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Quill As My Witness

Step into a scene and let it drip from your fingertips. -MJ Bush

You are Pen & Ink’s most talented journalist, focusing mainly on the ask column that gets people results. Everyone who asked ‘Miss Shrouded In Answers’ a question, about ninety-eight percent of clients wrote back with good news on either a test, that pet they wanted or, the most popular type of questions, relationships.

It was surprising. You have never been on a date, never been the one to ‘fall in love at first sight.’ You thought it was nothing but fairy tales about finding your one true love with only a glance at the other person.

You almost laughed aloud. Love blinded people, disrupting their common sense and made them act irrational. You promised yourself years ago, at the age of ten, that love will not get in the way of your goal: Owning your own journalism business, hiring people of all races, sexual orientation, and family classes to make a magazine that is real. For the people, by the people, right?

You were fine working at Pen & Ink as an anonymous writer. The pay was amazing, especially for a female in this line of work, and you made incredible friends.

But you wanted something bigger.

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Hey, so if anyone wants to be tagged when I post new fics, please send me an ask or message and I’ll add you to a list and tag you whenever I post something new. Currently I’m working on a one-shot for #FullerFeast (that I am so, so super excited about), a one-shot based on a prompt I received, and chapter 5 of Senza Tema D'infamia ti Rispondo. I don’t know how many of you are reading what I write, but I thought I would throw the offer out to be tagged in case anyone is interested.

Creating Conflict

Or, as I call it, causing ~drama~

The key that keeps readers interested in your story is conflict. If nothing is at stake, then there is not much to see. So, here are a few general tips to cause some ripples in the ponds of your characters’ lives.

“Prioritizing”: Your character has two main motives that they have been working towards, but they end up in a situation where they have to sacrifice one to save the other. Depending on how easy or hard the choice is, this range from “disappointing” to “devastating” in the sacrifice. 

Character Flaws: As I talked about in my cornerstones post, every character should have a flaw. Flaws are flaws and not strengths for a reason- they get in the way. Have your character have a moment of weakness, where they lose their values and give in to temptation or get carried away.

 In addition: Even without their key flaws, characters can sometimes just… be wrong. Maybe they miscalculated. Maybe they misunderstood. Maybe they made the wrong guess. They did what everyone does: They Done Messed Up, and now they have to deal with the result.

Liar, Liar: Someone is lying, or even keeping secrets, and now, it’s causing problems. They can’t go forward without the truth, or worse, they are making mistakes due to a warped perception of the situation.

Draw backs: Let the good things come at a cost. One key rule for worlds with magic or superpowers is that all power should come at cost- equal to or greater than the power itself. 

“Because I Said So”: Don’t forget, there are other characters in your story, and even if they are on the protagonist’s own side, they are not always going to just merrily go along with whatever the protagonist said. Maybe they disagree. Maybe they are powerful enough to get in the protagonist’s way, and maybe it’s that important to them that they try. If fighting an enemy is hard, fighting a friend is harder.

Take It Back: Your character makes a decision that seems right at the time. Maybe it was the obvious choice, or maybe it was taking a risk. But uh-oh…now there are unforeseen consequences. 

Or, the opposite…

Decisions, Decisions: Maybe your character has to make a decision where there is not an immediately obvious choice. Make sure that both/all the options have both positive and negative possible or certain outcomes. There is no obvious right or wrong choice. Bonus, it’s funny to watch the fandom debate it later. 

Strip Them Down: Remove your character’s greatest strength. For whatever reason, your character’s most valuable asset is not available, and now, they have to live without it. Bonus mode- it would be really, really helpful if they had it right now!

Or, do the opposite…

Boss Fight: Maybe, instead of your protagonist getting weaker, it’s your antagonist that gets stronger. Strengthen the opposition and see if your characters can adapt to survive, or if they lack what it takes. 

Change of Plan: The rules of the game have changed. This can mean different things depending on your story. They could be literal rules, or more general. Think Hunger Games- did I say two tributes? I meant one, after all. Fight to the death now, please.

Amplify the Emotions: … And the results that come with. People do crazy things in the heat of the moment. You can’t think straight when all you can do is feel. Blinded by anger, sadness, or even joy, your character makes a bad choice. 

*Pile It On: You know what a full plate needs? Even more stuff. Your character is already juggling, trying to balance a variety of responsibilities. So add one more ball. Do they crash and burn immediately? Does it take a while? Do they succeed?  Any which way, the stress is high.

*Note: this one can be difficult on the author, too. Make sure that with all these plot lines, you’re not losing track, yourself.

“Murphy’s Law”: Simply stated, this is a plot tool that says, “whatever can go wrong, will.” I’m just going to say right away… be careful with this one. It’s really frustrating for your audience to watch the characters fail or lose or face misfortune over and over and over again. It makes it feel like nothing will ever come out of rooting for them, so you may as well give up now. Murphy’s Law can be great in the proper proportions, please, let your characters have some victories, or there’s no point to it.

And hey, don’t forget about your inner conflicts. You never know when those are going to have the opportunity to cause trouble. 

Give ‘em hell, kids!*

***disclaimer: you do not have to be a kid to give them hell.


Writing With Color Top Posts + Other Useful Ones

Oh hey– here’s a list ranked by Writing With Color’s most popular posts since opening in 2014 up till now, the start of 2017. Pulled together for the interest and usefulness for readers like you. Thank you.

