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anonymous asked:

Hey there! First off I love your writing style. Could you write a wolfstar where Sirius asks out Remus to the yule ball? <3

Sirius had to admit it, Remus looked absolutely adorable all cuddled up in an armchair reading some muggle book. He wondered how long he fancied his friend and why he’d never done anything about it. Remus looked up when he felt him staring.

“What is it, Pads. Is there something on my face?” He guessed, wiping his face.

Sirius shook his head. “No, no. I was just thinking.”

“About what?” He got up and sat next to Sirius on the couch. Sirius looked at him intently, as if studying every freckle and scar. Then he shook his head. What was wrong with him? He’d flirted with loads of people before, but he was never this nervous. He stared into his friend’s light brown eyes and decided to go for it.

“H- has anyone asked you to the ball yet?”

Remus shook his head. “Who would want to go to the ball with me?”

“Who wouldn’t wanna go to the ball with you?”

Remus gave him a small smile. “I mean, my face is all scarred, I’m too skinny, I can barely hold a conversation…” he trailed off.

Sirius shook his head. “Moony, how could you even say any of that? You always have something interesting to say. And I think you’re scars are cool.” He said, trailing a finger along a small scar that ran to the top of his lip. Remus’s breath hitched. They were caught in a trance until James sauntered into the room.

“Hey, Moony. Pads.” He placed himself in between the two boys, who were both blushing slightly. “Padfoot, have you asked anyone to the ball yet?”

“I was going to.” Sirius muttered irritably.

James looked confused then turned to Remus. “What about you, Moony.” Remus was staring at his hands and shook his head. Something finally clicked in James’s brain. “Oh, okay. I’m gonna go. I forgot I told Lily I’d meet up with her.” He got up and left, winking at Sirius.

The boys looked at each other again, not daring to move any closer. “S- so who were you planning on asking to the ball?” Remus asked. Sirius hesitated for a moment, all his confidence from before was gone. Dammit, Prongs. “Is she in Gryffindor?”

“He actually. And yeah he’s a Gryffindor.”

“Okay, is he in our year?” Sirius nodded, playing with his hair so he didn’t have to look at Remus. “Is it Wormtail?”

Sirius chuckled. “No, it’s not Wormtail.” Remus grinned lightly, making Sirius’s heart leap. He stood up and summoned some courage. “Moony, do you want to go to the ball with me?” Sirius watched as Remus’s face broke out into the biggest smiles he’d ever seen on the boy. He jumped up and hugged Sirius tightly. “I’m taking that as a yes.”

Remus chuckled and stared into Sirius’s eyes when James came running out from behind the corner. “My best friends are going to the ball together!” He looked very emotional as he pulled them both into a hug.

“Prongsy, you’re suffocating me.” Remus choked out. Sirius looked around to make sure there was no one in the common room before transforming into his animagus form. “That’s not fair! I can’t do that!”

Padfoot barked happily as he ran around the room. James let go of Remus and Padfoot ran back to them. He stood on his hind legs and pushed his date to the ball back onto the couch then hopped up and began licking his face. “Pads!” He exclaimed as he tried to push the dog off off him. Sirius transformed back and kissed him once last time on the cheek.

It can be very difficult to love Pisces & Virgo.

Both of these energies tend to absorb love very easily, but the trouble is holding onto it. With this axis, love is all about meaning. They question the hidden truths behind your affection, or lack thereof; they wonder why you worded that the way you did, why you chose not to do this, why that upset you, and so on – more importantly, they wonder what it means for the relationship as a whole. How will all the little moments amalgamate? How will the present influence the future? Virgo becomes anxious, overthinking every little thing, worried and working herself up – Pisces simply becomes morose, melancholy, forlorn, not knowing where the worries are coming from but feeling insecure nonetheless. Virgo takes your love, feels it, wants to believe it… but then thinks, “what if it isn’t true? What if they are just as confused as I am?” And Pisces takes your love, feels it, wants to believe it… but it dissipates into nothingness, after the wave of romance recedes, they don’t have anything to hold onto. What is love without romance? They don’t know. Both Virgo and Pisces become terrified when the going gets tough in their relationships. They quickly spiral into despair at the smallest sign of discord. They assume that their predictions (Virgo) and their intuition (Pisces) were correct all along, and they shouldn’t have gotten so invested, and now they have to brace for heartbreak. Silly love. Both can convince themselves they don’t need to think or care about love, that they should just focus on self-improvement or independent spiritual/emotional fulfillment, that they shouldn’t get so caught up in the “to be or not to be.”

