#finished the 1st draft!!!!! hell yeah!!!!

[bluberimufim]

GUYS HOLY SHIT I JUST FINISHED MY FIRST DRAFT!!!!!!!!!!

taglist: @little-mouse-gardens , @wildswrites , @cheeto-flavoured-pasta , @fleurtygurl and @joswriting

#i did not expect to finish my 1st draft sitting on the floor of some random building's atrium #but here tf we are #i'm still not ok. hold on. #i'm SCREAMING #THEO WHYYYYY #i still have to put it into the word doc bc i wrote it on paper and i'll update you on the final stats later #nope wait still screaming #OH MY GOD I CANT BELIEVE I FINISHED IT #Seth has existed in my brain for 10 years and she FINALLY got the story she deserves #writeblr #writing #reblog #my wips #devourer of souls wip #finished the 1st draft!!!!! hell yeah!!!!

[jessicawestonauthor]

WIP Sneak Peak

The excerpt below is from my current WIP, this is my 1st draft so things may change before it is published :)

“Ms. Newman, where is your daughter?” the detective asked as he flipped open his notebook and clicked his pen.

“Where is she? She is wherever she was taken, what kind of question is that?” I responded, not able to hide the confusion on my face.

He ignored my question, “Hmm…” he grunted, “Can you tell me where you were last night between 11:00 and 11:40 pm?” 

“I drove to the Pit Stop gas station across town, to buy tampons, and then I drove back here, ” I explained.

“And do you have any proof of your whereabouts?” he asked.

“Well, I have a box of tampons and a receipt. I’m sure if you asked you could check their camera footage and you’d see me there, I was in there for a little while.” I replied.

“I hope for your sake that is true.” the detective said.

“Why the hell would I lie about that?” I asked

“Just seems awfully convenient that you happened to be out of the house at some obscure time in the middle of the night, right when your daughter goes missing.”

“What are you trying to say?” I accused.

“Nothing Ma’am, just trying to gather any information that might help us find your daughter.” the detective retorted.

“Sure you are,” I responded curtly.

“Now, do you have any family who might have wanted to take your daughter for any reason?” he asked.

“No, her father passed away in February and his parents were already deceased. Plus no one knew we were here.” I explained.

“May I ask why no one knew you were here?” he asked.

“I didn’t tell anyone we were coming here because I am being stalked and no one will take me seriously about it,” I said

“And what makes you believe you have a stalker?” he questioned.

“Well, for starters, I have been getting creepy text messages for the last six months. I have also had strange things delivered to my place of business, as well as to my house. The night before we came here when I decided to come, I’m pretty sure I saw someone outside my house watching me through my windows.” I summarized.

“And have you reported this activity to the local police?” He inquired.

Frustrated, I replied, “I have, but they say they can’t do anything because there haven’t been any threats, and because the phone numbers they come from are always different, so they can’t be certain it’s all from the same person.”

“I see…” he commented.

“Look, I get it. You don’t think this is real, or at least not serious, but it was real enough to me to make me pack up my child and leave without telling anyone to keep us both safe.” I said annoyed.

“And is that where your daughter is now? Somewhere safe?” he asked.

“What?! No, here is where I brought her to be safe. Or, I thought we would be safe here!” I shouted as I stood up and walked across the kitchen.

“Ok Ma’am, there’s no need for hysterics,” he said condescendingly.

“Excuse me?” I said, turning around, but before I could finish my thought, Sadie spoke up.

“Hey, yeah, I think we are about done here.” She insisted.

“Miss?” the detective questioned, looking at Sadie as she stood up to come to stand beside me.

“You heard me. Her daughter is missing. I was attacked… by a man. You don’t need to be interrogating Gabby like she has done something wrong.” Sadie asserted as she put her arm around me and hugged me close.

“Well, I… uh…” the detective stammered.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought. So do you have any questions that will actually help with the search? Or do you have any suggestions for what we should be doing, besides just waiting?” She asked.

“Well, I’m going to have to insist that you don’t go looking for this mystery man if in fact he is dangerous,” the detective said facetiously.

“If? I think the knot on my head says enough about how dangerous he is.” Sadie said incredulously. 

“Yes, well, we are trained to handle these kinds of situations, so we ask that civilians do not interfere with active investigations.” the detective replied.

“Could have fooled me,” Sadie replied smartly.

“Alright, that’s enough.” the detective said angrily.

“He’s right Sadie. Thank you for having my back, but we need to focus.” I said as I turned to the detective, “But really, what can we be doing?” I asked.

The detective paused for a moment, thinking. “Have you thought about making fliers to post around with her photo? I’ve also heard some people have had success in similar situations by posting on social media.”

“Those are very helpful suggestions,” I said as I looked across the table at the detective, “Thank you.”

“Also,” he continued, “Do you happen to have a recent photo of Hanna that we can have a copy of? We got a pretty good description of both she and the suspect last night, but a visual will be much more useful,” he explained.

“Of course. I’m a photographer, I can get you some photos that I just took  yesterday when we got here.” I responded.

“That would be great,” he said as he slid his hand across the table, “Here is my card. You can send those right to my email and I will distribute them to all of our officers and contacts.” the detective said.

“Thank you,” I said.

The first 8 chapters can be read on Kindle Vella with a new chapter released every Friday

#my writing #writing #debut novel #writer things #writeblr #adhd stuff #creative writing #writerscommunity #writers on tumblr #mystery #mystery novel #romance writer #romance novel #suspense

[kyungwonrp]

+ ... // STUDENT PROFILE ... LOADING

NAM KIYONG, also known as AXEL, is 20 YEARS OLD and currently enrolled in kyungwon university. he is in his 1ST YEAR of the UNDERGRADUATE PROGRAM, with an UNDECLARED MAJOR. he is notably part of the ICE SKATING CLUB TEAM and the ICE HOCKEY TEAM. he is also a NATIONAL ATHELETE. you may find him in the WEST WING (ROOM #4).

                           + ... // LOAD STUDENT BACKGROUND . . .

rule one: money is power

ice skating is an expensive sport, he’s known this since he was a child, having had to learn how to fundraise for his first pair of ice skates. but dang, why is ice time so expensive? he feels his head is about split from all the numbers he’s had to crunch out so he could afford to go for the junior grand prix happening soon.

sure, kim yuna sunbae’s success as a figure skater has injected more funds into the sport but with great popularity comes even greater competition. kiyong loves competing with the best of the best, always looked forward to seeing them skate during trainings. the downside is that it’s harder for him to get funds when there are other people as good, or hell, much better than him.

he sighs as he tosses the hotel and flight quotations back on his desk, tears about to erupt from his eyes. from his peripheral vision, he spots the contract one of his potential sponsors had drafted for him to sign.

the sponsor’s terms and conditions were stuff of nightmares, not only did the legal jargon confuse the hell out of him but he had a strong suspicion some of the clauses were borderline unethical and most likely illegal.

“i’m only 15. how the fuck am i supposed to understand all of this shit,” he whines to himself. the older he gets, the more he understands why his parents have worked continuous long hours the moment he stepped onto the ice, swearing to become an olympian.

-

rule two: just smile

podium finish. silver medal.

he should be happy but he’s not. well, he is internally happy, but the korea skating union isn’t. they wanted him to win gold, and had expected him to win since his usual opponents were injured (boo, kiyong hates when there’s no tough competition). he’s definitely going to get an earful during the post-mortems later.

but this is russian land he’s competing on, so to no one’s surprise his errors caused points to be deducted unfairly. his heart had sank the moment he saw the change of judge lineup the week before he flew to moscow. you could perform to the best of your ability but when someone is out for you and money's been exchanged, it’s hard to change their mindset.

“how do you feel about the silver medal, axel?” a microphone is stuffed right infront of his face.

“i’m happy i’m on the podium, but not pleased with the placing. i know i can perform much better. however, what matters is that i’m one step closer to the olympics. my goal is to qualify and as usual, enjoy myself.”

classic sportmans-like answer. his PR manager must be so proud. oh, how he wished he could cuss out the judges for being bribed so easily. but then, he did sign up for a subjectively scored sport and not objective. (he should have stuck with speed skating, at least people couldn’t sabotage his finishing time that easily).

-

rule three: prioritise?

“you sure you want to study in korea? and not elsewhere?” his parents ask again. “if you’re worried about the tuition, we’ve got it covered. you should move back to canada and join the others. or move to japan.”

“no, it’s okay. i want to stay here,” kiyong replies firmly, accepting the tea his mom has poured for him.

“you can always come back here when you’ve retired,” his mom says earnestly, placing a plate of sliced fruits onto the round table.

“yeah, but it’s not the same. i want to experience the korean university life,” he whines, pouting.

“you’ve watched too many korean dramas, haven’t you?” his sister snorts from behind, where she’s been busy massaging her sore calf muscles with a foam roller. he throws a pillow at her, sticking out his tongue.

“maybe. can you blame me? anyways, it’s not like i won’t have access to good training facilities here. coach said he’s willing to move here in order to train me.” and that marks the end of discussion on his next course of action.

"so, kyungwon university, huh?"

#kw: accepted #krp #uni rp #park sunghoon #enhypen

[automatedtellertellermachine]

Feb 8th 2024

ok, so i actually woke up at 10 yesterday, so yeah i didn’t sleep at all today i during the night i listened to, wearing beige on a grey day, narcissist on the verge of a nervous breakdown, and ok computer, i’ll probably listen to the bends later, i watched a lot of kurtis conner, umm i read that one jeskas fic in the cave, and it so cute, i also read that one valgrace youtuber au, gods if you showed half of those word to a victorian child they’d probably explode or something. i scrolled on tumblr a lot that’s probably all, im obsessing over it was a swift not a swallow (i never listen),

so ive been reading solitaire for the 16th time right, i just read a line and it’s so good and ive never noticed it before, the last line before chapter 10,

1st, we worked on our first drafts, me and isabella finally decided how we are doing this, so that’s good, we really had add a bunch of just words so that it is longer than just 2 pages, that’s about it, guess who i saw again, i swear if this becomes a daily thing i’ll like die or something

2nd, we waked, i talked to myself about crywank i saw some kid get fucking pelted by a ball like properly, i also got hit in the head but not as bad ig, that honestly it, im listening to a disgustingly sad concoction of crywank and radiohead

3rd, we went over the review i was bored the whole time because some how people don’t get it but it’s so fucking easy, i got fall a fake fan of crywank bc i like their most popular album, which is just bullshit like fuck off

at lunch right now and i have an urge to run away like just grab my shit and leave, i’m not but like i really want to, also im listening to it was a swift not a swallow (i never listen) right now i am literally wallowing in self pity, and self hate, i guess

4th, i am sitting here we have an assignment it is a crossword im not doing it right now, i could not be bothered, i read solitaire most of the period, i am tori, we are one in the same, i am very sad and pathetic i am still listening to fucking it was a swift now a swallow (i never listen) like the pathetic little man i am, i am full of hatred and i feel absolutely nothing. it does not feel like 1pm, it i feels like 3 or 4 i don’t want to go to next period it will be hell for me i don’t think i can deal with that im far far to tired i want to leave or die or both, my foot feels much much too heavy

5th, the essay wasn’t nearly as bad as i thought it would be it was on colonization and you just had to give examples of how european colonization effected africa

6th, we read a story about lucia’s little crush on alexander and how she almost had an arranged marriage and that was about it i almost fell asleep

7th we had a sub (shocking i know) i did the notes then fell asleep listening to kid a decided to finish listening to the bends im currently on bones, it’s pretty good, so far one of my favorites in the album

#attm entries #attmfeb2024

[ilaiyayaya]

I'm Not Late It's Still January 1st Shut, Shut Up

Can we just like imagine that today is not 4 days after New Years and that it is instead still New Years and I did not once again spend nearly a week procrastinating writing 5 sentences about random words that pop up in my brain okay?

I don't normally make any kind of new years resolutions or anything like that because I am incapable of holding myself accountable for any kind of long-term goal, but I am at least glad that there are no more upcoming holidays and that I can go back to normal levels of mentally ill instead of christmas levels of mentally ill. I do have some goals tho, but I wouldn't really consider them "new year's resolutions", moreso just long-term goals that I've had for a while that I'm somewhat closer to reaching this year than I ever have been in the past. My first priority is absolutely moving out of my father's house, I hate living in this hell-hole and I have for a long time, originally my goal was to be out by the end of March of this year, but I started searching for apartments to move out to around September, and failed to take into account the fact that the time right before Christmas is probably the worst time to be looking for available apartments, and that I always get cripplingly depressed around the holidays which makes it kinda hard to motivate myself to do anything actually productive (no clue how I didn't foresee the 2nd one, that happens every year). So yeah I pretty much had to put that on hold for a while so that end of March goal definitely isn't happening now, so instead now I think I'm just gonna go for an "as soon as realistically possible" deadline lol. I'd also like to start hrt, that's definitely not realistically happening this year though, I'd have to be out on my own before I even start looking into that, and from what I've heard the process of going through doctors to actually get on hrt is a nightmare and can take forever, so almost definitely not a this year goal, but still a goal. I'd also like to get back to doing art of any kind, there's not really anything stopping me, just myself, but like, maybe I'll feel like opening up Clip Studio or Blender, or buying more painting supplies again sometime this year.

I guess I also would like to use this blog more often, I'm not gonna like force myself to write like everyday or anything, I feel like if I did that after a while it would just create more issues, but venting every once in a while is actually pretty good and helpful and I don't do that enough. I'm really bad about just not opening up at all to anyone around me, so having a space where I'm pretty much just be talking to myself that's also relatively disconnected from a majority of the rest of my life is pretty therapeutic. Nowhere else can I write 5 paragraphs about idk the sex appeal of Metal Sonic's hands or something, and not be yelled at for being weird (and if I do get yelled at for being weird GIANT DEATH LASER KILL). Also I need to actually post more things instead of just making 50 drafts each month and not having the confidence/motivation to actually finish or post most of them. Need to make my posts more unhinged too, need more Terriermon-button-core posts, I truly am at my peak 5 minutes after waking up, and after 30 hours of no sleep. I should probably also try to be less self-conscious about reblogging stuff, I have literally no reason to be and should do it more.