Top 7 Popular Original Posts 

  1. Words for Skin Tone - This two part guide offers an array of words for describing skin color. Part I focuses on the problems with food descriptors. Part II provides alternatives. (68k+ Notes)
  2. Common Micro-aggressions: African Americans and/or Black People - An extensive list of common micro-aggressions towards Black people with some links for further reading. (46k)
  3. Words to Describe Hair - As with the words for skin tone, an offering of words to describe hair, from curls to different colors. (34k+)
  4. Black and White Symbolism: A Look into the Trope - Discusses concept of black as evil and white as good, from its history & problem implications. Guide offers alternatives & solutions. (10k)
  5. Describing Accents - An example-based post for describing accents and voices. (5k)
  6. How to Research your Racially/Ethnically Diverse Characters -     Self-explanatory. (5k) 
  7. Describing Asian Eyes - A guide to describing Asian eyes with further useful commentary. (4k)

Honorable Mentions

Other recommended WWC Posts.

  • Stereotyping Tropes List - A categorized tropes list reposted from the TV Tropes website with links to their topics on the subject matter.


Hey everyone! Over the years I’ve had my fair share of English and other writing intensive classes, and combined with my tendency to procrastinate I’ve had to come up with a way to write papers fast. 

step one: finding a topic and research (aka the hardest part)

You can’t write a paper without a good topic, a strong thesis, and solid research. There’s no getting around that, no matter how short you are on time. Depending on the class and the teacher, you may have your topic chosen for you or you may have total freedom. If your situation is the latter, an ideal topic is one the you care about, have some general knowledge of already, and is specific enough to be covered in the number of pages you’re limited to. After you have a topic picked, do some quick searches to see what’s out there. If your school’s library has a database, that’s the perfect place to start. Be sure to chose quality articles that have been peer reviewed when possible, and where it’s not acknowledge that the source may be an biased in your paper. 

Once you’ve started research, you should have a pretty good idea of what your angle is going to be and what points you want to make. Next write a working thesis. This is basically a sentence or two that states what you will spend the next few pages proving. Once you have it, write it on an index card and put it aside for the next step.

step two: outlining 

Take a look at your past papers. How many paragraphs are usually on a page? It’s about two for me, so I keep that in mind when planning my outline. Now for the part that lets me write so fast: index cards. 

Take one index card per paragraph you’ll need to fill your page limit, and write “into” on the back of the one with your thesis, and conclusion on the other. Now think about how to best prove your thesis, and anything else you saw in research that you want to address. 

  • On one side of the card goes the general topic of the paragraph (ie, “significance of symbolism”).
  • On the back goes all of the specific notes and details that will go in that paragraph (ie, “spring as a symbol of a fresh start for x character”)
  • Once you’ve done that for every paragraph lay them out in front of you and experiment with order. How do they flow naturally?

step three: writing

Now that you have your outline, all you have to do is expand on what’s on your cards. Paragraphs should be at least five sentences each, which is super easy to achieve since you already know what you’re going to say! Think of each paragraph as a mini paper: sentence one should be a topic sentence/intro, explaining what you’re going to cover. The middle/body defends and expands on your topic sentence, and the last sentence or two should conclude the paragraph and transition to the next. 

Once you have your body, you can work on your intro and conclusion. A general rule of thumb for intros is to start with a hook (something interesting that draws the reader in) and ends with your thesis. In the middle should be a sentence or so for each paragraph/point, just to give a little map of where you’re going. The conclusion is basically the same, except in reverse. Wrap it up and tell them what you just told them. 

After that, let it sit for a little while (ideally a day, but if you’re short on time just go to dinner) and then come back to edit with fresh eyes. Reading out loud will help you catch typos!

step four: citations and formatting

I like to cite as I go so I don’t have to do it all at once. I typically write my own, but if I’m in a pinch I’ll use a citation generator (like son of citation) that works super fast. Just be sure to cite everything that needs one! Plagiarism is so not cool. Double check MLA/APA/Chicago guidelines and make sure that everything is formatted right, and you’re good to hit submit!

Good luck on those papers, my fellow procrastinators!

a friend like mine

 Summary: A discussion about a break up leads to….interesting revelations. || Sebastian x Reader || part 1 of 2

Warnings: discussion of kinks, [in the second part] —> smut and all that entails, thigh riding, choking, some other stuff but i’ll put it in the warnings for the next one

Note: :))))

Originally posted by buckynsebimagines

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anonymous asked:

CONFESSION OF A MEDIUM: I saw the private message from a medium that you posted and I would also like to add to that. About 2 months ago I helped in performing an exorcism in rural America (think bible belt). It was the first time I heard any victim (in this case, a young innocent boy) say that he is Lucifer and I've assisted in over 20 exorcisms. It was the most scariest thing in my life. If your readers are interested, I can add more details.


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a sharp pain at the side of your head, pounding with every heartbeat, brought you back from unconsciousness. You tried opening your eyes for the first time, slowly blinking so you could get used to the flickering yellow lights, dancing and illuminating in the dark. Your back ached due to the hard, cold and uncomfortable surface underneath it and goosebumps scattered all over your skin when the frigid air washed over your body. 

When you tried to sit up, you groaned in pain while the pounding headache surged through your head twice as hard as before, you found your muscles straining and struggling. You furrowed your eyebrows, confused. Why couldn’t you move? You tried again, without success. You finally managed to open your eyes completely, but you couldn’t believe them. Not with what was happening in front of them.