However, once they are convinced that your love is true, once they understand its force and trauma is part of the lesson and it does not invalidate or decrease its majesty and heart-melting sweetness, then they can be so nourished by love. They can be the most understanding, the most serene, the most stable through all your hardships. Virgo will take it one step at a time, using her analytical skills which used to worry her to now stabilize the both of you, practically solving your problems as they come, offering her wisdom as the anchor that helps you both weather the storm. Pisces acquiesces to the ebb and flow, encouraging you to trust the process, soothing your fears and her own with a sparkle in her eye, her adoration never faltering, and it gives you faith. Love can uplift them to the very core. Intimacy is so important to them. They want to be a part of your world, truly; it’s just that when a relationship’s “eternity” is threatened, they can begin to inadvertently put its “here and now” in danger. Love your Pisces, love your Virgo, even when they are afraid. Half the reason they worry is because they have a feeling you will not remain with them through their troubles. So when they are troubled about your shared future or your stability or your honesty, whatever it is, assure them and reassure them as often as you have to. That is how they will learn to accept, let go, and love without fear.

It’s Been a While Part 2 (Richie Tozier x reader)

PART 1: https://my-heart-burns-there-too.tumblr.com/post/166444818957/its-been-a-while-richie-tozier-x-reader-part

Pairing: Richie Tozier x reader

Request: sort of, you guys seem to really like it and I’ve been planning on continuing it :)

Warnings: INTENSE CLIFFHANGER IM SO SORRY GUYS I LOVE YOU(don’t beat my ass it’ll be worth it I promise)

A/N: This is so much fun to write, I might make 3-5 parts, if you have any ideas you know where to find me ❤️

“Hey Rich, might wanna close your mouth or you could catch flies. It’s been a while, I’ve missed you,” you said breathlessly, your cheeks growing hot as you softly smiled and went to sit next to him.

Richie tried to gain his compusure but it just couldn’t be real. He looked to you briefly, wanting to say a million things such as ‘I love you’ or ‘where the fuck have you been Y/N? I missed you so much,’ yet he couldn’t say anything. So he looked away and began talking to Eddie. Your heart shattered.

Yet you still sat next to him, trying to look happy as ever, telling Bill how impressed you were with his speaking skills and laughing whenever Beverly would make a joke. You looked over to Richie, only to see him already staring at you with a scared yet loving look in his eyes. He quickly averted his gaze as his face bloomed with color and he began asking about the plan for tomorrow.

“So, Mike, how do we beat this piece of shit? I personally think we should head to the fuckers house tomorrow with the weapons we’re going to pick up,” as Richie spoke his hand shifted under the table to grab your hand, his thumb running over your knuckles. Because if Richie couldn’t tell you how he felt, he’d at least try to show you he didn’t hate you. Your head snapped up, looking at him with disbelief.

Richie smiled at you warmly. “Well, meet you guys tomorrow?? I’ve got a fucking clown to hunt,” he chuckled, and everybody else at the table laughed too knowing that he was the same trashmouth he was since he was 13.

Everybody exited the restaurant, bidding their goodbyes and hugging each other farewell until tomorrow. Richie pulled you aside after everyone left and pulled you as close to him as he could. “Y/N…,” he kissed your forehead, “I’ve missed you so much, you’re so beautiful… I thought you’d never come back.”

You put your face in his neck and kissed it, “I always knew I would come back Richie. I always knew. I love you so much,” tears started to stream down your cheeks. His thumb softly wiped them away, leaning down to kiss you. His lips and yours, it was better than any firework show, it was better than any explosion or supernova. He was meant for you.

“How about I walk you home, Y/N,” he said softly as he pulled away, interlocking your fingers. You nodded, you’ve never been happier.

Richie dropped you off at your hotel room, kissing you goodbye and goodnight. Now you lay in bed, and despite the circumstances, you felt absolutely wonderful. He was the man you loved, and fucking hell were you going to keep that promise.

