sorry this edit is so different from my usual ones but I wanted to try something different

Character Arcs Continued

Make sure you remember part one (x)

Please Note: This is absolutely not the only version of the character arc that you will ever see. There are certainly different versions where the points vary, but I chose to explain this one as it has points in common with many others and it is easy to follow.

Every important character should have an arc that carries alongside the plot. This adds a layer of complexity and shows growth in your character. Though roles and patterns are made to be broken, one of the most accepted structures for a character arc looks something like this. Let’s break it down.

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anonymous asked:

How about a blurb where harry shows his girlfriend how he edits/records a song etc? it could be cute/fluffy/smutty ??

I could hear the soft rumble of bass coming from the basement the moment I opened the front door which meant one thing.  Harry was downstairs in the studio.  Usually I avoided going down there when he was in creative mode.  I didn’t want to bother him or get in the way.  He always used to tell me how hard it was for him to get going on an idea so I didn’t want to take him out of the zone.

But today, today was different.  I had spent the morning arguing with my mother about living in Harry’s house even though we weren’t married.  She was a southern belle and you “just didn’t do that” where she came from.

The afternoon was a series of one meeting after another where the males in my company felt it necessary to speak to me as if I were stupid.

And somewhere in the middle was a lunch that I spilled on myself after the fork went through they styrofoam.

I needed comfort, closeness, familiarity.

I needed Harry.

Was it selfish?  To go downstairs and interrupt him just because I’d had a bad day?  It was.  I admit it.  But I just needed a few minutes of cuddling while he kissed my hair and held me close.  I promised myself I’d go right back upstairs and leave him alone.

I crept down the stairs as silently as possible, making my way to the door.  I heard the playback of a song he had probably just laid down the voice track for.  Perfect timing for me to get in and get out.

I knocked twice,


“Come on in, Love.”  He said without hesitation.

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hi, i’m gonna show you how i coloured the training scene gifs from this gifset bcs i know it’s a god damn struggle to get that stupid magenta red blue out of Magnus face and i know this may not be the perfect colouring for it yet but!!! i want to share it with you guys!! 

i’ll show you how to go from this

to this!

the tutorial is under the cut :) 

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anonymous asked:

hey adrienne i really love all your comics, and it makes me wanna make more of my own. do you have any tips on staying motivated and structuring the overall comic (story/pages/etc) ? thank you !

Thank you so much!!!

And hmmmm, I guess my way of staying motivated is… giving myself strict deadlines? hmmmm ill just go over how I write a comic and maybe you’ll pick a tip or two hopefully


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an imagine in which good ole suggy boy gets a little jealous

Word Count: 1,750

Rating: PG-13

Getting a hey, you busy? text from Jack Maynard was never a good sign. You responded with a no, and he replied back quickly with a plea for video help and an offer of free lunch.

“Hey babe?” You called out across the flat. 

“Yeah?” Joe called back from his office. 

“Do we have any plans for the day? Jack wants help filming over at his.”

“Not really, no. Does he need you like right now? I’ll be done editing in a few hours and I can go with you.” Joe offered, rolling his chair to the doorframe. He seemed a bit off, but you didn’t push it. Joe always told you if something was wrong in his own time.  

“He seemed pretty urgent, I think he wants to upload tonight. I shouldn’t be long, and I should be home for dinner. I can cook if you want!”

“Nah, I’ll cook tonight and film a gaming video while you’re out. Just text me when you get there safe, yeah?” Joe gave you a smile and came over to give you a goodbye kiss before heading back into his office. 

You called an uber and gathered your things, and you were at Jack’s flat before you knew it. You let yourself in, announcing yourself as you entered.

“Y/N!” Jack grinned, coming over and scooping you up in a hug as soon as you were in the doorway. You hugged him back with a laugh. You’d missed him, and the rest of the boys, since it’d been a while since you’d all gone out together.

The rest of the afternoon consisted of catching up, grabbing a quick nandos and setting up everything for the video.

“So what’re we filming today?”

“I wanna do another tinder message video, but I need someone to go through and react to them. Kinda like what Joe and Zoe did, but you give me advice on how to pick up girls as well. And seeing that you’re one of the few females I know that I haven’t actually met on tinder, I wanted you to do it.”

“Oh hell yes, let’s go,” you grinned, already excited. Jack was probably who you were closest with out of all the other boys, so you were excited to finally get a chance to be nosy.

It didn’t take long for the video to get rolling, and you were loving every second of it. It was as if the camera wasn’t there, and you were just helping your mate out, and embarrassing him at any chance you got. You gave him some legitimate advice, talking about all the good things that Joe did as a boyfriend, and how it made your relationship so fun and easy. Filming went smoothly, and you kept him company whilst he edited. He only had one request before you left. 

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Reggie Mantle x Reader - Loners

anonymous asked:

Can you do a Reggie imagine that’s just a lot of fluff? Please and thank you!

Reggie Mantle x reader


Word Count: 3,039

There you sat, looking across the quad. He never seemed to really be enthralled in conversations at his table. Always looked like he had other things on his mind. Maybe he followed the herd, but there always seemed more to him. There was more to Reggie Mantle.

Your back was against a tree, slowly picking at your lunch while reading a book. Your continuous lunchtime routine. It was easier to not have friends. No drama, no worries about being something you weren’t. Lonely maybe but it could have been worse. You were just too different for most people, you felt older in a way. As if you knew that there was much more than typical high school drama waiting for you in years to come. While others, like Chuck - who sat beside Reggie, thrived on their high school experience, you looked forward to a life of your own beyond the one with your family. The family that didn’t really feel like one.

You heard a giggle. Your eyes drew to another table. A table filled with friends and lovers who seemed to have it all together. A friendly blonde with a brutish outsider and a red head football star with a raven haired city girl. While you wondered what it would be like to have that, someone to get you, you figured that you weren’t one to be noticed.

You read a few more pages until you heard Chuck making remarks to Cheryl as she passed by. You saw Reggie’s face - it seemed a little mad in a way. That he didn’t reciprocate Chuck’s approach to women. He tried looking away and caught your eye. You gave a breath and went back to your book. No, there was nothing to look forward to besides the future.

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Masquerade III: The Rules of the Game – Part 4 (Jungkook x Reader x another BTS member)

One must know the rules of the game, in order to come and play.

!! If you haven’t, please read the first two sagas in this series: MASQUERADE & Masquerade II !! [There will be spoilers if you read this story first.]

Summary: With Club Masquerade’s original hosts “graduating” one at a time, it’s up to the newcomers to pick up the slack and keep the customers happy. And who better to take the reins than the notorious Red Mask’s prodigy, Jeon Jungkook. But things become a bit difficult when you come into the picture, with your desire to do research on the rules of love and dating through your experience with your host. Will Jungkook be able to satisfy your curiosities… or will someone else?

Jungkook x Reader x BTS member [Read on to find out who >:P] (ft. Jimin & Hoseok)
CEO au, Host au, Cop!Kook au
Fluff & Smut

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 (Finale)

A/N: Hey everyone ~ this is a bit long so I put a “Keep Reading” link so let me know if it isn’t working ^^ Enjoy :D

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

Originally posted by pikakira7x

          Jungkook glanced over at you curiously as you were intently immersed in a stack of papers. He had been given a filing job to organize the different client folders; something simple since he was still fairly new, but he wondered what you were doing to look so serious. You always looked serious and in deep thought, but this was more than usual.

           "Jungkook.“ You called and he flinched, wondering if you had noticed him staring.


           "My eyes are starting to hurt.“ You rubbed them. "Can you read these lines for me? Just make sure there are no glaring mistakes in the calculations and in the wording.”

           "Oh, sure thing.“ he blinked and walked over to you, leaning his body against your desk to take a look.

           You found yourself studying his side profile attentively as he did so. The way his brows furrowed a little, and the way his forearms tensed when he leaned against the surface of your table. The way he worried his lip as he scanned the page. You could definitely understand why he was successful in Club Masquerade, but why did his confidence plummet without the mask, when he was so innately attractive already?

           Playfully, you covered his hand with yours, and as you predicted, his reaction was greatly amusing. He ripped his hand away as if you had just lit a match on it and his eyes were wide– alert, and nervous.

           "Wh-what are you doing?”

           "Accidentally brushing fingertips?“ You grinned as you wiggled your fingers. "Did your heart flutter?”

           "No!“ he answered a little too quickly, which made you grin even wider.

