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oswinunknown · 2 years

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enigma

summary: oswin's aventures through dimensions

episode 0: falling

notes:

ayo, this is my try at actually getting my ideas down for once.

ill be updating this daily, or every other day. i got classes but honestly this has been on my mind for years so i think i can manage

[inspired by @kido-can-be-a-riot215 's outcasts au and unknown kid au because they are sO COOL N THEIR STORIES ARE BANGER AND I GOT INSPIRED]

as much as oswin loved hanging around with people, today was too much

growing up meant he had to learn how to interact with others. and while he was adept at conversation to an extent nothing could prepare him for todays events

it wasnt too bad though, just a lot of people to talk to, a lot of time to keep up the happy and joking facade, a lot of awkwardness needed to push down.

every class he had in uni was comprised of a lot of communication, and if it was calculation based, all the energy from communicating turned to brainpower to understand all his lessons

basically when oswin got home, he just kinda flopped onto his bed n just lied there.

sorry im just describing what happened to me today but this is a self insert ANYWHO

shortly after, he fell asleep. drained battery be damned im schreeping

anywho

so hes sleepin

then

WHABAM

FLASHING LIGHT

(lmao can u tell im working on this at a different time? because it is)

SUDDENLY OSWIN FEELS LIKE HES IN MIDAIR

AND HE IS

WHY, U MAY BE ASKING?

WELL

BLAM

OSWINS BACK HITS SOMETHING H A R D

(thats what she said ANYWHO)

his back hits something hard

wooden even

but that doesnt matter because an immense pain surges through his head despite not hitting anything on it

his eyes begin feel like their burning, his head is pounding out of his mind

at one point he lets out a strangled cry

a brief one

but visceral

eventually the pain ends

he ends up passing out from exaustion. the adrenaline high coming down hard.

right before he passes out, a faint british voice can be made amongst the pain in oswins head

he feels like hes being lifted but his mind cant register it

and just like that

hes out

#YEAH IM TRYING TO MAKE A STORY #I GOT NOTHING TO LOOK FORWARD TO I NEED THIS #also yes this is a prolouge whatever #enigma #oswin #oswin unknown #also yep i did draw oswin falling #why? because i thought id be funny lmao

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drabbles-of-writing · 4 years

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Hi! I've been reading your stories and frankly I think you're doing very well. I'm thinking about writing, can you give me some tips? If possible, some l¡nks about more technical things. Thanks a lot in advance!

Sure thing my dude!

Write what you want to see. That’s the most important thing and I will continue to talk abt it you cannot stop me. You think nobody will care about it? Write it anyway! Even if it’s popularity is minor, there are still people out there who love and adore what you made, and it makes their day. So write what you would want to see, because I guarantee there is someone out there who wants to see it, too.

I know it sounds boring, but study books you like! Look at how sentences and dialogue are structured and incorporate it into your own. Punctuation is important! And some sentences end in a , rather than a . and makes the flow a bit easier.

It’s tiring, but re-read your works. Once you finish, scroll back to the top and read through it. Make notes of words you use often (ex; mumbled, huffed, snapped) and make sure to spread them out evenly so you aren’t repeating yourself. Be prepared to delete or rewrite sentences if you don’t like it, or even write in new scenes. It’ll look clunky at first, but ironing it out makes it work better.

THESAURUS! It’s very helpful! Type in a word you want to use and look at other variations. It’s also good for finding that One Word you didn’t realize you needed until right then. Look up words! Be flavorful, but also know that sometimes a simple ‘said’ is all you need to get your point across.

This one depends on the person, but I like to imagine my scenes in my head, like I’m watching a show or movie. But it’s up to you how descriptive you want to be, if you want to be very specific on what your viewers see vs letting them come up with their own ways to view it. But don’t over-do things, and if your descriptions seem to drag on, you may want to cut them down. Describing things is good, but you don’t want to be spewing about things that may not matter all that much to the story.

Look up works similar to what your writing, if you can find them. This includes actual books or fanfiction. It’s never a bad thing to take inspiration or to look for help by searching what others have chosen to do.

If you ever post it online, wait a day or so before checking for comments or notes. It’s mostly just a personal preference of mine, but I like it since comments build up over time in a day and I get v happy over the comments that built up over those hours. And if it doesn’t get as many as you hoped, oh well. Sometimes it was your writing, sometimes it was because people just weren’t interested in. And that’s okay. Some will be a flop, while others a banger. The key is to not get discouraged and appreciate whatever you got because through those comments you got, there are at least 10 other people who loved it but were too shy to comment. They see you, they’re just a bit nervous. Refine your writing and try again.

