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chibinekochan · 3 years

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Angel in Hell Season 2 part 1

Angel in hell season one -

Previously on Angel in Hell:

Satan destroyed half a building.

You are an angel and came to hell as an exchange student. You had to stay in Human Mc's old room. Human Mc died in a tragic accident.

All the demon boys are being very weird.

Somehow you have a pact with the brothers?

Ultimately it's revealed that you were the human Mc before you became an angel.

On top of that, Simeon is your mentor/friend and Lucifer proclaimed that you have to stay no matter what. Lucifer is basically ready to declare war just for you.

Now you will have to decide what to do.

Will you go back to heaven? Will you remember your past life and risk becoming a demon yourself? Who are you even? Is Lucifer serious about his threat? What are the other brothers going to do now?

There also might be a romance here somewhere.

Gen. reader insert.

Words 2k

Taglist:

@gothjuulpod ; @purgatoryhall ; @sibit360 ; @a-personnamed-ace

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You wake up. For a brief moment, you feel almost normal.

Until the memories from yesterday start to flood your mind.

It still feels very raw. “I was human…” You whisper to yourself.

You shake your head. It's no use staying in bed and pondering over this.

The overwhelming urge of just being normal again rushes over you.

You stand up and take your usual shower; the hot water feels pleasant on your skin. It feels like it washes all of your pain away.

You dress, somehow it feels strange to have your usual angel clothes on your body.

You sigh and keep your hand on the doorknob. How will you face everyone today?

No! You have to eat at least, even when it's going to be awkward.

You open the door, only to almost fall over a tray. It's filled with food. You see a note on top of it. Undoubtedly written by the brothers.

Hey, we hope you are okay.

Text us when you are done eating!

We just want to know if you are okay.

You got the whole week off, so please rest.

Text us if you need anything. I will bring some books later.

I bring some mangas or games or umm well whatever you want.

You're not alone, no matter what.

P.S.: Lucifer is stupid.

This note makes you smile, you can tell that they all fought about what to write and that some of them just added some stuff.

You take the food inside. They really are good people.

Despite everything, they still did their best for you. Maybe it was only because of your past with them? This thought hurts.

You start eating but can only finish about half of it. Despite it being all of your favorite foods.

It makes you feel pretty guilty.

Then you hear the notification sound from your phone.

It's a message from Luke. You can only see half of it. He is asking if you are okay.

You feel tempted to answer no, but just put the phone away.

Next, you lay on your bed for a while. Thoughts start to swirl endlessly in your head.

So many things at the same time cross your mind. You yell out from frustration. This won't bring anything.

You get up from your bed and decide to go for a walk.

You just quickly text the brothers a thank you and Luke a brief message informing him that you need some space.

Then you leave the building.

It feels good somehow. You don't have a clear goal in mind and just wander into town.

All this noise helps a bit, the random things in the windows distract you.

This almost feels normal, even if a bit lonely.

You are engrossed in an outfit when someone addresses you.

"It's lovely, isn't it? I bet it would look lovely on you." You know this voice very well. It's Asmo.

"Hey, Asmo…" You have talked often before, but right now it's kind of awkward.

"I know there are a ton of things that we all need to talk about, but you know what. I just really want to go shopping and forget about everything right now. So how about we just pretend all of this stuff didn't happen and have some fun?" Asmo seems to have a lot on his mind as well.

He must be equally hit by everything. He looks like he didn't get a wink of sleep. You don't mention that.

"You know what. You are right. I was feeling a bit lonely anyway." Somehow it feels good to run into Asmo like this. His offer just seems like what you need right now.

“In that case, it's a shopping date!” Asmo is suddenly very giddy.

Seeing this makes you smile a little.

You both head into so many stores and Asmo finds so much that he wants you to try on. It's very exhausting, but in the end, you both find something.

“We should go to that new coffee shop before heading back home.” Asmo seems to just want to rest a bit.

“I'm pretty beat and having something sweet sounds great.” The image of fresh cake pops into your head.

Asmo offers you a cheerful nod.

You go to the coffee shop, and your table is in a secluded corner.

After you get your coffee, Asmo is suddenly very gloomy. “I know I said I just want to forget about everything, but I just have to say it: I'm very ashamed of what I did. I brought you to the club and caused this whole mess since I didn't watch over you. I'm truly sorry.” Asmo is guilt written. This must truly weigh on his mind.

“I don't blame you for what happened. I'm not a small child anymore, and while that demon was a creep, you can't constantly watch me.” You feel glum, but you know Asmo did nothing wrong.

“I was also a big butt when Satan rightfully called me out. It only made it worse. I also feel extremely bad about lying to you. Not only that, but I mean you were back. That was all that was important to me.” Asmo groans and sways his head. He must feel very remorseful.

“I'm not back, though…” At least not as far as you are concerned.

Asmo smiles ruefully at you. “You're right. They have lost their life…but you are still so similar… That makes this even harder.” It seems hard for Asmo to admit this. “At the start, I was just so happy to have my friend back. It wasn't important to me that you had lost your memories or that you are an angel now. That just meant I could persuade you with my charm and that we could just make new memories together…” Asmo takes another deep breath, deep sadness reflects in his eyes. “I now realize I was mistaken. It was unfair to you and o your former self. I was a terrible friend, and I can only hope you will forgive me and trust me that I will do better from now on.” Asmo looks like he is about to cry.

It hurts to see him like this.

You take a sip of your coffee, letting his words sink in for a moment. “I can't even imagine what you have been through. Seeing a loved one that died… I don't know what I would do in a situation like that. I like spending time with you, and could use some support.” You know there are many difficult decisions that you will have to make.

Asmo gently puts a hand on top of yours. You look puzzled.

“I will always support you no matter what.” He smiles at you. This seems to be the first time he undoubtedly looks at you.

“Thank you Asmo.” You smile back at him, feeling like a weight has been lifted from you.

Then you both talk about various topics and finish your cake and head back to the dorm.

You feel much better.

“Yo…umm…are you doing alright?” You run right into Mammon in front of the gate.

He seems extremely uncomfortable.

“Not really but I'm working on it. Asmo helped me to feel a bit better.” You give him a slight smile.

Mammon glares at Asmo.

“We ran into each other in the city.” Asmo lifts his hand in defense.

“Is that right?” Mammon seems a bit doubtful.

“Yeah, I was just kinda walking to clear my head, and that's when we met.” You aren't certain what the issue is.

“Ah…well, umm, do you have some time now?” Mammon shifts awkwardly around.

“Aren't you just being cute Mammon? Asmo giggles.

“Come on, I just have to talk about some important stuff.” Mammon huffs.

"Alright, I will give my big brother some space. Have fun you two." Asmo waves to you and walks to the dorm.

Mammon mumbles something.

"Anyway… Do you have some time?" Mammon asks again.

"Sure." You can tell it's urgent to him.

Mammon looks relieved. "Great, let's go to my room."

When you arrive at his room, you can see it's a big mess. Mammon just realizes this with slight panic.

"Aghhh… I-I should've cleaned." Mammon seems frustrated.

"It's alright." You don't care right now.

Mammon just makes some space for you two." Well…okay just come sit here."

You sit down on the sofa beside him.

