i spent an hour trying to color this one single scene

A few months ago, I said on this blog that in my head PJO is an anime with a badass opening credits. I meant it quite literally, like I can actually picture this OP in my head, with all the shonen tropes like Percy walking around pretty backgrounds, cool fighting scenes with lots of camera movements and huge statues of the Gods standing ominously in the background, Nico standing in the rain till Reyna and Hazel and Jason come for him and a ray of sunshine breaks throught the clouds and light hits his hopeful face, GIMME ALL THE TROPES hahaha. Doing the whole opening would be impossible for a single person but I really wanted to try one big “shonen” group shot, so here you are !!! This actually took me AGES, I’m not kidding, the folder for this on my computer is named “batshit crazy ” for a reason, it may not look like it if you don’t know animation but a really huge amount of work went into this. I think it’s actually the biggest thing I ever did for a fandom. I can’t say how many hours I spent on it since I didn’t count, but let’s say I started this in September and spent a lot of week ends and most of my Christmas holidays on it, and I just finished it this week. I had a lot of fun though !!! And I learned a lot too, this was my first time trying to animate japanimation style, with not many in-betweens and ultra dynamic poses. So yeah, I hope you guys will like it !

I want to thank fimyuan and bisexualjason for keeping me motivated with their lovely comments through the project, even when I was complaining about my own decisions to animate friggin’ skeletons, hahaha. Another big thank you to my friend Wekake who went through the animation frame by frame and spotted all the little compositing mistakes that remained ;p

A few words on the process : I animated and colored everything in TV Paint, drew the background in Photoshop, and composited everything in After Effects. The song is an extract of the Yowapeda opening “Reclimb” by Rookiez is Punk’d because I wanted something very distinctively shonen but no lyrics, and I like that song ^^ I animated directly without any model sheet references which is definitely not how you should do it, hahaha, hence the design inconsistencies, but honestly even my madness had its limit and I didn’t want to spend more than a year on this thing ;p

happier | min yoongi

Originally posted by yoonggi

Pairing: Yoongi + Reader

Genre: Angst 

Word Count: 1.9k

Summary: He hurt you and you left, but it didn’t help but make you both think if you actually were any happier than you once were before. 

Inspired by Happier - Ed Sheeran 

Yoongi’s POV

Walking down 29th and Park
I saw you in another’s arms
Only a month we’ve been apart
You look happier

As Yoongi walked down the street in the bright city of Seoul, he witnessed the several cars whizzing pass, while many people were talking and laughing loudly around him. But as he stared ahead, all he could see was you in someone else’s arms.

Looking happier.

It was only a month since the two of you broke up, his schedule blowing up with concerts, fan meets, radio shows, and other appointments, making absolutely no time for the two of you for months.

At first it started with occasional petty comments. Then came the small arguments and finally one day it all went spiraling downwards, either of you able to stop it from happening. You two had the biggest fight, throwing words at each other that you never thought would’ve been said, hurtful words that neither of you could forgot.

But till this day, Yoongi didn’t care. The moment you walked out his door, grabbing all your things in your hand, your face tear stained, he forgave you.

But it was too late.

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anonymous asked:

"So you have a photo of me with a prostitute. So what". For whatever pairing you want

I DID NOT FORGET THIS. I got stuck real bad and it took a while to get back to writing; sorry to keep you waiting. So, here; Schnee family drama with Monochrome mention.


Weiss watched the way her father paced in front of the fireplace, never once allowing her posture to falter. The study’s walls once felt stifling and oppressive, the eyes in the paintings all looking down upon her, the busts judging her as well- mental tricks she’d outgrown, but ones he still wished to play, hoping that setting the field in his favor would improve the outcome. She’d only seen him this incensed once before, and that was back when he still worried about being caught raising a hand to his children; she doubted this fiasco would turn out any better. A stab of phantom pain attempted to close her left eye but she muscled through it, tilting her chin up when his furious gaze fell on her, the folder in his hand held up between them.

They’d done this song and dance far too many times. Ever since he assumed the office of Governor after her grandfather’s term ended, the man had done everything in his power to portray the family exactly as he wanted them to appear to the press. Every movement was measured, every faltering step remarked upon endlessly, and she’d grown up fully expecting that she had no other choice but to walk the path he’d mapped out for her, to one day assume the office herself and continue the Schnees’ impressive hold over the state. That meant she could be nothing short of perfect, entirely scandal free, and beyond reproach on every front. The whole routine exhausted her but she kept up appearances well enough, though his irrational barking occurred more frequently now. He had to know she was faking it by this point and he was purposely pushing her, seeing if she’d break and allow him to remold her into the image he desired for her.

But she was never quite as brittle as he thought.

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Inner Universe

Characters: Namjoon x Reader

Word Count: 6,977

Genre: Fluff/Slight Angst


“Pardon me.”

Turning your head towards the source of the voice, you steadily shifted your body away from the man, intending to let him pass if you were blocking his path. You tried not to take offense, since the speaker probably didn’t know the situation at hand, but before you could scoot away even more, your friend’s arm linked in yours held you firmly in place, preventing you from moving. Confused, it crossed your mind that perhaps the man’s request wasn’t directed towards you two, but you didn’t have the chance to ask her what was going on.

“I couldn’t help but overhear that you’re heading to room 302?” the deep voice resonated again, and it was like you could feel the quality of his tone slice through the rest of the sounds in the bustling university hallway. “I actually have the same class right now, and I was wondering if maybe you’d like to walk together?”

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Why your art isn’t getting attention from professional clients. | Insight from a client’s perspective.

So a lot of you guys don’t know this, because I don’t like to show my hand, but I am actually an author and the leader of an independent business [we’re JUST getting started so nothing too flashy]; but we’ve got 2 major projects in the works and we’re going to work closely with a lot of artists/designers in the very near future.

As someone who’s been on the “other side” of it, actually seeking professional artists for quite some time, I thought I’d share some insight as to why you’re maybe not getting the responses you want when you submit your portfolio for jobs. 

