things i convinced other people to write

Beware the Ides of March

this isn’t the fic i intended to write today (or ever really) but it’s the fic that happened so

read on ao3

Bellamy doesn’t believe in any higher power, not really. He also doesn’t believe in fate, or coincidence, or any of those other things that people like to blame random happenings on.

But he will admit that if he did actually believe in any of those things, he would be fully convinced that they were laughing at his misfortune at this very minute which. Honestly, he would be too if not for the stab wound in his side. Stab wounds apparently make the whole laughing thing kind of difficult. Who’d’ve known.

“Would you just hold still?” Clarke huffs as she tries to clean the wound.

“No.”

“You’re incorrigible.”

“And your bedside manner sucks, princess.”

She pinches the soft skin on the inside of his bicep and he yelps, glaring at her balefully.

It’s not like he wants to be here, sitting on the uncomfortable examination table in the ER, shirt off, and paper crinkling noisily beneath him each time he so much as breathes. No one ever wants to be in the ER, leaking blood all over the place because they were fucking stabbed in a mugging gone wrong, not even if the opportunity lends itself to a bout of truly morbid humour.

Just this morning he was telling his sophomores about the Ides of March and now here he is, living his own version of it. Again, he would be laughing except- stab wound.

Clarke is bent over his side, wisps of blonde hair escaping her braid and looking platinum in the harsh fluorescent hospital lighting. Her eyebrows are furrowed as she goes over the cut with antiseptic, and he hisses once more.

“That hurts,” he grunts, and then flinches again when she goes back in with another piece of gauze. Most of the bleeding has stopped, but there’s still a lazy trickle that she has to keep wiping up intermittently.

“Stab wounds tend to do that,” she deadpans.

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One day I want to sit down with my favourite writers and give them lots of alcohol and be like “this is going to be a fucked up conversation, but let’s talk about thinking and writing.”

I desperately want to know what goes on in other people’s heads, especially when they’re writing. Is it mechanical? Organic? Are you plotting and scripting and drawing things up like an architect? Or are you having a blazing row with some asshole that is swearing he would never say the words you are trying to convince him are essential to a scene? Is it somewhere between? Are you a god, bending the world to your will? Or do you feel like you are the tool (ha!) with minimal input of your own? Do you deal with words and the characters follow? Or characters and the words follow?

I have so many questions about so many things. This isn’t even scratching the surface. I am dying to know.

Tagged by @thatuglydino (Danke~)

Nickname: Xros, Savior,

Sign: Virgo

Height: 5″2

Last Thing You Googled: Night in the Woods Bea

Favorite music artist: Probably Toby Fox or Alec Holowka

Song stuck in my head: Candy Store and Astral Alley

Last movie you watched: Moana

What are you wearing right now: a black shirt and camo shorts. which I would like to burn

What do you post: Dragons, my art, HS, a bunch of other fandom stuffs

Why did you choose your URL: Savior of the Dreaming Dead is one of my fave songs, and I like dragons, so I mashed the two together.

Do you have any other blogs: @draconican-drabbles, my writing blog, and @quietlyandcalmly-existing

What Did Your Past Relationship Teach You:  That mew shouldn’t let other people convince mew of things, and that mew n33d to learn a CRAP load of stuff about them before mew consent to being in a relationship.

Favorite color: Blues and yellows.

Average Hours Of Sleep: probably eight.

Lucky Number: no clue

Fave characters: Roxy, Nepeta, Bea, Mae, Jade, uhm. a lot more.

How Many Blankets Do you Sleep With:  Like. eight or so?

Dream Job: Dragon Tamer or rancher.

Tagging: @everysinglepheel, @rufran2567, @wildpkmnwithafro, @neko-sherlock and anyone else who wants to~

I’m getting something down today. No matter how long it takes. I’ve been upset over other people and what they think for too long. Let my work stand for itself. I know what I do and don’t do. People are going to think what they want to think. Convincing them to think in the first place is not my job. My job is to write a good story as best I can. In the end, that is the only thing that matters. Not pettiness and rumor. Friends and readers and true lovers of Tolkien and his universe. What will be will be. I’ve got work to do. The entire trilogy is dedicated to J.R.R. Tolkien. That was a request by the Mythopoeic Society. With that, The Kingdom of the Woodland Realm Trilogy currently belongs (unofficially) to all things Tolkien. So it will more than likely go to the Tolkien Estate when finished. Thranduil finally did what was once thought impossible. Thanks to all my friends and followers and supporters. Thranduil couldn’t have done this without you.

