Been binge watching Danny phantom lately- I was thinking on how things would be if there was a slower progression with the ‘undergrowth’ and ‘ice powers’ thing. 

miiiight end up writing fanfiction if this keeps up omfg for realz. hahaha thanks doodlee-a your post was like the danny phantom fandom inside me rising up with a sledgehammer bc there is now nothing else I want to draw


Prompt: Kym gets in a car crash.

Disclaimer- I know you guys will probably want like a part 2? But I’m sorry this has taken me a few days just to get it posted, because school is starting up soon. I will not have any other time to write a part 2 to this fic. I always have a hard time with endings. I hope this can satisfy your needs of a finished fic. I’m sorry if I didn’t. There will NOT be a part 2. Sorry… But enjoy the very long fic ahead…

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anonymous asked:


ONLY A MONTH LATE TO THIS NUMBER PROMPT! I decided to go back and do the couple of these that were still hanging out in my inbox as timed challenges. I’m only spending a limited amount of time on them and not doing much editing. So, hopefully it’s not terrible.

Okay, since I’ve already done a story based on #20, I’m going to do 14: Getting drunk and cooking together

This ended up more drunk than cooking, but it’s what my brain came up with. Hope you enjoy!

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Rae struggled to put the key in the front door lock. She scratched the paint around the deadbolt three times. It was like trying to thread a needle with a length of rope. 

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A for effort

Based on this post here. Basically, Zexion and Donald have similar stats in 358 Days. HOWEVER, Donald’s magic stat is ONE point stronger than Zexion’s. 

“Just admit it! I’m the better wizard,” his insufferable rival squawked, proudly puffing up his feathers and patting the head of his mage’s staff. Littering the ground around them were the charred and battered remains of eleven training dummies. The duck had managed to score the last hit and thus had beaten him by one point. Again.

“For the moment,” Ienzo replied, a frustrated scowl marring his usual mask of indifference as he snapped the lexicon shut with more force than was necessary. He let the weapon vanish before crossing his arms over his chest and narrowing his eyes. “But I will surpass you, even if I have to spend the next three weeks studying every magic-related text in the library and practicing every known casting technique. So go ahead and gloat while you can.”

Three weeks later, Ienzo fought the overwhelming urge to bash his head against his desk. Repeatedly.

“So I heard the duck showed you up again,” Lea casually remarked, leaning on the bookshelf in the corner of the study. “That’s too bad. And you didn’t even get a consolation prize? You deserve a gold star for effort, in my opinion.”

Ienzo shot Lea a dour look before addressing the third occupant in the room. “Aeleus, would you kindly escort Lea out the door?” 

Said redhead gestured innocently. “Hey, I’m just trying to lighten the mood a little. So what if a talking duck is more skilled at magic than you? At least you’ve got him beat in the height department, right? Congratulations, you’re no longer the shortest one in the castle!”

“…On second thought, Aeleus, the third story window to your left should be just as effective.”

My Brothers who don't ship SNS
  • Me:I have something to confess.
  • Brothers:??
  • Me:I write fanfiction.
  • Brother 1:We know.
  • Me:...
  • Brother 2:Can you re-write the Naruto ending?
  • Brother 1:Yeah, that's a good idea!
  • Brother 2:Oh, you can kill 'em both. Like Sasuke dies and Naruto kills himself saying "I promised." Or something like that.
  • Brother 1:Then, I guess you can start it off with Sasuke asking Naruto "Would you still die with me?"
  • Me:omfg, I love you.
Darling, It Was Good - Chapter 9 - Scribbled - Pitch Perfect (Movies) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

I had to reset my wifi like five times but here FINALLY is the next chapter of coffee au 

The Paper Heart - Part 1 (100+ Followers Special)

Work Summary: For his twelfth Valentine’s Day, Bill would like to make a confession.

Pairings: Bill Cipher/Dipper Pines

Chapter Word Count: 2,748

Links: [Part 1]

Notes: Written for all the people who gave this dingy little blog a chance. Your support means the world to me! I had a lot of fun writing this, so I hope you have fun reading it.

Author Spotlight: Alianne

Welcome to the first Author Spotlight! We have alianne with us today and we’ll be featuring her work throughout the week! All posts will be tagged: Author Spotlight and the author’s name, and just a reminder that if you’re interested in signing up, you’re welcome to drop me a line!


Hi, I’m Alianne and I’ve been in fandom since early season 2. As a reader, at least, admiring everyone else’s work. I didn’t start writing and posting fanfic until the end of that season when the overwhelming amount of adorable that is Klaine became too much to handle without having an outlet. I’ve been writing for longer than that: original stuff since pretty much forever, and fanfiction also for a long time.  :)

Author Prompt of the week: Dalton-era Klaine as boyfriends, canon compliant or AU


For the first fic spotlight, I’d like to use For Better or For Worse.