Take breaks!! I know you want to write, but if you can’t get yourself to actually write, take a little vacation for yourself and read or scroll through whatever you like. Your mental health is more important than writing.

If you don’t like the scene, don’t write it. You can skip it if you’d like. Think that scene is important to the story? Then re-make it. Make it so you like writing it, because a writer should enjoy writing as much as others enjoy reading.

Don’t overthink things. I guarantee you that adding in something on a whim can and will be taken in many different ways. Symbolism and ideas will be drawn from what you make that you never even thought of. And that’s the joy of posting things publicly. People make you realize things and give you ideas you’d never have thought of otherwise. Be open to changes and don’t feel ashamed if you change something up. Store old drafts away to be used at a later date.

Depends on the person if you plan out your whole story beforehand. Sometimes I think of all the main important beats of a story before writing them, sometimes I only get one single idea from the story down and write on a whim. Write in a way that makes you feel comfortable.

Use italics to show something intense, not caps lock. Ex: “Dude, what are you DOING?!” Ex: “Dude, what are you doing?” Makes it look neater, in my opinion. If the character is shouting a question, ask yourself if the question or shouting is more pronunciated, which is how you decide if you have a ! or ?

Spell check is only sometimes you friend. Watch what it corrects wisely.

Know your themes and what your going for, but don’t be afraid to stray off-course if it’s working better that why. Look for what inspires you! Song, art, other writings, etc. And if you can’t get anything down, then wait until something comes to you.

I’m afraid I don’t have any technical links, but I hope this was helpful to you! I know you, or at least someone else, has seen this kind of advice before, but I promise it works. And honestly, eventually you’ll get to the point where you don’t even think about it. You just automatically do any of these things, and that’s something very hard to forget.

#asks #advice #writing #my writing #fics #ao3 #ideas #writing tips #hope this helps my bro

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atlas-rp · 5 years

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The Meet-Up - Part 1

It was a week after Atlas' induction into the band. He had arrived one day, handed out tickets to each of the members, and then left. When they saw the tickets, they noticed the word Limestone. He had mentioned his other project, but until then he had never explicitly invited them to a show. Flash-forward to now, JD and the others are standing in front of a moderately large venue, Atlas nowhere to be seen.

“So… where is he?” Mia chimed in with the question everybody had on their mind.

Static raised an eyebrow. “Did he bail on us?”

“Not a chance!” JD seemed slightly upset by the idea. “I’m sure he’s with the band. Or maybe he’s on stage!” Static didn’t seem fully convinced, but went along anyway.

JD led the group into the venue, handing the tickets to the staff. They were told that the concert would happen in 30 minutes, so they decided to wander around. Perhaps they would get to see Atlas before the event, or even the other members. As they roamed throughout the venue, they noticed many things. Metal band posters, old horror movie memorabilia; it looked like the band got to have a field day with the decor.

River even noticed a few demo CD’s from Limestone for sale, deciding to buy the most recent one in order to learn more about the band’s sound. The group had a hearty chuckle at the description on the back of the jewel case: “There are four things you should know before listening to this. 1: We are Limestone. 2: Shut up about the name. 3: We’re gonna tear your fucking ears apart. 4: Hi JD!” All of them knew who came up with that.

After they all felt like they’d gathered enough intel about Limestones, The Rose Thorns made their way over to the pit.

“So, JD. You ever performed with Limestone before?” Mia asked. JD shrugged.

“I think I did with Atlas during a Latin Concert, but I honestly don’t remember much about them. Truth be told, it was kind of hard to connect with them.” JD stuck their tongue out. “I guess we’ll just have to hang out outside of live performances,” they joked.

“No, seriously! That sounds like an awesome Idea!” River disagreed. “It’s important to hang out outside of shows. Look at us! We were close when we started Rose Thorns and we’ve only gotten closer since!”

“Close enough to give me a boost?” GD asked. “I can’t see shit down here!” They all laughed as River let GD on her shoulders and JD did the same for Static.

“Thanks. I could use the high ground for once,” Static said. JD smiled as a response. “How long though until this show starts? My ears are falling asleep.” Such a question was answered with a guitar riff followed by the drums. Of course, Limestone would start off this concert with “Paranoid” by Black Sabbath. It was short, but still a banger, and it gave a clear representation of the band without them pulling out their best material.

