the first time Jean allowed himself to enjoy a blue sky
the trojans had dragged him off to a picnic for “team bonding” and it was the first time he’d been allowed to look at the sky without Riko looming over him
the first time Jean felt the grass under his fingers
on that same picnic, while Laila and Alvarez were wrestling playfully nearby, Jean looked at the grass under the blanket and ran his hands over it and was in awe at how smooth it was
the first time Jean went to a party
the Trojans just won a game and wanted to celebrate, so of course they made Jean come along, and at first he’d been apprehensive, but then Jeremy grinned at him and it turned out to be not so bad
the first time Jean genuinely smiled
unsurprisingly, it was because of Jeremy, who made a stupid pun that Jean wanted to groan at, but he found it humorous somehow so he just… couldn’t help it
the first time Jean failed and didn’t beat himself up over it
the Trojans rarely lose a game, but sometimes Jean can’t stop a shot that should have been easy. One day he can’t block a shot and he’s surprised to realize he’s just thought “I’ll do better next time”
the first time Jean lets himself love
it’s not just Jeremy, but also Laila and Alvarez, who show him that love isn’t supposed to be painful or possessive or suffocating and who give him the courage to let the team love him
Writing books often exhort you to “write a shitty first draft,” but I always resisted this advice. After all,
I was already writing shitty drafts, even when I tried to write good ones. Why go out of my way to make them shittier?
A shitty first draft just kicks the can down the road, doesn’t it? Sooner or later, I’d have to write a good draft—why put it off?
If I wrote without judging what I wrote, how would I make any creative choices at all?
That first draft inevitably obscured my original vision, so I wanted it to be at least slightly good.
Writing something shitty meant I was shitty.
So for years, I kept writing careful, cramped, painstaking first drafts—when I managed to write at all. At last, writing became so joyless, so draining, so agonizing for me that I got desperate: I either needed to quit writing altogether or give the shitty-first-draft thing a try.
Turns out everything I believed about drafting was wrong.
For the last six months, I’ve written all my first drafts in full-on don’t-give-a-fuck mode. Here’s what I’ve learned so far:
“Shitty first draft” is a misnomer
A rough draft isn’t just a shitty story, any more than a painter’s preparatory sketch is just a shitty painting. Like a sketch, a draft is its own kind of thing: not a lesser version of the finished story, but a guide for making the finished story.
Once I started thinking of my rough drafts as preparatory sketches, I stopped fretting over how “bad” they were. Is a sketch “bad”? And actually, a rough draft can be beautiful the same way a sketch is beautiful: it has its own messy energy.
Don’t try to do everything at once
People who make complex things need to solve one kind of problem before they can solve others. A painter might need to work out where the big shapes go before they can paint the details. A writer might need to decide what two people are saying to each other before they can describe the light in the room or what those people are doing with their hands.
I’d always embraced this principle up to a point. In the early stages, I’d speculate and daydream and make messy notes. But that freedom would end as soon as I started drafting. When you write a scene, I thought, you have to start with the first word and write the rest in order. Then it dawned on me: nobody would ever see this! I could write the dialogue first and the action later; or the action first and the dialogue later; or some dialogue and action first and then interior monologue later; or I could write the whole thing like I was explaining the plot to my friend over the phone. The draft was just one very long, very detailed note to myself. Not a story, but a preparatory sketch for a story. Why not do it in whatever weird order made sense to me?
Get all your thoughts onto the page
Here’s how I used to write: I’d sit there staring at the screen and I’d think of something—then judge it, reject it, and reach for something else, which I’d most likely reject as well—all without ever fully knowing what those things were. And once you start rejecting thoughts, it’s hard to stop. If you don’t write down the first one, or the second, or the third, eventually your thought-generating mechanism jams up. You become convinced you have no thoughts at all.
When I compare my old drafts with my new ones, the old ones look coherent enough. They’re presentable as stories. But they suck as drafts, because I can’t see myself thinking in them. I have no idea what I wanted that story to be. These drafts are opaque and airless, inscrutable even to me, because a good 90% of what I was thinking while I wrote them never made it onto the page.
