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somegrumpynerd · 2 months
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Truce au part 6 - Time to tell the teams
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nextinline-if · 10 months
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I’m supposed to be writing slow burns but the scene I wrote this morning is not that. Guess I need to scrap it 😭
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stevie-petey · 1 month
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hey babes :) i’m currently writing my first ever like 30k+ two part fic at the moment, and you’re sooo good at making your stories flow so nicely. so i’m just asking, any tips ?
hi dear !!
first n foremost: good luck !! writing longer chapters is always daunting and honestly i dont necessarily have a System, but heres what i do:
1) i have a detailed outline that basically serves as a skeleton of what i want to write. it has all the details i need and i make sure to write down any dialogue i have in mind, especially for key scenes. i find that it helps me pace if i know exactly what happens next and how. heres an excerpt from when i wrote bug realizes she loves jon !!
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2) outline aside, it helps to have a good idea of where exactly the fic is going overall ! come home is my first ever full fic series, ive always struggled with pacing and maintaining a steady story, but with come home shes different. ive known exactly whats going to happen in all the seasons since season 1 !! i love this because i can make callbacks to certain scenes/themes and it makes the story feel soooo much more cohesive
3) and finally: just have fun with it tbh. its YOUR fic ! and i also found that with time and practice writing in this universe, ive become faster with my writing and my style has really solidified within it. however there are still days where i delete and rewrite a chapter so much because it doesnt feel Right, so take ya time and just remember that its for fun n that the finish product will be amazing regardless because you put so much time n energy into it <3
i yapped a lot so i so sincerely hope this helped <333
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deervsheadlights · 9 months
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cosmic oddities besties what if i told you the next chapter was almost ready. would you believe me
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autumn-may · 4 months
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Mostly spoiler free summary of my viewing experience
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simonstamenovic · 2 months
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this episode made us physically ill
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ruporas · 10 months
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kiss (ID in alt text)
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chalkrub · 7 months
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svanhildr my beloved returns
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catcze · 7 months
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Wriothesley can hear your loud stomps from a mile away as you furiously speed-walk to his office door like a bloodhound trailing a scent. Even if not for that, the way that you bang your fist on the door is enough to grab his attention.
"WRIOTHESLEY." Comes booming in from the other side of the door. It's thick wood. He wonders how deaf he would have gone if the door hadn't protected him. The door (the thick, supposedly impenetrable door) rattles on its hinges like a screen in a hurricane when you try to kick it again. "DID YOU EAT MY DONUTS."
It's not even an accusation at that point. It's practically a declaration of war.
"WRIOTHESLEY!" You yell so loudly a group of guards turning the corner down the hall scramble back the way they came. "Open up, jackass!"
Wriothesley, knowing he cannot escape the consequences of his actions, merely settles deeper into his chair as he drinks his tea. His last meal. Drink. Similar thing.
The door keeps rattling as you yell profanities at him, until one of his traitorous guards approaches you hesitantly, saying not a single word but offering up the spare key to his office with shaky hands, head low and aggressively avoiding eye contact.
"Oh!" you say, demeanor switching immediately, losing the intimidating glint in your eye as you gingerly take the key. You smile kindly. "Thank you very much!"
Then you turn back to the door, the threat of violence in your eye as you wield the key like a weapon of war, inserting it into the keyhole and twisting it with a dark finality. The guard wonders if they should fear for their superior's wellbeing.
Wriothesley looks up from his newspaper as you close the door ominously behind you, somehow maintaining a blasé facadé even while staring down certain death.
"Well?" you prompt him, eye twitching like a stressed villain from a kid's cartoon show. You round on him in an instant, too quick for him to escape. Somehow, he keeps up his poker face. "Care to explain where my donuts went, Duke of Meropide?"
"I didn't eat them," He deadpans, staring you right in the eye. He pointedly does not acknowledge the white powdered sugar on his face.
"There's white powdered sugar on your face."
"Ah. So there is."
Another cartoony villain eye twitch. "Want to try that again?"
"...I love you?"
"And I love you. Last chance, though."
And he folds like a lawn chair. Wriothesley knows this is a fight he can't win. Even Neuvillette would tell him it's best to just kick the bucket and plead guilty at this point. He sighs breaking eye contact first like a wolf with its tail between its legs.
"Okay, I'll buy you another dozen of them."
You cross your arms, staring at him. He sighs.
"Another two dozen."
You soften just the slightest bit, coming close to perch on his lap and lean into his space. Instinctively, his arms come to wrap around your middle, pulling you against him.
"And?"
Wriothesley leans forward too, enough for your foreheads to touch. You can feel the breath of his sigh against your lips.
"And you have my sincerest apologies for taking your things. In my defense, I thought they were mine at first.”