"First I want to ask how you are… Though I kinda can imagine you must be upset and feeling all kinds of things. This whole mess really shouldn't have happened. We should have been honest. I mean I know we couldn't, but we are demons, there is no need for us to follow the rules, right?" Mammon gets pretty worked up and takes a deep breath. "No, never mind that." He shakes his head. "I just want to make sure you know that I want you to be happy. I know it's a lot to ask for right now.” Mammon takes a deep breath. “It's all messy and I don't even know how to feel either. I just want to wake up and feel normal again. Ever since you… they…died everything is just a huge mess.” Mammon pauses for a moment. “We were never a normal family, and we lost Lilith before. That messed us all up. Then when we lost the one thing that was important to all of us, and we never recovered from that.” Mammon shakes his head. “I never recovered at least. It was like I got punched and gutted every day.” Mammon's hands are trembling. “Seeing you was just like that too, but kinda worse. It was nice to see your face, but you are a different person now but not really. It's just… I-I can't understand it… I'm sorry it's just so confusing." Mammon just puts his face in his hands. He starts crying, which really surprises you.

Mammon is filled with grief, confusion.

You place your hand on his trembling back.

"I'm sorry you have to see this…" It sounds like Mammon wasn't expecting all of his emotions to just break out like this.

“It's alright Mammon. Thank you for telling me this.” Seeing him this distraught hurts you. You feel like crying too, you gently caress his back, to console him. There are no words that you two can even share.

It's almost like Mammon is finally truly weeping for what he lost.

You can only be there and watch over him.

You don't know for how long Mammon is crying, and it doesn't really matter.

Then a knock on the door makes you both almost jump up.

“I'm busy!” Mammon yells, trying to mask his hoarse voice.

“I need the book you stole.” Much to your surprise, it's Satan's voice.

“I know nothing about some books.” Mammon looks caught.

Satan opens the door, seemingly done with this. “I'm done playing games Mammon…”

His eyes meet yours, silently sitting on the couch, next to the red-eyed Mammon.

“What in the devildom are you doing?” Satan narrows his eyes.

“We were just talking.” You don't want any more misunderstandings.

“Yeah, none of your business anyway.” Mammon is pouting.

“I thought we agreed to leave them space and why are your eyes red?” Satan isn't sure what happened, but it bothers him.

"I tried this new deodorant and got it in his eyes. I was just helping him." You can tell Mammon is uncomfortable about crying.

Mammon just nods and goes along with it. "Yeah exactly, what are you even thinking? Accusing me of crying? Get a grip…and I got no books at all." Mammon is huffing.

Satan only makes a fed up motion with his hand and grabs a book right from the floor. "Whatever. You should come with me. I have a few things we should discuss." Satan pays little attention to Mammon and looks at you.

"Sure." You assume that Satan had some thoughts about yesterday.

"I am done here anyway." Mammon is slightly pouting, but he also seems to be extremely tired.

You think he will need space to come to terms with everything.

Satan is not even looking at Mammon. You wonder if they fought.

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All these lovely comments finally got me to write this.

I hope this will be a great ride.

Also, if anyone wants to be added/removed from my taglist, please contact me.

#obey me #obey me fanfic #obey me angel au #angel in hell #season 2 #obey me!#obey me shall we date #omswd #obey me fanfiction

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lasbrumas-archived · 3 years

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N A N O W R I M O ; DAY 7

Starting Count: 18572

Words Written: 2642

Total: 21214 / 50k

Notes

I swear my notes are becoming, “I will write earlier in the day so I’m not writing while tired,” and the universe conspires to only start giving me free time at 7 PM, but I don’t start writing until like 8 and then I continuously get interrupted until everyone in the house goes to bed at like 10, during which I speed write 2k+ words before sleep overtakes me.

Anyway, in today’s installment, I’m on a chapter featuring Carlos as the narrator. This is the part where he meets Adelina and Emilio for the first time, none of them realizing they’re gonna team up together later. It’s great fun because Adelina jokingly threatens to knock the ladder out from under him just because Carlos is being a little shit and won’t answer questions. Also we finally get to see Carlos’ curse in action, which was a bit harder to write than I anticipated. Oh well?

I also met today’s goal exactly, instead of writing extra. I just cannot write anymore today, y’all. Here’s hoping tomorrow I can surpass the goal, even if it’s just by 100 words. I’m really enjoying the fact that I’ve already hit 20k. The serotonin I get from those silly little NaNo badges for 5k, 10k, etc is all that fuels me to write every day.

Goals

- Tomorrow

Words: 2527

Favorite Lines

Adelina leaned against the wall. “Why don’t you come down?”

“So you can accost me with your questions?”

“Better than knocking the ladder out from under you.”

#*nano update

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bobby-hockey · 4 years

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CHERRY TREE

arc: gongshow (arc introduction here) tws: vehicle accident, death. length: 2k. summary: in which i incontrovertibly hurt the capitals. also, sasha “ghost” molchalin gets an unwilling new roommate. taglist: @kidsarentallwrite

Philadelphia Flyers @NHLFlyers - Nov. 4 They may be from Washington DC, but this is the City of Brotherly Love! Bring it on, Capitals!

Philadelphia Flyers @NHLFlyers - Nov. 4 Mitty, Martin, and Molchalin start tonight. Retweet for a chance to win five gallons of Flyers-themed M&M(&M)s!

Clarence Taylor. Even the mention of his name is enough to make Sasha break out in annoyed hives—no defenseman has ever been able to read Sasha like Taylor does, and it’s literally the most aggravating thing. Like—yes, okay, Taylor is the captain of the Washington Capitals, was the first overall pick in 2012, got the Calder his rookie year and the Norris last year, has been to the All-Stars more times than Sasha cares to count. That doesn’t mean everyone needs to jump on Taylor’s dick. The guy is fucking irritating.

“Calm down,” Marty says during warm-ups, spotting the look on Sasha’s face when Taylor skates by with a snide little comment lobbed in Sasha’s direction. “I can see your blood pressure rising.”

“He’s a bastard,” Sasha says. He wants to snap his stick in half and maybe use the pointy ends to commit a homicide. Marty’d scruff him like a little cat and Sasha wouldn’t get more than a few strides before his feet cartoonishly skated out from underneath him. But it’s the thought that counts.

“You’re giving him exactly the reaction he wants,” Marty says. “And you’re not special, Ghost, he does that to everyone.”

Sasha does not snap his stick in half, but it takes a Herculean effort. “Don’t bother trying your hippie elementary school teacher horseshit on me,” he says. “I hate him.”

Marty sighs. “Just don’t let him get in your head,” he says, sounding resigned.

Too late. Sasha takes a wild shot at the empty goal and misses—the puck ricochets off the crossbar. Goddammit.

The Washington Capitals are a well-oiled machine: a steady, productive offense backstopped by a tenacious, elite defense and an almost jaw-droppingly good goaltender, and Sasha hates playing against them, mostly because they never fall for Mitty and Marty’s fakeouts. By second intermission they’re still deadlocked at 0-0, and the game—already ugly—is starting to get nasty. While there haven’t been any fights yet, Sasha can feel the tension in the air, a heavy weight like a storm brewing on the horizon.

So maybe Sasha curses at Taylor a little more thoroughly than is strictly warranted when he shoves Sasha into the boards. Sasha hates the guy. It’s been a hard, awful game. He’s allowed.

“Your mother must be so ashamed of you,” Taylor says as the referee whistles the first play of the third period dead, black mouth-guard half-hanging out of his mouth. He’s Canadian, Taylor is, and so is Marty, and while they have the same kind of soft, shallow vowels, Marty is fun and easy to listen to but Taylor’s voice grates against Sasha’s nerves. Sasha’s not a fighter—why would he be, when Marty is 6’10” and impossible to take down—but a single word out of Taylor’s mouth makes Sasha want to drop his gloves and start swinging.

“Go fuck yourself,” Sasha says, scowling.

Taylor grins and, in a bad imitation of Sasha’s Russian accent and a worse imitation of Sasha’s voice, says “Go fuck yourself,” all mocking like. “Come on, Molchalin, what’re you gonna do? Frown at me some more? Y’know your face could get stuck like that.”

