#[ i wROTE THIS STARTER SO FAST YOU HAVE NO IDEA

[aestuavis]

▸▸ [ @confluxium || moriarty ( archer ) & kurenai ]

|| 紅 || :: from time to time, the master got a glimpse of their servant's past through their dreams.

                it wasn't something new, especially not when the sight she witnessed in her DREAMS was what she had lived through with him when he was alive. the NAPOLEON OF CRIME and the days he spent going head to head with the great detective as she walked by his side. she saw it, the glimpse of the past long gone, the years that faded through paper and history, now replaced by a FIGHT bound by the crimson marks upon the back of her palm.

                the HACKER raised her hand up, watching the command seals plastered over her skin as she could feel his presence despite him not appearing before her eyes. she knew he was in the room, and she addressed him even prior to his OUTLINE had been made to the eyes.

                " it wasn't a nightmare. " she wasn't sure if he was going to ask about that, but while it wasn't a NIGHTMARE in and out of itself, it still stirred her from slumber. her hand lowered, but her eyes kept staring up the ceiling. suddenly, she felt the need to see the stars outside. " it was a glimpse of the past. " words were kept VAGUE whether it was his or hers. it didn't matter, did it ? their pasts were one of the same. her fingers unconsciously toyed with the ring on her fourth finger, rubbing it absentmindedly. THE PAST that was long, long gone. at least from his mind.

#confluxium #;ignition #;Divines #;Kurenai #( we are more than partners; we are all we need; james moriarty & kurenai ) #[ i wROTE THIS STARTER SO FAST YOU HAVE NO IDEA #FUCK FUCK FUCK #YOU JUST DON'T *KNOW* HOW HARD I'M SOBBING OVER THIS #IT HAD BEEN #FIVE YEARS #FIVE YEARSSSS !!!!! HJLKJHLHJLK MY OTPPPPP THEY'RE BACKKKK #IT'S BEEN FIVE. LONG. YEARS !!!! #I AM SCREAMING I AM YELLING I AM NOT NORMAL #THEM THEM THEM THEM !!! #i'm writing another starter for young moriarty too lmao he's a hecking gOOF & I NEED THEIR INTERACTION #bUT HNNNNNNNNNNNNN *BITES MY HECKING PAW* I LOVE THEM A NORMAL AMOUNT ]

[malboraslihan]

hello friends <3 it's been a while since i posted a plotting call / interest post so i finally sat down today and wrote (more like assembled) plots / threads ideas i've been wanting to do. if you're interested in any of those LIKE THIS POST and i'll send you a message. just an important observation: we don't need to actually plot out most of these (some require working out details but that's it), if you want to write that plot with me just tell me which one and which muse you're interested and i'll write you a starter! so yeah basically, if you like any of those: * like the post * tell me which plot and which muse you want me to use (or which muse you think would work from your end so i can figure out who to use!) * i'll write you that starter

some need to knows... ig?

please do not worry about "making it fair" or anything like that, most of these plots are for my males and they're actual muses i want to develop so don't feel pressured to only choose one or all that.

on that same note, do not ask for a plot with one my girls just because you want one from my men. i honestly prepfer you pick plots you actually want to do instead of doubling threads and shit like that.

i'm open to plotting! but if we're gonna do it, i'd prefer we do it on discord cause the tumblr ims are always glitching to me and i keep losing tracks of things. so, if you wanna talk about things AND I'D LOVE TO, just lmk and i'll message you / give you my discord as well. (also, if we rp on discord and you wanna write some of these there, i'm obvs open<3)

these plots do not all need to be f/m ! i'm very open to make most of them f/f and while i'm a little more selective with who i write m/m plots, i'm willing to work things out if you have an idea :)

the bianchi reign

you're dating the mob boss / you're his sister / daughter and i'm his second in command but i can't stay away from you and you quickly realize it and we're flirting but if anyone finds out i'm dead

i'm infiltrating your gang to try and destroy it but we started sleeping together and it turns out there's feelings now but i just got an order to murder / kidnap you so now what

we were never close, i always thought you were annoying and now you fucked up big time on a mission and my father who's your boss wants to kill you but i marry you to stop him (insp)

i faked my own death to protect you/stop people from killing me/save our people and now three years later i send you a text asking you to meet me and at first you think it's a joke but then you come anyway and hi i'm alive (for noah!!!)

“we got framed for a crime we didn’t commit so now we’re on the run and having to kill and steal to survive and avoid arrest and now we really are dangerous criminals” au (maybe the crime was actually a fuck up inside the gang so now they're wanted <3) (for lorenzo or hazel)

the hawthorne family

you're dating my brother but he's constantly leaving you alone during events or even family trips to kiss my dad's ass and try to maintain his job so i keep you company until we're both drunk one night and i let it slip that i would love to kiss you

a plot where he’s a little too old for her but she doesn’t care. he thinks she’s immature and too reckless with her behavior. but she’s hellbent on proving him otherwise. so she applies for the position of his new personal assistant and he can’t help but appreciate her determination. of course he hires her but he does nothing short of giving her a hard time because this is her first job and she has no idea what she’s doing. but crap he finds her crying in the bathroom and his first instinct is to hold her and comfort her. he can’t believe he’s the cause of this and wises up fast. also maybe it has to do with his now urge to protect her. (for arthur)

not another rockstar by maisie peters.. just that toxic good old fangirl x stupid rockstar dynamic (for jean/hunter)

“you read one of my thirst tweets on a talk show and now my thirst is a minor internet sensation, so thanks for that” au (for hunter, jean)

‘we had a one night stand a couple of weekends ago and i really didn’t think i’d ever see you again but wow, now i’m sitting in your office interviewing for a job but all i can think about is the incredible s3x we had’ (for adam or arthur)

rich kids

a poly relationship, could someone who is just as rich as them or someone who isn't and they're spoiling the fuck out of them... someone who worked for one of them before or a friend idk (mostly for gigi, hunter and sara) (insp)

since i’m on a sugar baby phase imagine a plot where a college student is absolutely pampered by annoymous guy. all he asks in return is to be remained mysterious, occasion nudes, and all the attention he craves. she’s all too willing to give it for the pretty penny he’s offering. but her birthday comes around and he surprises her with a trip to see her favorite singer / actor with vip access / meet & oh hold a second, how does he know my name ? (for jean or hunter / hae park (nicha yontararak fc) / angel)

someone give me a thread where this rich dude falls for the normal down to earth girl nd introduces her to his world full of private jets nd yachts nd all that stuff and yES PLEASE

acotar/royal

we're fighting in different sides of a war and when we meet during a negotiation we find out we're mated

stuck in a mission together and we've always hated each other but then it's freezing cold and we have only one bed in this shitty cabin we're staying for the night so we should cuddle

you are supposed to get married to make peace between our countries/courts but we hate each other and we're constantly bickering and fighting and i think you might have actually tried to kill me once or twice (insp)

harbor springs

a plot based on ‘tis the damn season…. small town, childhood friends, one stayed put and the other moved away for college… now comes back for the holidays ten years later… pls

based on stick season by noah kahan: we were best friend since day one, dated during high school and broke up because you left for college / pursue your dreams and i stayed behind but one day i get a notification from you that you liked a photo or you shared a by pic and i liked and we just go back to talking and we're getting close again until you invite me to spend summer with you wherever you are and i actually been saving up money to leave town so i go and when i see you again i know i'm definitely still in love with you (for videl, keegan, ivy, patrick, angel, rani)

sports themed

(the nationals + tobias + gregory)

based on the trade by ki stephens: the hockey team has a tradition of trading dates during the end of season dinner and i invite you and make my best friend invite your roommate cause i wanna get with her but we actually start getting close and i fall in love with you but at the night of the dinner one of the guy spills everything (for benny or gael)

based on the deal by elle kennedy: i'll pretend i'm your boyfriend if you agree to tutor me and of course we fall in love (for benny, keegan or dane)

based on icebreaker by hannah grace: you hate hockey players and you say that to my face after i make a move on you so now i have to prove you wrong (bonus points if she's a figure skater and he has to help her after her partner bails or smt) (bonus points if they share the same rink so they're always bickering about late practices and shit) (for benny, keegan or gael)

he left his hometown to play professional and ended up breaking up with high school sweetheart because the distance and the busy schedule was just too much but a few years later he's won the superbowl and he's miserable and he meets her at some random party in his new town and wait she's engaged to someone else (for tobias, greg, benny, keegan)

plot where muse a is a star athlete on a professional team, and they go to a bar/pub after a great victory, where they meet muse b - a very attractive, bitter stranger wearing a fan jersey from the rival team.

 a frat boy who’s like every normal frat boy. he drinks too much, he parties, and he sleeps with random girls but everything changes when he’s around the girl from back home. the girl that really matters to him. he doesn’t want to admit that he likes her a lot but, that’s what it comes down to when one of the guys in his frat house wants to hook up with her and she’s perfectly willing. (for benny or keegan)

horror plots

some spooky muses i made <3

muse a and muse b get stranded on a roadtrip and are offered a place to stay by a friendly looking local, only to find out they’re a serial killer looking to make them their next two victims. ( + bonus points if they’re exes who literally just broke up minutes before their car broke down??? the drama )

based on x, we're renting a farm house to film a college project / independent horror film / porn and one of our friends disappears on the first day and then our car disappears and now we don't know what to do cause there's no one around and the nearest stop was a forty minutes car drive away

i made you join a cult with me (recruited you / joined with you / made you join whatever) but now shit is happening and you're miserable and i can't bear to see you like this cause i actually grew too fond of you so i don't know what to do but i keep protecting you a little too much and people are going to realize at some point (for ubon or milo)

misc

popular girl x her best friend.. bonus points if the popular girl has a boyfriend or is constantly hooking up with different people (for ivy, giovana, madeline, rani)

church girl + unholy bf (for rani) and the opposite church boy + unholy gf (for jacob, videl)

lacy by olivia rodrigo: you're dating my ex boyfriend but i'm actually obsessed with you and not really sorry that i lost him. (bonus points if they're in the same friend group) (for giovana, madeline, anastasia, grace, hazal, saja)

i really want a plot based two weeks ago by maisie peters.. the whole vibe of being in love with someone and have it finally happen before they need to get on a plane and go somewhere else? really want to explore the long distance relationship situation with all the jealousy and missed calls, timezones that don’t match (for literally anyone.. but some that i could see this working with are: jacob, videl, benny thompson, gigi, rani, ivy, pinar)

i'm pretty sure my husband/boyfriend is cheating on me so i go out to do the same but i can't just sleep with a random but then i meet you, my long time friend and we end up talking and laughing until i kiss you and we hook up but now i'm trying to work things out with my husband/boyfriend but i can't stop thinking about you (insp) (for anastasia, fatma, grace, nari / arthur, finnley, keegan, tobias)

