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Writing Update
Hey, everyone, it’s been a while. I apologize for the lack of me posting, life got really busy and I sort of kind of lost motivation for Closer to Home. This is mostly an update to let those of you who were reading the story know that I will not be continuing it in its current iteration.
I will be writing again, and I will probably still be in the punk AU @asofterfan created, however, Closer to Home will, in essence, most likely be rewritten. Some stuff has happened to me, some that I am still processing and coming to terms with, and it has changed the direction that I wanted the story to go.
All of this to say, I have not abandoned those of you who enjoyed reading the story I wrote, I’m just going to be reworking some things and getting some other things posted. At some point, I will probably also post some other stories I’ve been working on, so when that happens, I’ll make a master list to keep y’all from having to scroll through the mess that is my blog.
If you read all of this, thanks. I hope to have something written and posted soonish.
Love you all, and hope you stay amazing!
Molly
tag list from the story so y’all can see this...: : @asofterfan, @thebesttable, @rptheturk, @theinternethaslife, @wildhorsewolf, @puns-and-patton, @thenachoduckof-fandoms, @kanejandkruge, @the-homelessone, @grey-lysander, @confinesofpersonalknowledge, @coffeestudylive, @a-whole-lot-of-screaming, @the-straight-as-a-circle-girl, @anxie-teaa, @faithfulcat111, @pinkeasteregg, @team-free-squiggle
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May the 10 of Pentacles bless your account with more money than you can spend. 💵✨
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Did I make a NaNoWriMo tracker for no other reason than I saw one word tracker and thought “I can do better than that”? Yes. Do I regret it? Obviously not.
For this tracker, you can set your own goal for the month and the Goal column will automatically do the math for you. Only want to write 30,000? Want to go for 100,000? No more math for you!
As you fill in the Daily Count column, your running Total and % Complete columns will automatically update, and the two charts will automatically fill in with your data.
You CAN change all the colors, but you can’t change all the formulas. Seriously, I spent a hot minute working on them, and if you mess them up, the whole chart falls apart.
Find it on Google Sheets Here.
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Definitely read this if you get a chance! It's amazing!!!
Runaway Part 4
Request: I’m so excited for more parts to your Witcher fic. I’m hoping you do go the route of Geralt/Reader/Jaskier. I’d love to see how the reader develops feelings for the two and how Yenn is involved if/when you add her to the story.
Reader Gender: Female
Reader Sex: Female
Pairing: Still no real pairing yet, but eventual Jaskier x Reader x Geralt if there is any interest in future parts
Word Count: 2,115
Warnings: Mentions of wounds/pain
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
Keep reading
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Won’t Draw:
Pedophilia
Incest
Hate art
Will Draw:
Pretty much anything else
Including fandoms, ocs, and nsfw
*The more nsfw, the more expensive
Favourite fandoms:
Stardew Valley
Minecraft
Fallout
Fable
Harry Potter
Disney
Star Wars
Doctor Who
Venmo: Devan-Spady
Paypal: Paypal.me/devanfaye
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So I was rereading Harry Potter, when I came across this and thought- what if instead of Cedric Diggory, Cassius Warrington had been chosen to compete in the Triwizard Tournament?
Imagine Dumbledore calling out the name of the Hogwarts champion and it isn’t a Gryffindor, or a Ravenclaw, or even a Hufflepuff, but it’s a Slytherin. A student from a House most people hate.
Imagine Cassius Warrington getting up, and three out of four Houses are booing at him and shouting things like “NO!” or, “We can’t have a Slytherin champion!” or demanding a retry. But he’s a Slytherin- he’s been dealing with this shit since he got sorted, so he keeps his head high and joins the other champions.
Imagine Harry trying to catch Warrington alone because he doesn’t really want to associate with Slytherins (plus Malfoy has this tendency of being around the guy ALL THE TIME since he got chosen), but at the same time he’s also fair enough not to want him to walk into the first task unprepared.