1: You’re too young.

| When I tell my graphic designer to find an artist, one of the requirements I have is that you must be 18 years or older. I don’t do this to be “ageist”, but there are a lot of things we’d have to take into consideration if we were to work with a minor. Here are just some of my personal reasons why I don’t work with minors.

| +Do you have your parent’s permission? Yes its just drawing, but it’d be frustrating to have to constantly go through your parents every time we wanted to work with you. You are not able to sign any sort of legal documentation [such as a contract to grant us rights to the work] and therefore they’d have to sign for you. 

| +Time vs Workload. In the United States you are legally required to attend school until you are 16/17 years old. You being in class for 8 hours a day, then having homework plus whatever other obligations leaves you a very small window to work for us, vs someone who does artwork full time or controls their own schedule. 

| +Ethics. When adults interact with minors there is a certain set of boundaries and power dynamics that need to be observed. I require anyone who does ongoing work for us to provide a secondary means of communication other than email; this is to make sure we can reach them if there’re any problems. It’d be inappropriate for a high school student [you] to exchange contact information with us, 25-30 year olds. While I know my team and none of them would ever behave inappropriately, this is to protect both us and you. 

So I don’t work with minors period.

2: You require payment up front, but don’t want to sign a contract. 

| When I purchase something online, whether it be from a store’s website or Amazon, I don’t have any problems paying up front. This is because I know it is an accredited retailer with a lot of people and systems in place that ensure I receive what I pay for within a certain window, as required by law. There is also quality control which ensures that I get exactly what I was promised. 

There is no entity that holds you legally accountable aside from me. Even with a contract, the legal process is a strain on time, energy, and resources that could be better spent elsewhere. I’d have to get a lawyer. They’d have to review the contract. They’d have to determine if we have a case. We’d have to wait months for a reply and a court date, then we’d have to show up, and then pay said lawyer: meanwhile for all the time and money spent I could’ve just hired somebody else.

It’s time, its money, its an entire ordeal that isn’t even worth it for whatever work we’re getting 80% of the time anyways. “I promise!” is not sufficient for me to give you a portion of our very limited budget.

If you require your clients to pay anything before you start drawing: expect to sign a contract. 

3: You have no variety/You look just like everyone else.

| I have personally looked through over 140 portfolios submitted to me and I can tell you all but maybe 8 of them: Looked. Exactly. The. Same. Both to each other and to all the other work in your portfolio.

For example: I said I was looking for an anime-style artist for my dark fantasy novel. Every single artist except 8 who showed me their work only had cutesy doe-eyed anime girls posing with pastel colors. They had the same faces, the same body types, the same poses, etc. Which is fine if that what you like to draw. But if you submit to my ad and I’m wondering “okay, but can they do a fight scene? Can they do a different style [chibi? shounen? shojo? etc] What about clothes? Weapons? Different facial expressions? Poses? Different genders? 

[Seriously, why do so many of you only draw young girls/women? 

If I have any male characters (like the protagonist!) then you just disqualified yourself right off the bat! 

Please think about this when you’re putting your portfolio together!] 

Different ages? Different skin tones? Different body types? Hair Textures?” 

- Then I’m going to pick someone else.

No matter what kind of artist you are, variety is so important. Because even if someone says “I need somebody to draw a lamp!” and all you literally draw is lamps- somebody else just submitted a portfolio that looks like an Ikea catalog. Why should I pick your lamps? Especially if all your lamps look the same. If all you draw is one thing and you have no range, it looks amateurish compared to someone who can do what you can plus more.

Telling me “I can draw guys!” when your portfolio doesn’t have one guy in it, vs someone who has male and female characters at the very least- right away I’m looking at them over you. 

| +You never know what someone is looking for. Don’t show them only what you think they’d want to see. It’s always best to show them a little bit of everything you can do. Your portfolio speaks for you. No matter what you tell me, the evidence is right in front of my face. Make sure your portfolio is always an accurate reflection of your skill and range. 

4. You come across as unprofessional.

| This one is a little bit harder to define, but please make sure you present yourself as a professional. Even if you’ve never done this before, approach it like a job interview because it essentially is. 

| +Always use proper spelling/grammar to the best of your ability. At least at first, then once you become more familiar feel free to relax a little. But you want to show people you’re taking this opportunity seriously. Someone who puts effort into their communication vs “lol ok xD” simply looks better. Your personal page/website can have whatever, but the important question you should ask is “how do I want to present myself?” If you come across like you don’t care about whatever you’re doing for me, I’m going to assume you don’t.

| +Keep your page/website active. If your page looks dead then you may get passed over for someone who appears more “present”. It can be as simple as having a blog update every once in a while or uploading a quick sketch of something, or even having a link to a twitter. Something where clients can see “Oh hey, this person is still around.” Even when there’s nothing going on, always try to have recent updates. 

| +Avoid harsh negatives. This is the big secret right here folks! Having your own set of guidelines and boundaries is important for anyone. However, if the first thing someone sees when they go to your page is a giant list of things you “ABSOLUTELY WILL NOT DO!” it makes you appear inflexible. 

A technique I suggest is one I call the “vague refusal”, at least when it comes to professional quarries. Instead of, for example, “NO PORN” a better phrase is “Unfortunately, I’m unable to accept work with sexually explicit themes at this time; however feel free to contact me with any other ideas you have!” This communicates 3 very important things.

|++1: That you understand and sympathize with the client’s needs [Even if you don’t really].

|++2: That you are not necessarily unWILLing, but unABLE [wording is important!]. Even if you’re unable because you’re unwilling- never say you wont, only that you cant. If they ask why then feel free to say whatever, but if a client is professional then they will not challenge your refusal.

|++3: That although you cannot do those things, there are lots of other things you CAN do, and you invite clients to approach you.

[This is a technique often used when it comes to rejection emails.]

“Hi Sarah! Thank you for your interest in a position at ___. Unfortunately we are UNABLE to offer you a position AT THIS TIME, however we will keep your application on file and encourage you to seek employment with us in the future.”

5. You can’t meet their needs.

| Sometimes you just aren’t what they need right now. Maybe your style isn’t what they’re looking for, maybe your price is outside of their budget, or maybe they need more done than your schedule allows for. Chances are it has nothing to do with you personally and it doesn’t mean you’re a bad artist. It just means that they’re looking for a very specific person right now and you simply aren’t that person. Keep drawing! Keep your portfolio up to date! Practice with expanding your range! 

In Closing

I wanted to write this to give a little bit of insight to what goes on in mind of a client who’s looking through your work. Whenever an ad is posted we get hundreds of submissions so it really becomes a game of choosing people who have that perfect storm of prices, quality, and professionalism. Hopefully you guys find this helpful! I had a lot of fun writing it. 

