silence-falls

Of the things we fashioned for them that they might be comforted, dawn is the one that works. When darkness sifts from the air like fine soft soot and light spreads slowly out of the east then all but the most wretched of humankind rally. It is a spectacle we immortals enjoy, this minor daily resurrection, often we will gather at the ramparts of the clouds and gaze down upon them, our little ones, as they bestir themselves to welcome the new day. What a silence falls upon us then, the sad silence of our envy.
—  John Banville, from The Infinities (Vintage, 2011)
Favourite fics I’ve written!

@pantstomatch tagged me! She tagged me in this post over here, in which she lists her favourites of the stories she’s written, and since EVERYTHING SHE’S WRITTEN is my favourite thing she’s written you should go use that as a rec post.

Okay?

Okay.

Hmm. Things I have written that I like. Hmm.

Filed Away: H50, Steve/Danny, kinda h/c

I like this one because although it’s the only fic I’ve written for H50, and although it’s under 2000 words, y’know what? I nailed the voice. For all my writerly angst about how much I suck at a)long fic and b) plot, this is evidence that I can do impressions with the best of them.

Nomenclature: MCU, Bucky/Bruce

So @dont-mess-with-the-pancreas has this gorgeous skill of writing incredible character development into the silences that fall around words, and that’s something that I really admire. I don’t necessarily do it well here - I’m not sure I always got across what I was meaning to say - but this was my attempt. And some of the metaphors are pretty.

Tattoo artist!Derek: Teen Wolf, Stiles/Derek

This was not very noticed, which I was kinda disappointed about because I THOUGHT IT WAS REALLY PRETTY OK. Um… I don’t always do well at the fandom voice. For all that I can mimic character voice, the fic I write doesn’t really sound… like… fanfic does? But this fic sounds most like me of any of my fic, I think.

Sandcastles: Good Omens, Aziraphale/Crowley and Wensleydale/Brian

Written for @irisbleufic and the Good Omens Exchange, there are parts of this that were influenced by Kraken by China Mieville. I like this mostly because I wrote two epilogues, and in one of them I got the way I see Wensleydale and Brian down perfectly. I also just love writing a grown up version of the Them, bickering and interacting in much the same way as when they were kids. I was proud of this.

Five Totems That Didn’t Stick (and one thing to remember): Inception, Arthur/Eames

This isn’t so much about the writing - which is fun yes, and gives good character voice, but I fucked up the ending something rotten - as it is about the fact that I had this in notes for about five years before I finished it. And given my appalling track record for finishing ANYTHING, I was proud.

(I’d have put the 9000 words of Kowalski/Lestrade - crossover pairing of my crossover heart - if I’d actually done enough to put it anywhere. Sigh.)

I tag @dont-mess-with-the-pancreas, @theragnarokd, @fahye, @thewinterotter and anyone else who’d like a go. :D

anonymous asked:

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SUPER IMPORTANT QUESTION. I wanna write a letter to JKRowling, to where do I send it to? and how long does it usually take her to answer? and if i ask her questions about harry potter will she answer them or no? :D

There are two addresses you can send letters to and the only thing that matters is which one would be cheapest on you postage-wise, because all fanmail gets forwarded directly to her office, anyway (an address the general public is not privvy to):

If you live in or around the US:

JK Rowling c/o Arthur A Levine Books

557 Broadway

New York, NY 10012

If you live in or around the UK:

JK Rowling c/o Bloomsbury Publishing

38 Soho Square

London

W1V 5DF

UK

I wouldn’t expect an immediate response. Sometimes it can take several months for her to get back to you. She’s a very busy woman and your letter won’t be the only one she has to reply to.

As far as whether or not she’ll answer questions, I can’t say because (unfortunately) I’m not Jo. But it’s never hurt anyone to try so my advice is: ask as many questions as you want, as long as you remember to thank her somewhere in there.

Good luck!

