoolz and SylviaW1991
Keith has been nothing but a thorn in Lance’s side since the mullet-haired ass first walked into the classroom. But when he decides to get himself shoved into the deep end and, wow, can’t even swim, Lance has to save his pretty self and then Pidge volunteers him to teach Keith how to swim. Great. Just great.

Racing Heartbeats and Hospital Bedsheets by screwtodayimsleeping (nurse!Keith)
Me: Hunk
Me: Buddy
Me: emergency!!!!
HunkyBae: what’s up, lance? Are they not letting you out of the hospital yet?
Me: the male nurse that took my blood was probably the sexiest person i’ve ever seen
Me: and im literally wearing two sheets as an outfit

BUSINESSES (e.g. Coffeeshop, flower shop, animal shelter)

eyes wide to you with wonder by aknightley
Keith doesn’t dislike his job, but he definitely dislikes Lance. Probably. Maybe.

“Coran thinks you’ll bang at the Christmas party but I think that’s giving you guys way too much credit,” Pidge says thoughtfully. “Hunk is a romantic. He thinks Lance is gonna ask you out any day now. I think he’s got a week or so before he owes me like a hundred bucks.”

“Pidge, what the fuck?” Keith says, flustered. He nudges them again with his foot, this time slightly harder. They scowl at him, swatting him away. “Why would you bet on me and Lance?”
Part 1 of Office AU

Flower Shop
i’ll gift you the stars by Kyoshu_Koi
Flowers and stars. At least they were giving him things he liked.

Cactus by PinkHitman
When Keith moves from the desert in the middle of ass backwards nowhere, to plop in the middle of the big city, he doesn’t expect to instantly grow fond of the tall, endearing, jerk across the street. But it’s hard not to see roses when said person works in a flower shop.

got game by warschach
Lance hates his job until the one day he doesn’t.

you’re so sweet; will you be mine?  by jojotext
A new bakery pops up right across the street from Lance’s bakery.

In which Lance is an idiot, Keith is an asshole, and Pidge is the next Dr. Phil.

nothing’s quite as sweet by dimpleforyourthoughts and thebrotherswinchester
Keith is a barista who hates his job. Lance works at the cat shelter across the street.

SOCIAL MEDIA (Tumblr AU, bloggers, Youtubers, gamers)

you had me at merlot by DJAlien
“Oh my God,” Lance says as he covers his face. Keith’s tinny voice blares from his laptop speakers: “What do you call a fake noodle? An impasta.” See, this joke might have been funny if someone charismatic and charming had said it, but Keith’s flat voice and even flatter expression effectively kidnaps, tortures, and then decapitates any chance of it being remotely humorous.

Keith accidentally starts a YouTube channel. Lance, of course, refuses to be left out. It goes about as well as you’d expect. (Ft. copious amounts of wine and a truly shameless number of references to MyDrunkKitchen, DailyGrace, and general pop culture)

The Boyfriend Tag by theoddpacolypse
Keith and Lance are famous YouTubers, along with the rest of their friends, and though they consider each other “rivals” in some ways, they are actually incredibly close. So close that they are actually dating in secret and constantly dropping hints to their fans, whom desperately want them together.
Part 1 of What Happens on Youtube series

Next Level (WIP) by battleshidge
“Dammit, Blue, don’t die on us yet! We only just started!”

Red’s voice snapped in his ears, and Lance cursed under his breath. He tried to backpedal quickly, but being flat on his back with the enemy looming above made for certain movement limitations. On top of that, he was already injured, and he could see the red patch spreading across his thigh. He could really use some of Hunk’s portable healing pods, that was for sure. And that, Lance observed, was a very nasty looking knife that was about to plunge straight through his chest.

Well, shit.

Effect: +100% Love, -100% Logic (WIP) by manamune
In the real world, Lance is barely making it by in his senior year. He’s failing most of his classes and is only one more fuck up away from being kicked off the swim team.

In the virtual reality game Voltron, Lance lives an entirely different life as the internationally-known Blue, an archer with impeccable aim. He’s filthy rich, has a trillion friends, and is a part of the most feared guild in the game.There’s just one problem: he’s madly in love one of his guildmates, Red.

Things begin to go downhill when a kid who acts suspiciously similar to Red transfers to Lance’s school.

a recipe for two by battleshidge
He wondered, briefly, what the look on Lance’s face would be if he actually did say yes.

It’s Mutual (Follow Back Already) by JessicaMDawn
At twenty-four, Keith decides to figure out what this 'tumblr’ thing is. It’s confusing at first, but Keith learns to have fun with it with help from a few new friends. AKA Keith’s adventures on tumblr.

anonymous asked:

Hi, 7goodangel. I am here to ask you about PaperJam as a shy, smol and innocent being (mainly thegreatrouge made him be). There has been some conflicts regarding his trait. Some said his canonical personality is a jerk, like what you wrote in his bio / info and some said that is severely wrong and being shy, (which made him shipped with Fresh), is his canonical personality. What are your thoughts about this? I mean, it is your character and people are taking control of it. Don't you disagree?

Well… I have talked to people and seen public conversations and this has happened several times to me over months. I guess I’ve gotten a little numb to it now… or maybe it’s due to school that I haven’t given it the attention that it deserves. Probably due to school. 

I just can’t update constantly like others - even though some others in school were and are able to update constantly. I can’t keep going around and holding up my bio of PJ and police people. It’s exhausting to me… it really takes up the small bit of free time I have. 

I think after I get a solid job that I’ll be able to go around better… but anyway - back to your question. 

While I love seeing interpretations and do not want people to be limited by something and have their imaginations go forth… it’s proving that a huge con comes with that mentality - which you have pointed out. A lot of people swear that PJ is the cute, innocent interpretation that really, did get PJ popular in the first place. While I did have him as a jerk from the beginning - I kinda kept that info to my RP blog - so you could say it is my fault this is all happening and I do think that. I could of done something to make it not as bad as it is now… 

It’s just like the NSFW stuff… people just assume the first thing and run with it. And it really does make me feel like I really am not needed for my own character at points. 

It’s a struggle - I don’t want to have people stop interpreting PJ within AUs… but I also don’t want people to just see him as an innocent child to ship with Fresh. 

And I’m still trying to find the best solution to it. 

But… I feel like the damage is already done. It’s too late for me to talk to all of these people going around swearing on their life that PJ is canoncally like Rouge’s interpretation/AUs. It feels like an hopeless battle to me. 

And I guess I needed someone to ask me this question so then I can fully say my thoughts on this. 

So in short, while I love creativity and don’t want to snuff it out (considering some people would probably think I’m doing that already with saying “No Sin”), I still don’t like it. It irritates me, irks me, frustrates me, and I feel like even as the person who thought of PJ in the first place, my voice isn’t enough. Communities seem like they don’t care about artists unless they reach a ‘certain goal of popularity’ or seem like they have a more professional style of art. I know I do not reach either of those titles. 

People misspell my username all the time - I actually claimed ‘7goodangle’ on tumblr for that reason.

People still say “I’m too lazy to find who made PJ” when they clearly mentioned they looked at the bio on the wiki. 

People still go around arguing others on the canon ship of OmniPJ and swearing that FreshPaper is the true canon ship, when all people are pointing out is that they need to keep the canon ship in mind when going around with information.

Even just basic personality traits… and these things are happening on sites that I do not nor want an account for. 

I still want others to have fun - to be happy; but I don’t know… I guess I’m cutting out my own happiness to get everyone else happy? I want to eventually write a version of PJ within his own universe and story… and he is more like the version I created within the UT verse. Not exact - but close. Though who knows… I might shove PJ to the side and replace his role with another character. I’m still weighing options.

Cause PJ was the first character I ever put this much time and thought into… my first character that was balanced, well rounded…

And what happens?


You said it Anon. 