There were people, positioned in a perfect circle, their faces anonymous and concealed by the hoods of their dark cloaks. They were chanting words in perfect unison, words you’ve never heard before in your life. They sounded baritone, archaic, compelling and they scared the shit out of you. This must be an awful nightmare.

You tried getting away, again to no avail. You snapped your head to the side, only to find your wrist firmly bound to the hard surface underneath you. Same thing on the other side, and your legs were forced to immobility as well. Meanwhile, the volume of the chants swelled on, the intonation more urgent. It sounded like they were getting close to something. You quickly realized this wasn’t a nightmare. You knew this was real, despite the fact you didn’t know how you ended up here, wherever ‘here’ may be . The pounding pain in your head and the sweltering chants of the mysterious men felt too real to be made up by your own mind in your sleep. Panic flooded over you like a tidal wave, an acute fight or flight reflex taking over as you started pulling on the ropes that pinned you down, tearing, squirming and thrashing for dear life.

The almost song-like chants were gradually reaching their peak, the cloaked men adding synchronized gestures to the words as they sang with full conviction. Distressed noises started to tumble from your lips, high squeaks and whimpers when the realization you wouldn’t be able to free yourself started to kick in. The ropes were too thick and too skillfully knotted, there was no way you could escape.

And then, one of the hooded males approached you with controlled steps, almost leisurely while still radiating discipline and earnestness.

‘Who-who are you?’ you asked him, your voice hoarse and trembling with fear.

He didn’t answer, he only kept chanting and gazing at you with those cold eyes, devoid of emotion when he removed the cloak from his head. You weren’t going to get any sympathy from him, you knew, especially when he pulled out a silver dagger from his wide sleeve.

Your eyes widened, cold sweat breaking out and streaming down your back, soaking through your clothes. The panic made it feel like you broke out in a heavy fever, almost making you pass out on the spot.

‘No…Don’t-’, you pleaded, almost inaudible over the loud chanting of the human circle, drums starting to join the hypnotizing harmony when the older man grabbed the haft with both hands and raised the knife in the air, pointing straight at your cardiac area.

You screwed your eyes shut, tears flowing out of them and wetting your cheeks as you mentally prepared yourself for the inevitable, for death. Whatever this was, it meant the end of your life. You sucked in your last breath, silently awaiting the sharp pain of the knife crushing and splintering the bones of your ribs and sliding into the pounding muscle in your chest. 

But nothing came. 

You noticed the chanting had also stopped. It was suddenly eerily quiet.

You didn’t dare open your eyes, scared of what they’d find, until you felt friction between the rope and your wrist. You ultimately decided it was safe to open one eye, only to take a peek at what’s happening, nothing more.

That’s when you first saw him, feverishly cutting through the rope with the knife that was supposed to end your life, his fair hair falling in random strands in front of his eyes, too concentrated to wipe it out of his face. You barely had enough time to register his features as ‘handsome’ before his wide eyes met yours.

And then you felt it.

Wipe it off of me-Jughead Jones

Pairing: Jughead x reader
Description: Archie and Veronica start talking about some of their sexual experiences, which sparks the readers interest, and it doesn’t go unnoticed by her boyfriend. Basically Jughead is a little shit (prompt #7 requested)
Warnings: Sin, but not full sin, like, half sin. 50% sin. and I’m going to hell
It was obvious that Archie and Veronica weren’t virgins. It was totally ok, and nobody in our group of friends minded, at least half the school was having sex, which I guess was normal in this day and age, but it was still almost like, an elephant in the room, like, a baby elephant, but an elephant nonetheless. The conversation I had been dreading was eventually going to come up, and it did. I was hoping that maybe it wouldn’t be brought up so soon after the whole Archie and Miss Grundy incident, but of course, Kevin had to open his big, fat mouth.

“So, I just need to know, what was it like having sex with a teacher Arch?” Kevin leaned forward in his chair, looking at Archie expectantly. Archie tensed up and his hand stopped strumming his guitar that sat in his lap.

Kev! Oh my god” Betty smacked his arm, giving him a cross glare

“I mean, if we can’t talk about it, then we shouldn’t be doing it, right?” Kevin pointed out, looking around at us. I shifted uncomfortably on the couch I was sat on by my boyfriend, Jughead. We had been dating for 8 months now and hadn’t really discussed anything like this.

“I mean, Kevin has a point.” Veronica agreed, crossing her arms nonchalantly.” If you’re going to have sex you should be able to talk about it. It’s important to discuss it, make sure you’re doing it safely, especially at our age. The last thing we need is one of us getting pregnant.”

“Yeah, yeah, anyways what positions did she make you do?” Kevin turned his attention back to the boy and Betty yelped again.

“Uh, well, a lot of it was just missionary. She rode me a few times, we did maybe a couple different ones…” Archie trailed off.

“Did you guys fuck in her car?” I saw Jughead roll his eyes out of the corner of my eye as he typed away on his laptop.

“Uh, yeah, a couple times…” Archie’s face went red.

“Well, I for one have tried many different things, many different kinks, many different genders.” Veronica smirked at her last few words and Betty’s jaw practically fell to the floor.

“Oh, do tell” Kevin wore a shit eating grin on his face as he turned his attention to Ronnie.

“Dude, don’t you like dick? Archie asked him, an eyebrow raised

“Oh, Archiekins, just because I swing left doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy the sexual stories provide by the right swingers.” Archie still looked confused and Kevin sighed in an irritated manner.
“Just because I’m gay doesn’t mean straight sex repulses me.” Kevin huffed, explaining to Archie. “You may be pretty but you sure aren’t bright.”