-Ashley

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So without any exams to stress over, I managed to finish the conversion of Silence Falls. Corrected some mistakes, scrapped a small mini storyline that lead into Madness Reigns that ended up going nowhere, and now it’s also in third person. I love the Dark Brotherhood…

Tripping Over Invisible Bodies?

I’m a fan of the series Doctor Who. I watch every new episode when it comes out, and rewatch all the rest on OnDemand. One of my favorite Episodes has to do with the killing of the Silence. Everyone’s just hypnotized to kill and not remember it afterwards. An explanation for why people don’t remember anything when they space out or have a memory lapse. I talked to a couple of friends about it, and we all thought “What happens to the bodies if no one is aware they’re there?”…Then I tripped over nothing. That must be it, people aren’t clumsy, they’re just tripping over the corpses of the Silence. :P

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***i bet y'all didn’t think you were gonna get an imagine tonight did you? 😉 I made this to where she was established and had narcotics as a income as well because they wouldn’t just get involved with a petty drug dealer selling grams ya feel me 😂💅🏽 ***

“How much was this last shipment?” “Thirty kilos.”

Jax nodded and took a drag from his cigarette while you stood and walked to the bar, heels clicking against the marble. After pouring yourself and him some Jameson, you sat beside him again and sipped at your glass, a comfortable silence falling over the two of you. It was broken after a minute by the blonde.

“You know, I just wanted to say thank you for doing this for us. I don’t feel like I’ve ever really sat down and thanked you. You really helped us out of a bind with this partner ship. We were in too deep, way over our heads. If it weren’t for you…I don’t know where we’d be. My club and I really want to make sure you know how appreciative we are for you helping us out.”

You smiled and reached over to pat his knee.

“Don’t worry about it Jackson. You guys helped me too. I needed the extra muscle.”

Nero had gotten in contact with you one day, asking if you’d be willing to do some friends of his a favor. He’d been a family friend growing up and had always looked out for you so helping him was never an issue. Helping someone you were unfamiliar with on the other hand, that wasn’t something that you liked to do. You’d worked hard for your money, hustling from a young age and working your way up the ladder to where you were now, a young woman with a couple of businesses under her belt. Coke was the most lucrative, brought in the most money at the steadiest rate. It also brought the most heat though and adding someone into the mix wasn’t what you wanted to do but Nero had pleaded. They were stuck financially and needed some support, just until they could get back onto their feet.

They’d gotten involved with a cartel and that had proved to be one of their biggest mistakes. They’d struggled to get out of the deal and had finally escaped the hold, tired and bloody. They still had stacking debts though and now they had no way to pay it back and so Nero had came to you. You didn’t hand out charity, you were too smart for that, and so in exchange for loaning them the money, all you asked was that Jax have his club provide extra protection and manpower for you. It was a small price to pay for the near 300k you’d be forking out over the next couple months to them.

You’d been working together now for about 4 months now and had quickly learned that he was a sound business partner. He kept his word, was patient and didn’t hassle you or bring any extra heat. He had some of his guys stay in your warehouse and front to provide extra protection, Happy and Tig going out as your debt collectors and enforcers, and Juice helping out with all of the money transfers through wiring. You’d all developed a steady partnership and before long, you could honestly say that they’d become your friends. You trusted them and they trusted you.

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“Why don’t you just tell her you like her before your eyes fall out of your head?”

Juice looked away from you and over at Chibs and Tig who were now standing beside him, looking down at him with smirks. Juice huffed and looked away, glancing back over at you as you spoke to Jax.

“Yeah right. She’s doesn’t like me. She likes Jax.”

Chibs snorted and clapped a rough hand on Juice’s shoulder before walking around and coming to side next to him.

“They’re business partners. They’ll always interact more than the rest of us. But this deal of ours is coming to a close. You don’t wanna lose your chance.” Tig quickly chimed in. “I doubt she’ll wanna let you go though, you’re her favorite nerd. I mean who else is gonna update her flash player for her?”