You heard droplets coming from your sink, you probably didn’t turn it off all the way after brushing your teeth. You walked to the bathroom to turn it off, yet something was wrong.

You were hearing the whispers.

“We’ve found you Y/N, we’ve found you,” they whispered, the accumulation of voices making a deafening volume.

You began to scream, not this quickly. The clown wouldn’t, you’d only just gotten back to Derry.

A gloved hand fell over your mouth. “When you float down here with me, and the others, nobody will be able to hear you scream.”

Klaine one-shot - “The Singles Test” (Rated PG13)

Blaine has wanted to ask Kurt out since the day Kurt was hired at Vogue. He even set a goal date - by the end of summer. Now that day is here, and he’s not ready. Not only is he insecure, he doesn’t even know if Kurt is single. But he can’t avoid it because Tina knows, and Tina’s going to make sure Blaine asks Kurt out … even if it kills him. (2777 words)

Notes: Inspired by the video https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q8LS7Pxr3-g. Part of my new series I’m calling Buzzfeed Klaine - Klaine one-shots inspired by Buzzfeed videos. I’ve been working on it for months, and this is the first installment. This one-shot assumes that Blaine and Tina are friends from high school who don’t meet Kurt until they are hired on at Vogue in New York.

Read on AO3.

“Alright, Blainey! Today’s the day!”

“What day?” Blaine looks up from his phone as his best friend grabs him by the shoulders and steers him down the hallway. “What are you talking about?”

“Today is the day you ask Kurt Hummel out on a date.”

Blaine looks at Tina’s determined face, remaining remarkably calm as panic sets in between his eyes. “Wh-what? W-why would I do that?”

“Because the amazing Mr. Kurt Hummel is, like, the only thing you’ve talked about for the past three weeks. Since the second Isabelle hired the guy.”

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soiguessthisismyusername  asked:

Hey, I don't know if you really do this, or would for this in particular, but have you thought about making Starved a ship-fic? (It would probably be poly +Thomas, right?) I just can't get over how Virgil would react to kissing, sex, etc. Regardless, I love Starved and all of your writing, you're one of my favourite fan-fic authors of all time, and, overall, I just think you're incredible. Thank you for blessing us with your wonderful work.

i’m going to throw this onto my blog and get some opinions here. 

What do folks think of the possibility of a romantic sequel to Starved? I haven’t written anything explicit on this blog, or really anything too blatantly shippy (minus a few drabbles) but I’m thinking of branching out. I mostly just don’t want folks who prefer platonic stuff to feel uncomfortable here, I guess? 


(P.S. Thank you so much!!! I can’t believe I was so rude to not reply to the very lovely compliment of this ask too, I really appreciate it!!!!!!)

anonymous asked:

Hi! I love your meta! I'm wondering if you have any meta writer recs? Thanks!!!

Hey! Thank you!

I know I did one of these recently but meta writers can always use more love since they tend to be the punching bags for nasty haters in this fandom… especially when the show is basically giving us destiel on a platter and all we are doing right now is gesturing vaguely at the entire episode and saying LOOK.

Meta writers I adore:




















and I know I am probably missing some amazing people so please feel free to tag people if you think I have missed anyone, besides I am always looking for new meta blogs to follow myself!

anonymous asked:

I love like all the ppl around me but i don't know why I hate myself so much... My friends and my family tell me that they love me, but I'm always wondering what can they love about me, why they love me? I don't see anything that someone can love about me...

That’s very sad! Every person has lovable traits, that goes for you as well, little seedling. You could try to find one good thing about yourself each morning, even if it’s very tiny and seems very insignificant, like maybe you always do your homework or you’re a good listener or know lots of stuff about a certain topic. Then in the evening try to remember one thing you did well that day. Someone you were nice to or something that worked out well for you. Try to keep that up and normalize positive thoughts. It’s always easy to think of oneself as negative, because we see ourselves different than others and we’re often way too hard on ourselves. So try to loosen that up a bit. There’s always something lovely to find about you!


Happy Birthday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

I love you more than anything, and a few people thought the same.