Why did you choose this fic?

It’s one of the more popular things I have written, which, to be honest, is why it was the first one to come to mind. I assumed people might remember it. Also, it was just so much fun to write! I seriously enjoyed everything about it. As a result, I’m still very fond of it. We had a good time together, that fic and I. And also, I think it’s kind of a good example of my writing and the things I like to write about, because there’s a strong friendship aspect to it. A lot of it is about the boys learning to *like* each other (or maybe they do from the start? ;P) on top of falling in love with each other. I loved writing them hanging out and having fun.

What inspired you to write it?

I saw a prompt somewhere for a soulmate fic that was about Kurt not really being thrilled to find out his soulmate was badboy!Blaine. I liked the idea of people being paired up despite being pretty much polar opposites and then finding out they’re not so different, but I can’t figure out how to write soulmate fic because I’m such a fan of people choosing each other. (I read soulmate fic! I’m not knocking it! I just can’t write it.) So, the prompt just wouldn’t leave my head, it was too good not to try it. I kept looking for a way to make it work, until it hit me: I don’t believe in fate, but we all know how bureaucracy can screw you over, right? So they’re not being paired up by fate! It’s not destiny, it’s the freaking government! Once I had that, the rest just fell into place and I had my story idea.

What do you like about it?

I like the characters and the way they interact. It took me a while to figure it all out, but I really like the way it turned out. I also had so much fun with the world building, making up this alternate universe with its own rules and laws, and I’m proud of how it all came together. I still have a folder full of world-building details for this ‘verse. Making up this entire world kept me busy for quite a while, but I think it was worth it, and I liked doing it. But I think most of all I like the fact that Kurt and Blaine don’t try to change each other. I like their friendship. It was fun to write.

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Q and A with Alianne

How did you get into the Glee fandom?

…I don’t even remember. I didn’t go and actively seek it out. It was a gradual process. I’d been in other fandoms before, so I knew what could happen, but I just loved Glee so much and it was a great distraction after work every day to just read and watch everything I could find. And then season 2 started and I started looking at more Glee stuff, until one day I was so overcome with my love for Klaine that I caved and joined the kurt_blaine comm on LJ and from that point on there was no going back.

What drew you into writing in general?

I can’t remember ever not wanting to write. I can’t remember even making a decision to pursue it. It just sort of … happened. LOL.

What is it about Glee that made you want to write fanfic?

Klaine. Simple as that. It was that entire awesome and frustrating dance that was season 2, when we were all just *yelling at our screens* for them to finally *do something*. And then season 3 when they were awesome but so often in the background. It was just so much fun, thinking about filling in the gaps. Plus, I missed writing fanfic.

Were you part of a fandom before Glee? Did you write fanfic for it?

Yes! I had been on Star Trek Voyager message boards and dabbled a bit in the Andromeda and Farscape fandoms, Gilmore Girls too, later. And then I got sucked into the Stargate Atlantis fandom, and that’s the first one I wrote fanfic for. A lot of it isn’t online anymore because it was honestly embarrassing a lot of the time, but hey, it was the first time I was brave enough to share my writing. I learned a lot from it, though.

How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Care to share one of them?

I’m not entirely sure because I might be forgetting something, but I count ten. Not all of those are in actual planning stages, but some of them have draft versions or beginnings written out. One of them is the sequel the my fic Syncopation that I recently finished posting. It’s still in the early stages, so I can’t say much about it, but I’m having a lot of fun plotting it.

Share one of your strengths.

I think I write good dialogue. It always feels weird to admit to liking stuff about your own work, but I think my dialogue is pretty solid. It’s often something I’m actually proud of when I reread my work.

Share one of your weaknesses.

I get carried away with description, and when that happens my sentences stretch into infinity and I get repetitive and boring. I’m pretty sure I’ve made my betas cry on occasion. It’s something I know to watch out for, but it still happens regularly.

Which fic has been the hardest to write?

Probably Inside These Walls. I’m proud of it, but it was angsty and the planning took forever because I was so nervous about getting it all exactly right. It didn’t all turn out exactly right, of course. That’s not how it works. But I drove myself almost insane with that one. I like how it turned out, but the process was not always fun. I lay awake at night thinking about it. A lot.

Which fic has been the easiest to write?

Ohhh. Well… usually drabbles are the easiest to write. I say 'usually’ because I’ve written drabbles that I revised twice as often as some of my multi-chapters. But of the longer things I’ve written, I’m not exactly sure. I think I’ll go with The Boy Next Door, even though that was a while ago and I’ve forgotten a lot about the process. But I do remember that it just flowed once I started writing. It was a lot of fun and I put a lot of planning into it beforehand, but once I sat down to write, it just all came together so nicely.

Is writing your passion or just a fun hobby?

Passion. Definitely! I’ve wanted to be a writer for as long as I can remember. I can’t not write. I love it.