These days, most of my thoughts go onto the page, in one form or another. I don’t waste time figuring out how to say something, I just ask, “what are you trying to say here?” and write that down. Because this isn’t a story, it’s a plan for a story, so I just need the words to be clear, not beautiful. The drafts I write now are full of placeholders and weird meta notes, but when I read them, I can see where my mind is going. I can see what I’m trying to do. Consequently, I no longer feel like my drafts obscure my original vision. In fact, their whole purpose is to describe that vision.
Drafts are memos to future-you
To draft effectively, you need a personal drafting style or “language” to communicate with your future self (who is, of course, the author of your second draft). This language needs to record your ideas quickly so it can keep up with the pace of your imagination, but it needs to do so in a form that will make sense to you later. That’s why everyone’s drafts look different: your drafting style has to fit the way your mind works.
I’m still working mine out. Honestly, it might take a while. But recently, I started writing in fragments. That’s just how my mind works: I get pieces of sentences before I understand how to fit them together. Wrestling with syntax was slowing me down, so now I just generate the pieces and save their logical relationships for later.Drafting effectively means learning these things about yourself. And to do that, you can’t get all judgmental. You can’t fret over how you should be writing, you just gotta get it done.
Messy drafts are easier to revise
I find that drafting quickly and messily keeps the story from prematurely “hardening” into a mute, opaque object I’m afraid to change. I no longer do that thing, for instance, where I endlessly polish the first few paragraphs of a draft without moving on. Because how do you polish a bunch of fragments taped together with dashes? A draft that looks patently “unfinished” stays malleable, makes me want to dig my hands in and move stuff around.
You already have ideas
Sitting down to write a story, I used to feel this awful responsibility to create something good. Now I treat drafting simply as documenting ideas I already have—not as creation at all, but as observation and description. I don’t wait around for good words or good ideas. I just skim off whatever’s floating on the surface and write it down. It’s that which allows other, potentially better ideas to surface.
As a younger writer, my misery and frustration perpetuated themselves: suppressing so many thoughts made my writing cramped and inhibited, which convinced me I had noideas, which made me even more afraid to write lest I discover how empty inside I really was. That was my fear, I guess: if I looked squarely at my innocent, unvetted, unvarnished ideas, I’d see how bad they truly were, and then I’d have to—what, pack up and go home? Never write again? I don’t know. But when I stopped rejecting ideas and started dumping them onto the page, the worst didn’t happen. In fact, it was a huge relief.
ok so i was gonna fic this but it’s been sitting in my drafts half-written for months, so take this bullet point fic instead:
the foxes try to have a reunion of sorts every year or so
they don’t always make it but everyone puts in some type of effort to come
they all get together for real after the US Court announcements go out bc goddamn we need to celebrate this right??
everyone is just catching up, sharing news
dan and matt are married
nicky and eric are married
aaron and katelyn are married and expecting a kid
dan starts joking around bc ‘looks like everyone’s married except neil and andrew’
except it’s not really a joke bc to be honest, no one is quite sure if they are still, in fact dating. bc no paparazzi has caught them together yet which is like. unheard of in the exy world. if two professional players are fucking everyone knows like, instantly
and it’s been literally years
so there’s no way theyre still dating right?
(only Renee knows the truth bc they needed a witness)
(she’s the only one who gets a christmas card from them
(it’s a phone picture of andrew holding Sir and neil holding King. the cats are trying to escape. no one is smiling. it’s the background on her phone.)
anyway, neil when dan says that neil gets a Look in his eye
“hey andrew” he says.
“want to get married?”
everyone else: wait, you’re actually still dating?
neil internally: oh now we can Really fuck with them now
neil externally: no we’re not dating. haven’t been for years
nicky freaks out bc “I KNEW IT, IT WAS HATE SEX EVERYONE HERE OWES ME $200″
things calm down eventually and the topic moves on
that’s when neil goes in for the kill
“andrew, sweetheart, get me a beer?”
andrew, who knows exactly what’s going on: “sure thing babe” and kisses him on the way out
it’s mass chaos
as the rest of the foxes are screaming, nicky manages to say “wait you said you weren’t dating!”
andrew returns, handing neil his beer and planting a kiss on his head
epilogue: rip in peace to nicky who had to give back all that money and live on forever Renee who took all that money + $700 more
Story Summary: Soulmate AU. On your 21st birthday, you begin to hear the innermost thoughts of your soulmate. What will happen when your soulmate just so happens to be a drug addict struggling to recover? Did I mention that he may or may not be incredibly gay?