           "How are we going to fake date if you’re going to run from me every time we touch?” You questioned then hurriedly, one of his hands was over your mouth.

           "Don’t say that out loud!“ he whispered.

           You stared, waiting for him to realize he had touched you first. When he did, he rushed to drop his hand and stepped away from you.

           You chuckled, "Well if word did get out then people would leave you alone.”

           "Yeah, but if word reaches the Club, I might be forced to graduate.“ Jungkook scratched his head.

           "Graduate?” You tilted your head.

           "Yeah. If one of the hosts get into a serious relationship, they end up graduating Masquerade because we aren’t allowed to be committed and a host at the same time.“

           "What about dating?” You asked.

           "What about it?“

           "Would you have to graduate if you were just dating? That’s not considered serious right?”

           Jungkook blinked. “Wait, what’s the difference between dating and dating?”

           You laughed. “Are there two types of dating?”

           "Well people say they’re dating if they’re girlfriend and boyfriend…isn’t that serious?“ Jungkook questioned.

           "Ohhh.” You hummed. “That’s true… well dating can also be just the phase of getting to know each other prior to committing to a label, which is what we’re faking.”

           "Why would we be faking it if we are getting to know each other?“

           "Do you want to date me, Jeon Jungkook?” You chuckled.

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Drafts, drafts, drafts.

@danceny​ asked:

So: I don’t understand what a draft is supposed to be. (It may be because I’m not a native english speaker?) People speak of first, second, third draft and so on, the first one not being brilliant… but I have trouble understanding how different it is from an outline, and how “finished” it should look like.

Of course, it varies from one writer to another, and I realise my problem may come from not outlining enough or being too perfectionist. While I never completed any projects (yet aha), I have written “a lot” for some, and the chapters always ended up “finished” (beside some very minor revisions). Thus I’m confused as to what others mean/do with their various drafts…?

(Especially re: “the shitty first draft” as I work on a chapter until it’s “done”?) (Maybe it’s worth noting I used to publish said projects on a blog, where people read it and gave feedback, so it was understood to be a “first draft” but had to be readable.)

On First Drafts:

The method you’re using is the same thing I believe a lot of fanwriters and other writers who publish their works serially use, where they compose a chapter, finish it, go through various edits, and then have that chapter finalized so they can bring it to the public immediately. 

This is not how professionally written books (usually) work. Most novelists write the entire manuscript without editing all that much. They may go back and reread the scene they were working on the day before, or fix a few small things, but they leave the bulk of their writing exactly as they put down until every single chapter is finished. 

This is because there are many flaws you can only see once the entire story is written down. Having a detailed outline helps a lot, but no matter how much you think through your story, once a professional editor (or often times just a normal reader) gets a hold of it, they’ll pick out things you didn’t realize were there. 

Since these flaws are broad picture flaws which often stretch through many chapters, they generally require chapters to be removed or rewritten. If the writer put in the effort to polish up each chapter as they went, then having to throw away all that hard work they spent polishing it up becomes very old, very fast. 

There isn’t necessarily a right way or a wrong way to approach it, but each way offers certain benefits…

The ‘polishing up each chapter as you go’ method takes more time in the long run, but it allows you to feel confident that the chapter on its own is solid enough to publish online. This method is helpful for anyone who is trying to post their work serially and wants to have something to give their fans on a regular basis.

The ‘writing everything down before editing’ method takes less time in the long run, but means your entire manuscript sounds awful for a few drafts. This method is helpful because your ability to edit well increases exponentially once you have the full written story in front of you. 

On Second, Third, Fourth, etc, Drafts:

No matter which method you follow, you will need future drafts after your manuscript is completed. The minimum number of drafts you’ll need is entirely dependent on the complexity of the story, the number of full novels you’ve written and had thoroughly edited in the past, and the skill level of your critique partners and editors.

The key to editing is to spend the first few drafts looking at the story as a whole. Make lists of your subplots, character development, themes, character goals, etc. Re-outline your story, if that helps you. Check for pacing issues, for plot holes, for useless characters, for anything that changed from your outline and needs to be introduced differently, and all other manner of things besides prose. 

Once you’ve fixed all those, have other people read it to check that they’re interpreting everything the way you want them to, that your pacing does indeed work, that all characters are being enjoyed by someone, that the foreshadowing works in your favor, that all emotional scenes are effective, that everything fits together in your reader’s head the way it’s fitting together in yours, etc. 

You do this until your readers are understanding your book the way you meant them too. It may take two drafts or it may take five or seven or ten, depending on the complexity of the things you need understood. 

tl;dr Your first draft is complete at the point where you’ve officially written your entire story out (ie, someone could read it from beginning to end and feel like it’s a book. Possibly an awful book, but still a book.) No matter how much you edit while writing the first draft, the completion of the first draft is still just the very beginning of the writing process. 

Disclaimer; I’m sure there are many ways of writing and editing which do not follow any sort of method mentioned here, but these are the ones I know and have used in the past, so they’re what I’m talking about. This is also not meant to be an exhaustive example of how to edit, but rather of the basic schedule I like to use while editing, because it seems to work the best out of everything I’ve tried so far.  

The Ghost in Apartment 1403 pt7

Reader x Namjoon

Genre: Angst, supernatural, fluff, humor

Warnings: Mentions of death, dark themes, generally kind of sad at times. If you are concerned that it may be triggering for you, please feel free to message me about it and I can let you know in more detail exactly what happens <3

Short summary;

Namjoon was a (relatively speaking) normal music producer moving up in the world–until he became a ghost. With no memory of what happened, and no idea what he’s doing still on earth, he haunts his old apartment–consequently bothering its new inhabitant (who also happens to be the only person who can see or hear him).

Part 1, 2 , 3, 4, 5, 6

Music filled the small apartment, drifting through the walls so the neighbors heard, out the window, and under the front door to where you stood. It was a lovely melody, one that sounded of longing and heartbreak, of losing something one knew they could never regain.

You were going to murder Namjoon.

You had no idea how, seeing as he was already dead and a ghost, but that didn’t change your intent as you made your way down the hallway, throwing open your bedroom door to see the spirit sitting at your keyboard. The moment you set eyes on him, his fingers could no longer play the keys, and the room fell silent.

Excuse you, I was composing.” Namjoon snapped, turning around to see you fixing him with a glare. You blinked at him. He looked more transparent that usual for a moment, but was back to normal just as fast.

“At top volume? So all the city could hear? When the landlord comes over here because the neighbors are complaining about the noise, I’m the one who’s going to be in trouble, Namjoon. Now cut it out.”

Your room was a mess. Papers littered the floor, covered in handwritten notes and scribbled lyrics. You picked one of them up, examining it in the light.

“Do you know how boring it is to be dead?” Namjoon grumbled, looking back at your old, beaten up keyboard. “I used to make music every day. And now you want me to–what? Watch TV? I don’t want to.”

You fixed Namjoon with a blank stare. “You could at least keep the volume down.”

Namjoon shook his head. “The neighbors don’t mind. I used to play like this all the time when I was alive, they never complained.”

You rolled your eyes. “Just to give you a heads up, we’re having an exorcism next week.”

Namjoon raised an eyebrow at you. “Why? Have you been possessed by a demon? I guess it would explain some things…”

“No.” You rubbed your eyes. Namjoon was impossible. “It’s to get rid of you.”

“Oh.” Namjoon suddenly fell quiet. You weren’t sure what you expecting–maybe for him to be mad? Or perhaps to be happy?–but it certainly wasn’t for Namjoon to look sad.

“I thought you wanted to move on?” You asked gently, sitting down on the edge of your bed. “You’re always complaining about being a ghost.”

“That doesn’t mean I want to stop existing.” Namjoon muttered, his hands hovering just above the keys. “Why next week? Why not sooner?” He asked suddenly.

“Hoseok said he knows some people who can help, but they aren’t free any day this week.” You explained. Namjoon nodded.

“Can we try something first?” He asked, and you shrugged.

“Maybe. Depends on what it is.”

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You Are Cordially Invited [6/?]

Cover & Disclaimer

Chapter Summary:  For the most part, her parents have been supportive of hers and Sasuke’s relationship. It’s only occasionally that their worries cause them to overstep – or at least, cause her mother to overstep. But Sakura knows her parents, and she suspects that the longer they have to get used to the idea, and the more time they spend with Sasuke, the more accepting they will be.

Chapter Beta: None. As usual, I’ll edit it myself and with help from ProWriting Aid tomorrow, and then I’ll send it off to my beta. 

