which means i may still have several thousand words left to write

Hades!Harry pt. 1

  A/N: “Could you write about Hades!Harry??xx” I’ve never written anything like this before but i was so excited to step out of my comfort zone. I got a bit carried away so there will be a Part 2. Enjoy!

    Y/n didn’t find herself in scary situations that often. Her days consisted of tending to the crops, making sure her younger siblings are fed three times a day, and treading the two hour journey to the nearest market to sell anything she possibly could for extra cash. Her routine had been this way since her parents were killed out at sea a year ago. That’s all she knows; no major details or even a chance to bid them farewell.  

   They left, one morning, with the intention to trade goods with villagers that resided a couple hundred miles east of the Atlantic. They promised her and her two younger brothers that they would return in a month’s time. Unfortunately, the day after they departed, Y/n received a knock at the door and an unsealed letter with no return address stating that her Mother and Father had died. 

  “Ship caught fire. There were no survivors, sorry for you loss” 

    Y/n had been only seventeen at the time, but her wisdom was well beyond her years. It was that very wisdom that allowed her to take charge of the household and become the new guardian for her brothers. She wouldn’t call the death of her Parents ‘scary’. Incredibly tragic? Yes. But she had been raised to take on challenges when they’re thrown at her.

   The girl always stood by that, even when she found herself being dragged out of bed in the middle of the night by two dark figures. She kicked, flailed and scratched every chance she got. There was no way they would take her without a fight. The brawny black figures had managed to pin her down to the bed and tie her hands behind her back with chains. She blew a stray strand of hair from her face as they picked her up and made their way towards the door. She began to wonder how she had not heard them break the door down. 

 'God I’m so stupid’ she thought to herself, though she knew very well that even if she had heard them break into the cottage, she would’ve ended up in the very same position.

   Just before they carried her passed the boys’ room, she was able to peek in and see that they were staring back at her in sheer terror. Her heart broke. She was helpless and she knew they felt the same. It was obvious that whoever these people were, didn’t take an interest in the children and that was the only bright side she could find in this predicament. They throw her in the back of a horse-pulled carriage, one of the men stayed in the back to make sure she didn’t escape somehow. The floor of the carriage was covered in dirt and hay, the walls of it were just high enough to hide her from anyone passing by.

   The man beside her, who she could now see was wearing all black armor, proceeded to tie a cloth of some sort across her mouth to prevent any screaming. He left her nose exposed, which gave her the idea that they wanted her alive for some reason. 

 Numerous hours later

 The sun began to rise and she regained consciousness. She didn’t remember falling asleep but she couldn’t blame herself, she’s human.  The carriage came to an abrupt halt, which caused her to hit the top of her head on the wooden barrier. “mmh!” She groaned in pain; the man that had sat with her the entire night, flashed her an unapologetic smile. A few seconds later she was being lifted once again and pulled out of the cart. 

  She took this opportunity to look around and try to figure out where the hell they had taken her. It was like nothing she’d ever seen.

 Before her, stood a castle, bathed in charcoal colored bricks and dressed with Gargoyles at the large, Redwood double-doors. Her feet were still bare and she couldn’t help but wince every time she stepped on a pebble. The armor clad men showed no remorse as they pushed and pulled her every which way. The doors opened slowly, almost as if the structure itself had been expecting her.

  Once inside, her feet were brought relief by the cold marble flooring in the corridor; her eyes darting across the room. She spied million dollar paintings, two grand stair cases, and several stone pillars that kept the manor standing. It was hard to miss the other knight-like men who were posted at just about every corner. Without a moment to think she was, yet again, being guided rather roughly to a location that remained unknown to her. She gave up fighting a long time ago, figuring that if she kept her sanity in tact, she may be able to think up a way to save herself or find someone who can.

  They dragged her up the set of stairs to the left, and through a massive hallway. The walls in this particular area were made, not of wood or stone, but of skulls. Hundreds, possibly thousands of skulls, bound together to form a wall. She wondered how they did it, and if those people had been killed for that dumb reason. Y/n couldn’t help but wonder if her head would be an addition to the foyer. After examining the enclosure, she decided to look straight ahead. 

There at the end of the hallway, was another set of cherry colored doors. one door was slightly ajar and it allowed her to peek inside, the same way she did as she passed the room of her brothers not so long ago. She saw what looked to be a bed, a big one; garmented in a duvet the color of blood.

A bedroom?

They dropped her, upon their arrival to the room. They finally removed the chains from her arms as well as the cloth from her mouth. She fell to the floor, her arms covered in bruises and welts. She turned to face the men and opened her mouth to demand answers but was cut off off by the sound of another. A deep, raspy voice; coming from somewhere in the spacious room. 