They took it - changed it (initially as an AU but now people think it’s canon) - and I can’t do much about it. Due to school and not much free-time… due to how many don’t know the true creator… and just back talking anyone who is just mentioning it to people who swear by it. 

As an artist and a character designer…

It makes me not want to show designs, characters, and stories ever again online.

Considering if this is how I was treated on the first one… why even take a chance at a second one? If it has brought me so much stress, frustration, and time… why even try it again?

I said I was only going to do fanart so if anyone stole it, it didn’t really matter. 
I think I should have stuck with that thought process. 

In conclusion, there are some major things to take away here. First – that yes, I do not like how it has skewed this far to the point of arguing over a fandom version with the canon. Canon is canon and I get the different AUs – this is too far. Way too far. I am emotionally drained from this – from this whole mess that I have been defending throughout majority of PJ’s lifespan. I will state this – Paper Jam is my character. He is my original character that I created more than a year ago. And the UT AU fandom took my character and warped him to something he is not and all of his original meaning is lost. I do not like to hurt others or make other sad – but I must put my foot fully down. This miscommunication needs to stop. I am tired of repeating things over and over and I have past my breaking point time and time again. I just want people to see PJ how he really is… and I wish that people could be focusing more on the reality of him instead of the alternate that they all claim as truth.

Final words: I still like Undertale – I still like creating characters and having fun – but the Undertale AU fandom is ridiculous now. The Amino UT community is insanity in an app, and there is a lot of stuff that has made many artists and creators to their breaking point and leaving the fandom entirely. Everyone in this fandom needs to take ten steps back and look at what they are doing. Go back to the game. Play it again – watch your favorite let’s player’s videos of it again. 

And just… food for thought… please don’t jump the gun on someone else’s OC’s personality and actions. 

I do not want anyone to experience what I had.

anonymous asked:

"Namjoon is a genius and namjoon is in the top tier of kpop rappers." How so? I don't disagree, I just want to hear some Namjoon appreciation.

me: loves this ask

me: takes 8 years to respond

im sorry i took forEVER to respond pal! i wanted to do this justice and ive been hella busy


1) lets look at the obvious first; the reception of various rappers and the general rap community

  • Warren G: “Even though I wasn’t able to understand his lyrics completely, I can say that it was really good. The flow, the style and his rhythm are all very good.” and “When listening to Rap Monster’s songs, it sounds a bit like me or Snoop Dogg rapping over the beats to what we’ve made.” AND “If I comment from an artist and a producer point of view, Rap Monster is one of the best rappers I know. The way he delivers his rap is outstanding.” (me: *chokes*)
  • Tiger JK: called namjoon “the industry junior who changed his preconceptions about idols.”
  • SPIN Review: “With smartly snagged instrumentals from Run the Jewels and Big K.R.I.T., a cameo from Tech N9ne sidekick Krizz Kaliko, and surprisingly sturdy hooks on the piano-bar blues “Life” and the hammering standout single “Do You,” Kim Namjoon actually stands a chance of making a dent in the States.”
  • XXL Mag: “Rap Monster rarely fails to live up to his name. The Ilsan, South Korea-raised rapper is one of the region’s most dexterous rappers, capable of switching flows effortlessly as he glides across an array of diverse instrumentals.”
  • DJ Booth (Lucas G): “I really like the balance between rapping in Korean and rapping in English. If the project was all in Korean, I’m not sure I could have connected with him but by mixing the two languages together he provides the listener with a brand new experience; I don’t feel like a passive listener. Shit even when he’s rapping in Korean, I can still feel his words. He’s got a hunger and an excitement that can be felt in any language.”
  • Tony Jones: “Rap Monster can outrap any rapper” (tbh not super relevant but i had to include it bc its so cute)
  • i highkey feel like there is more but rn im functioning on half my brain cells rip

2) lyrics; this is really important to me. lots of ppl pick rappers off of their beats and how lit they are.. THIS ISN’T RAPPING. if yall want lit beats tune into the producer or just listen to trap. that’s not what rap is about. 

lyrics are CRAZY important! and like, diss and bragging lyrics are such a sidebar. if you can only diss and brag I’m sorry but you aren’t worth shit lol.

here in my opinion are some of his best lyrics (READ THIS SHIT! YALL PLEASE)

  • “the thing that redeemed me too, the things that pushed into me - the distant precipice and everything, that’s all me - foolish humanity, you too can become gods - hold your head straight and try, a saint’s smile - Jesus’ footsteps, Allah’s prayers - even until Maria’s love, all of it is inside you - this is unconditional redemption and unconditional belief” (God Rap)
  • “I live to understand the world - But the world didn’t once understand me” (Always)
  • “these people who clamor for respect with their own mouths - even they don’t know the misjudgments of those words - freedom and self-indulgence, they’re obviously different” (Do You)
  • “if you look less at wits, there are a lot of things that change - you were born as a hero, why are you trying to become a slave? - “because it hurts, it’s youth” - that kind of definition is the biggest problem - in life a genre is a trap, just like music - because you become an idiot as soon as you’re tied down there - fuck that.” (Do You)
  • “every night inside me I quietly fight with myself - my heart pounds, my colleagues stab me in the back - while saying that I became a moron after joining a company- yeah fuck you I’m an idol, yeah yeah I’m an idol - at one time I hated it but now I love to get that title” (Awakening)
  • “I thought I could catch the mirage known as happiness - but the me in front of my desk wasn’t happy even for a moment - without my mom knowing, I put a sheet of white paper between the pages of my workbook - my identity that I wrote down matched to the drum and bass - a different, relaxed feeling compared to when I got my report card” (Voice)
  • “do you know the reality that there’s no shadow in the fire? - then will I become the fire or will I become the light, that’s my question - so if I become the light then in the daylight, then the darkness - closes his eyes when it’s bright and when others sleep, opens his eyes again - even though I felt suffering I thank you” (God Rap)
  • “life is more beautiful knowing that we’ve taken a loan on death - even light is treasured more when there’s darkness - the sunshine appears after we’ve passed through the storm” (Life)
  • “but the thing that we all learned at some point was how - to step on someone, to catch them, to erase them, to hate them - fuck all the peace and love, I know that that’s the natural enemy of success - that’s too obvious” (Life)
  • “everything can coexist, positive and negativity - the thing that guides me and this world is ultimately those two’s synergy - all wanderings related to existence, sometimes until they’re chaotic - even those moments now seem lovable - if you’re confused about what is right and what is wrong - what makes me want to live again, think about it” (I Believe)
  • OK SO LIKE THESE ARE DISS LYRICS BUT YALL BETTER KNOW THIS IS SOME OF THE MOST SAVAGE SHIT IVE EVER HEARD: “Even if you don’t like me, you know me - I like hate comments more than no comments - I DON’T KNOW YOU - BUT YOU KNOW MY NAME” (Cypher 4
  • credit to btstrans for lyrics

3) delivery…  every rapper has their own style and namjoon for sure has great fucking delivery omg (that voice tho). in terms of pure flow i have three fav songs…

Awakening: the song that made me a Rap Monster fan (way before I knew what kpop was). The intensity and emotion in his voice still gives me chills.

Joke: his vocal control, his phrase stylization, his ability to spit so flawlessly with like no air… Joke is ALL about flow

P.D.D.: so chill… but the way he raps still draws in the listener; this is partially due to the natural depth and beauty of his voice, but a lot of it is in the energy his delivery has, even when it’s relaxed as fuck. namjoon raps like he’s telling a story, and the rise and fall of his voice is perfectly responsive and sensitive to his lyrics.

4) live stages! his lives are great. i won’t say they’re perfect, but they are still awesome and he always gets hype as FUCK and gets the audience into it

What Am I To You: i literally get so fucking emotional. dont debate this with me, this is honestly his best live stage ever. fucking flawless.

