I’m best with either describing what I see vividly OR writing conversations. I have a hard time narrating actions, switching between environment and characters. And pacing the plot. Is there a “rule of thumb” or a warning point to show when I should cut something off or keep it going?
This is a pretty broad question. Your best bet is to just start reading a wide variety of books and pay attention to how they’re written. Reading is honestly the best crash course in writing, because the more you read, the more you’ll understand about how stories work, what works, and what doesn’t.
For balancing action, exposition, and dialogue, see:
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But you don’t understand how muchI want the baby to be Adam’s. Rebecca and Adam hooking up. Him thinking he’s got nothing to worry about on the cheating front because Vic only knows about that one kiss with Vanessa and he can’t possibly be the kid’s father. Vic overhearing a conversation between Adam and Bex months ago which is why she wouldn’t forgive him and plotting her revenge. And then it all comes out. Vic and Robert plotting separately to bring down the Whites. It all going horribly wrong. The baby turns out to be Adam’s. Cue meltdowns from Vic, Robert and Aaron and Adam running for the hills.
I really want to know about the less obvious Humanities tbh. Like, what about the Women's Studies majors and the African American Studies or the LGBTQ/Queer Studies majors? Does EU even have those sorts of classes?
As a standard and generally well-ranked liberal arts school, I can’t imagine it doesn’t offer these and similar majors! But I don’t think any of them as a whole have a specific relation with the Gentry in the way that, for example, the chemistry department or the music department does. Student involvement with the Fair Folk would be based more on the individual students themselves than their affiliation with a certain major.
However, something that I think would be… not necessarily unique to these majors, but more prevalent, would be that the Gentry often just Do Not Understand. Some things - stories, music, medicine, law - cross between cultures pretty easily. But these majors dealing with human politics and biases and history specifically need more explanation. It doesn’t help that so much time has passed since the Gentry could walk the real world freely - they lack a lot of the first-hand context needed even if they do discover an interest in these majors. In some ways our cultures are as incomprehensible to them as theirs are to us (although precious few will admit it).
it turns out that with a smartphone and a sufficient amount of dedication you can read an entire story in a language that you not only don’t understand but also don’t even have the ability to type into a translation device because its script is heavily logographic and also the MOST COMPLEX WRITING SYSTEM IN THE WORLD. the future is NOW. the babel fish is real and i’m carrying it around in my pocket
i really don’t understand why hayley’s story has to end in the originals while caroline’s continue… like she had her ending in tvd, so why does her fucking storyline have to continue in the originals? like it makes no fucking sense. i love caroline but homegirl got her ending. ugh im so annoyed.
Story summary: Even the greatest prophecy has an addition, much like the heart is connected to every artery and vein. This prophecy is no different. Every decision makes a different outcome. You read it wrong, you choose the wrong path, you’re lost. But choose it correctly, and you’ll get there. This is a story of consequences. A story of belonging and understanding. But, most importantly, it is a story of one more day inside this life.
Chapter Summary: During her recovery, Noctis tries to make things a little easier for her through forms of comfort whilst he remembers times where he switched roles and helped her.
Note: I missed the flashbacks. So the flashbacks made a return. I’m not so happy about this chapter about from the flashbacks. I had to write this three times so it’s probaby not the best I could have done.
PLEASE COMMENT - Anything about this fic really helps me out and with each chapter there’s less love which is heartbreaking for me since I’m super passionate about this fic. You’d be surprised with how long it takes to me to write a chapter. Comments are also a great motivator. Come one guys, no one should have to ask for comments to get them.
Again, if you can think of any songs for this couple send them my way. And if you wanna be tagged, lemme know because I’m always up for tagging more people and I’m a shy smol bean who always thinks they’re pestering people (so if I have stopped tagging you in things that’s probably why - or it’s because you weren’t checking out the post if we go for my impatient side of life).
Insomnia, the crown
city of Lucis, a place of safety and prosperity, of acceptance and
understanding, had forgotten the traumatic events of what had happened only two
months prior. They had forgotten all but one detail: the prince was now
paralysed waist down. Yet, that wasn’t all that happened. People had lost their
lives to the daemon attack, and one person was lucky to make it out alive. For,
a short while after aiding him, her adrenaline had passed and she collapsed
Most of her injuries
were small scratches, with very little (four at most) being deep enough to
cause scaring, and only one of those were nearly fatal. Although she was making
a quick recovery, it was clear, even to Noctis, that she wasn’t ready enough
for being set to work by the maids. Some of them were very kind and only give
her the smallest of tasks – such as taking a letter to King Regis or the head
of the Crownsguard – and others would ask if she was okay to do it, knowing
full well that recovery isn’t always linear.