Author’s Note: Sorry if scene transitions are a little choppy. I’m still trying to get better at having time pass in a chapter, as opposed to writing long, drawn out explanations of an entire day’s worth of events…I really can’t afford this turning into another IOG, where it’s been 30-odd chapters and it’s still only the second day…

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anonymous asked:

#AU 1 with 정Hannie please? ♥️

Arranged Marriage AU (Request from this list!)


Ok love (I still need a general name for you guys or something), this is different than my other arranged marriage AUs, because they way “arranged marriage” was taken is…different…I hope you still like it! ALSO OMG SORRY FOR DELAY WITH ALL THESE SCENARIOS BUT I FINALLY GOT HOME FROM MY TRIP AND MY PC MAKES EDITING EASIER THANK GOD

  • You and Jeonghan
  • Friends in middle school
  • You weren’t necessarily best friends at the time, but this incident brought you guys closer
  • First of all Jeonghan wants to be your close friend
  • He thinks you’re nice, but it’s kind of awkward for you to be together all the time
  • One day you were having a small chat during passing period
  • People in the hallway were teasing Jeonghan for liking you
  • He’s tired as usual he just wants to take a nap tho he just ignores them
  • Classic sleepy Hannie
  • Except you see it as an opportunity
  • So a lot of these guys like you and have obvious (annoying) crushes on you
  • So you just say
  • “Yeah he’s nice to me, we’re getting married at 22 if we don’t get married to anyone else. He wouldn’t want to be on my bad side”
  • Yeah just nonchalantly bring up marriage
  • People are stunned
  • But you just drag a smirking Jeonghan to class
  • “So you’re my future wife now?”
  • “I mean sure, lol it was a joke but why not?”
  • Chillest way to announce a marriage
  • Now obviously since you guys are in middle school, most people don’t take it seriously but got what you meant, so the guys who liked you stopped being so nagging
  • Except your friend who was ready to get you both on a date but that’s not important
  • No but you guys promised she would help during the future ceremony so she is on this relationship too
  • But Jeonghan is kind of in the middle of his feelings
  • He’s happy he gets to spend time with you without being judged, but does he actually have a crush on you or does he just want to stay friends?
  • Like he wants to be friend zoned so he can find a better guy for you and like make you look good for only the best suitors
  • Low-key the non-gay gay friend
  • At some point people thought he actually was gay bc he was close with this other guy but he looks like he likes you
  • But anyways you guys keep this promise until senior year of highschool when you gained a boyfriend
  • No, it wasn’t Jeonghan, but Jeonghan’s friend who he introduced bc he thinks you go well together
  • Everyone is fine I am NOT FINE but the people from your middle school were asking “I thought you were set with Jeonghan?”
  • So after high school into college
  • Jeonghan is in a different college than you but you guys are still best friends, so you visit each other and 2 other friends+your boyfriend (one is that girl that ships you lol)
  • Now important detail your boyfriend is also in the same college as Jeonghan
  • Now one day, he has a late class/test and Jeonghan is sent to give you food and just tell you that he’s busy
  • But as you talk with Jeonghan, he keeps looking to your face and how pretty you look
  • Brushes it off for the most part
  • Fails miserably really
  • Except he feels an emptiness in his heart
  • It sounds cheesy but he feels like he missed a chance to be with you
  • But he wants you as his friend bc that’s what he likes about you
  • You’re caring towards your friends, and though you can Burn the Haters™ you always care for your 4 closest friends
  • That’s what he loves about you
  • Wait what did he say love or…
  • nEVeRmiNd
  • But at one point in your college life, rumors spread Jeonghan had a girlfriend out of college and was visiting her after school
  • Jeonghan definitely wasn’t with you, so maybe he finally found someone
  • Now you feel that same kind of empty
  • You love your boyfriend, but Jeonghan always had your heart, y'know?
  • You were going to approach him about it on the last day of college, to see if the rumors were true
  • But on the last day…
  • Your boyfriend came to your dorm to tell you something urgent had happened
  • Now you were scared something had happened to Jeonghan bc he and Jeonghan were close
  • Wait a minute why do you care about Jeonghan more than your boyfriend…anYWAYS
  • But nope™
  • Your boyfriend had lost romantic feelings for you
  • He was asking to breakup
  • He still wanted to be friends but he was moving, and didn’t know how he could handle a long distance relationship
  • You wanted to try and handle the relationship, but this guy couldn’t take it
  • He was heartbroken himself tbh
  • You’re a depressed mess and ask him to leave
  • Only person who is available to comfort you right now?
  • Jeonghan.
  • This boi is ready to fight his friend, but you assure him through tears that it wasn’t really his fault (it is tho man you could’ve tried)
  • Jeonghan at this point
  • So close that he doesn’t care you look horrible and can’t do things
  • So for the rest of the year you just crash at his place
  • He’s trying hard to take care of the person that he got engaged to in his teens
  • Even after you come in good terms with you ex-boyfriend, Jeonghan still has to visit you to check up on you
  • One day he comes home and panics bc you’re coughing hysterically and turns out you had an overdose on pills for suicide
  • He had to call your friend who ships you to help get you to the hospital immediately
  • When your friend is outside discussing your condition and working out getting your family out to see you, Jeonghan sits silently next to you, holding your hand, asking why (Tell me whyyyyyy wae mami mami jakku heundeullini…)
  • “There’s no point in living anyway…I’m too depressed to care for myself, I don’t want to be a burden to you” (idk if you actually have depression in this story don’t kill me if I write this without ever mentioning it again)
  • If you weren’t in a hospital bed he would be squeezing you to death
  • “Why this?! Why would you do this?!? What would I do without- What would our friend feel if she never got to go to the wedding of her best friends because her friend died?”
  • That’s what really hits you.
  • This guy agreed to marry you but you almost left him- no, you are slowly leaving him bc these pills are still in your system and your organs are slowly failing
  • When your parents visit later in the week, you’re still in bad condition
  • But one night, when everyone’s asleep including you, Jeonghan plants a warm kiss on your forehead and prays you get better
  • Miraculously, you start to pull through from your weak condition and your body starts up normally again!
  • You’re still stuck in the hospital but your family has to leave to go back home
  • They trust Jeonghan with your life (and kinda pressure him to make sure you’ll be taken care of)
  • Damn he loves you
  • And he finally tells you this
  • “Oh I know”
  • “What.”
  • “Kind of obvious. Also kisses”
  • “YoU wERe awAkE”
  • When you’re finally cleared from the hospital, Jeonghan makes you stay home and get lots of rest
  • Yea no he just sleeps so much but keeps you stuck in his arms you can’t escape bed
  • “Jeonghan. We’re going to miss lunch.”
  • He gets up lets you go bc you need to eat
  • What could go wrong when you’re with him?
  • Jeonghan makes sure you don’t feel uncomfortable or start crying again; he hates to see you cry
  • I mean on your 22nd birthday you break down in tears again
  • When Jeonghan gets on one knee and proposes to you
  • Let me just say that your shipper friend is like the reason behind this relationship
  • And he proposed to you when you were all together
  • So when he’s putting the ring on your finger
  • You’re crying with your hand over your mouth in shock
  • The people at wherever place you are at (bc this guy is definitely making this public) are crying bc it’s so cute and sweet
  • Your friend is at the side crying bc her friends are *cough* finally getting married
  • And since it was a promise by 3 middle school kiddos
  • “Arranged”
  • You gotta love this guy who loves you lots

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*me nervous if this will do good* I had to rewrite this twice and now I’m finally happy with how it turned out

Leon Draisaitl - Paper Shredder

Team: Edmonton Oilers

Requested: Yes: Can you please write an imagine where you and Leon have a “rough night” and his friends notice you walking funny and tease them for it?

Edited: Yes

Word count: 877

Summary: You have a “rough night” and his friends tease you about it

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Summary: You are a YouTuber who does material like PAINT. You and Dan are dating, soon you tell your fans along with Dan’s.

Ship: Dan x fem!Reader

Warning: fluff, angst, swearing, sarcasm, sass, etc.

Your P.O.V

I put my microphone away, rubbing the back of my tensed up neck. I’d been working on my latest video for hours on end. I finally finished it. It was my rendition of Enter Sandman by Metallica. I’m a YouTuber, and quite a big one. Not to boast or anything. I do music videos, kinda of like Jon Cozart. My latest one was a shit load of editing. I’m extremely diverse when it comes to musical instruments. In certain frames, I was positioned playing two different electric guitars, drums, and singing. My videos are very different. Sometimes I’m doing beautiful calm songs or hard rock and everything in-between.