Warnings: Addiction, language, brief sexual content, drugs, emotional abuse, Bud being a fucking perv as usual and making women feel uncomfortable
A/N: Hi guys! I hope you all enjoy the first part of this, I know its a little slow, but i promise part 2 will have more TJ in it. Shout out to the glorious @plumfondler , without her, this would probably just be another unfinished story in my drafts. If you like it, let me know! I’m currently working on part 2.
You’re fine. You don’t need it.’
His voice was
something you’d grown used to over the past 5 years.
‘Maybe just a
little bump. Just a little one.’
Your soul-mate had
an issue with drugs, one that he was trying to overcome, and you’d
always get caught in his inner battle to stay sober.
You wished this
worked both ways, that you could talk him down from it, it seemed
like the only time he could hear you is when he was high.
That, or he was just
very good at ignoring you.
to be okay. You don’t need it. Just breathe.’ You thought,
closing your eyes and concentrating, as if doing that would make your
message more clear to him, but his voice rang through your mind
In which Sasuke has a certain denial about a certain someone
His tendency to look at her when she entered a room meant little.
He’d been doing that since he first met her, it could hardly count as evidence.
He hadn’t stopped watching the girl since…well, as far back as he could remember, he couldn’t stop watching her. He was as bad as her, in that respect. Though, he was technically worse considering she’d confessed at one point, and actually got a hopeful, not exactly favorable, but hopeful response…from his best friend.
(High school could’ve been better.)
Although, a confession may have been too much.
To say he liked her was most definitely an overstatement. It was a piqued interest at best. One which he shamefully couldn’t shake for eight whole years now.
The two had been close in nearly every aspect-family, neighborhood, school, friend group-so of course they came to be friendly out of convenience. Though the two themselves were never so tight-knit; they had few independent conversations, but were still close enough that their silences together were comfortable and undemanding. She was quiet in appearance and manners, but strangely distracting to him all the same. Yet even so, surely, based on this, Sasuke could never develop anything as serious as feelings for the girl.
Not at all, in fact. It makes sense he be aware of person he’s around a lot.
However, just for future provisions, it couldn’t hurt to reciprocate that intrigue as well.
Sasuke excelled in everything. He’d never had to try to make people like him, they just did. He figured since they were already friendly, he just had to be himself, but just a little bit more.
And by “more”, he meant better than Uzumaki Naruto.
It was a challenge in the athletic department, as well as certain club activities (though he surrendered bakery club to him) but he managed to surpass him.
The result? Not a damn thing.
He even ended up attracting the wrong attention. Every single time. She also seemed uniformed of his accomplishments whenever brought up later.
Every single time.
At that point he was fixated, be it pride or something else. While she on the other hand, couldn’t seem any less concerned.
Something like that wa-would be soul crushing if he in fact had feelings for her.
But he didn’t. He was simply interested, and she wasn’t. All there was to it.
And he didn’t question his stance on the matter when they ended up at the same university, sharing a couple classes. He didn’t question his stance when formal automatic greetings turned into comfortable conversation. He didn’t question his stance when he volunteered they study together because of their opposing strengths-he couldn’t quite understand how to ace a class in humanities, and she didn’t know how to quantify the physical plane. He didn’t question his stance when suddenly his dorm room became a more relaxing and quiet place for them to study than the library and vice versa. He certainly didn’t question his stance when late study nights turned to accidental sleepovers. His resolve didn’t even flinch when her fragrance was imbedded in the pores of fabric in his pillow.
Nor did it waver when obsidian eyes would catch pearlescent ones staring when she thought he wouldn’t notice; he always noticed, and onyx bore into lavender for longer than could be deemed platonically appropriate.
Not even slightly.
However, as Sasuke was right now, in the midst of his high school friends at Choji’s restaurant chatting about, and Hinata, seated next to him eating innocently with her right hand while conversing and giggling the whole night with the girls beside her, teasing his knee against his denim jeans with the pads of her fingers on her left, and resting the whole of her palm there rubbing occasional circles with her thumb…
Sasuke gulped down some water, the room seemed…hot, suddenly. Those circles were turning his mind to goo.