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anonymous asked:

I wanna start writing stuff for Ethan, mark and Tyler, do you have any tip or advice? Because I love the way you write them

Well, for a lot of the stories you want to write them in- watch corresponding videos

Like I usually write them in fluffy and/or funny situations, so I watch videos of them that are them acting silly

Just so that I can portray their personalities as closely as I can

Because that’s usually one this I see wrong with a lot of stories, including my own sometimes- is I don’t find it all that convincing. After all, they are real people. Don’t write them doing things they wouldn’t actually ever do.

Granted, this is all fiction but still stay as true to the characters as you can.

Other than that, just go with the flow. They are pretty easy to write for, over all. Fun people •o•)

And thank you so much for asking me and reading my work~!
There are often three reasons for something: the reason we tell others, the reason we tell ourselves, and the real reason. Write about the war among the three.

The war revolves around image, and how we are perceived by those surrounding us. The real reason is raw, which is something many people don’t wish to share so publicly. Often times something we cannot necessarily admit to ourselves. The reason we tell ourselves is often sugar coated and filled with excuses. We think mind over matter, I try to convince myself of it enough, it will eventually happen right? Now all that is left is the reason we tells others; it is often an shared as an omission of the truth for the sheer fact that it’s an easy out. We avoid the harsh critique, or maybe the embarrassment or shame from being honest. We hide a part of it, or often times lie all together.

Maybe it would be less confusing if I gave an example. THE REAL REASON! I would like to create my company, because I have the passion, drive and dedication. However he fear over runs my mind and I decide to push it to the back of my mind. THE REASON WE TELL OURSELVES! If it is meant to happen, it will. The right pieces will fall into place or I will receive a sign from the universe, and then I will do it. THE REASON WE TELL OTHERS! Others have no idea, I simply tell them I am unaware of what I want to do with the rest of my life because it is easier than explaining my fear or ass backwards reasoning.

I have such a hard time writing characters with really good people skills/high EQ because it’s like “Okay, how do I make this person really convincing and persuasive and say just the right thing to this other person? How do I make them look like a mind reader without actually being a mind reader because they picked up on body language or the way a person acts? How do I have this character ‘just know’ how another character is feeling?”

fontainebleau22  asked:

Why did you start writing, and what was the first thing you ever wrote?

I think I started writing because I had an idea that I thought was so good I couldn’t just let it go. I’ve always thought there’s something really incredible about taking what’s in your head and translating it into something other people can experience, so I just figured I’d give it my best shot. 

I’ve been writing crappy little stories since I was young, because I convinced myself I could write a book and it would be easy. Turns out it is not easy to write a book, and most of those ideas sucked so much it isn’t even funny. If you’re asking fic-wise the first thing I wrote was a really horrible Skyrim fic that I don’t think I ever even finished. 

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Every time Kate Marsh kisses her, Victoria is convinced she’s one step closer to god.

( It’s not true, of course. At the end of the day she knows her place, and it’s nowhere near Kate’s. It’s impossible to pretend otherwise. )
[Kate and Victoria try to have a movie night and fail miserably. They busy themselves with other things in the meantime, and Victoria can’t stop thinking about all the little things when they do.]

kind of just a fic to get me out of the rut episode 5 left me in
its chasemarsh bc im honestly the biggest sucker for apologetic!victoria and kate
(just try and pry my rarepairs from my cold, dead hands)
AO3 Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/5080609

elephant: alternate ending

on Ao3 | on ffnet

i posted this last night at 2am in response to an ask, but let’s make it an official thing i guess. 

ok so i had two alternate endings convinced me to write them. (the other will be posted…eventually) this one i didn’t use because it seemed a little more unlikely to me (explained in the end notes of ao3) and because it would’ve taken me longer. anyway

i guess i hope you enjoy looking at what sort of things i consider when writing? and also the alternate ending. i know some people wanted something more like this instead

enjoy!