Extra special bonus goal: IF I DON'T FINISH EVERY SINGLE FUCKING VISUAL NOVEL THAT I'VE STARTED READING IN THE LAST 2 MONTHS BY THE END OF THE YEAR I'M GONNA yoshi I STARTED TOO MANY HELP

#imagine dragons more like imaghine magneton and tangela making out hamster dance style

[trashquisitor-shirozora]

fic ask time: 35, 4, 5, 6, 12, 16

(assume everything is going to be The Mandalorian/TBOBF-centric but I'm gonna be veering here and there, too)

4. Are there any writers that inspire you?

So I haven't had much brain to sit and read in a very, very long time; any writers I list are from Back Before Internet 2.0 And Adulting Ate My Life. Tolkien and Vonnegut always go on this list. There is also Stephen R. Lawhead who wrote an amazing series about the King Arthur legends called The Pendragon Cycle and also a fantasy trilogy called The Dragon King Saga. I tend to follow books and fics rather than writers so that's about it. Sad answer, I know.

5. What’s the fic you’re most proud of?

Oh no I am the proud parent, I love all my children (except for everyone stuck in a locked collection because I am always torn between reasons for deleting and reasons for preserving). But when it comes down to it... I have to say it's The Suns because 1) I plotted a whole ass story and finished it, 2) I actually illustrated that sucker, and 3) I finished it. My biggest fear is writing a story that either collapses because the plot can't support it or never finishes because I burned out/was lured away by shiny. Is it the best fic? I'm not sure. But damn, I did that. I looked at my past self's failures and said, "Not today, Satan," and wrote a 1st draft, a 2nd draft, and illustrated every chapter of it.

And I want to do it again? JFC.

6. What element of writing do you find comes easily?

I love writing banter. I love writing characters bouncing off each other. Sometimes the sparks fly and they just speak to each other so easily and comfortably, and then I have to stop because it hurts just how easily they converse. Yeah, dinluke, I'm looking at you.

Also, I love plotting. I love wrangling all these threads and turning them into a cohesive whole. The hard part is actually writing the damn fucking thing.

12. Tell us about a WIP you’re excited about.

*screams in threequelfic*

It's the little things, like a rando thought popping into my head after writing a whole scene about Luke telling Din about Uncle Owen and Aunt Beru and returning to the Lars homestead for the first time in years. What happens if Din does go back to Aq Vetina, and how do I make it worse?

And how do I make it about Din coming to terms with what it means to be a Mandalorian while Mandalore awaits, oh and also the New Republic is on the verge of war with a certain Chiss admiral...? The scale is stupid big which is why the only person we follow is Din Djarin, the extremely relatable Tired Adult with Main Character Syndrome. The plot comes in five parts and I wrote 2 parts for NaNo, and now I have to get off my ass, finish wrangling the rest of the plot, and get to writing how this Din's story ends.

16. Any guilty pleasure trope(s)?

*is a deer in the headlights*

What are tropes, fuck, what tropes are there, fuck, I don't know what tropes there are, fuckkkkkkkkkkk-

35. Ramble about any fic-related thing you want!

I have two dinluke plots burning holes in my gdocs. One is a Mummy AU because every fandom deserves at least 1 Mummy AU. Hell, I wrote one for Dragon Age and it's one of the best things I ever wrote.

It's simple. The Clone Wars happened but Not Like That, and Ani disappeared during a secret mission to discover a secret weapon to give the Republic the edge, except the Republic won anyway so whoopsie. Luke and Leia grow up knowing nothing about their father's fate so they decide to find out and their research and prying into records and pestering people who worked with their father eventually leads them (and their pilot/Leia's beau Han Solo and his bff Chewie) to Nevarro because it's the rumored resting place of the thing their father was looking for, a supposed living superweapon that fuels itself by eating the Force. Problem is, a Mandalorian sect called the Death Watch is guarding that resting place. Lucky for the twins, Nevarro's security forces apprehended a member of the Death Watch for acts of sabotage against the Republic's Moff Gideon's convoy. Leia can talk to Magistrate Greef Karga about releasing this Din Djarin into their custody and Luke can go talk to the Death Watch Mandalorian, and they can also try to figure out why the fuck Gideon is here.........

The other one proposes Inquisitor Luke who's tasked by Emperor Palpatine with tracking down the bounty hunter who took a job capturing and delivering a Jedi padawan but ran off with the bounty, and the Imperial credits and beskar Moff Gideon's agent paid him. It's his final test to prove... something or another, and boy does he fail hard. This idea also proposes Ben Kenobi survives and starts teaching Leia the ways of the Force, so we're running the fuck off with all these "What if?" premises. This one's the least likely to actually get written but hey it's fun to daydream about.

Ask me anything from this list of numbers!

#shirozora awkwardly responds to asks #shirozora writes #it's dinluke hours don't mind me #dinluke #skydalorian

[jonsminis]

Ork #2

Hell yeah, baby we got a new Ork. (This dudes skin has actually been painted since October 1st, but I've just done some finishing touches now.)

Similar process. To last time. Ork Skin base coat thinned wash. I used a bit more this time though, and then I went a bit more in on the recessed parts as well. Once that’s done, I add back some of that original colour to give a “landing spot” for those highlights later on.

-Image of the paints-

Caption: These are the paints I used as the base coat! Check my previous post for a guide on how to mix the Ork Skin

After that, I did a thick edge highlight of Ogryn Camo on anywhere that I wanted the skin to be a bit lighter, those being any place that would be under any frequent stress (elbows, face ridges, fingers/knuckles, brows) then, I went on to do a pink glaze on any “fleshy bits”. Last time, the glaze I did was fairly thick, so I went with a very thin glaze, and did about 4-5 layers on the ears and scar, 3 layers on the lips, and I used one or two layers on the knuckles and a very slight amount of that glaze on the flat parts of his arms. (I also made sure to put a slight highlight of Screaming Skull on the fleshy bits!)

The eyes turned out really well. A drop of Flash Gitz yellow right in the center, and a bit of Gryph Hound Orange Contrast over the whole eye. It makes it look more detailed, with less work required. If you don’t have the paints for that, just do a base of red and a dot of orange in the center of the eye. When painting an eye, take your time. Use anything with a fine point, and make sure to do this before you’ve done all that detail work on the face, because it’s easier to clean up a splotchy eye with just a drop of the green, instead of having to redo the whole face in case you mess up.

I really like how this guy turned out, but I still have this feeling that he's not the right colour. He just doesn't seem green enough.

Right now, his colour scheme is in a bit of a limbo between warm and cold. I’d personally prefer the warmer colours, their skin should look like a greenish-yellow once I’m done. I want to try dry brushing some yellow onto some of the raised spots (things like his biceps, not the highlight spots). The warm colour will work well with the green and make him look brighter (and ironically, greener!) I’ll try both dry brushing, and glazing to see what works better on the miniature. I am also going to paint his clothes blue, to fit with the Deathskulls Klan Orks that I’m building. I’ll experiment to see what kind of clothes would work well with this guy. Maybe a denim hat?

I would also like to use a different colour after the wash phase. Normally, I add back the original colour, to build up some of the green, but I imagine a bit of a lighter green would work well. I’m thinking Elysian Green would work well, but I could try a few other things. There are two paints I have on me right now, Moot Green and Niblet Green. Both of these paints could work quite well as a highlight.

And, as much as I’d like to write more, this has already taken up over a page of a google doc. I’m going to start on my next Ork, looking at different techniques I could try on his skin. We’ll see how well this next one turns out.

(I mean, I already know how it’s turned out, as I’ve already painted it before I finished the last draft of this post haha. You guys are going to have to just wait.)

#warhammer #warhammer 40000 #orks #wh40k #40k #warhammercommunity #wargaming #paintingwarhammer #paintingminiatures #miniaturepainting #warhammer40k #waaagh #miniature painting #acrylic paint #paintingmodels #citadel paints #citadel #space orks #orks40k

[nyamyoshi]

Based off that post i saw where they said that the discs might be tied to tommy's existence

I have two versions of this.

1st Version (better one for me):

Tommy and Tubbo sat at an edge of a cliff away from the chaos as they watched the world rain with the chunks of the once great city. At this point they didn't care anymore, it pained them to see their home be destroyed but they know a losing battle when they see one. Even if they did fight any of them, two kids wouldn't stand a chance to Techno, Dream or even Philza.

So by the sidelines they watched, the sky turned grey from the smoke and the explosions continued loudly as the ground shaked.

"Tommy, I know this is not the right time to say this, but, I want to ask, why do you want the discs so much?"

Tommy started but recovered and stared at him quizzingly, "It doesn't matter the reason or why I want it, the only thing that matters is that I should have it back."

Tubbo narrowed his eyes, "Of course I have a right to know, I'll be risking my life for this and before you can say why obviously it's because you're my best friend!," he exclaimed.

Tommy's face softened at his words, "Yeah, I know, even if you heard it, it won't change much, we'd get it either way or die trying to."

He grinned at him, "But if you really wanna know I can tell you, I would have to anyway," he giggled nervously, "I'm sure you wouldn't like it though maybe even hate it."

Tubbo looked at him confused, "I'm sure I wouldn't go that far, I know you're a good person, my best mate too, so I'm pretty sure it's not that bad," he grinned as he leaned earnestly towards him, "Try me then, say it."

Tommy laughed softly and said, "Just wait a bit, I need to collect my thoughts." He shifted his gaze to the destruction below, it was ridiculous, how they could even laugh as the world below them burned but I guess that's an effect of living in a non-stop war since your childhood, you'll never learn how to not care but you learn to get used to it.

It was a miracle actually, how they even could be sane after losing everything they have, rebuilding it and losing it all over again. It was a damn cycle that they could never escape.

The explosions sounded below and with a deep inhale he said affirmingly, "I'm ready."

"You wanna know why the discs are important to me?," he asked not really expecting a response.

Tubbo nodded his head keenly.

"You see Tubbo," Tommy said, " the discs are-those things- they're related to me "

He heaved a breath and continued, "Those discs are connected to my life force, once they're gone I'll die along with them." He looked at Tubbo and saw his wide eyes.

"IT'S WHAT!? THOSE DISCS-" Tommy tried to interrupt him- "NO SHUT UP FOR A MOMENT, OKAY!? THOSE DISCS, YOU SAY IF THEY'RE DESTROYED YOU'LL GO DOWN TOO!? AND DREAM CURRENTLY HAS IT!?"

"Tubbo! Quiet down, you're being too loud, someone might hear us."

"LET ME CONTINUE TOMMY," he snapped, "IF THOSE WERE REALLY WHAT THEY WERE WHY DID YOU JUST TELL ME THIS? YOU COULD HAVE DIED WITHOUT ME EVEN KNOWING WHY!"

"Just stop Tubbo-"

"No, let him continue Tommy," a new voice interrupted him.

The both of them jumped up quickly and shifted to attack the strangers only to see the people behind them.

It was Techno and Phil.

Techno with tnt and sword still in hand and Phil with his black wings now free from Dream's restrictions as they both teamed up with that damnable bastard.

(Tommy might not say it but the only real reason he felt hurt was because they allied themself with Dream, his manipulator, if it was any other one he might have forgiven them but not on this)

Phil stepped forward while Tommy and Tubbo backed up until they reached the edge of the cliff and the rocks crumbled behind them.

Phil raised his arms and said lowly, "Techno put those away and you boys come forward, we won't hurt any of you."

The both of them narrowed their eyes disbelievingly at that sentence.

Tommy barked up angrily, "Like hell we'll believe you! You already destroyed our home, Wilbur's country and everything we have! Why not kill the both of us while you're at it!?"

Gentler, Phil pleaded, "Tommy, we won't hurt any of you or even come closer, we just want to ask you something." Phil folded his wings and Techno perked his ears, both of their weapons were gone and it seems they were trying to make themself look harmless.

"What did you say about the discs?"

2nd Version (more of a draft, dont like):

Tubbo paced around, his eyes darting around and hands grabbing fistfuls of his hair every second.

"I just don't understand!," Tubbo exclaimed loudly and turned to look at the startled blonde, "Tommy, you know the discs is what Dream is using to get you, right?"

Tommy quickly averted his eyes and shifted at his gaze.

"Without the discs, we could do so much more! We could run away together! We could leave it all and be free from-" he gestured to the blown up ruins of L'Manberg - "all of this!"

Tubbo walked up to him grabbed Tommy's shoulder firmly and asked, "Why is it so important to you?"

Tommy continued to look at anywhere other than him and muttered, "It doesn't matter why it's important all I need to do is get it back from him "

"The discs- what- doesn't matter!?," Tubbo sputtered out his hands tightening its hold of his shoulders, "And what do you mean "I"!? Sure, to you it may not matter but to me it does! I'm risking my life for this!"

He took a few deep breaths and said more quietly, "Tommy, I just want to know what I'm getting into, I mean, I will help you its just I have a right to know too, you know?"

He stared in pleadingly at his face which was still turned away from him and heard a sharp inhale.

"Okay-" Tommy turned back and looked at him- "I had to tell you anyway, just make sure you don't tell anyone else about this, all right? Promise me this."

Tubbo nodded, a bit confused and put off by how serious he was being, "I promise."

"Tubbo, the reason why the discs are so important to me," he heaved in a breath, "they're important because the discs- it'- they-" he growled frustratingly as Tubbo continued to watch him patiently.

"The discs are important because it's connected to my life force," Tommy finished quietly. He met his gaze and added another statement, "Once it's destroyed, I die too Tubbo."

Before Tubbo could even say something or process what he just said properly they heard a loud gasp behind them

They looked back to identify the people who bore witness to the scene and saw Techno and Phil gaping at them sword and tnt still in hand.

"You what!?"

#tommyinnit #philza #technoblade #sbi au #sleepy bois inc #dream smp #haha i forgot ghostbur just ignore him lol #mcyt fandom #writing

[prettyboyjackhughes]

-Draft Day- |J. Hughes|

“Char, you know as soon as they announce his name, you’re the first person he’ll try to find.” Trev says, messing with his tie. Tonight was the 1st night of the NHL draft. Jack is expected to go number one, Trev and Alex not far after. I was super excited for all of them but I wasn’t able to be in 3 places to sit with all of them. Trev and I had shared every little thing since we were born, might as well share this too.

“Well good thing he’s not that far away.” Jack says, turning around and smiling at me. Alex and Madi are in the row behind us. Madi and I had gone shopping for draft dresses a few weeks ago. I had bought a gray, short, off the shoulder sweater body con dress. Madi’s dress was a black, short body con dress with puff sleeves. She had paired her’s with nude heels and I had worn mine with black knee high heeled boots that made me almost as tall as Jack. Jack was wearing a blue suit with red stripes and a red and blue checkered tie. Trev had on a black suit with a light blue tie. Alex’s suit is my favorite. It’s light gray with a navy blue tie. Jack turns around and looks at me again.