“your ex hired me to make you fall in love with me then break your heart but oops i think i fell in love and now i’m conflicted what the fuck is happening i’m supposed to hurt you ow what am i sUPPOSED TO DO” (for gigi, gael, theo hughes (kaden h fc))

he fucked up big time but he never forgot about her and was constantly trying to fix their relationship until at some point he gives up and that's when she finally texts back / shows up at his door (for jacob, patrick, videl, arthur / hazal, verda) insp

a nice, shy, nerdy boy who literally no one pays attention to asks the popular, outgoing, ray of sunshine out and she was so confused and didn’t think he meant it at first but she agrees anyway because she doesn’t want him to feel bad because she sees that he really tried so hard to ask her out? and maybe it didn’t work out so well at first but he tries again anyway? it doesn’t work a few times because of her schedule but he’s really sweet so she agrees to another more because it wouldn’t hurt and by the end of the date he works up the courage to ask if he could kiss her and she reluctantly says okay - and completely underestimates him but holy shit that wasn’t a chaste kiss? and before she knows it her clothes are on the floor and he’s fucking her like a whore but she’s so intO IT? (for sebastian aka my luke hemmings fc muse)

accidentally swapped phones with someone at a party and don’t realize until their mom calls in the morning and you spend like three hours talking to this hilarious woman about life and when you go to her house to return her kid’s phone wow the kid is the really good kisser from the party last night au (for maddie, videl, benny, aurora, tobias)

we dated in high school, i wrote a book about you five years later and now you’re at a fan event asking for an autograph.. (for the writer: maddie / for the ex: benny, benny hawthorne, tobias, videl)

“i’ve lost my memory and idk who you are but i just have this feeling that i’m supposed to trust you” (for arthur, videl, jacob)

“i’m in love with you and i just watched you get proposed to by your boyfriend right before my eyes and now i’m upset”  (for jacob, patrick, keegan)

before trilogy inspired: we were the only ones waiting for a train but it was delayed for twelve hours / our next flight connection is not until tomorrow and we just decide to walk around the city and we end up kissing, i like you too much and i don't wanna lose this but it's time to go and we make a pact to come back here next month but we never actually do for different reasons and then 3/5/10 years later we meet again somewhere else.. (for ivy, rani, hunter or saja)

#so ! it took me ages to finally write this down but it's here HELLO #there's actually a few muses that i haven't been able to use and i want to so.. they're all around this list #it got long.. i'm sorry #but i also tried to separate by theme/verse so it's easier? #or idk if it actually makes it easier but oh well. #i just needed some “pre plotted” threads cause i've been missing them #so ig here it it #sorry for any gramma errors i just word vomitted and did not proof read anything #i'll shut up now #wanted plots

[draconscious]

NAME : dan!!

PRONOUNS : he/him

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION : tumblr im. discord. passenger pigeon. I'm very slow sometimes but you should plot with me!!

NAME OF MUSE(s) : clair, cynthia, barry, jupiter/eris + so many mooore (how did it come to this? LMAO)

BEST EXPERIENCE(S) : dedicating this section to both ash (@analuein) and aya (@distortsverity)! ash and I have been writing together for infinity years right here on tumblr. no matter the muse, it's always a blast spinning up plots and watching the magic unfold from there with her. from thorton to violet, to noland and clair. from wildencounters to indie. it's been a fantastic ride. day one. 😎

I transitioned from group rp to indie a few years ago and--at the time--I was all alone. I had no connections, just a lonely barry blog to my name. I wrote drabbles by myself in the dark for two weeks until aya came across my blog with her hikari, and everything just clicked. aya made me feel included, reached out with ideas, plots and feedback, and showed love to barry and all of my muse(s)--and to this day, I still feel TREMENDOUSLY grateful for the helping hand when I felt so isolated. I definitely would not still be writing here without her.

since then, I've had an amazing time here. writing with so many different people, muses, and groups--it's all so good. my best experiences happen when I'm writing (or even plotting) with someone, and everything just works, flows, and fits together and I can just feel that shared excitement. that feeling that we're building a great story together. that's magical. that's why I'm still around, trying new muses, diving headlong into amazing plots/dynamics, letting my imagination run wild, and--as always--writing a lot. much love to EVERYONE who has helped keep that fire burning over the years, but especially ash and aya for giving that flame a chance in the first place. tysm. ❤️

RP PET PEEVES / DEALBREAKERS : it's been said, but--on a personal level--I wish private communication would happen more, specifically when it comes to interest levels. my time is becoming more and more limited here (sad as that is) and I have always written at a slower, longer pace. so, given how fast this place moves, I would appreciate knowing if a thread has grown stale, or if something's off.

I'm flexible. I'd like to think that I'm pretty laid-back. I want you to have fun, and you need to drop or backburner our thread because life, interest, etc. that's okay. I promise. I also don't mind reminders about cold threads or overdue replies on my end. if that's the case, please let me know right away, and I'll pick it back up or let you know my thoughts. we can try new things, or not. just let me know what you'd like to do, and we can adjust from there. that being said, lack of time or muse =/= lack of interest. I get that. you never need to rush a reply with me, and I will always (for better or worse) assume interest is still there unless told otherwise by you. I'm no herlock sholmes. (I wish I was...)

so, as a courtesy, I'd ask to please talk to me if something's wrong. if you feel the need to drop our thread or aren't interested in an interaction and/or want to start fresh. I won't be upset (quote me on that.) I just want to make sure that the writing vibes are still good, and I want to spend my time here writing things that you (and others) are still into. and in the end, it's not really a big deal--this place is great and I adore my past/present/future thread partners--but it's something that I would appreciate!

(also since I haven't made it clear before: no AI with me, please. let's meet at the same level.)

MUSE PREFERENCES: strong women and brash, sunshiney dudes. (I'll really try anyone, but I certainly have types 😊)

PLOTS OR MEMES : whatever's easier for you to get in the door with--c'mon in!! I don't find myself with the time to reblog many memes lately, but my inbox/IMs are always open for spot interactions, and I'll do a lil' starter call here and there!!

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES : I don't mind receiving either, but I always tend to lose myself in the sauce and write a lot oops. you never have to match my length. as long as we're writing together, that's chill enough for me!

BEST TIME TO WRITE : my healthcare job is killing me. I'll try to sneak on for some stuff here and there, but I'm most active during evening/nighttime CST US. confirmed night time scrawler. 🦉

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S) : some common threads linking all of my muses to me is the fact that we always want to be active, we have (too) high expectations of ourselves, we grew up and are still growing up, and we spend too much time working (and loathe it LMAO)

#ooc #(got carried away but this just felt super good 🥰 tldr lets keep having fun!!)

[lily-orchard-gossip-blog]

So I said that I was thinking of doing a little breakdown of why Lily's writing was so boring, and this is me doing that.

This is going to be very technical, though, and it's not going to have much narrative analysis in it.

So I'm not going to be talking about Lily's problems with story, character or settings. That's its own can of worms, and isn't actually the main cause for why her writing fails to entertain.

So... what is the problem; Is it the lack of good words? The constant use of past tense? Non-existent imagery? A failure to invoke any sensory detail at all?

All correct, and definitely something I should cover later.

But not the main issue, which is...

Her sentences are WAY too long.

Alright, I guess I should explain.

When you write a story, it's usually a good idea to mix up the lengths of your sentences.

Short sentences are great for fast-paced moments. They help showcase anger, panic, intensity, or even convey the urgency of a scene.

But if you over use short sentences, your story could read as choppy or even kiddish.

Long sentences are great when you want to invoke a character giving careful consideration, slows a scene down, and stops the reader from plowing on faster than you want them to.

But on the flip side, they can also be incredibly long-winded, and exhausting to read.

This quote from Gary Provost explains it pretty well:

Alright, cool. But what does any of this have to do with Lily and her writing?

Everything, my dear reader.

Lily writes run-on sentences after run-on sentences. She's consistently writing 20+ words per sentence, and even goes as high as 40 at certain points.

This is the sentence length from chapter 1 of TSR:

And this is just the intro. It actually gets so bad that she almost had a fifty-word sentence at one point.

The only time this lets up is when Lily writes dialogue. However, most of her sentences from the dialogue scenes range from 17 to 19 words, unless a character is speaking.

And, since I know you're curious, yes. This is consistent across most of her fics. Here's a shot from Two Loving Mothers:

Here's a snippet from the Sith Resurgence Wiki:

And for fun, here's one from a WOW fic she wrote called This One Has Suffered Enough:

Now, a devil's advocate would argue that Lily isn't always writing long sentences. She's got sentences under twenty words, too, so why is it a big deal that Lily has longer sentences?

Well, for starters:

The longer you make your sentences, the harder they are to understand.

Long sentences force people to slow down and work harder to understand what you've written.

Long sentences can make the point hard to figure out.

They can also be incredibly draining to read.

The problem isn't that Lily is writing long sentences. The problem is that Lily is consistently writing long sentences in almost every paragraph.

When you add this on top of Lily's already formal style of writing, it kills the engagement even further. It starts to remind people of all those research papers they had to read for school.

Part of me can't help but wonder if one of the reasons Lily writes with such length, is because she wishes to invoke more sophisticated literary styles.

But there is a difference between:

 A few years ago in fact, when she was just a teenager, Aliana had come to Jakku with her mother and had spent most of the day with a very young and very distraught looking scavenger who seemed to struggle to pull parts off a downed speeder. (Sith Resurgence Chapter 1, 47 word sentence.)

And

The impression I had was that we were leaving the West and entering the East; the most western of splendid bridges over the Danube, which is here of noble width and depth, took us among the traditions of Turkish rule. (Dracula Chapter 1, 40 word sentence.)

In Dracula, the long sentence cleverly uses a semicolon. That semicolon indicates to the readers that the sentence has two different idea's that are being bridged together. That way, our brains have to do less work in reading it, and, the author can still get us to slow down and pay attention.

In Lily's sentence, while it's readable, it's also inefficient.

The sentence doesn't need to be 47 words long. If you cut out the fluff, and reword it to be more efficient, you can easily weed it down to 35 words, which, while still isn't great, is much more concise.

Here's just a quick rewritte of that very same sentence:

When Aliana was a teenager, she had come to Jakku with her mother and had sent most of the day with a young, distraught looking scavenger, who struggled to remove parts from a downed speeder. (35 words)

Of course, there is a lot more to go over, beside simple rewording, but that's for another post.

The point I'm trying to make here is simple:

It doesn't matter how good of a writer you are. If you write nothing but long, difficult sentences, your reader is going to get bored. They are going to stop paying attention, and they will abandon your story.

And I've just decided to make this a series, because they are other issues that bug me just as much as this!