People loved it. I guess that’s how I met my now current boyfriend, Dan Howell. He loved my personality off and on the camera. We soon became a thing. We didn’t live far from each other so, meeting up was relatively easy. I glance over my video once more, biting my lip down in concentration. My focus was peeled away when I heard a loud ding. A text from the one and only, Dan Howell. Every time I got a message from him, my heart soar. ‘How’s the video coming along, love?’ I shake my head, smiling to myself before typing back. ‘Pretty good. Should be out in a few minutes, love.’ A few seconds pass before he replies. ‘Is there any chance I can get a sneak peak? ;)’ I roll my eyes, laughing. ‘Sorry, no can do. But we can hang out and watch it together if you want?’ He replied, almost immediately. ‘Sounds wonderful, love. See you soon!’

God, he was adorable. I take a deep breath, watching again, for what felt like the millionth time before I click ‘POST’. Shutting off my computer, slipping on my jacket, I walk out the door and head over to Dan’s. ‘Be there in a few minutes, DON’T WATCH IT WITHOUT ME!’ Within seconds, my phone dings. ‘Ugh, fine. IT’S LIKE YOU KNOW?! DO YOU HAVE POWERS OR SOMETHING?!’ I laugh lightly. ‘I wish lol, here.’ I stumble up the stairs before making my way to the door. He opens it within seconds, smiling wide and bright. “C'MON, LET’S WATCH IT!” I roll my eyes, cheeks flushed. He adored my musical talent. Often showing me off to his friends for getting someone so diverse in such an art form like music itself. We plop down on the couch, slipping a blanket over our legs, he pulls out his computer. I look up the video, clicking on it. Dan’s overflowing with anticipation.

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I bite my lip to hide my discomfort. I hated watching myself sing and perform. Honestly, I didn’t think I was good enough. But that didn’t stop Dan from assuring me that, I was, in fact, good enough. The one good thing about me is that I’ve got an insane vocal range. It can vary to an alto, rarely reaching a soprano, but can go down to a tenor. If I try hard enough, I could probably reach baritone. So, when it came to the song, Enter Sandman by Metallica, it was easy to do his voice. I could, with a lot of practice, have a growly, sexy voice. So low, that it would sound like a man. In the video, I’m shot by multiple frames, one singing up close, two others on electric guitars and one on the drums. My makeup was pitch black, smokey and hot. My outfit was dark and somewhat scandalous. In one of my shots, specifically the one that focuses on my lip movements, I’m wearing a beanie with my hair tucked deep inside. Piercings sprinkled my ears. I’m not gonna lie, I look hot af.

I lean back, watching Dan as he watches me- well video me. The video begins, fog and smoke sprinkle the ground. The lighting, shots and frame make me very happy. It was perfect. It shows four different angles, one with me and my electric guitar, another with me singing, another with me playing the drums and the last playing a bass guitar. As soon as the song ends, Dan literally howls. “THAT WAS FUCKING AMAZING! MY GIRLFRIEND IS SO TALENTED!” I roll my eyes blushing. “Thanks. I didn’t think it was that good.” He scoffed, shoving the computer in my face. “Read ‘em and weep, love!” Dan motioned towards the comment section. I glance over them, smiling.


              She is so sexy I’m gonna die!!!!!


                                                     She is so freaking talented, like holy shit.

“My beautiful, talented girlfriend.” Dan whispers into my ear as he nuzzles his face in the crook of my neck, kissing it. I glance back at them. “Think we should tell them?” He laid down on my lap, I run my fingers through his hair. “The fans? The world? Well, I mean we already told Phil, our friends and family. D’ya think we’re ready?” I shrugged, biting my lip. “I don’t know. I’m ready whenever you are.” He grinned, launching up to kiss me. “Than lets do it. Right now.” My eyes go wide. “Right now?!” Dan nodded, running across the room to grab his camera. I shake my head, laughing. I stand off to the side, writing down never have I ever’s. He sits down, grinning like a child. “Okay- so, I’ll do my normal introduction and then I’ll introduce you-” I nodded, smiling. He began as per usual.

“Hey guys! So, this has been a long time coming video and I can’t tell you how excited I am to be making it. There has been some speculation on who’ve I’ve supposedly been dating- most, if not all the people on the internet think I’m dating Phil- I’m sorry to burst your bubbles but I am not. So this video is about the person I am actually dating. I would like everyone to welcome my girlfriend- the one, the only, (Y/n) (Y/L/N)!!!” I take that as my cue to enter. I sit down next to him, smiling. “Hi…” Dan giggles. “Oh my god, look at you!! You’re blushing!” As he said that, I blushed even harder. “Stop it!! It’ll only get worse if you point it out!” He laughed, kissing my flushed cheeks and then the top of my head. I flushed even more.

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“Okay so, we’re gonna play, Never Have I Ever!” He grinned, grabbing the cards from my hand to shuffle. “Okay love, would you like to go first?” I nodded, taking a card only to swear under my breath. “Shit.. Okay, so never have I ever had a one night stand.” I put one of my fingers down and clap my hands together. Dan’s eyes go wide. “There’s a lot about you I don’t know, haha.” I bit my lip, laughing. “That’s a good thing, haha. Now you read.” We go back and forth for a little while before Dan finally ends the video. “Okay, and that’s a wrap! Thanks for watching! Click subscribe to be kept up to date on all my videos! I’ll be sure to put (Y/n)’s Youtube channel link in the description below. PLEASE go check out her channel! She’s incredibly talented! Honestly, I don’t know what I did to get a girl like her! Thanks guys! See you later!” I blush and shout before he turns off the camera. “By guys!”

“Stop showing me off! I’m really not that good.” He rolled his eyes, kissing me, passionately. “You are perfection. C’mon, help me edit this and we’ll post it together.” A few hours past before we finally finished the video. Dan decided to go on twitter to set out a tease for the fans. I do as well. I cuddle close to Dan, looking up at him. “You ready?” He nods, kissing me again. “I was born ready.” We click POST and wait. It takes a few minutes but within no time, the comments section is booming. Not to mention twitter. They were all so heartwarming. Mostly kind words. Some of course, were not that kind but I didn’t care. I was happy to be with Dan. I loved him.

(I hope you liked it)

Realistic ways to show a character is multilingual through dialogue (based on the things my family and I actually do):

  • Confusion with verb conjugation in English (almost exclusively with irregular verbs)
  • Purposely saying basic phrases/words in another language (hi, bye, let’s go, etc.)
  • Saying things in their native language with a bad English accent
  • Saying things in English with a bad native lx accent
  • Baby-speaking to animals/infants in their native lx
  • Mixing languages only with people who speak both languages–this could mean asking a question in one language and getting the answer in another, using one word from one language in a sentence otherwise constructed in the other, or switching languages halfway in a sentence (a notable one I used recently to my mother was “wanna дај ми?”)–done most commonly to shorten the number of syllables, and will only be used otherwise if the person doesn’t know/remember how to say it completely in one of the languages
  • Speaking non-English in public places with another native lx speaker as a means of privacy (also works the other way around in a native lx public place) Sidenote: this isn’t only done when discussing something private/embarrassing/etc., I do it all the time with my family simply because what I want to say is only for their ears and doesn’t matter to the other people around us
  • Teaching their non-native-lx-speaking friends words/phrases from their native lx (more often than not just to make fun of the pronunciation, English speakers have a surprising difficulty rolling rs lmao)
  • Accidentally slipping into their native lx when trying to speak another secondary language. Accidental slips into native lx from English (assuming the chara lives in an English language community) are incredibly rare, however accidentally switching between two secondary-use languages are embarrassingly common (I can’t tell you how many times I’ve slipped into Macedonian during French class, or how many times I’ve responded to my Macedonian grandmother in French)
  • Slips in English happen essentially in one of two scenarios. One: the speaking multilingual character is a child and “”accidentally”” slipped into another language (this happens all the time and is purposeful, but once again only younger kids do this to try and show off that they’re multilingual). And two: it’s a knee-jerk reaction, pretty much exclusively a single word/short phrase. An example that happened to me was when someone stepped into danger without realising and I accidentally yelled “watch out!” to them in the wrong language
  • Teaching people they’re close with sayings/turns-of-phrase in their native lx. After it’s been explained to non-speakers, they might use the phrase wherever English fails them
  • Trying to figure out words/phrases from a language of the same family using their language. I’m always using my French to try and decipher Spanish and Italian lol (ofc make sure the roots of the words are similar in both languages: the difference between Macedonian колена and Russian коленный is negligible, the difference between Spanish olas and French vagues is not)
  • Cursing, on occasion. I don’t usually curse/interject in another language unless I’m alone or I’m in my native lx mindset. So like, if I’m at home and thinking in Macedonian, I’d be most likely to interject in Macedonian, then if I’m alone (or I don’t think anyone’s listening) it’d be kind of a toss-up depending on where my head is, and if I’m around English speakers I’d likely opt for a “fuck” or “damn” rather than a “леле” or “ајајај”
  • Talking themselves through tasks. Ex. I always ask “кај си, кај си, кај си…” when I’m digging through my bag for my keys. Again, this is mostly just because it’s shorter to say that than “where are you, where are you, where are you…”