Thanks to all who sent me videos: @gentlect @asklittlelilyluna @i-am-a-were-remus @geethanksinternet @askdeanthomass @allthefawkesigive @asklilyluna @siriusly-sly @curly-haired-wizard

I hope you had the most wonderful birthday ever, @askjamessirius

- Love your sis, Kam

P.S. Can also be found here

Reading fic you love, that you’ve loved for so long, and only squeed over with yourself inside your own head, well, reading it with friends and watching them react with new eyes is such a singular, wonderful, delightful feeling. It’s almost like reading it all over again. Is there a German or Italian or French word for that? I feel like there should be. 

Socks That Look Like Shoes

Words: 757
Steve Rogers x Reader
Request: “Hi there! I was wondering if you could write one imagine where reader is steve’s wife but he has been distant to her because he feels bad because he can’t give her kids <3 at the end she discovers she is pregnant! so fluff <3 thank you so much I LOVE YOUR WRITINGGG.” -Anon

“What are you looking at?” Steve asked when he found you standing in the center of the baby aisle. (Of all places!)

“Nothing.” You lied quickly. “Did you get the popcorn.” You changed the subject to the reason you’d gone to the store in the first place.

“No Darling.” Steve walked down the aisle and stood next to you. He looked at all of the shelves within your eye level. “What are we looking at?”

“Little shoes.” You gushed. “I don’t know, there’s just something about these little baby shoes that melts my heart. Look they’ve got shoes for every occasion! Shiny dress shoes, little sneakers and look these ones have little flags on them! You love the flag.” Steve rolled his eye playfully.  

“Babies can’t even walk.” He pointed out. “What in the world do they need shoes for?”

“I know. But they’re just so cute!” You exclaimed. “And look for naysayers like you, they have socks that look like shoes!” You reached out and plucked up a package of these socks. It was a three pack. On of them was printed to look like high top sneakers. The second looked like a set of ballet flats and the third was flip flips. “C’mon, say they are adorable!” You demanded, waving the package at him.  

“You’re adorable.” Steve chuckled. He took one of your hands in his and kissed you on the cheek. “Leave the socks Darling, we have popcorn and candy to buy.”

“Alright.” You agreed begrudgingly before hanging the package of socks back on their home peg.

A few weeks passed and neither Your nor Steve brought up your conversation about baby shoes. In fact, you barely saw each other let alone had time to talk. This was normal for you two, at least a couple weeks. That’s what life was like as Captain America’s wife, but soon weeks turned into months and you began to miss your quality time with your love.  

“You’re home!” You called to him cheerily one afternoon when he came home from a particularly long training session with the team. “Why don’t you come watch TV with me? I can put a movie on.”

“Not tonight, Doll.” He frowned. “I’m gonna shower and go to bed.”

“But that’s all you do these days.” You walked over to him and wrapped your arms around his waist. “I miss you.”  

“I miss you too.” His sigh seemed almost distracted.  

“Then come sit with me.” You insisted. “Watch a movie with me. Take a break, Captain. I’ve got a surprise for you.” You placed a small gift in his hands that you’d been waiting all day to give him.

“[Y/N], I can’t.” He shook his head and moved to hand the wrapped present back to you.  

“Steve you’re barely home long enough to eat and sleep lately. Talk to me. Tell me what’s going on.” You placed a hand under ether of his elbows and gave them a gentle squeeze.  

“I’m sorry, [Y/n]. I’m sorry I can’t be what you need me to be.”  

“What are you talking about Steve? You’re everything I need and more.” You tilted your head up and kissed his cheek.

“No, I’m sorry, [Y/N]. I can’t give you the one thing you really want. [Y/N], I can’t have children. It’s a complication from the Super Solider Serum.” He explained to you. “I always thought you might want kids someday, and then that day at the store…”

“Steve, open your present.” You told him quietly.

“[Y/N] I don’t want a present.” He insisted. “I want to talk about this.”  

“Steve open it.” You forced his hands to cradle the small package. He didn’t argue with you anymore. Instead he started tugging halfheartedly at the wrapping. Underneath there was a plain white box. Steve sighed again before lifting off the cardboard top. Inside the box was a pair of baby socks printed to look like a miniature set of sneakers.  

“Is this real?” He looked up and asked you, barely above a whisper.