Deranged: Part 3

Originally posted by taehyungifs

“Sometimes human places, create inhuman monsters.” - Stephen King

Warning: Contains violence and tense situations in some chapters

Teaser  Part 1  Part 2  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6

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Across the Veil - Part 2

Originally posted by sittingonyourcounter

Summary: After refusing Crowley’s offer, you find yourself stuck in a room with your memories, making you want to take his deal. With 24 hours to decide, you try to focus on helping Sam solve the case (unbeknownst to him). That is, until Sam heads to sleep and Dean sneaks out - ready to do something dangerous.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,273

This is a series! Find Part 1 here.

A/N: Thanks so much for reading!


“No way. No way, Crowley, no matter what it is you’re here to sell - I’m not buying.” You stood across the room from him, your eyes focused and certain, your hands in fists at your sides.

“Well I haven’t even told you what I’m proposing yet,” the king of demons muttered, his hands calmly rested in his pockets. “S’a bit rude not to let me offer first.”

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To all of our lovely Witches, Wizards, and Non-Magic folk,

   Hello! How are you? I sincerely hope this message finds you well. It’s been quite a while since you last heard from any of us, so I suppose that is where I will start.

   First of all, on behalf of all the cast and crew of The Gathering Storm: A Marauders Fan Film I would like to apologize for how long it has taken to bring this film to life and to make this dream a reality. We realize that you have been waiting a long time for this film, and we are truly sorry about that. I think that should be first and foremost. Believe me when I tell you, we all want the film to be finished just as badly as you do. And we absolutely hear you every single time one of you asks us “When is the film coming out?” Whether we like it or not, it is always a fair question. So again, we sincerely apologize for the wait and thank you from the bottom of our hearts for supporting us, for sticking with us, and for maintaining your enthusiasm for this project. We are working very hard to make it the film that you deserve.

   That brings me to a brief (ish) explanation of what the past year or so of post-production has looked like and why it has taken this long. The first thing to admit is that this project was an enormous undertaking. When this film was dreamed up and our team was assembled, the majority of us were still students, with a few exceptions who were recent graduates. As you may or may not know, it is very rare for student-run projects to reach feature-film-length. It is equally rare for fan films to do this. The simple fact is that without a professional team already assembled and behind you (as well as a professional budget), it is incredibly difficult to bring together enough resources and people – and to carve out enough time – to shoot and produce anything longer than 25-40 minutes long. Even projects of that length are incredibly challenging undertakings. Admittedly, we probably unknowingly bit off a bit more than we could chew at the time. However, that is not in any way to say that the quality of The Gathering Storm suffered as a result. It just slowed the process a bit, because we were all basically learning on the fly. As you know, it took us almost the entirety of that first year (May 2014 – March 2015) to finish shooting all the footage we felt we needed in order to put together a high-quality film and a fully-realized story. Yes, our inexperience hindered us in a few places along the way, as it does with any student or fan project.  While we may not be a Hollywood Blockbuster level production, I have no doubt that you will love getting to see the Marauders story we have all wanted for so long.

   Since the completion of shooting, post production has been a sometimes fast, sometimes slow process. Approximately the first six months after we wrapped shooting (March 2015 – August 2015) were completely lost, as a result of some unexpected turnover in the editing department. To put it somewhat more bluntly, our original editors were unable to continue with the project. In addition to that, the editor that we initially brought on to replace them also, after a few weeks, determined that they would be unable to follow through with this project. So searching for a qualified editor willing to commit to the entirety of the project was step number one, and that took much longer than we had hoped. After that, our post-production team evolved significantly. Members of our team, myself included, who were not originally going to be part of post-production, were brought on in order to shoulder more of the workload and in order to get things moving in a productive direction.

    The first few months were spent in intensive meetings between Aaron (our director), Danielle (our producer), Jenni (our new editor), and myself, where we recalibrated and reconfigured many of the creative aspects of the film. In short, we felt like some of the moments of our story were not as “earned” as they should be, so we spent a significant amount of time on fixing that (and we believe we were successful, by the way). Those meetings illustrate a larger point about the tediousness of this process though: We have kept you guys waiting for so long now, that at this point we absolutely refuse to give you anything less than the very best possible version of this film. Yes, we could have accelerated the editing process   We could have not bothered to adjust story elements, and we could be taking much simpler and more-direct routes through finishing the final aspects of post-production… but we as a team cannot and will not in good conscience do that. You guys deserve the very best, both for your support of us during the campaign, and for your continued support and patience now. In every single conceivable sense of the phrase, we would not have been able to make this movie without you. And we will never probably be able to fully express our gratitude. The least we can do is make sure that every aspect of this film is done in the best possible way it can be.

    That is why post-production has taken so long, along with a number of extenuating circumstances. We have had other crew members have to leave the project due to personal conflicts (as mentioned before, plus others), our lead editor and our VFX artist both have to work over 60 hours a week at their real jobs, some of us lost friends and family members over the past year, and a member of our post team lost their home in the Louisiana Floods this past August. It’s been a year, you guys. As 2016 has been for many people, it has been. a. freaking. year. And to be clear, these aren’t meant as excuses. We are not asking you guys to stop begging for this film or to “get off of our backs.” We want you on our backs. Stay there. You’ve earned it. These are simply being offered to you as explanations for part of why we have so dearly needed your incredible patience and support.

    We have been going back and forth amongst ourselves for a few weeks now, trying to decide whether to send out a new update. For a while we were thinking we wanted to hold off, not release any more updates until we were ready to release a new trailer. But we have decided, that with things moving as slowly as they have, we didn’t want to continue to maintain radio silence. We realize that updates have been few and far between for both supporters of our Kickstarter and of our Indiegogo, and we’ve pledged to be more vigilant about that. If you are one of our backers, please check the Indiegogo or Kickstarter Pages. We’ve posted an update for you regarding backer rewards, as well.

    So that’s where we’re at. We’re still here, we’re still hard at work, we still love each and every one of you for your support, and we have not forgotten about you or this project. We’re into the home stretch now. What remains is finishing the original score, visual effects, sound mixing, color correction, and a few other finishing touches. As I mentioned before, because all of us have now entered “professional” life, we all have a lot less time on our hands to get these things done. So I cannot honestly say how long those remaining tasks will take. But what I can promise is that we will do the best job that we can, and we will not be cutting any corners. You all have waited this long for The Gathering Storm. We will not be delivering the 75%-of-what-it-could-have-been version. When it is finally done, it will be the 100% version of this film. And I promise, as soon as we know when we’ll have it done, you will too.