“So glad you could make it”

She turned back to face the front, eyes locking with a man. He was tall and fit. He was someone she had seen before, she just couldn’t put her finger on where. “do i- hmm” she started but had stop and clear her throat, it had been hours since she had some water. “do i know you?” she asked, sheepishly. Something about his presence intimidated her.

“Yes and no” he smirked. He sauntered over to where she was sitting on the ground, rubbing at her sore arms. He crouched down to her level “you’ve probably seen me in an old carving or something of the sort” he ran his index finger across her jaw. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. 

‘i’m Harry. Although, if we’re being cordial I should give you my real name” he sighed. “Hades, lord of the underworld”. He studied the blank expression she was giving him. 

“I mean I added that bit about the underworld. Has a nice ring to it” he stated She still said nothing. “I’m not fond of it either, that’s why I make people call me Harry” he smiled before standing. She stared up at him, swallowing what moisture she had left in her dry mouth. 

“oooh don’t look at me like that” he chuckled. biting his bottom lip.

She clears her throat again “Why am I here?” her voice is smaller than its ever been. Part of her hoped he didn’t hear, afraid of how he would react. “Well, doll” He breathed. “I’ve been lonely for quite some time now. I used to have a lovely wife but….let’s just say….I let my temper get the best of me one evening” he snickered. She heard the men behind her stifle their laughter as well. 

“Anyways, i want another but I have standards. I’m five thousand years old, i’m not getting any younger and I know what you’re going to say ‘Harry you don’t look a day over twenty-three!’” he shrilled in a high pitched nasally voice. 

“I wasn’t going to say any-”

“Shh! I haven’t finished my monologue” he interjects. She, boldly, rolled her eyes.

“Long story short, you’re a smart, headstrong, young woman. I started watching you after your parents died…sorry about that by the way it wasn’t my intention” he confessed. Her eyes widened but she was frozen in shock by what she  had just heard. She waited for him to explain what he meant by that.

“I had gotten in a fight with Poseidon and it got a little out of hand I really am sorry, darling” his voice was filled with atonement. He looked back to her, searching for any sign of forgiveness. Even though was was the god of all things bad, he still possessed somewhat of a heart. She nodded, sensing a little bit of guilt in his words.

“What i’m trying to say here is, You’re my new Wife!” he declared. 

anonymous asked:

Has Harry met scorpius: I want him/Draco to see how cute their sons boyfriend is, part 1. Al says early on he knows Harry doesn't like scorp implying Harrys met scorp though it might be JUST bc he's Dracos son. 2, scorp and Harry don't acknowledge each other when scorp runs up in 1st alternate reality. Bc they already met or bc of the current circumstances? 3, Harry later says to al that he can nowsee scorp is not the black cloud implying he's never properly interacted with his fluffiness before

Has Harry met scorpius: I want him/Draco to see how cute their sons boyfriend is, part 1.

Oh they’re definitely cute, but I think Harry and Draco are mostly going to see how happy they are together. Harry will notice how the smile never leaves Albus’s eyes and how he doesn’t curl his hands up into his sleeves when he’s with Scorpius. Draco will notice how Scorpius lights up around Albus the way he’s only ever seen him do in bookshops…. and sweet shops. Oh and that one time he took him to a muggle zoo- ok. Bad example. But he sees, they both see, how completely comfortable their sons are with each other. It’s like they belong together, you know? But Draco would only mock Harry for using the word ‘cute’. (Even if he secretly uses it himself when he’s telling the photograph of Astoria about them in his office later on.) And anyway, Harry should have seen three year old Scorpius on his first toy broomstick wearing full Quidditch gear, goggles and all. Now that was cute.

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anonymous asked:

If you don't mind me asking, what fic of yours was plagiarized ?

More than one. Several. Many.

Here’s the thing, anon. Plagiarism isn’t just solely a word for word copy and paste scenario. It’s dishonest appropriation. It’s taking another author’s “language, thoughts, ideas and expressions” (thanks Wikipedia), down to the syntax, and posing it as your own work without credit or acknowledgment. If it were as simple as ‘copy and paste’, I would have gone ahead and resolved it already. But it’s more complex and upsetting than what you might think. 

I don’t believe you can get away with such trite examples of plagiarism these days. Firstly, because technology is too advanced: at my university, you had to hand in not just a physical copy of your papers, but an electronic one, and it had to be submitted through an online program, where it would run ENTIRE academic web bases against your submission– checking not only for stolen words, but stolen structure, syntax, language, and ideas. It could do that, which made the prospect of stealing and not acknowledging your sources much scarier. Secondly, our core fandom is not as large as others on Tumblr, so to simply copy and paste other people’s words without embellishment is a fool’s task, because it will eventually be unveiled by some of our more ardent readers. 