“Trev’s right though. You’re the first one I’m looking for. So you’d better be ready to kiss me.” I laugh and lean in to kiss him.

“Baby baby! Not yet! I don’t want lipstick on my face when I get called up!” I roll my eyes and lean back in my seat, crossing my legs, my dress sliding up apparently too far for Jack and my brother’s comfort.

“Seriously Char? Pull it down!” Jack says loudly. Luke laughs and looks back at me.

“For real Charlie! No one wants to see that!” Trev says, pulling my skirt down for me. I roll my eyes and Madi laughs. The announcer comes on and asks everyone to take their seats and I reach over, taking Trev’s hand.

“Welcome to the 2019 National Hockey League Draft. Our first draft will be from the New Jersey Devils.” Jack shifts anxiously in his seat and Trev reaches down with his free hand to pat his shoulder.

“With the first pick overall, The New Jersey Devils are proud to select, from the U.S. program, Jack Hughes.” Jack stands up, the biggest grin I’ve ever seen on his face. He immediately turns around and almost falls over the chairs, reaching for me. I stand up and step towards him. Our lips connect and I can feel the smile on his face. After a few seconds, he pulls away. He hugs the whole Hughes family, Turcs, Trev, and Madi, and then makes his way to the stage. He had left his suit jacket on the back of his chair; leaving him in just his button up shirt. It hugs his upper body and arms in all the right places and shows off the muscles he’s worked extremely hard to get.

“Damn, he looks good in red.” I say, leaning back and patting Madi’s knee as Jack pulls the number 19 Devils jersey over his head, his hair sticking up adorably. She laughs and we all sit, waiting for Alex’s and Trev’s names to be called. We politely clap for every guy drafted but all I can focus my mind on is the fact that my boyfriend got drafted number one overall and was gonna be playing in the NHL alongside my brother and his best friend. Along with what will happen after all this is over, what Jack and I will do when we get home. Jack’s parents and Dukes were all staying at Quinn’s apartment in downtown Vancouver. My parents and Alex’s parents were all at a hotel about 20 minutes away from Quinn’s apartment. But since this is a big couple weeks for the boys and they would be coming and going so frequently, the parents all pitched in and booked the 5 of us an Airbnb for the next 2 weeks. While Trev was the third wheel to both couples, I’ve been woken up by him sneaking a few girls out at 4 in the morning before he thinks we’re all awake.

“You’re gonna get hell from all the girls in love with him.” Trev says as they announce the 3rd pick. I shrug, not worried about it.

“They’re not the ones sleeping with him at night. I am.” I say, smirking and laughing. Madi high fives me and I flip my hair.

“Wow, real humble aren’t we, Char?” Alex says, shifting in his seat and putting his arm around Madi’s waist. I smile and Alex gently tugs a chunk of my hair. .

“And with the fifth overall pick, the Los Angeles Kings select, from the U.S. National Development Program, Alex Turcotte.” Alex stands up and pulls Madi up with him. He pecks her on the cheek, not locking lips like Jack and I did. He hugs Trev, his parents and then reaches for me. I stand up, hug him and whisper in his ear.

“I’m so proud of you Turcs, love you.” He smiles and heads down to the stage.

“Madi that’s your boy!” I laugh as she snaps pictures of him.

“I feel like a proud mom!” She says, smiling. Trev’s gotten quiet during the last few minutes. I nudge him, waiting for a response as he stares at his phone.

“Huh? Oh I’m okay. Just, taking it all in.” I can see in his eyes he’s off but I’m not sure why. The management at the Anaheim Ducks had talked to him a while back and had mentioned if he was still there when it came their turn to pick, they’d take him. He was happy about that, since that meant he and Alex would both be out in California, but it also meant he didn’t really have anything to worry about. He’d be getting picked in the first round no matter what.

“And with the ninth overall pick, the Anaheim Ducks are proud to select, from the U.S. National Program, Trevor Zegras.” Trev looks up, almost shocked to hear his own name. He stands up, a goofy grin on his face. I stand with him, pulling him into a hug.

“Trev, I’m so proud of you! This is our dream! Now go!” He pulls away and goes to Mom and Dad, pulling them both into a hug. He finally escapes the row and heads down the stairs to the stage, the big grin never leaving his face. I take a Snapchat of him pulling the Anaheim jersey over his head and shaking hands with the general manager. I caption it ‘Proud of my Bubs❤️’ and post it. Soon, after what seems like hours of watching boy after boy get called up, teammate after teammate of the boys getting drafted, we are finally dismissed and get to go meet up with the boys. We head to the family waiting area and see the boys, all huddled in a group, waiting for us. Madi and I take turns hugging each of them. Jack suddenly pulls me away and kisses me. He kisses me, tongue automatically slipping into my mouth. After what seemed like no time, he pulled away.

“Sorry, I had to finish that from earlier. But anyways, the boys wanna go out. But we don’t have to. I know we had...plans.” He says, very obviously squeezing my ass as his arm sneaks around my waist. I smirk as I see Trev’s face, who obviously saw what Jack did. Surprisingly, he doesn’t come to say anything.

“I’d rather go home. I’m kinda tired plus, I really want it.” I say, “accidentally” brushing my hand against the inside of Jack’s thigh as I turn around to face him. Trev sees that too and finally does come over.

“Seriously you two! What is your deal? Our parents are literally right there! Why not just walk over and tell them you’re leaving to go have sex?” He says, attempting to keep his voice quiet but Madi and Alex still hear and excuse themselves from Alex’s parents, making their way over to us.

“Good lord Trev, keep your voice down! Besides, we all know you’ve been texting some girl all night trying to get her to come hook up with you when y’all go out.” Alex says, elbowing Trev. His face flames red and I almost want to put an end to the embarrassment he’s suffering on his big night but after what he said, I decide not to.

“Okay no need to expose me like that and it was one, okay two girls. So leave me alone.” He says, crossing his arms. We all laugh and Trev’s signature grin returns to his face.

“Okay kids, I need pictures.” Alex’s mom says, coming over and bursting our little bubble. Jack’s hand, which was safely in mine somehow escapes and travels back down to its original place. I roll my eyes and elbow him in the side. His hand goes away and instead, he wraps his arms around my shoulders. He’s going through a phase where he always has to be touching me, no matter how. From his hand in mine to playing with my hair, he’s always touching me. And I’m 100% okay with it.

“I want the boys first then we can do the couples and Charlie and Trev.” Turcs’ mom is a family photographer and really successful in Island Lake, where they’re from. Jack is in the middle, Alex on his left, Trev on his right. They all have the most genuine smiles on their faces. I pull Madi over to the giant NHL draft logo on the wall and we take a few selfies in front of it.

“Charlie, you know that boy is in love with you, right?” She says, glancing up at Jack and nudging me. I look up and catch him staring. I smile and he winks. My stomach drops and I get butterflies.

“Yeah I know, Mads. And I’m in love with him.” I say, smiling and hugging my best friend.

#nhl story #jack hughes #nhl imagine #hockey players #hockey #nhl #nhl writing #nhl draft

[aries2887]

Death Starters

1st Rough Draft... Not the Complete story!

03/2005

(THE NAMES IN THIS DRAFT ARE NOT WHAT'S CURRENTLY BEING USED, Though some may have not changed, The Final Edit is different, This is a little teaser and again, there are mistakes that I can even see, So I don't want grammar and punctuation comments lol, just comment on what you think. :)

“Guys they got in! They’re in the house!” Someone screamed from inside the house.

Waking up from a dead sleep, I Jumped up and grabbed the shot gun next to my bed, with Jade following close behind me, she stopped only for a quick second to grab her two hand guns that were sitting on a small night stand next to the door. The House was dark and cold. Throwing my door open, I could immediately tell there was something open, letting the air in… and letting those things inside. Unknowing where the scream came from exactly, I paced myself, slow and steady steps, trying not to make a lot of noise. I stopped at the first door next to my room. Grabbing the knob, I turned it slowly and swung it open. There was Tyler asleep and in his bed, tangled up in his blanket and unturned.

“I can’t believe he didn’t hear that.” Jade said in a stern tone.

I walked through his door, up to his bed and shook him on his shoulder.

“Tyler, Tyler, wake up, they got in.” I whispered.

“Are you fucking kidding!?” Tyler said out loud.

“SHHHHHH!” I snapped back.

“Grab your gun and be quite.” I ordered.

Walking out of his room, there was a huge crash of pot and pans along with something heavy that hit the ground twice in succession. Not Bothering to stop at the next room I ran past and took a left. It was to dark to see what had crashed in the kitchen. A door opened from behind us.

“What the fucks wrong, did they get in?” Skyler asked.

“I think so.” I said

“How?” Asked Kayla.

No-one answered her. I readied my gun and took a step in the kitchen. There was a light switch, to my right. I reached for it. Flicking it on. I stood there in horror, frozen like ice. It was Reighly, but something wasn’t right, his feet weren’t touching the ground and he was bleeding from his chest. There was blood running down the side of his neck and down his arms. There was blood everywhere, the floor was totally shrouded with a red liquid, Reighlys’ blood.

“Get… out… guys… I… tried… to… stop… it… I’m sorry…ack-gulp” Reighly gulped out.

Just as he finished what he could, there was a hand that was planted on is left shoulder. It was glowing with a dark black glow and Reighly Started to scream.

“AAAAAHHHHHHHH… UHH… AAAAAAAAHHHHH!”

“Help him!” Kayla screamed from behind.

But we all knew it was to late.

“EEE-AAAAHHHHHH…!”

With a single motion Reighly was ripped in half, from his left shoulder to his right hip. With a blank stare and some short twitching, Reighly was dead.

All of us, stood frozen in fear and unable to move or think about what to do next til it moved. Snapping us out of the trauma and engulfing us with anger, we all let out a ringing barirage of gun fire. Flash after flash, the bullets entered the ghastly flesh and rotten meat. We kept firing til we all ran out of ammunition in our guns, the demon creature laid there on the floor, lifeless as a stuffed teddy bear. After a few seconds, with me in the lead, I took a couple of steps closer to the phantomed demon. I could here Reighlys’ lost blood splash as I step and walk through it. I could here the others closing in as well, following my steps and staying close behind. As I got closer I could smell this things’ rotten flesh and even see parts of flesh missing all the way to the bone.

“Is it dead?” Asked Tyler.

“I don’t know, but it’s not moving. It could just be unconscious. Lets get it out of here before it wakes up.” I replied.

Slowly inching closer and closer. The smell got so bad I had to forces myself to take breaths of air every so often. Inching my way around the back of it, Tyler and Skyler also do the same thing but stay to that side and inch closer to it’s body. Skyler stopped and looked around for a second, turning his attention to a broom that was laying up against the wall. Reaching for it, he grabbed it.

Clang, clang, wawawa. A boiling pot fell making everyone jump and staring at the thing that just killed Reighly, hoping and even waiting for it to spring back up after all that noise.

“I think it’s dead.” Skyler said.

With the broom in his hands, he reached down with it and poked it in the arm...nothing. He did it a second time… nothing.

“It must be dead.” Tyler said.

I reached down, scrunching my nose, nervous, and wet from fear. I pushed myself to grab it. Going down, my hand goes right through it and hits the floor. Unexpected with what just happened, I fell and I went through the shady demon. It smelled like rotten meat in the sun. Shocked with fear, I stagger to my knees , almost falling again, I caught myself and quickly turned around to see if it had waken up. Still the same position as it was. Unmoved.

“What the fuck? Didn’t you just touch it with that broom?” I screamed in confusion.

“Yeah, I fucking did!” Skyler snapped.

A couple seconds later, there was some movement, with it we heard a scream.

“AAAAAAHHHH!”

It was Kayla. Turning around, struck me with fear, I couldn’t move one inch of my body. It was Reighly, his upper body was dragging himself with one arm. He wasn’t making a noise at all and with every couple of inches he crawled, blood squirted from every place that was open, from his shoulder down to his hip.

“Reighly, can you hear me? You shouldn’t move man.” Skyler said.

“Guys keep me away, I’m not doing this on my own guys. That things controlling my body, it’s not me. I can hear it. It’s saying new soul, KEEP ME AWAY!” Reighly screamed.

Pulling himself closer and closer, he’s now only a foot from the phantom corps.

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU GUYS DOING GET THAT OUT OF HERE!” Reighly yelled.

“Look!” yelled Jade.

Everyone turned there attention to the life less phantom. It was moving but towards Reighly.

“Someone grab a broom or something we can touch it with this.” Skyler said.

It took a second but Tyler found a mop and I found a squeegee. We set our self around it to try to lift it. Ty’s and Skylers lift it up but mine just went right through it.

“What the fuck? Why can’t I grab it or even touch it?” I asked myself out loud.

“Skyler, lets just get this out of here!” Tyler shouted.

The two set themselves so each of them balanced the thing on top of both handles. Slowly they raised it. Step by step, They went for the front door. Getting further from Reighly even as he crawled closer, trying to get to his prize. I was in front just making sure they got there and to open the door they could throw that thing out of the house.

I unlatched the door and peeked out. It was cold and windy. I couldn’t see much of nothing past the porch light. It must have been early in the morning or a little later in the night.

“You see anything babe?” Jade asked.

“No.”

“Do you think they’ll come if they see the door open?” Kayla asked from the back somewhere.

“I don’t know but I guess we’ll find out huh.” I replied.

I swung the door open and they threw it out the door. Slamming it behind em. I latched it, leaned on the door and slide down till I was sitting on the floor.

“What about the others?” Jade asked.

“Fuck!” I replied.

I stood up with her helping me up by my arm. Everyone’s just standing there staring at Reighly, that’s still trying to inch his way to the lifeless phantom. After three or four pulls from his right arm he stops.

“I’m sorry guys.”

And his body calaps now lifeless.

Skyler walked up to his old friend and stands there for a minute in silence.

“How many more are going to die to these things? Are we going to ever get out of these houses alive?” He asked out loud.

“I don’t know man but it’s worth trying.” I said.

There a good amount of silence, til footsteps upstairs alerted us. Everyone one of us running to get to the stairs. Two of us, Skyler and I fall on the blood but manage to catch ourselves on the counter top. At the end of the kitchen, the stairs are to the right. We hit those stairs in an ant line. There was blood trailing down em and was probably from Reighly. As we get to the top, we could see the only door open was Reighlys with the blood trailing from in there.

“Lorili was in there with him.” Kayla whispered.

Who was right behind me, with Jade and Tyler trailing close behind.

No one said nothing to what she said.