Unlike the Latin concert, which had plenty of guest performers, this concert only had four members; the main body of Limestone. There was Atlas as the frontman on lead vocals and rhythm guitar, a bassist who also did backing vocals, a drummer, and a lead guitarist. They all seemed quite comfortable in their positions, although they didn’t have exactly the same connection as The Rose Thorns did.

When “Paranoid” ended, the crowd burst out in applause. Black Sabbath was always a good way to get the audience on the band’s side.

“Yeah! Always works.” Atlas seemed to like interacting with the crowd. “So, you guys want us to play another song?” The audience cheered. “No? Is that a no?!” The cheering became even louder, JD and the rest joining along. “Yes that’s a no! ...I’m confused,” he joked.

“Will you shut up?” The drummer interrupted his speech. “We’re running out of time.”

Atlas turned to the drummer. “We run out of time when I say we run out, asshole.” The band had quite the strange dynamic, but it looked like they weren’t being serious to each other. The drummer clicked a slower rhythm, before Limestone jumped into “Mouth for War” by Pantera. It was a much heavier song, and it showed off their stage presence quite well. Atlas’ vocals were aggressive and forceful, much more in-your-face than in the opener.

“Mouth For War” got pretty much the same reaction from the same reaction from the crowd. The energy at this point was electric, and even Static was really getting into it.

“Keep applauding. We’re getting paid by the clap.” This elicited both laughter and even more clapping. “That’s better.” Once the applause had died down somewhat, JD could hear someone’s voice from the mosh pit, heckling the band.

“This isn’t even real metal! You guys blow! Play something good for once!” JD was about to head over there and throw down, regardless of Static’s presence on their shoulders, when they saw that Atlas was smirking, almost as if he was prepared for something like this. He subtly winked at them before turning to the heckler.

“You want real metal? Alright, here’s some metal. Fuck you.” Without warning, Limestone launched into a full-speed rendition of “Angel of Death” by Slayer. If the venue wasn’t already energetic, now it went completely insane. People were jumping around in the mosh pit, the band was running around the stage, and The Rose Thorns were just standing around, mouths wide open. Atlas even had a couple solos, trading them with the lead guitarist.

GD looked down at the others. “This isn’t metal. This is… heavy metal.” The others just nodded in response. They expected Atlas to stay close to his blues roots during the concert. But apparently, he was pretty flexible on that.

“Was that metal enough for you, you fucking tin can?” Atlas yelled, adrenaline still in his voice. “Hey everybody! Put your hands up if that was amazing!” The crowd followed his instructions. The bassist tried to yell at Atlas to stop but it was too late.

Atlas swan dove into the crowd. Because his guitar was wireless, he was able to shred on top of the audience, only hyping up everyone more. He made it towards his other band and smirked.

“I take you guys are having a good time?” The pit went off but The Rose Thorns still had their jaws on the floor in disbelief. He laughed before surfing back to the stage.

“Andrew, can you not stage dive after our third song?” The bassist remarked.

“No mom, I could not.” The other band looked on in confusion, hearing what the bassist called Atlas. "Later," he mouthed to them.

Over the course of an hour or so, Limestone successfully managed to shock and impress a vast majority of the audience. Atlas' repertoire certainly helped in that regard. Metallica, Megadeth, Alice in Chains, Lamb of God; they even fit in a couple original songs, which managed to be just as catchy.

Eventually, Atlas without warning took off his Strat, went up the mic, and said "Thank you, good night." Sounds of disappointment rang out through the crowd, especially with The Rose Thorns. That couldn't have been it! Some were booing, some were chanting encore, others just sighed.

Atlas got a sly look in his eye. He began raising the guitar back up to his body. The cheers started back up. He immediately lowered it. Booing. He raised it back up. Cheering. This cycle went on for a few seconds before Atlas ultimately put the guitar down and began to walk away.

The booing became even louder before they saw Atlas running back up with a new guitar. Instead of his classic Strat, an all-black ESP hung off his body. He stopped right in front of the mic.

"One fucking more!" Atlas strummed a power chord to get the crowd going. "Give me fuel! Give me fire! Give me that which I desire!" With that, the band began Metallica's "Fuel" to incredible enthusiasm.

The mosh pit was even more insane than before. The Rose Thorns were headbanging like a bunch of maniacs. Even the people in the area with seats were standing up and jumping around to the music.

After that, the concert actually ended. Almost everyone left in a good mood. JD and the others found the nearest couched and flopped down, thoroughly exhausted. After a few minutes, Atlas suddenly showed up. "So? How was it?"

To be continued...

#oneshot #JD #The Rose Thorns

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