“As real as you or I.” You promised.  

“We’re having a baby?” His face was now lit up with joy.  

“Yes Steve, we’re having a baby.” You said. Steve wrapped his arms around you and held you tight. You laid your head on one of his shoulders and closed your eyes. Yes, life as Captain America’s wife was many things, but boring was not one of them. You were made for each other like two pieces of a puzzle and nothing was going to separate you.

zovatto  asked:

hey so I just stumbled across your blog and it's really cute! I was just wondering if you could recommend some the 100 blogs for me to follow?

hey! thank you, I’m glad you like it! 

I’m not sure how long you’ve been around the fandom, so some of these you may already know/follow, but here’s my best summary of great blogs to follow for The 100 content (heavy on Bellamy/Bob & Bellarke, since that’s what I’m into), as well as some great people (some may be multifandom)- 

okay first of all some of the information, network, daily, and positivity blogs- @the100-news @infobellarke @dailymorley @wonkru @t100positivity @bobmorleyprotectionsquad @the100positivitynetwork @dailybellamyblake @bellarkedaily @bellarkefanfiction @bellarkewrites @bellamyblakepositivity @raven-gifs @fyeahbellarke @thehundredbellarke

some people who make great & fairly frequent The 100 edits- @zoemonroe @jasperjoordan @wildlittlebirdd @cupcakeblake @gendryblake @ravensrcyes @flydestiel @chancellor-blake @stardust-blake @kingroan @queenvdaenerys @katesfuller @bellamybb @becllamyblake @clarkesbellmy @belamyblaks @ravvsreyes @bellamy-clarke @bellamyspookyblake @bellameblake @griffndors @bensolcs @bellsqueen @stardustbell @royalblakes @bellarkss

I know that’s nowhere near everyone & I’m sorry if I missed you.

some great fandom fanfic authors, meta writers, & generally fun people- @mellamymake @goldenheadfreckledheart @wellsjahasghost @jamesandlilyaredead @head-and-heart @tracylorde @forgivenessishardforus @niylah @wellamyblake @prosciuttoe @sherlockvowsontheriverstyx @adamantinesky @fiercelyclarke

ALSO, whenever I’m tagged in a blog rec post I reblog it to my blog with the tag blog recs, so if you want to check out that tag and see some recs from other people in the fandom, that’s here

I hope that helps! I would encourage you to check out the navigation pages on these blogs (most have them) to make sure they don’t ship/blog about anything that you personally have problems with, as some of these are multifandom. 


anonymous asked:

Just wanted to say that your art is soo wonderful and I love it, it's like a blessing to my eyes 😍

Thank you all!

I… have no idea what to say really, I’ll keep trying my best to be good and draw good ♡

and I hope all of you find a lot of happiness… aaand I can only say this stuff in the mushiest way possible too haha sorry 

Series: Undertale
Rating: M
Genre: Romance/Friendship

Summary: You’re a modestly successful fiction writer living in rural Alaska; just you, your dog, and your horse in a small cabin on a large piece of property in the shadow of a mighty mountain range. You’re used the the quiet, enjoy it even, but when you start having recurring dreams of a strange skeleton visiting you in the night you wonder if the solitude might be starting to get to you…at least until you realize you’re not dreaming at all because Sans is, in fact, a real, live monster. Friendship, romance, and shenanigans ensue.

AN: Second to last chapter! This one is mostly Reader and Papyrus, but I think you’ll enjoy it all the same ;D Remember to drop a review if you do, and let me know your favorite part! Seriously never gets old, I love hearing what people liked most!

Winter in your Bones
Chapter Twelve: Blessings, Hope, and Moose

Sans comes over twice in the next week, and a great deal of time is spent on your sofa wrapped around one another while a movie plays unnoticed in the background. You find more of your new boyfriend’s ‘weak spots’, and in turn he discovers a few of your own just to level the playing field. Together you’re toeing a line that you’re dangerously close to toppling right over, both aching to take things to the next level, but not quite daring.

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anonymous asked:

Can you please hit me up with your favorite stories on ao3 (and all pairings are awesome so burden me with awesomeness lol)

Most of them are gtop because gtop fic in ao3 is awesome. These are released in 2017.