    We get just a little bit closer every single day.

    This project has been a huge part of our lives for the past couple years and it has been amazing to share the journey with all of you. We’ll all be able to say “Mischief Managed” together soon, I promise. ^_~

    So, finally, from all of us on the TGS post-team, and from everyone who worked on the film during production as well: Thank you again, from the bottom of our hearts, for your continued patience and support for The Gathering Storm. You’ll be hearing from us again soon.

Warmest regards,

Benjamin Wessels
Co-writer, Actor, and Associate Producer 

some Concepts for you on this morning: 

  • all the one direction boys have private instagram accounts to share pictures with their families and close friends without worrying about the tabloids picking it up or management getting angry  
    • niall’s isn’t too different from his public one, lots of golf, guitar, beer, and famous friends, only sometimes he posts nature pictures from his trip around the world captioned by quotes from kerouac or 100 years of solitude. harry, ironically enough, comments HIPSTER on every single one. 
    • harry’s is almost all pictures of his favorite people – lots of louis, liam, and niall, his mum and gemma and robin, nick, ed, tomo campbell, nathan followill, the corden family, etc etc. they aren’t particularly aesthetic or groundbreaking, but they remind him of his favorite memories and that’s all that matters 
    • liam’s has so many shirtless selfies that louis unfollowed him months ago 
    • louis’ is a strange mix of videos of himself trying trick football shots, unflattering pictures of his sisters and brother and harry, screenshots of instagram memes he knows harry will do his honk laugh at, and so many selfies of himself with the butterfly snapchat filter that even his mum texts him to say baby… ENOUGH
  • once, harry bought an art piece and didn’t realize it was an oil-painted dick joke until after he got home, hung it up over the bed, and found louis collapsed with laughter in front of it a few hours later 
  • niall can play the violin, and although it’s not his favorite, he does play john denver songs for harry when he asks
  • louis, harry, and niall have each helped design one of liam’s tattoos 
  • speaking of, niall actually does have a tattoo, but he hasn’t told anyone about it because he got it on his ass while drunk and doesn’t actually know what it’s supposed to be 
    • he calls in harry, the resident Nonsense Tattoo Expert, to see if he can figure it out, and best he can tell it’s a lopsided question mark surrounded by misspelled lyrics from the Black Eyed Peas’ Where Is The Love?
    • “don’t worry, nialler,” harry beams, patting niall’s shoulder. “i’m sure the next person to see your bum won’t be weirded out by it or anything. though,” he adds in a whisper, “just in case, maybe you should stay on the bottom the whole time.” 
  • louis and niall have a years-long bet going that they refuse to tell the others the details of. all anyone knows is that the winner gets to choose what color the loser permanently dyes his hair: niall wants louis to go green and orange, and louis plans on making niall do a rainbow. 
    • harry and liam have dedicated themselves to figuring out how to make them both lose so they both have to dye their hair. so far, they’ve been unsuccessful. 
  • louis’ laundry once accidentally got mixed with his sisters’ and he spent an entire day wearing one of lottie’s crop tops because he just thought one of his shirts had shrunk. when lottie pointed it out, he refused to give it back. 
    • “think i’ll keep it, actually,” he says, looking down at his bare stomach. “like the breeze. also, are bellybutton rings out? think i’d like one of those, too.” 
    • the next time he goes in for a tattoo, he asks liam sparkes to pierce his bellybutton while he’s there. liam thinks louis is joking. louis is not joking. 
      • when harry sees, he spends the next few days hiding all of louis’ shirts and cancelling their plans so that he can spend the whole time following louis around their house, staring at the sparkly anchor on his belly. 
  • louis and harry are the reigning champs of ping pong while on tour. they tell everyone it’s because the dream team is so connected and in sync they can’t possibly lose. the truth is, they bought their own ping pong table and practice when they’re at home so no one can beat them.
  • harry is teaching liam photography when they have time. he’s not too bad, though harry hasn’t quite figured out how to get him to stop taking pictures of his dogs long enough to try any other subjects.
  • the four of them went to a Coyote Ugly saloon in Vegas once just because they were curious (and harry had made them watch the movie a few nights before, claiming the Can’t Fight the Moonlight scene would honestly change their lives)(it honestly did). when they woke up, niall was wearing daisy dukes and a pair of boots he didn’t recognize, louis’ torso was covered in phone numbers and lipstick prints, liam was nowhere to be found, and one of the management team had to tell them to lay low until they could make sure all the videos of harry stripping on the bar were removed from online. 
    • they found liam later, wearing a straw hat and his flannel shirt tied up under his chest, passed out in the rental they’d taken to the saloon with a puppy they also don’t recognize 
  • one weekend, they recreate the Shout Out To My Ex video and send it to perrie, complete with louis in a leigh-inspired netted dress, liam in a silver negligee, niall in thigh-high black boots with four inch soles, and harry finally gets a chance to try out that leather bodysuit he bought ages ago

wordsofmysoul1878  asked:

Hi! I really love your account and I was wondering if you have any tips for writing? For nanowrimo I've been writing a book and I would like to know if you have any tips when stuck in the middle of a scene? Thank you ❤❤

Ah, yes! Thank you!

Since I haven’t started writing yet, I’m still planning and have a long while to go, I’m going to try and give you my best that i have figured out so far.

If it’s writer’s block-

Many have a delicate way of dealing with it, but I think it’s the type of writer’s block that matters.

If you can’t find something out during research, or you’ve been stuck on something for hours, take a break.

If it’s just a small scene you are reluctant to write, kick writer’s block out on it’s ass. (Excuse me.)

Just push through and write, even if it’s terrible. You can edit later-that’s the good part.

If it’s a plot problem-

Before your write any more, figure out every little detail about that scene before you write it, and throw in the necessary amounts of foreshadowing.

Don’t write a scene if it isn’t important later, if it doesn’t have some kind of purpose. If it’s a scene you can’t cut, but doesn’t have a very large purpose, give it a purpose. Add a subplot, make that scene tie into the story in many ways unimaginable.

If it’s simply a “how to write this” or description problem-

I find what helps me with this is reading a book, just a small scene as similar to yours as you can get. Descriptions can be tricky sometimes, so for example, if you are looking for the perfect way to describe a color, google, “different types of red.” It helps. Or, maybe try a whole new style you haven’t tried before, like switching POV’s, or maybe, if you are writing third person, try first, or vice versa.