Skyler was the first one in the room, seeing everything first, he glanced at me. His expression gave me chills down my back. I knew what to expect just because of that just because of the way he looked at me… I was right… When I walked in, all you could see was blood. The whole room was layered in it. Lorili was laying there on the floor, face down. Her arms were missing and she was naked. It looked like they were both sleeping when it got in. Examining the room from where I stood. The boarded up window was clean open, nothing was there but pure outside exposure but I couldn‘t fell no air. Both of there guns laid next to there bed on there night stand.

“They didn’t even get to get to there guns.” I said

“How bout’ everyone stays out, well take care of this. Go Check on the others, see if there alright and let em’ know what happened.” Skyler instructed.

They did as he said each of them going to each room of there own and telling them what happened. All the doors were locked and reinforced. I could hear Brianna scream in agony. Lorili was her best friend and the only one left in her family or close to it.

The closer I got to the window, the harder my heart started to pound. Cause I do know that this one window i boarded up but I kept the window in it… and it still was… there…. Then…

“Skyler! There in the house somewhere else! Didn’t you feel that breeze down stairs? I could and this windows closed. I don’t know how they got into just Reighlys room but they did either it got in in here and killed Reighly and I just was feeling things or something’s open down stairs and that wasn’t the only one in here…”

Boom-Bang. My sentence was pause.

“Did that just come from the closet?” Skyler asked.

“I’m thinking it did.”

“Guys bring the guns you have and Don’t go down stairs, something’s open down there! AND HURRY!” Skyler screamed.

There was a pounding of feet and Ty walk in the room, followed with Eli.

“Holy shit!” Eli said stunned.

“Damn it, he couldn’t save her.” Ty said.

“Don’t go down stairs, something’s open. The other one is locked in that closet right there, you bring the guns?” Skyler explained.

“Dude Courtney’s down there in the shower, I have to go back down there.” Ty snapped back.

“Go down there and get her and bring her back up here til we find what’s open down there k.” Skyler demanded.

“something’s open down there?”

“Ya, but we don’t know where, so be careful take a few guns k.” I replied.

Being careful and hurrying at the same time Ty and Eli walk down the stairs skipping a one every other step. Getting to the bottom, they take a left into the kitchen. Reighly was still in the same spot, lifeless.

“Fucking idiot, why didn’t he yell for help?” Eli asked.

“He did I guess, we were just to late.”

The two didn’t go into the living room where the corrupted slain body of Reighly laid. But they went through the kitchen and took a left to the end of the hall way. They could hear that shower on and gargling from inside.

“Babe, are you alright? We need to get up stairs, something’s open down here…. Babe…”Bang, bang, bang, Ty said knocking on the door.

Ty steps back and kicks the door in. There she was sitting in the bottom of the bathtub naked. But she was looking up at something… They followed her eyes up. It was another one, but he wasn’t fully in side, just his arm. Trying to reach for her through an open window not big enough to even squeeze a cat out.

“Don’t move k. Ty don’t shoot it, I have an idea. Maybe if we teach it a lesson it wont come back, you said the broom stick can touch it right?” Eli said.

He left the room for a second and returned with the broom.

“You fucker, I’ll fuck you up!” Eli told the phantom.

With all his strength, he swung it, hitting the arm multiple times. Each tme the thing made a noise of pain and even though the arm flung around and tried to grab him it couldn’t do nothing. Finally it stop and pulled its arm out. For a second it was pitch black ubtil the this stuck its face in.

“Your one ugly mother fucker!” Eli yelled.

“Get the hell out of here!”

Grabbing the broom with two hands he stabbed as the face out the window. With a scream, the thing was gone. Eli shut the board window.

“You can finish your shower, we have to clean up a little before we let you girls see anything k.” Eli told her.

Getting closer to the closet door, Skyler grabbed the door knob. I was ready to fire when it was swung open. He looked at me and nodded. He swung the door open and sure enough, there was one in there, that came right out. I started firing, Skyler join in and within a couple of seconds I was killed. We opened the window and threw it out side.

3 days later

We were all sitting in the living room, everyone from all four houses, or the survivors of them. The same situation happen over at one of the other house the same night. Three were killed there, til they took control over the situation. It was hard to keep one conversation going. But we did finalize on how Reighly and Lorili was killed at least. Two of them got in through the window. Reighly got the first one in the closet, but as soon as he did that, the other one got in and killed Lorili first, with Reighly already injured pretty bad, he just ran down stairs probably hoping there was someone up and only got to yell what he yelled before that thing grabbed him. But that wasn’t the only thing we discussed. It was the window and how they get in and why we can’t touch em’. We concluded that these things, whatever they are, can go through things, well anything except wood… and certain metals. There’s one more thing we haven’t figured out yet…

Why do the people they kill come back to life just to get to I thing that killed em? We haven’t figured it out yet and we don’t want to…

6 months before

“Hey guys!” A voice echoed through out the house.

Some how, the yell woke me up. I glance over at the nightstand.

6:00am.

“What the fuck.” I whispered to myself.

I could feel Jades naked body still laying on me the way she had fell asleep last night. I could tell she didn’t seem to hear the yell that woke me up and was still well asleep.

“Was I dreaming?” I whispered to myself again.

I lay there, listening and waiting for the yell to echo throughout the house again, but there were only the sounds of our fans blowing on our bed from either side. I closed my eyes and started to drift back to sleep. Several minutes past, just as I was about to fall back asleep, the door flung open. Sitting up, startled, I forgot Jade was laying on me and she was nearly thrown off the bed, but grabbing my arm, she caught herself.

“What the Fuck!?” I yelled.

It was Eli; he was still in his pajama pants with no shirt on.

“Fucking come and see this shit guys, I’m fucking freaked the fuck out.” Eli demanded.

“Fucking Eli, why did you wake us up, it better fucking be good or I’ll be pissed.” I Said with a yell as he started to walk back through the hall way.

“I’m fucking pissed Eli, I swear to god, if this isn’t important, I’m going to fucking kill you.” Jade yelled.

I swung my feet around til they were both on the floor, it was cold, not only were the fans on, but the windows and screen door to our balcony were wide open. I had left it open last night to cool it down from the summers heat. Which didn’t really help much; it didn’t really cool it down but instead let the hot air inside, til much later. But the floor was cold now, as well as the room. I could feel it on the wood floor, it almost hurt the bottom of my feet, it was so cold.

“God damn! It’s so cold in here; I’m freezing my balls off Babe.” I complained.

“Well put some cloths on, I think it feels good.” Jade stated.

“I’m just going to put my Pajama pants on, I don’t think I ‘m going to need a shirt. Babe hurry, I want to see what’s so important. It’s not everyday something freaks Eli out.” I said in a rush.

Slipping the pjs on while she slipped hers on, I threw one of her random shirts to her that had been lying on the floor. I walked over to the window and peered out for a second. It was a bit cloudy and the sun was no where to be seen, just a gloomy and grey day. I walked over to the open screen door and walked out on the balcony. It was wet and humid; I could smell the morning dew, and the mountain rain. Taking a deep breath of the fresh, wild mountain air, i turned around and stepped back inside. Jade wasn’t in the room and the door was open a little more then had Eli left it.

“Dang it, she left without me. Bad woman.” I mumbled to myself.

I left my room taking a right through the hall way, passing Tylers and Justines room, Skylers and Kaylas shortly after that. Taking a left before I get to the Bathroom, took me into the Master Living room. Almost everyone was in there except for Eli, who was probably hiding from Jade and I. Skyler and Kayla were on the love seat to the right and Cody, Cami, Soyer, and Brianna were all on the corner couch in the middle of the room and Tyler and Justine were on the recliner. I didn’t see Jade, Eli, or Jamie. I could smell food cooking and hear clanging of dishes and pans in the kitchen to the right of me.

“I’m bettin’ that’s Jamie.” I thought to myself.

“What the fuck was Eli yelling for? It better be good cause I’m pissed. “ I swore.

“Dude, we’re all going to die, it’s the end of the world and there will be nothing left.” Cody blurted out.

“Shut the fuck up jerk!” Cami said ending the sentence with a smack on the back of Codys arm that echoed throughout the room.

“Yeah, if you say that again I’m going to do more then a smack Cody.” Kayla added.

“Guys! Listen its back on!” Soyer cut in.

“We still don’t know the whole story, but it is confirmed that there are two asteroids that are in the path of the Earth, one of which being the size of the state of Delaware and the second, trailing it, half the size of that. It is speculated that they’ll both hit about 100 miles west of Florida, simultaneously, The President of the United States has issued a national state of emergency and has ordered the entire west coast to be evacuated, we are urging you to get under ground or find shelter, with plenty of food and water, along with blankets or whatever you can grab that might be of use. There is at least three or four days of time before for they will hit our orbit and another two til impact. We are now transferring you to Dane Loughin, the NASA astrolagist that made the discovery and was in on the calculations of time of impact and where…” The TV Anchor man said.

“Dane, so explain the situation a little more clearly, we know there’s two asteroids on our course, but is there anything we can do? Is there anything that we and the people need to know that hasn’t been said already?” the Anchor man asked.

“Well, there’s a lot to taking into thinking, Yes , there are two asteroids on course for Earth, one being 1,545 square miles and the other 720.5 miles wide. They are expected and has been calculated to impact around 161 kilometers or 100 miles west of Florida. As of right now there has been no change in the situation, other then what other countries are doing. Russia, Japan, and North Korea have already launched there own global defense missiles to try to knock the larger one off course and there has been no further information or news about that. The U.S. Government are getting together and, as we speak, are trying to see what they can do as a country, to stop this catastrophe. Until I have further news, all I can say is what you all have already heard, take shelter, under ground would be the safest and the further under ground u get the safer, and obviously most of you don’t have that kind of place to go to take shelter but there are bomb shelters. Schools and libraries all are made to take shelter from elements like this. Take as much perishable foods and water as you can. Do not take things you will not need or balky things, you will need room. Make sure you bring plenty of blankets with you cause it will get cold. Other then that, I do not have any more advice to give you on that.” Dane explained.

“Dane, you said that Japan, North Korea, and Russia have launched there own defenses separately, what is there goal? Do they think they have the technology to do this and do they? And if they miss does The U.S. have there own plan for this?” The Anchor man asked.

“Umm, to my knowledge, these missiles are to hopefully knock the bigger asteroid off our course, but from what I heard, it’s only a 30% success rate, even with three missiles, it’s just by chance the missiles will do that. As far as the technology to do it, I myself believe we do, but it just haven’t been exposed yet, and if we do, this will be the time to expose it. The United States, undoubtly, has a plan, but I haven’t been informed about it and if I do ill let you know.” Dane Said.

“Kay, thanks Dane, hope to hear from you soon.” The anchor man finished.

“Umm, so what do you guys want to do? Do you want to go home? We are in a pretty safe place here you know.” Soyer suggested.

“Well , I know there’s like 5 days til it even gets here, so if we’re going to stay here then we need to make it livable for all of us and we don’t have enough food or gas to even last 4 months, so I think we need to get a move on.” Skyler Protested.

“Ok, does everyone want to stay here then?” I asked.

There was a short time of silence and I could tell and even see fear and uncertainty on half of there faces, with excitement on the other half. Looking around I notice Jade, Eli, and Jamie joined in the little congregation and for what seemed a long time, everyone just stould there, silent, looking at each other and waiting for someone to speak.

“Well k, then I’m taking that as a yes.” I said, breaking the silence.

“Umm, but I think we should call our families before we finalize our decisions. What if they want us with them?” Brianna added.

“I think we should all just stay here, I mean, it’s not for me to say, but I think this place is one of the best places to at least keep out of the confusion of the towns and city’s, I know we have to go down to town to stock up, but thinking past that. If we went down there, where are we going to go to take shelter? The school, the Library, or what? Those places are limited with space and we even have three more huge houses out here, if we want, our families can all come out here, room here isn’t the an issue.” Jamie pleaded.

“Well, my family’s in a different state so I’m out, and Flints, Jades, Kaylas, Jamies, and Codys families are all out of state or won’t drive all the way out here. I mean we can see if they all will still.” Eli stated.

There was another moment of silence until it was broke by a pop in the kitchen.

“Oh shit, I forgot about the eggs!” Jamie said running into the kitchen.

No-one said another word to each other for a good hour, everyone just went to there own spot and called there families to see what their plans are and to see if they want to come out here. Most of the girls were crying except for Jamie. I can see why though, when she was little, her whole family was killed in a car wreck after dropping her off at a friends house. Since she was too young to even realize what really happened, she went to her aunt and uncles and was abused til they to were killed in car wreck , but this time it was them drunk and it was them that killed another whole family. Luckily she had a steady job and was in school. They even brought up her grades and even down to what she looked like, so the courts ruled her an adult, and able to think and live on her own, ever since then, she lived with Eli, in a month, it’ll be two years since she moved in and three years since they have been together. It’s easy to tell what she’s going to do. But it’s hard to tell about any of the others, even with Jade.

After about an hour or two, everyone started to get back together in the living room.

“Well, me and Kayla’s staying.” Skyler threw out there for everyone one to know.

“So are me and Cami, but Cami wants to spend some time with her grandma though.” Cody added.

“Umm, Jade and I are staying too, but my brothers are on the way, my mom and dad want to spend what time they have left together since he just got out of prison. Jade’s lil bro and two lil sis’s are on there way too, they’ll be here in less then 24 hrs; I have to pick em up at the airport. In 18 hours.” I said.

“We’re here to stay too.” Soyer said.

“My little sis is on her way here too, she’s going to call me when she gets to Sandpoint. But Justine’s going down to her parents cause they want her to but they don’t want me there, so she’s going alone and I’m stayin’.”

I could see hurt in his eyes when he said that. She had tears in her eyes, you could tell she was doing it against her will. After a second of silence, Eli broke in.

“K, well we need to get things going then, we have five days, to get four houses blow-up proof, livable, and comfortable. We Have 2 generators for each house one gas and one electric/gas hybrid for each house and they all need to be wired to the house, my dad did set up a wind mill up there on top of the mountain big enough to power all four houses but he could never get it to work even though it was set up by the book. Good thing about it is once it starts going it wont stop till we stop it ourselves. All my dad does when he is here, is work and add to the houses, he’s crazy but now that he’s gone and Tracey’s not living here anymore, there are things he didn’t get to finish that I don‘t even know about yet, But aside from that, we still need a lot of things. Like gas and alot more water, enough to last a whole year. Our Neighbor has a water truck that he’s been trying to sale and we could use that to fill up all the wells, once filled. I bet we would have enough water for two years with over a hundred people.” Eli Planned out loud.