Ronnie began to fill us in on her sexual experiences, and Jughead ignored the conversation, typing away on his laptop instead. I, however, gave my full attention to the stories Ronnie told, my heart racing as I began to think about a few of the scenarios with somebody else in mind.

After school, I went straight home, taking the stairs two at a time and opening my laptop. I began to look up some of the stuff Ronnie told the group about. I was impressed, disgusted, and horrified all at once.

“Hey, I know you said you were busy, but I brought Pop’s.” I slammed my laptop shut as quick as I could, turning in my chair to see Jughead with a take-out bag.

“Woah, what’s up?” Jughead set the food down on my nightstand, looking at me as I tried to look casual. My cheeks were as red as Archie’s hair, and I knew at any second I was going to get busted.

“Y/n, what’s on the computer?” Jughead raised an eyebrow. He leaned down so he was eye level with me, both hands resting on either side of my wheely chair.

“N-nothing.” I stammered, his face dangerously close to mine.

“Really? Because I saw how interested you looked while Veronica shared her “stories”, earlier. Care to explain?” Jughead leaned in closer, turning his head a bit as if he was getting ready to kiss me. Before I could process what was happening, Jughead pushed my chair all the way in to the corner of my room and had my laptop open, typing in my password.

“Asshole!” I screamed, jumping up from the chair and shoving him down on to my bed. It was too late though, he had already seen my computer screen.

Wow, y/n, this is a whole new side of you.” Jughead teased, a smirk on his lips as his hands rested on my hips. I whacked his chest with the palm of my hand before getting up and closing the tabs on my computer

“Honestly, if you wanted sex this bad you could have just told me.” Jughead sat up on my bed, a shit eating grin resting upon his lips.

“Lose that grin, Wednesday Addams.” I leaned against my desk, my arms crossed.

“Why don’t you come over here and wipe it off of me?” Jughead leaned back, an eyebrow raised in expectation. I blushed, my mouth opening but no words coming out.

Really, y/n? You’re going to make me do all the work/” Jughead stood from my bed, walking over to me and pressing his body to mine. He leaned down, pressing his lips to mine. He wrapped his arms around my thighs, lifting me so they were now wrapped securely around his waist and stumbling backwards to the bed. My hands went to his air, knocking off his beanie and running my fingers through his black locks. His tongue slipped past my lips, his arms pulling me closer to his body.

Jughead’s lips left mine after a few moments of kissing, trailing down my cheek and jaw to my neck. He bit down gently on the spot below my ear, puckering his lips and sucking until a satisfying dark shade of purple was left. I let out a heavy breath, my hips bucking down against his involuntarily.

“We probably shouldn’t be doing this; my mom could be home at any moment.” I panted.

“You’re probably right.” Jughead breathed, pressing a kiss to my jaw. “Rain check?”

“Definitely.” I leaned down, kissing him again. Jughead leaned back on my bed, pulling me down with him.

“Y/n?” Jughead looked up at me, his fingers running through my hair. “You can talk to me about these kinds of things, you know. I don’t want you to feel like you have to hide them from me.” Jughead pressed a kiss to my cheek. After a few more minutes of cuddling, I got up, grabbing my laptop from my desk. I opened Netflix and put something on to watch as we cuddled in my bed, eating takeaway from Pop’s.

And I totally used that raincheck the next weekend.

LOCK: Basic Plot Elements

LEAD: An interesting character the reader will care about.  And the Lead must have an…

OBJECTIVE: The driving force. Why things are happening. To get the Objective, there will be…

CONFRONTATION: Things get in the way. The story comes to life. And in the end there is a…

KNOCKOUT: The beginning sales this book, the ending sales the next. The ending must have power. 

From Plot and Structure by James Scott Bell. Pages 10-12

  • Dad: All you do is watch YouTube. Your brain is going to rot!
  • Me: But... it's educational.
  • Dad: ???
  • Me: Uh... Dan and Phil said that if you use non-bakeable food coloring your house will explode.
  • Dad: -_-
  • Me: ...
  • Dad: ...
  • Dad: *sigh* Alright...
Glide (Mulligan x Reader)

Words: 1200+

Request: Mulligan x reader Superhero!AU? 

Warnings: Cursing

A/N: i had fun writing this friend, im glad you gave me this prompt! Thank you! although i am not sure now you wanted it, i hope i interpreted it correctly!

Part 2

You assumed you were the only one who had superpowers. You were adopted, you didn’t have any relatives that you knew. And whenever you tried to find out who your parents were, the adoption agency refused to give you any information. You never told any of your friends about the power that you had, and you kept it to yourself. Well except for that one time. 

You quickly erased that thought from your head.

“Y/N, where’s the document for Washington? He needs it right now.” Laurens said, peeking into your office. You nodded, telling him that you’ll be right out. You watched him close the door, and levitated the papers, glancing through for the file. Once you found it, you grabbed it with your hand, walking out in the hallway on the way to Mr. Washington’s office.

You were able to levitate objects with your mind, well mostly your mind. There was some hand movement that was needed, but besides that, yes, your mind. There were some other things you could do, but all of it was less important. Not anything worth mentioning. 

You walked past Mulligan’s office, seeing him being scowled at by Hamilton. You hesitated, looking at the papers in your hand. Hamilton seemed made at the Irishman, and you could tell Mulligan was getting more and more furious by the second. You walked into the room, knocking on the door once. They both looked at you, Hamilton’s face quite red.