Imagine Warrington walking over to Harry a few months later, and Ron and Hermione both jump into a protective stance, wands out, but instead of attacking Harry he just tells him to stick the egg underwater. (Because Slytherins don’t forget those who helped them out).
Imagine Warrington and Harry helping each other out in the labyrinth.
Imagine Harry being devastated when Peter kills Warrington- because Voldemort doesn’t care what house they’re form, a spare is a spare.
Imagine the uproar that causes among the Slytherins, because some of their parents really are Death Eaters and they know what really happened.
Imagine Slytherins fighting in the Battle of Hogwarts and shouting “This is for Cassius!”
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5555 followers Giveaway(s)!!!!!
I cannot believe all of y’all who followed me tbh but I’m so so grateful for all of you 💜😩🥰
SO HERES HOW ITS GONNA WORK
There’s gonna be Two(2) giveaways! The first one will be an art giveaway in which you can win me drawing stuff for you and prints and stuff!! The second will be a Watercolour Starter Kit giveaway! I’ll be putting together a kit with all kinds of art supplies that I personally find cool and stuff and yeah!!
SO RULES
You must be following me(ofc)
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You can enter both giveaways, multiple rb/likes count as well
WATERCOLOUR KIT
Will include:
1 hard watercolour palette
A couple of brushes(4)
Inking pens and white ink pen
A watercolour tablette
Some other stuff I haven’t decided on yet!
ARTS AND PRINTS
1st place:
2 characters watercolour commission
2 prints from my inprnt store
2nd place:
2 characters ink commission
1 print from my store
3rd place:
2 character sketch commission
1 card print from my store
GIVEAWAY END ON JANUARY 30th
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Hey, you got any tips for editing a novel? I just finished the second draft, and now I have no idea where to go from here. Any tips?
I have plenty of posts on the journey following the first draft, and I’ve linked a couple below that I hope will help. Happy writing!
spicing up your diction
Step-By-Step Plan: Editing Your Own Writing
What To Cut Out Of Your Story
Editing & Proofreading Cheat Sheet
Editing: What To Change, Draft By Draft
How To Foreshadow
Resources For World building
Resources For Plot Development
Finding & Fixing Plot Holes
Improving Flow In Writing
Constructive Criticism: How To Give, Receive, and Utilize
Useful Writing Resources
The magic of space
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btw the pepe symbol used to be a white supremacist/fascist icon, but a while back the creator sued and worked to make it illegal for those groups to use the meme. hong king protestors seem to be using it as a symbol for their protest now!! pls signal boost so people don’t label them as white supremacists.
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The Turkey Story
So it’s 2001, and my family drives from fucking California and like three blizzards to get to Ohio for thanksgiving, becuase my grandparents are moving into a nursing home and it’s their last holiday in that house. So its a bit bittersweet but ultimately a good thing.
Since it’s their last holiday there, the family pulls out all the stops when it comes to dinner, all the Russian desserts come out, as does the Lethal Bacon Mashed Potatoes and the horrible candied yams with the mini marshmallows dish because not all expressions of love are good, even if they are sincere. In the spirit of going all-out, Uncle Bobby smokes a Turkey.
Uncle Bobby started cooking as a boy scout by tossing foil-wrapped potatoes into a campfire and has been addicted since, and now has a hand-made smokehouse in the backyard where he makes various cured meats and other delights. He seasons the turkey in the traditional manner, but he and grandpa have a shared passion for a spicier mesquite-style bird, so Bobby makes a Cornish Game Hen seasoned that way, for them.
Then Bobby has a Brilliant Idea. He realizes that he can stuff the turkey (once it has been smoked) with regular stuffing, and there is still plenty of room for him to put the game hen inside THAT, and stuff the game hen becuase why not? He confers with Mom, and she explains how to cut open the turkey so there’s dramatic reveal as the stuffing and game hen come out. It’s Genius.
Except, of course, that my Aunt Sue is attending, Uncle Cliff slouching after her.