So the kind of plagiarism that made my ass sad and salty is something not everyone is going to pick up on. And if people have trouble picking up on it, who’s to say they will even agree that it is plagiarism? I know it’s plagiarism. I’ve had it confirmed. But to say that my writing style, my language, my tone, my structure, my syntax, my imagery, my scenes have been dishonestly appropriated and imitated without credit is not the same as pointing a finger at plagiarism that is more tangible and obvious. This is part of the reason why I am having a hard time dealing with this, and why I am still figuring it out. Not to mention the fact that I know this person, and it hasn’t only been one time, which makes it all the more heartbreaking. 

I will be honest with you, anon: at this stage, I don’t know what to do. Even if it gets out, it might be ugly. And if it is, who wants to come online to that crap? Who cares enough to want to embroil themselves and their blogs with that shade of ugly? If it gets resolved privately, I can not imagine a scenario where I will be back and writing and chilling on Tumblr; where I have to pretend it’s all hunky-dory while the person in question gets to go on their way enjoying the benefits of having imitated my work. Could you? Would that not be painful if it happened to you?

So I don’t know, friend. I simply don’t know. I’ve logged in today because the only thing I can say now is how grateful I am, from the bottom of my heart, for the kind messages you guys have sent my way. I would like to reply individually, but I hope you can understand if I do not do so straight away.

(Having said that, there’s this one anon who has dropped by my inbox to leave those ‘if you receive this it means you make someone happy! Pass it on! Etc etc’ messages, which has been lovely, but they’ve left so many I now feel obligated to pass the message on one thousand times. LOL. Whoever you are, thank you. You gave me a good laugh.)

I’m sorry if this content on my blog has disappointed you. Trust me when I say there is no one more disappointed than me. Thank you so much for those who bothered to express solidarity and support. They may have just been words to you, but I promise that they meant the world to me and my sad, salty and wishy-washy ass. Thank you. I know now who I can count on. 

Stay frosty out there, friends. And for real, mate: make all our online lives easier and don’t fucking plagiarise.

When You Go (Part 4)

Words: 3.4k

Summary: Misha tries to convince the love of his life that he only wants her.

Warnings: Language, feels, smut (vaginal fingering, multiple orgasms, the slightest dirty talk, unprotected shower sex)

A/N: I’m planning on having one more part and possibly an epilogue after that. Who knows, I’m an indecisive person. Tags at the bottom; let me know if you’d like to be added! Also, I love Vicky, no hate, yada yada yada, you know the drill.


It had been 5 days since the convention and your night spent with Misha. To put in mildly, you were miserable. Sleep didn’t come easily; when it did you were plagued with either nightmares about your breakup, or worse, dreams of better days; days with Misha. The nightmares at least matched how you felt when you were awake and you could grow numb. The dreams fooled you, briefly, into feeling like everything would be alright. Tonight was one of those nights.

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A Beautiful Sight

Originally posted by sweetly87

Request: please do a newt x reader where newt needs an artist for his book and he finds the readers (his friend who he has a crush on) sketchbook and he’s surprised since the reader doesnt look to be an artsy person?

A/N: I’m supposed to be studying for my two finals tomorrow but I decided to write this instead- oops? Thank you for the request this was so much fun to write! Hopefully I wrote it the way you wanted.  I also happened to write this while listening to Christmas songs..

It’s not like you didn’t want to share your art with the world, it’s just that- the world wasn’t ready for your art; you thought to yourself as you walked around Central Park. Winter was starting to settle in New York and before the weather reached freezing point, you figured it would be nice to go sketch. Plus it was your favorite season, so really it just felt right.

You admired the way the tree’s leaves would turn into a warm and rich scarlet shade while others would convert into such a fair golden hue, that would compliment each other nicely. You adored the way children would start to marvel at the small piles of oncoming snow at their feet, however what you loved the most, was the way the beauty of Christmas felt in the air.

As your pencil glided across your sketchbook`, your thoughts drifted into a conversation you had with your friend, Jacob, at his house, days before. He had been trying to convince you to try and publish your work, but when that idea submerged, you had clutched your sketchbook close to heart. “No,” you had said, your cheeks flushing slightly, “I’m not ready yet.” `

Upon hearing that however, Jacob rolled his eyes and said, “I don’t understand (y/n), your drawings are amazing! Why won’t you publish them?”