Do You: you see me bopping to this shit in my home? im getting fucking hyped yall as i write this

OKAY BOO BOO HOPE YOU LIKED THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!! comment/reblog with what you think makes Namjoon an amazing rapper!!

as always, if you think im wrong, pls message me ;)

Gather round, it’s LARP story time!

Once upon a time, we had all of the LARPs in the area get together to do a big cross world/game event. @mrfabricatedgeek was running one of the worlds, and decided to put some big plot goodies in for his players. One of these, was a 25 page document written using a cipher. I just so happened to be in the right place and right time to acquire said document. 

I not-so-stealthily shoved it in my bag, and told only the couple of PCs who I knew were trustworthy of what I had found. (Look, we were in a weird place with a sun and no gods and a shit ton of demons. It was awful. Pretty sure it was the literal abyss.) I had heard it contained some important information to our world. My character was a gatherer of knowledge. Of course I was going to make sure it ended up back on our world. If I didn’t there’s a good chance it would have been lost forever. 

For the next month, I worked tirelessly on translating this document. I tried every trick I knew to figure out how to break the code. When that did not work, I turned to the internet and tried other codes and ciphers that could have been used. I tried everything I could find. And I never got a single sentence. In fact I never got more than a couple of short words that did not seem to make any sense. 

So I caved.

I brought the document with me and confronted @mrfabricatedgeek with the deadly “We need to talk.” I’m sure that was exactly what he wanted to hear from his wife. I then threw the document at him, and explained that I gave up. I tried everything and got nowhere. He outsmarted me. He won and I was desperate for just some kind of hint so I could actually get somewhere with the translation. 

And then he just laughed. He laughed as I stood there mortified and confused. 

He proceeded to explain to me that the reason I could not translate the document was because it was just gibberish. Actual, literal, gibberish. The person who was supposed to make the actual phys-rep didn’t, so in a last ditch attempt he just hammered on his keyboard for 15 minutes and printed it out in a fancy font. As far as he knew, the document either got lost on the event or went home with a PC in a different game, so he never bothered making the real one. He couldn’t believe that not only was the document still around, in the hands of the game’s historian, but I had spent a month working on breaking the code without telling him. 

Moral of the story/TL;DR:

Never put a prop/puzzle in game without assuming your players are going to take it and run with it, unless you are prepared to get chased around the house with foam swords. 

anonymous asked:

Hello! So I was scouring the Internet for advice today but I couldn't find any on this topic. My problem isn't that I don't have any ideas (I probably have too many) but the problem is that I don't LOVE any of my ideas. I like them. I think they're all fine ideas. But liking them isn't going to motivate me long enough to finish a novel. How can I give my ideas that extra uumph to make me love them? How can I figure out what's missing or why I don't feel this way about any of my ideas?

Hello, nonny!  What a challenging question…  This one’s been in my inbox a couple days, just because it’s such a big question.  But I’ve thought it over and I think I have some ideas for you :)

The Thrill Is Gone – How to Find It Again

So generally, there’s no one answer or cure-all to this problem.  I’ve had this issue multiple times, with different causes.  My first novel didn’t have enough meat to the plot; my second novel had been over-planned in my head to the point that it no longer excited me.  My third novel had way too much plot, so that by the time I got ¾ the way through, I’d written over 200K words and felt sick of the idea.  I started my fourth novel way too soon, and am now going back and planning it more!  So there are obviously many different reasons that a story doesn’t take off (or dries up eventually).

The first step is to figure out what’s missing, like you said.  There are a few aspects of your story to assess…

1. Plot

I’m discussing plot first because, to me, it’s the most important part of fiction.  Plot, conflict, and stakes are foremost to my stories.  You could have the most complex and sympathetic characters, but without plot, they’re static and become boring.  But for some reason, this is the part of story ideas that new authors neglect most!

So if your story has great characters and an immersive setting, but you can’t get into it, try asking a few questions about your plot:

  • What is the point of the plot?  What’s the message you’re conveying in the story?  Even if your story isn’t an allegory or a metaphor or the next Chronicles of Narnia, there should always be a conclusion to which all plots arrive – otherwise, the story can feel aimless.  The best way to find your message is to look at the conflicts involved (e.g. Man vs. Man, Man vs. Nature, etc.) and find the “winner”.  What worldview, belief, or concept “defeats” the other concepts?  It can be as simple as Good vs. Evil, or more complex, like Loving the Sincere Drug Addict vs. Settling for the Selfish Dentist (provokes the question “Is love worth danger in relationships?”).
  • Does the plot have ups and downs?  And really consider both ends of the spectrum here.  Stories become dull if they are made up of victory after victory – or if they’re made up of nothing but loss and tragedy.  No matter the genre, you have to strike some sort of balance, lest the story become predictable and emotionally non-engaging.  Find victories and failures, even in unassuming places, to keep readers invested and hopeful.
  • Do you have a satisfactory ending?  Or do you have the ending     planned yet?  I’ve found that I can’t really commit to an idea unless I see a resolution – otherwise I feel too nervous to start.  If you do have an ending planned, make sure it’s the right ending.  It can feel like there’s one possible conclusion, and once you’ve found it, you stick to it – but question it, brainstorm it.  It may not be a happy ending every time, but when you find the right one, you’ll know it.
  • Do you have the right plot at all?  Look at your story as a whole.  Does it start too early or too late, relative to the real meat,     the real action?  Is it told from the most impactful POV?  Does the plot cover too much ground for one book, or is it not enough to fill the pages?  Consider all the characters, backstories, and subplots you have, and ask yourself if any of them are more interesting than the main plot.  If so, shift your focus.  Use them instead.

2. Characters

Maybe it’s not your plot that’s going sideways.  Maybe you have it all worked out – the head, the tail, the whole damn thing – but it still doesn’t feel right.  It doesn’t feel like it’s coming to life, somehow.  It feels flat.

That can be a character problem.  It would be like sitting by the campfire and hearing the most fascinating, horrifying story, except it’s told by a man with The Most Boring Voice Who Talks So Incredibly Slowly and Takes All the Fun Out of Everything.  An example: The Hunger Games.  Those books bored the crap out of me.  Unless someone was being killed or Haymitch and Effie were interacting, I just didn’t care.  And those books had a great plot behind them!

So here’s what you need for a good cast of characters:

  • A solid protagonist.  Solid = three-dimensional, empathetic, and relatable; having a goal, an internal conflict, a self-image, and fears or shame.  They should have different facets of themselves – their head and their heart, their desires and doubts, and that little voice in their head that says, “Give up on that.  Be realistic.”  Give them strengths, weaknesses, and a couple of bad habits, for kicks.
  • A variety of supporting characters.  You don’t have to have thirty characters + six secret characters stuffed under your trench coat; but with however many characters you have, make them as different from each other as possible.  Give them some similarities, of course, so that they can relate to each other – but never make them so close together that you have to decide, “Who should say this line?  Character A or Character B?”  Make them unique enough that the words come out of their mouths, instead of you having to decide where to put the words, yourself.
  • Relationships, relationships, relationships.  And I’m not talking about romantic relationships.  I mean, sure, those too – but there are many different kinds of relationships to explore.  Friendships, enemy-ships (?), parent relationships, sibling-ships, silent alliances, “annoying friend-of-a-friend”-ships, “my-ex’s-little-sister”-ships, “you’re-the-ruler-of-the-galaxy-and-a-Sith-lord-but-also-my-dad-please-stop-being-evil”-ships…  You get the idea.  Make them unique, make them strong, and allow them to evolve over the course of the story.
  • Diverse morals, interests, and personalities.  My first short stories focused on white middle-class people who were culturally and politically identical.  They lived in one house, usually, and watched the same TV shows and made the same references.  They had the same sense of humor.  They rarely disagreed on anything that wasn’t clear-cut (e.g. “You drank the last Pepsi!”  “I was thirsty!”).  So do yourself a favor and don’t make my mistakes.  Give your characters unique ethics, cultures, backgrounds, personalities, goals, appearances, and conflicts.  You’ll be more invested by then, I’m sure.

