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anonymous asked:

Do you have any tips for introducing a ~mysterious~ character without an info dump? My main character appears in the second chapter, and is on the run from the law - but I don't want to reveal this straight away as this side of her story is unpicked later on. How can I introduce her without it being boring or seeming random?

Introducing any character without an info dump should be pretty easy- don’t write one- but writing one for a mysterious character immediately kills the mystery. For a mysterious character it’s best to have as little description as possible.

You should make her introduction seem commonplace. When running from the law it’s probably best not to enter a room dramatically and shout “I HAVE A MYSTERIOUS BACK STORY, NOTICE ME.” No, she will either distance herself from everyone or fit in so well people can’t imagine her not fitting in, i.e. by being a fugitive. However, since you want the reader to find her quickly interesting (which is not a requirement, btw, slowburn characters can be captivating too) there are ways to make her introduction noteworthy.

In the first sentence that introduces her make her do or think something that wakes the reader up but draws little/no attention from fellow characters. Maybe she sees a homeless man sleeping in a bus stop and immediately assumes he’s dead. This is both jarring and confusing since one can’t automatically assume any sleeping person is dead, even a homeless one, but perhaps later on we find out that her previous experiences have her expecting death at every turn. Perhaps we find her contemplating shoplifting, pawning something valuable, or hiding behind a decorative urn because she thought she saw a cop car. Random introductions like these, as long as they are out of place with the rest of your story so far, will notify the reader that this character has some unspoken issues. 

Most importantly, do not explain any of her behavior. If enough things around your character are written without explanation, everything around her will become suspect to the reader. Once the mystery is fully revealed readers should understand her previous strange behavior without you having to tell them. Until then, less is more.

Engagement gift

This is for my tumblr fiancé @princess-ikol (hence the name, there is no engagement gift in this fic, pls don’t hate me) (there is a foot massage tho)


Harry lay on his back, vigorously pulling on his boots that just wouldn’t come the fuck off his feet. He groaned frustratedly as he gave them another tug, a tug that made him yelp in pain. Judging by the feeling in his foot he’d just sprained his ankle with the force of his pull.

“Harry?” There was a tentative knock on the door. “Can I safely enter the bedroom or are you indecent?”

“It’s fine.” Harry sighed, as he gave up tugging on his boots and collapsed on the bed. His only-recently-moved-in boyfriend entered the room, and Harry sat up a bit to get a better look at him. “How would walking in on me ‘being indecent’ be in anyway dangerous to you by the way?”

Draco’s head snapped up, and a dark blush spread over his face. “I don’t want to interfere with your business in the privacy of your own residence. Or outside your own residence for that matter, though I wouldn’t know why you’d do such a thing in a less than private setting.”

Harry chuckled lightly at the prudish babbling of the blond. Though Draco looked like sex on legs, his pureblood upbringing had left him extremely wary of any intimate contact, and the internalized homophobia didn’t exactly help either.

“You do realise we live together now? So tossing off would now happen in the privacy of our residence.”

Draco turned even further crimson now, and Harry suspected he’d stepped out of line a bit, though he’d learned Draco would never say such a thing. After making the mistake of laughing at the man when he first confessed to Harry he’d never kissed, Draco now omitted to mention his sexual inexperience, afraid to look foolish if he did.

“May I ask what you were you doing that was causing you to verbalize such sounds as I just heard through the door?” Harry snorted, Draco always started talking in a very posh fashion while he was nervous. He quit, however, when he saw Draco’s reaction to that, which was leaving.

“Sorry Draco, I won’t laugh- Ouch!” In his hurry to get to his feet he’d put pressure on his now confirmed sprained ankle, and with very little grace he fell back onto the bed, after which the force of his fall caused him to tumble onto the floor as well.

“Are you hurt? Did something happen at work?” Within a blink of an eye Draco’s embarrassed flush was replaced with a look of concern as he kneeled down next to Harry, who was now coughing a little since the fall had knocked some of the air out of his lungs. Draco’s strong arms pulled him into a sitting position and let him lean against the bed before he had the time to answer.