“Because-” you said, standing up from the chair parallel to Jacob , “I haven’t found the right piece of art yet. When I do, I’ll send that piece in- to see if I get published.” you finished, your cheeks till tinted with red. 

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anonymous asked:

Do you know any good Murhpy fics?

Yes! I have a lot to list for you ;P I feel like this almost started to border on a Masterlist of Murphy Fanfic, rather than just some recommendations.

Hope you enjoy the reading~!

WARNING: There are some smutty and dark fics within this list. And lots and lots of feels.

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Thoughts on FFXV: Episode Duscae
  • Everything is beautiful of course.
  • Your characters are sleeping in their clothes.
  • Really impressed with the combat system. I don’t have a whole lot to compare it to since I haven’t played nearly as many action RPGs as I have traditional JRPGs, but I thought it flowed really well. More fun against humanoid enemies than against monsters, but neat all ‘round.
  • Your characters lose HP from the left side of the health bar instead of the right. This confused me for longer than it should have.
  • After your HP drops to zero, you go into “stasis”, which means you stumble around and you can’t attack. You can use a potion to recover or one of your teammates can help you. If you get hit in this mode, it takes away from your HP max and you can’t recover that HP until you make camp. If your HP max hits zero you are DEAD and need a phoenix down.
  • I don’t know if I explained that really well, but it means you can really hurt your chances of success if you don’t plan well and try to bite off more than you can chew. (But you can always warp back to your last camp if you REALLY screw up.)
  • So I really like the camping mechanic! It means planning out your trip and your supplies is important, something that really hasn’t felt important in Final Fantasy since FFX and travelers’ spheres. It also gives you a sense of time actually passing and being on an epic journey, and makes your characters feel more like human people who actually have to sleep and eat!
  • There is battle music, and there is music at the “outposts” like the chocobo farm and Cindy’s garage, but there isn’t any music in the field. I kind of miss it. I mean there is ambient noise and it doesn’t feel like there’s anything missing, but…. :/
  • It is Cindy, not Cidney, btw, and she seems to be Cid’s daughter, which is fine.
  • The demo is pretty long! I spent about four hours on it. I messed around a lot, but you could probably mess around even more. I imagine it plays pretty similarly to what this section of the game will play like, too. Hopefully you’ll be able to program your allies actions in the final product, but that’s the only thing that really feels like it’s missing.
  • If you think the English dubbing is bad, you’re boring and your opinions are boring.
  • I could write several thousand words about why people are overly picky about dubs, but honestly. It’s fine. My only complaint is that Ignis’ posh British accent sounds fake.
  • Speaking of which, they better have a good reason for him to sound English and the others to sound General American.
  • OTOH, Cindy has a Stage Southern accent and that doesn’t bother me at all. As an IRL southerner it’s just one of those things I’ve come to accept.
  • This may be an unpopular opinion, but I really like Noctis’ English VA. Like, a lot. 
  • I don’t know what to make of Noctis as a character. “Prince Charmless,” Gladio calls him. “Prince of pain,” he calls him when he does well in battle. He’s very darkly intense in his short pants. It may be 90% his voice actor, but he makes Cloud and Squall seem like mere apprentice hardasses. He seems like he would kill you and really, truly not care. 
  • OTOH, he is sleepy all the time and his buddies rib the hell out of him. So, yeah, “prince of pain.” Pampered Prince Murder.
  • I am pretty sure Gladio is going to be my favorite because of this conversation: Prompto: If you could be reborn as anything, what would you be? Gladio: Me, obviously.
  • Prompto is not what I expected as a character. Obviously he was always going to be the designated Goofy Person in your party, but I expected him to play Mercutio. Instead he’s childlike and anxious, a kid that got in way over his head. That’s not just a localization thing, because his movements are also very tense.
  • He is the Team Baby is what I am saying.
  • Ignis is your all around Smart Guy. He’s the one that lays out your plan to take out the Behemoth and fills in info on local wildlife. Gladio calls him ‘Iggy’, which I like. Other than a little bit of a dry, mean sense of humor, he’s really stiff, and they’re gonna have to crack that mask a little more before I really start to like him.
  • OTOH, he’s the one cooking all your food so he must be alright.
  • WOW
  • The animators really, really paid attention to body language and the way people move and the way that movement shows character
  • Someone also really paid attention to the way big cats move for that Behemoth.
  • And OH, you stalk the Behemoth. Like, you go on a hunt for it and actually have to HUNT it.
  • I mean it’s very guided and scripted, but still neat.
  • Let’s talk about weather! Like WIND and FOG. It’s very nice.
  • There’s the cave area you see in the trailers, and it looks like the inside of a REAL CAVE, mostly because it is DARK, and the only light is your SHIRT FLASHLIGHTS and there are NINE MILLION GOBLINS
  • And you’re like ‘haha, goblins are no big deal’
  • Well they are when there are NINE MILLION OF THEM
  • I don’t understand what conditions you can summon under. You can summon Ramuh when Noctis hits stasis mode, but not every time, and not in the cave (which makes sense)
  • I am really interested in what their lore for Summons is in this game, because its framed like they are actual gods.
  • Oh there are chocobos? There are some at the chocobo outpost that I imagine you’ll be able to rent in the final game, and then there are wild chocobos!
  • The tame chocobos are yellow and the wild ones are black, which makes a lot of sense. To survive in FFXV world, you have to be GOTHY. I mean STEALTHY.
  • So basically I’m excited for FFXV. Will the plot be good? Will it measure up to other Final Fantasies? Don’t know, but I think it will almost certainly be fun to play.
A Commenter's Guide to Commenting