#lily orchard #bad writing

[jadehogwarts]

Lol i wrote a whole fanfiction on wattpad and now im going to show it here

Drunk confession

It was a sunny evening in Londen. Aziraphale cleaning up the bookshop, reshelving some new books he got while Crowley is in a pub drinking his ass off, getting himself completely drunk to forget because why else would he drink somewhere alone? But that's the problem... being alone. He rather be alone somewhere drunk than admit his feelings towards the angel, so he drinks to forget. After drinking to much of whatever he drank. Crowley got a splendid idea. Why not visit your friend's bookshop while drunk? Crowley thought. What can possibly go wrong, so the demon got up and made his way out of the building. Stumbling towards his Bentley he couldn't even walk straight, nor could he remember to sober up. he threw the door open and let himself fall into the car seat sitting like a bag of potatoes. ''okay... I'm not so think as I drunk I am''. he muttered; Crowley was in fact more drunk than he thought. The demon finally hits the accelerator and drove as a maniac trough Londen.

Meanwhile Aziraphale was reading one of the new books he got Don Quixote by Miguel de Cervantes. The angel was standing in front one of the bookshelf's when he heard a loud bang what made him jump in place dropping his book, he looked at the doors that where slammed open, Crowley standing in the middle of the path stumbling around eventually leaning against a bookshelf. Aziraphale immediately calmed down when he realized who it was, he sighed unbothered, picking up his book and placed it on the shelf. It does not surprise him much anymore when Crowley did things like this from getting drunk to hitting someone with his car. But he was still curious why Crowley was drunk and didn't sober himself up. ''My dear. What happened to you? You look completely utterly drunk. I hope you didn't run anyone over but knowing you, you probably did'' the demon laughed in response ''n-no I didn't, and I'm not drunk at all see?'' Crowley stumbled forwards trying to proof his point, but it only proofed that he was drunk. The angel chuckled at his friend.''Of course, you are not drunk and I'm sure you can walk in a straight line infact I'm going to ask you to walk a straight line from the front of the bookshop to the back of it without falling do you think you can do that?'' Crowley raised his eyebrow in response. ''I can do that'' The demon lets go of the bookshelf falling a bit to the right, but he recovers himself fast. Aziraphale looks questionable at Crowley's attempt to walk. ''ey don't give me that look'' Crowley said *walking* forwards. He was stumbling halfway trough the bookshop where the angel was standing ''I told you I can do it'' but as soon as he said that he fell over his own feet infront of the angel. Aziraphale was at once concerned ''are you all right dear?''. It didn't bother Crowley at all instead he tilted his head up and laughed. ''Seems like a fell for you''.

The angel lets out a relieved sigh since Crowley is drunk Aziraphale didn't pay much attention to the comment he made. ''you have failed dear, but your attempts were highly amusing''. He chuckled along with the demon. Aziraphale helped Crowley up by the arms when he was finally standing a bit the angel sighed again with a worried smile ''What am I to do with you Crowley, you need to take better care of yourself dear I do worry about you''. Crowley didn't hear much from what the angel said to him since his head begins to spin, he placed his hand on his forehead. ''for starters you could throw me away'' he groaned at the headache he got but it slowly went a bit away. Aziraphale clapped his hands together, moved them down.'' I could but I wont you're my friend'' he released his hands, rubbing his nose bridge.'' I might be a bit disappointed in you, though my dear I mean I know you drink to much, but I did not think you would get this bad''. Crowley was getting slightly annoyed by all the questioning, his headache but he also couldn't be serious. ''then you don't know the real me'' he raised his voice at the angel crossing his arms accidently leaning to the right what made him almost fall again but he recovered himself quickly. Crowley isn't in a good state at all what made his friend concerned. Aziraphale looked with pity? Sympathy? At him, the demon couldn't really make sense of it. ''what is going on Crowley? You seem upset about something, usually you don't drink this much, in fact you never get this drunk, you have been acting so strangely lately it feels as if you're trying to prove something''. 

The angel clicked with his fingers trying to make sense of his friend's behaviour really expecting him to answer honestly while he's drunk. ''But I do not know what it is''. The demon smirked in response leaning, stumbling forward ''if I-I was trying to prove something to you would you really think I would be here like this'' as the demon was leaning forwards, he pouted a bit. The angel taken a step back while Crowley swayed his hand in the air. Aziraphale sighed holding his calm. '' I'm trying to understand your behaviour. You seemed so focused before the apocalypse now it seems that all you care about drinking yourself into a stupor'' the angel gave his friend a more concerned look, grabbing his hand what was floating somewhere in the air, putting it down so the demon doesn't hurt himself on accident. '' I am worried that you are trying to avoid something or escape from your emotions. I know you dear something isn't right here''. Aziraphale could really read his friend like a book he knew something was going on, but he could not place it. The demon leaned even more closer what made the angel flustered. He putted his hand in the air again and touched the angel's nose fast, smiling widely not putting it together what he is doing. Aziraphale took a deep breath calming himself down >he's drunk, and he doesn't know what he is doing< the angel thought to himself. While Crowley softly sighed '' Alright angel it doesn't matter because even if you where right what could you possibly do to help its not like you can shut off the feelings, I have for you''. He said annoyingly at the angel stumbling a bit fort and backwards Crowley didn't even realize what he said. Even his drunk self couldn't forget the feelings he has for his *friend*. 

Aziraphale was taken aback from the sudden unexpected confession of the demon, he looked at him in utterly shock while his cheeks start to get a colour. ''Crowley dear. What did you just say? Do you know what you said?'' Crowley looking confused back at him. '' I said what?''. He doesn't remember much from the conversation they had since he got at the bookshop. ''oh'' Aziraphale looked away embarrassed. Maybe he has heard it wrong? Or he didn't mean it since he is drunk. ''I see you don't even remember. The angel nervously chuckled.'' You said you had ehm feelings for me dear. Well at least that's what I thought you said. Crowley was getting more confused and tired of this conversation. What may have been hours he finally remembered he could sober himself up. ''what?'' he smiled sheepishly at his friend. ''I think I should sober myself up''. The angel nodded in response. ''That would probably be a good idea before we continue this conversation. You aren't yourself when you are drunk''. With that Crowley clicked his fingers, his body shaking a bit as he sobers up, leaving a bad taste in his mouth. Aziraphale letting out a nervous cough.'' So? Do you remember now?''. Crowley starts to rub his forehead ''wow''. He said loudly.'' I'm never getting that fucked up drunk again I couldn't even remember to sober myself up!''. he laughed out, then looking at the angel who was waiting for an answer. Crowley got serious again adjusting his sunglasses. ''No angel I don't remember much from earlier.'' He sighed hoping that he didn't say anything to embarrassing. The angel said fast ''You literally said you have feelings for me dear''. 

Crowley is the one now that stood in shock, he wanted nothing more then sink trough the floor or that the other demons took him and just killed him on spot. '' I did?''. He slammed his hand against his head. '' I'm such an idiot'' he muttered under his breath to himself. ''now it is a really good time to throw me out since you didn't want to do it earlier''. He said in a more high-pitched voice then he liked. The angel smiled sympathetically at his flustered friend.'' You're not an idiot Crowley. You did something stupid''. The angel chuckled to himself. ''But that doesn't mean you are an idiot. People do stupid stuff when they are drunk''. Aziraphale hesitated for a moment and took Crowley's hand. ''You are very important to me. I didn't want to throw you away then nor do I now''. He smiled at the demon as his cheeks are getting more of a colour now. '' But if you have something to say to me dear you can say it''. He gave Crowley's hand a little squeeze for reassurance. Meanwhile when the angel took his hand it surprised him making him a more flustered mess, but he didn't pull away he was to stunned to speak progressing all the things he said to him. ''I uhm''. He waited a moment collecting himself ''fine'' he couldn't actually understand why he agreed to talk about his feelings I guess it was something the angel got out of him. Crowley closed his eyes. Aziraphale couldn't even see if the demon closed or opened his eyes, but he could sense that Crowley was nervous. ''I didn't mean to tell you while drunk but I meant the words that was the whole reason I got drunk in the first place'' he really didn't want to see the angel's reaction as his face got more of a colour. Aziraphale was a bit shocked to hear it even though he sensed that Crowley was nervous he couldn't imagine that he loved him to, that he was hearing it correctly when he confessed earlier. He stares at his *friend* for a bit before saying anything. '' You....You actually meant it? You weren't just joking?''.

 Crowley is really starting to regret saying anything at all, that he got himself so drunk to end up in this situation. He slowly opened his eyes again. ''no, I wasn't joking''. Aziraphale starts to feel a little lightheaded. The world seems to spin around him. ''W-Why didn't you tell me sooner? You've been acting so strangely. But I never thought... I didn't know''. Crowley sighed getting more flustered by the second.'' Well maybe I didn't know how to tell you and you weren't picking up the signs either''. The angel was getting more overwhelmed by the situation. He took a deep breath and calmed himself down once again. '' ehm Well in that case I should say something as well shouldn't I?''. His face grew more hotter.'' I eh.... I have feelings for you to''. He chuckled. ''does that mean we are both idiots?''. Crowley's worries went away as he heard the angel confess his feelings. He laughs along with the angel. '' nah you're not. You don't get so stupidly drunk''. Aziraphale sighed relieved. ''No that's right. I don't get that drunk. I know my limits. But dear since you are sober''. He hesitated biting his lip.'' And we have admitted that we have feelings for each other.... What do you...''. The angel couldn't find the right words, but he smiled softly at Crowley. He knew exactly what he wanted to say. That's the benefit of knowing each other for 6000 years. '' Whatever you want us to be angel''. The demon smiled at him. Aziraphale smiling as well. 

He looked at Crowley and took of his glasses placing on the nearest shelf. ''I want to see your beautiful eyes you don't need to hide them from me''. As he said that he placed a hand on his cheek. Crowley only smiled more in response leaning into the touch. ''I... I want to be... I want this to mean something more. I want to be with you Crowley.''. the demon placed his hand gently on his angel's waist. He doesn't pull him closer yet while he wants to he doesn't want to go to fast for the angel. Aziraphale could sense that he hesitates .'' You are not going to fast for me dear''. With that Crowley pulls him closer their body'spressing against each other. Their faces inches away from each other. ''you don't know how long I have waited for this moment''. He said in a breathy whispering voice. Crowley closed the gap between them their lips pressed against the others. Aziraphale's other hand reached towards the other side of the demon's face pulling him closer. They have both waited so long for this, dancing around one another. They are on their own side now. As they explored each others' lips aziraphale pulled away catching his breath. Looking deeply into Crowley eyes. The world didn't around them didn't matter right now. Just the two of them. Aziraphale's hand was still on his cheek he pulled him closer again pressed his forehead against the demons closing his eyes. ''I love you Crowley. He also closed his eyes as he pressed his hand on the angels hand. ''I love you to angel''. After all he didn't regret getting that drunk.