“You can’t assassinate me as Chat,” Marinette reminds him as she lets him into her room.

He smirks and leans forward, pressing their noses together. “Why would I want to assassinate you, LB?”

“Mhm. Why are you here?”

“Just escaping my house for a bit,” he admits. “It was lonely.”

It’s been an entire week now since him and Marinette became the final two. Everyone is tense and on edge. It’s been a wild dance. And honestly, he doesn’t really want it to end.

He loves how easy it is to sit with Marinette and just talk. Once they’d gotten past the awkwardness and terror of the reveal, it was so easy. It’s nice to be able to contact her every minute of the day, talk to her whenever he wants.

And it was incredibly fun teaming up with her. They’re a good team, as superheroes and civilians. He just wishes there was some way to tell her that without it seeming weird. He doesn’t think there is. He thinks it might just have to be weird.

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standinginanicedress - FIC REC MONTH

standinginanicedress has some really, really awesome fics and my heart flutters every time I get an email that a new fic has been posted. The writing style really works for me and I like that people get called out on their shit/are self-aware enough to know that they are being shitty. Another favourite is the way characters are written - which is not perfect at all and fucked up (it speaks to me at this moment in my life).

So in no particular order, here are the five fics I promised the other day.

As the Lights Go Down (63k)

Stiles is standing there looking bizarre – which maybe isn’t a very nice thing or even a convincing thing to say about a person that Derek’s basically invited over to hook up with (whatever that even fucking means to kids these days) – but he…does. He’s wearing dark jeans, a black hoodie with the hood pulled up so Derek can’t even really see his face aside from his mouth and jawline, and he’s got that metal baseball bat in his fingers again.

He looks like he’s come here to literally beat Derek to death.

Then, he grins, lifts one shoulder up in a half shrug, and says, “I can’t come in until you invite me.”

Derek is mystified enough that all he can say is, “really?” He thought that was a vampire thing.

This entire fic - just beyond words…

‘Til You Make It (46k)

“I’m saying – let’s fake it.”

Derek blinks at him. Hard. Stiles never knew that someone could physically make a blink look hard, but there Derek goes, slamming his lids together like he’s fucking exercising them. “Fake it.”

“Pretend, dumbass,” he backhands Derek lightly on his upper arm. “Pretend like we’re doing as well as our parents want us to and then they’ll be off our backs, right?”

“We don’t have to pretend anything, Stiles,” Derek says evenly, in a tone that suggests he’d much rather be yelling. “We’re literally soulmates.”

“That’s the beauty of it! It’s going to be so fucking easy. I can’t believe we never thought of this before,” he runs his hands through his hair and shakes his head in amazement, grinning from ear to ear. “Holy shit. I can’t believe I just solved all our problems for us, man.”

Honesty, I live for miscommunication and angst. You’ll see. If by the end of this month at least half of the fics aren’t angsty or heartbreaking in some way, I’ll eat my hat… I’ll buy a hat and then eat it.

In a Straight Line Down (40k)

“So you want to go to Prom with me just so you can get a plastic crown and a fifty dollar gift card to Outback Steakhouse.”

Stiles sets his jaw. He wants to go to prom with Derek because he wants to go to prom with Derek. But, of course, he’s stubborn and prideful and can’t admit to Derek how it’s barely been twelve hours since they officially broke up and he’s already barely handling it as it is, so he just raises his chin in the air and says, “yes.”

This is a high school AU and as you might know I love high school AU, which is why I wrote that epic fic rec list ages ago, but it’s also post break-up. I don’t see a lot of post break-up fics, but for some reason I find them pretty cathartic. Also, while we’re on the subject, the author has another great post break-up fic: Morning Finds You (52k).

Heartbreak is the National Anthem! (47k)

This could turn out even worse than either of them could ever imagine, but at this point, every thing is a game to Stiles. He’s learned how to play his cards exactly right and get what he wants out of every single situation, maybe not always in his best interest, but scamming alphas out of their money and time is fun.

He scratches at the back of his head, takes a second to adjust his shirt, moving away from the railing he’d been leaning up against, and gives Derek a firm glare. Pointing one finger directly into his face and trying to fight off the smirk, he says, “just don’t go falling in love with me while you’re at it.”

