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zepskies · 6 months

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Hey Zep!

I love your writing, especially been enjoying the Soldier Boy series stuff and the latest with Smoke Eater!

(Btw are you taking inspiration from One Chicago (Fire, PD, Med) with it? If so kudos and I love it, big fans of those series myself 😊)

Anyway! I’ve really been enjoying your works, been pouring through them and the stuff you have on AO3. I also thought your tips for writing were super helpful!

I’m back to writing myself after a long ass break, but always struggle keeping inspiration so a lot of my work sometimes goes unfinished. I’d like to ask how you keep motivated and continue a fic even if sometimes you’re not into it? Do you have any tips or tricks?

Thank you and again, love your work!

Hey there, lovely!! ❤️

Thank you so much! I'm so glad you liked Break Me Down and are enjoying Smoke Eater too! ❤️‍🔥

(Oh yes, indeed I am! 😊 I love all things Law & Order and One Chicago. I based firefighter!Dean on Lt. Matt Casey in Chicago Fire, with a little Severide flair lol.)

Thank you again for reading my work, both here and on Ao3!! I'm also glad that my writing tips have been helpful to you in any way. I came back to Tumblr and writing in general after about a year break myself, so I feel you there.

I absolutely LOVE your question though...

Because it's something I still battle with myself. I think all of us writers and artists struggle to stay motivated, no matter how much we love our craft. I do, however, have a few tips that help me immensely.

5 Tips to Stay Motivated to Write:

Be organized. Create a realistic, attainable schedule. ✍️

My brain works in checklists, bullet points, very methodical. I can't write chapter five before chapter 1. I can't write a series (even a mini series or a long one-shot) without outlining first.

So my first step is creating a schedule for myself: from sketching the premise, to bullet points/outlining, to actually sitting down to draft, to then editing. When I'm working on a series, I write the first 3 to 5 chapters before starting post it.

This means I have a head start. I commit to writing a chapter per week after that until the series is done. This give me lots of time and wiggle room for editing before posting each chapter afterwards. For example, I wrote the first 5 chapters of Smoke Eater before I started to post. I'm now in the middle of drafting Part 19 out of 20 even though I just posted Part 11.

Now, this doesn't mean I don't slack off lol. If I don't follow these steps I lose my discipline. I can get lazy. (We won't talk about And So It Goes. 😅 I've been sitting on writing the last 5 chapters for a painfully long time.)

But I have other tips that help me get my head back into the game.

2. Revisit the thing that gave you inspiration in the first place! 🍿

Rewatch, reread, revisit the episode, movie, book, story, artwork that stroked your muse and had you daydreaming and brainstorming about the WIP you're working on. That can be a good way to revitalize you when you feel your motivation lacking.

3. Create a music playlist. 🎶

I love doing this, especially for a series. I often create a playlist of songs that remind me of the setting, the characters, the romance I'm trying to create. Whether it's the words or the tone/rhythm that get me going, music inspires me greatly.

(For Break Me Down, for example, I listened to songs like "All My Living Time" by Radio Company for the vibe of the plot, and oldies like "If I Didn't Care" and "You're Getting to Be a Habit With Me" by Mel Torme for nostalgic 40s vibes/the romance.)

4. Go for a walk. ☀️

I walk for exercise, but it also gives me time to daydream and run scenes in my head while vibing to my music (sometimes looking like a crazy person as I nod and make hand motions lmao). This helps me clear my head, get some fresh air, then come back to my laptop with a little more pep in my brain, ready to write.

5. Encouragement and feedback from others. 💞

This really helps, of course. Whether it's someone you trust to read over your work, or seeing how people react to your initial chapters after you post them. Both can be very motivating to keep going, at least for me!

And I'll be transparent, I've gotten a bit fatigued while writing the back half of Smoke Eater. I have a lot going on at work and my personal life at the moment. But seeing how people have been commenting and giving feedback on each chapter -- the mystery, the connection between Dean and the reader, the various storylines happening -- it's been incredibly motivating for me to read those back and remember that people are enjoying what I'm coming up with. It helps give me the push I need to get the rough draft out.

And a rough draft doesn't have to be perfect on the first try. That's why it's rough. I call it the "throw up draft." Just get it on the page. The editing process is where I truly find the nuance in the dialogue, refine the plot, exposition, etc.

Anyway. I'm long-winded again, as usual. 😂

I hope this helps you! If you have any other writing questions just let me know. I love talking about this stuff! 💕

#ask me stuff #reader appreciation #writing is hard #writing tips #staying motivated #tips for writers #support writers #support artists #smoke eater #break me down #dean winchester #soldier boy #spn #the boys #zepskies answers

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starseneyes · 1 year

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Did you like the confession of feelings from 5.08? From Tim and Lucy?

Hey, Anon! Thanks for the message. This is a tricky one.

I tend not to post my negative thoughts much on here. Partly because I understand that so much of a show comes together because of many parties contributing to an overall whole. Showrunners. Writers. Actors. Producers. Networks. Editors. Directors. Directors of Photography. And the list goes on.

There are things that bug me sometimes about any number of areas, but I tend to keep it to myself. It doesn't seem productive to point something out on an episode that's "in the can" and mentioning it does nothing but come off as whining.

So, I'll answer this honestly because you asked directly—I liked it, but didn't love it, simply because I was confused in the middle, and that pulled me out of the moment.

I have a very hard time being "in the moment" with any television show. Let me explain why:

My mother's a hair and makeup artist in the industry. When I was a kid, I was very badly bullied by classmates, teachers, and even guidance counselors. I was slapped, kicked, tripped, punched, threatened, and had my belongings hidden, manure put in my backpack, and zero support at the school level.

My Mom's answer? She would write me a sick note and take me on set. Most of the directors were super nice, and would invite me to sit behind them at the monitors so I could watch everything.

Sometimes I helped at Craft Service. Sometimes I simply sat and watched scenes. Sometimes I was an extra. I even acted a bit way back in the day. Many of the folks would talk to me, tell me about what they did and why.

At night, my mother left her scripts out for me to collate. Sometimes, we'd get dailies or advanced copies of the episodes and I'd get to sit down and see how they compared to the script. Then compare that to the as-aired editions. I was always fascinated by the changes that came down.

I wrote my first script at 13, an episode of Star Trek: Voyager. I was complimented for the dialogue being spot-on, and to this day the biggest compliments I get are on dialogue and character. For whatever reason, that's always come easy.

I grew up in a very strange way as a set kid who also fell in love with how it all worked. I was a Film Minor in college and had a lot of fun getting blood advice from my mother (drop of blue), and I loved editing.

On top of that, one of my first jobs as a kid was doing voice replacement for Anime. And I spent about 20 years as a contract player with Studio Center doing commercials, books on tape, on-hold messages, and whatnot.

All that to say—lots of stuff stands out to me that most people don't care about a lick. I get excited by camera movements and continuity. I marvel at what we can do with drones vs having to hire a helicopter. I think about the lighting and how to motivate directionality depending on the scene.

Lucy and Tim's conversation (wow, I finally found my way back to the plot) is very them.

I've seen the shows where people have big, over-reaching confessions of their love for one another. And it fit. those. characters.

Tim and Lucy have a history of running from their feelings. For Lucy, she thought that Tim rejected her when he encouraged her to go to UC School. For Tim, he thinks that he's her greatest mistake—an almost that never should have been.

So this whole episode, Tim has been trying to encourage Lucy as a friend. He's not looking for anything. He truly is doing what he can for her, because he doesn't think she wants more. He thinks "she wants me to be her friend" and he's going to do it to his utmost.

Lucy's not even thinking about breaking up with Chris until Tim says she deserves someone who's worth the effort. That gets her brain going. Then Tim points out that Chris loves her, and she admits she doesn't love him.

"He's just not—"

You. You. We all know it's YOU. And as she's now reeling, because even if she didn't say it aloud, she thought it. "He's just not you."

And what do you do with that type of realization? That you're comparing this other guy you're actively dating to the guy beside you. So, Lucy Chen finishes out her shift, gets changed, and sets out to talk to Tim about the whole thing.

She goes into that conversation with the motivation that she wants to talk about them. But Tim's still in friend-mode, so he doesn't see the signals.

That's why it burst out of her. And I don't mind that. I don't mind it at all.

But Tim not acknowledging the change of conversational direction has always bothered me. Especially when it looks like they cut a line from him that very well may have been, "If we do this."

We skipped straight to, "No, you're right." And the first time through, I was super confused, I'll admit. The lack of acknowledgement from Tim just threw me.

There are probably a lot of people out there who weren't bothered at all. But watching Tim's body language indicate a line that was cut really confused me, and then his lack of acknowledgement of the change of direction puzzled me.

Again, you asked my thoughts directly, so I'm giving them openly. But I can hear a bunch of people rolling their eyes at me. Yes, I know I'm odd and what bothers me in a scene is odd.

Because, I don't have beef that Lucy blurted out what was really going on between them because she got impassioned by Tim's assertions about her fear and answered unthinkingly.

I think that's completely in character, especially considering her entire motivation in this scene was to feel that out with Tim. And Tim's surprise and trying to process is in-character, too, but I really missed that conversational transition the first time through. And it still stands out to me on every re-watch.

I know some people wanted a big, emotional love confession... but that's not Tim and Lucy. Neither of them is big about making speeches.

Tim talks often in two or three word sentences (see "Unless it is"). Lucy speaks rapidly, sometimes, but not in an overly elloquent fashion littered with metaphors and emotional revelations. They both tend to be fairly to-the-point in how they communicate.

If we were to get something flowery and flowy from Lucy, I'd expect it in her wedding vows, when she's had time to sit and compose something. She'll attack it like she does her UC work—thoroughly.