#good omens #fanfic #writing #anthony j crowley #aziraley #aziraphale x crowley #crowley x arizaphale #crowley #azirafell #azirowley #aziracrow #ineffable husbands

[melodygatesauthor]

Big Announcement Regarding Requests

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Hey guys. As I’ve been working more and more on fulfilling regular requests (this is in no way related to the 1k follower celebration drabbles, and I’ll address that further down) I’ve come to the difficult decision that I won’t be opening my requests again after I finish the ones that have piled up in my inbox.

Explanation below the cut if you care as to why:

For starters, let me say this: this doesn’t mean that my inbox will be closed. I’m still around if you wanna scream at me about a thot you had or say something about a fic I wrote or whatever! - I just won’t be taking requests for regular fics.

When I first started this blog I was trying really hard to get more involved with the community and I was THRILLED to have my inbox open to any and all requests that came my way. I had less projects I was working on and a LOT more time to work on fics.

As I gained popularity (which like thank you so much to everyone who is following me you have no idea how much all this means to me) I got so many requests that I had to shut down my requests temporarily. When I shut them down temporarily, my intention was to open them back up again at some point, and I thought it would only take me a month or so to do that.

It’s been almost 3 months that some have been waiting.

I know a lot of you (and oh my god do I appreciate you) are willing to wait ages for me to get my act together, but the amount of stress it gives me is making it less fun. I know it shouldn’t, but it does. I am going to reiterate here - I’M GOING TO FINISH ALL THE REQUESTS I CURRENTLY HAVE IN MY INBOX - (excluding Anonymous requests. I will be removing those just to cut down on the long list I have. I'm sorry, I just need to. This does not include ones I asked for like the 1k drabble requests and the nonnie who requested Nathan Bateman after I specifically asked for NB requests.)

This benefits both of us in the long run

It’s obviously going to help me feel less stressed which is good. But when I’m tied up with requests, you’re missing out on the original ideas I’ve got stashed away for when I have more time to work on them. Less requests means more time to work on those ideas.

I’m a fast writer, we all know this, but I still haven’t figured out how to write two fics at once lol. There are so many ideas that I’ve had to put on the back burner to get through requests and I don’t want us to have to wait even longer.

This doesn’t mean “requests” are done permanently.

One of my favorite things to is set up events where I write drabbles for the community. I’m going to still have events here and there for different milestones (follower celebrations), life events (birthdays, etc), holidays and more!

When those are happening, just check the rules and submit one if you want!

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This was tough because I really do enjoy serving the community, but I have to worry about myself too. This is something I do for free and it’s supposed to be fun. If I’m not having fun, and my hobby is causing me stress, then I know I’ll start to suffer from burnout and none of us want that.

Who knows, I might change my mind and re-open them at some point, but as of right now that is not my intention.

Thank you all for understanding ❤️

P.S. If you're a writer with open requests, please feel free to mention it in the comments so readers looking for open request writers can find you!

#melody talks #thank you for your support #thank you for understanding #i love you all so much #you're all so amazing

[tothelasthoursofmylife]

8th Anniversary!

And it's still going on! I'm still writing it!!! With every passing year, I am rather glad (and surprised by myself) that I am still writing it and that I still love to write Watchdog of the Queen. At the same time, I cannot help but think/compare how much time has passed vs how much progress I've made with this story so far orz but I keep going, even if slowly, so that's something at least! And thank you so much for (still) reading this fanfic, even if updates are slow. Sorry for that!

No new update today. However, when I started writing WotQ, I was a teen with time/energy and far too many (often dumb) ideas. For many, I wrote the first chapter or the first few chapters and then shelved them, never to see the light of day - until today! If anyone's interested in some old, terrible Cloudia/Undertaker fic starters, they're under the cut. (They are posted as I left them.)

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The Princess

I am a fan of The Selection series by Kiera Cass. I reread The Heir and The Crown earlier this year and I loved them more than when I initially read them. Obviously, I had to think of a spoof of it. Cloudia having her own Selection, with Cedric (and Milton and Kamden (rip) and some others; this was an AU of WotQ, not just another Cloudia/Undertaker fanfic...) amongst the candidates. The notes file was last edited in 2016; the first chapter below in 2017. Very obviously based on The Heir. Just worse. (Why tf didn't I even change the kingdom's name??? I even made a cover edit, rip)

The kingdom of Illéa had been reigned by born kings for a long time now. No matter if there was a girl born before a boy, the boy would become crown prince upon his birth and thus obtain the privilege to someday become king.

However, sometimes times changed.

The current king, King Simon, was an only child who had married a woman who had given birth to an only child too ‒ me, Princess Cloudia. And despite their efforts, I had always stayed an only child. Therefore, I couldn’t be overruled by a younger brother, and thus it was me who was to be the ruler someday.

Me, Princess Cloudia, the first queen to hold the title on her own.

The fact that after all these years a girl would ascend the throne wasn’t very pleasant for the Royal advisers. After all, such a case had never happened before. But knowing that they couldn’t change this fact even though they badly wanted to, they did their best to convince my father, the King, that I needed intense training ‒ an even more intense training than the one he had received as a young prince. Wanting to support my talents and making it able for me to be the best I would ever be, Father had agreed. And from that day on, I was tormented by the adviser’s ridiculous lessons and teachings.

Fearing that I could fail to be queen, they let me undergo a dreadful training. However, they had never imagined that I would learn so fast and surpass my teachers in a very short time.

I was Princess Cloudia Phantomhive, the genius, the prodigy. No one was as powerful as I was.

***

I was peacefully reading in the small forest in the Palace’s garden when Lisa Greene, my maid, approached me, and for some reason I had the fear that something incredibly bad would happen today.

“Princess Cloudia,” Lisa said after she had curtsied in front of me. “Your parents, the King and the Queen, want to speak to you in private.”

***

When I entered my father’s office, I knew that something was entirely wrong. Still, I sat down at the table and remained calm.

“Cloudia, how are you? We haven’t seen you since breakfast,” King Simon asked. Unlike his daughter and wife, Simon stood beside the window.

“I am fine. Also because you would have never summoned me here just to ask me how I was doing, I guess this is just something for you to avoid the topic you actually want to speak of.” Cloudia leaned back, crossing her arms in front of her chest. “Don’t beat around the bush, Father, and tell me straightaway why I’m here.”

Simon sighed. “It is your fault, Penny, that she is such a bold girl,” he mumbled to his wife.

“Well, you could have chosen one of the other thirty-four Selected girls, Simon,” Queen Penelope replied with a soft smile on her lips.

Simon walked away from the window and positioned himself behind his wife’s chair, grabbing the backrest. “Thanks, Penny. These were exactly the right words.”

Cloudia frowned. “What are you talking about, Father?”

The King swallowed. He looked uneasy. “Well, Cloudie... as you know, the situation between us and the British Empire has sharpened lately. We are still trying to negotiate with them as best as we can, but if we do not manage to defuse the situation...” He swallowed again. “Our country’s people are feeling uneasy, suspecting that something is wrong. But we cannot allow them to know about our current situation ‒ it would just cause a huge panic all over the country. However, with our people feeling uneasy and suspicious, we cannot properly negotiate with the British Empire, and thus we cannot defuse the situation.”

“I know about our relation with the British Empire,” Cloudia said. “And I know about our people being uneasy, but why did you summoned me here? Just to tell me something I have already known?”

Penelope and Simon exchanged a look.

“Well, Cloudia...” Simon started again, his voice a little bit shaky. “You know how your mother and I met, and you know that holding a Selection for the future sovereign to find their consort is a tradition in this country...”

Cloudia’s eyes widened in the moment she understood why she was here.

No.

“No,” she said aloud. “No, no, no! I am not going to have a Selection! And definitely not because we have to distract our people somehow so that we can calmly negotiate with the British Empire!”

“Cloudie, dear, just listen...”

“No!” Cloudia raised up from her chair. “You cannot do that to me!”

“Sooner or later you would have to hold a Selection anyway,” Penelope stated. “Just because you are going to be the first Royal-born queen of this country does not mean that you can skip this country’s traditions.”

Cloudia clenched her fists. “I know that, Mother. But I am not ready to marry now. I am just sixteen. I cannot do that now.”

“But you do not have to marry straightaway after the end of the Selection, Cloudia. We would wait until you’re older.”

“But I also don’t want to settle on some stranger now! And what if... what if I just don’t find anyone suitable among these boys? Do I have to bound myself to someone I despise to all eternity?”

“There will be thirty-five boys, Cloudia. The Selection has worked so many times now ‒ why shouldn’t it work on you?”

Cloudia crossed her arms in front of her chest again. “Just because you two are basically a fairy tale doesn’t mean that I will find myself in one too.”

“And what about the kings and queens before us? They all fell in love during a Selection.”

“And what if they actually didn’t? What if they had to marry someone just because they were obliged to pick anyone at the end of the Selection, even though they didn’t like any of them? What if all we know about the previous Selections is a lie?”

“Now you are being ridiculous,” Penelope pointed out.

“I am not being ridiculous. I am being rational.”

The Queen leaned forward, narrowing her eyes. “Cloudia. We had planned to hold your Selection after you turned eighteen, but think about our situation... If we don’t distract our people and they find out about our unfortunate situation, we wouldn’t have to deal with problems outside of our borders, but also inside them. It wouldn’t benefit our negotiations.” Her gaze softened. “Please, Cloudie, we wouldn’t hold your Selection so early if we had the option to avoid it. During a Selection, the mood of our country’s people was always at its best ‒ like when you were born or your father and I were married. And we need something now which can lift their mood, Cloudie. There just isn’t something more effective than a Selection.”

Cloudia sighed.

Being a princess, especially one who was also the heir, was sometimes quite annoying.

“Very well... but I will only do it under two conditions: One, I want the Selected to be able to leave on their own accord. Two, if I simply cannot find anyone suitable during my Selection, I want to have the freedom to end it without me becoming engaged to someone.”

Penelope chuckled. “No, we cannot allow your second condition. You would eliminate all of the boys on the very first day if we did.”

“And what if I promise to let the Selection run for at least three to four months?”

Penelope exchanged a look with Simon who had started to look awfully uneasy and had not said anything for a while now. “Very well,” he silently said in the end. “We will do it like you have suggested it. We will announce your Selection during the next Report.”

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The Amazing Grim Reaper

... A uhm, recap series for between the arcs, with fourth-wall-breaking commentary from Cedric and Cloudia. I wrote three chapters for that and started the fourth and fifth. I thought of "alternate chapter titles" and even made edits of the chapter covers. The recaps were meant to be drawn, I think, and that's what (thankfully!!) doomed them. They were all last edited in 2016, and below is the first chapter. Yikes.

Cloudia: I did not seduce anyone!

Cedric: *laughs* Of course you did, Countess! Shall I remind you what you said to our all-time favourite Lord Parrish? *imitating Cloudia´s voice* “You´re not that bad yourself, Lord. Your footwork is exquisite.”