Harry captured one of his arms and used it to pull the other man close before planting a kiss on his lips. Internally he praised the blond when Draco barely blushed at that gesture, and even spontaneously sat down next to him and leaned into his bony frame.

“No love, I think I sprained my ankle while trying to get out of my boots.” Harry looked slightly nostalgic at the brown set of boots he was wearing. They were completely worn out, and he spent five minutes each morning just to patch up old holes that had sprang open again during the night. They were his though, the first thing he’d bought from money he’d made for himself, and he didn’t want to get rid of them.

“Which foot is it?” Draco asked while moving to study the boots.

“The left one, though I’m sure the right one won’t come off either. They’re a bit on the small side.” Draco carefully lifted Harry’s left foot into his lap. “You can try to get them of if you’d like. Don’t fancy sleeping with them very much.”

Draco made use of his permission and got out his wand, muttering a couple of engorgio charms as he went. His perfectly trimmed eyebrows shot up when nothing happened, and he aimed a questioning glance at Harry.

“Did you charms these?”

“Not recently.” Harry furrowed his brow as he tried to think of the last time he’d sized them up a bit when his toes started hurting. “Last time I charmed them to a bigger size was two years back or so. Why?”

Draco carefully lowered his face until his nose was nearly touching the leather. It made Harry a bit uncomfortable, after a day long walking around Fred and George’s joke shop his feet were warm and sweaty, not really something you’d want your lover to press his nose into.

“They’re stretched to the full and beyond.” He concluded after his examination. “And now the fabric is snapping back, shrinking. I’ll have to cut them open before the bloodflow to your toes gets cut off. How long ago did you buy these?”

“Just after fourth year, but Draco, can you repair them again once they’re cut? I’m quite attached to them.” Draco’s eyebrows shot up so high after that statement they nearly disappeared, and he let his eyes dart a couple times between the boots and Harry’s face.

“Since fourth year? No wonder the fabric is trying to strangle your feet, normal extension charms only last a couple months max, and it weakens the shoes.” Draco looked up to Harry again, this time with eyes filled with a strange mixture of pity and rage.

“You didn’t buy new ones because you’re not used to shopping, am I right?”

Harry looked down at his hands, guessing it was only fair to be embarrassed since he’d flustered Draco so badly before. “My aunt and uncle never took me, there was no need since I always wore hand-me-downs from Dudley. I bought these of a yard sale after I’d earned some money from Mrs Figgs for weeding her garden.”

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bingewatchingmylifegoby  asked:

I can't help but wonder how Sebastian would react to you wearing his shirt as a nightgown...

I can think of several ways… [cue impromptu imagine]

Sebastian entered the room slowly, intent on reading until dawn broke. He had picked up a new book from Undertaker’s shop and he was eager to start it. His Young Master was a demanding one and so any time Sebastian gained for himself was to be treated with care.

It wasn’t until he got closer to the bed that he saw Y/N sat up in bed reading by candlelight, wearing his discarded workshirt from that day. He had put it to the side to be laundered and yet here she was, the little minx, wearing it. The collar was wide and it dipped down, showing the bare expanse of one of her shoulders, and he knew that if she was to stand up, her form would be hidden by the size of his shirt.

His lip curled, and all notions of reading the night away were forgotten. Instead, he found that hee had to teach his s/o what it meant to be marked by the devil.