Sasha sneers. His shift is up and he’s supposed to be getting off ice—Hartsy’s half over the boards, looking at him expectantly—and Taylor’s heading back to the Capitals bench, this grin on his face like he’s pleased with himself at getting the last word. Sasha doesn’t care for it. At all.

He drops his shoulder and half-checks Taylor as he leaves the ice, sending the defenseman reeling, and when Taylor regains his footing and turns around the grin’s gone, replaced by an annoyed stare.

“Three months and four days,” Sasha says, although if asked he wouldn’t be able to say why: the number just pops into his head, trips off his tongue. “Keep an eye out.”

“What the fuck, Molchalin?” Taylor shouts after him.

Hah, Sasha thinks, and skates back to the Flyers bench.

The Flyers lose—one of the Capitals manages a nasty goal forty seconds before the final buzzer, and the Flyers make an ignominious retreat into the locker room. But that’s fine. Sasha doesn’t mind. It wasn’t Taylor who scored the goal, and Sasha played well. That’s all that he cares about.

Washington Capitals @Capitals - Feb. 8 Just try to beat us at home, @PSSkimmers.

Port Sterling Skimmers @PSSkimmers - Feb. 8 We’re setting sail for Washington DC… time to tackle the Capital!

Washington Capitals @Capitals - Feb. 8 Team bus has been involved in a collision on the I-50E returning from Delaware. Updates will be posted as they come in.

Of course, Sasha thinks to himself, staring up at the floating, incorporeal form of Clarence Taylor hovering over him, Taylor always did have a way to make him regret literally every decision he’d ever made in his life.

“What the fuck,” Taylor howls in his face. “Three months and four days. That’s what you said. You motherfucker. What, you some fucking psychic or something? What kind of sick freak does that and doesn’t give any context? Jesus Christ. You’re an asshole.”

Literally five seconds ago Sasha was sleeping. Why is this happening. He’s not awake enough for this.

“What?” Sasha says, when Taylor seems to break off, and then he remembers their last meeting, back in November: Taylor’s shocked green eyes peering at him over the Capitals bench, blond eyebrows furrowed as he gaped at Sasha. He rubs his eyes, sits up, and then, around a yawn, says “You were counting?”

“Wh—Of course I was counting,” Taylor says, floating backwards. Maybe he’d think it weirder, Clarence Taylor literally floating in Sasha’s bedroom wearing a Capitals shirt and sweatpants, but then again, Sasha’s seen weird, and this is not that. No offense to Mitty, but Mitty kind of breaks the scale of weird shit all on his own. “You mean to tell me that if some asshole came at you with some ominously specific date you’d just, I don’t know, write it off, or whatever? Of course not! I thought you were just gonna play some, some stupid prank on me or something, some bullshit like that, and then—”

His form flickers out, the space he had been occupying suddenly empty. Sasha blinks.

“And then what?” Sasha says. Silence. “For the record, I would definitely ignore it, because it would be bullshit and wouldn’t matter anyways.”

Except Taylor clearly hadn’t let it go.

There’s no response. Sasha reaches for his phone on his bedside table, and blinks again when he turns it on and it starts buzzing almost incessantly with incoming texts. They’d just finished a long roadie through Canada, and they didn’t have anything except practice later today, so the fact that the group chat is absolutely lighting up is something of a surprise.

Sasha scrolls through quickly, not bothering to try and decipher most of the texts, but he more or less gets the gist of it: some shit happened with the Capitals. Something big. Maybe Taylor did something stupid.

He rolls out of bed. Shuffles into his living room, scratching his stomach. Light slants in through the window, and Sasha squints at the sun peeking in through the blinds—it’s earlier than he thought it was. Fumbles for the remote, turns on the TV, switches it to the news—

“Oh, fuck,” Sasha says, suddenly wide awake. His stomach churns.

It wasn’t Taylor doing something stupid. Not even close. They’re playing footage: a nighttime aerial shot of a charter bus, a tipped-over semi-truck plowed into the side like a beached whale. Streetlights and ambulance strobes and spotlights from helicopters illuminate firefighters and EMTs carting out hockey player after hockey player and bundling them into ambulances.

“It looks better like this,” Taylor says, his detached, oddly clinical voice coming from somewhere over Sasha’s shoulder, and Sasha almost trips over his coffee table and goes headfirst into his TV. “Not as much blood.”

God. That’s a horrifying thought. Sasha lets out a string of foul curses, running a hand through his hair. If they had heard, all of the generations of women who came before him would have either given him an ass beating into next year or washed his mouth out with soap. Since he’s in America and they’re buried in Russia, they’ll have to settle for turning in their graves.

“I only caught about three words of whatever you just said,” Taylor says, “but yeah. That.”

Sasha looks at him—properly looks at him. Taylor looks mostly exactly like how Sasha saw him last, back in December: blond hair spiked up, red Capitals long-sleeved shirt, sweatpants from some brand Sasha doesn’t recognize, a pair of Ugg boots because apparently Taylor is a teenage girl. He’s dressed down, and he’s see-through, but other than that he looks pretty much like Sasha would expect Taylor to look, even if he wasn’t anticipating the boots.

“You’re dead,” he says, almost a question.

“I think so,” Taylor says. His voice is odd, too, echoing and faintly staticky, like he’s standing in an empty room and Sasha is hearing his voice over the phone from far away.

Clarence Taylor, dead. It doesn’t seem possible. Sits wrong. Sasha presses his mouth into a thin line to avoid admitting that, because he would never. “And you’re stuck with me.”

Taylor almost laughs. His chest expands and deflates like he’s actually breathing. Do ghosts breathe? Sasha’s nickname might be ‘Ghost,’ but somehow he doesn’t think he’s an authority on whether spirits need lungs or not. “You think that if I could be anywhere in the world, I’d be hanging out with you?”

“Nope,” Sasha says, “which means you’re definitely stuck with me.”

“Just what I always wanted,” Taylor mutters, in a way that means this is absolutely not what he wanted, in any sort of way, at all.

Sasha would agree, but that would mean agreeing with Clarence fucking Taylor, and he has absolutely no urge to do so at any costs. “You don’t have to sound so thrilled about it,” Sasha says.

“Trust me, I’m not,” Taylor says, and then he fades out of existence, like he was never there to begin with.

If Clarence Taylor simply didn’t exist, Sasha’s life would have been so much easier.

But now the guy’s dead, and Sasha doesn’t know what to think.

Washington Capitals @Capitals - Feb. 9 We’ve received word that several players have passed away, including associate captain RJ Radulov and Jean-Sebastien Fontaine. We ask that you keep their families in mind during this trying time. Stay strong.

Philadelphia Flyers @NHLFlyers - Feb. 9 Our hearts go out to our friends the @Capitals, their families, and everyone affected by the I-50E tragedy. We’re here for you. #CapsStrong

Washington Capitals @Capitals - Feb. 9 Capitals captain Clarence Taylor remains in critical condition at Pennsylvania Hospital.

#my writing #writeblr #the hockey project #arc: gongshow #char: sasha molchalin #char: clarence taylor

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prettywordsyouleft · 4 years

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i love ur stories so much omg i've read everything on your masterlist like a bunch of times, do you have any advice for an amateur writer who has posted one (1) fic and is now looking for inspiration slash motivation slash validation jdjdndmdkdk thank u ly bYe 👉👈👀

Thank you so much!! I appreciate you spending time on my blog! What are your favourites?

As for the advice. I think inspiration is more important in the beginning. Writing for yourself is key and, whilst I 100% agree with the validation aspect, let’s focus on the inspiration first.

I’m a huge believer in the more we do, the more successful we feel. I’ve mentioned it HERE in depth about the high bar, low bar scale. But a basic understanding is… the more we do towards our craft and succeed at it, the more likely we are to become more inspired and find it easier to do it. The scale relies on what is the least amount of work you need to put in consistently to see results to your goal.