Cloudia: *scowls at him* I guess that you need better glasses as you have obviously over-read this: “I wasn´t lying ‒ I found his footwork was as exquisite as the appetizers given out at this party.”

Cedric: I don´t understand how this should help you. After all, this sentence only strengthens the fact that you fell head over heels in love with Parrish and tried to seduce him. You are comparing him to food after all! Exquisite food!

Cloudia: I was not done! “I wasn´t lying ‒ I found his footwork was as exquisite as the appetizers given out at this party. Fairly, the man who dared to call himself a cook and prepared these abnormalities should be hanged immediately. I had to speak with the host, Baron Charles Worthington, about this when everything was over.” That´s the whole passage! I compared Parrish´s footwork to terrible food! How can that be evidence that I was in love with him?

Cedric: You´re a strange person, Countess. Perhaps this was the nicest comparison someone like you could think of. Also, Parrish could be a masochist or something in that direction and thus actually like being compared to terrible food.

Cloudia: Why am I even talking to you?

Cedric: *ignores her* Besides, I have more evidence that you were seducing him, Countess! Listen: “However, I have to admit that I haven´t danced for quite a while now, and I´m totally exhausted and heated up due to this instance. May you accompany me outside to get some fresh air?” Am I right in my assumption that you have said these exact words in January 1847, Countess Cloudia Phantomhive?

Cloudia: What exactly is so seducing about these words?

Cedric: Answer my question, defendant!

Cloudia: First, I am not a defendant. Second, now answer mine or you will never get any of Armstrong´s sweets again.

Cedric: That´s just cruel. Also, it´s seducing because you were saying that that you were “heated up” and wanted to go outside with Parrish. Alone.

Cloudia: Have passage like “We walked down the street, and I listened to his boring chatter. He was speaking of his company all the time. But I had to play my role, so I stayed polite, smiled and laughed at the right times, even though I was scowling inside.” or “She met his eyes, while her face showed clear disgust.” become totally irrelevant now?

Cedric: Yes.

Cloudia: ... You´re not supposed to answer it.

Cedric: But I did because “yes” is the one and only correct answer to this question. Besides, you´re forgetting this: “Lord Ronan Parrish was the reason why I had come to this boring, dull party all the way from my comfortable, quiet and orderly mansion in the countryside.” I guess this case is closed now.

Cloudia: ... Parrish was the reason why I went there because I was ordered by the Queen to exterminate him!

Cedric: You mean she ordered you “to find and marry him”? You know how much of a shipper the Queen is. After all, she sent us both to Wales once. Also, I said that this case is closed, Countess. I, Judge Cedric Kristopher Rossdale, name defendant Countess Cloudia Phantomhive to be-

Cloudia: Objection! I stabbed Parrish! I murdered him! If I had been in love with him, why would I have stabbed him?

Cedric: Because you were so disgusted with the thought that someone was able to touch the softest part of your little dark heart that you killed him.

Cloudia: I can see why the other Reapers don´t like you.

Cedric: Once again: I, Judge Cedric Kristopher Rossdale, name defendant Countess Cloudia Phantomhive to be... guilty!

Cloudia: *sigh* Also, I don´t think that you can call Ronan Parrish a “poor man.” He maltreated children and let them die in his factories like they´re nothing.

Cedric: I know but what if even though he hated children, he loved animals and was one of the main donators for a little zoo which has to close now?

Cloudia: I don´t even know if you´re serious or not.

Cedric: He could have been a very nice person apart from this thing. But we will never know because you have erased him from earth!

Cloudia: *rolls her eyes* You´re being ridiculous, Undertaker.

Cedric: I am not! You´re just being insensitive! Ronan Parrish could have been the nicest guy on the entire planet ‒ who just happened to like mistreating children.

Cloudia: You really want to die, don´t you?

Cedric: I mean ‒ what if he had been framed? What if he knew nothing of these kids?

Cloudia: I checked all the evidence to make sure that it was really Parrish who was behind everything ‒ and he was. Now, leave me alone. *turns to the audience* I will break this off before Undertaker can continue behaving like a moron. *Cedric yells something in the back* I apologise for his behaviour. Apparently, his mother dropped him as a baby and thus his brain is a bit damaged. Let´s just hope that the (irresponsible) writer does not let him take over the story again.

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Ciel timeline chapters

This side fic (!) to WotQ had an actual title, but I'm holding on to it for now because maybe, maybe, really very maybe, I will revive this project. Not as extensively as I had planned initially, just something small and short (and this time, I would mean it!!). But that would only be for the far future. Until then, here's the first chapter from 2017. (I only wrote that, a bit of the 2nd, and a few snippets...)

Chapter One: The Gallery of the Dead

“There, Phantoms were trapped in drawings.”

INTO THE ABYSS ARC

Countryside, England, United Kingdom ‒ October 1889

It was awfully silent when Sieglinde Sullivan woke up. The darkness of the sky, when she glimpsed out of the window by her bed, told her that it was still night and day was not about to come in the next couple of hours.

Sighing, Sieglinde let herself fall back into her bed and hugged her blanket. She closed her eyes, but when sleep would not come, she turned and turned around in her bed, trying to find a position comfortable enough that she would fall asleep again, and ultimately kicking her blanket down. Accepting that she was unable to go back to sleep right now, Sieglinde grabbed her crutches and left her bedroom to take a walk in the spacious Phantomhive Manor.

During the day, the manor was filled with all kinds of noise: explosions coming from the kitchen, screaming, Ciel´s annoyed sighs, the sound of porcelain breaking, crying, Tanaka’s “Ho ho,” the sound of people hysterically running back and forth. During the day, Phantomhive Manor gleamed with life, but right now, the manor seemed to have died. The clattering of Sieglinde’s crutches pierced through this eerie silence.

It was hard to explore Phantomhive Manor during the day as someone would always bother you with something or as something would always come up which would distract you from your actual plans. But now, Sieglinde was able to enter rooms she had never seen before, and walk through corridors she had not known before. And, eventually, she entered one of the oddest rooms of all Phantomhive Manor.

The Gallery was located in the back area of the manor, an area nobody usually entered. But despite no light except the moonlight illuminating the room, Sieglinde was already captivated by the Gallery’s beauty: Chandeliers, more beautiful, more delicate and elegant than the chandeliers in the other rooms, hung from the ceiling. The ground was pitch black but the places which were touched by the light glittered, indicating that there was more to the blackness than initially thought. The faint white patterns on the pale golden walls shimmered silvery in the moonlight – and so did the hair of the boy standing all alone in this room.

Ciel Phantomhive seemed like a ghost in the way he stood unmoving in front of one of the many drawings – surreal and out of place –, and Sieglinde almost believed that she had simply imagined his presence, but when she closed and opened her eyes again, Ciel was still there.

Slowly, Sieglinde moved towards him, the sound of her crutches tearing at her ears. And while she walked, she glimpsed at some of the drawings – all of them bearing the sad, serious faces of people long dead and long forgotten.

When she reached Ciel´s side, she waited for him to move, to turn his face to her and say something, but when Ciel kept staring at the drawing in front of him like he was under a spell, Sieglinde positioned herself right next to him and did so as well.

The drawing showed three people: two men, and one woman. The woman was sitting on a chair which looked so regal that it could almost be called a throne, and the two men stood behind her – one left, one right. Even with this poor light quality, Sieglinde could clearly see the woman’s beauty. Her dark hair, her porcelain skin, her glowing eyes. The woman in the picture shone with confidence and strength, and the smile on her face reminded Sieglinde of one of Ciel’s vicious smiles. She was the centre of the picture, stole all attention from the two men in the background like a queen.

“Who is she?” Sieglinde whispered, not daring to speak louder.

“My grandmother – Cloudia Phantomhive,” Ciel answered after a long pause, and turned away from the drawing. “And now, let us get out of here.”

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Unrelated to WotQ but Cloudia/Undertaker stories:

Itamae Phantomhive

I was procrastinating from writing a chapter for WotQ (I cannot remember which one it was; I'm sure I was procrastinating from uni stuff too) by thinking of something idiotic (modern sushi shop AU: The Phantomhives run a sushi shop as a "front" to gather information. Their clientele are mainly criminals and shady people, and they don't know they're the Watchdog family. Only Cloudia can't cook for shit, so she just hires Tanaka when he comes to kill her). I wrote two chapters and a bit of the third and then I forced myself to pull the brakes and post the story on AO3. It stayed up for about 24h hours, got no or maybe one hit, and then I deleted it. From 2018.

Chapter One: Itadakimasu

After her father's death, Cloudia Phantomhive inherited the Watchdog duty—and the Phantomhive family's sushi restaurant. Unfortunately, she was only ever trained in the art of killing, not in the art of sushi.

Struggling to run the restaurant, not to accidentally poison her criminal clientele, and be accepted into the (criminal) culinary world, Cloudia finds fortune in the oddest of ways: through an assassination attempt.

The funeral parlour was dark and dusty when Cloudia Phantomhive stepped inside, and she already regretted choosing it just because it was so close to work. She closed the door behind her and turned on the lights – and a few weak lights looking like candles came to life, exposing rows of coffins, numerous skulls, loose bones lying around.

Well done, Cloudia, you have chosen the funeral parlour of a weirdo.

“Is anyone there?” Cloudia said but nobody replied and appeared. Instead, she heard laughter seemingly coming from everywhere, seemingly coming from one of the coffins.

Cloudia took a deep breath, cursing herself for not checking this place first and potentially endangering herself, before she pricked up her ears and knocked against the coffins to find out from which one the laughter was coming from. And when she finally found the right coffin, Cloudia tore it open and found the strangest looking man she had ever seen inside it. He had long grey hair which fell into his eyes, and he wore old-fashioned black clothes, which were too large for him, and a compatible hat.

“You found me!” he said and giggled, stepping out of the coffin and wandering around the room before sitting down on a large desk made of dark wood.

“You have to be the new Countess of Phantomhive,” said the man. “I have already awaited you.”

“Of course,” Cloudia replied. “We had an appointment after all.”

He grinned. “Please take a seat, Countess Phantomhive.”

She frowned. “And where?”

He gesticulated towards the coffins on the ground. “As you have checked them, you should know that they are empty. For now, at least.”

Cloudia sat down, and the man held an opened casket, from which bone-shaped biscuits reached out, out to her. “Do you want some, Countess Phantomhive?”

“No, thanks. And ‘Miss Phantomhive’ or even just ‘Cloudia’ is fine. You don’t have to be so awfully formal. After all, nobody really cares about old noble titles nowadays anyway – don’t you think so, Mr…?”

“Undertaker,” the man said.

“You’re an undertaker and your name is… Undertaker?”

Undertaker smiled. “Indeed.”

“I didn’t get a lot of sleep in the last week, so, please excuse me if I put this too bluntly, but are you shitting on me right now?”