So long story short: he’d react in all the best ways… after all, dirty clothes belong on the floor, don’t you think? ;)

proserpineceres  asked:

aesthetic: It's summer, Viktor and Yuuri live together. Their big windows are open and let the sun enter through the white linen curtains and they hear a song coming from the neighbours' radio from the other side of the street. They just drop whatever they're doing to dance together in the living room

I can’t even add to this, it’s already kind of perfect, but I’ll perhaps throw the wrench into it that Yuuri has confessed that this was a little fantasy of his since that neighbour tends to blast their radio a lot in the summer and he’s always dreamed of slow dancing to something, and how very romantic it all is. So one day they open their windows just to find that there’s a beautiful song on the radio, so Victor offers his hand out to dance, and just as Victor takes it the song switches to Big and Rich’s “Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy”, which embarrasses the absolute hell out of Yuuri, so he goes to sit down, but Victor won’t have any of that. Oh no. They’re dancing to this. He’ll rope Yuuri in like the wild steed that he is, and announces this intention while doing an absolute butcher job of the Gangnam Style horse dance move and miming swinging a lasso.

shsl--doge  asked:

How's Matsuda doing?

*enters a room* Matsuda, I heard you were awake, how are you feeling?


Take a guess, genius.


Yeah…Sorry. I talked to the doctors and they said that you waking up must mean that your body is in better condition. So you should feel better soon. But you should let them give you some morphine, it would help with the pain you know. They told me you refused it.


I don’t care. I refuse to not be fully conscious of what I’m doing and feeling.


I see…

nikkistrations2-point-0  asked:

How would ut/us skelebros react to a s/o that's easily startled and violently reflexive? Like you sneak up on them or poke/tickle their sides and they reflexively try to punch/kick you. (And s/o always rambles apologies afterwards)

I LIVE WITH THIS TYPE OF PERSON! and oh my god slap me plz i got distracted for like 30 minutes idk lost track of time XD


UT snas

he’ll make sure to let you know when he enters a room and lets you know when he wants to hug you from behind, he’ll do his best to not to get kicked or punched advise you that he’s here, but your reflexes come in handy, once you caught a fly with your hand, he thinks its pretty cool. but he does his best make his presence known when in a room with you! and he’ll always make fighting jokes and puns

UT papyro

WELL HUMAN WHY DIDN’T YOU SAY SO SOONER!? he’s already a pretty loud monster, so it doesn’t happen often, but when it does it never really affects him with the armor on and stuff so your all good in that department! but he will try to let you in when he’s home or in a room with you, he will always ask to hug or hold your hand or peck your cheek like the bab he is. he absolutely loves you for all that you are and will try to work around this with you!


US snas (Blueberry)

a bell.

he wears a bell now, wherever he goes with you he’s got that handy bell on! and it really does help a lot like he can never startle you now cause that bell is always there! its awesome for the both of you, and you haven’t dented his armor since! yea he really doesn’t mind about that he understands you had little control over this and the bab loves you with all his heart!

US papyro (stretch)

“no, babe really i’m fine! it was my fault for sneaking up on you like that!” yea he learned it the hard way… got kicked in the face. but he’ll always protest that it didn’t hurt and that really he’s fine! and he is! he’ll just always make his presence known when around you, he learned his lesson. but a few weeks later you two laugh about it and he always make kicking puns and jokes.


hey i hope you liked it!! and have a great day!! and come back and ask again sometime soon!

If Celaena was in ACOTAR.

After entering Tamlin’s estate for the first time:

Celaena: *breaks into every room*

Celaena: *mutters to herself* Luxury and comfortable interior - check. Fabulous clothes for free - check. Delicious food - check. A library - check.

Celaena: *bursts into dining room where Tamlin and Lucien are waiting for her with a look of total despair* Why are you keeping me here?! What will I do? *covers her eyes and pretends to cry* My poor family! How will ever escape? I have to stay here forever! *faints on the chair*

Celaena: *opens her totally dry eyes a few seconds later* Do you think you can get me a piano?

Okay but consider a Mass Effect Andromeda where the Ryder family stays whole. Alec doesn’t die, the second Ryder twin doesn’t end up in a coma. 

Imagine Pathfinder Alec Ryder getting to actually be a pathfinder, but also having to cope with his two children who are both canonically huge dorks. 

Consider Alec trying to be diplomatic while his two grown ass children are behind him getting into a silent slap fight over who gets to ride shotgun in the nomad. 