Derek sneers. “I’ll pray for the strength to not succumb to your wiles.”

“Oh, that’s what they all say.“

The way this fic hurts…

down in flames. (79k, series, 2 parts)

Stiles has been fucking obsessed with famous werewolf author Derek Hale since he was fifteen years old and the first book came out. Like, embarrassingly obsessed. Like, had a poster of the guy hanging up on the wall above his bed, obsessed. When Hale moved back to Beacon Hills, Stiles just figured he’d hole himself up in his rebuilt mansion, writing his fourth book, never to fulfill Stiles’ endless daydreams about running into him and having the alpha fall madly in love with him.

It’s completely fucking improbable and nonsensical, would never happen in a million years, so of course Stiles somehow winds up in a no-strings-attached agreement with his literary idol, all while eating chicken McNuggets out of his pocket at random intervals and plotting the demise of the McFlurry mixer.

If I put my favourite things that I like to read in fics and put them on a bingo card, this series would have gotten a bingo at least two times over. That’s all I’m saying about it.

Okay, so that’s it for today. Come back in a couple of days and check this tag.

One thing that makes me glad about Rose and Greg’s relationship in the show is that, as seen in ‘We Need To Talk’, they explicitly mention that they loved other people before.

In Rose’s case, especially, that was important. Many people thought, before this, that Greg was the first and only human Rose had been with; that they fell in love like in a fairy tale, and so decided to have Steven.

But that seemed odd to me. Rose loves humans, and she stayed hundreds of years on this planet. Greg couldn’t be the only one she ever got romantically interested in.

Not only does it seem more believable this way, but also adds more to how serious and genuine their relationship is, way more than it would have had it been a fairy tale-ish ‘one and only love’ story.

Because Rose may have loved other humans before, but it’s with Greg that she gets to know what it’s like to be in love with one. It’s with Greg that she learns to truly appreciate the beautiful complexity and the simplicity of human lives, to it’s fullest. It’s with Greg that she ends up learning how to ‘love like you’.

“Paws Up!”: A Zine About Cats And the People Who Love Them

“Paws Up!” is a brand new zine that focuses on all things cats: the human connection with them, how great they are, how much they sleep, that cute little thing they do that you’ve convinced no other cat ever does, and everything else embodying why cats are so great.

Submission Guidelines:

  1. I am currently accepting submissions that include: visual arts (monochrome preferred), non-fiction, flash fiction (1,000 words or less), photographs, memoirs, poems, comics, any other format that can easily be placed into a zine!
  2. Your submission has to somehow be about cats.

These are literally the only two guidelines for this zine! It’s insanely open-ended because there’s so many different directions you can take this in that I do not want to limit anyone. You can submit as much as you would like of any format (you can also submit multiple formats at once).

All writers will retain ownership of their own work and will receive thorough credit in the printing of this zine.

All submissions can be sent via email to pawzupzine@gmail.com

Submission period will end on July 31st, 2015 at midnight.

the thing about hatred specifically is that it speaks for itself. no one has to tell me the boys hate simon. that’s clear to see. if you have to convince me harry and louis hate each other, it means they don’t. if you have to write a million articles about the strife between them, it means it isn’t there….

Just gonna go on a little rant here for a second.

Posting public displays of affection. 

Some people may think that others do #mcm or #wcw for their boyfriends/girlfriends/husbands/wives to sort of give off the impression that their relationship is perfect. Some people may even see it as people trying to convince themselves that what they have is a good thing and all they want is praise from others about it. Confirmation. Whatever. 

For me personally, writing out how I feel and sharing it with others is me showing affection. It’s not me trying to prove I have this perfect relationship like “look at us look how cute we are”, I post it for him. I want him to know how much I love and appreciate him and he deserves to be reminded that even without asking. Everyone does. Do I text him privately instead most of the time? Yes. Some things are meant to be private and some are meant to be shared. 

Some people don’t like public displays of affection. It makes them uncomfortable. Every person, every couple is different. Everybody shows and receives love in very different ways. Casting judgement on someone for simply expressing their happiness just because it’s different than you’re used to, is, I’m sorry, but fucking ridiculous. You see those proposal videos of these extravagant displays and huge fireworks and I think if that was me I’d be so anxious I’d probably puke. But, to the girl in the video, she fucking loves it and feels special. Good! As she should. Also, always remind yourself that if your boyfriend/girlfriend doesn’t show you affection the same way you give it, does NOT mean they don’t love you. They just have different ways of showing it. Communication. Communication. Communication.