Chibs and Tig laughed as Juice grumbled, growing more annoyed but the minute. He did like you but he doubted you liked him and he wasn’t about to embarrass himself when you rejected him. The guys wouldn’t let up though, throwing little jabs throughout the past week, trying to get him to ask you out. They’d been teasing him repeatedly and he was sure they just wanted for you to say no so they could never let him hear the end of it. But what if you said yes? You’d been hanging out the last few nights, having him fixing some software for you and show you how to use it for when they left and you seemed to enjoy having him around. He was so out of your league though and if he was honest, you intimidated him a bit. Your red lipstick and sleek black heels, even the way you walked oozed confidence, which was the exact opposite of him.

He was pulled out of his thoughts as Jax walked out of the room with you and smirked, seeing Juice watching you. “What’s on your mind Juicy?” The boys laughed as Juice blushed but you didn’t notice, walking over to the fancy mirror on the wall to touch up your makeup. The three of them began to push and shove him in your direction, taunting him quietly and finally he took a deep breath, walking over towards you. He hesitantly approached you, one hand grabbing the back of his neck as he looked down at the floor.

“Uh, hi.” “Hey Juice.”

You glanced over at him through the mirror and smiled before you continued to move a piece of you hair.

“I was just wondering if, uh, if you would like to maybe go out for coffee or lunch or something sometime.”

At that your smile fell and you turned around, facing him completely with a cautious look on your face. His eyes widened and he backtracked immediately.

“I mean you don’t have to of course, I was just thinking. You totally don’t have to if you don’t want to. Even though you know that, I’m just saying.”

Juice cringed, his face and ears going red in his embarrassment as his brothers snickered from behind him. You continued to watch him, your face as stoic and intimidating as ever until you smirked.

“Do you like me Ortiz?”

He opened and closed his mouth , not knowing which answer was the right one and before he knew it, you’d taken the extra 3 steps that put you nose to nose and you repeated your question, this time lightly grasping his chin to keep his eyes on you and not the floor.

“Do you like me?”

He didn’t trust his voice so he simply nodded and your smirk broadened, your fingers slipping from his jaw. You nodded as well like you understood but said nothing and laughed, Juice feeling like a complete idiot. Of course a girl like you wouldn’t want to go on a date with him. Why would you? He tried to will down the redness in his cheeks as you walked away from him, back into your office, the guys standing there trying to stifle their laughter. He watched through the glass walls as you pulled your purse from your desk and walked back out, over towards the exit. Before you walked out though, you looked back at Juice over your shoulder.

“Well come on. I thought you were gonna take me on a date?”

Glancing over at Jax, Tig and Chibs, he saw that their jovial smiles had all disappeared and they were now looking with dropped jaws. Juice grinned widely and jogged over to you, holding open the door as the two of you walked out.

“Yes ma'am.”

Imagine Solas after he creates the veil.

 Imagine a great force ripping through and out of him, taking all that he has and more and creating a blanket of suffocating weight so profound that he cannot blink, cannot see past the tears. He cannot breath though his mouth is open, the sound of it is deafening, as though a mighty door is swinging shut and in it’s absence is ringing silence.

 Imagine him falling to the ground, the weight of what he has done as physically repressive as this wall between him and the world he has known all his life, a wall he created. 

He is hollow and the silence does not remain. 

 He can hear distant screams, his own soldier’s or the enemies’, he cannot say.
They are far off and he is alone in the hollowed throne room as the foundation shakes and walls crumble from the impact of magic that has been torn out of him.

 Through the screams he can hear shouts of his name in anger, in fear and in plea. 

The ruined stone work of a balustrade supports him as he crawls towards the doors, one hanging from it’s hinges.

 The throne behind him splinters under the weight of a collapsing buttress and he swings his head back to look. Tarasyl'an Te'las is collapsing from within, the walls that had held his army in this final push would be nothing but ash and dust soon.

A fitting punishment” he whispers and he can barely hear himself over a subsonic explosion from beyond the broken doors. 

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