“After we get the water filled up and shit we could use the truck to fill up barrels and put em’ out back. There has to be at least 200 barrels out at the recycling center. and there plastic to with no wholes.” Soyer added.

“I Guess I’ll use my credit card to get the gas then.” Skyler sighed.

“What about food?” I asked out load for opinions.

Everyone just looked at each other waiting for someone to speak, everyone looked like they just hit a brick wall going a hundred.

“How bout we go down to that deer farm. There’s some huge deer there and enough to feed all of us a long time, I know how to make jerky, and that lasts, and it almost never expires.” Cody blurted out.

“This is fucking crazy! Why didn’t they tell us earlier, they had to of seen it a long time ago with all that technology, don’t you think?” Cami said panicky.

“They probably did know, but didn’t want people to worry to early in case they changed course or something."

#New Story #non fiction #Book #Horror #horror survival #Scary

[helenarasmussen87]

Writing Asks

This the post where I know no one is going to ask me anyway.

1. Describe your comfort zone—a typical you-fic.

Something that is like a “Oh hey, what happens if we do THIS!” and go from there. Usually ends up having loads of emotions, comfort, angst, introspection, loads of kitchen sink dialogues, not too much action. Families, happy endings.

2. Is there a trope you’ve yet to try your hand at, but really want to?

Fluffy stuff and humourous stuff. I am a little too serious for either one and my humour is drier than the desert and very odd. So no.

3. Is there a trope you wouldn’t touch with a ten foot pole?

Teacher and Student relationships. Necrophilia, abuse of all sorts, underage. Just not my thing. I’ve gotten unable to stomach a lot of grimdark and super dark stuff as I get older so I won’t write it. But go ahead if that’s your thing.

4. How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Care to share one of them?

Two, since I can’t have more than two on the burner. Learned THAT early on and they’re Terror AU’s One is a fixit, but with health complications and angst. The other is a Modern Day AU which has two professors falling in love after one gets injured and the other worked as an EMT and helps to take care of him and they fall in love.

5. Share one of your strengths.

I can offer insights on what flows and what doesn’t. I can also happily shred my own drafts if they don’t work. 

6. Share one of your weaknesses.

Action. I work at it, but it’s not my favourite. Or war writing. 

7. Share a snippet from one of your favorite pieces of prose you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

“Danny had to turn his head away to hide his smile, because he knew that it was a legitimate concern for Jose. Most of the time, he had jumped into bed with his partners first and then did the mating dance. 

Although extremely smart in other aspects, dating and social interactions were always a bit skewed, because he was always second-guessing himself and nervous as hell.

“That’s actually how things work out in these situations. At least it did for me and my ex and for me and Claude.” Danny explained calmly, making Jose nod and take another pull of his slurpee.

“So what do I do? Like is there a time when I bring up the possibility of us sleeping together?” Jose asked, the words slightly mumbled as he chewed on the straw.

“You don’t bring it up. You’ll just know when the time is right for it to happen. Sex isn’t what a relationship should be built on. Yes, it’s nice and it’s part of it, but it’s not the end all to be all. Trust me on this. It will happen if it’s meant to happen.” Danny explained, hoping that he had put it all in the plainest and simplest terms he could for his friend.

I am proud of this because it was majorly borrowing from life and I can see the difference from earlier writing. 

8. Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

“Sergio laughed shortly. “I’ve already done enough of that, and look at where it’s gotten you. Yeah, legally I hold claim over you. I could make the club buy out your contract and sit at home all day, having litter after litter.”

Iker’s blood froze at that and he turned to look at Sergio to see if he really meant it, but Sergio’s face gave nothing away.

“Or I could sign your rights to the club and let them sell you wherever or to whomever. Take you out of Spain, or sell you to Getafe or Malaga. All of these things I could do. The club actually did bring it up at that meeting you didn’t show up for.”

Iker blinked, his hands going numb as Sergio’s wickedly honed words hit home.

“I’m not telling you this to hurt you. Or make you feel indebted. I’m telling this to you because you’re this close to losing your spot and that’s the last thing I want for you. But there’s only so much I can do for you.”

He sighed and looked at Iker dead in the eyes.

“I miss him too, Iker. I miss Antonio every fucking day. And I miss you.”

Iker swallowed hard as Sergio abruptly turned and left, slamming the front door and freeing him from the command so suddenly that Iker fell onto the couch and curled up in it.

He had no energy to do anything else. Not when he was all too aware he’d fucked up and fucked up big and needed to fix it.

Borrowed from life again and it was more of a dialogue that needed to be had when you finally realize how much you fucked up and how much you need to stop coasting and make it right. 

9. Which fic has been the hardest to write?

ALL OF THEM! Kidding. I want to say the one I’m working on right now. I was lucky enough I got a ton of help fleshing it out. I can see the end of the 1st chapter and I am having a hell of a time writing Goodsir’s chunk. He’s turned out more emo and romantic than I was expecting. 

10. Which fic has been the easiest to write?

The QuiObi prompts for the prompt week. Took me like two hours to knock them off and post. 

11. Is writing your passion or just a fun hobby?

Its a passion and a hobby. It helped me through a lot of rough patches and keeps me sane. 

12. Is there an episode above all others that inspires you just a little bit more?

Mostly music or a change in life. I tend to write when everything is in flux with me.

13. What’s the best writing advice you’ve ever come across?

Just write. Worry about editing later. Once you have something on the paper, fixing it up becomes easier. 

14. What’s the worst writing advice you’ve ever come across?

Edit as you write. You don’t get anything done.

15. If you could choose one of your fics to be filmed, which would you choose?

Oooh. I think it’s a toss up between my Qui-Gon/Jango fic in a pastoral setting where they have put their pasts behind and are farmers on Concord Dawn. Or the Werewolf fic I wrote during my RPF phase.

16. If you only could write one pairing for the rest of your life, which pairing would it be?

Bloody hard. I would have to say Fitzier (Commander Fitzjames/Captain Crozier)

17. Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order?

Depends. Sometimes I go straight from beginning to end and sometimes I end up writing the middle and not figuring it out until later.

18. Do you use any tools, like worksheets or outlines?

Outlines. I have notebooks I jot down point form notes about the characters and the plot.

18. Stephen King once said that his muse is a man who lives in the basement. Do you have a muse?

Mine is a librarian or an alchemist trying to figure out answers and how things fit in.

19. Describe your perfect writing conditions.

A good playlist. Alone, in my room.

20. How many times do you usually revise your fic/chapter before posting?

I revise it along the way when I sit down to write. Then before I post, I give it a once over to make sure it flows and makes sense. 

21. Choose a passage from one of your earlier fics and edit it into your current writing style. (Person sending the ask is free to make suggestions).

All my old fics are honestly gone so I’m skipping this one. 

22. If you were to revise one of your older fics from start to finish, which would it be and why?

Honestly? The Duo and Heero one I wrote about them being in an abusive relationship where they split up, then got back together again. I was again writing from life, and I have seen couples who did overcome it, but looking back, I think I should have written it that they separated and went their own ways. 

Keep in mind I was very young when I wrote this, and I was in an abusive relationship myself and didn’t realise it at the time. He hit me once, apologised and never did it again. But he did end up manipulating me, gaslighting me, and emotionally abusing me until I finally had enough and left. 

23. Have you ever deleted one of your published fics?

Yes. Loads of them due to me not wanting to finish them. Or the hosting sites going under. 

24. What do you look for in a beta?

Someone who is honest, someone who knows the way I write, and has suggestions to fix those said things. But someone who is themselves is the best. Because they know what they want. Same here. 

25. Do you beta yourself? If so, what kind of beta are you?

I do, simply due to lack of steady betas. Flow and story telling, but I also look for syntax and formatting as well as grammar. I will miss typos, so I run spell-check too. I mostly use a mental rubric. Teacher training.

26. How do you feel about collaborations?

I haven’t had a successful one due to the second person always deciding that they can’t follow through or up and disappearing. So I don’t do them.

27. Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much.

Oh my God! I read so much and so many different people that I can’t pinpoint three. I usually end up reading a fic or two, so I can’t say why I read the author.

28. If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose?

I haven’t done that. I do admit to having inspired by fics. I wouldn’t ever presume to do that. It just feels like a snub.

29. Do you accept prompts?

Not really. I can’t tailor write stuff consistently. 

30. Do you take liberties with canon or are you very strict about your fic being canon compliant?

Oh always! I end up liking the characters that somehow never make it until the end. And in the Terror, unless you want to write angst all the time, you HAVE to ignore canon. And I mean BOTH the book and the show, since the book is nasty. The show is amazing, but oh my god is it depressing.

31. How do you feel about smut?

Yes damned please!

32. How do you feel about crack?

Depends on how well it’s done. Sometimes it is needed. Sometimes it’s like “Why?”

33. What are your thoughts on non-con and dub-con?

A bit tricky. I don’t mind non-con, but it has to be handled well. Dub-con, especially in A/B/O happens within context and it is usually dealt with. So I can tolerate that more than the first. Outright abuse, no.

34. Would you ever kill off a canon character?

Yes. Not often thought. But yes. I usually try and keep as many alive as I can though.

35. Which is your favorite site to post fic?

AO3, its a wild place and I love it for that reason.

36. Talk about your current wips.

It’s an AU where two professors that live in the same building and work in different faculties get thrown together and start to get to know each other. Due to circumstance, one gets injured and the other kind of volunteers to help take care of him, where they fall in love. The others in the vicinity do also. There’s Canadian shenanigans and baking. 

37. Talk about a review that made your day.

That they really liked how I wrote Frank Randall and would like to see more with his son, an OC I created for the story.

38. Do you ever get rude reviews and how do you deal with them?

I either delete, or give a generic reply and leave it. I’ve got stuff to do.

40. Write an alternative ending to [insert fic title] (or just the summary of one).

Nope. It just doesn’t work for me.

*somewhere I fucked up on the number but here you are*

Whoever wants to do this.

#about the author #asks #memes

[nadunacreates]

NANOWRIMO 2019 • WEEK FOUR

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WIP: heroes bleed red

THIS WEEK’S WORDCOUNT: 7’054 / 11’669

TOTAL WORDCOUNT: 58’242 / 50’000

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read on under the cut for some excerpts and other fun stuff.

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GENERAL RANT:

this week was like the exact opposite of week two. i had such a hard time and really hit that writing slump, hated everything about my story but still forced myself to write at least 500 words a day. i’m not sure if i’ll be able to use a single one of those in the end. i completely lacked the motivation to write this round up, which is why i’m only doing this now, on december 1st and i’m also really just counting that week four and not the last two days. i’ll post a total roundup of the whole month, too, as well as future plans, but i don’t know yet if i’m going to manage to do this today or only tomorrow. anyway, week four was positively shitty all around and thus the following excerpt won’t be great, but… have them anyway.

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FIRST LINE BIT I WROTE THIS WEEK:

“Sorry,” Kaliope says, and decides to just once in her life fuck it and tell the truth. It’s not it can do much damage, right? She’s not interested in a friendship with Moe, after all, or even getting to know her any more closely than what is strictly necessary for the observation of her enemy. She’ll be keeping an eye on her, as much as possible, and nothing more. It doesn’t matter if Moe likes her or not, whether she thinks of her as a freak or not. Kaliope will not matter more to Moe than any other customer does. So. Truth it is, no matter how bitter it tastes going over her tongue, the regret and fear of rejection just things she doesn’t really feel.

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yeah, kaliope, keep telling yourself that. so it runs out i’m really bad at writing consistent characterisations and not turning everything into an angst fest. also this is somewhat towards the end of my main characters’ first interaction as civilians, and it’s definitely one of those things that will drastically change in the second draft, if i ever make it that far.

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LAST LINE I WROTE THIS WEEK:

Amethyst likes these days, when she’s got enough brainpower and energy left to place these kinds of mind games, think about all the possible consequences to her actions. When she’s not just left playing catch up and trying not to die.

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amethyst is moe’s hero identity, in case i’ve forgotten to mention this before. which i probably have, knowing me. it’s a bad line of an even worse scene and it’s most likely to get cut, heh

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AN UNEXPECTED REVELATION THAT HAPPENED:

apparently both moe and kaliope are bad at making friends (or at least feel that way). so both their co-workers decide to friendship-match-make them. which is so not how i planned this whole thing to go, but oh well. now at least i get to write them texting and having moe be oblivious that kaliope is that annoying villain that she likes to complain to her about. identity porn is my jam, even though i feel like i’m really bad at writing it and also i’m giving out spoilers here like warm bread or however that saying goes. although i doubt that anyone is even reading this, or that i might ever get to the point where these things count as actual spoilers because i feel like i’m never going to be able to finish this. one of the reasons is the other “unexpected” revelation, with a lot of emphasis on unexpected, because by now i should really know myself better:

this story will not be done in 50k. is not done in 50k. i barely reached the middle of the first act now, although my outline is patchwork at best. which means that i think this story is going to be at least 175k, which would mean writing more than 1000 words every day until the end of february, sooo. gonna be playing the long game here. which means, in turn, that i’m probably going to be posting about this wip for a long time to come. if anyone wants to opt out of the tag list, feel free to do so, because i feel like my incoherent ramblings are not the most aesthetic things to read, or whatever. but also if you’d like to cheer me up, please do so. i need it ^^°

- the following excerpt is the second part of this match making thingy, happens very soon after the first lines of this week’s writing -

“What are you trying to do?” Moe asks then, and there’s so much suspicion in her voice that Kaliope can basically hear it dripping off of it. She did mention that Farren could get into strange moods, though, so maybe this is just one of their great ideas that Kaliope and Moe will have to wait out.

Maybe not, though, because Emerson suddenly clears their throat, moves down the bench to sit close at Kaliope’s side, and then they slip her own phone back into her hand. Kaliope startles, first, and then she glares. “Where did you get that? Why did you get that?” How didn’t I notice?, most importantly, because what kind of super villain is she if she doesn’t even notice her own phone getting stolen?

“You put it down on the table in front of you,” Emerson explains, calmly, as though this is something entirely rational. “I know you don’t have a code. I just put in Moe’s phone number, don’t worry about it.”

“Don’t worry about— why the fuck would you do that?”

“You need more friends,” Emerson and Farren both say at the same time, because apparently Farren is trying to explain the same thing happening to Moe. It’s making Kaliope feel a little better, to be honest, that even the Great Hero Amethyst didn’t notice that her phone got stolen, that as an actual hero she should be able to prevent that kind of thing, let alone let it happen to herself.

“And Moe is the perfect choice, seriously. You don’t have to do anything but come here a few times a week and let her talk to you during her break.”