But others? The ones
he hated most of all? They had no care – ‘take this 5 kg box up three flights
of stairs as quickly as possible – no buts’. They wouldn’t ask how she was, and
they wouldn’t take the time to gauge her recovery. It was just ‘get this done
with no excuse’. People like this were more common than he thought; they were
more common that the kindest of hearts.
Noctis could tell it
affected her as she pushed him along as he sat in his wheelchair: she was quiet
except for limited sighs, and she had eaten very little breakfast that morning.
It was clear that she was tying her hardest to hide it from him, and it would
have worked had he not been her best friend for four years. She’d been looking
after him for the past month ‘a distraction to help my own recovery’ she had explained,
though he doubted that: he just had this gut feeling (which was ninety per cent
true as her father had told him a hint if her real reasoning) that she was far
more worried about him.
In turn though, he was
concerned for her: after all, she was keeping not only himself in check, but
his father, too.
“Airlea, take this box of veg to the –“
“She’s busy, Mister Aurum.”
He quickly interrupted the man. Noctis knew it was going to be something that
would only set her back again and, to be quite frank, he’d had enough of it.
“She’s got injuries to recover from.”
“Noctis –“ He rose a
hand to pause her.
“’She’s made a quick
recovery’ you’re thinking, but she hasn’t recovered.”
“Noctis, please –“
“If I don’t stick up
for you, you’re going to make yourself worse all over again.” He looked at her,
midnight blues piercing her own eyes. He was going to stand his ground and
protect her just like he said he would.
“Noctis, I think that’s
enough for now.” He froze at his father’s voice. The King was calm despite the
fists behind his back, and that was when he was at his scariest. “Mister Aurum,
I do hope you aren’t making this charming young woman carry that heavy box of food
whilst she’s still recovering.”
“O-Of course not,
Regis looked at him.
He knew. He knew all too well. He leaned forward. “If I hear about this type of
behaviour from you again, I will not give any mercy and you will be out
searching for a job that is not within the citadel. Am I understood?”
“Take your leave. And
carry the box yourself. You have arms do you not?” Once Mister Aurum had left, Regis sighed and looked at Noct.
“Dad, I know it was
none of my business but –“
“I’m not mad at you
son.” And he knelt down. “You were very brave to stick up for Airlea.” And he
smiled. “And Airlea,” he turned his attention to the Sicarius. “Remember that
your health comes before your kindness.” He took her hand within both of his. “Your
kindness is not to be used: it is to be earned. It is a very rare kindness in
this world and we would all hate it if you were hurt because of it.”
Noctis smiled and placed his head on her arm. “Yeah. We don’t want you
being hurt.” And then Airlea laughed, and both boys smiled.
It had been a full week of waiting for news on the
whereabouts of the Regalia and Noctis had taken it upon himself to look after
Airlea. As of currently, he had decided to take her out for a wonder whilst
Gladio searched for a suitable place to have a picnic, Prompto trying to come
up with ideas upon how to make something romantic, and Ignis was, of course,
preparing the food.
It wasn’t exactly the ideal time to go on a date, but, truth
be told, he just wanted to see her real smile.
Not the fake one she had been wearing as of late, he wanted the real Airlea. She
had been a little quieter and less likely to back chat Gladio – which worried
the shield to no end. And then she was barely eating, which worried Ignis, and
she wasn’t answering her phone (which wasn’t really all that different but
considering the calls were from Audacia….).
It came to a point where Noctis actually had a phone call
from Audax (who was using Audacia’s phone and it was beyond him how she got his
number). He was upset and angry at Airlea, and practically threatened never to
talk to her again. Of course, this meant Noct spent a good half hour persuading
him to talk to her and explaining the whole situation. You have no idea how
much charge that took out of his phone.
Airlea was able to walk now, though she would tire easily.
And it was just a miracle that she didn’t break any bones – possibly through
managing to bring up a protective barrier to limit the damage dealt – and only
suffered through bruising.
“Can we… stop… for a minute.”
Noctis looked at her. They were nearly back at the chocobo
farm, there was no point in stopping. So he cracked a smile as he paused and,
instead of letting her take a seat, he picked her up easily, carrying her
bridal style as he walked.
“Noctis. Put me down. I swear to the gods above if you do
not put me down I will – “ He silenced her with a brief kiss.
He chuckled at her frown and he cradled her to him. “Light
as a feather.”
“Seriously though Noct, your slouch is already terrible.
Carrying me isn’t going to help your back.”