Consider Alec “so emotionally constipated he’s shitting out diamonds” Ryder having to deal with Jaal “I’ve known you for ten seconds let’s talk about our feelings because the angaran social filter is nothing like yours” Ama Darav. 

Consider Alec having to constantly put himself between Reyes and whichever offspring has come with him because the guy will not stop flirting and this man is a criminal and we only need him for his connections, stop winking back.

Imagine Alec bonding with Evfra over the difficulties of leadership in an impossible situation, and having the lives of an entire species depending on your success.

Now imagine that scene but it keeps cutting to Scott and Sara daring each other to eat the weird alien food. 

Drak offering Alec parenting advice!!!!! 

Alec putting Peebee in time out until she can behave herself. 

Alec putting on his Parent Voice when Gil and Kallo fight – it’s not even on purpose, they just sound so much like bickering children.

Alec having to deal with the fallout from the disastrous beginnings of the initiative – would fewer people attack him to his face? He’s certainly a lot scarier and a lot more intimidating than the canon pathfinder is. 

Imagine Alec walking in on one or both of his children making out with their love interest. Imagine that ride on the Nomad.

Jaal trying to talk to Alec about it to reassure him of the true depth of feelings he has for Sara but Alec Does Not Want To Have This Conversation. Cora loves Scott but oh god she’s sleeping with her mentor’s son and he knows but he isn’t saying anything why isn’t he saying anything.  Liam practically climbing under the table whenever Alec enters the room because he’s sure his boss is going to space him for making out with his daughter.

Sahuna Ama Darav emailing Alec because “we’re going to be inlaws let’s talk about medical histories and plans for grandchildren!!!”

I really miss those crisp fall mornings, when you wake up and look outside and the leaves are dancing in the wind. There’s something about it, knowing that its cool outside, but being overwhelmed with a sense of warmth & coziness. The way the leaves crunch under your feet as you walk home. That grey-almost gloomy, but welcoming sky, just before an autumn rain. The way every room, smells of pumpkin or baked goods. The creepy movies on tv. It’s almost as if we enter an entirely different culture, with the way things around us shift in those autumn months. Oh, how I miss you, fall.

Guys My Age (2)

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Words: 4K

Warnings: SMUT. NSFW gifs. 

Summary: You’re playing truth or dare with the Avengers when Nat asks you when the last time you got laid was  and Sam dares you to pick a song that perfectly grasps why you haven’t had sex in so long.

A/N: Enjoy the smot. And please use protection people. Better safe than surprised. I think this is dirtiest fic I’ve written so far.

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a non-comprehensive list of my fave sheith things 

  • keith, within 0.2 seconds of entering a room: where’s shiro?
  • the “it’s good to have you back”/ “it’s good to be back” callback in s2
    • i don’t necessarily think this was their first interaction after being reunited in s1 (like presumably keith gave shiro clothes to change into etc. before this exchange) but i love that they both remembered & referenced it in s2 
  • the fact that keith’s very first scene involves him tenderly touching shiro’s face 
  • how adamant keith is about shiro being the One True Black Paladin™ (”you mean your bayard”) 
  • shiro’s complete and utter faith in keith’s abilities as a pilot / leader:
    • sending keith to chase rolo through the asteroid belt 
    • having keith pilot them to the BOM headquarters, which is located between two black holes (bonus: the way he’s 100% certain keith can get them back on course when one of the black holes starts drawing them in)
    • supporting keith in infiltrating zarkon’s ship despite it being dangerous bc his trust in keith outweighs everything
  • the way keith always rushes to shiro’s defense when he’s incapacitated / out of commission 
  • “at this moment, your friend desperately wants to see you” 
  • the way shiro, who is generally very controlled in his actions, feels comfortable enough to relinquish that control a little and drop his ~leader facade when it’s just him and keith
  • just overall how soft they are with each other, both in terms of tone of voice & expression 
  • The Hug™

feel free to reply/reblog with more! 

hugealienpie  asked:

I see prompts are open yay! Please tell me all about Ford finding out about Bitty and Jack.