  • An Unfortunate Truth (todae/gtop/gdyb, I don’t have a heart to read this, because Daesung is “hurting” here, as crazy as it sounds he’s my heart owner so the idea of him getting hurt in the end even in a fic is a no-no for me OTL)

anonymous asked:

Hey have you seen the new clip of episode 2? Just wondering what your thoughts were

Well it’s looking a lot more likely now that Lena is James’ new love interest, now that Lena said she has things arranged at L-Corp (Sam, presumably) that allow her to come to Catco.

But it’s not super laid-on (if we hadn’t been spoiled about James getting a love interest, would we have known?), and there was still plenty of space in the scene for Kara and Lena interaction.

Which is great for Supercorp shippers, but also means that the writers aren’t thus far suppressing the importance of the other relationships in the show in favor of the romantic storyline, which we all recall being a huge issue in season 2.

Plus…the power of the ot3 is strong with these ones…

And Kara and Lena are apparently going to have some hiccups with their new dynamic, which I’m not really excited about. 

But I mean, in season one I dreaded the storyline about Alex keeping the fact that she killed Astra a secret from Kara, but I ended up really liking it in the end.

So the execution has the capacity to vastly improve upon the concept, and they haven’t let me down yet as far as Kara and Lena are concerned.

And Kara gave Lena a planner and included her in a Danvers family tradition???????????????????????????????????????????

And Kara and Lena will see each other??? Every day????? 

tagged by forever wonderful @biancangelo, thank you so much Gaby ♥

Rules: write your 10 favorite female characters from 10 different fandoms and then tag 10 people.

  1. Piper McLean - Heroes of Olympus
  2. Astrid Hofferson - How to Train your Dragon
  3. Sam Manson - Danny Phantom
  4. Kagome Higurashi - Inuyasha
  5. Starfire - Teen Titans
  6. Gwen Stacy - Spidergwen
  7. Elektra - Daredevil
  8. Phoebe Buffay - FRIENDS
  9. Sun Bak - Sense8
  10. Gina Linetti - Brooklyn Nine Nine

so I’m not going to tag anyone because I’m too lazy, but feel free to do this if you want!  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

My response to all the “me too” posts floating around on Facebook and Tumblr is…

mostly rage.

And once the initial feelings of anger and sadness have run their course,

it’s love.

So, to all of you reblogging “me too,”

I commend your bravery, and I love you. I know everyone’s experiences are different, and I keep seeing people say things like, “Well, I was just groped… it wasn’t that serious.” And I’m over here like, “What?!?!” Sexual assault is sexual assault, and NO form of it is acceptable.

Continue to speak up. Silence will only perpetuate this kind of behavior.


anonymous asked:

Hi! I hope you're doing well! I really love your blog it's really helpful but I was wondering if you could help me. I have a lot of ideas for some fics but I'm unsure of where to start or how to start out a certain story. If you could help that'd be great! Thank you so much

A starting point is different for every story and all depends on your plot and setting. Here are Three Ways to Start a Story and then Three More Ways to Start a Story, but those are only useful if you have a general idea of what could be a logical start.

Here’s some ways to find a good start point (I’m lifting these tips off an old ask, but they’re still relevant about beginnings!):

Your beginning needs to have a reason to be the beginning. Based on your plot, what is the logical start of your story? Does your protagonist gain something? Lose something? What’s the first domino to tip?

You need to establish things like point of view, setting, introduce the protagonist and their goal, etc. Beginnings of stories shouldn’t be a random moments that the writer feels like could work, they are an introduction that has to convey information in an interesting way. Beginnings are a “teaser” in themselves, since that’s how readers judge if they want to stick with your work or not. (This is the rationale behind avoiding the “wake up, go to school” story start. It’s just not interesting and doesn’t tell the reader what’s going to be unique about your story.)

Your beginning needs to be related to the overall mood of the story. Sure, it can be enticing to start something with an awesome action scene or a dramatic death, but the tone/mood needs to fit the rest of the work. Otherwise, you’re potentially misleading your readers.

Your plot does not have to start in the very first scene, but the beginning should be related to the plot. This is where you differentiate between protagonist goals and plot (though they should be related). The opening scene should introduce your protagonist and give an idea of what they want out of life/their goals, but the actually journey to realize that goal doesn’t necessarily have to start at that moment. (This is especially true for non-realistic stories that need a slightly slower start to world-build.)