The answer here for me is usually drabbles. Drabbles are quick and don’t really rely on a lot of work. I know Chelle Chats seems like I’m able to write anything and everything so fast but the reality is, I never used to write short stories. It was a challenge in the beginning for me! I come from a background of writing stories with at least 20 chapters each time before tumble and my very first drabble is what started this account!

The more drabbles I do, the quicker, the easier, and the more satisfied I am with them. Because my brain is tricked into seeing the success. “Wow, you couldn’t face writing that 2k story today but you wrote 8 drabbles and that’s about the same amount of words. Look at that!”

As for finding inspiration, prompt lists are your best friends. I personally love @promptdumpster whenever I’m feeling uninspired. Even just scrolling their blog makes more inclined to go write on my own projects! Also there are TONS of lists online for various genres or scenarios that you’d like to write. Find a prompt that stands out to you and write the first thing that comes to mind. Don’t plan it… just write. You might find yourself with a neat little drabble when you’re done.

There is nothing wrong or unoriginal about using prompts. I know some writers refuse to because it’s not “their idea” … we live in a world where not a lot is original. Your perception, your approach is definitely yours and yours alone… but I don’t agree with prompts being a “cheap” tool to have in a writer’s toolbox. If anything, they’re the most valuable challenge I’ve faced.

Touching on the validation real quick. It’s hard when you start out and the way I found myself getting somewhere was writing a lot (I used to post 12 stories a week at one point - I don’t recommend this, it’s exhausting) and networking. There is no shame in reaching out to people and saying, “Hey, I’m a new writer. Could you give my work a read and let me know what you think?” Do be prepared for feedback… I actually encourage it as it assists us in getting better at our craft.

Finally, a proper tagging system is a must. The first 5 tags really count so make sure you make them the most important.

I truly hope this helps. Feel free to message me with your story, I’ll happily read it. And cheeky plug, I actually have a prompt sideblog called @challengingwords where we release a prompt every fortnight and encourage participation to see what ideas everyone comes up with. Feel free to join us!

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My ask box is open for this week’s Chelle Chats!

#chellechats #pwyl; answered #min-youngis #pwyl; writing tips

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ceruleanmusings · 4 years

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17,117 / 50,000

Weekend roundup. Honestly it wasn't a good weekend. Got 1124 words on Friday (11/8) and 1046 words yesterday (11/9). But hey, that's almost 2k words more than I had before so it's something. Something is better than nothing. I got 2068 words in today (11/10) despite spending part of my day making an edit and then another part at the botanical garden.

Even if I don't make my word count goal by the end of the month, I'm getting back into the habit of writing every day and I'm happy with that at least.

#mack rambles #nanowrimo

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elenajohansenauthor · 4 years

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#bridgesnovel update, 12/8

In the post-NaNo world, I’ve still got a novel to finish, so I’m still updating. When possible, for funsies, I’m using the “fluffcember” writing prompts.

Word Count Goal Today: 2K+ (off work today)

Actual Word Count Today: 2,168

Total Word Count: 78,695

Today’s prompt: Once again I did not check because I was flowing with the chapter I’d already started. Tomorrow! Tomorrow I will remember!

Favorite line of the day: He would be loyal to her until the day he died, and the realization of that deep bond cut through the panic produced by feeling things he believed he should not feel.

Tea: Lady Grey

Candle scent: honeysuckle

Listening to: the "Hurricane” generator @ mynoise.net

#writeblr #bridgesnovel #daily word count #i will finish this #dammit

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notlucy · 5 years

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Fic Update #72

Words Written This Week: 6,561 (Which is way, way down, but I’m also attempting to line-edit and make changes to my 90k RBB, so I’m not mad about it.)

5,082 on my CBB fic, which puts me over the 5k mark, and then some. Have no idea how this one will be received during claims, but I’m loving the writing so far.

1,479 on my RBB fic revisions. sunbeams are never made like me starts posting today and I’m so excited to share it!

Did I Make My Goals?

Line edits on chapters 1-5 of my RBB fic Hell yes, I got through chapter seven!

Finish at least the 5k minimum on my CBB fic Yup!

Maybe GAL/TAL if I feel like it? Reader, she didn’t.

WIP Updates/Goals for Next Week:

To Write & Edit:

Line edits on chapters 8-12 of my RBB

Another 2k on my CBB fic

Working on a WW3some thing for one of my MTH winners

To Publish:

Chapter 9 of This Side of the Blue

Chapters 1-3 of sunbeams

Things that are likely to fuck with my progress:

I’m taking a class for work this week, M-R, 8-6. That’s going to significantly impede my writing time, so I’m not super optimistic about making any goals this week. But we’ll see!

Gif of the week in honor of sunbeams:

#notlucy's stupid process #notlucy gets personal #wips #wip update

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taetae-tea · 6 years

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My Fuckboy Co-worker

Part I –> Part II

Genre: Fuckboy!Jungkook, Co-worker!Jungkook, Soulmate!au Fluff, smut (in the future), angst

Paring: JungkookXreader

Word-count: 2K

Warnings: flirting, first-love, based on a true story, fluffiness, jealousy, hints to soulmate!au

Summary: It’s at the your first job when you meet your soulmate. The only bad thing, is that he is a fuckboy and a complicated one too. You have a hard time figuring out what is up with this man, but you are slowly getting determined to get to know this guy.

A/N: So, this story is quite personal. This entire story is based on my life at the moment, what I’ve been going through there and the difficulties with it. In real life I’m in the middle of this complicated love-story with this guy and I really don’t know where it’s going, but I felt like I wanted to write about it to free myself from the constant thoughts ha ha. enjoy <3

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Finally, your first job.

You’ve been looking up to this moment for a long time already. Many of your friends has a job and it never failed to make you jealous to how independent they already were, earning their own money. You’ve always had to ask your parents when you wanted something to have, even on the age of 17. It was a burdensome, so at some point you began to ask your parents if you could try and get a job. Of course, like the overprotecting and loving parents that they were, they wanted you to wait.

‘You should fully focus on your school first.’

Well, that didn’t go good at all. The older you got and neared the age of 18, you felt a great boredom within you, you don’t feel like doing anything at that point. No motivation, no real goal in your life. You just didn’t want to do anything at all and lazed around the house like some kid who gets everything but still decided on doing nothing. Though, it wasn’t like that at all. You simply just didn’t knew what to do with your life. You always got an idea on what might be a great goal and then the idea seemed to die out and grew boring into your eyes.

So, after fucking up that whole school-year, you decided you wanted to take a year off school, To look what you might like and visit different jobs that you were interested in, what they have included within the job and what you need to learn for the subject. That very same year, your parents decided that you may have a job for the year to build up some experience. So that’s how you got to the place where you are located right now, the most busiest mall of the city.

You are nervously looking around, constantly looking up and down to your watch, scared that you might end up too late for your job interview. You couldn’t fuck up this one, you were already happy you passed the online stage when you had to hand in your personal data resume, which they apparently found decent.

‘Hello miss, may I help you with something?’ A girl approached you with a big smile and you felt relieved on finally finding someone in this huge place. You smile back at her as you approach her while nodding. ‘I have a job interview today, with mister…. Mark if I remember precisely.’ She smiles brightly at you this time and nods at me before pulling out her walky-talky, asking for mister mark to come to his office before she brought you to the same place.

Overall, you didn’t knew why you were so nervous about the whole deal. The job interview seemed rather relaxing, the manager of the mall asked you different but easy questions. You already prepared answers, since your friends told you the questions that they would probably ask. And your friends were right, they asked you all the basic questions which you by now could answer in your sleep.