And Tim will find ways to show Lucy how he feels. He's more of a show guy, remember? Words aren't his forté, and if they suddenly were, it would be out of character.

Lucy speaks Tim. So, she'll know by his actions how much he loves and cherishes her.

And much as Lucy uses her words, I'd expect more pet-names and short bursts of affection (like telling him he'd do great on his first day) combined with the pranking and awkward photos that have been prevalent throughout their relationship, no matter the phase.

So, did I like the confession? Yes. It was very in-character. Did I love it? No. I had a bit of a hangup, but that's just me. I bet nobody else even noticed, or if they did, they didn't care.

I'm not here to criticize the Writers. I know the care that goes into crafting these characters and their relationships. The hours spent working together to break story, drafts, network notes, and so on. There are so many layers before we even get on-set to start shooting the darn thing.

I think a grand confession from either of them would have felt forced, heavy-handed, wildly out-of-character, and out of the character of the show as a whole. It wouldn't make sense to compromise the integrity of The Rookie for the sake of Chenford.

I do hope that answers your question (and makes a modicum of sense). It's entirely just my opinion! Everyone's mileage may vary, and that's part of what makes fandom fun. Thanks for the message!!

#Chenford #Lucy Chen #Tim Bradford #Melissa O'Neil #Eric Winter #The Rookie

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cb97percent · 3 months

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I'm back (muhahahah)

When I tell you "Wish You Would" was beautiful, I mean it. Like truly from the bottom of my heart, the ability to convey emotions through your writing is inspiring. As an avid reader, dare I say your work is better than most published books?! Like I've said this before, but if you wrote an entire book, I would read it over and over until I go blind.

I don't know how to explain it, but your writing is so captivating. I feel like I swallow everything you write like ambrosia because seriously, your writing is breathtaking. The fluidity of your writing is beautiful and if I could read it forever, I would.

Every time I read anything you write, I need to sit down with a nice cup of tea and truly focus on each word on my screen. I'm currently working on this huge thing, but when I saw that you posted, I used it as the perfect excuse to take a break.

I have no idea how you constantly outdo yourself every single time, like your ability to grow as a writer and build off of your work is truly inspiring. Like don't get me wrong, I love your old work, like truly it's amazing, but I feel like I've seen your writing grow over the past year.

I hope you have a great rest of your day and an amazing February!!! 😽

Welcome back! 😊 Pls have this complimentary pudding I prepared for your visit. I hope it helps you while working on your huge thing ^^

I completely get what you mean about my old vs. newer work. I've got to spend so much time with my earlier stuff lately, and it actually made me really happy to see how I've been improving. I'm very glad it shows on the reader side as well! Hopefully, it's resulting in better stories ^^

Thank you for being so kind, both regarding Wish You Would and my overall work. See, sending this ask may just be a gesture out of the goodness of your heart, but you have no idea what a HUGE motivation factor this is to me. On every creator's side for that matter. I'd like to take this opportunity to share some thoughts on meaningful engagement. Feel free to stop reading below this point.

TL;DR: Engaging with writers is the best thing you can do to motivate them to keep creating. If you enjoy their work, do let them know about this in whatever shape or form.

Crafting a story is a lot of work, more so if you're doing it with love. Hot take, but It's not just typing a bunch of words about how you'd like to (be) defile(d by) a certain person — there are character studies involved; there is worldbuilding; there is research you do about specific elements you'd like to incorporate... If it sounds pretentious, blame my professors. That's what they taught us.

I feel like just because the term is shortened to "fic", the work of writers in fandom spheres is... belittled? It's not taken very seriously, dare I say even ridiculed by people in the very same fandom. Yet some of the best stories I've ever read to date are penned by "fans".

I don't necessarily consider their pieces "fanfiction" because all writers do is borrow names (I believe the term is faceclaim now?). Their universes, the rules of their worlds, their characters and the backstories are unique to them. It is original work compared to, say, depicting a character in the Game of Thrones universe.

It may also be a perception issue. Especially when writers drop a chapter, we just see word counts or perceive it as "updates" on a "series", but in my opinion, legitimate books are being written here. Just as an example, Daechwita has 285 pages in physical book standards. It is a book. The Smell of Roses is a book. Super Bored is a book. So many valuable people around here have created, are creating, and hopefully will continue to create beautiful stories, but people are leaving this place.

And I'm afraid rightfully so.

As everyone would agree, readers are the main drive of a writer, and there is a reason why writers keep asking for feedback reader thoughts if they enjoyed a story, either in the reblogs or in the asks. How else will they know if someone indeed reads them? How else will they know if there is further demand for their creations? No one will be motivated to move a story forward when there is little to no visible interest. Why should they pour hours of work into something if they know it will be met with silence? Not only is it extremely discouraging, but It's quite literally a waste of time.

Yes, writing is a craft of passion, but at the end of the day, stories are meant to be read. Silent readers are straight up killing STAY ficblr. So do Tumblr users who are used to being spoonfed everything. Clicking on a link shouldn't be a reason to slash notes by 75%. Yes, that much.

At this rate, more and more people will likely private their blogs, deactivate, or completely move somewhere else where they can have a meaningful relationship with their readers. I'm sincerely hoping the readers make it a habit to come through for their favorite writers and give them a reason to (pun intended) stay.

All that is to say thank you for being amazing. Wishing you the bluest skies wherever you are☀️

#✉ skyemail #work: wish you would #conversations #q

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felassan · 1 year

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Mark Darrah's latest Mark Darrah on Games YouTube video, "Triage Games - So You Want To Start a Studio" is interesting and worth a watch.

The video description reads "So you want to start a studio? ENOUGH questions! How about some answers? Let me go through and answer the questions for myself", and contains a link to Triage Games' website.

Quote of interest from the video:

"So you wanna start a video game studio and I keep asking you all these questions. Why don't I take some of my own medicine and walk through my answers to these questions. First, a bit of a revelation. I arguably already have a video game studio, it's called Triage Games. It is a studio that exists at the moment largely to support my consulting business."

He explains that Triage Games sometimes focuses on helping out other studios, and sometimes focuses at other times on game development. It's not currently doing any game development on its own at the moment. He continues:

"Let's talk through the questions and talk through what my answers would be. Why? I left a pretty high-paying job back in 2021. Money would not be the reason for me to start a studio that would be making video games. I could in all likelihood find another Executive Producer job and go back into the industry at a AAA studio and basically go back to the job I had before. So if it was about money, this is not the way to go about it. Three years ago, four years ago, five years ago, I could certainly see spite being one of the answers that I would give for the 'why' question. I like to think that I've moved past that. Like I said, spite is an effective fuel but it burns really dirty so getting yourself off of that kind of motivation is a healthy thing to attempt to do."

[source and link to full video]

also, assuming that Mark's consulting on DA:D is via Triage Games or that Triage Games as Mark's studio reflects his strengths and what he can be hired to consult on/regarding. considering that, here's some info from Triage Games' website on some of the services it offers. presumably the stuff focused on the end of a game's dev cycle is what's relevant to what it could entail, being that DA:D hit the Alpha milestone.

"FROM STARTING GUN TO FINISH LINE [...] And the end: Triage Feedback Response Finishing

Start Strong - Set your processes and structure up to help you build the game you are trying to make - Develop a culture of "Completion Urgency" to get more done and use completion to drive quality - Craft your pitch to lean into your storytelling strengths and cover your weaknesses

Finish Stronger - Know when your feature is "Great Enough" - Reacting to external sources of feedback and integrating new ideas into your planning without destroying the plan - Prioritizing bugs, issues, features, and changes to guide your game through the final stages of development

Process - The way that you set up your team sets up the cultural norms that form of that team. How do you want your team to react and respond - Processes like the Hourglass and Dailies can help foster a culture of completion urgency. Once you start getting things more done, they will help move the entire project forward

Triage -Triage is an invaluable tool for guiding and landing a project. We can help you set that up and get you running the room like a seasoned pro - Different prioritization models and balancing bugs against features - Who should / shouldn't be in the room? - Just need someone to stamp down the chaos?

Feedback Response - Mock reviews, usability testing, focus tests, QA reports; there are lots of sources of feedback. - Whether you have a plan and want validation, or don't even know where to start, we can help! - We can synthesize the feedback from multiple sources and help you craft or refine the best path forward from where you are

Publisher Support - We help publishers too! - Whether you just want someone to take a peek, or need to restructure from the ground up - Check out that acquisition target - Help get that game that's been stuck get to the finish line"

[source]

#dragon age: dreadwolf #dragon age 4 #the dread wolf rises #da4 #dragon age #bioware #mass effect #video games #things werent super great there 3-5 years ago it sounds like #anthem was released 4 years ago #and during that time period dad has been in development #longpost #long post #hope the devs are ok and that working practises improve and so forth

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audiovisualrecall · 4 months

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- I have a ton of things that belong hanging up in my closet that constantly are a giant pile on my dresser instead. I hate having to hang clothing up. I start the pile after laundry as a 'to hang up later' and then never do it and each time I wear anything from the pile or pull something else from the closet, after its washed it ends up on the pile, too. I don't know a solution. These things can't be folded bc they get wrinkled, which they currently ARE, and now it also feels silly to hang up wrinkly clothes. I also have to keep the closet door closed when not on use for anxiety reasons, so leaving it open isn't a solution.

-I have a lot of desk drawers sitting empty and the contents and papers etc are in piles and on my desk waiting to be organized and put into drawers but idk how best to use the spaces. Also once my new bookcase is done, the smaller of my current ones will be mostly empty and still in the room (the larger one is what I'm replacing, but the books in the smaller one should also fit in the new bookcase as well) so I'll have additional *open* storage space eventually as well so brain says wait till I can have all options at the same time to organize everything....and not have to do it twice....