Tips and pointers for making the inclusion flow well with the story:

  1. Use these indicators sparingly, especially if you’re not multilingual. People who already speak multiple languages will have a better feel for when it is/isn’t likely for language switches to happen, so my advice is that if you’re not sure, err on the side of caution, and it will be a helluva lot more realistic, as well as less of a pain for your readers to sift through.
  2. If you need to provide translation, it’s likely that you’re overusing the non-English language. Listen, it’s great if you want to write multilingual characters speaking their native lxs, I love seeing representation of that in fiction!!! However, if I’m having to switch tabs five times a chapter to Google Translate, it’s gonna throw me out of the story. Moreover, to someone who does speak the language, it might throw them out of the story if they’re reading something that’s clearly been shoved into Google Translate and copypasted (and trust me it’s incredibly evident when something’s been Google Translated without being edited.)
  3. Multilingual people only really speak their other languages to non-speakers they’re comfortable with. Unless I’m close to someone, I seldom ever use my other languages when speaking to them. The only times I really do is when I forget they don’t speak the language (like with my non-speaking dad bc I’m so used to talking Macedonian at home), or when I’m really struggling for a word with a close friend and only remember it in another language. I’ve seen it’s a common thing for a multilingual character to talk about non-speakers they’ve just met to their face in their language which is a thing… none of us do, honestly. There’s no point to talk to someone in our native lx if we don’t think they can speak it lmao.
  4. Don’t be afraid to write multilingual characters who aren’t wholly/evenly fluent in their native lx. A lot of the time, people who are born and raised in English-dominant countries are a lot more fluent in English than their native lx. Really, if they character doesn’t have a non-English accent, it’s more likely than not that English is their strongest language, and given that they’d only practice their native lx at home (unless they’re taking formal classes), it’s likely they’re not as fluent as you’re imagining them. Honestly, most second-generation immigrants (or people who immigrated as infants) who speak a non-English language at home can hardly speak a phrase, and are a lot stronger at listening and understanding than speaking. In my experience, this goes especially so for non-European languages (if I were to hazard a guess this is either because of the differences between non-Euro language structure and English linguistic structure, or prejudice against languages that sound too “ethnic,” or likely a mixture of both.) However, this happens less in areas of higher concentration of a non-English (or, as is the case in Canada, non-official-language) language. For example, I live in an area with a higher Chinese population than the national average, and a lot of the second-generation children I see speak a dialect of Chinese with their parents as well as any other kids who speak it. In addition, make sure you decide how fluent the character is gonna be at the start, and make it consistent.
  5. As with any other element of your story, if you want to do it justice you’re going to have to do a little bit of research into it. Research doesn’t have to be daunting, though: listening to songs in your target language is a great way to figure out how sentences are roughly constructed in that lx, digging up your old class notes if you have them can also do you a world of good, and there are shows like One Day at a Time (on Netflix) that provide really good insight to when and how multilingual speakers use their language. Like, I can’t force you to do extra work for your story–I mean you might not even find it worth the effort, which is fine–but if you really want it to read well then you have to research it. Hell, I wouldn’t write a story with hockey in it if I didn’t get some insight into hockey, and if I didn’t do my research then it’d be pretty clear to someone who does know hockey that I’m talking out my ass.

Aaaanyways this is mostly a personal reference but feel free to reblog/add to this if u like!

A Little Birdie Told Me So

Prompt: Reader has the ability to manipulate peoples dreams, she uses this to her advantage to tease Ryan but also tell him she likes him. He likes her back.

Warnings: mentions of masterbation, 

Pairing: Female reader x Ryan Haywood

Song: Les Yeux Ouverts by, Emile Claire-Barlow -

Author’s note: Sorry I’ve been away for a while, block and also just really busy and tired. Really tired, for no reason. Whatever, here’s some !Ryan AH AU with female reader. Hope you like it. 


“Ryan. What do you want to do to me?” Ryan felt himself blush, “What do you mean?” He asked, him sitting on his couch with you sitting next to him. “I mean..” You said, pausing to crawl into his lap, effectively straddling him. “What do you want to do to me?” Ryan felt his face get redder. “I don’t-I?” Ryan tried to talk but couldn’t. You took his hands and put them on your waist. “It’s okay Ryan. A little bird told me a secret, but here’s a little bird for you.” You said and leaned down, “I’m a little birdie and (Y/N) likes you.”

When you sat back up Ryan face was red and hot. “O-okay.” He stuttered out. “You can touch me like you want to Ryan, a birdie told me so.” “I want to.” He breathed out. “So go for it.” You said and leaned down to kiss his neck. Ryan woke with a start, blinking his eyes. What the heck was that dream? Why was he dreaming about you? He didn’t know why he had a dream about you but he wasn’t really bothered by it. Maybe if he fell back asleep he’d dream something else.

Ryan saw you standing in the hallway. “Hey, (Y/N). What’re you up to?” You turned to look at him and gave a small smile. “Was just going out to get some air.” “Oh, any particular reason?” You waved your hands in front of your face, back and forth. “Just really hot.” You said. Ryan looked at you curiously, “Isn’t it cold in the office though?” “Yeah but I’m still hot.” You said. And Ryan’s dream brain thought, ‘Yes, you are.’ Instead (he watched you walk outside and around to the back of the office.

Ryan followed you but he was no longer in his body. Well he was, he could still feel everything but it was like you couldn’t see him. Ryan watched you go behind the building but all of a sudden he wasn’t at work but instead at (Y/N)’s apartment. Ryan knew because he’d been there before. “I’m gonna be right back, you want to que up the games?” You asked him. Ryan looked around confused, then figured out where he was, “Oh yeah sure.” He went over to your xbox and popped in a game while you went down the hall.

You had been gone for a few minutes now and Ryan felt himself curious as to why you weren’t back yet. “(Y/N)?” He called, walking softly down the hall. “Are you ok-?” Ryan was cut off when he heard someone moan. No, not someone, you. Ryan felt his face heat up. It had sounded like a moan of pleasure, right? He put his ear to a closed door and heard it again, then a fast intake of breath. His face felt hot and he felt his dick twitch in his pants. He looked down confused as to why his body would react in such a way but if he was kidding himself, which he was, he liked you. Of course he dick would twitch to you, especially making those kinds of sounds.

He was about to walk away and try to get his dick to calm down when he heard something else come from the closed door. His dick rubbed against the rough fabric of his boxers and jeans and he had to bite his lip. His eyelids fluttered as he heard a muffled, breathy, “Ahh, Ryan.” Ryan froze, hand having gone down to hold his crotch which was now tight as he continued to listen to you masterbate behind closed doors when you knew he was there.

Ryan was then teleported out of that scenario and into a completely different one where he had fallen into Aladdin and you were a belly dancer and Gavin was the genie. He woke up to his alarm going off and morning wood.

After a cold shower, when Ryan went into work that morning he was surprised to see you already on the couch. You were curled up in one of his sweatshirts and looked adorable. Ryan couldn’t help but smile, “Why are you wearing my sweatshirt?” He asked as he came in the office and you looked over and smiled at him. “Because you left it here, and I was cold.” You said, going back to editing. Ryan chuckled, then he heard. “Plus it smells like you and you smell good.” He didn’t turn around when you’d said that though, he simply forgot how to react at all. She thinks I smell good? His face heated up, I mean at least I don’t smell bad.