If you are having problems bringing the scene to life-

Focus on the details, and the aura of what your descriptions are giving off.

For example:

She ran away from the wolf, as the wind blew through the moon-lit forest surrounding her.

Then, to make it a little ( a lot) better ,

As the winds howled like whistle on lips through the moon-lit trees, chilling her to the bone, she let the desolate sound carry her legs farther and farther away from the wolf she so desperately sprinted from, and closer the stars that rested upon the hill that will signal her escape-if the rolling mounds would only come into sight, she could hope. If only.

Maybe try:

I felt the prickled branches tear into my arms and face as I sprinted, but I wouldn’t stop, couldn’t stop. Everything was a blur, a whistle through the moon-lit trees, the darkness coming from behind. I didn’t let myself think about any of it, or that would be what truly took my life-not the monster, the winds, the stars above, the loss of location-what would end me would be my own mind.

So I ran, and blocked everything, both physical and emotional, out, and kept it far, far away, letting the rustles through the air carry the distractions away towards the canopy above, and me towards the starry sky and glittering hills that would be my salvation in the utter darkness of the forest.

Those are not-in-the-moment scenes, mostly just descriptions of what happened within the chase through the forest, if you wanted to describe every little detail, it would be more like this:

My breathing was a mere rasp, and the jagged gashes in my arms from the thorns bled endlessly, but, despite the barking pains in my twisted ankles, I kept up the blurring pace. I swatted a prickled branch away from my face, earning a searing cut on the palm of my hand. The wind stirred the leaves up above within the canopy, which hid the moon and stars above.

There’s a million different ways to bring a story to life, and give a synopsis on a story even in a little paragraph. Hey, the more the merrier-the more words, the better! Go crazy-readers love it. Don’t get too carried away, though-lose yourself in the words, but stay conscious of how they will sound, and what more information the reader will perceive from even a single paragraph.

If you don’t know what to write next-

Well, what do you think would make the story a little more spiced up? Any more crucial scenes you want to add? Maybe a scene that stands for nothing more but important foreshadowing? Maybe a scene to show character development, or a single chapter that illustrates the characters daily, weekly, monthly schedule? (Most of the time, go by weeks-if you condense a month into one chapter, important details can be missed.)

Here’s an example:

The months went by in a dull frenzy, and nothing really changed throughout the days; she simply went to breakfast, trained for hours, spent a couple in the gardens picking roses, and then back to her chambers.

Laylia could tell the seasons were beginning to change-the leaves slowly transformed from bright green to deep hues of red and orange, and occasional streaks of yellow, and from dwelling on the trees to resting on the neatly-manicured palace grounds. She also didn’t fail to notice the shift in everyone’s mood, from normally energetic, to a laid-back aura filling their presence.

It’s mostly a don’t-forget-the details kind of thing, I suppose.

If it’s because you have a dislike for the scene-

Well, of course there will be scenes you absolutely hate with a passion-such as characters death. However, it should be alluring to describe it-when you are the one writing, most have an idea for their characters future, so you hold the power.

To write an important, emotional scene such as death, you have to take the power away from yourself for a moment. Be the reader-what emotions did the writing spark, what information and current situations did you derive from it?

Normally, I suppose you would take your own power away during the editing process, when the novel goes from messy letters to elegant sentences, but if you are having trouble writing a scene or can’t make yourself move on, try editing it right then and there. Maybe make some changes, or if it’s simply a dislike for how you wrote it, rewrite it.

As a fanfiction writer, I have more challenges than a normal writer-we already have the world and characters established, because the authors did that for us. However, that often makes us forget to continue establishing everything and everyone-that’s what fanfictions are about, write? (You see what I did there?)

So keep that in mind-you are establishing everything, think of it as laying out the base of story, so buildings may be constructed on it.

Now is the time to include every little detail; keep in mind your characters personalities, maybe if they are quiet they are a lot more descriptive, or if they are more openly-expressed, they don’t have as detailed descriptions.

Take the character description types from Veronica Roth-I learnt that from her.

I hope this helped! If you’ve got any more questions for me, anyone out there, I’d be happy to answer them to the best I can at this time in my writing career;)

06. distortion

Genre: Fluff/Slight Angst

Content: Park Jimin. The rocky unraveling of a high school mishap.

Request: High School AU (barely) w/ Jimin [for my smol bean @chimmyneutron]

Word Count: 2,279


Blue. Green. Orange. Blurred.

Jimin blinked once, twice, but his vision still lagged in fragmentary pieces. The laughs and shouts sounded like murmurs against his own breath as the pungency of sex and alcohol filled his nostrils.

Your laugh. He could’ve sworn he heard it. Jimin frantically looked around the turbulent atmosphere, but his sight wasn’t something he could depend on at the moment.

Hands. Warm and soft. He felt the lingering digits trail up and down his rib cage. They were familiar and foreign at the same time.

Y/N?” His words were slurred and indecipherable. Your expression, sultry and dark, flashed in Jimin’s mind causing a uneven sigh to escape from his lungs.

Lips. Plush and smooth. Jimin eagerly moaned into the kiss. He had waited so long, so goddamn fucking long for this moment, for you. The taste of sour beer never tasted so good against his lips as he deepened the kiss.

“Jiminie?” Your innocent voice called from far away and Jimin knitted his eyebrows together in confusion. He could’ve sworn it was just a drunken hallucination, but at the same time he wanted to be sure.

His hands lingered on the prickly bangs pressed against his forehead. You didn’t have bangs. His fingers slowly traveled down the gaunt cheeks, the sharp jawline, then the prominent jugular. This…this wasn’t you at all.

“Hyung, don’t…don’t stop.” 

That voice. 

Jeon Jungkook.

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I’m in California dreaming about who we used to be - Harry Styles One-Shot

Or the one where Harry is still selfish and missed Y/N a little too late

Also, part two of this one shot but can be ready on its own

It was award season and that meant going to LA and spending the next two weeks being dragged from one event to another. Harry was anything but excited, in fact, excited wasn’t even a word that crossed his mind when he thought about this particular season of the year.

He should’ve been used to it, after five years as a member of One Direction, Harry should’ve felt more comfortable in red carpet than he actually did. It’s not like anyone knew he was uncomfortable, because they didn’t. Harry just gave off an air that said ‘I belong here’.