-stuffed toys are in a fabric box at foot of my bed, I don't want to keep them hidden away but I don't have anywhere else to put them at the moment. These are the ones I don't want Edison to snatch and drag around the house, he has an entire box of my stuffed toys and beanie babies that are his to carry around. I don't want all the toys on my bed, I have 4 small new ones stacked on my headboard and my iron man tsum on top of my art unit, and a bunch of small toys on top of my curio cabinet on the wall, and a couple scattered around other spots. I have a bunch of Big toys (like my build a bears) and more beanies in the bin and I want to put them somewhere I can see them but they won't be in the way or easily snaggable by a kitty... idk.

-breakfast bar area on main floor is messy in part due to my dried flower collections, since they're taking up horizontal space in dishes and trays. I want to see if putting them in shadow boxes instead will help but haven't bought the boxes yet bc ?????

- spare bedroom/steph's room/guest room is also partly an arts space, craft storage space, and also my etsy business storage. Also materials for other projects as well are in there. But it's also a mess, like half of it is organized and I don't like being upstairs when no one is home and if people are home I'd rather be around them anyway so I don't really work in that room at all, especially since my old easel started failing. I just go in, grab what I need, and go back downstairs to work on art stuff at the dining room table. I Should use the spare room more at least for some projects but idk. Between anxiety and not being sure how to make the space work for my needs, I'm not able to atm.

-need to finish illustrating steph's book already its been ages and I meant to have it done by their wedding and I didn't, and I haven't worked on it in months now. And things are only going to become more stressful with work and current health insurance ending at the end of feb and everything else the next few months. It's hard to find motivation and time to be creative. If I set up at the table with my laptop and tablet today, I'll have to put it away again by this evening bc we do dinner at the table for friday nights. And the setup is bulky which is fine but annoying to have to move around and stuff.

-if I can clear the breakfast bar maybe I can use that space for some projects at least

-theres a lot of 'maybe useful' stuff all over the dining room table as well that I can't decide about and so it continues sitting and messy. I don't know what to do with it even if I keep it. I reorganized my supply drawers and storage and art cart but still no solution to a lot of stuff

-since I mostly work on the table, most of my supplies I need for projects are nearby, which is convenient and means I'll actually use them, rather than forgetting they exist, but also despite neutering and organizing I feel like it's messy bc it's not supposed to be an art studio. Idk a solution.

- I bought an accordion folder for some work related stuff I wanted to put away but I put it in a box temporarily and now I'm not sure I need to keep it all after all but I don't want to have to go thru it but I can't rlly put it in the folder without going thru it anyway. So I'm stuck there too.

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hearns · 5 months

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Update on my writing

Well, I got another badge of honor today in my course to become a published author (i.e., a rejection letter from a publisher). They acknowledged that I am a good writer and I have significant writing skills, but my material is not what they are looking for as of right now for their marketing strategy. They encouraged me to keep submitting my work to other publishers who may have a better fit for my unique style and content. I appreciate their feedback and will continue to persevere in my journey towards becoming a published author, knowing that each rejection brings me one step closer to finding the perfect match for my writing.

Out of 10 publishers so far, I have gotten 4 rejections. And it takes about 10 publishers to get the one that will take your work and publish it. I remain determined to find the right publisher for my writing.

I guess it's all part of the journey. Receiving this rejection letter only motivates me to keep pushing forward and finding the right publisher who appreciates my unique style and story. I am determined to keep pursuing my dream of becoming a published author.

Fortunately, I have a friend who I helped edit and format for publication and who is one of my recommendations. By lending my expertise, I was able to help them bring their work to publication. Having a recommendation from someone I previously assisted in the publishing process is reassuring and validates the potential of my writing. It's reassuring to know that there are people in the industry who believe in my potential and are willing to vouch for me. I am determined to continue honing my craft and seeking out opportunities that align with my writing style and vision.

Right now, I am looking for the right publisher to publish my book. So, I am sending this post off to see if I can get someone who knows the genre far better than I am to help me out in finding a publisher who will be interested in my work.

Hopefully it will find the right pair of eyeballs to help me find the publisher that fits this book's genre and style, and I can go to print. I am confident that, with the right support, my book will find success in the publishing world.

Though I am still in the game, I might as well hype up my book to see if anyone is interested in my Sword and Spaceship style of book. The Sword and Spaceship genre of Science fiction has been showing up now and then in the SF literary community, but I have been trying to find the right publishing house to release the book. Even reviewing their current lists of upcoming releases on the various publisher webpages, I do not know what they currently have in the pipeline that they haven't posted online.

I wrote a book that has a unique and exciting blend of action, adventure, and science fiction elements. There is a lot of this Star Wars stuff floating around, but no one has really tapped into bringing back that early feel of the Barsoom Books by Edgar Rice Burroghs and the pulp science fiction of the early 20th century. I believe that my story has the potential to capture that same sense of nostalgia and excitement that the readers of those books loved as they were growing up. With the recent success of Dune on the Big Screen, Dune was the last real book that created a vibrant world of politics behind the scenes of the sword duels. You had the epic battles, but also the mechanics of what was going on behind the scenes. The drama that happened with the characters and their motivations was incredibly captivating.

I believe that my unique blend of sword-fighting and futuristic elements will captivate readers who enjoy both fantasy and science fiction genres. With its thrilling plot and well-developed characters, my book has the potential to become a standout addition to the literary world. I am excited to share my work with publishers who appreciate innovative storytelling and are open to taking risks with new voices in the industry. The Sword and Spaceship genre has had a few good stories pop up over the years, but right now, if you were to search for those titles, you would find a limited selection of books and authors (272 novels on Amazon so far with those specific words as a search criteria). However, there are still many untapped opportunities for new and exciting stories in this genre, as the books that make up the rest have strong reviews of 3 1/2 stars and up. This suggests that there is still room for growth and innovation in this genre.

Let me know what you think of the description below so that I can get some feedback to see where I can better target this book and reach my target audience. I am looking for some feedback on what experiences my fellow writers and authors have gone through in their journey towards publication. I would love to hear about their struggles and successes in the publishing industry. If they have any insights from any publishers that would be open to taking a look at my book, I would be happy to send them the information on it.

Furthermore, if anyone is part of or aware of communities or forums that focus on the Sword and Spaceship genre, where I can potentially connect with like-minded individuals, I would be grateful for that. I would like to see what type of marketing they used to get their books out to a wider audience. There is only so much that reading "Marketing Your Book on Amazon" can get you before you need to start thinking outside the box and exploring other marketing strategies. I have subscribed to several Science Fiction groups online and have been actively participating in their discussions and sharing my knowledge and expertise. But right now, I feel like I have been beating my head against the wall to find the right publisher. I am eager to find a publisher who will appreciate my work and help me reach a wider audience. I have been working with various marketing strategies to promote my book and increase its visibility. I have a good following online, but I do not know if it is because of the posts that I make or the quality of my content.

That is the clencher of things. I have been getting people's attention and engagement, but I need to know if it is truly making a difference in the long run.

I believe that exploring these alternative marketing strategies could be beneficial for my own book promotion efforts before I start looking for an agent to help me out. I have found a niche with my writing, but I am not sure what course to take for my next few moves in the publication process.

But agents cost money, and I am a bit cash strapped at this time, so any help in finding some publishers that are taking unagented submissions would be a plus. I would greatly appreciate any guidance or resources you can provide in this regard.

Well, now I move on to give you the synopsis of my book. Let me know what you think of it. I might need to expand it or change it up so that it sounds better for a wider audience.

Book Synopsis: "Gladiators of Internium: Realm of Stolen Memories" is a science fiction and fantasy fusion novel set in the World of Internium. Libra, a shape-shifting explorer, lives a quiet life of farming after living on ancient Earth for centuries. When her friend, the Gladiator King Spartacus, returns with amnesia, Libra is thrust into a world of political intrigue, dangerous challenges, and profound themes of identity, family, love, and sacrifice. The novel transcends traditional genres, presenting a rollercoaster of emotions with its diverse cast of characters.

Here is getting folks attention and maybe a chance at publication. The story has the potential to captivate readers and leave a lasting impression.

As my friend Ollie says, "I need to get it released so that I can hold a publication party saying that I got it out." But there is more to that. I feel like I am succumbing to the headaches that force some authors to self-publish and avoid the traditional publishing process altogether because of market forces or not finding the right publisher that will take their work.

I am a good writer. I have a unique voice and perspective that deserve to be heard.

But is there anyone listening to that voice? Will my words be lost in the noise of the industry? Or will someone find my voice and give it the platform it deserves?

If you are listening, help me out here.

Shannon Gregory Hearn Author of "Gladiators of Internium: Realm of Stolen Memories"

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truckreincarnation · 7 months

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No Fucking Shot | Shinjuku | Trial 2.3 | RE: Perry Accident Theory, Frank, Bian | ATTN: Avery

…..

I’m sorry, what the FUCK was that?

In the midst of backing up Nao, as well as trying to ask Frank about his own alibi, Shin had been back to trying to think about the case. Okay, god, all of this is so confusing, and with each added argument, Shin continues to grow more and more lost. However, as Avery suggests… THAT about Perry, as well as Theophania and Manami backing them up, the mercenary just completely stops in his tracks.

Are… are they fucking serious?

Blink. Blink. “....no fucking way.”

Shin’s voice is even lower than before, almost pissed at that assumption. There, he takes a deep breath, before shaking his head. “Sorry- I’m not going to yell or start lashing out but no. Perry did not do this to herself on accident.” He glances to Harriet, giving her a nod, before looking back at the group.

“Two things that make me think otherwise. One, her hands. Yes, they are bloody and cut on the fingers, but not the palms. The palms only have scrapes, which most likely came from falling out of the tree, and the blood most likely came from her holding her wounds. If she messed with the crystal-bomb, wouldn’t her hands have looked worse, especially if she suddenly dropped it?”