So the day of the dinner, tensions are running a bit high, between the marathon cooking, the kids all being trapped indoors due to aforementioned blizzards, and Uncle Cliff deciding that the best way to amuse himself is by hiding from the adults in the basement, getting drunk and rambling about how various ethic groups were destroying America. Being that I had close Muslim friends that were leaving the country becuase of 9/11, I was near tears from this nonsense and ready to fight a man roughly five times my size.
Sue, for some reason, keeps coming down and defending him, or telling us we’re rotten children for ‘attacking’ him, becuase she Must Stand By Her Man, even if her man is a hefty bag of dog feces with an ugly mustache.
My sister eventually bolts upstairs to tattle and my grandfather limps down to the basement and brandishes his Hip-Bone Cane, hands rock-steady in spite of the Parkinson’s slowly taking over him.
“Firstly Cliff, It may not be my roof much longer but while you are under it you will be civil, or I’ll beat your skull in. Also, dinner’s ready, everyone go wash up.”
We go upstairs and sit down, and do the traditional “Name one thing you’re thankful for” as the bread gets passed around the table, and things calm down a bit. Bobby brings out the Turkey and everyone goes OOH becuase it’s really pretty, them Mom carves it open so that the stuffing spills out dramatically along with the game hen and there’s an appreciative gasp all around becuase it looks cool.
Only Sue KEEPS gasping, in utter horror, before getting up and clasping her hands to her face ala Edvard Munch and shrieks-
“OH MY GOD IT WAS PREGNANT!”
We all stare at Sue. We all look back at the fully-dressed-cooked-and-stuffed birds that in no way had any internal organs in them or ever gave live birth. Then we all looked back at Sue, trying to figure out where to begin but since she’d been trying to justify Cliff’s behavior she was pretty much free-associating conspiracies and scandals now, and just kept going.
“IT WAS PREGNANT MY GOD WE’VE COMMITTED AN ABORTION WE’RE ALL GOING TO HELL FOR THIS, I’M SO SORRY JESUS-” She goes into full pearl-clutching gibbering horror at this point and falls back into her chair like it’s a Victorian fainting couch only it’s a shitty chair from the Eisenhower administration so it collapses and she slams into the floor, sobbing and kicking her feet like a toddler.
Everyone watched for a moment before my Mom sighs heavily and starts carving and serving the turkey while my grandmother mouths “she’s not coming back”.
Cliff, reactions delayed by about six beers, finally notices his wife is on the floor and tries to pick her up, falls on his ass himself. They are assisted by Dad, who is saintly patient man and less immune to this jacknapery at that point. I am stuffing dinner rolls into my face to keep from laughing at this grand spectacle and it’s not working.
“I CAN’T EAT IT, I REFUSE TO PARTAKE IN THIS BARBARISM-” Sue begins but Dad puts on his best Kindly Father voice (he was heavily involved with the catholic church and even considered becoming a priest before getting drafted but that’s another story) and assures Sue that she need not eat, or even be in the room if she wants. She nods, placated by being the center of attention again, and Dad goes in for the kill.
“I wouldn’t want you to go hungry. Can I make you some Eggs?”
“That would be lovely.” Said Sue, joke flying over her head like a boeing 747. I recall watching my grandmother nearly choke to death on the green beans over that, and everyone pointedly trying to avoid talking about anything poultry-related while Sue sat there and ate the most ironic scrambled eggs in the history of mankind.
Shortly thereafter, Cliff threw up in the sink and they went home, and the party got underway properly, with Grandpa raising a toast to Mom and Uncle Bobby “For marrying well, for a change”
“Pregnant Turkey” has been an Ohioan thanksgiving staple since then. I’ll see if I can hit Uncle Bobby up for instructions but if you decide to make it 1. you HAVE to shriek “OH MY GOD IT WAS PREGNANT” when you carve it open, or it’s not authentic and won’t taste as good 2. Share the pictures with me.
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