‘Okay ___, you will hear from us if you are hired or not, but upon hearing your answers, I think you have a high chance of getting hired.’ He smiles at you before standing up and gave you a hand for you to shake, which you took. After that, everything went pretty fast. You had your first day at work 2 weeks later, learning the inside and the outside of the company, it wasn’t that hard at all. There were a few simple codes you had to remember and certain words you needed to know, but beside that, everything went just well.

That was, until 4 weeks later you had to work on a saturday night. It wasn’t anything new for you to work till this late. You actually like to work night-times, since it’s pretty silent around the store and you could clean up on your own, somewhat enjoying yourself while being in your own thoughts.

Then, someone rather familiar came in few. You knew his face from a picture you’ve seen a week or 2 ago, when you were talking with some co-workers during your break. They were gossiping like they did every break, about each other, guy-coworkers and managers. It’s always a ritual to do so, it keeps work slightly more interesting, hearing all these different stories. Sometimes it made you wonder if they might be gossiping about you too, since you’re a bit on the quite side when it comes to meeting new people, but you were quick to learn your co-workers were all just one big family. Though they might have a few things they point out about each other, they still seem pretty close friends, even with the managers.

‘Ugh, Jungkook keeps texting me.’

You frown as you look up at Demi, immediately questioning her. ‘Who is Jungkook?’

‘Wait, you haven’t met him? Be happy as long as it lasts.’ She says, having a rather annoyed expression upon talking about the unknown guy. You’ve never heard about him, never even seen him. That’s something what’s rather odd about your job scedual. When you’re planned on a saturday, you will probably always be planned on that day together with a few others who also worked on the same day. It made you become closer to those who work on that exact same day, but not with others.

‘What is he like?’ You ask, now getting closer to her from across the table. She cocks an eyebrow to you, surprised that you want to know anything about him. You kinda notice how she also has glint of jealousy wash over her features, as if she doesn’t exactly want to tell you who he is. It’s on that moment that you see how this little world in this mall might be bigger than you thought.

‘Well, he likes to flirt with all the girls here and has a rather… adolescent behavior. Just don’t try to come too close to him.’ She tries to end the conversation pretty quick, which is odd for her doing. She could gossip hours upon hours, but this time she seems kinda off about exposing this one co-worker.

‘Can I see a picture?’ You are intrigued, you want to know who this guy is. You always like to hear about other co-workers, always, it’s just to keep yourself busy while working at this busy place. You see here hesitating while looking down at her screen a few times, acting a bit over-dramatic for your liking. You don’t like it when people get all dramatic about a guy who is after their ass, but won’t talk further about him. Like, don’t come at me in the fucking first place if you won’t give me some details about it.

‘Okay.’ She sighs before giving her phone to you. You widen your eyes as you see the picture. The guy is absolutely beautiful. His face is pleasingly put together and he smiles widely on the picture, showing his cute teeth, looking awfully much like bunny teeth. When you scan the rest of his features, you also came to notice he is rather fit and muscular. You can’t really imagine this guy being like some fuck-boy at all, since he has a rather cute and lively appearance.

Well saying that you regretted those words was an understatement. Because, 2 weeks forward, you saw him for the first time.

You were just working at the cash desk, scanning different products so the costumers could eventually buy them in whatever way they would. He tried to get through the lain, excusing himself but stopped his tracks when he meets eyes with you. He didn’t say anything, he just looks at you with a straight face. It was quite awkward but that feeling went away when he suddenly smiled and butterflies creeped up your belly. You burst your lips together as you try not to smile back, but you kept the eye-contact to show some resistance.

’She wants to pay with card.’

You didn’t quite understand his words as you now frown at him, but soon came to realize that the woman in front of you wanted to pay and you quickly let her pay. You felt embarrassed, very embarrassed even and didn’t dare to look at him anymore and chose to ignore his presence for a long 2 hours to dodge any further occasions like these.

You felt so stupid. It’s as if you gave your affection for him right away, and boy oh boy, you had a big affection towards him. Every singly time he walked past you, your heart began to pound faster and faster. He has this weird effect on you. Maybe it’s just because you aren’t used to this kind of attention, you’ve always focused on school and hasn’t gone out of that little room of yours. But now, that you’ve developed a quite great body and features, attention from boys began to become greater. So, being new to this, attention came upon you ten times harder.

8 pm, it was only 1 hour until you would finally be freed from this place. There were still a few customers left in the stores, which were taking there time upon picking their stuff, and you don’t mind it one bit. You could do your own stuff in the remaining time, cleaning the cash desks. It’s when you finally were done cleaning and you sit back down on your seat to wait on the last few customers, that Jungkook suddenly came walking up to you. Your eyes widen slightly and your heart began to pound. He had an smug smile on his face and kept your eyes on his.

‘You’re kinda cute, I have to say ___.’ He says as he rests on your cash desk with his head propped up on his hands and standing in a lazy way. He stares at you, smiling in an adorable way. You burst your lips together again, but still kept looking at him. You found it somewhat funny, his behavior. Yes, he sounds absolute like a fuckboy, but it still looks as if he could be a great person to hang out with. But you know, you won’t ever be able to just stay friends with this guy, not when he looks this damn fine in just his work-clothes.

Then, out of nowhere, he starts to giggle and jogs away in a somewhat childish way. His features gave away how embarrassed he was about the whole situation. Apparently the direct approach to you was even too much for him and it made him… giggle? You don’t know why, but the more you see of his character, the more you seem to get intrigues in this whole deal. But then again, thinking back to the little talk you had with Demi, you knew that he probably did this to every girl. Maybe acting cute is a way to get girls interested in him.

It’s no use, he isn’t someone you should get too involved with.

‘___, what is your Instagram name? We can DM and all after today.’ He says as he winks at you as you both get ready to leave for the day. You don’t know why, but for some reason you just gave him your instagram name before walking away. You don’t know what to expect, but he has you in his hands for some reason. He plays some weird game with you that he compliments you, acts cute and is direct with you, but also shows how much of a fuckboy he is. But still, it seems like he may bring you something and you don’t know what it is yet. There is something up with this boy and you’ve known it from the first time you saw his picture. There is something beyond his complicated behavior.

But what is it?

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avaliveradio · 3 years

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Behind The Music with MDMelo | What it's like to be a Musician Today

MDMelo is a

The music composed by this artist is typically filled with rhythm and groovy vibes that can sometimes be complex in sounds yet easy listening. You'll often hear lots of percussions, laying details, and organic sounds in the mixes.

Having a love of the 80's style, MD Melo gives value to sparking sounds, groovy bass, and the early stages of analog synths.

What drives me is that funky pace and bass…

These are the tunes that make my inside shiver and being fed with joy. It really doesn't matter the message in the lyrics. Of course, political messages, racism messages, rioting, and rage, is not my scene.

Simply music rhythm and harmony. I tend not to make music with oriented messages for a single cause.

In this EP...

I produced for and with Francis that there is one track called NEW DAY with an interesting story. We were all in the middle of confinement due to COVID-19, and Francis suggested writing a poem about hope and that if today goes wrong, as it was for humanity, there is always a NEW DAY we must hope for carrying on strong and moving.

This song was the most difficult so far to complete. On one side, the music was very G-Funk style (to start with, not easy to write too). On the other side, the lyrics were not matching the style well. Francis recorded 5 different versions and variations, and in fact, the final product is a merge of all these 5 lyrics edited by me in the Studio.

I was really pleased with the outcome because even me, at a certain point in time, was no longer believing we had a song… But well, we did it.

I do produce everything on my own, from music composition, mixing, mastering and also to present it better, as to whether before I used to release a song on Youtube with a steady image video, I found myself being forced to make a video for every single song of this EP. To do this, I had to start also working on Video editing and understanding it. Also, here, we did it.