(CW IMPALEMENT)

“Second, the shards. If she dropped it, wouldn’t the shards of the crystal-bomb be all over her body? They’re all condensed to her torso, with pieces going straight through, almost like that part of the body was explicitly targeted. If she would have been in a delirious state and dropped it, there would have been shards elsewhere in her body.”

(CW END)

“So no, this wasn’t some sort of accident. Even if Avery only told Perry about it and saw them get injured- which dude, hope you’re fine- someone could have grabbed it for other means, without knowing the actual purpose of the crystal-bomb.”

All these considerations of Perry being the clueless one, and none of the killer. God, they’re lucky he’s holding back. He would have tore into all of them at this very moment, but there are more important things than showing rage. That, however, can come once Perry’s killer is found.

He knows what a malicious accident is like.

Rather than yelling, his brows furrowed some more, before he speaks sternly. Harshly.

“Someone killed Perry, and I am staying by that thought. If it was an accident, would this even be going on right now. Someone has to have done it. And I swear to fucking god, if you all let a killer get away because you hold faith in a stupid self-done accident, then I will never follow through with any of what you all say.”

Take another deep breath. There, Shin quietly looks at Frank, his angry expression faltering slightly. “For the love of god, it better not be you. I don’t know if I can trust you quite yet, but I want to since I like you. I imagine you get it, I just can’t yet.”

He sighs. “Look, things line up too well. I just want to consider a couple more things with all of this before I hit my conclusion. First, the motive. Would someone have a reason to act, either to free themself or fearing something possibly upcoming to affect them? I know we touched base on it for a second but still, something to still keep in mind.”

There, he looks at Avery. “Second, yo Avery. I know Theophania asked about more stuff with the bomb, but can I ask. When Frank was working, did you possibly look at his gloves at all? Did they seem in this condition before or not. If not or you don’t know, it’s fine, just something to consider.”

He runs his hand through his hair. “Too much shit lines up. The gloves, the fact he’s on the second floor, the fact he was in the craft room earlier, the pin-point accuracy of a throw. God, Frank, I hate to fucking do this. I just need more convincing, and you can give me hell when I’m wrong. I’ll back up Bian, what’s up with the microphone, and then everything else can go into place.”

#ch2 #trial2 #Shinjuku #submission

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oftarotandnoodledragons · 1 year

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Sixty-Seven: King of Pentacles

Many a man acquires a fortune by doing his business thoroughly, while his neighbour remains poor for life, because he only half does it. Ambition, energy, industry, perseverance, are indispensable requisites for success in business. -P.T. Barnum, The Art of Money-Getting

Okay, so there's been a bit of a stall in getting these posts out. As much as I wanted to jump on this card and get its analysis written, I felt I needed to wait for something to at least start to resolve in regards to it. That, and maybe part of it is trepidation in regards to the other cards still remaining in the deck... I mean, the Fives of Pentacles and Cups, and the Tower are definitely ones I'm not looking forward to; but, still I press on in the faith that the pre-interpretation I'm giving them is not the energy I expect.

The final King shows his face, and one I was looking forward to not only because it's the King of a suit I like, but also because he had not yet been written down in my book. With this, my Court of Pentacles is complete (all Courts except the Swords now) and perhaps I can see the progression up and down the chain between them. I have to admit that I don't feel like I can get a good write-up going here like I did for the King of Swords; that one was more intellectual, after all, whereas this one is way more worldly, but by no means simple. Being a Court card...well, let's template it up in here again since that seems to be a good way to address it.

Going through associative elementology, here we have the "Fire of Earth". As usual, Bunning says to be "inspired", like all the other Kings and Queens; but with the latter where she says to "consider", the Kings are all about taking actions. So, Pentacle Kingly things include stuff like keeping commitments, fixing what's broken, making money, sponsoring new enterprises, and so on. This is a continuation of what Thirteen calls a motivation or energy to do things like starting new businesses, crafting or building, saving money, restoring health, while Esselmont says it signifies attracting and managing wealth, making wise investments, and the final fulfillment of a creative venture or investment with the ability to enjoy and share its bounty. Very well, this is all about the things of the worldly and being proactive in making things real; but not just that. It's being a force to share it to others. A King motivates, after all – the Fire bit means it's the spirit of the suit, the fuel in the furnace. So how does that get to me now?Well, a key to unlocking it is what Bunning says are the card's themes: being "enterprising", "adept", "reliable", "supporting" and "steady". I was inspired by this card and I've kept these ideas in my head; I believe it is starting to pay dividends, and I'll discuss that later.

As usual, a King can represent someone. I don't recall if I mentioned it off-hand, but it seems that Waite himself – he who unlocked much of the modern interpretations of the Tarot – was the one who suggested the whole hair colour and complexion thing. Really? Of all people? He also suggests pulling a card from the court to signify the querent and then working the reading around it. No, this is not something I want to do either: it's the message of the card that's more important, made so through the significance of being drawn from the deck. I refuse to pigeonhole people this way.

That was an unexpected little rant; back on track. A King can represent someone and I'm feeling like I'm surrounded by these Kings – more on that later. Thirteen calls the King of Pentacles "The Old Farmer". It's a bit of a strange title, but my mentors add on lots of descriptors to help unpick that; yet I've woven them together so tightly that I'm not going to bother unpiecing them to individually cite my sources: just keep in mind Bunning's themes here. They say the King of Pentacles does not like to stand out lest they're embarrassed, does not wish to fix what's not broken, has a conservative (small c) nature and takes tried and true approaches – not an innovator, and may appear cold and aloof. Additionally, they may be spendthrift on things that give them status but cuts corners on some other resources. But all of that belies reliability and dependability, a steady and even temperament, an incredibly kind and loyal nature, help freely given without beholding, provides for those they care for even sacrificially, and gives time and resources freely in the knowledge that giving more gives one more in return. Additionally, they're a King Midas type, through finding opportunity everywhere, and draws on a wide array of practical skills and knowledge. Really, they're a competent jack-of-all-trades.

And then Fairchild says, "Stop trying to be a jack-of-all-trades. Specialize". Excuse me? Dennis? That's so against the grain of everything else. I don't get this man's thinking sometimes, and an example like this is why I feel like you can't just pick up the Tarot Nova – or any one style of deck with pre-written advice from one source – and expect a good picture of Tarot. Heck, I sensed this and nine years later, here we are. I guess what Fairchild is actually trying to say is to moderate one's King of Pentacles' energy. "Strong sensual and physical desires" and self-discipline interfering with "personal happiness and fulfillment" are his other diagnoses. To this we add Paschkis's depiction, and like the King it isn't very innovative: it basically takes Pamela Colman Smith's depiction and combines the background buildings into being part of the very throne.

It feels strange after having so many Reversed cards lately to have to take an aside to discuss that aspect, but I feel it would be remiss if I did not do so. So, let's start with the obvious personal depiction via Thirteen: the normally staid King becomes stifling, too afraid of change, too miserly, yet maybe not above cheating others: expects the best from them but not above letting them have the worst. And then we have Esselmont: feelings of being in a rut, an unhealthy relationship with money through being too frivolous or too much of a workaholic, or of kowtowing to those above while being dismissive of those below. Fairchild suggests feelings of extreme sensitivity, or of being afraid of competition and growth.

I've lingered in the land of the Upright King of Pentacles for a while because I've needed to, not just from a preparatory standpoint as I come to the final eleven cards, but because, as I said, I've needed to focus on these energies. Being enterprising, adept, reliable, supporting and steady is a mantra I need to take with me. Why? The whole mention of promotion at work is starting to bear fruit. The King of Pentacles is not just someone who is that jack-of-all-trades, but someone who people look up to, who manages, who (as Thirteen says) got into their position through hard work. Yes, the promotion is to junior management, along with comprehensive training and support. People are looking up to me and looking at me to head into that aspect, and the way to prove I'm a good fit and the way through? Being like the King of Pentacles, because those who hold the keys are Kings of Pentacles in their own right. I've been signed off at the highest level just within the store I work at, but corporate needs to see my potential. The ball's in their court. I feel like my career right now is like a boat, and we're taking it to the parking lot where the ramp into the water is: there, before it sets sail, it needs to be checked that it can sail. I need to remain enterprising, adept, reliable, supporting and steady, because if I can prove I'm able to manage my boat, once it's out on the water if I'm not like the King of Pentacles then my boat could end up on the rocks. I need to at least know how to keep the boat afloat before I can be taught how to sail.

Enterprising. Adept. Reliable. Supporting. Steady.

In other news, I may have found the deck for divining with others, but I'm going to hold off from purchasing it just yet: it is my reward for completing this journey. And continue it shall, with the Ten of Pentacles Reversed. A little blow to my ego, perhaps, but I hope nothing untoward...

#king of pentacles

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babydaddyleorio · 3 years

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Skating at ‘S’

context: How your boyfriend would teach/train you for your ‘S’ tournament.

Reki

-Reki would teach you how to skate for S in the same sense that he taught Langa how to. He would demonstrate moves for you and then allow you to take the floor and try It yourself.

-Of course you end up falling and busting your ass quite often, but Reki will still cheer you on and encourage you to keep going from the sidelines.

-Reki will spend all night crafting a skateboard that he thinks would be comfortable for you to ride on. He designs It with things that he knows that you like and really puts his whole heart into making It as special as possible since It’s for you.

-During your training sessions, he would search up skating videos that he believes are really good and will pull you close so you can see them. The both of you stare at the screen with sparkles in your eyes as you see a person perform a cool trick and you would be so inspired that you’d have to give it a go yourself.

-Reki would also take you to an S race so you can see firsthand how the skating world operates. At first you think that It’s insane and you kind of regret getting yourself into this, but when you see Reki fly past you with his face focused and determined, your heart would start racing in excitement and for a split second you think that skating against someone wouldn’t be as bad as you thought.