3. Setting

Lastly, I’d like to add that while your characters and plot could be well-developed, there’s always a chance that they’re placed in the wrong setting.  This is why many story ideas can seem great, but won’t get off the ground – maybe they’re set in a pre-made universe like Middle Earth or Panem when they could be their own story.  Maybe your tragic romance is set in the middle of apocalyptic war, when instead, it should be drained down to a period piece.  Maybe your story is perfect, except you’re writing it too close to home – in the real world, in the present year.  There are a million factors to picking the right setting, including:

  • Applicable history and culture.  If you’re writing a story about someone who’s oppressed, or someone who’s a politician, or someone who’s a witch, you’re going to need to back that up with history.  Develop a history for the oppression or politics or witchcraft – where these things began, how they developed over time – and a culture for them now – how oppressed people survive and how witches in your world interact, etc.
  • Imaginative scenery, influenced by the characters.  Even if your story takes place in New York City in 2017, allow your characters’ living spaces and workplaces to have a unique touch – colors and quirks that your readers can see in their mind.  If even you can’t see what you’re writing, inspiration is going to be difficult to find.
  • A lifelike background.  Just because the plot focuses on your characters does not mean everything going on behind it should be quiet and dead.  Anyone who looks out a window in a city building can see other people living – people on the highway will see other cars taking other people other places.  Everyone who has a friend will hear a little something about their friend’s siblings, their friend’s friends, their friend’s neighbors.  Life and stories exist outside of your plot; make sure you’re not writing about a ship in a bottle.
  • An aesthetic.  That sounds gross and teen-tumblr-y, but let me tell you personally: I don’t feel truly ready to write (and love) my story until I can hear the music for the future movie adaptation – until I can see the kind of clothes the people wear, the games they play, the places they eat and shop.  I think of the colors and themes in my scenes (e.g. my first novel was set primarily at night in a grunge/city setting; my current novel is very green and outdoorsy and gives me that feeling of bonfires just after sunset).  Once you get that “feeling” from your story, you’ll know it.

Anyway, this reply took me like three days to write because I really wanted to get into it.  I hope some of this helps you to fall in love with one of your ideas, so you can get started :)  If you have any more questions, be sure to send them in!

(I have 26 questions in the inbox, though, so be patient with me…)

If you need advice on writing, fanfiction, or NaNoWriMo, you should maybe ask me!

Knock Out Friendship Headcanons

Help!  I accidentally wrote a novel!  D:

  • You started out as a bargaining chip, a pawn to lure in those insufferable autobots.  Megatron needs you alive if he wants any bargaining power however, so he has Knock Out check you over to make sure you’re fully functional.
  • Knock Out is predictably annoyed.  He doesn’t like organics at the best of times, but having to play nursemaid for a mere pawn when he has more important things to attend to is just downright insulting.  He gives you a cursory check-up, droning on about vitals and cell counts in a bored, monotone drawl, occasionally throwing in an unflattering remark about your species as a whole.  
  • Despite the medic’s apparent lack of interest, you can’t help but be just a tiny bit impressed with his skills and talent as a doctor, especially since he’s clearly not even trying.  I mean, you’re clearly still incredibly upset about this whole situation, but it’s not like any of this is his fault.
  • When he lazily waves you away and gives the all clear you hop off the berth and tell him “thank you”, as a force of habit.  Knock Out freezes with his back to you.  He slowly turns around and you see the mixture of surprise and confusion in his optics, without a trace of his previous smugness.   Courtesy - actual common decency is something that he’s grown not to expect among his fellow cons, and to hear it come from a human – a prisoner – catches him completely off guard.  “I- you’re welcome,” he says.  Knock Out starts thinking about you a bit differently that day.

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Deconstructing the confrontation scene

This was meant to be part of a Nobu character discussion but I changed it midway. I wanted to talk about this scene first.

Here’s the thing, when I recently read again the scene where Nobu confronts Hachi about the pregnancy in room 707, it made me uncomfortable. And I think this is for different reasons than most people. I was not as mad at Hachi as some were, I was rather more upset that Nobu did not act differently. And this really shows how pivotal the whole situation was for the development of all characters involved.

Hachi and Nobu’s relationship was tested in this situation and what it immediately showed was a lack of any form of security. In this scene, neither of them was on the same page at all, explicitly or emotionally. Hachi was having a complete emotional breakdown, which appeared to be both hormonal and psychological. As soon as Takumi took away her agency by locking her in and calling Nobu from her cellphone, she lost it. She couldn’t speak, she couldn’t think coherently. Say what you will about Hachi, what she went through at that time and how she reacted was entirely realistic for a woman of her frailty.

Then we have Nobu. Immediately as he goes in, he forcefully demands her to snap out of it. He snatches the covers away, he yells at her to answer him, and he tries to get her hands off her face.

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Contrast that against Takumi slowly carrying her, laying her down in bed and holding her hand as he tells her an anecdote and calmly explains that she has to be strong for her baby.

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Hachi herself responds to this unusual kindness in a very primal way, which is the most she is capable of at that moment. She simply returns back his grip.

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And that action alone, in her distressed state, was enough to make her feel like she emotionally betrayed Nobu, just by accepting Takumi’s attention.

Chapter 27

Now I’m not defending Takumi, he is the reason why everyone was in this bad situation to begin with. I am merely attempting to explain the emotional mess that Hachi and Nobu were in, and how this is the main reason why the situation unfolded the way that it did.

Hachi will go back to this moment later and note how it was Takumi who stood by her when she needed someone the most (chapter 48, chapter 52). It was Takumi who was the more firm and grounded man than Nobu ever were. Her distraught state at that time needed someone like that, she could not endure Nobu’s insecurities.

Chapter 52

Nobu interprets her agitated state completely wrong by thinking that she really hadn’t broken up with Takumi when she was seeing him. He let an idea which he previously dismissed run wild to the point where he believed it. And this is entirely expected because the foundation that he and Hachi built their relationship on was rocky at best. Hachi just wanted to erase that unfortunate Takumi episode when she realized she could be loved again after Shouji. He was just glad he could have her and rushed it just as much. He was fickle, she was naïve, it would never have worked out.

Nobu’s insecurity turned the situation to be about whether Hachi was betraying him or not, which, while understandable, was off the mark. It was not what Hachi needed at that time at all, and he could not emotionally pick up on that. He did not pacify her, he couldn’t stand her silence and her cries, and then when he lost his patience, he straight up left. He gave up. He left even before Takumi returned. He just left her there. That speaks volumes.

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I like how we got this juxtaposition between Takumi and Nobu during a trying time (and their parallel will continue to be a recurring motif in the manga). I like how the sweet Nobu was the one who couldn’t pick up on Hachi’s emotional needs, while Takumi, who for lack of a better word is psychopathic, was the more empathic of the two.

Imagine how this scene would have unfolded, if, for instance, Nobu hadn’t left, had he let her ride through her emotional turmoil even without interfering. Or if he had embraced her while telling her the half-assed “Even if you lie to me, I’ll believe what you tell me”. Because it was not mature at all to say that and then leave when she couldn’t bring herself to reply. Hachi annoyed many fans by her silence, but if she and Nobu had had a secure relationship to begin with, and had Nobu stuck with her, maybe they would have faced Takumi better. As it is, they couldn’t.

anonymous asked:

Do you know a good way to organize the information in a bos? I want to make one but i don't know how to put all the information in it and have it make sense. Like i think i should maybe start with describing what certain properties things have like the different stones or maybe like just writing words and have what they mean beside them??? I dont know how to start or organize the whole think could you help? Im thinking of using a binder btw to make it a bit easier if i mess up or something

Hey Anon, Nessa here. Starting a Grimoire should not be very difficult as long as you know you're doing it to help and benefit you. Most people, including myself, fear to mess up their Grimoire by making mistakes– some are worried it won't look “pretty” or “artsy” enough! I personally prefer mine to be artsy, but it still holds the same meaningful purpose it was intended for. Because of this, I started a Draft/ Travel Grimoire just for me to kind of doodle and also have it at my convenience whenever I needed it if I was out and about. 