Is there an episode or character or arc above all others that inspires you just a little bit more?

I don’t make it a secret that Kurt is my favourite. There is a lot about his character that inspires me. But there are a lot of things about Blaine that inspire me too. They are both so amazing to me and I love them. I can’t help having all kinds of ideas for them when they are so completely awesome.

What’s the best writing advice you’ve ever come across?

All a first draft has to do is exist. Don’t think too much about it. Don’t go back to reread or fix/polish anything during the first draft. Just get it done. It doesn’t have to be perfect. And it won’t be. But that’s not your problem right then. Just write it anyway so you have something to work on later. All that daft has to do is to exist. Once it does that, you can go and rewrite and edit and change things around all you want. But just get it done first.

What’s the worst writing advice you’ve ever come across?

To write what you “know.” I dislike that advice merely for the way it is worded. It’s always seemed very limiting to me. There are so many things out there and by default every one of us only knows about a very small portion of them. I think a much better way to word it is to “write what fascinates you.” The rest is just research. Honestly. If you are interested in something and want to use it for a story, go and learn about it. Don’t think of “write what you know” as “write what you already know.” Don’t limit yourself like that. You can always learn more.

If you could choose one of your fics to be filmed, which would you choose?

Probably For Better orFor Worse, just for the simple fact that I made Blaine wear eyeliner in it. I mean. Yeah. I’d really like to see that!

What’s your process? Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order? Do you use any tools, like worksheets or outlines? What are the perfect writing conditions for you?

I usually write from start to finish. When I am completely stuck I might jump ahead and write a future scene first. Or when a future scene is important to understand a previous one I’ll also write it first sometimes. But usually I start at the beginning and just go from there.

As for tools and worksheets, I don’t use that for drabbles so much, but for anything that has a bit more plot I like to use index cards to map out a story scene by scene, sometimes I draw up a timeline, sometimes I use a plain old outline in bullet points.

I know a lot of people have writing playlists and stuff. I write in silence. I also like to write at the end of the day or at least knowing I don’t have any appointment later on, because I don’t like to interrupt the flow of writing when it’s going well, so I’m always mindful to start on something that needs my full focus when I know I only have a limited amount of time for it.

How many times do you usually revise your fic/chapter before posting?

At least three times. Less than that doesn’t happen. There’s no limit upwards. Usually if I’m on the tenth revision and still can’t make it work, I’ll put it in the drafts folder and move on. But that’s not something that happens often. I’d say usually I revise around five times before I post.

If you were to revise one of your older fics from start to finish, which would it be and why?

What Are The Odds. Not because I don’t like it, but because back then I hadn’t written anything that long in a while and I was out of practice. Also, I’ve learned a lot since then and my style has changed a bit. I’d be curious to see how that would affect the fic.

What do you look for in a beta?

Honesty and kindness. A beta is the person we rely on to tell us, “okay, no, you really can’t put this out there like that,” and we rely on them to tell us that in a way that won’t make us want to scrap the whole thing and give up. I need someone who won’t let me make a fool of myself but at the same time isn’t offended when I want to discuss some of their suggestions. I’ve been very lucky with my betas so far!

Do you take liberties with canon or are you very strict about your fic being canon compliant?

Interesting question. Anyone who has read my fic knows that most of the things I write are AU. However, I do consider myself very strict about being canon compliant. The thing is that as much as I like to put them in different universes, I always try to keep as much of their experiences and relationships and key events in their lives as possible. Our experiences shape us, and personally I like to write AUs where I keep specific canon key elements and strip away others to see how it changes the characters.

Talk about a review that made your day.

So many of them do! Getting a review, when it’s a good one, is such a wonderful thing! Every good review makes my day. My favourites are the ones that go into detail. I love it when people point out what they enjoyed. It makes me happy to know that my writing could make someone else happy. So I really like those.

Do you ever get rude reviews and how do you deal with them?

Yes, I do. Not often, but I do. I do my best to ignore them and not react at all, because what’s the point? I’m not interested in getting into a shouting match with anyone, and I certainly don’t need to defend myself, we’re all just here to have fun and I usually keep telling myself that reacting to it is just me spending time on something that’s not going to make me feel any better. I don’t want to give it more room than the time it took me to read it, you know? Be angry, move on. That usually works for me. But I’ve had some that I replied to. Sometimes I can’t stop myself. When it’s just mindless crap I usually don’t, but when they make actual arguments that I can counter … sometimes I can’t resist. But usually I just email a fandom friend and link them to the review and we can be angry together over email and that helps a lot.

What advice do you have to people just starting to write?