-Reki can not wait to show you tricks that he’s been practicing over the years. He shows you how to Kickflip and Ollie, and the ginormous smile on his face as he’s teaching you let’s you see that skating is something he really loves.

-Everyday with Reki is something to look forward to and you appreciate how much he’s been preparing you. He waits for you at the park as he looks down at his phone, but the minute he sees you his whole body perks up. He’d give you a high five and the both of you would drop your skateboards, riding to the secret hideout with him reassuring you that you’ll do great in your race.

Langa

-Langa is a good skater, but his teaching could use a bit of work.

-Langa would recognize that he probably isn’t the best person to be assigned the role of a coach, so he would recommend Reki to help you, but you would insist that it’s him that teaches you.

-He’s super flattered that you want him to help you skate and would finally agree with a small smile now on his face.

-However, by the first day of practice you realize that Langa is absolutely terrible at explaining things.

-Langa’s teaching methods tend to intersect with how he would snowboard. He will constantly slip up and use snowboarding lingo or skate as If he’s on top of snow, and he would have to remind himself to teach in a way that you would understand.

-He would try to demonstrate a move for you once he sees that you’re still not getting it, but the board would end up sliding just as he steps on It, and he’d fall flat on his face.

-Yeah, you always have the first-aid on deck whenever you’re around Langa.

-But Langa insists that despite how bad he is at teaching, skating at S is the most exhilarating thing he’s done. He would tell you about how he’s won most of his races, and at first you would be a bit skeptical since he can barely stand on his board without hurting himself.

-It wouldn’t be until you saw him in action at S that you would finally see just how graceful and how much of a fast learner he truly is. You were inspired and you made a goal to be just like Langa when competing in your S race.

-You would then try to mimic his moves during practice one day and Langa would be so surprised to see you actually getting the hang of it. He would start clapping and shouting loudly for you to keep going because you honestly looked amazing.

-Once you finished your performance, you would stop right in front of Langa and the two of you dap each other with large smiles because you knew that you had this race in the bag.

Cherry

-First, what were you thinking? And second, why ask him of all people?

-Cherry would at first decline teaching you because he honestly had better things to do, but he would eventually give in when you hit him with the puppy eyes.

-He has such a soft spot for you and it irritates him so much that you have him wrapped around your finger.

-Cherry would be a very strict and punctual teacher, one who will immediately point out your flaws and give you precise advice on how to fix them. This is S we’re talking about so there is no room for mistakes.

-You guys would be on a schedule, most likely training in the morning and the afternoons.

-Cherry would be somewhere in the shade, sipping from his drink calmly as you’re literally screaming at the top of your lungs as you zoom down the hill on your skateboard.

-Cherry would peak over his sunglasses at your body that was now stuck in a bush, but once he saw your legs slightly twitch, he’d come to the conclusion that you were okay although you clearly weren’t.

-He would get you your own technology based skateboard and you would be blown away at all the cool stuff It can do as you ride It. With this, he also gives you a digital layout of the obstacle courses so you know what to expect when it’s time to compete.

-Cherry would definitely be surprised when he comes out to your usual spot early one morning just to see you already practicing. You would have your balance down, be able to dodge obstacles, and be able to control your speed.

-You looked like a full fledged pro to say the least.

-Cherry would give you a half smirk as he stood and watched you, hiding It behind his fan.

-He was beyond impressed and would be slightly convinced that you could actually have a shot at winning your match.

Joe

-Joe is super chill when he’s teaching you how to skate for S.

-He will help you get on the board and hold on to your body as he slowly guides you, slyly releasing you from his embrace once he’s figured you got the hang of it.

-He would keep quiet when he’s watching you, but once he sees that you’re really struggling, he will eventually tell you what your problem is and offer some advice.

-Definitely the type to close his eyes with his hands behind his head, trying not to laugh as he hears the curses and shouts come from your mouth as you continuously fail.

-It reminds him of the time when he first entered a S match and how hard he worked himself to win.

-However, the minute you say that you want to give up, he would sit down next to you and give you words of encouragement. He’ll probably even show you a video that he sneakily took of you and would rave about how great your skills were improving, even If you couldn’t really see the difference.

-If you still needed motivation, he would lazily get up from his spot and show you how it's done. You would be blown away by how effortlessly he skates, as well as how he’s not afraid to take chances.

-You would also roll your eyes because that man is such a show off. His shirt just had to come off, huh?

-You would eventually get the hang of It and Joe would notice almost instantly. He’s very proud of you and would mutter something under his breath like “I knew you could do It.”

-After you finish skating, he takes you to his restaurant and cooks you a big meal. He’ll be laughing loudly as he tells you how great you’ll do at S tomorrow, plopping some spaghetti in his mouth as he cheeses at you.

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ghoste-catte · 3 years

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I was curious what advice would you give to someone new to writing fics? I've been wanting to get back into it but haven't seriously written something since high school. I hope this isn't an annoying question or anything!

Not an annoying question at all! I'm just a little worried that I won't have terribly good or useful advice. To be honest, I also sort of stopped writing in earnest right as I finished high school, and didn't pick it back up until my late 20s. It's certainly an adjustment! But I think the few things that really helped me get back into writing fic as a hobby and something I spend quite a bit of time on would be:

Write for yourself first, then find your other motivations. My original inspiration in getting back into fic writing was that there just were not that many fics I liked for my favorite pairing, and I wanted more of them, and I especially wanted more with the tropes and characterizations I wanted to see. I think at the very core of anything you need that internal spark that drives you. At the same time, for me at least, if I just relied on my own drive, I would not get much done; I need some external guardrails. So having people send prompts, or writing for particular events, or writing stuff for friends really helps me to get my ass in gear and finish stuff. That may not be the perfect motivator for you, and that's fine! You just gotta figure out what is.

Be open to inspiration. Anything and everything can be spun out into a story with the right tweaking. Obviously stuff like music is a classic inspiration source, but I've also pulled ideas from poetry, from memes, from Reddit threads, from YouTube videos, from rambling conversations on Discord and from real life to make fics out of. So many times, someone will post a silly Twitter screencap, and I'll think, There's a fic in this. And a lot of the time, there is! Research is a wonderful thing, but so is serendipity. If you're out there actively looking for ideas, eventually one that you like will stumble past you.

Find your community. I can genuinely say I never would have finished more than one fic if I didn't have fandom friends to talk to about even stupid headcanons, to bounce ideas off of, and to encourage me (and to encourage them in turn!). Discord has been a godsend, and some of my closest online friends are people I met in the GaaLee discord server. As I've gotten more comfortable as a writer, I've also joined general writing servers and Reddit communities and have found them immensely helpful on both a motivational level (bingos, sprints, owe-me challenges) and on a craft level (plot workshopping and writing ethics and live grammar help). It's a lot easier to think about fic ideas and hash through problem moments when I have a constant stream of fandom-related chatter coming from the little people who live in my phone! Ao3 is an amazing website, and it's great as, well, an archive, but it isn't social media by design. If you want conversation and human connection and cheerleading, you've gotta forge out and find it.

Make it a habit ... If you want to produce anything longer than a couple hundred words, you really have to set aside time for it. And writing is just like knitting or dirt biking or painting little model figurines: the more you do it, the more easily it comes. When I was first getting back into the proper swing of things, I committed myself to 30 minutes of writing per week. Just 30 minutes. I didn't even hit that goal every week, but there were tons of weeks I got on a roll and went over that amount, and by the end of the year I'd written over 200,000 words. I used to spend an hour laboriously tip-tapping out 200 words, but now I can easily blow through 1k in a 50 minute sprint. It's all about training that muscle.

... But don't make it a chore. With fanfic, you aren't doing this as a job, and you aren't ultimately doing it for anyone other than you. That means you can take breaks when you need them, you can set deadlines and then fail to meet them, you can write stuff and then decide to never post it. When you start getting burnt out, when the practice loses the joy and energy, stop. There's no 'hustle' here. In our capitalist society we're so trained to push past our limits and keep going even when it hurts us, but the hobby you do for connection and relaxation and whatever else shouldn't be like that.

Ignore metrics. Sometimes stuff isn't gonna get hits, or kudos, or comments. There are some basic 'rules' as to the stuff that does and doesn't get traction, but every time you post something it's a roll of the dice. If you're focused on watching that kudos counter tick up, you will get bummed out fast. And any writer will tell you that the stuff you think is your best work will never be the stuff that gets the most accolades. So you have to find something else to give you a sense of success. For me, it's watching my wordcount go up in my stats and those occasional comments where someone has a lot to say and that one person who always leaves me a <3 emoji (and, shout out to @egregiousderp, having someone to have long one-on-one conversations with about the stuff that never made it to page).

Don't strive for perfection. It's really easy to want your first ever fic to be a complete showstopper, the best fic fandom has ever seen, hitting all the tropes and the ideas and the characterization that you just know fandom is missing and would be everyone's top favorite if only it was written. This is a trap. No one fic can be all things. Most people who want to write an epic as their very first venture will not see the end of that epic, because they haven't put in the practice hours to make something on that scale work. That's not to say you can't start out with a big, sprawling multichap, just don't expect it to be the greatest thing since sliced bread if you're just starting out, and be okay with abandoning it for greener pastures if you get to that point. Think of the first time someone makes a vase out of clay or bakes a loaf of bread. That's never their best vase or their best bread. If they keep up with it, they'll make more and better vases and loaves. Likewise, your first fic is probably not gonna be your best fic. See it for what it is: your launchpad.