“Hey Ham, what’s up? Why are you yelling at Herc?” You asked, mildly concerned at the throbbing veins on his face. He placed his hand on his forehead, showing you the plans in his hands.

“The design for this coat is too expensive to make. Using cotton would be better than buying the stuffing that Mulligan wants. And he won’t change his stance on it, no matter how much I talk to him.” Hamilton explained, and you held in your laughter at his hands on his hips. You glanced over the plans once, and nodded.

“Herc’s plan makes sense, Ham. The stuffing is much more softer and fixes the problem that customers complained about. I know your head of accounting and all, but using these materials make more sense. Herc’s head of design, he knows what he’s talking about.” You replied, giving Herc a smile. Hamilton sighed.

“But Y/N…”

“Sorry Ham man, no can do.” He frowned, and Herc laughed, looking at the two of you.

“Stop calling me that.”

“I’ll see you later, I have to go see Washington.” Hamilton sighed, walking out of Herc’s office. Once he was out of view, you turned to Herc. He had his arms across his chest, staring at you. “What?”

“You didn’t agree with Hamilton? Why not?”

“And why are you questioning me?” You asked, leaning against the door frame. He shrugged, standing up out of his chair. As he walked slowly around the room, you watched him, taking in his massive figure. He was tall and brawny, different from anyone else in the office. He touched a mannequin that rested next to his desk, glancing at you.

“Because you always take Hamilton’s side with everyone else but me.” He grinned, winking at you. You were a very loud person, but at this moment, you were lost for words.

“No, I, no.” You said, stuttering. He laughed, shaking his head. You smiled, looking down at the gray carpet.

You couldn’t lie, Mulligan was attractive. Immensely attractive, in both physical appearance and personality. He was the only reason you smiled while you were in here. He made you laugh, he was kind, and there were endless conversations between the two of you. Every day, he was the most interesting part of it.

“Y/N!” You heard Washington’s booming voice through the office, and instantly remembered that you had the files he needed. As you waved goodbye to Herc, he walked over to you, touching your arm.

“Hey, before you go, do you want to get some dinner with me later? It’s on me.” He said, nervousness in his eyes. You bit your lip.

You tried not to get attached to people, that’s why you had few friends. This power, this thing that you had, it wasn’t ordinary. The last time you told someone about you, they freaked, calling the police on you. Of course, they could not prove what you did, but it did cause too much trouble. You eventually moved away from that neighborhood, in a completely different state. You considered his dark brown eyes, and saw nothing but innocence. You nodded.

“I won’t turn down free food.” You said, smiling at him. He let out a breath, his anxiety swept away. You quickly went to Washington’s office, not wanting him to wait any longer.


Later that night, you and Mulligan were walking together, enjoying the cool temperature. The two of you had dinner at his restaurant, both of your underdressed. He did not seem to care, walking in there with his hand in yours. It made you blush, and thankfully, the lights were dim, hiding the red color on your face. He let you pick anything on the menu, and you noticed that they did not show the prices. He calmed your questioning gaze, telling you that he was friends with the owner. After he convinced you that it was not expensive, you picked a meal from the menu. It was excellent, and he was pleased that you enjoyed it as well.

Your arm was wrapped in his, and you two walked slowly in a park, talking about anything and everything.

“Do you remember when Thomas brought his special mac and cheese for everyone?” Mulligan said, and you laughed, remembering it clearly.

The smell permeated every wall, stinking up the whole office space. Thomas had a cheesy (pun intended) grin on his face, showing everyone his masterpiece. Hamilton looked like he was about to puke, quickly moving away from the monstrosity that was the food. Everyone else, besides Madison, were saying the most vulgar things imaginable. Even Washington, with his calm demeanor, told Thomas to get rid of the food or else he’d fire him. It was the funniest incident that happened in a while, and you could have sworn that you smell the delicacy whenever you walk into the break room.

“Don’t remind me, it was horrible. How could Madison even stand in the same room for so long.” You mumbled, and Herc rolled his eyes at you.

“The things you do for the one’s you love.” You raised your eyebrow.

“You think Madison likes Jefferson?”

“Well, it seems pretty obvious to me. I see the hearts in his eyes when he looks at him. I cannot wait until the day Jefferson notices,” he smiled, “Puppy love.” You laughed. The two of you walked in the crosswalk, continuing to talk.

“You’re such a-” The loud noise of a horn distracted you, and you quickly turned towards the sound. A tractor trailer was speeding towards the both of you, trying to slow down. He was only a few feet away when you held up your hands, closing your eyes.

After a few seconds of silence, you peeked through one of your lids. The truck was above you, floating in the air. You let out a deep breath, placing it down on the ground. The man in the truck was unconscious, probably passed out from shock. You felt a drip of blood leak out of your nose, and touched it.

That never happened before.

You turned back, forgetting that Mulligan was standing there. His eyes were wide open, staring at you. Your heart dropped, looking at his demeanor. He was undoubtedly afraid, frozen in the spot on the street.


You?! (Rafe Adler)

Here you go! :) Hopefully this story justified your request! This might turn into a series… Who’s up for it?

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The dark sky seems to be shining bright tonight with the cool breeze brushing against my arm and the ocean crashing softly on the shore beside us.

Rafe’s smile makes this night perfect as he reaches to hold my hand. “Happy one year, darling.” He speaks softly as if the other guests are listening.