Michael was the next to come in the room quickly trailing Gavin who was talking, already in the middle of the conversation. “I don’t think there’s a difference Micoo. It’s all the same.” Michael turned back to Gavin, “We already had this discussion Gavvy. And yes, there’s a difference.” He said, setting down his bag for the day. Gavin turned to you and Ryan. “Well what do you lot think? Is there a difference?” “Difference to what Gav?” You asked, looking up from editing. “Pre cum and cum? I think it’s the same.” You felt your face heat up a little as you glanced to Ryan.

“You maybe asking the wrong person, but I think there’s a difference.” You said and Michael cheered, “Yes, told you there was Gavvy!” “There is not! What do you think Rye-bread?” He asked, turning to Ryan expectantly. But Ryan’s brain was fried, having short circuited when he heard you say there was a difference. It’s not uncommon to talk about dicks and such in the office but usually you stay out of those kinds of conversations. Then he remembered his dreams about you and he felt his face heat up.

“I don’t know, I guess.” He shrugged and Gavin grumbled, “You’re no fun today Rye-bread.” He mumbled and Ryan stiffened to hear, “Please Gavin, Ryan’s always fun.” Ryan felt his ears twitch like a cat at your voice and he turned to see you editing at your computer. You looked up when he turned though, giving him a smile. He returned it, his cheeks dusted pink. His smiled stayed even after you went back to editing, and the day continued on.

That night, Ryan’s dreams drifted to you again, and again and again. Finally after he admitted to himself that he liked you, he found himself thinking about you late at night. Ryan laid there on his bed, thinking about your smile. The way your hair fell over your shoulders. Then his mind drifted onto other details he probably shouldn’t be thinking about you, his friend that he so happened to like, and also his coworker, but he couldn’t seem to stifle those thoughts.

Ryan let his mind drift down to the curve of your ass, to the way your legs were silky smooth when you ran them up his legs when you wore skirts and you sat on his lap on the couch, or put your legs on him instead. He imagined running his hands up your legs and making you shiver. Running his fingers along the inside of your thighs until your breathing became faster. Ryan shivered in bed, a pleasant feeling running down his spine. Ryan put a hand down and felt his growing member.

“Unh.” Ryan grunted out when he slipped his hand in his shorts. “(Y/N)..” He whispered your name in the stillness of his apartment. Ryan started to stroke, working up to a rhythm as he thought about your eyes shining, their (e/c) colour twinkling in the light. He worked himself faster as he started to think all about what he wanted to do to you. How he wanted to ravish you, but also kiss every inch of skin you had. He wanted to worship you, lick you from head to toe. He wanted to keep you to himself yet wanted the world to know how he felt for you. Wanted you to know. To be able for you to hear how he moaned your name.

Ryan was shaking now, so close and then his phone rang. Ryan jumped and came, spilling over his hand a little and looked around, eyes half-lidded and heavy, searching for some tissues and his phone. After he’d cleaned up he picked up his phone and laid back on his bed. It was a number he didn’t recognize but he picked it up anyway, ready to tell off the scammer if it so happened to be but he was surprised to find a voice he recognized.

“Ryan, you there?” He heard you say. Ryan groaned, sucking in a breath and looking down at his now spent dick, a guilty look on his face for what he had just done. “Yeah, (Y/N) I’m here. What’s up?” “I got a new number today so I figured I’d call everyone and tell them, so you can change it in your contacts.” Ryan blushed, “Oh right, yeah I’ll do that. I almost didn’t pick up, I didn’t recognize the number.” “Glad you did.” You said and Ryan stiffened. “Hey, you coming into work tomorrow right?” “Yeah why wouldn’t I?” Ryan said back, “It’s labor day tomorrow.” “Oh yeah, I bet Jack won’t come in.” “Yeah probably not. I was wondering what I should wear though, I feel like dressing up.” Ryan paused. Why were you asking him?

“Uh I don’t know, you could always were a skirt.” Ryan suggested. “Yeah, maybe I’ll wear my new one, it came in the mail today.” “Oh? What’s it look like?” Ryan asked and then blushed, registering how that must have sounded. Was he flirting? He didn’t know if he was, maybe a little, but the rest of him was just curious to what new skirt you got. He hoped it was and wasn’t a plaid skirt. He had a thing for those and if you wore a plaid skirt to work tomorrow, with hardly anyone coming in.. Ryan wasn’t sure if he could hold back.

You giggled on the other end of the line, “You’ll just have to see when I wear it tomorrow, thanks Ry.” You giggled again and Ryan felt his face heat up more, silently thankful you weren’t there to see. “Okay, should I wear anything special?” “Well if you wanted to dress up a little you could always wear one of your tight, black shirts you hardly ever wear.” Really? How come were you suggesting that? Ryan thought. “Why though? Like you said I hardly ever wear them.” “Because it’s something different, you know change things up a bit. Besides, you in a tight black shirt, I can only imagine how the fans will react.” You let your voice hang in the air. “And not saying you don’t look good all the time but you can really rock the colour black Ry.”

Ryan inhaled a breath. (Y/N) thinks I look good all the time? Really? Ryan smiled as he said, “I’ll keep that in mind. See you tomorrow (Y/N). And thanks for the number update.” “Yeah, okay Ry, have a good night, sweet dreams.” You said that and then sucked in a breath but Ryan didn’t say anything about it, he just returned the sentiment.

The next day at work Ryan put on one of the few tight shirts he had. Black, like you suggested and went into work. He was the second to the office, after Geoff and sat down to his computer. He didn’t own an other jeans except for the ones he usually wore, so he just wore the black shirt. Geoff looked over at him, “Who you trying to impress?” He asked and Ryan smirked, “No one. Just heard that people like when I wear black is all.” “Since when are you for giving the fans what they want?” “Ehh, since no one’s really gonna be here today, might as well change things up a bit.” “Whatever, you think Jack will come in?” “(Y/N) didn’t think so.” “Yeah.” Geoff trailed off, “I’m Jack and I don’t feel like coming in to work today, I’m gonna build a house.”

Ryan chuckled and the office door opened to reveal the lads all coming in, followed by (Y/N). Ryan internally groaned. Her skirt was plaid. She was wearing a skirt, and it was plaid. Ryan sucked in a breath and you went over to your desk. You booted up your computer and than sat down on the couch. “Ry.” You said and waved him over. When he was standing in front of you, you reached out your hand to his. “Come sit with me.” Ryan felt his face heat up but he sat down anyway. Ryan took a seat on the couch and once he was comfy you brought your legs back to his lap. “Like my skirt Ryan?” You asked and Ryan swallowed. “Yeah it’s nice.” He said and gently placed his hands on your legs. They were silky smooth and Ryan internally groaned.

“What are you two kids doing?” Geoff asked, coming over to see you and Ryan on the couch. “Just sitting here Geoff. Why you want to join?” Geoff tutted, “Maybe I did want to join.” But he chuckled and walked back to his desk. Your computer chimed once it was turned on and Michael called over to you, “(Y/N), your computer’s booted up.” You groaned on the couch, “Don’t want to get up.” Ryan chuckled next to you, “You’re the one who came into work today, you could have stayed home.” You brought your legs back off of Ryan and stood up, turning back to him to say, “Not a chance. There’s no way I was missing you in that tight, black shirt Ry.” Then you walked back over to your computer, your skirt swaying with your hips and Ryan’s mind turned to mush.

Were you flirting with him? Was he supposed to flirt back? Did you like him? Should he tell you how he felt? All these questions were sailing around and around in his head until he saw you bend over. Ryan made a noise in the back of his throat. “Yo Rye-bread, see anything interesting?” Michael snapped Ryan out of his not-so-covert staring at your ass and you stood up straight again. “Maybe he did.” You said and Ryan looked away from both of you, his face red.

“I’m gonna get a diet coke.” He said and stood up. After he left the room Michael turned to you, “You know you’re teasing him right?” “Kinda the point Jones.” “You gonna tell him?” “Eventually. Let me just enjoy today.” “Why what’s so special about today?” You smirked but didn’t answer him, instead taking the time to sit down at your desk. Michael went back to doing his own thing and you booted up GTA V.


Ryan saw you from across the hall, a small smirk on your face as you disappeared from the hallway. His dream turning into him sitting in a dark room, a bluebird sitting on a perch. “Talk to me.” Said the bird. “What about?” “Anything. Tell me what’s on your mind.” “(Y/N), what else is on my mind? She’s all I think about.” Ryan confessed to the bird. “Want to know a secret?” “What?” The bird opened it’s mouth but instead of speaking words it started to sing. In French no less. Ryan woke up and was confused, he’d taken French in high school so that’s why he could tell it was, but what did it mean?