Luckily enough, I have people that believe in this passion of mine and are willing to help. When I mean help, I mean singing (Miss B.), playing instruments for my songs (Miguel Dinis – Guitars), but also, they are learning with me. They help me very much, because I learn a lot with each one of them and that on its own improves me.

How do you think this release represents your current direction...

The story of this track 'LOVE LIKE THIS' is quite funny. It started because I had released 7 tracks already, and we decided the EP should have 8 tracks, so I was at the last one. By default, back in the 80's, any album of a "respectful" band HAD to have a love/romantic ballad. For this reason, also my album HAS to have a love/romantic ballad.

So originally, I was thinking of something with a Grand Piano and Francis incredible voice over it. I remember I was All day Saturday and Sunday composing the Piano part. To an extent, I went to bed Sunday very late but really fulfilled and feeling how great Beethoven I was. Then in the course of the following week, I built the violins and strings.

When I finished the music, I was thinking, "Francis is not able to write the lyrics for this as there's no space…" so, I called him and challenged him to do it, even though skeptical. The fact is that when I got back the lyrics, I was totally wrong, and it came out really well.

At that point, I have added the SAX and the percussion details, and it was done. I have to say this was the most difficult song I have ever had to mix. The piano being the main instrument of the song, the Virtual instruments (VST) were not providing the power and presence I wanted. Because of this, I had to buy a new synth to record it with real live sound.

What most inspires you?

I'm a 55 years old electronics engineer with a passion for music and music production. I was a DJ back in the '80s and always loved music. My dream came true 5 years ago when I discovered that I could apply my technological skills to make music. So, I make music. I am not a musician.

The last 5 years of my life were incredible in knowledge, experience, awareness in music, and study. I feel that at my age, doing everything that I do is a gift God wanted to give to me and great joy. I guess my music signature is the Bass. Bass, to me is the main instrument of a song, as it is the strongest and serves as "hanger" to the rest. I particularly love Violin. The sounds and harmonics of a violin enter my being very deep and generate "dopamine" in my brain.

In the production process, there are 2 moments in particular that I especially love. The first is composing and creating. Being able to transfer my brain music into a real waveform. The second moment of pleasure is mixing. I love the sound manipulation and control; it is overwhelming.

This is all great if it flows and works because if it doesn't, is another story. I have had many moments during this EP in which I genuinely wanted to give up and thought I could not do it as others can, on this subject. It significantly matters your age and maturity. During my life as an engineer, I always finished all my projects no matter what.

In music, after 5 years' experience, this perseverance needs to be even bigger, as one can easily start a new project and move on. This is bad practice and explains why so many artists have so few projects finished.

I make music and produce it as a true passion. Of course, everyone expects recognition, so at least one knows is doing something worth doing.

What was one notable event that helped shape your last decade?

I guess the revival of my passion for music and what I have done so far toward it was triggered by a good friend's invitation to DJ for his wife's surprise birthday party. That event re-ignited the music inside me. Of course, at this stage in time in a different financial / life condition allowed me to chase the dream and do it.

What's your goal for 2020?

During 2021 music-wise, I will mainly focus on training, studying production methods, and I guess due to the success of last year (personally), make the second EP for Francis, inviting more people, and making it even more special. I just hope humanity recovers from this COVID depression.

Final Thoughts..

There should be many more AVA LIVE RADIO services around the world with easy access to people in their bedrooms making music. The music business is no longer as it used to be. It is all about marketing, social media, fakes, and scam, offering all sorts of deals in exchange for easy likes or streams. A musician can sustain themselves only with live gigs; the rest is no return on investment. No one buys records or CDs anymore, so the market changed, and everything in our life is fast, volatile, and worthless. One spends 1 month composing, mixing, mastering, with all its path frustrations and then releases gets 2k streams if that much, and that's it. This is not a business, at least not for indie artists.

Website & social media links: https://sptfy.com/mdmelo https://www.facebook.com/maudiolabs/ https://www.instagram.com/maudiolabs/ https://www.youtube.com/channel/mdmelo https://amazingradio.us/profile/maudiolabs

#MDMelo

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solnishkawrites · 4 years

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NaNo 2020 Update 1

November 1st went really well! Whoo!

I surpassed my goal of writing 2k words, which felt really good. That said, I did write over a period of 24 hours without sleeping, since there was a midnight kickoff event and I was too excited to go to bed afterward. I ended up going to bed at 8:30PM on November 1st and woke up almost at noon today, so that’s... not so good.

I’m still working on Chapter One of TTG today, and I need to stop wasting time on tumblr and get back to work.

#sol does NaNo 2020

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boldandsepet-blog · 6 years

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Sambung Masters in UiTM?

Fact 1 : I did my bachelor’s degree in international business.

Awal tahun ni aku buat kerja gila atas cadangan Mak aku, which was to further my study in MHRM (Masters in Human Resource Management). Selama 6 sem aku buat degree, aku tak pernah sekali pun bgthu result dkt parents aku. Haritu aku pegi amek mini transcript dgn Mak aku, lepastu dia tanya result so I told her lah, sampai bila aku nak simpan kan?

So, just a few days after that kebetulan 2nd intake utk apply masters dkt UiTM dibuka. Aku pun buat lah kerja gila, pergi beli number pin RM50 beb dkt BSN dan apply for MHRM.

Harini, kebetulan KL cuti so company aku cuti and interview utk masters ni today.

SUSAHHHHHHHHH.

Tu je lah hasil interview. Panel ada dua orang, both are doctors. Soalan yg dorang tanya aku :

1. Intro diri 2. Why jump2 from international biz to marketing to HR? 3. U have no experience studying hr formally, why and how are u gonna survive masters? 4. Whats yr final year project title? Tell us abt it 5. What do u plan to do for mini research during master? 6. Ok u wanna do research relating to ethical but u refer to incident in yr company which are mostly pnc (private and confidential), tell us how do u collect data for yr research if it's pnc? 7. You did Quantitative or qualitative research masa degree dulu? 8. Do u have yr research proposal ready? By now u should have, u know.

9. Explain which area of hr will u choose to do yr research? how do u approach the area with the very little knowledge that you have? 10. On what terms do u think a conduct is unethical? Bcz from my understanding that is relating to the product yr company manufactured, not the human in the company. thats not really HR problem. how? 11. U may have the interest but yr knowledge is not yet mature, u have idea how to finish yr master like this? 12. The fees is bla bla bla can u afford it? We are not talking abt rm1-2k here, this is a lot. How are u gonna fund yr study? 13. Yr parents? Why dont u try mybrain scholarship or etc? 14. U were doing research on students, in masters its going to be a different approach, how are u gonna do it?

Fuh, my heart boiled. To me it was the toughest interview yang aku pernah attend. Both panels were intimidating, questioning, provoking me with questions I didnt see coming.

Agak sedih dan rasa down bg aku bila dorang tanya soalan bertubi-tubi dan aku rasa jawapan aku bersepah dan tak solid. Ye lah, aku takda background HR pun. Setakat amek satu subject HR je, thats like learning ABC to the doctors.

Terkebil-kebil jugak aku nak jawab. Hampa dgn jawapan sendiri. Plus, they never told us that there will be English test. Dkt website and email tak cakap. Tapi dkt blogs ada la org tulis pengalaman dorg, cuma aku tak prnh baca, member aku yg ckp. Tapi English test tu senang. Where do you see yourself in 3 years after finishing masters?

Damn right, I’ll be teaching kids and thanking my lecturers back in Melaka. Cliche.

The panels were trying to instill in my brain that HR is hard in both industry and academically, I was like “can u not do that? that scares the shit out of me altho im well aware that no industry is easy la weyyyyy”.