Stick with it! Read a lot! Don’t underestimate the power of the outline, even if it’s just in your head! Having a clear idea of where you’re going helps you get there. And I know that finding a beta when you’re just starting out can be difficult. It took me forever to find one when I first started this fandom thing. But keep asking! One person you trust can give you more helpful feedback than a group of people who expect a finished product instead of a draft. Also, revise! Revise, revise, revise! It seems tedious at first, but it works. Take your time; it’s gonna be worth it! Most importantly? Have fun! It’s not supposed to be a chore. Take those characters and write the stories you always wanted to see them in!

Don’t Leave Me

An Until Dawn Fanfiction ~~ AU: Matt goes back for Josh (Could maybe be read as either pre-established Matt/Josh or just bros. I think you all know which I take it as, though.)

Requested by: ya-boy-kayyno

Prompt: Matt is in the mines & finds Josh having a breakdown, so he helps him & it ends up with Sam finding Matt cuddling with Josh so he calms down (Fluff/Angst)

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anonymous asked:

olicity 3 оr 12 for that drabblе thing pretty please!!!!!

(Okay, I had a bunch of ideas, mostly angsty, for both these prompts, but my brain just wouldn’t cooperate with me so apologies, anon, for taking almost a week to get to this! I ended up opting for something a bit fluffier than my normal fare, though there is a touch of angst. 

The prompt, btw, is “please don’t leave”.

This is set during 3x23, the morning after Oliver defeated Ra’s. In my headcanon - not to mention my fic canon - Oliver went back to Felicity’s place soon after the “I want to be with you” scene happened. They might have had some fun sexytimes on Oliver’s Ducati and on Felicity’s kitchen counter. Donna possibly phoned Felicity the next morning wanting to know details. And Oliver may or may not have made Felicity pancakes for breakfast. ;) )

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“Please don’t leave.”

Felicity was aware she was talking through a mouthful of pancake, but she didn’t care. She reached out and tugged at Oliver’s arm, preventing him from getting up off her couch.

Oliver just smiled. “I have to go back to the loft. Pack some stuff.”

For a moment, Felicity didn’t say anything, taking the time to swallow before she spoke. Her hand was suddenly on his cheek and she edged a little closer to him on the couch. Even now, it was comforting to feel the slight roughness of his stubble beneath her fingertips.

“I just don’t want to let you out of my sight,” she admitted. 

He caught her hand, then, pressing his lips against her palm. “I’ll come back,” he said softly.

“Promise?” Felicity didn’t realise she was whispering, or that that one word came out as a quiet plea. But then, after a few second, she felt his hand in her hair, sliding down to cup the back of her neck. Automatically, she closed her eyes, just before Oliver kissed her forehead.

“I promise.” His lips mouthed the words into her skin, soothing, calm, and she felt a wave of comfort wash over her.

All too soon, though, he pulled away, getting to his feet. “I should go, though. I need to check on Thea.”

Immediately, Felicity sensed a slight change in his demeanour when he mentioned his sister’s name. She got up too, placing her empty plate on the coffee table.

“Hey,” she murmured, her hand on his arm, “you okay?”

Oliver nodded quickly, attempting a smile but not quite succeeding. “I’m fine. I just need to see if she’s all right.”

With that, he turned away from her, gathering the plates and empty coffee mugs from the table and taking them to the sink. Felicity watched him, not sure whether to be worried at the look on his face or amused by his sudden domesticity.

“What, you mean the fact that she was kind of brought back from being mostly dead and now wants to follow in her big brother’s vigilante footsteps?”

To her relief, Oliver let out a chuckle, releasing some of the tension in his shoulders. She made her way over to where he was standing, at the sink. The tap was running, but Felicity turned it off and fixed him with a stern look. “Leave it,” she said firmly, and he opened his mouth to argue, but she silenced him with a kiss, before saying against his lips, “My apartment, my rules.”

His lips upturned into a smile against hers when she said that, before she reluctantly pulled away. “I’m just worried about what could happen to her,” Oliver said. “Out in the field… it’s a dangerous place. Especially for her – we don’t know if there are any… lingering after effects from the Lazarus Pit.”

“I get it,” Felicity said, “really, I do, but… it’s not like she’ll listen to you if you tell her not to. She’s her own person, Oliver, however much you want to protect her. Besides…” She smiled up at him, and he smiled back. “She’s strong. Like her brother.”

“I guess archery isn’t the only thing that runs in the family.” And this time Felicity laughed, moving her hair to one side so he could kiss her neck. “Thank you,” he said, just as he slid his tongue along the hollow of her throat, “for taking care of her.”

“Mm… you’re welcome.” A moan escaped her lips when she felt his mouth on her collarbone. She took a step back, letting him press her against the kitchen counter. “You know, if she’s going to be a superhero like you, she deserves a superhero name.”

Oliver’s smile was warm against her skin as he buried his face in the crook of her neck. “I think I have that covered.”

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Beginning At The End

Fic Request: Teen wolf beach day with parties and A bonfire and stiles and Lydia are together and Malia and Isaac are together And Scott and Kira

Rating: K+

Genre: Romance, Slice of Life, Fluff

Author: baseballbatofstydia

A/N: I loved writing this fic. I hope you like it too!