“What in all hells? Why are you trying to take our lives in your hands like that? We’re actual grown adults—”

“—and certainly older and more mature than you, Farren,” Moe puts in, and—

“—and certainly older and more mature than you,” Kaliope repeats, “and we don’t need you to friend-match-make us.”

“We were getting there on our own,” Moe puts in, and—

“We were getting there on our own,” Kaliope repeats. “Wait, what? No, we were not!”

“See?” Farren says, probably to Emerson, considering their conversational tone of voice. “I told you they wouldn’t get around to it by themselves. We did a good thing, there, and you don’t have to feel guilty.”

“Oh no,” Kaliope says, “you have to feel very guilty. Keep on right doing that. I’m done with you, you little traitor.” And Kaliope doesn’t even know herself if she’s joking or not, because she does mean it, a little, and at the same time she doesn’t, there’s just— something that she feels, something curling low in her belly and squeezing tight around her chest, something she doesn’t have a name for, something she doesn’t want to find a name for.

It’s an unfamiliar kind of feeling, and she doesn’t particularly like it, wouldn’t want to have it repeated.

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RANDOM CHARACTER FACTS I DIDN’T KNOW BEFORE:

there are way too many side characters that suddenly got way too much screen time and importance to the whole story. and it seems like i can’t stop making new ones.

there’s the owner of the garage where moe has her second job at, for example. he turned out to be lenny’s grandfather (lenny is one of moe’s best friends from her high school time and it was basically their death that triggered her whole “i’m going to be a superhero now” thing and yeah. it’s probably time i make some proper character introductions. maybe that’ll help me get my motivation back.) and that’s big. also he apparently knows that moe is the hero amethyst? although i’m pretty sure that i mentioned in one of the first scenes that absolutely no one knows about her being amethyst. seriously, this is going to take so so much work to edit.

but yeah, another new character is the wind, apparently, and that’s going to change so much? but also make a lot of the things make more sense?

also there are like four cops or “hero liaisons” as i call them for some reason, and somehow they get to have a lot of impact as well??

look, i have zero control over anything in this story, i’m just glad to get any words out at all and maybe do some world building and character development while i’m at it.

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SOME LINES THAT I ACTUALLY LIKE, SOMEWHAT:

Moe doesn’t know if she’ll be able to sleep now. […].

She wants to. She wants to get to. No Amethyst, not today.

(And yet, she turns on the radio, puts it on her nightstand, lets the static trickle on and hopes it won’t get interrupted, won’t turn into voices asking for backup to go up against a villain.)

(And yet, she puts her suit on the free space next to the radio, ready to be slipped into at a moment’s notice.)

(And yet, she’ll be ready to leave at that same moment’s notice, no matter the time of day or night.)

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and that was the last roundup! i’m kinda glad it’s over, save for the total roundup now, because i’m really bad at picking out interesting stuff and not rambling too much and actually stick to a posting schedule and everything else, basically. i hope that at least some of you liked these posts, but well, even if you didn’t, it still helped me reflect on the week and see that i actually managed to get some things done, and yeah, not everything is bad and a lot of it is fixable. much more fixable than an empty page would be, at least, so! and i won nano early, that’s worth something, right?

#nanowrimo update #writeblr #writers on tumblr #writing community #nano 19 #wip progress #my writing #wip: heroes bleed red #naduna creates #hbr: excerpt #that week was HARD #but i think i got over the worst of it by now? #like i'm not as excited about this story as at first #but it's not as bad as it was on thursday / friday #and i got a story idea for a new wip which is less than optim #*optimal #but oh well #we'll see where that one goes #thanks for sticking with me this far though! #(and let's hope it goes on for far longer still!) #naduna rambles #i guess that counts as rambles

[artbymaryc]

Reverse Zombie AU! these were sketches I had started after reading a writing prompt which has disappeared but i saved a draft i’ll reblog after this :

The zombie outbreak started 2 years ago now you find yourself cornered by a decaying zombie when you do the unthinkable and bite it first when it falls to the floor and grows its skin back and sits up and asks what is going on

these were for a reverse big bang last year but my partner dropped out and i wanted to finally share them. i have a half finished cleanup of Pidge & Keith sitting around somewhere. extremely long notes about the zombie outbreak i saved from chat below the cut if anyone cares.

These are Borg-like zombies, they aren't decaying immediately or out for eating everyone or mindless. Like any virus the point is to spread, and this one is very good at getting the hosts it infects to help spread it to the rest of their species. It affects their brain and makes them NEED to go home to the rest of their people so the virus can get to them. Making the hosts mindless and dumb and killing everyone wouldn't help. Like they will latch onto whatever convenient reason occurs to them first and want to go home for that. They're hyper focused on just getting home, all else is peripheral. They'll stop to eat and rest cuz they have to, but like 6 hrs and food goo is fine no complaints. So in the long run it's bad cuz they're doing the bare minimum to keep functioning. Life expectancy is maybe a couple years? If you don't get in their way and they don't need you they'll brush you off/ignore you. If they want your help they'll try to talk you into into it, infect you if they want to keep you or you keep refusing to help with the thing. If they decide you're a threat to the mission THEN they're gonna neutralize you however is easiest.

Oh yeah spreading like most germs - saliva, blood, boogers, etc. Just super fast. Watch out for food/drink sharing, sneezes to the face, drool, bites, touching the same surfaces, unsanitary practices, etc.

Most space-faring species have developed immunity or a vaccine to it (virus needs name haaaalp) so when it does manage to infect something that can travel off world it tries to get the rest of the species quick. Coran and Allura were already immune, it's been around a long ass time it just wasn't so scary back in the day. The infected figure that out early on.

Maybe they’re investigating wreckage on a planet. Local not yet space faring inhabitants got it second hand from space traders coming by or smth. It’s mutated to a stronger form there. Then there’s some ceremonial good bye thing, Hunk has to drink from the same cup or similar. So whoever gets infected first... they come back to the castle, infect someone else without knowing. I figure Shiro would have to be at least second to get infected... infecting the next one is more intentional, they probly try and fail to get Allura because of her immunity. 

So the infected want to get to Earth (tho when they get Keith he might be kinda screwy and suggesting they stop by the Blade base on the way). They're having trouble convincing Allura why they suddenly have to go home when they'd been avoiding Earth before. Maybe they try piloting the Castle one night and realize it won't respond for them. By then they know Allura and Coran can't be infected so Plan B they try to take the Lions. Lions say hells no this is Wrong, your brains are WRONG so they lock up. PLAN C WE CAN STILL DO THIS they're just gonna have to settle for one of those pod ships.

By then it's getting obvious to the last two that something is really off... and the fourth Paladin they give up on subtlety and just straight up bite to convert them quickly. Lance is saying "run", he's the last infected and he knows it D:

Ok so guys not being mindless idiots know they can't wormhole so they need to supply the ship to survive etc, this gives the others time to stop them. They don't want Earth getting overrun since humans are getting better at space, and also if it mutates via Keith and jumps in its new ultra potent form to the Galra the universe is screwed. There weren't viable vaccines on the ship anymore, but Coran can get the computer synthesize more. Then he vaccinates Pidge immediately but while they're doing that the guys come trash the lab so they can't make more.

Everyone's afraid of Allura kicking their ass they'd probly just try to lock her in somewhere and stay the fuck away. They probly get ahold of Coran in the infirmary and like… cryopod him or smth while Pidge is escaping.  But Pidge is immunized now with SPACE ANTIVIRUS which she can spread to the other humans similar to the virus. She probly goes after Keith first cuz he's pretty fast and needs him to help get Shiro.

In my head from 1st Paladin infection to curing everyone is like 2/3 days max.

OKAY END RANT SORRY ABOUT THAT

#reverse zombie au #zombies #IN SPACE #pidge #pidge vld #pidge gunderson #lance vld #keith vld #shiro vld #hunk vld #coran #the gorgeous man #pidge centric #maybe one day i will finish the clean up drawing of the cure bite! #after like 500 other wips lol #artbymaryc

[futurewriter2000]

Home ~ Part 1

A/N: Another one coming out. I’m sorry I keep writing new ones and not finishing the old ones but I’m trying to empty my drafts and this one is also kind of personal to me. It was not requested, just written when times get rough.

SUMMARY: Reader (Slytherin) has a lot of home problems but mostly hides it away, distancing herself from others. That is until one of the Marauders can’t ignore the unseen.

PAIRING: James Potter x reader

TAGS:  @shadyladyperfection, @nadinissavage, @geeksareunique, @loserslytherpuff,  @siriusly-loves-snuffles, @ashkuuuu, @xinyourdreamsx, @maralisa124 , @slither-in-a-half​

(REQUESTS ARE CLOSED)

XX

Every sound there was ever made in this house was the sound of yelling, shouting and screaming. It started in the morning where you couldn't sleep because your sister kept blasting music. She was smart, she wanted to silence it.

You? Well you simply had to wake up to either shouting or the music. To be honest you always preffered the music, even though it was the worst kind of them all.

Today was the day, wasn't it. The day before your last train to Hogwarts. Last day.

Were you happy? Yes.

Were you sad? Yes.

Were you torn? Definetly.

You were torn because you couldn't trust your sister to herself. You couldn't leave her alone. Not in this house at least.

"So? Last year." she smiled through the pain and sat down next to you. "I'll miss you. "

"Yeah...I don't think I'll be going." you mumbled, trying to avoid her gaze.

"What? Of course you'll be going." she argued, her smile turning into a frown.

"No. I can find a job and we can both find a place an-and then we'll finally be free." you smiled and took her hands, signalling her how serious you really were.

There was a small moment of hesitation before she finally stood up and looked down at you. "No. You're going. You are the only member in this family that has a good future ahead of her. You graduate Hogwarts and then we'll see about our little apartment we always talked about."

"But-"

"But I'll be fine. I waited 21 years, I can wait another one." she reasured and left the room.

"Oh, Hannah ! " you shouted and made her turn around.

You sent her a smile, a signature smile meaning only one thing. "Closing the door. Turning off the music!" she shouted behind closed doors.

"Thank you!"

---

You were already running down the stairs, the only thing missing was your jacket. "Dad! I'll be there in a second, I'm just grabbing my jacket." you shouted and walked into the living room, finding your jacket laid on the armchair next to the lamp. But it wasn't just the lamp that you saw. Your father was laying on the couch next to the armchair, long snores escaping his mouth. "Dad!" you shouted and walked over, shaking him by the shoulders.

He opened his eyes tiredly, blinking a few times at you before turning you his back and snuggling back into the blanket. "What?"

You put on your jacket and flipped your hair behind. "What are you doing? I'll miss the train."

"What do you mean?" he replied, still not bothering to get up.

"I mean you said you will drive me to the platform and yet here you are, undressed."

"Just tell your mother to drive you." he muttered and turned back around, pulling the blanket tighter around himself and taking another long snore.

"Un-freaking-believable." you sighed out and ran to the phone.

You couldn't call your mother, she always leaves in the morning. It was mostly because of your dad but you knew there was something so much more than that.

Hannah was at work and she definetly didn't have a drivers license.

There's only one more person left. Your cousin. You picked up the phone and started typing the number and he picked up immediately, letting you know he'll be there in 10.

As for your father. "You know I only asked for a ride and you couldn't even bother to care driving me to my first day in my last year of school. A father you are." you snapped harshly as you waited for your cousin.

His eyes immediately opened wide and he turned his head to you in a milisecond. "Oh and this is how you respect your father? The one who gave you a roof over your head and hot water running through the pipes?" he slowly stood up, dangerously approaching you.

"For all I care you are just another stranger in this house. I'd rather live under a bridge than here with you." you spoke boldly, finally after 18 years of life speaking your mind.

He was silent. Only his round, drunken eyes were staring back at you as if you have sinned.

"Isn't that what you always say? How we would be better off without you? How one day you are just going to leave us and live under a bridge for what you care?"

"Watch your mouth, girl." he tried to warn you but you only stood up from your chair.

"Go. You would be doing all of us a favor by doing that. But a coward as you are -"

The sentance was interrupted by a strong hand against your the cheek and a horrible pain spreading through your body.

" I am your father! You will respect me!" he bellowed and firmly gripped your hand.

You struggled your hand out of his grip, grabbing the trunk and walking towards the door. "Respect is earned, you prick." you sneered at him before shutting the door behind you.

-----

Last year. Finally. Nobody could be more excited than the four friends running down the train to their usual compartment.

"I'll become an auror! Fearless, strongest, feared by all the creatures!" shouted Sirius and stopped in front of the compartment. "Sirius Black, the auror. Sounds bloody brilliant." he beamed and looked at his friends.

"First you'll need to pass Herbology." smirked Remus and pushed pass him to open the compartment door.

"Oi! Last year was only one T. I fixed it immediately." he argued back and tried to push pass Remus as he stood right at the door step.

"Why aren't you moving?" wondered James as they both stood there like stone.

"There's a girl." spoke Remus, his eyes turning to James and back at the girl.

"So?" said James.

"She's sleeping." whispered Sirius and glanced at the sleeping girl in the compartment. Her hands under her head, her body covered with her jacket.

James finally pushed through Remus and fell right into the compartment. He turned his head towards the girl and knelt down. "I mean there is still enough space left." he looked up to the boys.

"I'm not sitting in the same compartment as her." spat Peter, crossing his arms over his chest and frowning at the girl.

"What? Why?" asked Remus, lifting an eyebrow at him.

"That's (y/n)(y/l/n). Muggleborn, Syltherin, weird." he replied. "She's always alone, always with a pack of letters in her hands. Spends most of her time in the owlery or library." he continued.

"It's just a compartment Wormy. Its our compartment. I'm meaning to take my last ride to Hogwarts in it just as I did my first. " replied James and sat on the seat in front of her. "Now you can either join me or go find some else a compartment."

----

You woke up to the sound of yelling, again. But it wasn't the one you usually wake up, no, it was the one full of laughter and positive vibes. It was something you weren't used to.

Slowly opening your eyes, you now faced three boys in the compartment, throwing jellybeans in their mouth.

The headache was still strong but you managed to sit up and know your surroundings.

"Good afternoon Sleeping Beauty." grinned the boy in black as he saw you slowly get up.

The boy sitting next to you only grinned, his hazel eyes looking at yours before noticing the red mark on your left cheek.  Their stares were clear and pitiful and you knew you were not about to deal with this right now.

Without saying a word you grabbed your jacket and your backpack, leaving the compartment of four.

----

' One Mississippi, two Mississippi, three Mississippi, four Mississippi, five-'

"Hey. I just-" he tried to speak but as soon as you heard his voice you turned around with a glare and boiled up rage.