“Happy one year.”

We toast our champagne, taking a nice sip.

“One year, huh…” I say, putting down the champagne. “Feels like we’ve known each other our entire life!”

He chuckles, sitting forward to hold my hand again. “Maybe we did in another life.”

I laugh, “You believe in that?” Even through the dimness, his smirk is easy to see. He looks away towards the sea and takes a breath, like whatever he’s going to say might be life changing.

“No, but what I do believe…” He raises up from his seat and walks towards my side, kneeling down on the sand. My eyes widen and I feel my heart flutter. “Is that since the moment I first saw you in that party, I already knew that I would spend a lifetime with you…” He takes out a small box from his pocket and opens it to reveal a sparkling diamond ring. “You are the only person that I’ve felt this strong with and you have dealt with my arrogance for this long; you’ve tolerated my anger and you still love me enough to bring me back into your life again…”

My eyes starts to tear up and I feel my gut churning in my stomach, waiting to hear that well-known line.

He takes another breath, staring into my eyes. “Will you marry me?”

I try to control the tears, but the moment I nod my head for a ‘yes’, he takes me into his arms and they start to fall down my cheeks. Rafe slides the ring on my finger and once I feel the cold metal of the ring, I can’t help but smile.

The people around us cheers and claps, toasting us in our celebration. Rafe places his hand on my waist and takes me in on a kiss.

Everything about this night is perfect.

- - - - -

Work. Always with his God damn work. What’s so secretive about it that I can’t even know about? I twist the engagement ring on my finger, biting my lower lip as I stare idly on the coffee table. I’m his fiancée for Christ’s sake!

My phone vibrates on the coffee table, bringing me out of my thoughts.

“Hey, Rafe.” I try to keep my voice calm, even though I want to yell at him. He’s only been gone for a week, he’ll be back. I keep reassuring myself.

“Hello, darling,” after hearing his voice, I’m starting to cool down. I curse myself for being soft on him. “I won’t be home for a while, but I’ll be back right in time for our wedding.”

I take a deep breath, “Okay…” I hear the sound of construction in the background with people yelling in Scottish accents. “This work seems big with all that noise…”

“Yeah,” I hear him sigh on the other end. “Listen, we’re about to fly off to Italy in a few hours.”


“I’ll call you later.” Before the call ends, I hear a woman say his name and then a beep. I place my phone down beside me. Did he just say we? Who would the other be?

I feel my face start to burn up and I shake my head, taking a sip of my coffee.

Probably a team. I should stop overthinking…

My phone vibrates again beside me and I check to see an unknown caller.

“Hello…?” I answer.

“Hey, kid,” a familiar gruff voice replies and my whole body freezes, but my smile widens as I’m starting to feel like I’m eighteen again.

“Got time for another hunt?”

“Oh my God! Sullivan?!” I laugh in disbelief, jumping up from the couch. “Of course! Where are we headed?”

He chuckles. “Pack your bags and I’ll explain along the way. See you in the airport.”

Just as the call ends, I rush to our bedroom and pack my bags.
As I walk back and forth from the dresser and closet, a nagging thought stops me halfway and I place my hands on my hips, giving out a sigh. What about Rafe?

I look at our bedside table, a picture frame with us in it and then to the engagement ring on my finger, the diamond sparkling from the sun shining in through the window.

Fuck it. If he can leave, then so can I.

Within seconds, I’ve packed all my necessities.

Leaving my ring behind.

- - - - -

“You didn’t tell me we were going to some fancy place!” I softly yell at Sullivan while we enter the Rossi Estate.

“Well, at least we got you a dress.” He says, walking up the stairs.
I place my arm around his, pulling up the skirt of my dress as we walk. This whole time I’ve been hoping that I won’t bump into Rafe, looking everywhere for the sight of him and rehearsing excuses in my head in case we do see each other.

Then again, he didn’t exactly say which part of Italy… But seeing that he’s busy, he won’t even have time to go to an auction.
Entering the building, someone with a white suit catches my attention and I glance to see…


Talking to another woman and smiling each other.

I blink my eyes and keep staring to make sure I’m not hallucinating.

“Ow! Hey, is everything alright?” Victor asks me and I loosen my grip on his arm.

“Sorry, I thought I saw… Someone…” I avert my eyes from them and we walk up to the library.

Victor sits on the couch, taking out a cigar and a lighter. I walk to one of the books, seeing some old classics that I read from when I was sixteen or so.

“So, how are things with you, kid?” I turn around and see him puffing on his cigar, lounging on the couch with his feet up on the table. “Maybe I shouldn’t call you kid. You’re not eighteen anymore.”

I laugh lightly at the statement, walking towards him and sitting on the chair next to him. “When we said our goodbyes in Honduras, I meant what I said… That’s the last time I’m going to work as a treasure hunter…”

He rubs his chin. “So, you’ve got your dream…”

I nod my head and I reach to twist the ring on my finger again, only to find it empty. I half regret that I left it home. Now I wish that I brought something to remind me of Rafe…

I think back to the man in the suit… Maybe that’s not him… Maybe I thought it was him and it’s just the getting married effect… I’d rather not think this far ahead. I curse my brain again for overthinking.

“I’m proud of you, kid.” Sully says, taking me out of my thoughts. I look at him as he smiles at me and I smile, forgetting about everything as I’m almost tearing up from the memories flashing back.

“Thanks, old man.”