There was a time when Harry loved being in LA. The spotlight was always a little brighter when he was there, the weather was always nice and everyone seemed to treat him better than they normally would. However, Harry no longer felt the need to go to LA every break he had. He no longer felt like he belonged there, as he had believed a few years ago. Now, LA was just a sad memory of good times, unnecessary fights and you.

Despise his feelings towards the City Of Angels, Harry couldn’t escape from it. It was work and he had people that he loved too much to let down counting on him. Therefore, Harry put his feelings apart, jumped on a plane and flew, only praying for the next two week of his life to go as smoothly as he hoped they would.

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live-a-chicken-little  asked:

Can you please do a part two to something borrowed something new where they reunite or something because that was so enjoyable to read 😃😃😃

yeyyeye, buckle-up motherfucker, I accidentally wrote 2.4k for this (soz) (also, thank you very much, that’s so sweet!!!).

(part 1)

It had been exactly one month since you’d seen Liz in the supermarket, and you had yet to contact Luke. Though she had eagerly given you her son’s number, rambling on and on about how happy she was that you were going to talk to him, you couldn’t convince yourself to dial his number. Instead, you’d spent your late nights staring at your phone, playing out each and every way calling your ex could possibly pan out. On one hand, it could be the best decision you could ever make. One simple call could bring you back to the person you didn’t go a day without thinking about, draw him into your arms and welcome him back into your life. On the other hand, it could be the most disastrous thing you could ever do. You (had convinced yourself that you) were okay (all right, not exactly “okay,” but you were able to function) with being single, living your life on your own without any interruptions of having to worry about someone else’s well being; dedicating your time to someone who might not love you as much as you love them. And though, admittedly, you craved the comfort of Luke’s calming presence, you were far from okay thinking about the possibility of Liz’s interpretation of Luke’s behavior being completely wrong and having your ex laugh in your face at your desperation to be with him.

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Drabble #2

Summary: You spend Christmas with BTS, and Yoongi likes you, and tries to win you over. 

Note: Again, this one turned out to be much longer than I intended. The request was originally about Yoongi, Hobi and Jungkook all trying to win you over, in a sort of love triangle-thing. But That would just have been way too long. This is already too long for a drabble, and a love triangle-story is better for an actual fanfic with several chapters. I hope the anon who requested understands. Other than that, enjoy! xx

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Malec Alphabet Drabble - V

V - Varnish

“Alexander Lightwood, you are a man of many talents. I had no idea you would be so good at this,” Magnus said with admiration.

The shadowhunter in question looked a bit flustered at the compliment but managed to stay (relatively) focused on what he was doing, continuously making small strokes with the nail polish brush. “Steady hands,” he replied, unconsciously biting at his lip as he carefully navigated the tiny brush down the length of Magnus’ thumbnail. 

Magnus smiled at the sight, holding his hand perfectly still in Alec’s, not wanting to ruin the other man’s work. Alec wore an expression of deep concentration, his fingers gentle against his boyfriend’s hand, the brush held almost delicately. The deep red color they’d picked was coming out flawlessly, not a single speck of the polish ending up on Magnus’ skin. Always the perfectionist, the warlock thought fondly.

He was glad to see that Alec was somewhat more settled than earlier. He’d been a six foot two ball of stress and frustration earlier in the day; apparently his mother was busy making herself a nuisance again, and Alec spent almost three hours gritting his teeth against her particularly revolting brand of bigotry. He’d done remarkably well at it too (according to Izzy, who had been kind enough to text Magnus throughout – he’d said it once, and he’d say it again, Isabelle Lightwood was a gift to their planet), but once at home he hadn’t been able to let the stress go.

Now, there were many methods Magnus knew of that would very successfully ease Alec’s tension. His usual preferred method tried and tested many times. And he had been utterly tempted to give into that particular method again (something about Alec when he was all coiled with barely suppressed power always made Magnus hungry with want) but he had also wanted to try something new. He knew very well that things that required discipline calmed his favorite shadowhunter, like his archery; he valued things with a certain rhyme and reason.

He also knew that Alec had never tried this particular type of discipline. And Magnus was curious to see him try something so out of the purview of typical shadowhunter skills.

So here they were, with Alec Lightwood steadily painting his nails, concentration furrowing the younger man’s brow and a small, pleased smile tugging at his lips.

The whole thing was, frankly, adorable.

He was soon finished with Magnus’ right hand, giving it gentle squeeze before moving onto the warlock’s left. They continued like that for a while, in a comfortable silence as Magnus watched all former tension melt from Alec’s shoulders.

That is, of course, until his gaggle of friends decided to barge into the loft with all the subtlety of an elephant. Only Alec’s shadowhunter instincts and Magnus’ literal hundreds of years of experience stopped either of them from jumping in surprise (that would have been humiliating, Magnus had a reputation to keep in front of the nephilim after all). Still, the warlock allowed himself an annoyed glare. 

He didn’t think they noticed however, as Isabelle, Clary and Jace all froze upon entering. All three of their gazes were focused on the scene in front of them, each wearing expressions with varying degrees of shock.

It said a lot about his relationship with this particular lot of shadowhunters that Magnus didn’t even bother to ask why they all decided to come here in the first place. Later Izzy told him it was to check on Alec after the morning’s debacle… which he supposed was rather thoughtful of them, overgrown children that most of them (namely Jace) were.

As it was now, however–

“Aw, you two are too cute,” Isabelle said, her face split into a Chesire cat grin, eyes sparkling with amusement as she cocked an eyebrow at them. 

Next to her, Jace was barely holding back snickers. Both the girls glared at him, while Alec studiously remained aloof (though his cheeks were looking somewhat flushed, not that Magnus minded that). “I’m sorry…” the blonde started, decidedly unapologetic, “it’s just… you and, and that–”

Clary elbowed him in the stomach, shutting him up momentarily. “I think it’s sweet. Maybe you should help me with mine later, Jace,” she added, giving her boyfriend a narrow-eyed look.

“What? I can’t–”

“He just can’t stand the fact that I’m better at something than he is,” Alec spoke over his friend, using that delightfully dry tone of his. He didn’t grace any of the shadowhunters with his gaze however, remaining firmly focused on Magnus’ fingers. The warlock found himself watching the proceedings with barely concealed glee (he loved this side of Alec, all sass and spice).

Jace made an affronted sound. “Hey! How do you know you’re better at it? I haven’t even tried.”