So my suggestions would be to start a draft. It’s a good way to start because the more you write in it, you will start to get a feel for how you want to organize your final draft. Since you are using a binder, don't worry so much about how the organization because you can always move pages around. Considering you are just starting one organizing your thoughts is probably the most important as you want them to flow and throughout your pages( this statement is probably contradicting sorry x.x).

  1.  I started out defining what my craft meant to me and why I was on this journey ( i think that this is the most important since your Grimoire is about your journey and what you have/ want to discover/want to use in your practice) 
  2. I did a Grimoire protection sigil because I wanted to ( not everyone does this )
  3. I then started to explain the different signs and symbols, elements with its correspondence, herbs, oils, colors, crystals, etc… because I practice Buddhism as well, I  included some Buddhist symbols with its meanings, chakras, auras, chants, meditations, etc…  

Here are also some links to help you better organize/ start out your Grimoire. 

Stay Cozy -Nessa :)

anonymous asked:

I've just been rereading some of your wonderful longfic and you write such good action i'm so envious, especially Don't Wait Up for Me. Someone said it was cinematic and I think thats a good description. Whenever I try to write action I just can't or it doesn't seem very good, and I wonder if you have any advice as a writer and editor about how to write action scenes, or just any writing advice in general.

First, I have to apologize for taking so long to respond; it’s been hard to get back in the swing of things after surgery. Second, thank you so much for the lovely compliment, and I’m so glad you liked Don’t Wait Up for Me, because that’s one of my favorite things I’ve ever done.

To your question: I sometimes feel like I could write a book, just based on the sheer volume of crap I read for my job and the way all these things pile up for me, but there are hundreds of writing advice books out there, and some of them are even actually good so no one needs another one. :-D But I think there are some specifics to writing action, and in particular action within fanfiction, that are fairly unique and not always addressed in tutorials.

When I’m copyediting fiction especially, I often find my attention wanders or my eyes glaze over because of flabby or weak writing, and that’s just death for a scene where people are supposed to be doing stuff and hooking the reader. The same mistakes kind of pile up and up, and this is pro published stuff. Fan readers are pretty forgiving mostly, but a lot of these issues have an unconscious effect on us, we forget fics that could be memorable because we skimmed over stuff that should engage us.

Years ago at Slate, I copyedited a book review that made me laugh, because it was a lot of these problems in a nutshell:

His writing is riddled with clichés that are daily struck down by conscientious high-school teachers. The characters always think “for a moment,” as if a sustained thought is impossible in the Wagnerian world. “Silence” plagues the pages, and it often “follows” speech. The thunder claps “Whrromp!” Every glance is recorded, for no discernable reason—everyone is “looking” or “focusing” all the time. The faces repeatedly “light up.” People don’t smile—they “start to smile"—and they do things “a little,” even if much happens “all of a sudden.” Here is a typical passage: “Liz started to smile, then started to say something, then thought better of it. Her smile faded for a moment, while she seemed to concentrate on a thought.”

That’s the kind of writing that can just utterly kill action scenes. So what would I tell you to avoid that kind of stuff? :

Originally posted by gypsyastronaut

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Jersey [Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader]

Summary: You’re a journalist and your neighbor is playing music too loud, you go to complain and turns out he is writing a musical.

Word count: 1,168

Warnings: None. Light cursing maybe?

Author notes: MY FIRST DRABBLE YOU GUYS! I think it turned out better than I imagined. Please let me know what you think, if you like maybe I can write more?

“You need to stop!” Your words echoed on the hallway that connected your apartment to the rest of the building. The loud music suddenly paused and you exhaled in relief after slamming the door. 

You had three articles to write until the end of the week, the last thing you needed on that friday night was the same song played slightly differently for what seemed like hours to you, it was already bad enough that you had to ditch your friends because of work. 

When the inspiration came back to you the words just flew from your mind all the way to your laptop. Your fingers moved quickly and you wrote not more than two paragraphs before the loud drums started once again.

That was the last straw. 

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anonymous asked:

Urgent-ish? I'm really struggling with the idea that progressive/affirming Christians are cherry-pickers from the Bible, like I get accused of it a lot but everyone does it. Is there even a cohesive Christianity any more or do we all just take what we want and ignore the rest? I'm a theology student but all of this is just nagging at me like what even are we all doing? It's really chipping at my already shaky faith and I just don't know what to do any more. Any words of wisdom?

Hey there! I totally get where you’re coming from. Everyone does in many ways “cherry-pick” from the Bible – it’s a huge text and while maybe ideally we’d sort of focus on all of it, it’s just not doable to do so; we’re going to have favorite passages, stories that resonate most with us. To me, that’s not a bad thing – the Spirit of God is alive and at work in each of us in unique ways, and when that includes speaking to us through scripture it’s a beautiful thing that She leads different people to different passages. 

Then again, when those of us who affirm being LGBT+ and hold that the content of the Bible does not mean that God condemns us are accused of cherry-picking, it’s usually with a bit of a different connotation – that we’re just “ignoring” verses like Leviticus 18:22 or Romans 1:26-27. I highly disagree with this accusation.

I do not ignore Romans 1:26-27, or 1 Timothy 1:10, or any of the others – I engage with them. In fact, in the huge scope of all the Bible verses there are, I probably give the “clobber claim” passages too much of my time! I have researched them, I have read them in their original Hebrew and Greek, I have prayed and discussed and read books. And I have concluded that some of them – like 1 Corinthians 6:9 and 1 Timothy 1:10 – have fallen victim to mistranslation, and others – like Romans 1:26-27 – are indeed speaking badly about mlm sexual relationships, but that context is key to understanding why they do so and what it means for us today. 

I think when we’re accused of cherry-picking, it’s because we choose to interpret the Bible in context rather than claiming something like it all being the direct word-for-word will of God for all people in all times and places. We’re “cherry-picking” to them because we look at Leviticus 20:13 and say that yes, maybe it is outlawing sex between men, but it’s addressing a specific group of people in a specific time and was never written to apply to me. 

But we could reverse it and claim that they’re “cherry-picking” for not behaving as though, say, Leviticus 11:9-12 applies to them because they eat shrimp. Or because Jesus says in Luke 18:22 to sell all that you have and give it to the poor, and they own stuff, they’ve “cherry-picked” around that verse. We could say that, but I wouldn’t. Because just like anyone else they’ve made interpretive decisions. They’re not “ignoring” those verses; they’re looking at them in context, looking at the bigger picture of scripture – a work that was written over at least a thousand years by multiple people! – and deciding how to apply it to their own lives.

We might also ask those who say you can’t affirm being LGBT+ because the Bible says being gay is a sin if they think that slaves should submit to their masters, since verses like 1 Timothy 6:1 (the same book as one of the clobber claims!) says so. Some might say yes, alas – but most would say no, that was a different time and even a different “kind” of slavery than chattel slavery, and we see God’s larger picture of love and justice for the oppressed as meaning that God doesn’t will slaves. After all, Galatians 3:28 says there’s no longer slave or free! (as well as no longer male and female, would ya look at that – it’s almost like different portions of the Bible “contradict” each other because it was written over a long span of time by human beings.) If they understand the context around those passages, why is it so hard for them to comprehend the context around the “clobber claims”? (And if you want to read my discussions on that context, check out the “But what does the Bible say?” section of our resources page and particularly this post.)

No one really takes the Bible “literally.” It would be preposterous. Jesus would literally be a gate, as well as being a slain lamb with seven horns and seven eyes, and God would literally be a rock. We all know how to read interpret metaphors, as well as how to read in context. 