Kalau ikut kan hati, nak je aku jawab “um...because i havent got any formal education in HR specifically lah im here, you genius doctorates”. hahaha. But ofcourse bcz they are more genius, they want a concrete idea than “what i want”.

HR ni byk kena membaca, byk terms, byk labor act kena hafal dan faham. Yeah2, not easy. dont tell me something that is obvious pls?

Oh btw I went into the interview room with a guy much older than me who has experience working in HR for 7 years but no formal edu in HR, he was graduate of landscape architecture from UIA. Both of us got roasted because we dont come from HR area hahahaha.

The shits I kept telling myself to ease out the stress a bit were :

- these doctors dont decide where i go, i am in control of my life.

- they may be the one giving me marks, but they certainly dont know my potential within the 30mins interview.

- if i got accepted, i am the one who will decide to fail or to score well, yes based on my effort, the rest is tawakal

- they may intimidate me, but the only person who can surpass the fear is me and what they say to intimidate me wont matter if i surpassed.

- they have zero control of how i will struggle while finishing the damn master.

- if i let what they say to intimidate me goes into my mind and it stays, im screwed.

- they can say shit, but this is my journey, i shall decide what is shit and what is not.

Basically, im saying these panels dont decide or dont matter and i cant give them power to decide that it is impossible for me to do MHRM just bcz i dont have the formal background, so i gotta know what’s ahead of me. the sleepless nights, the never ending reading in library, the hundreds of journals to read, the hundreds of notes to write and grasp. the lifeless life of a nerd. hahahaha.

The interview taught me TO NOT GIVE POWER TO OTHERS to decide your life, if you do, that is because :

- you are not well prepared

- you dont now what is ahead of you

- you dont have concrete strategy and emergency plan

- you dont have specific goals

These were what happened to me in the interview room, I wasnt expecting shits, hence I didnt realize that I gave power for them to intimidate me. Sad, it is.

Aku balik interview tadi, termenung lama dlm bilik lepastu menangis sendiri sebab rasa tak layak nak sambung masters, apatah lagi nak bergelar Doctor Anisah Ishak (PhD) satu hari nanti. Dgn pointer tak seberapa masa degree tu. Menangis beb. Anyway, kalau aku jd Dr. Anisah Ishak nanti hantaran kena RM50,000 kan? eh. hahahaha. ok iklan bergurau. Kau nak serious sgt, pegi duduk dlm court.

Aku tak tahu lah dapat ke tidak sambung MHRM ni. Hampa jugak lah kalau tak dapat walaupun aku takda lah nak sangaaaaaat sambung belajar, aku dah selesa kerja dapat gaji. Cuma aku akan hampa sbb ye lah, nampak sgt tak layak nak jadi pandai sikit dari dulu hahahahaha. Ah debor betul bila fikir benda ni.

Aku masih lagi rasa down and affected dgn interview tadi walaupun aku dah menidurkan diri. Aku rasa semakin tua, method menidurkan diri utk wash away the pain in my heart and mind dah semakin tak menjadi. Sigh, adulthood sucks.

Anyway, good luck utk siapa yg nak sambung masters dkt mana2, apa2 bidang pun. Remember, plan ahead, have concrete reasons, read more you lazy ass. hahahaha. AND NEVER GIVE POWER TO ANYONE TO INTIMIDATE YOU OF YOUR OWN LIFE PLAN. and dont hate them too, just let them be provoking, you do you, ok. ((pat my own shoulder))

Well, this is how I started my first day of February 2018.

Semoga aku tak menangis dalam mimpi pulak malam ni.

Doakan yang terbaik utk aku, geng. Thanks a lot!

- Nesa.

11.11pm

1st feb, 2018.

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ktrxs · 5 years

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Writing Retreat | GSD | 6

Live Blogging my Writing Retreat!

3:00 pm

So, I just ate half of a vegan protein cookie. I have Orange Tea that is made of so much shit that it doesn’t deserve to be called tea, but it’s yum. I opened my blinds to watch the snow. And I’m ready to get this writing retreat started.

Look. I know it’s 3pm and it’s kinda late to be starting a fucking writing retreat, but YOU DON’T KNOW MY LIFE. I woke up at 12:30pm. I exercised. And I usually clean a little, but I skipped that to focus on writing so there lol.

In regular people land, if regular people wake up at 6am, then it would 8:30am and a wonderful time to fucking start something. LMAO.

So the goal is to write 5 blog posts today. They must be good quality, around 2k words each and edited ready for publishing.

My plan is to throw up words, move on to the next one, throw up and then eventually come back around to edit and grammarly the fuck out of things.

I will also be live blogging this venture since live tweeting and blogging helps me stay focused a lot.

So, this post will be continuously updated.

4:40pm

Husband is home! I’m trying to stay concentrated until he leaves for nerd night in an hour.

I am still on my first post despite wanting to finish it up by 4. But, I have one more section to do and I’ll be moving on to the next one.

I’m at 2275 words and I think I started at 1,000. It’s a hefty one.

I have no clue what the next one is going to be. I have to look at my drafts. But, I must. finish. this. NOW

5:10pm

Okay blog post 1 is down and ready for edits. 2548 words. Damn.

I’m going to take a 20 minute break for food and such.

Next post is going to be about halloween costumes. What is this ahead of the game shit I’m playing? lol

5:50pm

Okay 2 veggie burgers and some leftover soup have been shoved into my face. Husband has left to be with the nerds. Kittys had their treats.

Now it’s time for business. Post #2. Now, this one is starting with 248 words. I’m going to try to beef it to 1,000. Let’s GO

7:50pm

Wow. fuck. That one took forever. I managed 938 words. It’s fine. LMAO.

I’m not sure if I’m going to make 5 posts tonight, but that’s okay because the whole point was to get my ass to writing.

I’m going to take a break. And hopefully, pound out another one.

8:40pm

Long ass break to wash some dishes, make soup and eat some oranges. I’m hoping to do one more post. Because 3/5 is still passing xD

Then, I’m going to work on the blog some more and then finally finish my poster.

Hopefully, I’ll be done by 11 because I got babies to feed and snuggle and a book to read in bed.

10:00pm

Alrighty so I’m done here. Husband is home. My Cookie cat was non-stop begging for my attention. He wasn’t satisifed until I spent 15 minutes petting him.

Soup got done. And now Teah wants attention. So, it’s time to get ready for sleeps.

I’m going to finish my poster and sign off.

I shall call this day a success! And I really want to put full-time hours into this business. 7 hours minus the breaks today. I want to work my way up to 8.

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scarletjedi · 7 years

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You know why I'm here. All of them. Write for me, my angel of writing! *slams hands into piano like the Phantom of the Opera*

you *shakes fist*

Fine. I’m not repeating myself, tho :P

and i’m putting this under a cut for length.

1. Describe yourself how you would describe a character you’re introducing

She entered the room like a riot, drawing the attention of everyone (She grins, and it stretches across her face, showing teeth, and most of the smiles that greet her are warm, but there are a few severe frowns on pinched faces, and you wonder). She’s loud when she moves, not her voice, though her laugh is...distinctive, a hearty sound that lifts to a delighted cackle--but her keys jangle at her belt, and her bracelets jingle at her wrist when she moves. She is always moving, a restless energy as she puts down her things and opens her laptop, her heel bouncing and making the table squeek. You realize that she can’t hear it, a discrete pair of headphones over her ears also explains the music you could have sworn you heard when she entered the room.

You watch as she works; even self-contained, she’s a distraction, a bright spot of color in the corner of the room. Her hair, as short as it is, is a shining blond that curls over her forehead like Superman, and the light catches off of the glitter at her eyes, on her nails, and she sparks in the periphery of your vision.