“Of course, not, Countess Phantomhive,” he replied with no sarcasm in his voice. Cloudia wasn’t quite sure how she should feel about it.

Cloudia rubbed her eyes. “Very well, Mr Undertaker…”

“Just ‘Undertaker’ is enough.”

Then just ‘Cloudia’ should be as well. She sighed. “Very well, Undertaker. How are the preparations for my father’s funeral going?” she asked, clutching her hands together in her lap.

“Splendidly,” Undertaker answered, taking a bite off one of his biscuits. “As soon the late Earl is returned by the police, the funeral will be held.”

She took a deep breath. “No complications?”

“No.”

“No further questions?”

“No.”

Cloudia took another deep breath before taking her bag and standing up. “Then – it was nice to finally meet you, Undertaker.”

He put away the casket and tilted his head. “You came here just to ask a few questions you could have asked on the phone as well?”

I just had to go outside. “I just wanted to be here if you needed my help with anything,” Cloudia answered, smiling. “And now, I have to go again. Goodbye, Undertaker.”

***

London, just like every big city she guessed, was a noisy place. And even though it wasn’t her first time in London, Cloudia flinched when she stepped out of the funeral parlour and was met with all that noise. There were so many people, so many things to see – so much life, so much movement –, and Cloudia wondered when, if at all, she would get accustomed it. London was so much different than the little town by Phantomhive Manor where she grew up after all.

Cloudia put on her earphones to shut herself off the world a bit and kept on walking. Her mother, the last Countess of Phantomhive, had died when she had been very young, and instead of letting his daughter live with him at the family’s London townhouse, Cloudia’s father had decided that she was to continue living at Phantomhive Manor with only a few servants to look after her. It wasn’t because her father didn’t love her – it was because he had wanted to keep her away as much as possible from the world he frequented. He had wanted to protect her even if it meant that they could only see each other a couple of times a year. This had been the sacrifice he had made; this had been the sacrifice he had accepted.

And now, he was dead.

When Cloudia arrived, she took off the earphones, threw them into her bag, and counted from ten downwards before she unlocked the restaurant’s door.

The Phantomhives were a special family.

Cloudia didn’t know when it had started but for what seemed like forever, the Phantomhives served the British Crown as Watchdogs. They governed the Underworld – and just like everything neither the Underworld nor the methods to oversee stayed the same.

Cloudia still wondered why the old methods had evolved into this: A sushi restaurant frequented by criminals and run by the very person who would bring them down. A sushi restaurant whose basement was a technological Eldorado.

The restaurant was located in a place known for its criminal activity, and the whole reasoning behind this façade was that nobody ever suspected the quiet cook or the waiter wandering around like a ghost as long as nobody was poisoned. But even then, suspicion didn’t often fall on the waiter or the cook but on the person facing you. After all, it was easier albeit riskier to put the poison into the tea yourself instead of bribing the waiter or exchanging the cook, especially if it was a place whose employees were well-known to the Underworld and the Underworld was well-known to the employees too. And the “Funtom Tetra” was such a place. The criminals frequenting London, or even Great Britain as a whole, knew that the Phantomhives were running this place, knew who was working here. They also knew that the Phantomhives would never do anything to lose their clientele by doing something as foolish as taking a side and engaging in any underground wars or selling information. And they were right, but only partially – the Phantomhives didn’t take the side of a criminal but of the Crown; they didn’t engage in underground wars, they brought them to an end; they didn’t sell information, they only used it to cleverly take them down before presenting the truth to the Queen.

But why, of all things, a sushi restaurant? Cloudia had once asked her father that question, and the only answer he had been able to give had been a shrug.

With a sigh, Cloudia turned on the lights and locked the door behind her, leaning against it and letting her gaze wander through the restaurant. She had loved her father – she still did. She understood why he had let her grow up safe and sound at the manor. But now, he was dead, and the family duty was left to her.

And she had no idea how to run a sushi restaurant.

Ah, isn’t that every girl’s dream?

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Monsters of London

Another book series I like is Monsters of Verity. There are monsters in that book called Sunai that "collect" (or, rather, consume) souls after playing a melody, so I decided to replace the Grim Reapers' gardening tools with musical instruments too. I also thought of more monsters and decided to make Cloudia unable to walk, based on the meaning of her name: "lame, crippled." I actually still like this idea and think the prologue isn't that awfully written as the things above, but the fic is binned because I simply have no time. From 2018.

Prologue: Elegy

Countryside, England, United Kingdom – June 1838

Even after all those years, he was amazed how naturally the melody came to him when he hoisted the violin to his shoulder and touched the strings with the bow. He closed his eyes and let himself be fully absorbed by the song, swiftly moving the bow and adjusting his fingers on the strings. When he played, he felt completely calm and at ease. When he played, he felt complete. And every time, the song came to its end, he had to force himself not to start again, but to take down the bow, withdraw the violin from his shoulder, and open his eyes again to see what he had done.

Cedric Rosene had never been a man, had only ever been a monster wearing the face of one. When he played his melody, he could pretend to be what he only seemed to be, but when he opened his eyes, he was always confronted with what he was: A monster which lured souls out of bodies to collect them, to safely store them away before they were ready to go on.

His kind was called Sunai, but over the centuries, they had become better known as Grim Reapers in tales and legends.

Cedric knelt down next to the corpse whose soul had surfaced while he had played his song. Gently, he tapped his bow to the shining soul to collect it and start the Cinematic Record – a voiced-over record of the corpse’s life. When Cedric had collected a soul for the first time, his hands had shaken when he had taken up his violin and started his song. Of course, the melody had taken away his tension and the feeling of nausea, but they had returned the instance he had moved to hold the bow against the dead body. And afterwards, he had been plagued by what he did and what he saw of the person’s record. Back then, Cedric had been haunted at day and at night. Now, his bad thoughts were only woven into his dreams.

After he had finished, Cedric left the room and searched for more corpses to find, for more souls to claim. In the distance, he could hear the melodies of his fellow Reapers who had come with him to this place; even though they were far away, Cedric could still make out every note.

From what he had found out of the Cinematic Records, the lady of the household had fallen ill in the middle of April and had only managed to fight herself back to healthiness a few weeks ago. The sudden and drastic decrease in the mistress’ health had caused great panic and worry for her family and the other household members. Everyone had focused to nurse her out of this horrible state; nobody had even wasted a single thought on the Season which had begun shortly before she had become sick. However, after she had triumphed over the disease and returned to her former self, preparations had been started to move to London for the Season.

The preparations had included to send some servants ahead to their townhouse so that they could ready it for their master’s family. And then, someone had taken the current state of the manor – understaffed, hectic – to their advantage to sneak into it and silently murder everyone inside.

How sad, Cedric had thought after the first Cinematic Record had finished before his eyes. Such tragedy after such happiness.

He found his path through the manor, following the faint hum of souls resting beneath not-beating hearts and collecting each of them. Eventually, Cedric arrived in what seemed to be a salon. It must have been a stunning room, once upon a time, but now, part of the carpet and walls were stained with blood; now, part of the furniture laid knocked-over, sometimes even partially broken, on the ground. Glancing down at the maid’s and butler’s unmoving bodies, Cedric hoisted his violin back to his shoulders and began to play. He took the servants’ souls, but right before he left, he blinked at the wheelchair, sitting lonely but upright in the middle of the room. From what he had found out of the records, the daughter had been born with legs which would never carry her. The wheelchair was hers. When the first had noticed what was going on in the mansion, the butler and the maid had hurried to the salon to find the young lady, but they had only found the wheelchair. They hadn’t been able to search further for her.

Cedric tore his gaze away from the chair and scanned the room. A Sunai’s song made a person’s soul surface and glow, and this effect wasn’t limited to those dead or dying. He stilled when he saw a silver glow shining through the thin gap between the cupboard’s doors. The soul of a dying or dead person was always black, but the souls of the living could have every possible colour.

For a moment, Cedric played with the thought to open the cupboard and lift the girl out and back into the wheelchair. And, perhaps, he would have even done it – helping the girl, revealing himself to her against the rules – if one of his companions hadn’t called for him.

With one last glance at the cupboard, Cedric turned around and left the salon – following the notes hanging in the air to the others.

#bonus chapters #cloudia phantomhive #undertaker #8th anniversary nonsense!! #that's not all but many of the rest are either just ideas with nothing written at all #or very unfinished first chapters #for one I didn't even complete the first sentence yikes #hope you found some enjoyment in these very old pieces

[primordialhazbin]

munday writing detail meme!

Name: Kotys

Age range: under 18 | between 18 and 25 | 25 and older

Pronouns: She/Her

Random fact about me: I have sectoral heterochromia. My irises are half blue and half green.

When it comes to planning threads: I like to wing it completely | I like to plan the start of the thread | I like to plan several key points in the thread | I like to plan every reply | It depends (elaborate)

Pre-established relationships between muses: I enjoy them | I like them occasionally but mostly prefer to play the relationship out | I don't do pre-established relationships

When it comes to replies, I like to: Keep mine short (1-2 paragraphs) | Keep mine to medium length | Keep my replies long (10+ paragraphs) | It depends (elaborate) The mood dictates the length of the reply, and it also depends on the driving point of my reply. It's important to me that I can express my muse in an appropriate way that gives your muse & the overall thread the necessary hooks for us to grab and continue the story.

I generally try to reply in: 1 day | 3 days | A week | Within a month | More than a month

I like getting asks for memes I reblogged a long time ago: Yes | No | Depends

I like getting random IC asks from my mutuals: Yes | No | Depends

I like getting tagged in unplanned starters from my mutuals: Yes | No | Depends

I like getting getting OOC asks from my mutuals to plan our threads: Yes | No | Depends

I like getting getting OOC asks from my mutuals just to chat about things not related to RP: Yes | No | Depends (K here - I'm not good at keeping conversations cuz I get tired fast in social situations. You can talk to me about regular degular stuff if you wanna but it's not what I seek here. I'm here to focus on rp first and foremost 🫶 hence ooc friendships might be hard to create with me but I prommy I love all the friends who have patiently grown a friendship with me over months of friendly slowburn lmao)

I enjoy writing: Drama! I love having an external conflict that drives our muses in a certain direction where they can grow their relationship. :) I'm not great at banter for the sake of banter. I need a story.

I don't enjoy writing: Fast banter. I don't have the time to spend on quick back and forths. I wish I did tho. It looks super fun! Also smut. I'm so awkward with it, I just can't do it without being beet red in the face. I can try, but it's got to be part of a bigger story so I don't feel like there's a spotlight on the act.

My favourite tropes are: Rivals to friends/lovers and friends/lovers to rivals. Found family. Secret identities. Funny slice of life situations.

Opinion on shipping (for a specific character or in general): It's good 👍 I'm a huge sucker for slowburn. I don't like jumping into ships because I love building up to them. Sometimes baking the cake is more fun than eating it if you catch my drift.