There’s a big difference between taking the Bible “literally” and taking it seriously. We can interpret scripture – in fact, God invites us to wrestle with Them and with scripture! It’s meant to be a living text, through which the living Spirit can communicate with us for our fullness of life – not a lifeless thing where every single opinion of every one of its human authors has to be accepted as also being God’s opinion / will for everyone. 

You might also find some posts on our FAQ helpful, such as this one on how to respond when people say we’re using the Bible to “justify our sin.” 

And my biggest recommendation to you is Austen Hartke’s vid “Are you taking the Bible seriously?” Go watch it (and if video isn’t a format you can easily consume, let me know and I’ll paraphrase it for you).

Mark’s Egos Encyclopedia Page: Bim Trimmer

Charismatic and Hopeless Dog, Bim Trimmer.

Occupation: Television show host and commentator.

Abilities: none as far as I can tell

Threat level: low

Friendship level: high

Host of the dubious television show Hire My Ass, he’s one of the few egos that can possibly match Wilford in swooning the audience.

Despite that, it doesn’t seem that he actually carries that bombastic attitude with him daily everywhere. He seems to prefer quietness when away from the public eye. That’s similar to another person we know(*1).

Quick with his highly opinionated words and so cheerful all the time, it’s easy to be smitten by his almost pure personality, but it’s not as if he truly is pure.

The types of television shows that he hosts are questionable, but if you managed to impress him while participating in one, then expect him to constantly be talking to you. It’s as if he’s too shy to actually initiate contact with another person on his own accord. But in regards to that, it seems that it doesn’t actually take much to impress him(*2). 

There will probably not be a situation where you will be forcibly pitted against Bim, but even then, there is no reason to worry about him as a threat at all. He does not seem to have any unique special abilities, and in addition, he will not be glad to fight you either. He’s will not also be starting fights with anyone anytime soon.

Speaking of aggression, there seems to be no chance for him to get together with Matthias. You probably shouldn’t bring Matthias up when he’s in the vicinity, either. He’ll get incredibly depressed and walk off(*3).

How to deal with him: you probably won’t have to worry about him. On a normal basis, if you initiate contact with him, you’ll probably gain a somewhat clingy friend. He’s not going to do it himself, so you might as well save him some embarrassment. It’s also painfully obvious if he wants to talk to you(*4). However, it’s a whole different story if you end up on his show. Be prepared to deal with an almost 180 and be wary of what he has in store for you should you run into the unfortunate opportunity to be in his show.

1.) A certain youtuber; he even looks the most like Mark when he’s not in a suit. When in one, he kind of looks like Dark before the phase.
2.) Considering he knows he has no qualities about him worth mentioning about other than knowing how to host
3.) So he’s almost like a hopeless lovestruck puppy
4.) You can catch him in the act when he stares too hard in mesmerization. 

lilyb-ouat-spn-who  asked:

Hey! I don't know if I'm doing this right, and I'm just basically trying to reach you in different ways. My sister and I are big fans of your writing, and love your stories!! We especially loved the one withe the tiara and the giraffe!! We were hoping joy could do another one like that, where JD and Veronica have a family. Thanks!!

You’re doing it right! I assure you! And that’s so kind I am so flattered you like my work! You’re so sweet I wish I could give you a cookie! Sorry this took so long! I was dealing with some stuff and then it slipped my mind, but here it is! I hope you like it! And thanks so much for the kind words it means the world to me! Sorry this is a little out of season, but I had a dream about christmas last night so…. here we are

“I have presents for the kids!” Mac came running in through the door in a Santa hat. JD stopped Little Heather and Henry from running to whom they dubbed their “Aunt Mac”.

“Heather I told you not to go crazy this year.” He told her. “They’ve got enough junk they need to get rid of.” JD playfully bopped Henry on the head. But he was smiling all the same, happy to see how excited his kids got.

“Oh let them have their fun, they already gave so much to the toy drives.” Mac told him. JD sighed and laughed a bit, nodding. “Did you have fun this season?” Mac asked. She handed Henry a pink box and he nodded.

“We made friends at the toy drives and mom and dad says we can have them over for Christmas Eve dinner!” He said happily. “I gave one girl half of my Polly Pockets and we’re gonna play together from now on. It’s no fun playing alone and Heather never wants to play. She always makes her dinosaurs eat their heads off.” He complained.

“Polly needs more action! You should watch the ninja movies with me and dad!” Little Heather jumped on the table and struck a karate pose. “I met this other kid at the soup kitchen and they said they got no tv, so we came over here and watched movies together!” She smiled dreamily.

“Heather’s got a crush!” Henry teased.

“Shut up Henry!” Heather yelled, and jumped on her twin brother.

“Hey now, Aunt Mac worked hard to pick you kids out some gifts she thinks you’d like.” Veronica entered the room. “Now put stop fighting and fawn over her for a minute. It’s Christmas.” She ordered. The kids scrambled up and back to the gifts Mac had gotten.

“You can play with this with your new friend.” Mac spoke to Henry. He opened the pink box and smiled big when he saw a Polly Pocket dollhouse.

“I love it! Especially since dad broke my old one.” He pouted.

“I told you six times to put it away!” JD defended. “And you left it on the stairs and I stepped on it. I take no responsibility for that.” He bopped Henry on the head again and the child stuck his tongue out, giggling. JD pulled his son up to sit with him and they watched little Heather open her present. She let out a loud scream when she saw what it was.

“I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU GOT THIS!!!!” She yelled.

“I have never seen a six-year-old so excited over a science magazine…” Veronica lifted up the book and smiled. “She takes after her mother… I can’t wait till she goes to Brown.” Veronica smiled. She was hoping her kid would get into law, like she had, but she supported her either way.

“Mom! Dad! Look! This is the Smithsonian Institute ORIGINAL documentation of the space race with the Soviet Union leading up to Apollo 12!” Little heather flipped through the pages.

“How do you know all this stuff? I don’t even know any of this stuff!” JD shook his head. “And I should! I like, went to school and stuff.”

“My teacher tried to tell us that the United States sent the first man to space in history. But I told her she was wrong and the United States came in second to the Soviet Union, although they had more failed attempts.” Heather scoffed.

She was interrupted by the door opening and slamming. “Enough with nerdy stuff!” Chandler stepped in to greet the group for Christmas. “You’re aunty Chandler got you better gifts!” She cried, she entered the house uninvited and stepped past Mac. She handed the kids two boxes. They opened the lids and saw two matching dresses, Henry’s was pink and Heather’s was purple. “Well, what do you think?” She asked.

“Woah… Heather this is a lot.” Veronica and JD looked at them.

“Well it’s more of a gift for me, Duke and Mac.” Heather explained. “Did she not tell you yet?” Heather asked.

“I was waiting for you.” Mac explained. She then turned to face her friends. “My dad is retiring and leaving me the jewelry company! I’m making Heather and Heather my business partners!” Mac exclaimed.

“Heather that’s amazing!” JD congratulated. Veronica ran over and hugged her friend.

“But why the lavish dresses?” Veronica asked, looking over at her kids handling the expensive glittery fabric.

“Well there’s a big retirement party for my dad. And you know how rich business people are. It’s SUPER fancy.” Mac explained. “And of course we wanted you all there!” She smiled and reached out to hold JD and Veronica’s hands.

“But we thought if your kids dressed anything like their dad, they would need some new clothes.” Chandler explained.

“I love it!” Henry cried out.

“It’s so pretty!” Little Heather joined in. “We’re going to the party right?” She asked. The kids looked at their mom and dad eagerly and Veronica nodded.

“Of course, how could we ever miss it!” She cried, and hugged her two friends. “This is so amazing! For all of you!” She exclaimed. “Wait… where’d Duke?”

“Here!” A voice called, she was walking extremely slow with a big box. No wonder it took her so long to get here. “Okay kids! Open this now!” She said with some urgency. The kids got up confused and walked over to the box. It wasn’t wrapped and there were holes in the top. “Hurry up!” Duke clapped her hands. JD smiled and bit and looked over at Veronica, who was smiling too. They had been planning this with Duke for about a month.