"What the hell were you thinkinking, taking that compartment as you saw that it was already taken! If you see someone sleeping you don’t just join in and watch them sleep!" you snapped at him.

"Because-"

"You know what! Just leave me alone!" you didn't bother to give him a chance to speak before storming pass him and hoping to find a seat somewhere else.

----

There were laughs coming behind the door. The door that was decorated with yours and your dorm-mate’s drawings since 1st year.

“OH!” you heard a scoff behind the closed door. “You think I won’t do it?” she scoffed once again. “I will show you who can’t eat the whole two boxes of pizza by herself.”

You chuckled after hearing one of your closest friends being too ambitious again. Her mousy blonde hair always put in a tight yet messy ponytail completly matchnig her personality. A tomboy, with amazing taste in music just as in her style. She was the best out of them all. Fun, care-free, self-preserved, ambitious, bright, kind and with a dash of crazy. She was the only one not fraid to show her true colors.

Slightly opening the door, you peeked in the room and all heads turned to you. The girl’s smile turned into a wide beam and she imediatelly ran over to give you a big hug.

“(Y/N)!” she screamed as she walked over and almost knocked off your feet.

“Hey, Max.” you smiled and hugged her back. “Missed you too.”

She pulled away from the hug and her eyebrows immediately furrowed at you. “Where were you in the train?”

“Oh? yeah that...” you avoided her gaze and ran your fingers through your hair. “I wanted to get some rest, you know. ”

She frowned as the words left your lips. She knew about your situation back home and she knew why were you so exhausted all the time but through everything she heard from you she still had hope it would get better for you. “You know you could have always come to my place over the summer. Dear brother moved in with his girlfriend and there is a spare bedroom. “

You smiled at her and gave her another hug. “I would love to but you know I can’t leave my sister. Plus, watching you snog Regulus all summer, please.”

“We wouldn’t be snogging, we would simply just cuddle.” she started to defend herself.

“Oh, cuddle? Does cudling include putting your tounge down his throat?” commented one of your other roomates, her head popping out of the curtains of her own bed.

You chuckled to Max’ sudden change of color on her cheeks, wrapping an arm around her waist and leading her towards your other roomates. “ Come on. I need to tell you about my summer.”

-----

James was never the kind of guy who overthought about a stranger. The kind of person whose thoughts only revolved about that raging girl he met on the train.

She looked peaceful, so restful and soothing to watch this beautiful girl sleep next to him, pulling in some small snores as she snuggled closer to the jacket.

And he thought it would be okay. That she would wake up, smile at the three boys in the compartment and start befriending him.

It wasn't okay. It was far from okay because as soon as she stood up, showing the red mark across her cheek, he knew it wouldn't be pretty.

It was happening, just like it was happening with Sirius. When he came scratched and bruised the first time he ran away. It was a horrible scene and James felt  weak and useless that not a single thing couldn't have been done.

But Sirius was now happy. Stomping proudly before James, chest out, head high and a wide beam stretched across his face. And he did that. James did that.

But you. You couldn't get out of his head. For some odd reason you were able to push Lilly out of his thoughts and now, you were the only person he ever thought about. The only person he seemed to care the next few days.

"Woohoo!" whisteled Sirius, waving his hand in front of James and causing his eyes to flicker back to his. "You in love, Prongs?" he cooed.

"No. It's just that...don't you think about it. About what Wormy said, the red mark on her cheek, the sudden burst of anger..."

"It's not our place to interfere, Prongs." scolded Remus and started buttering his bread. "Besides she has a few friends. Maybe not much but I know the closest one is dating Regulus."

‘Regulus.’

One name and Sirius was gone. At the mention of his brother, Sirius smile quickly faded away. Upset as the name triggered the feeling of betrayal as if he he made a mistake leaving his home. Regulus was his best friend since he was brought to this world and now he has a girlfriend and Sirius is practically the last person to know. It's like he's missing out on so much with Regulus.

Remus noticed that they both were stuck in their own world. James was with his own thoughts as Sirius was with his, but one thing sure made them break from it soon enough.

"James." you spoke confidently through your shyness.

It wasn't normal for you to sound confident because usually your shyness got the best of you but once you had a goal in front of you, confidence was the least of your worries.

He turned around, his eyes turning wide as the sight of the girl who couldn't get out of his head stood in front of him, saying his name. A Slytherin, the ones he despises yet green has never looked better on any other house member.

"Uh-uhm." he blurted out, his tounge tied from the shocking appeareance of the girl who snapped at him few days ago.

Shyness was soon taking over the control of your brain fucntion since the moment his eyes landed on yours. But you shook your head, remembering the goal you set for today.

"I want to appologise for the way I acted on the train. I was childish and having a bad day and the compartment is free to anybody." you forced a laugh, trying to loosen up a bit. " I just don't want to be on bad terms with anyone, especially not because of my bad-temper." you finished and finally looked up at his gaze, which you tried to acoid most of the apology.

He was smiling. The boy was smiling and he kept this look in his eyes. A bit of joy and a bit of mischief but enough to confuse the hell out of you.

“Sooo...” you dragged the word with your voice, swaying your arms along with your feet.

“So.” he smiled at you, nose crinkling and standing up. “ I believe you will be forgiven on Friday ...” he looked up the ceiling, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment before looking back at you. “Around 5pm.”

“ Are you asking me on a date?” you snort.

“ I believe I am. ”

“ Well then. I politely decline your offer because I don’t date.”

“A friendly hang out than.” he winked at you, getting on his feet and taking a few steps forward.

“ James Potter wanting to befriend a Slytherin. Odd.” you teased, narrowing your eyes at him.

“ Imagine how odd it must be to actually ask her on a date, like..” he lifted his left arm, twisting his wrist and looking at the time. “About two minutes ago.”

“  I just came to apologise for my act the other day not to score a date.” you simply stated, his grin seemingly to stretch even wider.

“So I believe that’s a yes?”

Wanting to reply to this foolish boy, you were soon interrupted by a familliar screech coming from afar, causing your gaze immediately to fall on your owl.

“Mail?”

“But it’s supper.” you heard one of his friend behind.

The owl dropped you the mail and Max ran to your side as soon as it landed. Giving her the package, you turned the envelope, reading the first two words in your sister’s handwritting.

‘ (y/n) (y/l/n). ‘ and as soon as your eyes scanned the name you looked up at James, giving him an apologetic look before turning your way towards the exit, your friend following right behind you.

“ Who gets mail on supper?” James heard Sirius wonder with a carrot in his mouth. “ Can’t it wait for the next day.”

“Must be important.” replied Remus, his eyes not bothering  to look away from the book laid in front of  him.

“ Something is not right.” added James as he continued to watch you leave the Hall.

----------

As soon as you entered the door, Max behind you quickly locked it and joined you on the bed. “I’m here, don’t worry.” she squeezed your shoulder. “Whenever you’re ready.”

And you ripped it away, your fingers slightly shaking, curious but not wanting to know.

‘ Dear sister,

I’m sorry to tell you this in a letter but I left. I left home, mom, dad and I left you too. I won’t be coming back, I just can’t.

Love, Hannah.

P.S: Don’t go looking for me. ‘

#James Potter #james potter imagine #james potter x reader #Remus Lupin #remus lupin imagine #Sirius Black #sirius black imagine #peter pettigrew #peter pettigrew imagine #the marauders #Marauders #marauders era #sirius black x reader #remus lupin x reader

[sapphiresterreart]

Fun thing to imagine whenever you’re feeling down: A pining Miguel singing “Introducing me” from camp rock to Hiro.

I gotta say, this popped into my inbox when I was having a rough time and I’m glad it did – made me smile! Felt wonderful to have something kind and creative wander my way.

Yeah, I’ve been AWOL for the past….month (oops) because my life went from 0 to 100 in level of busy-ness and hell. The gist is that personal life and classwork decided to shoot me in the foot.

Good news is I’m finally on Spring Break and have a week to unwind and write some Hiroguel fanfic ideas or finish the next chapter to Puzzling Pieces!

I’ll leave the longer explanation/vent under a Read More.

Homework piled high and I had to cram finishing a mid-term paper and the rough draft of a level in a Unity video game before Spring Break. The 3rd mid-term was extended at the last minute to be due until after Spring break, thankfully.

As for personal life, I have to move clear across my campus. My current dorm has terrible roommates. I tried to work with them and communicate my concerns but they’re babies in adult bodies. Nothing worked, they didn’t adapt, and I stopped playing babysitter to them. (No washing their moldy dishes, no taking out the trash or recycling, no disinfecting door handles to prevent getting the flu that’s been running rampant, no putting away their shoes or clothes that linger in the kitchen, no buying dish soap or paper towels or sponges, nothing but letting their filth grow)

So I’ve spent the past 2 weeks trying to get a different room. The 1st option I got shared space with a substance-user. Which was EXACTLY what I was walking away from. (5 roommates and the majority are weed smokers. Smoking isn’t allowed on campus. Weed is illegal. They didn’t care.)

So I tried to get a different room only to have 2 storms back to back. The 1st storm knocked out power and heat in most of the dorms so the school forgot about my room transfer request. Had to remind them that I needed a different room.

Finally, though, I got a room on the only substance free floor on the entire CAMPUS. But I couldn’t move in because I ran out of time before Break. Plus, the 2nd storm covered everything with icy snow. I’m a loner at the school and have no one willing to help me move, and I don’t have a car. (My family don’t live nearby) So when I get back to school I will have to walk 15 min across campus with my portable grocery cart (an investment that paid off) and walk back and forth until everything is moved in. That’ll take hours and I have to do it alone.

I asked the school if they could help me move my things clear across campus because I don’t have any other resources, and the school refused. Which is bull given the sheer amount of tuition my family pays per semester for me to attend. Somehow they can’t afford to help one student, who specifically doesn’t have any resources, move packed items from one end of campus to the other. They just need one car. But nope!

So homework piled high. Roommates flipped me off. Asked for help from school and the school rolled their eyes.

It’s been an excruciatingly isolating experience. To communicate with roommates only to be outnumbered and dismissed. To ask for help from the school (help that is feasible to accomplish) but to be rejected.

The bright side, though, is I have online friends and family who genuinely care about me. Neither were able to physically support me (because they all live far away) but they emotionally supported me, and I’m grateful for that.

Even better – I’m finally home for Spring Break! It’ll last a week and I hope to brainstorm Hiroguel ideas and finish writing the next chapter to Puzzling Pieces. I feel so much lighter now that I’m home and around people who care and listen.

There’s so much to do! I wanna crochet rag rugs with my scrap fabric, wanna learn how to sew a simple hoodie with a zipper, maybe crochet a grocery tote bag with strips of old plastic bags, maybe dye fabric, learn drawing tips, read a book on Video Game Design, and sooooooo many fun things to do and so little time!

I’ve got a week of Spring Break and I wanna cram fun thing after fun thing, and writing Hiroguel fanfics are definitely fun things!

#Personal

[shervonfakhimi]

The Coronavirus 2020 NBA Draft Prospect Binge Report

Remember when people looked forward to 2020 with actual optimism? That was fun while it lasted. Instead of joy and relief, this year has brought us tragedy after tragedy and now utter chaos. That is not typically how one would start an article about NBA Draft prospects, but I have managed to accomplish absolutely nothing but watch replays of college basketball games of NBA Draft prospects amidst this COVID-19 pandemic. There are much more serious things going on right now, but maybe you could use a distraction. So here goes nothing! Here are some takeaways from prospects I’ve watched during the season and now after the season got shut down.

Lottery:

Anthony Edwards SG Georgia: I don’t know if blame needs to be put on Edwards, the construction of his Georgia team or Tom Crean, but Edwards tended to float through games and settle for tough shots he shouldn’t need to rely upon given his athleticism and superhero frame for a college freshman. And then, all of a sudden, you’ll see him flip the switch and embark on ballistic streaks like this where he explodes and decides not to miss. He’s an elite shotmaker, whether it is contested or on the move or both. It felt like he had too much of a green light to shoot these and Edwards relied on these shots a bit too much, and that put a damper on his efficiency. He did get to the free-throw line 5.3 times per game, but with his ability to drive, that probably could improve as well. A nearly identical assist/turnover ratio needs improvement as well. However, while I did not see a frequent number of passes manipulating scrambling defenses, I did see Edwards make the correct pass at times when swarmed by help defense, both in transition and in the halfcourt. When engaged, Edwards can be a staunch defender as well, but that wasn’t always the case. Again, it didn’t help playing on a young team that was often, at best, a disorganized mess (seriously, that’s me being nice). But, ideally, you’d like to see a player of Edwards’ caliber carry his team to more wins than what Georgia accumulated this season. But the talent is overwhelming and *clearly* there. He should be the number one pick (at least among the crop of college basketball prospects), but both he and the team that drafts him has work to do to get the most out of that talent.

Isaac Okoro SF Auburn: Isaac Okoro just might be the best defensive player in the draft, certainly on the wing. I watched Mason Jones give Auburn fits en route to a 40 point performance, but when Bruce Pearl (finally) placed Okoro to take him out, he obliged as if he was Jason Bourne on the loose, shutting Jones down and allowing Auburn to escape Bud Walton Arena with a win. He’s big, long, tough, and athletic to stay in front of just about anybody. Offensively, he’s more of a work-in-progress but is a good slasher who can pass or finish off a straight-line drive and can play a little bit of pick and roll. He’s got to improve as a shooter (29% from the three-point line, 67% from the free-throw line) and as a ballhandler, but will be able to defend in the NBA from day one. At the very least, he’s Josh Okogie of the Minnesota Timberwolves. The floor for him as a player is very high because of his defense. If his offensive game improves, however, he can be much more though.

Tyrese Maxey PG/SG Kentucky: A more in-depth look at the Kentucky guard is coming soon. Spoiler alert: I like him. A LOT.

Onyeka Okongwu C USC: A deeper dive into the Trojan big man will arrive shortly.

Obi Toppin SF/PF Dayton: An in-depth look at Mr. Toppin is dropping soon.

Devin Vassell SF Florida State: A deeper dive on the Florida State wing will drop shortly.

Cole Anthony PG North Carolina: If Anthony Edwards played in a mess, then I don’t know what the hell you’re supposed to describe what this season’s North Carolina team was. Anthony got hurt, his team completely fell apart without him and had little to zero help on his team outside of Garrison Brooks. So yeah, not great by any means! As a result, he’d often dribble into waves of defenders and/or hoist up forced shots which took a sledgehammer to his efficiency. He showed a little bit of a post and midrange game, did his best to control the tempo of the game and run pick and roll when he actually had room to do so, but that was not the norm. He should be better with NBA caliber teammates and spacing surrounding him next season. He should still go in the mid-to-late lottery, but this wasn’t the season many had hoped to get from him this season.