He chuckles lightly, “I hate to admit it. It’s nice hearing that name again.”

Fifteen minutes must have passed until we hear a thud out the window and whispers before a figure comes in followed by another. I can already tell that it’s Nate walking by, but I can’t clearly make out who the other one is.


As Victor turns on the lamp, Nate’s face brightens up as they hug each other. I can’t help but smile and feeling my heart be touched at this moment. As they break away, he sees me and I can’t help but say it: “Hey, asswipe.” I greet him with a smirk.

“C’mon. We haven’t seen each other in fifteen years and that’s what you call me?” He laughs and opens his arms. “C’mere, shortie.”

We hug and I really miss the embrace of an older-brother-figure.

“I miss this trio.” Nate says as we break away and as we look to Sully, he has already been introduced to the other guy.

“This is my brother. Sam.”

I raise an eyebrow, looking from one to the other to see no resemblance. “You’re joking.” I scoff.

“No, he’s not.” Sam says, clearing his throat. “But we can both agree that I’m the more attractive one.” Nate slaps his shoulder as Sam lends out a hand for me to shake, “Nice to meet such a fine lady in this occasion.”

I cross my arms. “Is that what you say to all the girls?”

“Trust me, you’re the first one.”

This guy is way up his ass. I take his hand, but get quickly interrupted. “No more time to chit-chat. We need to take this cross before Rafe does.” Nate says, swiftly walking towards the door.

Wait… Rafe?

We follow Nate downstairs, back to the auction and the three of them exchange plans; all I’m thinking about is how Rafe is put into this situation. He said he’s at work… Is this his work..? Are we still talking about the same Rafe?

As we’ve reached the second floor, I look beyond the railing to the ground floor, searching for that same guy in the white suit, making sure that it’s not Rafe. It took me a second until I see the back of the guy, waiting until he turns around and when he does, that’s when I feel my gut sink. It is him.

It is Rafe…

He looks up at me and I turn away, looking back at the three of them.

“Shit…” I say under my breath. I bite my lower lip and I look back to see him gone. My eyes roam around the room, but see no trace of

“You alright?” Sam says with his eyebrows raised. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost…”

Something like that…

“I’m… Fine…” I take a deep breath and I feel my phone vibrate in my purse. It’s a message from an unknown number.

I know you’re here.


Part 2

How to Keep a Reader Interested During Slower Parts of the Story

A writing guide requested by galaxys–end

While the main plot is building, as a writer you still must keep the reader interested.

  • Expand your subplots.
  • Consider character relationships. Is your MC fighting with their best friend? Are the siblings having a break through?

  • Consider romantic relationships.

  • When achieving their goal becomes slow, does your character lose faith? Focus? Hope? What is their mental state like?
Does your character have a good support system? Are they lonely? Can your character motivate themselves, even when times get tough?

  • How is your character dealing with what’s going on in their life emotionally?
Are they happy? Grieving? Depressed? How are they coping? Do they have support from those in their life?

  • Is your character physically well?
Stress can have detrimental affects on health. Is your character run down? How is the character’s health in relation to their goal?
  • Consider reworking the plot. If the other aspects of your story can’t uphold a reader’s attention, maybe you should change how the plot works.
The Good, The Bad, and The Not Interest: Chap 1

You growled in your seat with your arms cross and your blood boiling. Your friends had dragged you out to a country club in the middle of some hoedank town on a Friday night. To make it worse you were the designated driver so you couldn’t even drink enough to forget you were here.

“Don’t be so sour the band is about to play!” One of your friends cheered.

Another began to swoon, “Ooh it’s the Gunslingers tonight isn’t it?!”

You sighed trying not to ruin your friends’ mood, “You guys go have fun, I’ll watch your stuff here.”

The band stepped out and started to set up, every girl hooped and hollered at the sight of the esteemed Jesse McCree, leader of the Gunslingers. In your eyes he wasn’t anything special, just a wild eyed, hairy country guy. You rolled your eyes and carried your friends’ purses to the bar, “Water please.”

The bartender nodded and slid you a glass, you carried it back to the table as the music began. Jesse winked at you as he strummed his guitar. “Dang, girl, look at you stopping me in my boots. What’s a country boy to do, but say Uh uh!”

You quirked a brow as you took note of the other band member, he looked at McCree with a confused expression and did his best to follow the beat.

“Stop beating my chest up, you’re down right dangerous, that shake got me gitty up got my eyes what what.” Both men sang in unison. “Sippin’ on this seven-seven, never been this close to heaven got the pretty turned up to eleven droppin’ them dead on the dance floor! Somebody better call a doctor she’s a little heart stopper, I’m talkin’ breaker breaker one-niner. She’s a flatliner, oh she’s a flatliner!”

You didn’t stay to hear the rest of the song, you really wanted to get out of the bar and go home. You watched your friends party in front of the stage, all you could do was wait.

You swore under your breath when a pair of drunk rednecks flocked to your table and offered to buy you a drink.

“I appreciate the offer, but I’ve got two drunk friends I have to drive home.” Your words laced with passive-aggressiveness.

“Aww don’ be that way baby doll, let the bent brothers buy you a drink.” One urged.

You set down your water and glared daggers at them, “Keep on bothering me and i’ll give you a pair of broken sticks.”