The kids took the lid off and both cried out in joy. A pug dog poked his head out and yipped happily. “A puppy!” Little Heather cried.

“Do you like him?” JD asked.

“I LOVE HIM THANK YOU AUNT DUKE!” She screamed and ran over to hug the girl in green. Henry on the other hand was just sobbing by the box.

“Henry, why are you crying?” Veronica asked.

“He’s so cute!” Henry sobbed. The puppy licked his face. “I just already love him so much!” He cried and took the puppy in his arms to hug.

“He’s acting just like you when the kids were born.” Veronica nudged JD.

“You promised never to bring that up.” JD hushed her and she laughed, watching her kids dance around with joy at the new family member.

anonymous asked:

Dear Pear, I have been writing a story that involves magic and magical creatures. However, I am having a hard time trying to find a way to separate the magic that some humans can do and the magic that magical creatures like nymph and fae can do since I don't want them to have the same magical abilities. I thought of some ideas, but all them are kinda of mediocre. I was wondering if you had any suggestions or references? Thank you!

Hi Anon! Magic systems are right up my alley, so thanks for thinking of me!

There are a couple of things that define a magic system: Abilities, manifestation, and limitations. Changing up one of these will certainly help differentiate the types of magic in your world (human magic vs. creature magic, in your case), but also consider that you have two other areas to play with that can also help make the other sides of magic feel different from each other.

You’re talking about wanting to change up the abilities that the two sides are capable of performing. One way to help get a grasp on this is defining what each side’s domains are, that is, what kind of magic are they able to cast? This also ties in with the other two aspects, manifestation–that is, how they are able to cast their magic–and limitations–what they can do, what they can’t, and what can go wrong.

Now, I don’t know what kinds of creatures you have in your world, so take this with a grain of salt, but is the magic your creatures can cast tied to what kind of creature they are? Can djinn or salamanders cast the same kinds of magic as dryads or naiads? If each type of creature has its own type of magic that it uses, what’s to say humans don’t have their own? Maybe the creatures have abilities that mostly pertain to nature while humans are able to manipulate force energy or gravity or magnetism or technology and electrical impulses.

You have to define those realms of power, remembering that in order to be an effective system, there must be limitations on what each of these types of people can do. They all can’t do it all, and if they can all do everything, what makes them different? Is it how they cast it? Is it how good they are at certain ones? Are there just a select few domains that are specifically only for one side and not the other? If they can cast many of the same spells, perhaps one type of person has better control over a particular domain than another and there are penalties for an individual of either side attempting to cast from the domains of magic that belong to another type of person.

What’s something that humans have that creatures don’t? What makes them unique in your world?

How do creatures call their magic, and does that differ from how the humans perform theirs? Do humans or certain creatures have handicaps when using their magic? Do some require certain words to be spoken or physical materials such as herbs or candles, or foci like a wand or crystals?

Are there certain types of magic that require a unique combination of casters (This Spell can only be cast by having a salamander manipulate fire and a centaur’s telekinesis)?

How can things go wrong for either side? Can one side cast one way, but casting that same way causes the other side severe backlash? Does one side’s magic have the potential to be addictive or cause cumulative effects (good or bad)?

Hopefully these have given you some things to think about. I think if you separate them out and try to build them as two separate magic systems, you’ll have better luck in figuring out the ins and outs that differentiate the two sides. Focus on how they cast, what that looks like for both sides, where their magic comes from, what’s not possible for each side, and what kinds of things can cause problems for either side, and I think you’ll have some luck.

Good luck! -Pear

In the meantime, here are some more resources on building magic systems that might be of use:
Let’s Talk About: Magic Building
Building Your Own Magic Systems
A Questionnaire For Building Magic Systems
Magic and Rules from @daringthepen
12 Questions to Ask Yourself About the System of Magic in Your Fantasy Novel from iO9
A Wikipedia page discussing magic in fiction
Magic Rules! Types of Magic from P. June Diehl
A List of Elemental Abilities from @thewritershandbook
Types of Divination, A Masterpost of Sorts
A wikia list of magical powers

anonymous asked:

This is probably pretty vague, so don't hesitate on denying it: I'd like you to describe Nevra. That's all! Which traits you think that most stand out, his flaws, what he values and so on. Whatever you feel like adding. If you just pour all the impressions and feelings you get from him in a text, I'll already be pretty satisfied. I'm writing a fanfiction and, honestly, that boy is a riddle to me.

Ouch, that is vague. I gave it my best shot, but Nevra’s one of the hardest characters for me to write so apologies if this is all over the place!

Nevra’s the mom friend, the Casanova, the sensitive guy (and more others no doubt) rolled into one and it makes him really hard to write because you can’t be sure which he’ll be in any given situation. Fortunately he’s got a few key traits that make him easier to write imo.

  • First off, he’s self-aware. Nevra knows what makes him desirable and is unapologetic about it, a confident and charismatic vampire to the people who don’t know him, and egotistical ass to those who do.
  • Obviously, he’s not all ego, as Nevra’s easily the most compassionate of the boys, and is definitely the mom of the guard, taking care of everyone in his guard regardless of age or gender. He’s the playful sort, a tease, but (unlike Bitchy blue) he knows when to stop.
  • He’s also really competitive. He’s the only person we’ve so far that takes the guard rankings seriously, why? Personally, I hope it’s connected to his attention-seeking behaviour (angsty backstory pls) but it’s probably a innocuous trait.
  • Nevra’s bossy and headstrong, no question. If he says do something, he expects it to be done even if it’s not the best course of action. Speaking of action, he’s more likely to jump into it before thinking, at best making a half-thought out plan before rushing into it.
  • I feel Nevra can be a bit selfish, occasionally putting his needs above another. A good dose of reality usually sorts it out, but he’s probably done some damage by then. He’s usually aware when he needs to apologise, and those rare times when he’s not, Val sets him straight.
  • Speaking of which, I know the three boys are good friends, but I think Nevra’s more likely to go to Ez to hang out and have fun, because Valkyon and he have very different ideas of fun. He definitely goes to Val for advice and such though, since asking Ez would probably definitely end up making a situation worse.

And… that’s it really. That’s how I’d describe Nevra. I honestly couldn’t possibly write all my thoughts and feelings on Nevra in a ten page dissertation, let alone in less than 500 words, so some stuff has been left out, but I addressed what I think his main traits and flaws are.

I hope helped you gain a little insight on Nevra, Anon! If you need me to clarify or add anything, send me another request (or a message if you’d like). Good luck writing your fanfiction!  (let me know when it’s done please?)

korrasforevergirl  asked:

Would it be okay to ask how comics are actually made? Like are the panels drawn out first and the story put in them or does the story have to be planned and drawn before the panels go down? I would use bing but I don't know how to word the question right to where I don't get everything but I was looking for so I can make panels the right way. There was something that lets you make it on tablet, but I have no tablet

Sure! This might get long, so hold onto yer butts.

Creator-Owned IPs vs Licensed IPs
We’re gonna start off with a broader understanding of the different directions comic creation start from. Creator-owned books (we call them ‘books,’ though we mean comics, and this umbrella includes both single issue series and GNs) are exactly what they sound like: IPs that are owned by the creator(s), series like Saga and most Image titles; original graphic novels; and designated creator-owned series from publishers who handle both licensed and creator-owned works. Contracts differ for exactly how much a creator-owned IP is owned by either publisher or creator, and this is why people like the Image comics model, because creators own all of it. This sounds like the best case scenario, of course, but it’s a tough road, because you need to have a pitch ready, your pay is almost always back-end (meaning you get the profits after you sell; advances are either small or rare), and it helps to have notoriety to get the right eyes and ears on your work. Licensed IPs on the other hand are works that already exist, and then are licensed out into comic form. Think of video game comics, or comics series like Adventure Time and Legend of Korra. Licensed work also tends to have lots of chefs in the kitchen, which is its own kind of hell, since things need to stay on-brand or follow age conventions for narrative/visuals.