You can't edit an empty page, but you can over-edit a full one. This kind of spins off of #7, but if the words aren't there, you can't fix them. Daydreams and headcanons are fantastic (and god, how many times have I wished for a speech-to-text engine that projected my falling asleep thoughts onto a Google doc for later perusal), but they aren't fic. If you want to write fic, you've gotta get comfortable with the idea of sloppy outlines and rough first drafts. You can't build a house without a frame and you can't build a man without a skeleton (I mean, you can, I guess, but he'd be one floppy man). The nice thing about fic is that it doesn't matter if that frame is structurally unsound or the skeleton has 18 too many bones, you can clean that up in the editing process. But you can't start hanging curtains and arranging furniture in something that doesn't even have walls. That's the process. But! Also know when to set down the editor's pen and say, "Okay, this is good enough for government work", and call it done. ("Done" doesn't have to mean "posted", but it does mean, "I'm done picking at this for now, and I'm gonna go write some more stuff".) Over-editing can make stuff seem laborious and forced, and it prevents you from actually improving. To continue belaboring the house metaphor, you can spend your whole life rearranging furniture in just one room, but the end result of that is a pretty narrow existence and a room with a lot of footprints and tracks in the carpet.

Write shit down. When you have ideas, jot them down--in a notebook, in a Google Doc, in the Notes app of your phone, in pen on the back of your hand. You think you will remember that brilliant line of dialogue or sparkling snippet of narration or genius plot that came to you in a dream, but you Will Not. Write it down. Write it down. Write it down! There have been so many times when a fic was completely saved by past!me having written down my shower thoughts about what happens next in the fic, that present!me had completely forgotten about and was floundering over.

Have fun with it! Try different stuff. Try stupid stuff. Try experimental stuff. Do stuff you've never done before that you aren't sure will work. It's important to get comfortable with your niche (for example, I know I'm never going to be the sort of person who writes intricate plots of intrigue or super long 100k epics or detailed battles), but you can't find that niche unless you explore lots of different niches! Figure out what you love and what you absolutely hate, and then keep doing the stuff you love.

Okay, so that was actually TEN things, but ... I hope you still found this helpful. Feel free to send another ask if any of this was confusing or unclear. Good luck with your fic writing and, if you want, send me a link to what you've written once you've written it! I'd love to read it.

#answered #anonymous #writing advice #i guess?#am i qualified to give this?#no #but im doing it anyway

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spideymarvelws · 3 years

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can you do some technoblade x teen platonic reader headcanons about techno sorta being the reader’s mentor and being one of the only people on the smp who could actually defeat technoblade in a sword fight?

behold... another main character

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Warnings : Violence, Death, Some cursing

Word Count : 4.0k

The Blade and The Survivor (1/?)

Technoblade x GN!Platonic!Teen!Reader

You’ve only ever heard the story’s of the famous blood god growing up

Your brother was the first to introduce you to the legend, the legend of a man who never died

Who’s fought battles that no person could ever dream of and walked out victorious every time

The well known anarchist who’s taken down government after government

You were hooked from the very beginning and after every tail he would tell, you would beg your brother to teach you how to fight like him

While your brother wasn’t the best, he knew his way around basic weapons from your grandfather and agreed

He would bring you out to a nearby plains biome anytime you were free and teach you all he knew

And while it wasn't much, you were grateful for every piece of information and put your all into everything he taught you

He even reenacting some fights from the stories to make it interesting for you

You would always play along, acting as the infamous blade and running around with your brother

Sometimes you would shout “blood for the blood god” while killing cows or chickens

But you refused to kill pigs.

In fact you got a pet one and named it Bladey

For your birthday your brother got you a saddle and you made a carrot on a stick using the crops he stole from the farm so you could ride it across the village

He also gifted you a wooden sword and axe while he wielded stone

for safety of course, he wasn't about to give a child stone tools

Along with a shield that had the banner of your village

But out of every weapon, you were the best with a bow

You had a natural talent for it, every arrow you ever shot always hit its target

Your brother would always ruffle your hair and compare your aim to that of the blade’s, making you beam even brighter

“Who knew we have an archer on our hands, the blade could never compare,”

But all of this was done in secret

The village you lived in was safe, small and homey

Everyone knew one another, so the possibly of someone committing crimes or turning against someone was unlikely

The villagers were peaceful with one another

And with the iron golems patrolling every corner

you loved to give them poppies from your mother’s garden as a thank you

There was no need to learn to fight when you lived in a place that never needed it

The village ran on balance, equality amongst each person so that everyone could be amongst one another in peace

Plus, at the time you were the youngest in the village, considered a baby by everyone

And while you had the kindness and curiosity to match it, there was always something missing

Training was the only thing that fulfilled it

Your brother thought that your practises would disrupt that balance so he never told anyone about your activities

And that stayed true until your last night in the village

You, your brother and bladey were making your way back to the village after a long day of training when you noticed thick, black smoke rising from where it stood

You both started walking carefully to the area, you walking behind your brother with the pig in your arms for comfort

In the distance, you noted the shadow of pillagers and iron ore scattered across the grounds

You went to scream as you got close and run to your house, but your brother slapped his hand over your mouth and pulled you with him behind a nearby tree

But one of the pillagers heard the noise of leaves rustling and began to approach the both of you.

Your brother was quick to take out his sword, pushing you behind him

“Listen to me Y/n, I want you to run okay? Run and never stop until you know you’re safe okay?”

You shook your head, “What about you? What about our parents?”

He smiled sadly, shakily ruffling your hair, “I’ll be right behind you... Now go!”

The sound of swords clashing and the screams of your brother were the last things you heard as you ran, tears falling from your face

Bladey squealed in your arms, wiggling and turning to get out of them, sensing the danger but you kept your grip tight, following your brother’s orders and running as far as pos sible

Needless to say he didn’t follow, neither did the rest of the village that was left in ashes and ruins after the attack

You couldn't find the heart to turn back, to fight along side your brother

You fled like a coward. Guilt, pain and hatred riding on your back

But you didn't give up hope, plotting revenge against the mobs who destroyed your home

Who killed your family

You walked for days, stopping at villages, trading with them and improving your supplies

And getting a lot of carrots

Your wooden swords turned into iron, along with the rest of your tools

Your leather helmet turned into a full set of iron armor

But you kept your old shield, repairing it every time it lost durability

You even crafted a crossbow that you learned was the main weapon pillagers used

You dreamed of pointing it at there neck, watching the sharp arrowhead puncture their skin and bleed out on the floor

You tended to sleep through the day and fight threw the night, taking out your anger on the mobs that spawned around the wood houses you made to keep yourself warm and isolated

Times when you weren't fighting and training, you spent in the library of any village you found, learning about anything you could

It was there you learnt about the rare ore diamonds, hidden deep in caves

You also learned about enchantments, that made your armor and weapons even stronger

Soon enough you were geared up with full diamond armor and a set of diamond tools

But it was never enough, you always needed more

So you went to nether after repairing a ruined portal you came across

And began exploring

Gathered potions

All the materials you could find

Along with netherite

And fighting every mob you happened to pass by except piglins

For such a young age, you were stacked, maxed out to the point of boredom that you couldn't go further

Even Bladey had his own turtle shell, adjusted slightly to fit his head and allow him sight

You often wondered if this was what it was like to feel like technoblade

And throughout your journeys, you kept the stories your brother told you by heart, learning as much as you could about The Blade

You followed in his footsteps, using his successes as even more motivation to continue on your quest

And ready to finally get your revenge

It was easy to take down the pillage post, taking the banner and making your own shield that you kept as a trophy in your inventory as a reminder of what you lost

But it wasn’t enough, the loss of your family laid heavy and your heart

So you started protecting the villages you visited in exchange for lower prices in trades

You believed that was your purpose now, you had nothing else to do but fight for the people who couldn't fight for themselves

You wanted to help in ways that you couldn't all those years ago

You would wear a black cloak over your armor, the hood covering your head and a mask concealing your face

You couldn't imagine wearing a skull mask, even if it was for the aesthetic

You looked like death itself

Death with a cute pig side kick

Soon enough, word got around of a teenage warrior roaming the lands labelled ‘The Survivor’, catching the attention of Wilbur and Tommy who had just been exiled from L’manburg

“Why would we need them if we already have techno on our side?”

“Because we need all the allies we could get Tommy, plus we don’t want Shlatt to get to them first.”

You would be passing by Pogtopia on your horse with Bladey tucked into you lap sleeping, following a map to another village that needed help when a tall man stepped in front of your path, making you halt

“Why hello there, Survivor, care for a little chat?” he said ominously, leaning against your horse

You payed no mind to him, hitting his hand of your horse, rolling your eyes and moving around him

You’ve meet people like him on your travels before, people who only needed you for your skills and selfish reasons

At least, that how he came off and you didn’t care to stay and find out if your assumptions were true

“Hey, hey, hey, look, I’m sorry if I came off so forward but- I need your help,”

That made you stop.

“Need help with what exactly?”

He went on to explain his situation about a place called L’Manburg, an evil dictator named Jshlatt and his exile along with someone named TommyInnit

At first you said no.

You were only interest in keeping your own kind safe, protected people who needed it

And from the looks of it, it seemed that the two men put themselves in there position so they should be the one to take themselves out

That and you had more pressing matters to attend to than government

“What do you need? What would you want in return?” he started to beg, walking along side your horse as you started to ride away

“I already have all I need,” you croaked

“Well that seems boring. Don’t you want a bit of adventure in your life Survivor? A little bit of flavour to spice up it up? It must be so boring just fighting the same thing over and over again, why not work for a group? A collective?”

You grew tired of his voice, letting out a deep breath you began to consider his words

As much as you didn’t want to admit, he was right

You had been travelling around the lands, going insane, doing the same thing over and over

And while it helped people, it was growing tiring

Maybe one war wouldn’t be so bad, and perhaps you would learn some new stuff along the way

And the alliance with this so called L’manburg would be good for the long run

“If I agree... would you shut up?” you finally cut off his rambling and stopping your horse

He blinked in surprise, “Wow! If i had known talking would make you cave in, I would've brought up Tommy instead.”