Something makes her frown, and the expression pulls at the corners of her mouth, crinkling her forehead and you realize that she’s older than you first thought, the worry lines comfortable on her face.

One of the others, the pinched faced older woman, goes over to her, and she begins to speak without greeting. It takes a minute for the bright spot to notice her, but she does, pulling her headphones from her ears and looking up with a perfectly pleasant expression. You’d even swear that smile reaches her eyes, if you couldn’t see the way the others, the smilers, all being to pay attention, as if expecting a show.

But instead, she simply stands, and next to the pinched woman, you can tell that she’s larger than she looks, taller and broader shoulders, with strong arms that brace on her hips, and her face is still pleasant, even as her body screams “fight me, Helen.”

The pinched woman finishes her say, and leaves, and the room feels brighter for it. She relaxes, dropping back down into the seat, and catches your eyes. She grins at you.

“Some fucking people,” she says, the laughter clear in her voice, and goes back to work.

2. Is there any specific ritual you go through while/before/after your writing?

depends on where I am and what I’m writing. I usually try to work in a clean space, so i’ll clear off my table/desk/etc, and if I can I’ll light a candle. I’ll put on music if i’m trying to meet a deadline.

Honestly, my most consistent ritual, is announcing my goal out loud. “Today, I’d like to get 2k words written” or “Today, I’d like to finish the next chapter”

It helps to give me direction, and allows me to take breaks when I’ve met my “goal” and *need* a break but feel frustrated and like I can’t stop even though nothing’s happening.

3. What is your absolute favorite kind of fic to write?

Well, I certainly have a penchant for time travel, lol.

I like to take ridiculous “crack” scenarios and treat them seriously.

4. Are there any other fic writers you admire? If so, who and why?

@determamfidd for her worldbuilding and delight, @poplitealqueen for her enthusiasm and drive, @deadcatwithaflamethrower for her prolific dedication, Speranza for always writing the fic that I didn’t know I needed and her characterization

5. How many words can you write if you sit down and concentrate intensely for an hour?

I can get about 700 words in 30 minutes, so...1400? I have trouble concentrating for a solid hour, however.

8. Why do you choose to write?

I think it’s funny that you think I have a choice.

I write because I need to, becuase I want to and like to, because I feel better when I do--because I have something to say, damnit, and this is the way I chose.

9. Do you ever have plans to write anything other than fic?

Yep! I have a novel in the revision stage (heavy fucking revision) and another, like, 3 in the planning stages. I also have a few short stories written under my pen name and plans for a novel under her name as well.

10. What inspires you the most?

well written fiction.

11. Weirdest thing you’ve ever written/thought about writing/etc.?

define weird. (No, seriously, I write fantasy and speculative fiction and magical realism. my bar for weird is *very* high)

12. A fix you wish you had written better, and why?

you mean a fic? Love Letters from Zelda Rubenstein. It’s not that I think it’s bad, but that fic was bigger in my head than it is on the page and that bothers me. (Then again, it was one of the first longer fics that I wrote, so there was a learning curve)

13. Favorite fic from another author?

have three -

Sansukh by Determamfidd (Tolkien)

Waking Dream by deadcatwithaflamethrower (Star Wars)

All the Angels and The Saints by Speranza (Marvel)

14. Your favorite side pairings to put in?

Depends on the fandom, and it varries by fic. Like, I will always write Obi-Wan in love with Qui-Gon, wether or not the relationship ever existed, and Jesse and Kix is always gonna happen for me. I think Luke and Biggs totally banged, and Percy and Oliver had a thing during fifth year. Harry and Ron never hooked up, but Harry *could* have loved Draco if Harry wasn’t Harry and Draco wasn’t Draco, and Ron was totally jealous of both Krum *and* Hermione.

I can’t “take away” a love interest from a character without giving them someone new. If I was to write Obikin, Padme is loved by Sabe, or all of the handmaidens. Stucky has Peggy happy elsewhere (Gabe Jones or Angie Motherfucking Martinelli).

16. Do you have structured ideas of how your story is supposed to go, or make it up as you write?

I have checkpoints - moments that I know will happen. I write them out, and then I play connect the dots.

17. Would yo describe yourself as a fast writer?

I used to. Now, I’m not so sure. I’m faster in the summer than in the winter, that’s for sure.

18. How old were you when you started writing?

I have a journal with Muppet Baby fanfiction, and the handwriting puts be in early grade school, like first or second grade.

I published for the first time on ff.net at 15/16.

19. Why did you start writing?

Because if nobody was going to write the stuff I wanted to read, I would have to do it myself.

20. 4 sentences from your work that you’re proud of

Here, from my most recent “Attachments”

When Luke saw Biggs next, he was decked out in orange, and they were both on their way to run against the Empire’s superweapon. He ignored the pulsing threats that hummed in the back of his mind in the same place where he had seen and not seen the blaster remote. When Biggs died in the shower of sparks, Luke told himself that the aching darkness in his heart was just grief.

He was never very good at believing his own lies.

#fic meme #poplitealqueen

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How can you write so muuuuuuuuch?! Any tips?

You gotta makewriting a habit; I think that’s the most important thing. Sit downevery day and write. Seta goal for that day and don’t stop until you reach it.

I try to reach aweekly word-count of 8k words, so Monday to Thursday I write 1k wordsper day. I usually start at 7pm and my goal is to be finished by 9pm.On good days I am done by 7:30, on bad days I can easily reach 9pm.

Doesn’t matter –I get my 1k words one way or another.

Saturday throughSunday my daily goal is 2k. Usually I write the first thousand in bedafter waking up while having a cup of coffee. There’s no rush andit’s my favorite writing time! Often I write more than the firstthousand without even noticing!

The other thousand Iwrite in my usual writing time between 7 to 9pm.

If I don’t reachmy goal on any of those days for whatever reason (I am sick,something happens at work, I have to be somewhere) I use Friday tocatch up, otherwise Friday is free of writing and I can relax.

Friday is also theday I update and this way I can read the new comments on Saturday!It’s a great way to motivate myself to get going Saturday morning!

That way 8k wordsare no problem, I usually get even more (I am currently around 6kwords ahead of my schedule in Prince Of Los Santos even though I tooklast Sunday off!)

But I know that’sinsanely difficult in the beginning.

When I started itwas hell to stay motivated, to stick to my schedule. I procrastinateda lot but in the end I stuck with it.

I bought myself acalendar and would note down my words for each day. It helped to seehow far I’ve come and then I started to race myself because hey –I managed to write 30k last month; this month might be one dayshorter but I surely can beat that, right?

In the end I onlytook 8 days off in my first year – through to being sick, abirthday, or more important things like exams. Never once because ofwriter’s block.

The only realwriter’s block I had since then was last November.

I started at my newwork place, had to leave behind my lovely colleagues but mostimportant – I had to reschedule. My working hours had change and mywriting time from 9 to 11pm just wouldn’t cut it anymore.

I found it stupidlyhard to start writing at 7pm even though it was only a 2 hoursdifference. Worst of all – after I fought through those words andwas finally able to relax… come 9pm I’d start panicking andchecking if I had my daily word count.

Habit is weird likethat.

It took me around 2weeks to get used to this new schedule and it was a mess. But nowit’s as easy as ever!

If I remembercorrectly I started with 250 words daily which took me forever. TodayI would literally need 10 minutes for that.

It gets easier overtime and sure enough I have days when the words just won't come outbut they are rare and I usually still get my words done even if ittakes longer than usually. If it really won't work I am usuallyalready ahead of my schedule and just count those words.

So yeah, start withthat.

#I hope that helps?#If you got any questions lemme know #Anon #asks

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