Writing Advice from Life
I recently had a whole lot of conflicts in my life, both internal and external, that seemed near insurmountable. Yet, tied together with a bow on top, most of them were resolved in one fell swoop by a solution I didn't want at the worst possible time.
I swear, it was all foreshadowed over the course of the preceding weeks and I just didn't see it coming. I was so wrapped up in the symptoms that I couldn't see where the problem really was. I couldn't see where these plot lines were headed.
Sometimes, I think, if there is a God, they're a writer. Maybe even a room of writers. And to whoever masterfully wrote my season finale, I have to say two things: great job, and fuck you.
Time to pick up where the story left off. A new season begins.
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AO3 First Lines Tag Game
Tagged by @garbria!
Rules: Share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written fewer than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.
Decided to only use main fics, rather than any sidestory collection associated with them:
1. no greater evidence of roses than thorns (FFXV)
Regis gets two assassination attempts per month on average. Or rather, two assassination attempts on his person are planned per month on average. Lyra Argentum leads his Saboteur Corp. So it’s more like Regis reads about two assassination attempts on his person that got horrifically and often murderously derailed per month on average.
2. upon a truth well-known (FFXV)
Later, much later - after a scramble for lunch that stretched out into dinner, though by then the entirety of the village had heard the news and had come in to bring their gifts, good wishes and nosy questions - Cor finds himself following Nyx out the window of his room and onto the roof. They sneak on the sturdy beams holding the sprawling, interconnected labyrinth of roofs all the way across the village - technically, it’s all one house, technically, and it strikes Cor as the kind of technicality that Regis would be delighted by - to then make their escape onto the mismatched, broken marble pillars that lead up towards the massive temple that dominates the entire island.
3. in his professional opinion (FFXV)
The boy came recommended by Regis.
This was worse, in Titus’ humble opinion, than no recommendation at all. Regis only recommended capable people he saw as full of potential…
Or Cor.
4. Mutual Understanding (Horizon: Forbidden West)
“And… yeah,” Erend says, awkwardly, staring at whatever expression had settled on Talanah’s face and wouldn’t budge an inch. “That’s about it.”
“I see,” Talanah says, slow and steady and not at all reassuring, given the way Erend flinches in a way eerily reminiscent of his reaction to his sister’s opinions on his latest stupidity, back before… well.
Everything.
5. the nature of the beast (FFXV)
Nyx hadn't exactly volunteered to go to the mainland.
None of them had, really. The mainland was a nebulous, foreign concept none of them really thought about that often. And why would they? Galahd was Lucian in name only, and they liked it that way. The mainland brought idiots every couple years, with grand plans and ideas to “modernize the islands” and “bring them into a new era," and it was funny watching them set out to try, only to be inevitably worn down by the storms.
6. from the dark, will come a light (Pokemon)
It’s a windy, autumn afternoon, standing in line inside a nondescript coffee shop in Goldenrod City, when the greatest field agent in the entirety of the International Police realizes he needs to die.
It’s a very quiet realization, that, nothing dramatic or overblown, and certainly not something that manages to make a dent in his expression: he remains standing where he is, patiently waiting for his turn, apathetic stare fixated on the display trays full of elaborate, sweet confections to contrast with the subtle flavors of the roast this coffee shop favors.
7. i've battled hard with the face in the mirror (Pokemon)
When his mum saw him standing in the doorway, sheepish grin and all, she’d cried.
It was the good kind of cry, though, so Leon didn’t feel too bad for crying a little himself, when he got pulled into a tight, tight hug. There was something fundamentally comforting about his mum, this vast, encompassing warmth that reminded Leon of being small and scared, and then instantly reassured, the moment she was there to hold him and promise it would be alright.
It would be alright.
8. Of Kings, Knights and Knaves (FFXV)
The Emperor has come to Insomnia.
Nyx watches the news broadcast, curled up in a chair in his apartment, trying to desensitize himself to it. It burns deep in his bones, and he must learn to master it, so that he’ll be able to carry out the job he’s been assigned to perform. He must stand guard in yet another of the fancy parties preluding the farce of a peace treaty, even though he’s got Crowe’s unseeing stare burned into the back of his eyes.
Must. It’s always about must, never could or would or want.
Must.
9. Chronicles of the Storm King's Reign (FFXV)
It’s not, Ardyn knows, a matter of morals. It’s not even a matter of loyalty.
He’s neither moral nor loyal and he knows it. If nothing else, two thousand years of nothing but his own emptiness for company has been enough to let him come to grips with who and what he is. He’s petty and bitter and not really nice. He reckons he never was all that nice, deep down, before the Scourge got hold of him and he was reduced to play his part in his brother’s farce of a fate. He did as he was told and tried his best to make it be enough, because it was expected of him. He didn’t care, back then, about the lives he saved. All those lives were just variations on a theme, the same boring story told over and over again; and they’d been so weak and cowed by everything, that they clamored for him, for letting them endure their miserable, empty existences a little longer.
10. for to end yet again (Pokemon/Witcher)
“Ah,” Raihan said, right before the shaelmaar hit him head on, “fuck.”
It wasn’t his proudest moment by far. Every bone on the left side of his body broke on impact and he felt that, somewhere under the murk of adrenaline that gave him enough time to force his limbs loose and try to roll with the impact. He bounced off the rock floor like a rag doll, and then barely managed to cast quen, hoping against all hope that it would be enough to hold off the follow up, even though he knew damn well it wouldn’t.
A moment passed.
Then another.
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