The younger of the two took off in fear of your intimidation however the other grew angry and stuck around. When he grabbed your shoulder you locked your hand around his wrist and flung him over your shoulder. The music stopped when the man’s back slammed into the ground, you gathered your friend’s things and went outside where you decided to wait. You knew they wouldn’t come after you, they never did. You didn’t even know if they were really your friends, you’d met Lara and Tarra in college, they were senior goddesses in your freshmen eyes. They probably were your ‘friends’ because they felt sorry for you.

Cool night air watered down your rising aggression level, twenty minutes went by before Lara and Tarra eventually flocked outside. They grabbed their things and raved about how they were going to meet the Gunslingers back behind the club.


“What was that bout Jesse?” Dallas questioned while putting his guitar in its case. “That wasn’ tha song we agreed on.”

Jesse chuckled and tipped his hat, “Sorry partner, saw that beauty and the words flew right outa me.”

Dallas, a freckled brown haired green eyed thirty-three year old, quirked a brow. “Never did I think it wus possible fer one man ta come up with a whole song just from starin’ at a girl for a few seconds.”

“But did ya see ‘er flip that fella?” Jesse swooned. “Wooo she’s a heart-stopper.”

Dallas rolled his eyes, “From tha words of your song, I think ya mean flatliner.”

“Think her friends’ll bring ‘er round back?” Jesse stroked his beard and slipped his guitar case strap over his shoulder.

Dallas shrugged, “I reckon we go an’ see” He sighed. “Last thing I wanna do is deal with fangirls…”

The two cowboys made their way out the backdoor where only the moon and a few stars greeted them. Jesse lit a cigar and leaned against the club eagerly awaiting to see you and speak to you, he ran a few practice conversations through his head. The sound of two girls squealing and a growl signaled the two men to the three of you.

Jesse near thought he was struck by cupid’s arrow.

You were a true beauty in his eyes, your skin shimmered in the moonlight complementing the elegant black dress that hugged your curves. Your hair neat from lack of partying like the other girls, it was your eyes that really drew him in. Yet for some reason you didn’t look at him like other girls did, you didn’t flaunt over him or beg for an autograph. In fact you barely participated in the conversation, your friends talked Dallas’s ears off. Jesse talked here and there but his eyes on you, you stood under the protection of a tree. He caught the glimmer of a cord slither from your bag where you pulled out a book.

The cowboy hadn’t expected this.

When the Ghosts Get in Your Head

( PROMPT: Can I please have Peter comforting the reader? With forehead touches/kisses SLAY ME. )

A/N: So. I’ve decided to make a Tom Holland/Spiderman fanzine, and if anyone is interested to contribute (and tell me how the heckie to go about doing it ), please PLEASE send me a message and we can work this out!! I actually want to send the fanzine to Tom Holland himself, but I also have no idea how to send it to him so PLEASE SEND HELP. Because I have no idea what I am doing. *sobs*

WARNINGS: Panic attacks/anxiety, so I’ve put it under a read more!

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the train of lost souls ; teaser  {jungkook | hoseok | reader}

“The moment you step inside the train, you are given two options.

You can choose to live, to be given a second and a last chance in life, in exchange for your memories and your previous existence. You can choose to be alive again, but it can only be an entirely new life. Everyone you’ve ever crossed paths with would forget your name. All the pain and the love you knew, all the ups and downs that made you hurt and made you smile — all of it, completely gone.

Or you can choose to move on, to give your life away while keeping your memories until the end of time. To step out of the world of the living and to embrace a new kind of loneliness, but with the warmth of your past always safe between your cold hands.

You are dead, but it’s up to you to do something about it.

The choice is solely yours.”

Logic- Hux x Reader (childhood friends AU)

A/N: This is just a little inspired by the Burberry ad, the fact I gotta prepare a Jane Austen lecture for year 9s and a little inspired by the fact I’ve been binge-watching Anne of Green Gables, and I’ve always wanted to write for my favourite Weasley General. Can you tell I’ve been binge watching Anne of Green Gables? Ya know, because I’m gonna die alone COVERED IN CAT PISS IT’S HONESTLY FINE. Also, please, please send through some requests, I would really love some :)

Title: Logic
Tags: Anne of Green Gables inspired, childhood friends
Rating: T (i mean I swear a bit but like…)
Words: 2800+
Prompt List: here
Master List: here


It was common knowledge to the first families of Arkanis that they were:

1)      A dwindling number. Many married off-planet and the unfortunately irreversible laws of primogeniture-based titles left the clever daughters without their rightful inheritances. Many movements of parliament had attempted to repeal the legislation, however there were always obstacles that the women of Arkanis hoped would die of a heart attack sooner rather than later.

2)      Bastard sons were so large common that they were -more often than not-recognised as heirs.

3)      Every marriage on Arkanis is chosen.

Now that third piece of knowledge was certainly uncommon practise for aristocratic families of the inner-rim planets. Royal families of Naboo, Mandalore and even Alderaan, often resorted to arrangements created by parents via misinterpreted holomessages and Jedi negotiations of peace. Yet these arrangements were often loveless, careless and while it did provide the inner-rim planets the political power they required; what was the logic in that for an upstart outer-rim planet like Arkanis?

Arkanis was after all, a military planet and nowhere near as ancient as the inner-rim worlds. They prided themselves on their decorum and their modernity. The first families of Arkanis were the families of Admirals and Commadants and Generals and Colonels. Those who gained power as the Empire came into fruition and those who skilfully navigated the minefield of politics during that time.

Power on Arkanis, was to be gained by might -war and intellect- not through something as private and delicate as the tempestuous state of marriage.

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