You sighed, “I’ll help you okay? As long as I get free access to L’manburg afterwards along with all the supplies i need,”

“Done, done and done.”

The first day wasn’t as bad as you expected it to be

Wilbur was actually pretty chill, letting you make a new home out of the ravine they stayed in

Niki was also really kind, bringing sweet treats from Manburg every time she visited

It was nice to settle for a while, you couldn't remember the last time you slept under the same roof for more that a day

Your horse, Jewel along with Bladey seemed to settle well along with you

You also met Tubbo and Tommy, a lively duo that overwhelmed you at first but there energy was nice to see in such a grey environment

What you didn’t expect was to meet him

You would be mining a small space in the ravine for yourself and your pets when you heard a monotone voice sound from behind you

“Heh?! Who’s the kid?”

You spun around, raising your sword to the intruder but froze when you noticed the familiar skull mask, along with pointy piglin ears hidden behind bright pink hair

He didn’t seem fazed by your weapon, leaning against the stone door frame with his arms crossed

“You’re- you’re him.” you muttered in awe

Before he could respond, Wilbur popped out from behind him, “Oh, yeah. That’s Y/n, Y/n, Techno. Techno, Y/n,” he nudged his side, “They’ll be helping us take back L’manburg,”

Techno only nodded, “Nice.” he tilted his head, “Aren’t you that Survivor dude? That’s pretty pog.”

Cut to you standing frozen in place, jaw dropped to the floor, eyes wide in amazement

“You- you know who I am?” you squeaked, quickly sticking your sword in the ground and leaning against the handle, stumbling slightly

An attempt to seem cool in front of your idol

An attempt that didn't really work out

He let out a hum, “Heard the name from around yeah,” he pointed to your sword, “Might not want to stab your sword in stone, It’s not that affective.”

And with that he left

Leaving you in shock

If only your brother could see you now

After that interaction, you started to follow him around like a lost puppy, watching in awe at every little thing he did

You felt like a kid again, the warmth in your chest that you lost so long ago restored because the person who tied you and your brother together was here

Because you were training and fighting along side your childhood hero

He would act annoyed at first, always shrugging you off or moving to other rooms to avoid you

You were like a parasite

He could never shake you off

He didn’t want to grow close to anyone, he was here to take down yet another corrupt government not to look after some orphan

That was Phil’s thing.

But after time he grew a liking to you, enjoying your presence while he was farming potatoes or visiting his cow farm

You acted different around him, the hard and emotionless exterior you showed to Tommy and Wilbur completely vanished and left an innocent, happy child

He always wondered why

People never did that with him

He was a feared name across the lands of the smp, everyone usually kept there distance and became extremely cautious in his presence

But you didn’t seem to get scared, in fact, you were a talker, constantly asking question after question even if he gave no response

It was nice not to be alone after so long even though he would never admit it

Even the voices started to take a liking to your bubbly and curious personality

Why is she asking the same question

Maybe you should answer her blood god

She seems nice

You really do take after your father

He saw a part of himself in you

Unlike Tommy and Wilbur, you weren’t fighting for government, you were fighting because you had nothing else to do

Because you were bored with your everyday life being, essentially, an assassin

The thought always made him chuckle

He left like he could trust you over them because your weren't driven under a government

At least that’s what he told himself

He also wanted to see why they valued your alliance so much to give up half there riches to you from L’manburg

“Duel with me.” he said to you one day, out of the blue as you both made your way across a plain biome looking to animals to kill for food

“Heh?” you said under your breath, clearing your throat while heat rose your your face at his suggestion and the noise of surprise that escaped your mouth

Techno couldn't deny that his heart warmed just a little at the small things you began to pick up from him

“Fight with me,” he drew out his sword, turning around and facing you with the weapon raised in the air, “I wanna see what you’re made of ‘Survivor’. So come on, lets fight,”

This was the first time techno actually talked to you directly, uttered words other that demands, silly excuses or grunts of acknowledgement

“I-” you let out a deep breath, shakily taking out your own sword, “Okay, okay,”

After establishing some rules, the duel began.

He let you take the first hit, barely dealing him damage but you got the second hit as well, knocking him down two hearts

He was quick to regain himself, taking three hearts with his sword and a free hit with his bow

That gave you the idea to take out your own, running a good distance away and getting three shots in

It was a close fight, you didn’t mind if you lost. Fighting Technoblade was already an honour as it was

Then you jumped of a piece of stone, landing a crit and watched his items fall to the floor

Technoblade was slain by Y/n

You let out a short breath, eyes widening in shock that you had just won

You just killed Technoblade

“I was only going easy on you- I- What enchantment do you have on your sword? You have creative mode don’t you? Yeah, you have creative mode... there’s just no way-”

You bit your lip, trying to suppress your laughs as the blood god ran over to pick up his items with a red face

“Hey! Hey don’t laugh! This isn’t a laughing matter!”

“It- it kind of is.” you said shyly, putting away your sword and eating some steak to regain the health you lost, “If it makes you feel better, I had one heart...”

“oNe hEaRt! She had one heart chat! What is this-”

His words had you rolling on the floor, wiping your eyes of the tears falling from your at how hard you were laughing

“What- What do I have to do for you to keep this between us-” he whispered after you calmed, looking around the the space, making sure it was just you and him

You shrugged, “Nothing really- I- uh, i didn’t mean to kill you... I’m sorry-”

Sorry? Who the fuck says sorry for killing someone

Who says sorry for killing him?

If anything you should be gloating, getting a billbourd and displaying the chat message for everyone to see

He’s never been gladder that nobody else was connected to the chat at the time

“I was going easy on you.”

“I- sure, sure okay...” you thought about it for a second, “If so... then why don’t you teach me the things you didn’t try? Like techniques and stuff...”

He froze at your suggestion, “You want- you want to learn from me?”

“Yeah!” you beamed, “You were... a big inspiration for me growing up and, I would love to learn from the source and not just through tails and stories.”

He thought about it for a bit, usually he would rely on his voices but they were all just insulting him

He didn’t see the harm in it, out of all the children on the SMP, he tolerated you the most

That and you had potential, it was rare to find someone with such skills and who acted humble with them

He sighed, patting the top of your head with a huff, “Sure... Sure why not.”

“Wait, seriously?”

“Yeah sure, I mean what’s the harm in it right?” he ruffled your hair

The action made your eyebrows rise and when you looked back up at the piglin hybrid, all you saw was the smile of your brother looking down at you

“Hey, everything alright?” he questioned, noticing your sudden glossy eyes

You quickly rubbed them with your knuckles, “Yeah, yeah I- I just forgot something at Pogtopia,” you said, backing away with an embarrassed smile, “I’ll meet you back there,”

“Sure, sure... I’ll just continue hunting,”

As you ran away he let out a deep breath, taking out swords and looking down at it with a scoff

“Chat... we never speak of this... again.”

After that, the both of you were inseparable

Going on adventures with each other, looting and exploring together

Where ever he went, you followed in his footsteps as he taught you about whatever he could

He even took you to his secret base and allowed you to help him in gathering supplies to help the fight

“What’s with the pig by the way?”

“It’s my emotional support pig.”

“And his name is bladey?”

“...”

“It’s a short for bladder...now what were you saying about poisoned arrows?”

And while you appreciated the action, your favourite times where the calm ones

When he would take you up to a hight tower or hill so the both of your could relax, maybe eat some mushroom stew as he told you stories of his own adventures

You opened up to him as well, telling him about your family and your village, how you were travelling around with so sense of direction

It was strange how easily he trusted you, maybe it was because you had similar experiences as him

You understood him and he understood you

You also began to make good friends with the rest of Pogtopia along with everyone else who started to betray shlatt and join there side, becoming more open with the reassurance from Techno that they weren’t bad people

You fit in well, a lot more that he did

You had potential for a bloodless life, he saw that

He didn’t want you to make the same mistakes as him, he didn’t want you to live the same isolated life

And while you agreed with his thoughts on anarchy, he didn’t want to you to have any part in what he was doing.

So when L’Manburg was taken back and Tubbo was but in power, he felt a sense of dread opening his enderchest and taking out his six wither skulls

Don’t let the wither’s hurt them

You’re going to hurt them more that they are

You won’t be able to protect

Protect them at all costs

It wasn’t just the voices that felt the urge to keep you safe

Over the months he’s grown a liking to you, treating you like his own student and teaching you the things he wish he knew at your age

But he could also be the one to corrupt you.

And he didn’t have the heart to find out which way it would go

You caught sight of the skulls in his hands before he switched to his sword, a hard look on his face as everyone began fighting each other

“Techno?” you walked up to him, “Are you-”

“Yeah... yeah I am.” he puffed out his chest, pulling you the side, “Look, things are about to get messy and when they do I want you to run-”

You knew where this was going, flashbacks of your brother fighting one of the pillagers to save you as you ran away to safe yourself, sacrificing himself for you

“No.” you cut him off before he could continue.

While you knew Techno was going to come out of this alive, you had the power to help him now, to help everyone, you didn’t need to run anymore

You considered Techno family now, well the closest thing you had to it and you weren't about to loose that

Not again.

“I’m staying with you Tech,”

He shook his head, “If you do, L’manburg would never look at you the same, you’ll be an outcast once again-”

“Then do what you have to do, but I’m not running away. What happens here is because of everyone’s belief and I believe in safety and protection so that is what I’ll provide.” you took out your sword smirking, “Plus, we all know what happened last time when you tried to fight me,”

“I thought you promised to never speak of this again!”