I get inspired to write by doing this: Listen to music that feels appropriate to the storyline's current mood, hallucinate the scene with my mind's eye, write down the main idea I want to convey in my reply, note a couple of bullet points then take a break and come back when I'm able to revise my ideas and actually write the reply. This is mostly for big threads with big plot points, or threads I've lost the initial creative inertia for. I don't always take breaks to revise, but this is mostly the gist of my process.

One of my favourite threads/drabbles/etc: On my SpyxFam blog, my Yor and I wrote an AMAZING thread in which our fake spouses found each other after my muse had to fake his death. I think it was the best thread I've ever written with someone. My incredible RP partner helped me push against my writing limits & I feel like I am a much better writer thanks to them. I think our thread went for 6 months lol it was such a good experience!!! I've also written Lilith a couple years ago with an incredible Lucifer that I hold fondly to my heart. It was just as good!

A writing partner (or partners!) I've enjoyed writing with: My incredible Yor on my SXF blogs and a couple of writers I've sadly lost contact with. I hope they're fine.

A mutual I want to write with but haven't yet: Oh man, all of you!

Tagged by: none, found this on the for you page

Tagging: you!

#ooc : the mortal

[iamthecomet]

It's called Betrayal at House on the Hill but my friend got the Baudlers Gate expansion for it and we've been playing that any chance we get I like playing the Bard because they get a special thing that you can give someone on your side during the haunt and it gives a bonus on your rolls. It's like starter D&D and it's so fun.

I wrote that Ficlet so fast because it was for an ask game but now I'm gonna have to write a bunch of stuff about it because after Bex read it we had so many ideas about it 😂

🕸️

I fucking love Betrayal at the House on the Hill!! One of my favorite games by far. It's just always so so good. The Baldur's Gate expansion sounds so fun too. I always forget that game has expansions, I really should look into those... I'm queueing up the ficlet for my nightime reading. I'm very excited!!

#comet comments #🕸️anon #comet's anons

[perspectivestarters]

Perspective's Sentence Starters; MANIA by Fall Out Boy (Part II)

HEAVEN'S GATE

"One look from you and I'm on that faded love."

"If there were any more left of me, I'd give it to you."

"I'm a missile that's guided to you."

"Go out in the world to start over again and again."

"Would you sneak me a wristband?"

"I'm gonna need a boost."

"Everything else is a substitute for your love."

"I got dreams of my own, but I want to make yours come true."

"Please come through, honey."

"You're the one habit I just can't kick."

"You're the one."

CHAMPION

"I'm calling you from the future to let you know we've made a mistake."

"There's a fog from the past that's giving me such a headache."

"I'm back with a madness."

"I'm a champion."

"I'm a champion of the people who don't believe in champions."

"I got nothing but dreams."

"I'm just young enough to still believe, but young enough not to know what to believe in."

"If I can live through this, I can do anything."

"I got rage every day."

"The only thing I do is sit around and kill the time."

SUNSHINE RIPTIDE

"I don't even have my own attention."

"Please don't ever change."

"You don't like me the way I am."

"The world tried to burn all the mercy out of me, but you know I wouldn't let it."

"It tried to teach me the hard way."

"I can't forget it."

"I love you 'til I don't."

"No idea what I'm doing now."

"There are no atheists in foxholes."

"The pressure's getting to me."

"It's time to throw in the towel."

"I'm stuck in the sunshine riptide."

"You came back like a wave when I was feeling alright."

"I fell in love, but I didn't fall down."

"Ain't no slowing down."

"Got the blunt and the juice."

"You are my truest feeling yet."

"I love you so much, it's just like oxygen."

"It's going to my head."

"Take all your possibilities then take away the limits."

"Take your ideas and throw away all the gimmicks."

"I do the best with what I have."

YOUNG AND MENACE

"We've gone way too fast for way too long."

"We were never supposed to make it half this far."

"I think that God is gonna have to kill me twice."

"I forgot what I was losing my mind about."

"I only wrote this down to make you press rewind."

" I was young and a menace."

"Woke up on the wrong side of reality."

"There's a madness that's just coursing right through me."

"Not sure I'm there yet but I'm certain I've arrived."

"I’m just here flying off the deep end."

"I'm just here to become the best yet."

"I'm just here for the psych assessment."

BISHOPS KNIFE TRICK

"I'm pedal to the metal, make no mistake."

"This is my pity party."

"I'm living out of time."

"Spiritual revolt from the waist down."

"I'm just a full tank away from freedom."

"These are the last blues we're ever gonna have."

"Let's see how deep we get."

"The glow of the cities below lead us back to the places that we never should have left."

"I got a feeling inside that I can't domesticate."

"I'm yours 'til the earth starts to crumble and the heavens roll away."

"I'm struggling to exist with you and without you."

"I know I should walk away, but I just want to let you break my brain."

"I can't seem to get a grip no matter how I live with it."

#rp sentence starters #rp sentence meme #rp sentence prompts #sentence starters #sentence meme #sentence prompts #lyric sentence starters #lyric starters #music starters #rp meme #rp memes #rp prompts #ask meme #*mystarters #*mania

[ot3]

first of all, i am violently in love your ace attorney fancomic. that one panel of mia in the elevator and edgeworth on the stairs sitting back to back lives rent free in my head, i think abt it every 3-5 business days and go feral. tysm <3 second, would you ever consider showing us ur process behind it? like how you plan it, the dialog + composition, etc? id personally love to get that insight !!

thank you so much!!!

i actually do have a TON of behind the scenes/process stuff up on my patreon for $2. every thumbnail/color rough/scrapped page comp i've done is up there, and i've been writing detailed commentary on the comic as a whole because it's something people expressed an interest in reading. there's a decent amount of it right now and ill have a new batch of commentary up sometime in the next few days

as for more generalized stuff about process ill stick that here under the cut but unfortunately it is going to be EXTREMELY unhelpful because my process habits are very bad.

so as for prewriting/pre-planning i do almost none of it. i've been trying to get better at doing that but i get so so so bored of that so fast. here's a screenshot of my first outline, cropped to just show everything i've drawn so far.

as you can see this all means pretty much nothing and i also didnt quite follow it. we didn't get the mia and greg postmortem and swiss rolls stuff for turnabout samurai because i later decided to scrap it. later down in this document there are slightly more detailed notes about some specific scenes, but really its all super lose.

Recently i tried to write a more detailed outline for the upcoming parts of the comic, and the stuff that happened in this most recent batch of pages was documented there pretty well

but already the stuff i wrote in this outline for later batches is not accurate to what i want anymore so to be honest the outlines are kind of a wash for me. what's really the meat of my pre-planning process is i just have a private discord server where i dump notes.

the reason i use a discord server for this is because its super easily accessible from every device i have, and doesnt require backing up between locations. i also just dump chunks of canon text in there that i want to pull exact dialogue from when i'm doing my transcript rereads.

a lot of these notes are completely useless and redundant

most of them are snippets of dialogue i want to put in on later pages. almost none of this dialogue will ever be used. for starters, a lot of it is different takes on the exact same handful of scenes and so by default are mutually exclusive bits of content. i like to just dump as many ideas as i have in there even if theyre contradictory, and then just read back through and pick my favorite/most appropriate ones as i get to actually drawing whats coming up.

every now and then ill dump all this in a google doc and arrange it roughly chronologically so related takes go together, but i havent done that in like six months so its all just a huge mess right now.

the reason i can get away with such bare bones planning is because i have a very strong mechanical understanding of how this story is supposed to function. in the two and a half years that has gone by since i came up with the idea and started working on it, almost nothing has fundamentally changed in my big picture narrative goals. knowing the exact shape of what i'm building towards makes it really easy to let the more minute details come to me in the moment. they either are congruent with that end goal, in which case they can stay, or they're more extraneous/irrelevant in which case they get cut.

when i get stuck, more often than not i just slide into mia @demonkix's dms and make her hear out my rambling. thanks mia. shoutout to mia.

now, here's probably one of my biggest sins: i do not script anything. there is no finalized dialogue until i am writing it directly onto the page. unless i'm directly lifting from the text, that is. ill have a rough idea of what needs to be said in each page when im drafting, and sometimes i'll write in rough dialogue on the draft. but most of the time ill just sketch out the approximation of the speech bubble andd either leave it fully blank or jot in one or two keywords in to remind me of what the dialogue should be. then the actual dialogue gets written in once the art is finished

do not do this. i can not stress how frustrating this is for myself. i do this every time and i always hate it.

the reason i dont bother with any proper scripting is because the dialogue bends to the art. not the other way around. a massive amount of my process is dictated by what im in the mood to draw, and by keeping the actual character interactions as flexible as possible until the art is done, i can ensure i dont get stuck at key points because the thing that has to happen is something i dont feel like drawing.

in general, my process for drafting pages is just rough thumbnail -> color rough -> go actually draw the damn thing

however there ill be times when i just do not bother drafting at all and jump immediately into drawing a page. if you go look at the stuff on patreon youll see that in the beginning i pretty much just drew everything after the first batch straight through.

this comic is a lot of work so the most important thing is that hte process is fun for me. i really hate granular planning and itd just slow me down a ton so the process is really just vibes from point a to point b. hope this somewhat answers your question

i talk about my general approach to comic composition in my big composition writeup too, which is pinned, if thats something youre interested in.

#qm

[zeltqz]

Niya do you have any plot writing advice? 😞

I have a little

Ahem

1) don’t rush stuff and make the plot seem fast. Make things flow and don’t add unnecessary details in otherwise ppl will just read over it

2) write down notes. Sounds nerdy or whatever but whenever you have an idea just write it down somewhere. I keep it in my notes app and just add to it so whenever I start writing I use the ideas I wrote down as a starter point

3) when writing If you don’t know what to write, skip over it, leave some space and write the next part down then go back to it

4) picture the scene out in your head so it’s easier to write down. Normally ppl just write what’s in their brain but they don’t visualise it. Put yourself in the characters head and write down what they think and see or smell or whatever. Make it descriptive to add details but not too many details

If you have any other questions ask ‼️‼️‼️

[commanderbuffy]

Hey! I’m quite curious about your approach to writing fics. Apologies if you’re answering this for the millionth time, but do you know the main parts of the plot from the beginning and map them out? Or are you kind of winging it with a loose idea of where want the story to go? What’s your approach like?

Also, how do you manage to be so engaged with your audience and remain so productive with your writing?! Your stamina is impressive to say the least.

Loving your Tanthamore fics. Thank you for sharing your talent with the rest of us for our absolute enjoyment. Got another big fan right here. Keeping an eye out for Ch12!!