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in-spirational asked:

Could you please write me a CS "Always being on the brink of admitting their feelings for each other but then getting interrupted" AU??? Hopefully ending in smut ;)

A/N: So I decided to go more canon divergence than AU with this one…. Let’s pretend that the whole Emma becoming the Dark One thing never happened. This picks up after they returned from the Heroes & Villains alternate reality. 

Rating: M because sMut… sorry, not sorry.

Word Count: 3700ish

And If It’s My Last Chance to Say It

He’s alive. He’s alive. He’s alive.

Emma could hardly contain her joy. Scratch that – Emma couldn’t contain her joy, bounding up the stairs two at a time and launching herself into his arms as he stood at the foot of her bed. The force of it toppled him over with an oomph from Killian and a series of manic giggles from Emma, and after a few moments of lying sprawled on top of him, she crawled up his body, straddling his hips and taking his hand and hook in her fingers.

He was alive and she loved him so much it hurt and she could finally, finally tell him and see that look in his eyes when he realized absolutely for certain that he made good on his promise from Neverland to win her heart without trickery.

“Look, I didn’t mean to cause any panic. I woke moments before your parents and came up here looking for your boy.” Despite his initial teasing when she’d thought he hadn’t returned from the alternate reality, he was now quite serious about it not being his intention to worry her. He was looking for her son because he loves her and he loves him and she loves him and ugh she just has to say it before she explodes.

“He’s fine. Henry’s fine – I’m just… glad you are too.”  Glad was putting it lightly, but she was still nervous. Inexplicably nervous because anyone with eyes or ears could tell she loved him (probably). Saying it shouldn’t have to be such an ordeal.

“What is it?” His concern for her was adorable.

“When I – watched you die… I was afraid I was never going to get a chance to tell you something.”

“Tell me what.” It wasn’t a question. Because that cheeky bastard knew what she was going to say, didn’t he? Probably. Open book and all.

“That… I – ”

“Emma! Killian!  

Of course. Leave it to her parents to ruin the moment. Then again, it might be a matter of life and death (those were all too common in this sleepy little town, after all), so she probably shouldn’t be so annoyed.

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When YD comes to Earth I want her to have Peri brought on her ship and scanned. Being scanned reveals that Peri became unstable while on Earth and they decide to poof her and smash her gem since she’s no longer in good condition and id easily replaceable. Peri gets scared and tries to run away, but is cornered by YD and quickly gives up. YD poofs her as the camera pans to the side, but at the end of the episode we find out YD bubbled her gem instead, and has it in her personal quarters.

- anonymous

A/N: I absolutely loved writing the request. I actually had to rewrite it because it ended up being so long.( yes it was longer than this) I had to tell myself, “It’s just an imagine.” haha anyways thanks for the request!

Request: Can you do a dean x reader where the reader and her best friend or sister love the show supernatural and somehow like a spell or something get dropped into Sam and deans world and ended up staying and fighting monsters with them and Dean and the reader end up together???

Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 1060

“Are you ready to watch Supernatural?!” your best friend, Becca, squealed as she opened her door. You grinned at her excitement and walked inside, shutting the door behind you.  Ever since you were little, you and Becca would get together almost every weekend to watch movies/tv shows- lately both of your’s obsession was Supernatural.

“Alright, you get the snacks and drinks and I’ll start the show!” She said walking off to her living area. “You better not start it without me!” you yelled, placing the popcorn in the microwave. “Hurry up and I won’t!” 

“Dean…Put. It. Down.” Dean had picked up a small bottle of black liquid and had brought it up to his face to inspect it. He looked over at Sam who was pointing his finger at the ground. “Relax, I’m just looking..” Dean rolled his eyes and went to set it back down on the table but at the last second it had slipped from his fingers, hitting the ground, shattering the glass and spilling the liquid on the floor.

Holding his breath, Dean scrunches his eyes closed, waiting for something to happen. When nothing does, he slowly opened his eyes and let out his breath. “Whoa, that could have been bad.” Sam throws him his bitch face. “Let’s go before you touch anything else.” Dean glanced around the room, which was filled with dead animals, blood, and other witch-like things, and nodded. “Yeah, let’s go.”

“I hate witches.” Dean cringes as he climbs into the Impala. Sam looks at him and chuckles. “With all the dead animals and blood…its damn right insanitary.”

Sam shakes his head and looks at Dean who was staring off towards the house with wide eyes. Following his gaze, he found the source of Dean’s wide eyes. The witch’s house was filled with black smoke, yet it wasn’t on fire.

*cough cough cough* you don’t know how it happened but your living area started to fill with thick black smoke making it impossible to see what was around you. Swatting at the smoke in front of you, it started to clear.