How had this happened? Was it the constant accidental brushes of skin while reaching for the soy sauce? His casual leaning in toward the other end of the table just to get a better smell of her new perfume? Or when her hand had prodded gently across his thigh when they’d both turned at the same moment, and both suddenly refused to look away?
Certainly had to be a culmination of the three. In any case, she hadn’t moved her hand, and Sasuke made no gesture to indicate he wanted her to. Rather he had scooched his seat in a little admitting her further access if she wanted.
And so she did.
However, he didn’t quite anticipate a simple hand gesture atop his thigh could have so much impact. It was sensual to every extent of the word. Her touch was just that at first; shy and yielding. Then Sasuke found himself craving more, and pushed his leg out slowly against hers. She’d eventually placed her whole palm lightly on him, glided it along his jeans. He was biting the inside of his cheek at this point. Her hand was comfortable where she had it, he could feel from the way she gripped slightly tighter when she laughed, drew patterns when she wasn’t talking, or even when her journey got playfully adventurous teasing due north. Sasuke, despite maintaining his stoic exterior with his chin resting in his palm, must’ve cooed or purred or made some incoherent sound of approval because she blushed incredulously even though her eyes were averted.
Sasuke questioned his stance knowing now it was flawed. He mulls it over, and decided he’ll concede that his piqued interest of 8 years was not limited to intangible affairs. He’ll also attribute the rising heat and dizziness to noise and large presence around him.
He nods, leaning further into her touch, that was it.
She grabs his attention when her hand shifts. It was almost like it was…reaching…further? He feels something in his groin tighten and instantly retracts that line of thought. The slight pitter-patter in his chest amplifies. She turns to him. “Are you okay, Sasuke-kun?”
He pauses for a brief second unsure of what she was asking or how to answer. Her eyes were perfectly concerned, scrunching slightly at the middle. Though he supposed he couldn’t see her as anything, but genuine and good.
He nods slightly too fast and assuredly reaching for his water again too on edge to look at her, unconsciously shifting in his chair.
“Yep.” He answered. As he drank, he looked over at her eyes slightly widening as he did, and saw something like uncertainty flash over her eyes. He opens his mouth to say something.
“Good.” She mutters with a small smile, and her hand melts away leaving him colder than before. He felt a pang at his heart, and cursed his idiocy.
He face palmed at his actions which facilitated the release of his now lonely knee, and the draft brushing against it. The air was brisk against after all that affection, and he gazed at her hand now toying with tablecloth. He winced, cursing himself at his flatness imagining how she might feel after venturing something like that.
Sasuke pauses a brief moment, and considers how he feels in the absence of her palm upon his knee, and the comfort that ensued with the whispering jitteriness in his chest.
He nods, denial slipping away from him.
Feelings. He definitely feels feelings.
He studied the soft, creamy skin on her hand, and tried to calculate a way in which he could interlace his with hers without drawing attention to either of them.
He does a quick scope of the table seeing everyone was preoccupied, and slowly reaches for her. He slightly hesitates before his hand climbs up the skin of her forearm, and trace themselves to interlock with her fingers.
He almost blanched when she pulled away.
“You don’t have to…uh, I’m sorry about that earlier.” She says red dusting her cheeks.
His eyebrows furrowed at her, and he felt the sudden urge to shake her. Instead he relaxes keeping her gaze, and slowly reached for her, taking her hand from the table and out of the view of the others interlocking their fingers-
“Sasukee~” He rolls his eyes at Naruto’s voice not bothering to acknowledge h-.
Not a second later. “Uchiha.” He grimaces at Neji’s cold tone of voice.
He supposed if it was Naruto and Neji with an attitude, it was reasonable cause to examine the issue. He looks over, unsuspectingly. “Hn?”
Neji had a look of utmost distrust on his face, chin cocked slightly north, arms folded. “What’s that you’re doing over there? With my cousin’s hand?”
The table became promptly silent.
He had a mind to look over at the girl, but instead loosened his grip on her hand waiting for her to pull away. He himself was unsure of what was transpiring between them tonight. He just knew he liked it, and Neji probably wouldn’t.