DC and Marvel also fall under this label. More generally, we call it ‘work-for-hire,’ and it means you own none of the art, property, etc. But it also usually means you’re paid for the work before sales, and, depending on the publisher, it can mean more money upfront. In general, comics pays absolute shit unless you’re working for the Big Two (Marvel/DC) or have a successful creator-owned title at Image or elsewhere. 

Writer/Artist/Editor Relationships
Creator-owned work processes vary greatly, since their circumstances are all different (story & concepts could’ve been done together, or a writer may have found an artist to work on her idea, etc). I’m going to mostly talk about the work-for-hire process, since it’s a little more consistent across the board. The publisher will hire a writer, who will in turn write a script, and the script will be sent to the artist to draw. For Mike, Bryan, Nickelodeon, and me, we communicate through our editor Dave, and his assistant Rachel (a saint, truly). If I’m being honest, it was a little overwhelming for me in the beginning to receive so much feedback from many many people, which I was not used to from previous comics experience. But we’re all growing to understand each other, we all respect each other deeply, and our editor does an amazing job making sure communications between all of us remain clear and effective. I’m leveling up like crazy from the constructive commentary I receive on every page!! I can’t wait to come out of this project a total badass, haha.

I also can’t forget to mention the colorist, who is a very crucial part of the process. As it is, the industry severely undervalues colorists, and moreso, the flatters that sometimes help them (they basically do simple color fills so the colorist can get right to rendering, etc). After I’ve uploaded my linework, the pages go to Jane for colors. After another round of edits and approvals, they will go to the letterer, which I also find to be an underappreciated craft.

1/ Mike writes the script
2/ Editor reviews. After edits & approval, it is sent to me
3/ I send back thumbnails of what all the pages in the GN will look like
4/ Edit/approval review, edits are made, and then I start on pages
5/ I don’t have a pencils step; I blow up my sketches onto my pages at low opacity and ink right over them
6/ Uploaded for review. If it requires edits, I fix and send it back
7/ Colorist receives pages and does her thang,
8/ and after reviews/edits, it is sent to the letterer.

And that is all the process I am closely tied into, but beyond that (the publishing and marketing deets, etc), I am not.

Artistry, Paneling, Tools
As for the actual technical part of comic making, it’s harder to get into the specifics only because it’s super different for each artist, and our education comes from different sources. Growing up in Japan, I read a lot of manga and Franco-Belgian comics, so my layouts and style will more closely resemble that stuff. Many people still work on special comics paper or just 11x17 bristol board, but I work exclusively in Photoshop on my Cintiq, on special Dark Horse formatted comic page files. If you want to read more about how comics are made and the concepts behind good composition, paneling, etc, I’d pick up Scott McCloud’s UNDERSTANDING COMICS. It’s a good primer, and fun to read, since it’s just one giant comic!

Industry Thoughts
I think I need to add this here, because understanding the general atmosphere of the industry informs why creators are/act/work a certain way, or have a specific kind of online presence, etc. The industry is still very much a white boy’s club, and it is a constant battle for the marginalized to work in an industry that seems to hate us with every microaggression (and just outright bigotry) at every corner. Additionally, as mentioned above, comics pay is super garbage; some of us are full-time freelance and some of us still have day jobs; we get no benefits, etc; and, as in most entertainment industries, it’s just as much about who you know versus how good you are. Networking is key, and you’re much more likely to get hired for being a polite person who gets their work in on time over being an amazing talent who is always behind and a jerk. Unless you are certain dudes are certain big publishing companies. *side-eye*

Being a comics creator is grueling, and you definitely put in more than you get back. We also feel a need to maintain some amount of online presence, and I take the effort to curate my social media feeds, both what I consume and what I put out. Me being me, I wear my heart on my sleeve, my loud mouth says whatever the fuck it wants, and sometimes I’m super crude; but I am trying to not be so curt with the over familiar or well-meaning folks who appreciate my work, and maybe just overstep some bounds. (The creepers can fuck right off, though.)

ANYWAY. Hope that’s all helpful to know and gives y’all some perspective! :)

Don’t fall in love with a writer. They will remember everything about you, the good and the bad. The ones you don’t want to remember. The ones you thought that weren’t worth remembering. They will not let any of them go, and they will make sure to tattoo every detail of you on paper, on board or any possible surface.

Don’t fall in love with a writer. They will bury your embarrassing moments in them, they will carve your broken times in their hearts. They will spill ink all over your memories and throw them all onto blank pages. They will find beauty in every ugly situation that once happened in your life.

Don’t fall in love with a writer. They will dig you up from your hiding place, they will dig your soul out. They will strip down your walls, they will strip your heart and soul naked, and explore your darkest thoughts. They will stay in there and find ways to pen down the darkness. Then they will grab your hand and run. Run from all thoughts, run from everything that is holding you down. They will live in you and leave your soul all bare.

Don’t fall in love with a writer. They will take hold of your hopes and dreams, your successes and failures, your beauty and flaws, your perfections and imperfections. They will take all there is, and they will not return any of them back. They will turn everything about you, to spilled ink. They will turn you to songs, to stories, to poetry. And there is nothing you can do to stop them from doing so.

Don’t fall in love with a writer. They are complex beings. They are fucking insane. You will lose your mind, you will lose yourself if you try to understand what is roaming around in their heads, if you try to understand them entirely. Even writers don’t understand themselves at most times. So if you were to fall for a writer, be prepared to say goodbye to your sanity.

Don’t fall in love with a writer. They will not always think of you. They will not always dream of you. They will not always prioritize you. They will not always have a bouquet of flowers and countless of chocolate bars with them. Or should I say, they might not even have any flowers or chocolates for you. They might even choose to spend their Sunday afternoons on the typewriter with a cup of coffee than to cuddle with you in bed.

Don’t fall in love with a writer. When they start to love, they will love with their all. They will love so hard, so hard that it might suffocate you. You may think that you can handle it but on the contrary, you can’t. Things are different when it comes to writers. You think you can keep your head up but their love will pull you down and it will drown you. They will drown you in their ocean of love.

Don’t fall in love with a writer. You might not be able to turn back, to save yourself once you do. You may even remember them for the rest of your life, whether they are a part of it or not. You will not be able to remove them, to erase their words because it’s the only thing that remains permanent, that remains alive in this world. You will find pieces of yourself in between the letters, and they will haunt you for god knows how long.

Don’t fall in love with a writer. They will write about you. They will write and write and write about you. They will use you to ink their blank pages, but once they decide to stop writing about you, once they swear to not let you be the reason behind their spilled ink, you will no longer exist in their letters. And no matter what you do, you can never be a part of the ink on their paper no more.

Don’t fall in love with a writer. They tend to notice everything but will speak nothing of it. Why? Simply because, they know that words are meaningless unless written. And believe me when I say this, they know how things will be at the end of the day, be it a relationship or a friendship. So oftentimes, they will write about sadness more than happiness. If you plan to leave them, they will not beg for you to stay. They will not hold you back, but they will let you go no matter how much it hurts for them to do so. They will just find a secluded spot of theirs with a pen and some papers, and write and write and write. That’s the thing with writers; they just choose to bleed through their pen, their words.

Don’t fall in love with a writer. They will open you up. They will cut open every scar you have. They will expose every part of you. They will use everything that has to do with you as a writing material. They will love you from a distance. They will look at you in between the spilled ink and blank pages. They will paint down everything that hurts on empty sheets, and it will hurt you too, whether it is intended or not. They will make you bleed along with their words.

Don’t fall in love with a writer. Because I know how things will be. Because I am a writer.

So don’t fall in love with me.

—  L.W. // Don’t fall for a writer like me