What I’m getting at, is don’t point fingers and judge someone for writing sweet things and posting photos to or about their significant other on social media. They are happy so let them be happy. If you think it’s fake, cool, keep it to yourself, that’s great for you. But it does not concern you at all. 

Be kind and appreciate love regardless. It’s a beautiful thing. That’s all. :) 

Your hands were always too small to hold him.
Your heart, already too full of others things and other people
to love, so you never even gave him a chance.
I know you convinced yourself that you treated him well.
That what you two had was real. But I also know,
that you avoid looking in mirrors when the lights are on.
That you always lift your head up so you never
have to see your own hands, or your own body.
So you never have to think of the things you’ve done,
or the damage you’ve caused.  You think that because there was
no yelling, no tears, no show of emotion, that you could play
with people’s feelings as much as you like - but breaking hearts
behind closed doors doesn’t mean it didn’t happen.
Lying to people and sneaking around behind their backs
doesn’t count as not hurting anyone. It only hurts them more.
It only tells them that you never had the guts
to be true to them; to ever confess to your mistakes.
It makes them believe that they’re not worth it,
just because you were always too afraid.
—  You won’t always be able to ignore the blood on your hands, IS.

I was tagged by the amazing and adorable @ohheyitsmik​ to post a selfie and share five things about myself, then tag five people to do the same.

Tagging: @autoblocked, @oriona75, @hellooo-tricksters, @thetardishasaquidditchpitch, @lilacblossoms2015

My phone’s being weird and not letting me take a new one or view my recent photos so this is what ya get.

5 Things about me…..

1. I’m broken in special and unique ways, that few have and even fewer want. Or as somebody at work put it: I’m an exotic animal that requires very precious care.

2. I LOVE penguins, so much that I have a penguin tattoo. But almost all other birds creep me out.

3. I think I may still have some people back home convinced I’m engaged.

4. I have a story that involves a cat, a freezer and pizza rolls. If you want to more know let me know and I’ll write a post about it. But beware it’s not for the faint of heart!

5. I won one war with depression and anxiety. At one point in my mid-20′s I was living with my parents doing nothing but watch Netflix all day. Literally that is all I would do. It would be considered a good day if I went out to the living room and watched it out there instead of hiding in my room 24/7. It was the scariest darkest time of my life. For TWO AND A HALF YEARS that was my life. But thanks to the support of family and friends I was able to get the professional help I needed. 
Since then I’ve moved out of state, got my own place (and a cat) plus a full time job. I got back the life I wanted, because I choose to always keep fighting. It was painful and hard but so worth it. But as the last month or so has shown me depression and anxiety are a ongoing battle that I will have throughout my entire life.
I’m just thankful that I found Supernatural and the SPN Family. I would not be at the point I am now without you! YES I mean you, the person reading this. Even if we’ve never talked or even seen each others blogs it doesn’t matter because we are all part of the SPN Family. Always Keep Fighting and You Are Not Alone are amazing campaigns that encourage me to do better myself so I can be there for all of you.

Okay at this point I have no idea where I was going with all that, so I’ll just end with this. I know what my depression and anxiety is like and if sharing my experience can help anyone then I will shout it from the roof tops.

I LOVE EACH EVERY ONE OF YOU.

YOU MATTER TO ME.

IF YOU’RE STRUGGLING, REACH OUT TO ME.

IF YOU WANT TO CELEBRATE SOMETHING OR JUST HAVE SOMEONE TO TALK TO, REACH OUT TO ME!

I WANT TO BE THERE FOR YOU.

BECAUSE I KNOW WHAT IT WAS LIKE FOR ME, AND I DON’T WANT YOU TO EVER FEEL ALONE OR STOP FIGHTING.


And not tagging you guys but a big shout out of thanks and love to: @autoblocked, @one-shots-supernatural, @ohheyitsmik and @tiffanylynnca for your encouraging words the other night. They were amazing and mean so much to me!