“What the hell?!” you relaxed when you heard your friend still beside you but you tensed up again when you got a whiff of blood. “Where the hell are we?” Becca stepped to your side, taking a hold of your hand. “Unless you redecorated, I have no clue.” you bent down and was about to poke the dead animal on the table next to you when Becca slapped you on the back. 

“Owww!!” you straightened up and rubbed your back. “Were you seriously going to poke the dead animal?” she raised an eyebrow at you. Before you could answer though, someone kicked down the door making both you and Becca jump back.

Dean and Sam burst through the door, their guns out in front of them. Dean pulls back when he sees you. You were dressed in pajama short shorts and a tank top, your (y/h/c) was messily to one side of your face and when his eyes locked with your (y/e/c) eyes, his heart skipped a beat. 

“No way..” Becca’s mouth fell open and her eyes were practically out of her head. “It’s Jared and Jensen!” she fangirled and took a step forward but you grabbed her making her stop.

“Seriously? You yell at me for poking the dead animal but you are going to run up to the two guys that are pointing guns at us?” Dean’s lips curved up at your snarky remark.

“Watch out!” you cried as you pointed behind Dean making him snap out of it and turn around but it was too late. Him and Sam were thrown against the wall, their guns falling to the ground and skidding across the floor.

You watched as the gun stopped off to your right, slightly out of reach. “(Y/n), I swear, if you’re thinking about going after that gun- don’t be a hero.” Becca whispered next to you. 

You chuckled, “We always said we’d be badass hunters…let’s see if it’s actually true.” You lunged for the gun right when the witch sent Becca flying into a cabinet. Pointing the gun at the witch, you pulled the trigger right when she sent you flying into a wall making everything go black.

The pain in your head woke you up from your unconsciousness. Ugh… you sat up holding the back of your head as a wave of pain coursed through you.

“Hey, hey, easy now…” a familiar voice made you look beside you, where forest green eyes were watching you. “You should lay back down, you hit your head pretty hard.”

Everything came rushing back to you- the smoke, Jared and Jensen (no, Sam and Dean) and the witch. Your eyes widened, “Where’s Becca?!” you started to get up but Dean put his hand on your shoulder, holding you in place and sending shivers through your skin. 

“She’s fine, she told us everything, now will you please lay back down or do I have to make you?” he raised an eyebrow at you. Your cheeks burned red at the thought of Dean Winchester forcing you to lay down but you shook that image away and laid down yourself.

Watching you blush, Dean couldn’t help but smirk. He’d be more than happy to lay you down. He quickly cleared his throat. “You were amazing by the way. With the witch.” your eyes snapped to his. “You mean, I actually hit her?!” you couldn’t keep the excitement out of your voice.

Dean chuckled, “Yeah, you did. Hit the bitch right in the forehead actually.” You smiled to yourself, you couldn’t believe you actually killed a witch. “So what now?” you were scared to ask.

“Well, Sam is working on finding something to bring you two back to your world…” your face dropped, you didn’t want to leave. This was the most exciting thing that has ever happened to you. 

Dean got up and bent over you, kissing you on the forehead. The sudden gesture made your heart flutter. “But, I kind of wish you’d stay.” and with that he left you alone in the room.

You let go of the breath you were holding and looked up at the ceiling. “I can get used to it here.” you smiled.

anonymous asked:

I'm trying to come up with an intersting title/summary for my fanfiction, can you help me? (sorry if i ended up spamming you)

The trick is to find a happy balance between the all-too-forgettable and the truly over-the-top. You want to choose something that makes your readers think: What a fantastic title! Why didn’t I come up with it?

Here’s how to do just that.

GOOGLE IT. The easiest way to ensure you have an original title is to type the phrase into an Internet search engine, or even Amazon.com. Some great titles will produce matches, of course—but if you are the first person to coin the phrase you’ve chosen, then you know you’ve hit the originality jackpot. (While titles are not copyrightable, and in theory you could name your novel Gone With the Wind, doing so is unlikely to help your career.)

MAXIMIZE YOUR CHOICES. I tell my students to approach naming a story as they do seeking a mate: While some people meet their perfect partners during their teenage years and live happily ever after, the vast majority of us have to date lots of people before we find what we’re looking for. The same holds true for titles. I suggest making a list of at least five different titles before deciding upon one. There’s also much to be said for asking friends and family which title they prefer.

DON’T FORGET VOICE AND POINT OF VIEW. Every fiction writer knows that strong prose requires a distinctive voice and a consistent point of view. Far too many writers forget that a title should do the same. If you’re narrating a story in the third person, don’t call it “My Summer Vacation.” On the other hand, if your story is told from an unusual vantage point, you can use the title to announce this fact to the reader. Robert Olen Butler, for example, uses his title for exactly this purpose in the modern classic “Jealous Husband Returns in Form of Parrot.”