Ryan continued to have the dreams about the bird and (Y/N). The bird was always in the background, or someone was singing in French. It was strange because Ryan didn’t think he’d heard that particular song before. Then the next day at work (Y/N) surprised him yet again.

You were sitting on the couch with Ryan, your legs in his lap when you adjusted how you were laying. You brought yourself into his lap instead of your legs, now on an empty seat and mussed your fingers through his hair. He was trying to edit a video using his laptop, propping it on you when you started singing a song he recognized.

You were humming the tune at first but the more you carded through his hair the more into the song you got, “..des souvenirs, comme ca j'en ai tout le temps. Si par erreur la vie nous separe, J’le sortirai d’mon tiroir. J’reve les yeux ouverts. Ca m’fait du bien..” Ryan froze a little as he recognized what you were singing. “(Y/N), what are you singing?” “Les Yeux Ouverts.” You said, pausing your song. You looked up at Ryan and he was looking at you with curiosity. “Where’d you learn that?” You went back to humming but paused long enough to say, “A little bird taught it to me.”

Ryan stared at you. Trying to process what you said, “Really?” You nodded and smiled, resuming your fingers in his hair but he caught your wrist. “How do you know this bird?” He asked, subconsciously tangling his fingers in yours. “He’s my friend.” You said, now smiling. Ryan pressed on, “What else did he tell you?” “Why do you want to know?” Ryan pursed his lips, “Never mind it’s odd.” He said and looked away from you.

You let a beat pass before you turned his head back to you, “He told me a secret you know.” Ryan’s face heated up. “R-really?” “Yeah, he wanted me to tell you a secret too.” “What’s that?” You sat up more and brought your lips to Ryan’s. He froze at first before pulling you towards him more. The kiss deepened and you both felt your bodies react naturally to what was now occurring.

“Okay you two, you finally kissed now break it up.” You heard Geoff’s voice say, “We have shit to record.” Ryan blushing, turned back to you and asked, “How long?” You rolled your eyes, “Since forever.” You gave him another kiss before getting up to go record Minecraft. Needless to say you were distracted for the rest of the day.

anonymous asked:

* (1/2) Hi! I’m just curious so I decided to ask: I was wondering how big (or small) does your team’s proofreader/editor change with your (or all TLrs of MS) translations. IIRC you mentioned sometimes your TLs were changed or some were even omitted (like your notes). Sometimes I read different interpretations/translations of the dialogues from other fans (as well as other MS projects like TG) with explanations. I heard that MS is more liberal when it comes to their TLs (or so they say?)

* (2/2) But I’m really grateful with your team’s work. You’re doing the community, the fans great favor of delivering us our favorite manga series for free. I’m just really curious with the process, especially the perspective of the translators (since Japanese is a very context based language). Thank you for reading! (English isn’t my native tongue so I may not express it properly. Sorry. ^^)


Hey - It really depends a lot on the week, the chapter, what I “originally wrote” and if that seemed weird to the proofer, or not. If I’m really unhappy about an edit the proofer makes, I’ll usually salt and ask for it to be changed. (Tbh in the past I used to argue a lot about the Bleach proofing changes when I was on Bleach, and I almost got kicked off the team for that HAHA but yeah we’ve been through a lot of ups and downs.)

People always say MS is more “liberal” like it’s a dirty word. I don’t even know if “liberal” should be the correct terminology to describe translation style. In my opinion, taking unwarranted liberties with the translation and making shit up is not what a translator should do. However, translating everything word for word is just as egregious. It loses out on the nuance of the text, loses out on the way a character is portrayed, and loses out on how emotions are conveyed in the new language, if everything is translated word for word to the original text. It sounds unnatural, and it’s a lazy and unskillful way for a translator to do their work. People get so sanctimonious when translating and they say the do the translation literally, but too literal a translation and that just shows a shallow understanding of the base language they are translating from in my opinion. 

Like if I were translating French and I had written “and my ass is made of chicken”, I’m sure that’s really hilarious but it’s only going to be fully appreciated by the people who understand that it’s the french way of calling out someone on a lie - sure, it will make them feel great that they got the “in joke” and understood what the “original text” was, but the “English” way of saying it would be something more like “yeah and pigs are flying”. There is also a Japanese saying that can be translated to ‘a man like fresh split bamboo’. Do you want the Japanese in a translation note, and for the translator to ask the readers to go and google it? If people want to learn a language by reading literally translated text, they are better off actually opening a text book and learning the language rather than getting a language boner every time a Japanese translation satisfies their ego that they understand the original text or whatever.

See here in Haikyuu 241, “chance truly does, favour the prepared mind” is the common english phrase.

The FA version is an attempt at a word-for-word literal translation of the Japanese raws. If you wanted to know how this universally very common phrase is said in Japanese, you should go and pick up a textbook and start studying Japanese. If you liked the FA version because you could learn what the Japanese for it is,.. you should… go and pick up a textbook and start studying Japanese. A professional translation should not sound so awkward and janky imo. 

I used to be more of a “literal” translator, but I guess I’ve slowly shifted my style a bit. The reasons for this is twofold.
One is undeniably a little bit related to the proofing - too literal, and I know it’ll definitely get changed, so I try to make it sound better in English (like natural English) in the first place so I can ensure it’s correct and that it won’t get changed into something that has a chance of being incorrect/compromising the nuance and feel of the sentence. 

Secondly, I have come to realise that it’s a waste of Japanese ability to translate everything word for word. It’s also important to be able to capture the nuance of a sentence, make sure it doesn’t sound janky or unnatural in english, and make the experience of reading a chapter immersive - as immersive as it would have been if people were able to read the original text. I want to have style when translating - if I wanted to get a literal translation, I’d just shove the whole thing into google translate. 

Some things that the proofer will edit, is for example, if you remember last week there was the sentence “cool as a pillow”. Now, that phrase is not really in my vernacular. Maybe the proofer honestly says it, or maybe he just wanted to spice things up a bit, I’m not sure. I am not a big fan of the phrase he used, and I understand that people want to know what the Japanese text actually said in this circumstance. I originally did only write “calm” in the text file. 

However, stuff like this part here in 243 this week:

He says “nice game” in the original, but I felt like if he spoke English, he would say ‘good game’ as that is a more common phrase in natural sounding english than ‘nice game’. The word ‘nice’, as in ‘naisu!’ is something that has found it’s way into the Japanese language, and used a bit differently in certain cases to what is natural in English. You also know the phrase ‘gg’ gamers use? ;D That’s also why I felt this would be more common, if you hc that these guys do know gaming terminology to some extent (if they were English speakers). 

If you want to compare some bubbles between MS and FA scans (tbh I’m not a fan of the FA translations as they are rn, I miss the casanova translator :( but I went through their scan for you

My translation: It sounds more natural to me that when speaking to a friend, you’d make the language flow with the use of the word “over” and so forth.

FA version - missing the word “over”, but nbd.

My translation: In Japanese, using the person’s name could easily just mean “you”, but I thought I’d include the ‘Daichi’ here. I wanted to convey the nuance and flow of the sentences so it reads well in English too. I don’t feel that I sacrificed the original Japanese meanings, and I did my best to maintain the natural conversational tone and flow. I used “came to our match” to clarify, in the original Japanese it just says “Tashiro-san and Kurokawa-kun came!” which lacks a marker indicating where they “came to” - it’s very obvious by context and sounds natural in Japanese, but sounds unnatural in English to just end a sentence like that.

FA Translation - You can see that they clarified by saying “tashiro and kurokawa are here” instead of “came to the match” which works too. Different choice of working, works too.

My translation:

FA translation:

Again, same deal.

These aren’t the proofer’s doing, these are my choices for what I think sounds most natural and smooth in English.

As for the other discrepancies, like Lazyshima vs Tiredshima, as I’ve talked about last week… well, I don’t like to say this because think it’s in bad taste for me as a translator to badmouth other translations and call them out on their mistakes for no real reason (and I honestly can’t be bothered) but those are FA’s mistakes, to put bluntly. Same for “past students” vs “old boys”, the raws say “old boys”. I was actually tossing between OB and Alumni, but I think the use of the word “old boys” as a direct translation doesn’t lose out when it’s sounded in english - as in it doesn’t sound super weird or janky since ‘old boys’ is a thing in English too - so I just left it as is, direct from the raws.