Thankfully, his chocolate haired friend came to Sasuke’s rescue. “Don’t ask such weird questions, Neji.”
Neji scoffs. “It’s only a weird question if what he’s doing is inappropriate.”
Kiba looks between Neji and the two of them. “What’s this weird stuff he’s goin’ on about Hinata?”
Shino looks over. “Don’t pressure her, Kiba. I appreciate when you’re honest with us, Hinata-chan.”
“What type of-I know that nonsense came from a book.” He snidely comments.”What he means to say is let us know if Uchiha needs his ass kicked.”
Sasuke rolls his eyes at the drunkard.
“Ooh, guys. Spill.” Ino commands.
“I’m slightly confused.” Naruto states with a raised hand.
Hinata clears her throat. She starts, “Sasuke was just handing me napkins, and asked a question about some of the marks on my hands. He wasn’t doing anything…inappropriate.”
Neji nods clearly unconvinced, but Lee wasn’t finished with his demonstrations of new moves he’d learned, the bickering between friends followed with gossip seemed to take precedence over the improbable assumption of an already skeptical and protective Neji Hyuga.
Their hands came to be unlocked, but he saw Hinata stifle a smile in the corner of his eyes while he masked his own smirking.
They head back to campus, commuting on the train. He leans forward, and grabs her hand boldly now, wrapping it around his own, leaning back with a sigh. Her hand just fit too well with his. belonged with his, molded to it really.
“Just us, next time.” He says voicing his thoughts.
“It’s always…just us.” She says into a chuckle.
Sasuke’s lip twitched rubbing his chin. “I have feelings for you.” He says swinging an arm around her shoulder.
Sure thing. In a nutshell, after rolling up your attributes (everything in Traveller is randomly generated), your character starts out as an 18-year-old with no skills or resources to speak of, and you have to pick a career path. Early versions of the game assumed that all player characters would be military veterans, so various types of military service were the only options available, while later iterations add post-secondary education, civilian career paths, and even being a “wanderer” (read: space pirate).
Your character’s life is then divided into four-year terms, and you play each term out as a simple minigame to determine what you learned, what you experienced - and yes, whether you survived. As you can imagine, there are lots of random tables. In the earliest versions of the game, blowing your survival roll simply means that your character is dead, so there’s a tension between staying in longer in order to gain more skills, and the risk of blowing a roll and having to start over. Later versions of the game offer a variety of potential consequences for failing a survival roll, including scandal, imprisonment, or simply being horribly maimed.
Here - I’ll walk us through a basic example right now. For reference, I’m using the second Mongoose Publishing edition of the game (there are several) - you can find a bit of prior discussion on that subject here.
What exactly is the economic system in the Wings of Fire universe? I feel like it would be kinda like a free market because of the street vendors in possibility and the scorpion den, but so far I haven’t seen any evidence of merchants outside of the desert-like areas of Phyrria. Obviously wealth and money plays into things since the sky kingdom is described as being decorated with a ton of gold “as a display of wealth” in book one… So that shows that there’s a form of currency or a way to seem rich, meaning that there IS a sort of economic system, because if there was no sense of value in things how would they be able to show off their wealth and power? So does that mean “treasures” like gemstones and precious minerals/ores are traded for goods like a barter system? I remember Whirlpool mentioning they were charging “an emerald apiece” for people to attend the latest scroll-reading, and Coral responded that she “wanted to reach the eel-eating masses too”. So obviously there’s some sort of a market system going on in several tribes, and it seems like gemstones or other valuable trinkets are a form of currency…
But what about the Mudwings who fend for themselves? Or the rainwings that live in the rainforest? And we can’t forget the icewings, although it seems like they fend for themselves as well. How “strong” are they compared to the other tribes in terms of economy? Do they trade with outside tribes or within their own tribes as well or are they just self-sufficient? If they did trade they probably wouldn’t use gemstones, since those are quite rare…. maybe they would use ores or exotic fruits? I remember the rainwing merchant in Darkstalker: Legends showing up every once in a while to sell rare fruits from the rainforest, so it seems pretty likely that they’d use their food source as a currency.