“I’m sorry I had to-”

“Okay kid, okay...” he took a deep breath, “Just stay clear of dream and his crew... and the withers... Actually? here take some golden apples-”

“Just go be an anarchist Techno,” you pushed him forwards, rolling your eyes, “I’ll be fine.”

“Actually, take this God apple and a few more potions-”

“I already have some-”

“Well take more. And some extra armor... just in case-” he threw the items at you before running away and setting up the soul sand, not wanting anyone to catch on to what he was doing

And with one final look around following the conclusion of his speech, he placed the skulls, unleashing ultimate chaos on the land once called L’manburg

...

Sorry this took so long! I always get ahead of myself with requests and end up writing a lot more that planned but i hope you enjoyed! I was making this so long that I had to spit this into part two, maybe part three to cover the rest of the lore and to be able to develop more on their relationship besides backstory

That and i really want to write the execution scene but this was already 4k words...

Feedback always appreciated🥰

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Super excited for this event! Congratulations on 1k 🎉🎉 If it’s still available, could I get Fluff #2 with sweet bby Kirishima??

“i’d do anything for you”

pairing: eijiro kirishima x female reader

cw: fluff, language, kissing mwah, reader being a dumb unaware brat

word count: 1900+

a/n: umm i don’t think this is that good, i feel like it could be better but i have no capability of making it better whoops

summary: in which kirishima helps you throughout the day and you finally ask him why he’s always so nice to you, gaining a response you’d never had expected

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Kirishima was always so soft with you, opening doors and holding your books whenever he saw you. But nobody would ever think he had ulterior motives; he was like this with every girl he met. Wrong. There was always a reason behind this, the way his fingers would skim your back as you entered the room or the way he’s able to clasp your fingers for a short moment as he helped you with your books.

But who would think any of this would be a reason for his crush, who would assume he wasn’t just living up to his manly expectation of helping girls in general. You did, you saw past it all, saw the way he’d tense up as you entered, saw the way that his eyes roamed your body as he hid it with your tie being crooked. You always watched his actions and motions, the difference in tone and gestures with other girls, the way Ururaka once tripped on her shoelace and even though he was the closest person next to her. He was the last to come and see she was okay, how when you had nearly fallen over Mina’s bag on the way to the kitchen. He would come from the other end of the room to catch your fall.

Kirishima had ulterior motives and you were going to find out the reason for it.

Maybe it was stupid to go all detective, maybe he was just genuinely unaware that Ururaka had fell. But in the back of your mind you knew there was another reason, was he the traitor trying to get closer to you. Was he trying to use you to turn on the heroes, there was no other way to find out but spend your Saturday with the dyed haired boy.

“Kiri come get the supplies with me for the festival today.” You giddily spoke at breakfast, the way he dropped his spoon into his cereal as milk splashed to the sides, his mouth agape at your words. “Kirishima?”

“Huh, yeah…yes I..I’d love to go out with you today.” His toothy grin was evident as you happily smiled at the boy, he was too eager as if he was the one who had already planned this out.

He continued eating as he met your eye a couple times, handing you some water afterwards as he gave another smile. “Where do you need to go?”

“I was thinking about that craft shop half an hour away and then some lunch, it’ll be fun.” He nodded without even a question as you both left your separate ways. Your eyes fixated on him as the elevator doors closed, he was too eager, you knew it, there was no other reason for him to want to spend a whole day with you if it weren’t for your quirk.

You quickly changed clothes as you went back down the elevator, waiting for Kirishima to come from his room. You needed a plan of action; you wanted this day to be quick but as soon as you saw him walk through the elevator all cheerly. You felt a different emotion, a new feeling as his hair had become spiked up, his hoodie covering him as his hands still rough and calloused where put out for you to take.

“Y/n.” His hand was still out as you stared at it before you shook your head gaining some ability to speak.

You took it feeling a surge of electricity which you hadn’t felt ever in your life, was this from him, was he doing this to you. “Sorry…”

He didn’t question it already dragging you outside, “I heard from Denki that there’s this amazing Chinese restaurant, I know you love dumplings.”

Your eyes widened at his memory, he remembered something as trivial as that. There was no motive in remembering something like that, so why had he remembered it. “That sounds fun, we’ll be carrying a shit ton of stuff with us.”

“I’ll be carrying it, can’t have a pretty girl carrying crap.” He looked at how you squeezed his hand, the way your breath became quicker in a matter of seconds, you truly had no idea what the hell was going on.

The mid-autumn weather makes you feel excruciatingly hot for some reason, walking alongside the pavement, hand in hand like a couple would. That wasn’t the aim of this, your aim was to find out why Kirishima was so nice to you, nicer than he was to any other girl. Maybe you were unaware, maybe your mind had been put on the hero course and studying and becoming a hero that new feelings had always just been swept away.

But at the tense look Kirishima gave to you as the long half an hour walk occurred. He spoke about his day about how he planned to visit his parents tomorrow, normal, he was normal. “What about you?”

“Mina asked me if I could help her change her hero costume, she was more excited about it.” You mocked knowing that excitement was an under exaggeration.

He chuckled lightly as the stroll through the city became more comfortable, “aww you gonna be her model.”

“Haha you wish, she likes my costume and wants my input.” You say not looking at him, he had tried to make eye contact, but you had been unable to due to fear or another emotion you could not put your finger on.

He came closer as your arms were now brushing beside one another, “your costume is pretty.”

“Really?”

He nods as you both finally see the doors of the craft store, “yeah…” he scratches the back of his head, “ever since I first saw you in it I couldn’t keep my eyes off of you.”

It was cliché but the way he spoke it out with such love for you and all you could see; all you could think was how he had noticed you from the beginning. The unknown emotion ran through you as you finally spoke, “let’s go inside.”

You didn’t say anything else letting go of his hands as you looked at the list Midoriya had written up for the festival. “You take half and I’ll take the other half.” You ripped the paper in two, passing him the paper before leaving him.

Kirishima would never understand what went through your head, he walked towards the other end. Thinking about the day, how your actions never showed your clear true feelings, how you held his hand but at the sign of him flirting you got quiet. He didn’t understand you and it made him grow even more impatient, having spoken to Bakugo about his feelings and being called a dumbass for keeping it all inside. He had to confess; it was his only option.

Scouring through the rest of the list, the ability to easily find everything seemed trivial. Kirishima started to wonder where you had gotten off too, having not seen you at all and both having plenty to get.

You hadn’t bothered thinking about Kirishima as you grabbed the stuff needed, finding yourself on the last item. You were looking at the different glitter pens that Mina had wanted to use on the class's faces, you flicked through the different colours before feeling a figure behind you.

“Pretty girl like you shouldn’t be on your own.” You rolled your eyes as you turned to see a man you didn’t recognise, probably some worthless guy who thought hitting on girls would actually get him a girlfriend.

“I’m not.” You mutter as much as you didn’t quite understand Kirishima’s motives; you always had him to back you up if something occurred.

The man looked down putting his finger out to touch your cheek, you grabbed his wrist before he could try anything. “You got a strong grip for a girl, I bet you’d be good in bed.” You didn’t bother with the comment but could see the redhead in your eyeline.

You wanted to test something out, see if he’d comply with his motives, not activating your quirk. You loosened your grip on the man’s wrist as he brought his other hand to grab your throat. He wasn’t some quirk less human; he had a quirk you could sense it but as he licked him up about to put his slobbering lips on you. You heard Kirishima shout out dropping the items and charging to you both.

It wasn’t a shout you could even process as you felt the man get punched to the other end of the aisle, the way his eyes went down in one punch by Kirishima’s hardened arm. He looked down at you instantly grabbing you as he looked at you in confusion, “you could’ve protected yourself.”

He always had faith in you, always knew that you could protect yourself. So what had changed, “why?”

It was a cry as he stared at your body on the ground, other store members having seen the scene calling the police over the incident. Kirishima knowing you both would have to get out of the store, leaving the stuff he took you up. Feeling your body against him as you walked out with him you were mumble crap he could barely understand.

“Y/n what happened?” He placed you on a bench as you looked up at the bright sky, the clear blue sky with nothing coming down towards you, no clouds or birds. Nothing, “Y/n.”

“Why do you treat me differently?” He couldn’t comprehend the question, the way he took a seat beside you as his arm rested behind your neck.

He turned to meet your eyes as he stared at your body, the way you stared up at the sky as if that was the only enticing thing you could see. “I don’t und…”

“You…you treat me differently, I know what you do, I see it you don’t act like this with any other girl and if…” You trailed off as you finally moved to face him, “and if you’re the traitor then just kill me now.”

“Trai…Y/n I’m not the traitor…” He paused as he spoke comfort to you, “…I’d do anything for you.”

You scowled back as you became frustrated, “Why? I mean nothing to you.”

“I’m fucking in love with you.” Your eyes widen as your stupidity and realisation came through. The feeling you couldn’t comprehend, couldn’t understand, believing it to be fear when in reality it was love. “I shouldn’t have said that”

You saw him turn away but grabbing his hoodie as you pulled him closer to your body, you stared at him, looked down at his lips as you closed your eyes. “I’m sorry…”

Trailing off you leaned forwards as he copied you, lips finally meeting together. You understood the love you had for him, that the emotion you had been so worried about was something else unknown. Maybe being in the hero course had made you see the worst in people, believe that nobody could ever love you. But here you were with his hands on the back of your neck, kissing you with such passion as your hands remained on his chest.

Heavy breathes as you finally ended the kiss, the way his eyes stared into your own. His hand moved to your cheek as he looked at you softly, “I love you Eijiro.”

It was barely a whisper, but he caught it, eyes widening as he gave you another much slower kiss, filled with love of the future ahead. You finally understood the motives of Kirishima’s kindness, it wasn’t out of malice it was of wanting to have you call him yours forever.

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