Ooh, this is interesting, because I don’t feel like it’d be an announcement, but just something Ford finds out when Jack visits or the like. I mean, it could go the other way, like Lardo could be, “heads up, Bitty’s dating our ex-captain” and Ford would be like, “okay? why are you telling me?” (She’s a theatre background, what is a Bad Bob to her?) I think she’d be pretty chill with it, and coming from theatre, like being gay is not an issue, esp in college (and even at the professional level) and esp if we go with the oft reblogged “Ford is gay” headcanon.

But here is a small fic that is only half based on the above…

Ford double checks the dozens of pages Lardo has given her for the upcoming roadie. She thought dealing with dressing room allocation was hard (and it is, one hundred percent) but figuring out room allocations is somehow worse, particularly when she’s new, and hockey players are more superstitious than the girl who played Johanna in Sweeney.

“So, who was it I’m meant to pair Oliver with?” Ford asks, grabbing for the red pen she’d stuck into her bun earlier. She comes out with a green one. It’ll do.

“Wicks. But really, he’d be fine with any of the guys in his year.”

Ford makes a note on one of the pages. “Okay, then I think I’m–Oh, shit.”

“What is it?” Lardo looks up from her sketchbook.

Ford double checks through all her sheets before she says anything. She’s not worrying, because there’s no time for that, she’s just already hating the amount of extra work she’ll need to do to fix things.

“I’ve left Eric, um, Bitty,” Ford corrects herself, still getting used to hockey nicknames, “off the rooming list.”

“Oh, that. Nah, you’re good.” Lardo goes back to her drawing. “He stays with his boyfriend when we’re playing up there.”

“Boyfriend?” Ford double-checks.

“Yeah. He’s in Providence. And he’ll drive Bitty to the games and practices and stuff. Should’ve emailed you that. My bad.”

“That’s fine.” Ford grabs another pen from her hair, forgetting she already has one in front of her. It’s red this time. “Just thought I was going to have to redo an entire afternoon’s worth of work.”

“Right,” Lardo says. “I can see why the minor freak out.”

“Excuse you, I did not freak out.” It’s half a lie. Ford has so many notes on these sheets, but she’s not freaking out, she’s managing. It’s all part of it.

Lardo looks up and smiles at her. “Knew you’d be fine at this.”

Ford takes the compliment with a gracious nod, and goes back to ticking off the rooming list against the team names. All accept Eric.

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I love how in every hamilton fanfic I’ve read, the characters are described differently (and in various states of sleep-deprivation) but somehow as soon as Laf enters it’s like… everyone agrees he’s the prettiest motherfucker and every character in the fic feel like he’s a god and they can’t compete with that
Like… I love how we’ve acknowledge, as a fandom, that Daveed Diggs is too fucking pretty for this world, no matter what your type or orientation is: he’s always the prettiest person in the room.