INCLUDE PRECISE NOUNS AND ACTIVE VERBS. Computer programmers have tried for years to create the perfect algorithm for naming a book—for example, claiming that three-word titles sell best, or insisting that the most marketable titles contain verbs. If this approach actually worked, of course, these programmers would be publishing moguls. A simpler technique is to select precise nouns and strong, active verbs. Eugene O’Neill’s Desire Under the Elms is far more compelling than Love Under the Trees would have been.

CRAFT TWO MEANINGS. Most readers consider your title twice—once before they start reading your work, and again after they have finished. Many successful titles gain hidden layers of meaning as they’re read, so they pack an extra punch when reflected upon for the second time. Noteworthy examples include Shirley Jackson’s “The Lottery” and John Cheever’s “The Swimmer.”

AVOID SABOTAGING YOUR PLOT WITH YOUR TITLE. If you’re writing a mystery novel or a suspense thriller, make sure you don’t give away the ending on the cover. Also, refrain from using either the first or last lines of your story as your title, as such “double duty” takes away the surprise of the opening hook or the dramatic conclusion.  

MAKE CERTAIN YOUR TITLE MATCHES YOUR STORY. This is the most important rule of titling, probably the only one no writer can afford to break. Often we start off with a promising title in mind for our work—and assume, once we have finished writing, that this title still fits. Unfortunately, the human imagination does not always conform to our expectations, so it’s essential to ask yourself, once your manuscript is complete, whether the original title still matches the story you’ve told.

The great problem facing writers then is to come up with a catchy – and memorable – title. There are a number of approaches authors take in selecting titles. For one short story I published, I could have used a number of different titles than the one I selected (which was “All or Nothing”):

  • Characters – “Nevar,” as she is the story’s main character
  • Attributes of characters – “Finding Solace,” for Nevar struggles the entire story with an inner conflict, and peace of mind will not be found until she resolves it
  • Real objects – “The Craft of the T’sohg Family,” as Nevar flies a specially designed spaceship, designed by her father, which is where much of the story’s action occurs
  • Conceptual objects – “The Sepulcher”; a sepulcher is a hole cut in a cave where the dead are laid to rest, a term used to describe the black hole, where Nevar certainly will die if she enters it.
  • Events – “The Race,” as the entire story centers on an annual tournament near a black hole
  • Places – “The Black Hole,” as the story focuses on whether or not Nevar will enter it or not
  • Times – “Nevar’s Last Race,” for she either will win and die or, based on her choice, will lose and never race again.
  • Themes – “All or Nothing,” for Nevar finds she must go for broke to find inner peace.
  • Line from text – “Evil Mouth Inhaling the Entire Universe,” as this describes the black hole and the forces that compel Nevar to do what she doesn’t believe in. A line from the story’s text also is known as a “gobbet title.”
  • Twist titles – “Separation from Grace,” for by winning the race, Nevar would achieve “unity with grace,” a religious concept some readers would recognize.

Sometimes authors start with the title and build the story around it. This is called a reverse gobbet. James Tiptree Jr.’s novel “Brightness Falls from the Air” is an example of a reverse gobbet, with the title originally appearing as a phrase in a poem by Elizabethan Thomas Nashe (Well, sort of – it’s a misread line.). The reverse gobbet may seem like an odd way to write a story, but sometimes a single evocative phrase can rouse the muse.

Given the many different ways of coming up with a story title – using a character’s name, taking a line from the text, or drawing from a conceptual object in the story, to name a few – just about any word or phrase would seem to serve as an adequate appellation.

Not so. In fact, you want to avoid writing an “adequate” title. You want something that stands out, something that grabs your readers, something that makes them wonder what the story is about and proceed to page one. After all, what is “A Clockwork Orange” and who is the “Lord of the Flies”?

To avoid creating an adequate (or even a godawful) title, don’t use titles that are:

  • Unpronounceable – Readers like to talk to one another about what they’ve read. But it’s difficult to talk about something that they can’t pronounce. After all, they might want to ask a bookstore clerk if that title is in stock.
  • Embarrassing to say – Ditto.
  • Difficult for others to spell – A number of book sales today are made online. But if your reader can’t spell the title at Amazon.com or in a search engine, your book may not be found. (Of course, “Fahrenheit 451” is one of those pre-Internet titles that is difficult to spell – almost no one knows how to spell “Fahrenheit.” But the word is common enough that you shouldn’t let readers’ ignorance rob you of a truly memorable and apt title.).
  • Difficult to remember – If readers can’t even remember the title, forget about them asking a bookseller or search engine to find it.
  • Forgettable – Ditto.

Titling may seem stressful, but the process should actually be enjoyable. After all, any writer who has completed a story or novel realizes that a title serves one more purpose that primarily benefits the author: Typing a solid title onto your manuscript is a way of patting yourself on the back and taking pride in a job well done.