At that, Alec deigned to lift his head, sending his parabatai a pointed look. “Guess you’ll have to take up Clary’s offer then.” 

“Maybe I will,” the blonde replied, crossing his arms.

Clary, not one to let this opportunity just pass by, grinned and grabbed his arm. “Great! Let’s do this. Hey, Magnus, can we borrow some of your nail polish?” 

“Sure, why not? You all seem to think my home is yours anyways.” The warlock waved his free hand. “All of my supplies are in the bedroom.”

“Thanks!” Clary replied excitedly.

He watched, amused, as she dragged Jace off, Isabelle following close behind. This was sure to be a thoroughly entertaining adventure. And for once without any blood… well, hopefully. You can never count blood out when shadowhunters are involved.

“Oh he’s going to be a disaster,” Magnus said gleefully when they disappeared around the corner.

Alec smirked and finished his last nail with an unexpected (and rather glorious) flourish. (Another aspect of him that Magnus loved: his surprising flare for the dramatic.) “I know.”

The warlock couldn’t stop a chuckle from passing through his lips. “Alexander, you are far more devious than people give you credit for.”

“Thank you, Magnus.”

“No problem, darling. How long do you think it will take before our little biscuit realizes this isn’t going to end well for her?” 

“Probably–”

“By the Angel, Jace!” Clary screeched from the other room, followed by Izzy’s loud laughter. 

“–right about now,” Alec finished, looking wholly unsurprised. “Maybe I should go help out?” 

There was a deafening clang and then the sound of Jace cursing. “Yes I think that’s probably best,” Magnus said drily. Alec nodded and got up, looking like a man on a mission, face molded into an expression of perfect stoicism, which the warlock knew would only serve to drive Jace even crazier. Devious indeed. Still, his mask didn’t quite reach his eyes, which were shining mischievously.

Magnus watched appreciatively as Alec walked around the couch, leaning further back into the plush cushions. He used a quick spell to dry his nails, admiring them. For an amateur, his Alexander had certainly done a good job.

“Hey Magnus?”

“Hm?” He looked up, surprised to see Alec had turned back around and was now standing behind the back of the couch.

The shadowhunter smiled, stretching out and bracing a hand by Magnus’ head. He swiftly closed whatever distance was left between them and pressed their lips together, kissing him soundly. Magnus smiled into it, getting lost in the feeling of Alec’s teeth and tongue. It was over all too quickly, the younger man pulling back, but still keeping his forehead against Magnus’. 

“Not that I’m complaining, but was there any reason for that?” Magnus asked, running his fingers through the short hairs at the back of Alec’s neck.

He shrugged noncommittally, face just the slightest bit red. “No reason. Just wanted to.” 

Well, Magnus thought smartly, there really is no better reason than that.

Then, unable to resist, he indulged in another kiss. “I know the feeling,” he said when they pulled apart again. “Now, hop to it, Alexander; I’d rather not our bedroom be ruined by anyone other than us.”

His instructions were met with an eye roll and a huff, but Magnus saw Alec’s smile underneath it all the same.

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Special side note: this particular drabble was based of this request by a lovely anon! Hope you enjoy it!

A Stray’s New Home

Part 7

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 68, 9, 10, 11

Fandom: The Miraculous Ladybug

Pairing: Marichat, Adrinette

Words: 5,948

Summary: Adrien is kept from Marinette by a fashion show. He’s worried what kind of affect it will have on her thoughts and vows to go to her as soon as they land. While he is gone, trouble brews, and he isn’t there to help.

Notes: No excuses, I’ve been sleeping and trying to recover so this was pushed back. More will be coming I promise, I just may be taking longer with the chapters. Thank you to everyone that sent my prompt words to help with my creative process. And I warned you guys these chapters were going to be getting longer.


“Three days?!” Adrien nearly screamed as he stepped out of the limo.

When Nathalie had come to collect him that morning, waking him earlier than usual, he hadn’t given it a second thought. He’d gotten enough sleep to understand that he had to go to a photoshoot and had to leave early—it wasn’t that uncommon of a thing. When he’d found a suitcase already packed in the trunk for him as he’d thrown his bookbag down he’d wondered at luggage, but hadn’t found it odd enough to comment on.

Then they had passed the normal modeling studio and turned on the road for the airport. That’s when he’d become suspicious of this being more than a normal trip. Then Nathalie had told him the truth he had come to try and deny as they’d arrived at the airport.

“Why are we going to be gone for three days? Where are we going? What could possibly be that important?”

His mind was racing. How would he get all of his school work done when he got back? How would he get the school work in the first place? What was this about? Was his father coming? What about the funeral? It was tomorrow!

But his mind mainly went to Marinette. How was he supposed to talk to her? He needed to explain things and talk to her about what happened last night. He couldn’t even imagine what she’d think if he didn’t say a single word to her for three whole days.

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“Breaking news” (part 1) - Austin Carlile imagine

Yeah, I’ve updated twice in a week ! :D

I’ve changed it a tiny bit so that Y/N was in high school instead of college, I hope you won’t mind anon! Also Y/C  = your city, Y/F/C = your favorite color and Y/H/C = your hair color ;)

EDIT: you can read the part 2 here!

Warning: violence (shooting)


- Austins POV -

We have made the present, obsolete

What do you want? What do you need?

Well find a way when all hope is gone

Weve seen the fall of the elite

Bury your life, sink your disease

Well end the world when all hope is gone!

The sound of Slipknot blared through the speakers of my car, and Ilaughed as I saw my little sister Y/N singing and headbanging in the car while I waited for the traffic light to turn green. Finally the light turned green and I drove in the direction of my sister’s school. It always amazed me how we were so alike: not only did we look a lot like each other, but we also had the same taste in everything, including music. Slipknot was the soundtrack of every single minute spent in this car.

She was a senior in high school, and because of tours I wasn’t able to spend a lot of time with her. So as soon as I got home from our last tour I told her she was going to spend a whole week with me at my apartment, which meant I also drove her to school in the morning, picked her up in the afternoon, took her to dinner or to the cinema… But basically most of our free time was spent watching Disney movies while eating popcorn on the couch, just like we used to do when we were kids.

We finally reached the parking lot of Y/C High School. Y/N grabbed her bag from the backseat and opened her door.

“Have a good day little sister!” I smiled.

“Thanks, I will!” She replied happily.