The 58 and 1/2 Minute Gap

I’m a very logical person, and I believe most things can be explained through science, but I’ve had a few experiences that I’ve had trouble explaining to myself–moments my body tells me has happened, but my mind tells me should not have. I guess, according to sixpence, they’re called “glitches”.
As I said, I’ve had a few of these experiences, but most of them have been fractions of seconds long. I’m not superstitious or overtly paranoid, but last summer, on a cruise with two of my cousins around my age, something happened that I haven’t quite been able to shake.
It was our second night on the ship, and we thought it would be funny to run around causing havoc, in a real “Leonardo Decaprio sticking it to the upper class in Titanic” sort of way. We found our way to the richer levels, and laughed our way down elaborate hallways with beautiful lighting. While walking (or rather, stomping) we discovered that each door had a doorbell. These halls were different from the rest of the ship in that they were long and dead-ended. This meant that when we decided to ding-dong-ditch everyone, it required that one person stand at the end of the hall, then sprint to the two waiting at the exit while slamming their hands on each doorbell. After much discussion, we decided that my boy cousin was faster than both of us, and would be less likely to get caught.
After a few seconds of preparation, my cousin and I danced on our feet, watching him speed through the halls, itching to run from our self-inflicted trouble. When he got to the end, a large man stuck his head out of his fancy door, and after watching us giggling and pressing more doorbells, decided to chase us. There aren’t many places to hide if you get caught on a boat, so an unspoken consensus was made that we would need to run fast enough to not be recognized.
We sprinted down levels and levels of stairs, until we reached a landing with no where to go, except for into the endless hallways. Now the hallways were set up so that if you kept running in one direction, you would go in circles, but each landing had an exit to the left and an exit to the right. We knew we had a few seconds to debate which way to go, but for the first time that night, I disagreed with them. I thought it would be more faster to get to our room if we went to the left, and they thought the same of the right. We didn’t have time to debate and agree, because we soon heard yells and stomps from the stairs in front of us. Without thinking, we split up. I pulled out my timer, just to prove without a doubt that my way was faster, and began sprinting, quickly finding my way towards our room. My timer, which I screenshotted, said 1 minute, 34 seconds. I entered the room smugly, convinced I had beat them.
When I saw my cousins talking closely when I entered, I was disappointed. When they saw me, they were shocked. They had been discussing what to say to my grandma about me getting caught by the man. To them I had been gone for over an hour. To me and my phone, I had been gone for 1 minute, 34 seconds.
The next half hour was spent debating how long I was gone, the games with the doorbells before were completely forgotten.
Everything except for my timer and my mind tell me that they were right, but I know what my phone says, and I know I would not have been able to continuously sprint for over an hour.
That night I lay awake, trying to convince myself that they were right, but I knew how long I had run for, and so I kept asking myself: where was I for the other 58 and ½ minutes?

Stop being so obvious.

Draco: And then he looked at me like-

Draco: *sulkily* Aren’t friends supposed to give advice or something-

Theo: You want advice? Okay.

Blaise enters the room looking distressed.

Draco: Hey Zabini. How was the Club?

Blaise: It was fine. *leaves the common room quickly*

Draco: *looks at Theo suspiciously* You and Blaise had a fight?

Draco: *shrugs* I don’t know, you’re the one acting all weird.

Draco: Well someone’s in a bad mood. Okay, I’ll go to bed first.

A Lesson in Love (The Reunion)

Summary: (College!AU) In which you’re assigned to write a story about romance, a subject you know nothing about, and Bucky, a hopeless romantic, offers you his assistance.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 3,837

A/N: This is the second to last part in the series, babes. We’re almost done with this journey. 

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@avengerstories - you truly are the best of the best when it comes to editing (and everything else too)

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You’ve walked the length of this hallway more than a dozen times before. Hundreds, if you count the amount of times you’ve strolled through the hallway in your apartment, one that is a spitting image of the one you’re standing in now. Your familiarity with the small space should make the journey from where you’re standing to where you need to be easy.

Should.

Every time you’ve made this walk, it was never with the knowledge that what’s waiting for you at your final destination had the potential to change everything.

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Hi, Momma.

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Summary: Be the mother of all angels isn’t easy, specially if they’re already adults. 
a.k.a. = The written proof that if the angels had a mother, the apocalypse would be solved in less than an hour.
Pairing: Chuck x Reader
Prompt: Imagine being able to see every Angels’ wings because you’re Chuck’s Mate. Thus making you mother of all angels and them being very protective of you. - @dirtysupernaturalimagines (x)
Characters: Reader, Gabriel, Mentions of God!Chuck,  Raphael, Lucifer, Michael, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Castiel, Crowley
Warnings: Mom!Reader;
Word counting: 1.5k words

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“Gabriel.” You called.

The young archangel’s whiskey eyes widened when he heard your voice, and he dropped the weird animal behind him, trying to hide it with his figure and wings.

“Hi, momma.”

“What is it behind you?”  You asked calmly.

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