“I can stand up straight perfectly fine. It’s just
uncomfortable.” He smiled at her, face relaxed. Really his back had never fully
recovered from it’s injuries and it was as good as it was ever going to be. He
was thankful though that she still looked out for it and didn’t just let it
slide so easily – but it did greatly annoy him. Especially when she looked at
him with furrowed brows and another frown. “I promise my back will survive
carrying you all the time.”
“But – “
“Stop being dramatic, Sicarius. It doesn’t suit you.” And he
kissed her forehead.
Noctis felt so lucky when she
just relaxed into his hold and smiled. He felt lucky to have her. And for a
change, it was him looking after her. For a good few months she pushed him in
wheelchair, and now it was him carrying her. He had always tried to be her
shoulder, but it was difficult when she just kept running. He gathered she had
the same experiences when it came to helping him, but she seemed to find ways
to go about it: hanging out together, giving him her food if he had none. He
couldn’t really do much but invite her round to his apartment and just sleep
round or play video games. It wasn’t exactly his ideal form of helping her out.
After all, playing games wouldn’t allow him the chance to carry her burdens for
a while whilst she held his.
“Hey, Airlea. You can
always come on over. I’m free tonight.”
The words had tumbled
from his lips before he could stop himself. It had been a few months since her
father had passed, and the affects were still seeping into her blood stream.
Slowly, but surely, she was returning to her normal self: but she was still
numb to certain conversations, stares still blank whilst they walked through
the park on the way to his apartment block.
“Alright. But I don’t
have any spare change of clothes on me.”
Her reply was instant.
For once, it was certain. And he swallowed. “It’s fine. I have plenty of
clothes you can just shimmy into.”
“I’d get swallowed up
by them.” She cracked a smile and he laughed. It was a bright day: clear skies
with the summer temperatures rising.
“I’m not as big as
Gladio, don’t exaggerate.” His case was being carried over his shoulder, sweat
prickling at both of their backs and foreheads: blazers were compulsory and
they were too lazy to take them off – especially since it helped to cover the
haphazardly tucked in shirts. “I’m sure your mother could bring stuff over.”
“It would probably be
my grandpa. Mum’s at the doctors having another ultrasound.”
Of course. She was now
going to be an older sister and with the child only being a few months away
from his due date, her household was a mess. Nothing was ever clear anymore
though whilst her mother wasn’t in the right frame of mind, her grandfather had
taken it upon himself to be the head of the house and it was what he said goes.
He was from her father’s side, forced into retirement by the King due to a
fatal injury he received whilst on the front lines a month after King Mor’s
death. Though he still worked in the Citadel as a trainer, he was paid well and
he was still as lenient now as he was whilst the current King was still a
“How’s it going? The
pregnancy. I mean.”
Airlea shrugged. “Eh,
last I checked it was going okay. Mum’s not been keeping us girls updated:
‘just in case’ she says. She doesn’t want any attachments formed yet. After all
the stress that’s been created… she’s thinking ahead. You know. In case he’s
still born. He still kicks around though: the dog was trying to sleep with her
head on my mum’s tummy and then she just sat up quickly and stared like there
was an alien residing in her. It was pretty funny really. That dog just knows.”
Noctis smiled at how
happy she sounded. “I’m sure everything will be fine. She did have to put up
with my dad for a few months when he arrived back in Lucis from Altissia. I
heard from Clarus he was a drama queen with his injuries.”
“Wouldn’t surprise me
since he was, like, twenty. And back then my grandpa was still having to risk
his job to keep him out of trouble. Though, he probably wasn’t that bad: according
to my mum he would have his moments, but every other time he was calm and
collected, asking how your mother was. Asking about his father was also a
priority. And when news came that Mors died, he was ready from what life was to
throw at him.”
Yeah. That sounded
more like his father than whatever story Clarus tried telling him. “Your father
was there, too, right?”
“Of course. He was a
rapscalian apparently. Mum used to hate him, but she saw behind the façade after
a while. I believe it was the coronation where they got together, skipped every
single base doing so, and they just stayed together. They do say opposites
How opposite was he
and Airlea? She was fursicious, he was sarcastic. She was modest, he was
egotistical. She was fearless, yet anxious constantly. She went with the flow
yet she would plan the order of what rides they went on at an amusement park.
He room was messy, her fighting stance refined. Although she’d say she would
quit, she just continues like the thought never crossed her mind. He admired
her courage, her optimism. There was always a silver lining in her eyes. And he
knew that the day where she saw no silver cloud, it would be the day the world
as they knew it collapsed. And he knew that the day she would cry, and only cry,
would be the day he would die.
“Opposites, hm.” He
mumbled quietly before looking at her with a boyish grin. “Would you grandpa
let you stay round?”