If you see the display board page this week with all the school’s names - there are discrepancies there too between the two versions, because there is more than one way to read the Kanji. There are many alternatives per place name. That page probably took me the longest to translate,  because I spent a long time considering each of the different readings, and choosing what was the most common and likely reading and gave a lot of thought into it - I hope that pays off, and if there is clarification on the readings in hiragana in future chapters, I hope I could give people the right reading the first time, despite how insignificant that board is.

Another example you can see discrepancies is the chapter title for this week:

sorezore no shosen, and FA has put “the other first matches” or something like that but ‘sorezore’ doesn’t really mean ‘the other’, it means ‘each/respectively’. Nothing in the word ‘sorezore’ could mean ‘other’. Not in the dictionaries, and not colloqually/contextually. Furthermore, even based off context, I think this chapter focuses on not only fukurodani and nekoma’s first matches, but also the wrapping up of karasuno’s first match and some insight into their match - so I wouldn’t translate the title as ‘other’. I would say this was a mistranslation. but I’m going to leave it there now because this could go on forever and I don’t want to just trash FA’s translations. 

To wrap it up - there’s no real way to definitely explain to what extent a translation is liberal, or literal, or which is better, etc. I can tell you too liberal is bad, too literal is also bad. I try to not to be google translation simulator 2.0 - so I do my best to make sentences flow and convey the nuance for an immersive and authentic reading experience (yes, newsflash, you can have an wholesome, different authentic reading experience without having the sentence being word for word translated from the Japanese to please the ego of people who want to feel like they know Japanese without actually putting in the hours and effort to consult a textbook)  .If the proofer changes too much, I will do my best to ask it to be changed. FA goes too literal in my opinion, but their translation has the bare bones and there is a demographic that do enjoy that particular style. However, because I’ve read the raws, I can tell you it’s not like the literal translators don’t have their liberal moments when the inspiration hits. It’s not really fair to ask a translator to explain exactly how literal/liberal their translations are - it’s honestly best to just learn the language yourself, get fluent, and judge for yourself. I know a good translation when I see one, as well as the fact that I can see laziness and mistakes when I see one - but it’s a bit difficult to exhaustively explain. 

Anyway, sorry this got so long. This is why it took me a while to reply, because I had to think of a response and set aside the time to write it! But I’m grateful for your interest and appreciate your support. Thank you, I hope you keep an eye on all the translations and enjoy the story. 

                               We Might Be Friends By Then

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Silver halts there at the door at the command in Flint’s voice. He turns back, looking at Flint questioningly, then at Gates who looks at him blankly. Silver’s on his own here.  

After a moment Flint simply sighs and gives Gates a nod. A look passes between them that Silver doesn’t catch the meaning of.

“I’ll give the course to DeGroot.” Gates assures Flint and heads for the door. He plucks the page from Silver’s pocket and claps a hand to his shoulder as he passes him. “Tread carefully, lad.”

Silver just stands there while Gates goes out, leaving him alone with Flint.

“Well?” Flint barks at him, like he’s supposed to know what’s going on here.

“Well what?”

“Sit down for fuck’s sake and stop dripping everywhere.”

“It’s a little hard not to.” Silver counters. “Unless you want me to take my clothes off.”

It comes out as a ready quip, nothing more, nothing less. He has no notions towards gaining Flint’s favor in that way. But perhaps he should have, judging from the slight shift in Flint’s position, the way he leans back in his chair and assesses Silver across his desk, the steady gaze now fixed upon him with new absorption. The intensity there is startling; it makes Silver want things he hadn’t previously given room in his mind for, the possibility of an interlude with Captain Flint.

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Huntertale belongs to ! Art present in this video belongs to !



Heeeeey @huntertale-au​ i made you a thing ? It’s about your fic and… yeah. Music.


This one is different of my oher works by a few MAJOR things, in depth and superficial.

Superficial ;

First the video. There is no video. I had difficulties trying to assemble one and someone justly counseled me to put only one image. I hesitated, but that’s what i did. I don’t think i could have done a good edit on this one, and better not spoil the music with a bad edit. Then, why not an official huntertale artwork ? Because when browsing for art for this, i found @mrsbushlikestodraw​ fanart and i was : “Okay. Alright. THAT IS THE ONE.”

Secondly the music. It’s a different style from what i did before. I wanted to do something more similar to the game OST.

I’m sorry, i hope you’ll still like it !


If you liked that music thank @frozenhaart that reassured me so much about it. I’m gratefull my dude !

There’s a wink to my favorite french song ! I felt it was linked by the tone and all, so i HAD to make a wink !


(the in depth part will be there ^^)

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anonymous asked:

Hi Wrex! I'm just transitioning from short stories into long form fiction (fanfic), and I keep getting stuck on my draft because I don't feel like it's any good, especially compared with the beautiful stories I see others write. I know I'm supposed to just let go of that, trust that it'll get better with editing, and most importantly, that I will get better with practice. The reason it's difficult is that I'm not sure that's true: I know practice works for art, since it's a physical skill, 1/2

2/2 but with writing it just seems different. Like, what are some concrete ways in which you–or any followers–have been able to improve their writing by practising? A lot of people I see just starting out, often younger than me, are just so good. I’m also more a thinker than a feeler, and maybe to be a good writer, you need to be the latter? Emotion and atmosphere are really hard for me. Anyway, this is like ten questions in one, sorry about that :) Thanks for your inspiring blog!

This is a very good question! First of all, I don’t actually think that’s true about art - I literally just saw a post about the problem with telling young artists to “just practice” without any hint of how to practice. So it’s an issue for both art and writing. Art might have a larger kinesthetic component than writing, but both skills fundamentally involve your perception and judgment, each of which need experience and training to develop.

This more than most is a question I’d like to kick to my followers. But I can tell you two things I’ve done to practice:

1) One thing I do a lot is reread writing I like (pro or fanfic) and try to figure out exactly why I like it. The key here is to stay very technical in my observations and not to get swept up in “well it just makes me feel all these things!” and similar judgments that just make me devalue my own work even more. I try to figure out exactly what they’re doing, word to word. If you’re concerned specifically with emotion, look at a story you like and analyze a paragraph with an eye toward emotion. How does the writer convey the character’s emotions? How often do they even mention emotions? Are they using key emotion-related words? Pick that paragraph apart. Then see if you can extract one little technique they’re using that seems really cool and effective to you and try it out in your own work. Don’t worry if it feels wonky at first. And - this is important - don’t think of that other writer’s technique as “the right way to do it.” Think of it just as a tool you can put in your toolbox. Other writers undoubtedly use different tools, which you’re free to borrow as well.

I mean, look - writing may seem magical, but it’s also highly technical. I have often calmed down my inner freakout of “but they’re all just so much better than I am!” by really breaking things down to a technical level and seeing exactly how my favorite writers are making their gears mesh together.

2) Another thing I do is the exact opposite of this: I freewrite, or as close as I can get. This just means I set a timer for 30 minutes and write literally whatever’s in my brain at the moment. If I’ve got a specific project brewing, I might think about that project and spew out the first things that come to mind, no matter how stupid or irrelevant. Or I’ll ask myself “what do I want for this story?” and crank out an incoherent paragraph of unrestrained wishes and ideas that reads like a six-year-old wrote it. This is actually super hard, because of course my impulse is to judge it all. So sometimes I will do something to distract a part of my attention (music with lyrics usually does the trick) so that my brain just does not have the bandwidth to write and judge what I’m writing at the same time. 

Very often, when I’m done, I’ll just throw this writing away. Or I might save it if it turns out to be useful rough notes for the project. The point is, I wasn’t trying to make it good, so I don’t reread it hoping for it to be good. It’s just an exercise. And the point of the exercise is merely to disinhibit myself as a writer, to gain access to that layer of unpasteurized thoughts, phrases and ideas that I usually filter out when I’m trying to write well. Because frankly, that filter can catch what’s good as well as what’s bad. And the more you filter yourself, the more difficult it is to reach that spontaneous, irrational, interesting part of you that’s purely creative instead of just correct.

It might seem kind of weird that I do both of these exercises: one devoted to removing the filter of judgment, and one oriented, in a way, toward strengthening it. I’m not sure why it works for me, but the two exercises seem to operate in a kind of dialectic. I know that writing is a technical skill, and that one way to acquire good technique is to become aware of techniques and employ them consciously. But I also know that writing has an accidental, unconscious, one might say id-driven aspect to it, and if I spend too much time obsessing over technique, I risk overinhibiting myself. So that’s why I do both, I guess.

Followers, weigh in with whatever you’ve got!