Hope this helped you! If you have any more questions, concerns, or just want to talk, feel free to drop by my ask box!

Come What May - Act I: Scene I

Well here it is. The ever allusive, long awaited beginning to the thing that essentially all brought us here today. A big big big shout out to that long ago Anon that first asked the question as well as oathkeeper-of-tarth fortythousandth submarine-violin-tide and docholligay for asking questions, supplying ideas and being my sounding boards for this plot. It’s still a major work in progress but I’m so excited I just couldn’t wait to show it to y'all. Please forgive me for any formatting/major errors, I typed pretty much all of this part in my phone on a plane/train and had to code some to get tumblr mobile to work with me. Hopefully everything’s ok. Please let me know what you liked, didn’t like or anything in between. This will probably be my longest HaruMichi fic to date.

Act I: Scene I: Children of the Revolution

“It’s perfect,” she said. “I’ll take it.”

The landlady had only shrugged, leaving the key on the table as she went. Haruka barely noticed her leave. She stood in the middle of the room, turning slowly as she beamed at the bare walls. Her first apartment. It wasn’t a big place to be sure, with its small room and it’s tiny kitchen, but it was hers. And even more importantly the view was spectacular. With the windmill of the Moulin right outside her window she could see everything she needed. The windmill, the elephant, the skyline of Paris. She was in the heart of the bohemian capital; creativity and inspiration had almost assaulted her upon her arrival and she had no doubt it would remain the same as long as she stayed.

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Helpless: Modern AU CS (10/-)

Summary: Killian Jones is a single dad, working for a better life for himself and his son Liam. He does not feel like he needs a woman in his life. Until one night he ends up in ER with his son and meets a gorgeous pediatrician, who may flip his world around.

AN: For LenfazI rewrote this chapter at least three times, probably because it was not in the original outline. I added it because I felt it was needed. I guess it’s for you to decide. I’m sorry that this update took so long but I’m working on several other projects while writing this story. When you add real life with a three year old constantly demanding attention you will get a rather busy schedule. I hope you’ll enjoy this one. A big thank you to captain-k-jones and o-u-a-timer for betaing this.

Part 1(FF.net, AO3)/ Part 2(FF.net, AO3)/ Part 3( FF.net, AO3)/ Part 4(  FF.net, AO3 )/ Part 5( FF.net, AO3 ), Part 6(  FF.net, AO3 )/  Part 7( FF.net, AO3) / Part 8 ( FF.net. AO3 ) Part 9 ( FF.net. AO3 )

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Part 10

The cool October wind swept the strands of hair that fell out of her ponytail as Emma Swan walked through the city one morning. It wasn’t exactly cold but you could tell that November was waiting just around the corner to fill the air with its frosty breath and Emma liked her weather warm. She pulled the fluffy collar of her leather jacket tighter around her neck. The street was rather empty as she headed towards the already busy restaurant.

She had a scheduled brunch with her mother. As much as she would rather be at home now, spending her free day on the couch, reading her favourite magazines, she knew canceling the thing would bring more trouble than it was worth. It was way easier just to be done with it.

Her smartphone buzzed in her pocket, announcing the arrival of a message. She frowned at the thought of someone disturbing her day. She really didn’t want to be dealing with people today, her mother’s incoming interrogation was enough for her. Except… It could be Killian who messaged her. That thought alone made her heart skip a beat.

They had been exchanging text messages and phone calls for a little over a week now and she had to admit, she looked forward to hearing from him. He was funny and smart, and he always managed to make her smile… even when she thought it was not possible.

Over the course of their conversations, she actually found they had a lot in common. They valued family above all things. She knew he would do anything for his boy, as she would for her parents, despite the rocky relationship she had with her mother. She could tell he was just as lonely as she was and preferred to keep people at bay. They liked the same books (“‘Game of Thrones’ is bloody ridiculous Swan! All George RR Martin thinks of is who to kill next. I would have stopped reading it a long time ago if it wasn’t so freaking brilliant.”), and enjoyed the same movies (“Marty would be really upset we don’t have flying boards, Swan. They should be available in every shop by now.”). They even loved the same kind of pizza- very spicy.

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anonymous asked:

Prompt: Beca doesn't join the Bella's but still ends up being Chloe's BFF and shows up to every performance

Beca couldn’t give two shits about acapella.

It’s nothing personally, really. But what’s the big deal about people making music with their mouths? Isn’t that an instrument’s job?

But, of course, it just so happens that her best friend in the entire world, Chloe, is the lead singer of their school’s all-female acapella group, the Barden Bellas.

And as meaningless as the world of acapella is to Beca, she never misses one of their performances.

She’s Chloe’s biggest fan.

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Great idea with the epilog as separate dlc. Give us months to fall in love with our Inquisitors. Months of drawings fanarts, writing fanfiction, making up headcanons and happy endings.
Now if something happens to them it will hurt. It will hurt so much.