1st Round:

Saddiq Bey SF Villanova: You want a 3-and-D guy? Enter Saddiq Bey. Bey shot 41.8% from three during his two years at Villanova. Bey can hit them on the move as well as standing still, off the dribble or catch-and-shoot. He can defend multiple positions, staying in front of quicker guards or guys his size as well. I wouldn’t recommend a steady diet of Bey putting on the ball on the deck as a primary option, but he can definitely go create his own shot as well, as he did here against Georgetown, piling up 33 points in the process. Bey won’t overwhelm with his athleticism, but he can get the job done well enough to be a threat. Villanova’s a program that routinely churns out quality NBA players, and I wouldn’t expect anything less when it comes to Saddiq Bey.

Kira Lewis Jr. PG Alabama: Kira Lewis Jr. could be one of the better values out of the guard spot this season. He’s arguably the fastest player in the draft, and likely has that distinction amongst guards. He’d use that to his advantage to get to the rim, and when defenders try to cut him off or go under screens he’s a good enough shooter to make defenses pay. It felt like his first instinct was to find open teammates before going for his own. Lewis would flash finesse finishes in the paint, another nifty counter to balance his speed, but felt like he’d more often struggle to finish those plays than not. He needs to improve on that and his turnovers, but if he can, there is a lot to work with here. As an 18-year-old sophomore, Lewis is young for his age too and already has two years of experience under his belt. He needs to develop though and go to a place with a track record of developing young talent. If that’s the case, he can be a big-time steal. I’m a fan.

Jaden McDaniels SF/PF Washington: Perhaps no player in this draft is more perplexing, enigmatic, or boom-bust than McDaniels. There are days like his game against UCLA where once he is dialed in, he’s a scoring menace and guards 1-5 defensively. There are other days where you don’t even notice he’s on the floor. He still is raw and needs some fine-tuning to his game, but the flashes of brilliance are so tantalizing. He has the tools to become the versatile positionless wing to wreak havoc across the floor, but he’s going to need to go to a spot who can get the most out of him. The situation is key in the NBA, and there might not be a player more dependent upon it than McDaniels. If he gets to the right spot, he could be the steal of the draft.

Isaiah Stewart C Washington: While there are some concerns about Jaden McDaniels’ motor, there shouldn’t be much regarding his teammate, Isaiah Stewart. Stewart came to play all season long, routinely gobbling up rebounds and bending the rim. He racked up a double-double in nearly half of his games (14 out of 32) during his freshman season in Seattle. Stewart is a brute force at 6’9” 250 pounds yet runs like a gazelle in transition nearly every chance he gets to do so. What I also like about Stewart is he has very good touch around the rim and can go to the post and finish in case of an emergency. He fits the mold of the Clint Capela-archetype of today’s bigs. Sitting in the middle of Washington’s 2-3 zone didn’t allow for much to see how Stewart defends on the perimeter, but more and more NBA teams have elected to trot out zone defenses in stretches anyway in an attempt to throw off their opponent by giving them a different puzzle to solve. There is some question as to how much these types of bigs can actually produce in playoff series, but Stewart has skill in his own right to not be solely dependent on others throwing lobs to him like Clint Capela or Jarrett Allen, who both were played off the floor for stretches in the postseason last year. He’ll help whoever drafts him.

Nico Mannion PG Arizona: I was a little disappointed watching Mannion. He’s a floor general who looks to pass and make his teammates better, things I value out of my point guards for sure but was expecting a little more given the hype before the season, and he didn’t seem to live up to it. To be fair, he did finish the season well, but he was inconsistent. He also did not have an open court to play under in the halfcourt (a Sean Miller special) and thrived in that type of environment, mostly in transition. He’s a fantastic passer who looks to throw the ball up the floor in transition and is unafraid to let it fly before the defense is set. Creating his own shot proved to be too daunting a task at times, however, and that led to both he and Arizona’s inconsistency (again, coaching didn’t do him many favors though). Mannion is and can be a good player in the league, but I’m not sure we’ll see the star he was hyped to be before heading to Tuscon.

Cassius Winston PG Michigan State: More on the Spartan floor general will come soon.

Patrick Williams SF/PF Florida State: A deeper dive on the other wing from Florida State will arrive soon.

Tre Jones PG Duke: The problem with Tre Jones during his freshman year at Durham was his shooting ability. He shot 26.2% from deep that year, but things changed fairly drastically this go-around. He bumped his three-point percentage up to 36.1% while holding his water from the free-throw line. It’s easy to compare him to his brother Tyus, but it also holds weight with Tre’s ability to defend. If his shooting holds true, I don’t see how he couldn’t produce and follow the same trajectory as his brother in the NBA.

Jahm’ius Ramsey SG Texas Tech: Youth is the rage when it comes to the NBA draft, and Ramsey has a lot of it, as he won’t turn 19 until June. When it comes to youth, Ramsey showed it for stretches at Texas Tech, sometimes losing track of his man defensively or driving with reckless abandon into traffic (an unfinished handle to blame for some of that). Working in Ramsey’s favor, however, is the fact he hit 60 of 141 threes, not all of the catch-and-shoot variety, with some tough contested looks like this one sprinkled in between. However, I’m not sure his shot is as potent as his three-point percentage suggests, as his line-drive release and free-throw percentage (64.1%) strays from his percentage from deep, but shooting well from deep surely can’t hurt Ramsey’s chances. I wouldn’t count on Ramsey becoming a plus creator with the ball in his hands as his handle needs more polish to tap more into that area of his game, but he has given glimpses he can do so in spurts. Maybe Ramsey could step into a rotation with his effort level, but his best-case situation would be going to a team touted for its development prowess in the first round to give some reps and experience before throwing him to the NBA fire.

Sleepers:

Immanuel Quickley SG Kentucky: More on the Kentucky guard will arrive shortly.

Mason Jones SG/SF Arkansas: More about the Arkansas guard will come soon.

Desmond Bane PG/SG TCU: Desmond Bane should be getting more love than he’s getting. He can reliably play both guard spots with his ability to cut and move without the ball and space the floor (he’s a career 43% shooter from distance from well over 500 attempts throughout his four seasons at TCU) and create offense for himself or for others with the ball in his hands. Not only does he have the game to toggle between either guard spot, but at 6’6” 215 pounds, he possesses the size to switch across the floor and make difficult for anybody he’s guarding. He isn’t quite the conductor that fellow senior draft-eligible prospect Cassius Winston is, but the difference between the two is negligible. Bane could end up being an absolute steal if he were to fall in the second round, which, quite frankly, shouldn’t happen.

Elijah Hughes SF Syracuse: For those eager to read more on the Syracuse wing, it will drop shortly.

Isaiah Joe SG Arkansas: Isaiah Joe is a bit of an enigma. A knee injury really bothered him over the second half of the season and the construction of his team forced him to almost exclusively shoot threes, hurting his percentage from the field (36.7%). His form is still splendid, however, and the release is quick enough to get shots off when others can’t. He can get his own shot off the bounce with a step-back and is a nice passer in space, but struggled to finish through contact. He did embrace on the defensive side, however, routinely stepping up to take charges. I think it would do Joe good to come back and get stronger, but his shooting should keep him in the NBA for a long time in a time where everyone is looking for guys who can shoot from beyond the three-point line.

Payton Pritchard PG/SG Oregon: Pritchard reminds me a lot of Fred Vanvleet. He’s tough, tenacious, will get after it defensively, and will not go down without a fight. Both possess handles good enough to get them where they want to go along with their strength to bruise through defenders. Get a big man on a switch and Pritchard can handle them no problem and bury shots from distance. Teams need reliable guards off the bench, and Pritchard has proven he can be that for whoever drafts him, whether through his stellar play in the Pac-12 tournament last season or stepping his game up again this season, averaging over 20 points a night with 46.8/41.5/82.1 shooting splits. He won’t go high, but I feel fairly certain he’s going to stick in the NBA for a long time. 

Nick Richards C Kentucky: John Calipari doesn’t do a whole lot of three-and-dones, but the payoff for Richards finally came through this season. Even at the beginning of the year against Michigan State and Evansville, he sort of got pushed around, but that changed during the course of the season. He’s athletic, can move up and down the floor, is a lob threat, can operate out of the post, and showed good verticality in the paint defensively. He has glue for hands, catching nearly every pass that came to his direction, even in tight corridors. As the center position continues to be an area where value is found, Richards can be a value for teams in the second round. 

Jalen Smith C Maryland and Xavier Tillman C Michigan State: I’m lumping these two together because both Smith and Tillman seem like good archetypes for the modern big man. Defend the rim, switch on the perimeter, roll to the rim, hit the occasional three (Smith shot 36.8% on 2.8 attempts this season), and rebound. Smith likes to slip screens and is a threat to score both rolling to the rim or hit catch-and-shoot threes. Smith showed flashes of making the right reads on the move as well when rolling to the rim but would force passes that weren’t there, in part leading to his paltry near 0.5 assist/turnover ratio, but that can improve. Tillman can make the same passes when rolling to the rim as well and is a solid, but not as explosive compared to Smith, finisher in his own right. While he isn’t quite the shooter Smith is, his 3 assists per game are more than quadruple Smith’s on about the same number of turnovers. For a team that needs help in its frontcourt defensively, Smith or Tillman would make for a more than fine selection in the late first or early second round.

Markus Howard PG Marquette: I watched his game against USC and was quickly reminded: this guy can get buckets. Now, I’m not sure what else he does, but he can score and is one of the better shooters in the draft. If you need a Quinn Cook on your bench who can come in and flip a game or two with three quick threes, then this is the guy for you late in the draft.

Ashton Hagans PG Kentucky: Hagans is the polar opposite of what Howard is. He’s not as renowned a shooter, but he is a hound defensively and is a physical finisher at the rim. He’s quick and really fast with the ball in his hands and knows how to run a team. The league is falling out of favor for guys who aren’t shooters, but his defense and savvy should be enough to, at the very least, get Hagans on an NBA bench somewhere, especially if there are teams out there who believe they can develop that jumper.

Kaleb Wesson C Ohio State & Vernon Carey Jr. C Duke: Wesson and Carey are the archetype centers that are falling out of favor in the NBA. While they have defensive limitations on the perimeter, both Wesson and Carey are skilled passers who can match both low-post brute force with three-point prowess (Wesson shot 38% on threes during his career at Ohio State. Carey hit the same percentage, albeit on a much smaller sample size of just 21 threes). Unfortunately, their time of conception was off a few years in terms of how the NBA values big men like them, diminishing their draft stock, but both have a shot of sticking in a rotation somewhere with their abilities to generate offense.

Skylar Mays PG/SG LSU: If you value versatility at your guard spot, Skylar Mays can be a very nice value in the draft. He boosted his efficiency up big time this year, shooting a career-high 49.1% from the field and 39.4% from three, allowing him to switch up and shift roles depending on what his team needed. He can affect the game and create offense both with and without the ball in his hands at the start of possessions. I could see him stick in the NBA for a long time.

Yves Pons SF/PF Tennessee: Pons is a monster athlete. He looks like a tight end out there. The man can actually fly. Seriously. Granted, that is against air, but that still doesn’t seem normal at all. He can get in a stance and defend guards and use his 6’6” 215-pound frame and athleticism to hang against bigger players. He even shot about 35% from three this season. It didn’t feel like Tennessee tapped into his athleticism enough, but an NBA team would be smart to and give him a chance to be a role player off the bench in the mold of a Derrick Jones Jr.

Cassius Stanley SF Duke: I’ll be honest, I didn’t think much of Stanley as an NBA prospect outside of his insane hops and wasn’t sure I’d sway off of that line of thinking. I was wrong. Going back to the hops though, the man literally has pogo-sticks for legs to fly across the hardwood, and no I’m not kidding. Get him running on the wing in transition and odds are he’ll bring the house down. Also, how’s this for an inbounds play? But, while Stanley is very much still a raw prospect, there is more than meets the eye than just aerial acrobatics. I was surprised to see he ended the season shooting 36% from deep and it bore out on the tape as he made defenses pay *enough* for making him beat them from distance. He’d use his freaky athleticism to slash to the rim and get to the free-throw line (3.6 free throw attempts per game). He’d benefit from a tighter handle and could use a better feel for the game (he nearly doubled his assist numbers with turnovers), but think he showed he *can be* more than just a dunker. He’s more than worth the shot in the second round.

Jordan Nwora SF Louisville: I wish Nwora was a little more consistent. I also wish he had more avenues towards production other than scoring. Nwora came on the scene last season with his scoring prowess and has coupled that with efficiency from deep (he shot 39% on over 450 threes during his three seasons at Louisville). Nwora’s defense and playmaking do not inspire a ton of confidence, but Nwora can serve as an instant offense energizer off the bench.

Aamir Simms PF/C Clemson: Simms’ name has not entered many NBA Draft discussions that I have heard/read, but that seems like a mistake to me. With requisite size (6’8” 240 pounds) and ample athleticism, Simms’ build suggests he is capable of handling the pounding of an NBA big man. His game does so as well. Passing is a strong suit of his game, as Simms can deliver nifty passes from all types of angles and areas along the floor. He can either finish or playmake a little in the dribble hand-off game and can also elevate in the open floor in the pick-and-roll. He’s a career 35% three-point shooter and owns essentially a neutral assist/turnover ratio (better than many other bigs in this class). He isn’t the biggest brute out there but uses every ounce of his frame to take the punishment from his opponent and hold his ground. Is Simms a star? Not exactly, but I could see him be a positive contributor off the bench and possibly work his way into being a starter a la Maxi Kleber has done with the Dallas Mavericks. Simms should not be ignored.

Kristian Doolittle SF Oklahoma: Kristian Doolittle deserves some more love, in my opinion. He’s 6’7”, 232 pounds, ideal size for the modern wing, with the versatility to guard multiple positions. Doolittle shot 37% from three during his four seasons at Norman, albeit on only 131 attempts, but still (he was solid from the free-throw line too, hitting at least 77.5% of his free-throws in three of four seasons). I see quite a bit of Dorian Finney-Smith, who has turned into quite the role player for the Dallas Mavericks, in Doolittle’s game. I could easily see Doolittle becoming a role player like Finney-Smith and becoming a very nice steal for whoever gives him a sh

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