“Yeah. He’d just have
to call me when my mum wants me home.” She shrugged. “You free on the weekend?”
“Should be. If not I
can carve away some time.” He tilted his head. “Why?”
“Grandpa’s taking me
camping, said you and Prompto could come as well if you’d like?”
“I’ll make sure to let
my dad know.” He grinned and passed the Sicarius her phone (which he kept in
his pocket due to her lack of one) and he gave her his best smile. One which
her knew she couldn’t refuse. She rolled her eyes and contacted her Grampa and
a few moments later she passed him her phone again. “So?”
“Grampa was with my
mum and she said it was fine so long as I was back before lunchtime tomorrow –
apparently she’s taking us somewhere or something I don’t know. Though, maybe
Audacia and Ignis have planned something… she likes doing that. Or maybe your
Dad’s being sneaky again…”
“Wha – “
“Last week I was meant
to see Prompto and help him with his maths homework. I had to cancel because
mum said she ‘had plans’ last minute. I was about to go out the door. So I sat
down on the sofa, as you do, and let Prompto know that I could help him over
text instead. And then low and behold this chocobo with a walking stick walked
in, tried doing the chocobo dance which failed goddamn terribly, and I had to
hold him upright. After a few minutes of being fed up, I decided to unmask this
mascot. Found out it was your dad escaping his duties because it was just the
same old bickering. This meant I had to help him out of this mascot and then he
decided to take me out for a driving lesson whilst giving me a heart to heart.”
She looked at him. “Has he ever done that to you?”
“Not as embarrassing
as that, no… He must have finally reached midlife crisis.”
“Anyway, so Audacia’s
bringing up my things – which I’m terrified about because she always forgets to
bring my pjs. Last month I stayed round Prompto’s, right? It was an on the spot
decision considering he had five homeworks due for the next day. She legit
forgot pyjamas were a thing so I had to ask Ignis to bring some up – well, I
asked her but she had no idea where they were so Ignis just brought up some of
her clothes that she didn’t wear anymore.”
“So yesterday when she
asked me to bring up her stuff since she was around Iggy’s, I ‘forgot’ her
clothes. She asked me to get them and I said ‘you have a boyfriend, where his
clothes’. She came back home in one of his t shirts and she looked
So Noctis had zoned
out part way through the story. Thing is, he loved her and he was happy knowing
that she was happy and everything, but just knowing that she stayed round
Prompto’s made his blood…not exactly boil but it came close. And he had no
utter idea why he was jealous.
“If she forgets I have ten pairs of pjs you can where.”
Airlea looked at him
in surprise. And he felt his cheeks burn. Damn puberty is a horrid thing that
makes you have deep feelings for people and you just open your mouth without
thinking. Noctis was currently having those feelings. And he knew they would
Sure enough though,
Audacia did forget Airlea’s pyjamas and he just went into his draw and chucked
her one of his pyjama tops. He chuckled when it landed on her face.
“Dude, I can’t see.”
She was walking around his room, trying to find his bed so she could just have
someplace to stop. Her arms were in front of her, feet shifting across the
floor. Somewhen, she had managed to stub her toe on his desk, her legs
held his arms out and stopped her from falling, his pyjama top falling from her
face and onto the floor. Her has was unruly now, her eyes bright with
amusement. She had a light bruise to her lip from her training session with
Ignis the night before and the scar on her left eyebrow was a horrid reminder
of the daemon attack. “You okay?”
“Yeah. I live thanks
to you, Noct.” He saw her cheeks flush lightly and she stared at her hands, her
followed her gaze and swallowed at the realisation that they were extremely
close. He turned his head awkwardly to one side.
“I’ll always save you
when you need saving.”
“Back atcha.” Airlea smiled up at him and he smiled right back.
It was night time now. The search had been put on hold, his
whole plan had to be cancelled due to the rain that fell continuously. He was
led on his back in the bed, Airlea to one side, being cradled between his left
arm and his side. He rubbed the back of her hand with his thumb, knowing that
it would help her sleep.
She had been struggling as of late, but tonight, it seemed
that it was working. Though she had quickly woken up with sweat beading on her
back and forehead: a nightmare or an unforgettable memory had probably found
her, she was relatively at peace. She was still. Quiet. As if she was
contemplating life and it’s meaning. Yet, she was also allowing the sweetest
gestures he gave overrule her fears.
He looked at her. “Yeah?”
“Think I could go with you to get the Regalia?”