She was always so joyful and positive, that’s one of the many things I loved about her. As a big brother, I always felt as if I needed to protect her from everything, but she always told me that I was worrying too much about her. I can’t help it I guess!

I drove off and headed toward the highway. It was already 8:50AM and my band and I had a photo-shoot on the other side of the city just 15 minutes later.

I finally made it just in time for the photo-shoot. I greeted the guys and shook hands with the photographer. A makeup artist prepared us, and finally the session started. For about 2 hours, the photographer took hundreds of pictures, some of them with all the band, some of them were portraits of each one of us… Thankfully the photographer was a nice man so it wasn’t too annoying to do, because trust me some photographers or journalists can be a pain in the ass!

Rock music came from a radio placed in the corner of the room, and nobody was really paying attention to it until the music stopped abruptly.

Breaking news! Shots have been fired at Y/C High School. The police and paramedics just arrived there. 8 students are injured.

My eyes went wide as I heard the announcer break the news. I ran to the chair where my jacket and car keys were, determined to get there as soon as possible.

“What are you doing man?” Aaron asked, surprised.

“My sister is there, I have to make sure she’s okay!” I replied in a hurry.

I didn’t wait for anybody to reply and ran to my car, jumping in the driver sit and driving off quickly. After spending what felt like hours in traffic, I finally reached the school lot. I parked my car on the side of the road and got out, not caring about locking my car or being fined. I ran toward the entrance of the main building, only to be stopped by policemen about twenty meters away from the door.

“You can’t go there sir! We’re still looking for the shooter and we need to evacuate the wounded!” He told me, keeping me behind a yellow barricade-tape.

I started walking back and forth to try and calm down, pulling at my hair and biting my lower lip in the process. I was terrified. Knowing that my little sister was in there and could have been wounded was too much for me.

After a while, paramedics ran out of the building. There were about 6 or 7 of them, and they were carrying 2 people on stretchers. They were joined immediately by some of the policemen that were waiting outside to protect them. I stopped dead in my frenetic track and ran toward the barricade, trying to see if I could see who these people were.

On the second stretcher lay a girl who was probably about my sister’s age. Her body was limp, with her arm falling down from the stretcher, and her chest was covered in blood. But what caught my eyes was the resemblance with Y/N: same Y/F/C shirt, same jeans, same Y/H/C hair… That was her! My sister was hurt!

“Please, please, that’s my sister on the stretcher! She’s wounded, I need to see her!” I screamed, trying to make my way toward the paramedics.

“Sir you need to calm down! I’m sorry but we can’t let you go.” One of them said, holding me back.

“Please let me see her! I need to see her!”

Tears were now falling down my cheeks as I saw the paramedics bringing my sister’s stretcher in an ambulance. One of the policemen gave a questioning look to who seemed to be his boss, asking him silently if he could let me go. The man shook his head no and joined his colleague in preventing me from running toward the ambulance.

“I’m sorry sir, we’re not allowed to let you go past this line. This is a crime scene and we’re still looking for the attacker. You’ll have to meet your sister at the hospital.” He answered calmly, but with a sympathetic expression on his face.

I took a deep breath and left the scene, going back to my car. Once I was sitting on the driver seat, I sighed and rubbed my face with my hands. I gave a look at my own reflection in the rear view mirror: my eyes were bloodshot and I looked pale and tired. My hands were shaking, which didn’t help finding my car key in my pockets and putting it in the ignition.

Finally I started my car and drove toward the hospital. Once again I spent countless minutes stuck in traffic, which didn’t help me calming down at all. After quite a long time I finally made it to the hospital. I found an empty spot in the parking lot, parked my car and ran to the main building. I was met by a young woman at the reception.

“Hello, how can I help you?”

“I’m here to see Y/N Carlile. She’s been injured during a shooting at Y/C High School.” I told her breathlessly.

“I’m sorry but nobody is allowed to see her. She’s been brought here only minutes ago and she’s undergoing surgery right now.” She stated sternly.

“I’m her brother, I need to know how she’s doing! At least somebody tell me what’s going on!” I yelled, exasperated. Everybody seemed not to want to let me see her today.

“I’m sorry, please calm down. Take a sit in the waiting room, a doctor will come and tell you about your sister’s condition.” She excused herself, gesturing toward the waiting room.

I walked slowly toward the room and took a seat silently. After a while, a man in his late fifties entered the room. He was wearing a white smock, glasses and had grey hair. He instantly walked toward me. I got up and he shook my hand.

“Mr. Carlile? I’m Dr. Johnson. I was in the E&R when your sister was brought in.” He introduced himself. “Please let’s go to my office.”

He led me to a small office at the end of a corridor. I took a seat and he sat in front of me, readjusting his glasses.

“She’s been hit by 2 bullets, one in her arm and the one in her thorax. The first one wasn’t too deep and has been removed easily but the second one caused more injuries.” He started.

I shuddered at the thought of what had happened to my sister.

“It punctured her left lung and caused a hemorrhage. She had to undergo surgery to stop the bleeding and remove the bullet. She’s still in the operative room right now. I’ll let you know when you’ll be able to see her.”

I thanked him and came back to the waiting room. Here’s to waiting and worrying for hours again.

I woke up several hours later, a hand gently shaking my shoulder.

“Mr. Carlile? Wake up!” The same doctor woke me up.

It took a few seconds for me to remember where I was and what had happened. Y/N was injured and fighting for her life.

“The surgery is finished, Y/N has been brought back to her room. She’s still unconscious but you’re allowed to see her now.” He smiled.

I followed him through several corridors until we entered the ICU. I was asked to wear a blue smock over my clothes, then a nurse took me to my sister’s room.

What I saw shocked me. My sister seemed so fragile in this big hospital bed. She had a breathing tube going down her throat, several IVs in her arms and was hooked to a heart monitor that was beeping monotonously. I rubbed my face with my hands, swallowing the lump in my throat and inhaling deeply. Shes going to be okay.

I brought the chair that was in a corner of the room closer to her bed and sat. I took her small hand in mine and broke into tears.

“Please Y/N, you have to make it. You have to wake up, I can’t live without you!” I sobbed. “Gosh I’m so sorry, you should have stayed at home today, we’d have watched movies all day and you’d be all right now. I was supposed to protect you, gosh I will never forgive myself for-”

A loud beeping noise cut me off, making me look up toward the heart monitor. Nurses and doctors rushing into the room instantly, one of them asking me to leave the room. That wasnt happening, no it couldnt be possible!