It’s obvious that various dragons have jobs and professions- Mastermind is a scientist, guards and soldiers, the seawings in that undersea workshop making harnesses, and the Old Night Kingdom had numerous teachers. Do they get paid for their services? Obviously Mastermind didn’t (or his “payment” was being able to hunt whenever he wanted to, like Morrowseer) but Darkstalker:Legends mentioned Clearsight hoping her family could afford a better living space with the extra money she got for being the Queen’s official seer.
So considering the evidence shown it’s pretty likely that the tribes that are (or were) involved in either their tribe’s economy or other tribes’ economies used a barter and trade system, seeing as the rainwing was selling fruit and gemstones are traded for goods and services. Maybe the use of gemstones is recent and all the tribes used to trade goods for other goods? Who knows. This is such a small part of the WOF universe but I REALLY hope Tui expands on it for fanfiction writers and artists alike so we would know how a merchant would sell their wares.
what i say: oh yeah u could say i like the rvb s9 soundtrack
what i mean: [kicks a trashcan] BACK IN BLACK HARD AS STONE [throws a rock] NEED NO FRIENDS WORK ALONE [does a flip] 3 ON 1 BUT THEY SHOULDA SENT 4 [executes a perfect split] EVERY TIME U GET UP BACK ON THE FLOOR [swan dives off a cliff]
(Hey guys! So I’ll be gone for a couple of days, and I won’t be back till Monday.
I’ll have my phone with me, but I’m not 100% sure if I’ll be able to get online with it. I hope to be more active when I come back, since I’ve been really missing this muse and I feel like I should try and reach out with him a bit more.
Anyway, this is just a heads up if you end up wondering where I am for the next couple of days.)
“Hey, T,” you respond, moving all of your stuff off the empty desk beside you to make space for T’Challa to sit. He sidesteps a couple of people standing in his way, leaning out of harm’s way when someone swings their arm out without realizing he’s there and slides into the desk with ease. His movements are as catlike and agile as you remember.
“I must admit, I was pretty nervous when Hill said she was choosing who was going to read over our drafts.” He reaches into his backpack and pulls out a folder. It’s black, which doesn’t surprise you; it’s safe to say that black is his favorite color. “But when she called my name after yours, I felt like I could breathe again.”
Every now and then, I get in a bit of a spell where I lack motivation and inspiration to write. When I get into the mindset that nothing I write is good enough/just plain shit, I just like to read, refuel my brain with new ideas and when I read a really good fic that gives me that new inspiration and help me continue the fics in my drafts, I feel so much better about my writing. I’ve decided that every time I get in this funk, I’m going to share my list of fics that help me get out of it, help me continue my stories and give me new kinds of ideas. These fics and the people who wrote them are AMAZING and shouldn’t go unnoticed in my eyes, so I’m going to share them. And to anyone I feature in this post, thank you for your dedication and talents. You’ve helped me write when I’m down, out of it, or just plain bored with your works.
Without further ado, here my first ever, “Fics I Didn’t Know I Needed”.
Innocent Doctor (Spencer Reid) by @crimindsaspe - Holy shit, this one’s good. I’ve always liked the idea of Dom!Spencer, and this is just perfect. The way you describe how he’s different around the team versus the reader is just… Bravo Shannon. Bravo. This was such a turn on (that sounds creepy oops), I can’t wait for more chapters. Part Two
Tale As Old As Time Ch 1: Provincial Life(Spencer Reid) by @beautiful-bau-beau - This is so beautifully written, and I adore the fact that you’re doing a take on the fairytale. I’m always thinking about putting the characters in another story/situation, but nothing like this. Absolutely wonderful. I’m really looking forward to this one!
Long Way Down (Spencer Reid) by @bookofreid - This was equally sad and charming. The way it’s written gave me chills. Just some absolutely wonderful writing, the kind of writing anyone would aspire to accomplish. It’s just plain beautiful.
Dishwasher Safe (Spencer Reid) by @criminal-minds-fanfiction - I read this way back when it was first posted, and I’ve gone back to it and reread it a few times because that’s just how much I love it. Flustered Spencer is the cutest and Sub!Spencer is everything. So hot and so good omg.