(aka how I’ve been battling my short term memory and other demons in order to show writers a bit more love!)

STEP ONE: Resist comment length performance issues.

Some days all I can manage are one liners, and other days I can marathon my way through lengthy commenting sessions with rambles practically as long as the fics they’re being left on. But while longer comments might seem like the ideal, in practice, the single most important thing about writing a comment is posting a comment.

STEP TWO: Notepad is my BFF.

What’s the easiest way to remember the best lines in a fic? Not having to remember them myself!

Whenever I’m about to embark on a commenting spree, I’ll open Notepad before I start reading anything. This way if I’m reading a fic chock full of good lines, I can just copy and paste my favourites so I can refer to them once I’m done reading.

Putting quoted lines in comments is doubly awesome because I’ve always felt (as a writer as well as commenter) that having someone quote bits from one of your fics is like having them tell you lovely things WITH CITATIONS.

Example: “The way you wrote Character X is the LITERAL BEST I mean this line - [insert] - THIS LINE I CAN’T EVEN”.

Some days I won’t copy anything down, but when I do it’s a great tool for leaving longer comments, especially on multi-chaptered and/or 10k+ fics.

STEP THREE: Read the fic.

This is the best part of the commenting process. You may wish to repeat it several times. Over many days.

STEP FOUR: Question time!

Sometimes I’ll finish reading a fic and know exactly what I want to say. The rest of the time I’ll try and ask myself questions so I can figure out where to start! Here’s a few examples of what I might try to answer:

  • What did I think of the writer’s style, e.g. how did their writing make me feel, and what stood out about the way they write?
  • If there were funny bits, which bits made me laugh the most?
  • Who were my favourite characters in the fic, and why?
  • Which scenes made me really emotional?
  • What parts of the fic surprised me in a good way - characterisation choices, plot choices, a pairing I never thought would work?

These are just a few examples, but one or more should get cogs ticking enough to let me write something in the comment box.

STEP FIVE: Saying thank you!

If I’m completely stuck for ideas, in a rush, or have a comment ready but don’t know how to wrap it up neatly, then a thank you usually works well. It’s polite and a good way to show appreciation of the writer’s efforts, even if it takes the form of something as simple as “Oh man OH MAN X/Y is my favourite pairing of all time and now there’s more THANK YOU SO MUCH”.

So! There you have it, a quick summary of the main tricks I use to get into the commenting zone, and I hope they’re helpful to other readers who’d like to show more appreciation of the fics they love. And I can’t emphasise enough that step one is the most important - a one liner of appreciation is still better than nothing!

(That’s all I have to say on the commenting process itself, but if anyone’s interested in a bit of background to this post, it’s behind the cut to save on dash space <3.)

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So how is this season going to end for Oliver Queen? (3x23 speculation)

Sometimes inspiration strikes at the randomest moments.

I was texting my best friend about the 3x22 promo and how Ray was going to show up in Nanda Parbat. She commented that Felicity did warn Ra’s she would go to war with him, so of course she’d bring all the muscle she knows. I replied back with, “Yeah, she’s bringing Diggle, the Black Canary, the Dark Archer, the Atom, and Katana with her.”

And then I stopped, looked at the list of superheroes, and I had one of those scary, exciting lightbulb moments about how season three—how episode 3x23—is going to end.

It’s probably a crazy ass theory. I might be totally off base. The evidence that I’ve compiled could just be my brain enabling my craziness. But you know what? This is Tumblr, land of the crazy ass theories, so let me share it with y'all…under the cut.

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