Cheers, Kris.

ruby

Hi!!! Okay, trying to answer this as detailed as possible. So, for starters, I came up with a couple notes of broad strokes for the story. I tried to recreate this outline here, but don’t have the original anymore (as I’ll get into in a minute)

Initial Outline (roughly)

- each chapter: Jade pov, kit pov, 1-2 flashbacks

- Accident: kit pushed Elora out of the way to save her when sword-like structure fell

- Key themes

- New kit vs old kit

- Incorporating new kit (ex. good with kids)

- Vulnerability

- The gray area

- *spoiler thing*

- “Not in spite but because”

- Kit gets her memories back slowly

- Explosive reveal via phone (midpoint)

- Last chapter

- *vague plot details*

- *the exact last 5 sentences I’ll be using*

That’s about what I had for the first chapter. Then, as I wrote the first three chapters, I started expanding and changed it to a checklist and adding quotes, themes, scenes and plot ideas and checked them off as I incorporated them or picked chapter numbers for them based on my vague idea of 10 chapters.

Then, at I think chapter 5, I wrote a much more extensive outline for chapters 6-12 (which later became 13), that I mostly stuck to (except for switching the order of two chapters).

In terms of being engaged, it’s actually helped with writing! It’s so encouraging to talk to you guys about theories and what you like about the story. It helped shape it in some ways. There are scenes I massively expanded based on what I was realizing you guys were enjoying!

In terms of stamina, having 2 main days a week I write helps. It also helps that I always write a lot so I’ve built up that muscle and can write a lot, very fast, and I write relatively clean. And that’s only because I’ve been writing at this speed and volume for like 7ish years now.

Thank you Ruby and all you other readers for reading and encouraging me with your theories, ideas, and even horny asks. I can’t wait to share the last 2 chapters with you! I think you’ll be happy with them 💕

[shisui-uchiha-anon]

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. Plotted starter for @hana-akari ───

This was his third year as a professor of literature. He was always a student for example hard working and smart, getting this job was not easy. Especially for someone as young as him, many would question whether is this the decision that freshly graduated student get this prestigious job.

It was so joyful to pass all that knowledge to these young people same as his professors passed on to him. There was never quite any problem, students would study, and even those who did fail would eventually come to their senses and pass even if their marks are low. But this assignment? What is this girl up to? Does she want to be compromised? Does she want him to lose this job? He was watching her for days. She would always make sure that he spotted her, she would always take a first row, every day different attire, she would engage from time to time, but mostly she was silent.

As always at the end of the class he would inform them about their next task the plans for the next reads and for the next exams, he would ask if there were any more questions and then he will let them all go. Marking this class as dismissed. He took his glasses off pinching the bridge of his nose.

But this time he made her stay. Whatever it is had to be cleared out and fast, well as fast as possible before she gets the idea that something is going on.

"Ah, Sakura was it? Please stay I need to speak with you for a minute" He got into her way of getting out, subtly letting her know that there is no getting out of this easy when he closed the doors. When she sat back he began.

"It's about your recent submission of your recent work that you gave to the subject, well when I think about it it's about all of your works during this year. They...um...are concerning" He went into the drawer of his desk it whined as he opens the hinges old and unoiled, papers rustled as he searches for her works.

"I never mentioned this to other tutors because of the sensitivity of the issue, your interpretation of each of these revolves almost over the same thing, you should explain the literature task as it is without giving a personal example. For example, for your first task, you were asked to work on one of the poems from the 12. century and to explain the sociological question in it. Most students chose Lancelot or Percival but you chose The Love Letters of Abelard and Heloise" He said leaning back against his wooden table, tilting his head to the side, his gaze never leaving hers except when he would read what she wrote.

"What you chose is a notable peace and a very hard and worthy task, but the direction you went, let's just say I remember well. I won't deny you made some great arguments and backed them up using examples of such a forbidden relationship during that time which was asked of you. Your second submission.." He went trough the papers giving her an explanation for that as well ending with...

"You did all this on purpose and you knew I could not grade your papers if I haven't invited you to clear things out, till we have this conversation, you are lucky actually that he was not seen by others, or my job would be on the line. Let me see if I can find it since you chose to play dumb." If she thinks that she can wriggle out of this playing dumb or playing clueless she had no idea with whom she decided to play this little duel.

"Quoting--When the relationships between the student and the teachers are in question that is the most dangerous and intriguing subject especially when I think about my attraction for my literature professor--unquote" He put down the paper and took off his glasses.

"Care to explain?" His deep melodic voice asked.

#⪧Do not ask me for a kiss #Life is short but love is long #Do not ask me for my heart #Knowing we are soon to part #shisui uchiha #sakura haruno #hana akari

[unladielike]

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐈 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐑𝐏 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖.

I like to be called: Livi, but I don’t mind any other nicknames used for me!

one thing you should know about me: Despite being a queue-based blog, I tend to be very fast with replies if only because I just generally don’t have a lot on my plate, meaning I very often have nothing I owe even after reblogging memes or posting open starters... to the point where it’s quite common my replies would either post later on today or tomorrow. That, though, is no fault of my mutuals! I just happen to have abysmal luck when it comes to posting at a time where my stuff isn’t easily drowned out by more active folks or when more of my partners are active. However, to prevent burn out, I’m more than happy to slow down my reply speed for those who might already be overwhelmed and would appreciate a longer turn about time when it comes to threads! I’m unable to take hints, though, so unless you request me to withhold replies, chances are high I will keep replying very fast without really knowing you’re overwhelmed by my speediness.

thing you should know about rping with my character(s): Vivian isn’t very easy to ship with. Granted, as long as she happens to like a muse platonically, chances are high she would agree to date them (especially when it comes to her default modern verse where she’s 20-22), but her actually being happy in that relationship would be another story altogether, so there’s a chance she would grow to resent your muse for trapping her in a monogamous relationship she can’t escape from.

And even in the event she does fall in love with your muse, Vivian is still a very obsessive/destructive person, so unless they happen to be fem-aligned, she will attempt to push boundaries and do very questionable/inappropriate things (like tattooing their name somewhere on her body, stealing their underwear, etc), to the point where your muse would potentially have trouble staying in love with her.

Fem-aligned muses have it way better, though, because she generally tends to be less sexually attracted towards them compared to masc-aligned muses, but her having compulsive sexual behaviour means she still might send them inappropriate texts when they’re out with friends or say very questionable things to them (ie: ‘You know, your clothes would look much better on the floor’) very impulsively.

In her older modern verse (where she’s 24+), however, Vivian is more likely to turn others down/enforce boundaries, especially since I default her to have gotten out of an abusive relationship with her ex-girlfriend and ended up having these sorts of thoughts when it comes to love; therefore, she’s less receptive to the idea of commitment/being in a relationship overall. Either way, she’s very much a slowburn oriented muse and will probably spend a long time, remaining oblivious to the fact your muse views her in a romantic light.

joy to work with: ...Gosh, that is certainly an open-ended question. Of course, those I have actually gotten around to writing with (and who I have not unfollowed/blocked at some point) are all genuine gems to me, but as of now, the ones I talk most with are @spiritpyro​ and @eliteimperialism, if only because I’ve known them the longest and find myself being the most comfortable around them. Then again, even though I have no qualms really communicating with others, I’m also not exactly much of a talker, so my social circle on Discord happens to be very small; therefore, I’ll sometimes end up feeling very lonely/inept due to this.

It also doesn’t help that I have more creative energy than social energy, meaning I often spend a long while, typing and re-reading what I wrote like a paranoid autistic bean because I’m terrified of accidentally offending someone... that trying to maintain conversations with others is very draining for me. In short, I suck at befriending most of my partners without writing with them/feeling them out for a while.

first language: Cantonese, but as I’ve gotten older, I’ve lost most of my ability to actually speak it, OTL.

age range: under 13 | 14–17 | 18–22 | 23–25 | 26–29 | 30+ | 40+ | 70+

am I okay with nsfw?: yes | no | some nsfw (While I don’t mind NSFW themes, I’m very picky with who I actually write smut with.)

my favorite/most common thing to rp is: angst | adventure | fluff | smut | crack | action | plots | AUs | violence | darker themes | other

this rp blog: does contain ooc posts | doesn’t contain ooc posts | occasionally contains ooc

TAGGED BY: Nobody. I ended up stealing this from Rae!

TAGGING: Anyone who is currently wearing socks, i guess.

#⸾ ❖︎ ⸾ ( DASH GAMES ) ⤹ •• 𝕞𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕤. #⸾ ❖︎ ⸾ ( QUEUED ) ⤹ •• 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕓𝕣𝕒𝕣𝕪. #[ OOF... i ended up rambling again ] #[ BUT IF YOU ENDED UP READING THROUGH ALL OF THIS DESPITE IT BEING LONG AF you deserve a cookie! ] #[ and yeah i should probably talk to more people but me being an anxious introvert kinda makes that difficult otl ] #[ I SWEAR I'M TRYING MY BEST TO BRANCH OUT THOUGH ]

[ningningsdream]

jaemin literally does NOT care about jiwoo LMAO 😭😭 also i had a few questions!!

what does the writing process look like for you and why did you decide to start this ~amazing~ ff?

how often do you write and update ?

lastly, can i be 🦋 anon?? i have a feeling i'm going to continue to drop some thoughts 🤭

i love when delulus are proven wrong

omg first of all, thank you for the questions!

disclaimer: idk other writers' process so idk if mine is common or not, i'm not in any way saying that mine is the best or that everyone should process like me. i'm just stating what works for me and how i process

for starter, i usually have the idea for the fic first before "giving" it to one member. like i have a plot and i see who fits it more or which member i see being the male lead of it. it's never the other way around, like, i don't write fics/plots for a specific member. i just can't, i suck at it lol. that's why i can't do request.

for the plots, i'm often inspired by my real life and what goes on around me or like shows i watch, things i read etc... im the type of person that writes an entire movie to fall asleep so sometimes ideas just pop here and there.

for example, for tviys (thank you for calling it amazing btw), i've had friends who liked the same guy, i've had friends that liked the same guy as me and it turned out to be a pretty common thing. and there's this whole girls' code thing, which is kind of dumb in my opinion, like, if your friend and you, both, find another person interesting, one of you is gonna talk first about the fact that you like that third person, and suddenly the other one just have to shut up because they weren't fast enough to call 'dibs', even though it's often never really said blatantly. and wdym you called dibs on someone? they're a human being?? they can make their own choices?? who are you to make that choice for them? and if you go for your friend's crush, you automatically become the bitch, even if you started liking that person before or at the same time as your friend, because it was publicly known in your friend group or in general that your friend liked that person. in shows, you often see the one going for her friend's crush as the 'villain' and often show writers wrote them as such, but i wanted to show the other side of the story. the side that is usually hated. for me, jiwoo is the cliché 'y/n', but in this she's put in a 'realistic' world. in another story, jiwoo would've been the main character and people would've probably been on her side if they saw the story from her pov.

ofc you can be!! please do! i love it! i hope this wasn't too boring or messy!

#🦋 anon #tviys ask #ask