He breathed out an inaudible sigh. “Not when you’re
recovering.” He pressed his lips to her forehead and brought her had around his
midriff, his other hand weaving through her hair. He had a feeling she was
going to ask – being left behind had been something that she fretted over. She
didn’t like feeling alone: it reminded her of everything she tried to banish
from her memory.
“Fair enough.” She shrugged a little.
“Not going to persuade me to let you?”
“Why try when it’s a valid point? Going out like this… it’ll
only make things worse. Even if I’m recovered from then it would be ideal to
sit it out, right?”
He could hear the tiniest hint of hurt. “Airlea, I wish you
could come along, too, but –“
“Noctis…” She looked up at him, hand on his cheek. Her
palm was warm and her tired smile was kind. “No need to beat yourself up over
it. I’ll just miss you more.”
“I’ll miss you more.”
“I think when you get back, we should go back to Lestallum
and have –“
“I think Ignis should drive and we can just be like this in
the back.” He grinned boyishly. “What says you?”
“I say maybe.”
“Depends how long you take.” She curled herself further into
him, legs becoming an entangled mess with his. Her breath ghosted over his neck
and he swallowed thickly. Woman, stop.
Just… stop being cute like this. He was dying and it appeared no one
could save him from this overload.
Hey honey 😍😍 Everytime you post a chapter and I read it, I stay more addicted! In this chapter I was feeling the fears of the the reader... Like she was afraid for being "the bad girl" when it's over... But I think that it was great that she helped him get through the situation! (I'm sorry if I didn't express myself well) I loved it as usual!! Love you Amy ❤ Waiting for Monday 💕💕
That’s good! I want you to be addicted to the series, because then you’ll be coming back to read for me, haha.
Believe me, the reader definitely has her share fair of fears and you’ll see them and understand her more as the story continues. You’ll also understand why she wants to help people. She’s not doing it because it’s Cody Christian, but because of the morals she believes in, regardless her morals on sleeping around, haha.
Anyways, as always, thank you for reading and leaving me such positive and sweet feedback, Steph. You are the greatest! Love ya! 😘
So I'm writing a story with a trans character in it and I was wondering if you've done anything or could do anything on how to write a trans character, being a cis person myself? I'm not trying to make a big deal out of them being trans, I just want to make sure I don't do anything that might offend people ...
I’d recommend interviews with teams people to understand their stories and what it’s really like. Just remember that the character is a person above all else.
why the fuck are you getting hate for sharing a personal experience with the intention of helping a teenage girl??? there was clearly manipulation involved and you should NOT feel at fault for what that guy did to you.
I don’t feel at fault at all, I just feel sad because some people failed to understand the message in the story I shared and are instead shaming me for having a sexual interaction with someone I was in love with.
Ah, anniversary jokes are so funny. Because chicks always hate it when you don't remember anniversaries! A plus gold very original
Mother in laws amirite?
My male character who is an author insert of myself pines after a woman I used to pine after in high school. Then they have sex. This is good literature.
Ugh female books are so romance filled
And girl fanfics, so mary suey
Now listen about this original middle aged man who is an expert in everything, suffers from ennui, looks like me, acts like me, and gets all the girls i want.
She was sexy in an alluring, boring way, filled with purple prose and riddled with objectification
If i make a female character parrot my misogynistic views, they cease to be misogynistic! Are you saying you don't respect my fake female characters opinions, feminists?
a good action girl is one who looks hot at all times
If the female main character got in an asskicking line, my work is Feminist with a capital F and no one can criticize me
Specifically White Male Writer:
Heroic tropes are so overdone. I'm going to create a boring white guy with stubble to be a completely original antihero no one has ever seen before TM.
It's original because he is a jerk who gets away with bad behavior, just like I wish i could.
Another Specifically White Male Writer:
It's in my universe to only have white men do things in my book. I mean, don't you care about historical accuracy
I mean, it's a generic fantasy verse with no real life time period equivalent and i haven't done any research, but i'm SURE that it's historically accurate. To that dark mideval dragon fighting europe period
Where in Europe? Who cares!
There is no better way to introduce a female character to a male character than by him saving her.
Characters hating each other is good sexual tension!
One female character and five male characters is a good team balance
If my female character chooses to act in a sexist tropey way, it's not sexist. In fact, because she CHOSE to do it, it is Feminist.
White filmmakers/whiteness in Hollywood is so funnyyyy. They love inserting themselves into stories that have absolutely nothing to do with them and I bet that’s why whitewashing of all these roles happen. And why are they so intent on whitewashing Asian roles?? Like why did we need an American version of Death Note starring white people??? Who asked for Scarlett Eyebrow Raise Johansson to be the Major in Ghost in the Shell? Why are they so selfish??????