Penelope and Derek’s Matchmaking Service (Spencer Reid) by @huh-imagine-that - This one is also a bit older, but can I just say, cuteness overload!!! It’s another one I go back to and just enjoy to read every time. Just a fluffy little fic for when you’re down, it really helps bring you up!
The Ultimate Test (Spencer Reid) by @hanny-bananny - Oh. My. Gosh. Just so beautiful. The flow of this is wonderful and amazing. I wrote one similar to this, but mine I feel hardly compares to yours. This is the epitome of a beautiful disaster, because it’s sad but the way you wrote it is just too marvelous. Well done.
Secrets and Lies (Spencer Reid) by @criminal-minds-fanfiction - This is what a call a fan fic. The idea is new, the story is told incredibly and it’s definitely something you’d go back again and again to binge read. Scandalous, cute, angsty. It’s a little bit of everything. **Bonus: Help! Not Just Anybody is a continuation, which Cherry has just finished, and binge reading this series has become a regular thing for me. So, so good.
Becoming Real (Spencer Reid x Luke Alvez) by @dontshootmespence - This one will hit you right in the fucking feels if you’re all about fluffy Spence fics. Even if you’re not a huge fan of the ship, this is still just plain amazing and 100% worth the read. I can never get enough of your work, I come back to SO many of your fics, but this one is sooo so good. Kudos.
So there you have it. This was the first installment of “Fics I Didn’t Know I Needed”. These won’t come often, but every time I read a good one or I just can’t get words down or I’m just like ‘hey, I should tell someone about this,’ I’m going to add them to my list. I highly recommend everyone read all of these and if you aren’t already, follow everyone mentioned because they are all beautiful human beings and they write some amazing things and they all fucking deserve it.
And once again to anyone mentioned, thanks for writing and being awesome inspiration. It’s fics like these that make it easier to write!
I’m sure by now most of you have heard of NaNo, or National Novel Writing Month. NaNo is an annual writing event in which participants aim to write a novel (or 50,000 words) inside a single month. A lofty goal, and one a lot of us simply can’t manage. The Six Month Novel Project is designed to give people a little more time. Six months to be exact. Six months to write a novel. From concept to first draft.
Okay, but what is it really:
Mostly I’m just looking for a little accountability and structure to get my second novel written and I thought, while I was at it, I might as well run a bit of a workshop and take people along for the ride. Misery loves company, after all.
Need something a little more concrete:
Let me lay it out for you. You have a novel in you. But figuring out where to start and how to stay on track isn’t exactly easy. And that’s why I started the Six Month Novel Project. Together we’re going to take that single spark of inspiration and flesh it out into a workable story.
During the first month, we’re going to do some planning. This will mean getting to know our characters, building our worlds, and plotting our story. During this time the Six Month Novel Project will be here to guide you through the process. We’ll assign weekly tasks and provide all the resources you need to get the job done. By the time we reach the writing phase, you should have working outline of where you want your story to go, realistic characters that move the story forward, and a fully fleshed out world for your characters to live in.
Once we have the bones of your story, we’re going to start writing. We’ll spend the next four months getting your story onto paper. The Six Month Novel Project will guide you through this process too. There will be weekly word count checks and an opportunity for participants to share their successes. We’ll help guide you through writer’s block, and provide tips and tricks to help improve your writing. You can even ask us questions.
We’ll spend our last month cleaning up our first drafts. But don’t worry, we won’t abandon you there. The Six Month Novel Project is designed to get you from concept to first draft, so if you want to leave at that point you’re welcome to, but we’re in this for the long haul.
After our six months are up, we’ll show you how to revise and edit your first draft into a second draft. We’ll then help you seek out critique so that you can strengthen your second draft into a third. Finally, we’ll help you polish your manuscript into a final draft, including getting the formatting right.
Once that’s done, we’ll help you navigate the world of getting your novel published. We’ll show you how to write a query letter, discuss the benefits of seeking out an agent vs approaching a publisher on your own. We’ll research markets and even touch on self publishing your manuscript.
This is a big commitment. You can expect to be working on this for upwards of a year, but I’m committed to seeing this through and would love it if people decided to join me.