Pick a moment unique to your protagonist. This doesn’t mean wracking your brain for something that your protagonist would literally be the only person to experience, but rather choose a point that lets them show what’s special about them and their story. Why are they your protagonist? They have to have something that puts them at the center of the plot.

It also might help to learn about Inciting Events and Their Purpose in Storytelling to give you some wiggle room for not starting the plot right away. Some stories just need a little more time to build at the start, but you still need to prove to your readers that you’re planning to go somewhere cool and the inciting event can be a way to do that.

Good luck with your beginning! 

anonymous asked:

Hey Amalthea! I love your blog and all the stories you write <3 I was wondering could you write a lil story for me about how Masamune would react if he had a child with MC who also got Heterochromia ^_^

Hello, Precious! Thank you so much for taking the time to read my stories! I’m so happy that you found something to enjoy in them!

Masamune was already randomized to have a daughter in this post

“I can catch it!”

Those were the last words out of Masamune’s mouth as he moved to leap into the air after his toddler’s rattle, which was steadily arcing towards the koi pond. 

The rattle had flown out of the child’s hands as she chattered happily, showing it off to Yoshihime, who had been bouncing her on her hip. 

When the little girl tried to instinctively throw herself out of her grandmother’s arms in an effort to catch it herself, Yoshihime held her fast to keep her from falling, but the movement caused her to stumble forward, bumping her into Masamune.

It was in this way that Masamune found he had no traction under his sandals, his foot slipping over the slick brocade of his mother’s kimono fabric, sending him skidding toward the water.

With his arms thrown out in a desperate search for balance, Masamune had a quick glimpse of where the rattle had hit the water’s surface with a plunk! before he fell in after it. 

As he righted himself, Masamune fished through the water for the toy, the rippling waves of the pond licking at his clothes. 

He paused in passing the rattle to Kojirō, who knelt at the pond’s edge, with his hand held out to him. Just over his brother’s shoulder stood his mother and daughter, in a fit of laughter.

His mother shifted his little girl to sit on her back, so that she could wipe a tear from her eye, and seeing her do this, his child mimicked the action.

In that moment, they looked so alike that it made his heart squeeze, just knowing how far they had come as a family. Thinking back on it, the loneliness and isolation that he used to feel, was an ache so deep that he had no name for it– yet now, it all felt as if it was so long ago that it may as well have happened to another person.

He was always a brother,

“Thank you,” Masamune clasped Kojirō’s hand, pulling himself to his knees in the water,

And he was finally a son,

“Ah– mother, are you sure?” he placed his hand in hers– for comfort, rather than support –not wanting her to strain herself, but she leaned backwards, pulling hard all the same.

And now he was blessedly a father,

“Up!” giggled his daughter from her place on his mother’s back, one hand clinging to her grandmother’s shoulder, the other thrusting the rattle into the air as if the action alone was enough to pull him out of the pond like a puppet on a string.

As the water rolled off of his clothes, fat droplets puddling at his feet, Masamune looked over his family, his sheepish smile slowly solidifying into a proud grin.

There was his brother to his right, who looked so much like their father that it was uncanny, and Masamune dipped his head a little to allow him to dab some of the water from his hair with a handkerchief.

To his left was Yoshihime, doing her best to wring the excess water from his sleeves. She looked up at him every now and then, her soft brown eyes doing the talking– ‘are you okay?’ ‘you had me worried’ –as she concentrated on twisting the fabric bundled in her hands. 

On her back rested his daughter, her rattle clinking rhythmically with each shake of her hand. Once or twice, she would wave it in his direction, a hopeful light in her eyes– the left one brown, the right one green –as she happily awaited his praise for her melody.

In the middle stood Masamune, still taking it all in with a feeling of wonder, his smile never faltering, and he stood a little straighter as he pushed his wet hair back from his face.

Even though his wet clothes were uncomfortable, this moment felt somehow intrinsically perfect, and all at once he was overcome with a sense of comfort so deep in his bones that it settled there, half feeling, half thought:

‘Family. Home. Just right.’