Where and when:
@the-six-month-novel is the where. The when is August 1, 2017. Our schedule will look something like this:
April/May: Polishing/Finding your manuscript a home
This whole process is designed to be spread over time, so that you can do things like work that full time job or finish that degree or take that vacation, all while writing in your free time. We’ll help you through that too, with tricks like setting aside dedicated hours, or learning to write anywhere/any-when without setting the mood.
This is a very realistic goal. One we can definitely accomplish. And by the end of it, you’ll have a novel. Whether it’s your first or fortieth, we can get you there.
Be sure to check back with us in July as we get setup for the August 1st launch date. In the meantime, happy writing.
@nekosmuse writes both professionally and fannishly. She has written dozens of short stories, hundreds of fanfictions, and had her first novel published in 2014. This by no means makes her an expert, but she’s very good at pretending she is.
Request: I love love love your writing! could I have a Steve or Bucky imagine where the reader is an avenger who is captured by hydra and turned into a female winter soldier to get back at the avengers? the team doesn’t know Steve/Bucky likes the reader until they see how distraught he is. Can it have a happy ending?💖
A/N: Decided to go with Steve since I haven’t done a Steve imagine since Halloween… At first I thought I could maybe write the imagine with both Bucky and Steve in it with two different endings, but… chickened out. Also, I need to get these imagines done soon, I’m stressing over having them in my drafts for too long. Sorry for taking so long, I hope you all understand. So, the reader is not as shaken up as you’d probably expect her to be but the thing is I wrote this one three part series called Captured a while back and the reader’s going through a lot and I just didn’t feel like repeating that and just wanted to get this done asap. It ended up being so long and I hope this one is good enough. (Also, I’ve got to stop it with these long A/N’s) No requests for second part, please.
(Okay, it’s been like 80 years since I’ve written anything and I’m really sorry. School and life has been a bit hectic. I thought I would have two weeks off from school before summer classes started, but I was wrong. I start another semester on Monday. I was really lacking the motivation to write even though there’s so much I actually want to write! Anyway @disneygirl2202 requested this and I just want to say thank you for being so patient with me and I really hope you enjoy it! (ps the title is a Doctor Who reference because Amy and Rory will always be my faves.)
Together Or Not At All
“Will you two give it a rest already!” you hear Scott
yell from the living room.
“If Y/N would be reasonable, we wouldn’t be arguing!”
“And if you would just hear me out…”
Your words come to a halt as Scott storms into the
kitchen and slams his fist against the table.
You and Alex both shocked, turn to face him.
The usually calm younger brother was now upset.
Scott straightens up and unballs his fist before
“You two have done nothing but argue since I’ve been
here.” Scott says before he pauses for a moment.
You can see the hurt in his expression as he
“Alex, you’re being drafted. You only have a few days
left before you leave and this isn’t how I was expecting to spend them with
you. With the both of you.”
Since Scott had arrived, you and Alex have barely acknowledged
him. The both of you too caught up in fighting to even focus on anything else.
And it only made the pair of you feel worse.
Alex was being drafted to fight in a war and you were
planning to join him.
The possibility that Scott wouldn’t only be losing his
brother, but you as well were finally dawning on the both of you.
“For my sake, can you please just stop fighting.” His
voice faltering as he gets the words out.
Neither you or Alex have a chance to reply before
Scott walks out the kitchen.
The silence that fills up the room between you and
Alex is unbearable.
One of you needs to say something before this quickly
turns back into an argument.
So, you take a deep breath before walking over in Alex’s
“Will you just listen to me. Hear me out on this, please.”
You tell him as you reach for his hand.
Alex doesn’t want to have this conversation with you.
He’s told you already that he doesn’t want you to follow him into this.
Pressing the idea of “Wouldn’t it better and safer for you if you just stayed
home and looked out for Scott.” until he returned.
“Do you remember what you said when you gave me this?”
you ask him as you point to the ring on your finger.
“Do you remember?” you ask him again before he nods
his head yes.
“Of course I remember.”
“You told me, that no matter what you’d be by my side.
You said you’d follow me into battle or war without a second thought, and I
told you I’d do the same.”
“There are no buts about this Alex. You and I made a
promise to each other and from that day until our last I intend to keep to it.”
Alex sighs before he reaches for your hand and places
a kiss on your ring finger. He pulls you in closer to him as he rests his
forehead against yours.