“Apology accepted,” you say, satisfied, and peck him quickly on the lips. Before it can turn into anything else though, you’re springing up from his lap. Ignoring the disappointed furrow in his brow and the way his arms have still not moved from their position holding you earlier, you take his hand and pull him up from his chair with such startling enthusiasm and surprising strength that it has him stumbling for a second. You pull him towards the door regardless.
“C’mon, you’re making good on that apology right now, Wrio! Hope you finished your work!”
And no, technically he hasn’t finished his work. But he already knows that you’ve got him wrapped around your finger, and that pushing that work to tomorrow wouldn’t hurt. Probably. Whatever— it’d be worth it.
So he just sighs and gives the palm resting in his a squeeze and let’s himself be pulled along. You squeeze back.
“As long as you let me have a few. Those were pretty good.”
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wolvesandvisions · 9 months
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to anyone who draws and experiences wrist pain like I do i. I figured out the blindspot to solving the pain. maybe this is obvious but whatever. im honestly I'm frustrated at myself for not knowing sooner bcs I was an athlete for so long. but what always confused and frustrated me was that no matter how much i stretched the pain wasnt going away
people always linked n shared resources to stretches and it'd give me temporary relief but not deal with the issue especially not any longer than the time it took me to stretch.
u do have to stretch. but u ALSO HAVE TO WORK OUT YOUR ARMS.
the reason we are hurting so much is because that muscle is doing a lot of repetitive and strenuous motion but the whole length of your arms and wrists aren't strong enough to withstand that much work.
u cant just stretch. buy a set of light-ish weights and just pick a set of wrist and arm workouts u like. do them often. stretch and do those work outs. i really dont even think it matters which you do I do a combination of this and this
just pick ones u like that are good for you, working out can be fun and not miserable i promise. do it. save ur wrists. my life has changed, i still feel pain but ive been able to work and not be ready to cry the next day from daring to try
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handweavers · 11 months
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idk why so many people act so strange when faced w people who travel alone, go to restaurants alone, etc. and the idea of someone doing these things alone is always a comedy beat in tv shows and such, characters are always agonizing about having to go somewhere alone, people irl are usually shocked when they encounter someone travelling alone, eating alone, there is judgement there, blah blah. its very silly. you mean you never go to a restaurant alone just to have a meal? go somewhere because you want to go there, regardless of whether others want to join you, whether it's 20 mins from your house or hours away from home? another country, if you're someone who has the means to travel? it's really not that serious lol
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hughmanbean · 4 months
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False Corpse and Supposed Defilings of a Collegue and Child
So, we all love misunderstandings and miscommunication. Obviously. So, Danny's ghost form is very much frozen at 14, and he is working with the Justice League on the basis of Ghostly MattersTM. He was able to make a duplicate of himself for class because he had to help the League with a very important matter with guidance from Vlad, but it was very much rushed and just outright died at the end after it got back.
So Vlad has to bury it, but someone sees him doing that. Anyone, really. Dash, Lancer, Val, someone not in the know. And Danny isn't seen for a while. The League do not think Danny is an immortal God, and "know" he's a dead trans boy from Illinois who wants to save people.
He makes offhand remarks about Vlad, and even if the two of them are on good terms now Vlad's actions seem outright despicable without context. Danny's used to Vlad's ridiculousness so he doesn't see him in that light and can't really conceptualize that it could even be considered.
"You know how it was, obsessed with me and my mom, despised my dad. Said I took after her."
"Oh you know, he made a daughter with me, not that I had a choice in it. I love her with all my heart, though."
"Yeah, he was a real fruitloop. Ranting about I would be his and all that."
This is very much concerning so the League, so they investigate, and the person who saw lets it slip. They also do spot Ellie, and she just chats with Danny's work friends she heard so much about. Doesn't outright say she talks with Danny still, or she knows him presently. Says how much she loves her papa, and hasn't seen her dad in forever. (A collective wince from the JL since, well, said dad is dead.) Mentions how Vlad's a bit stressed, probably from DalvCO contracts. They also see Vlad acting so goody goody with the Fentons, take that as you will.
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badlydrawnronpa · 4 months
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i love how this blog called "badly drawn" while like some of these doodles are better than my finished sketches lol
HEY
NO SELF DEPRECATION ABOUT YOUR ART SKILLS IN THIS HOUSE
ANGIE ATTACK
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lotuslate · 5 months
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They are about to snoo mimimi after a long day of being completely in love with each other!
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ryllen · 7 months
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together let's go to the mountain ⛰️
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simaraknows · 2 months
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one of the many things that keep me awake at night re: ofmd S2 is that us Izzy people have long argued that his hostility towards Lucius in s1 could be very much read as "your softness has no place in a world like this, you're going to get in serious trouble if you don't change, on any other ship you'd be fucked, I've learned this the hard way why are you being so stupid" and back in S1 none of us expected that to actually become a plot point and then S2 came around and slapped us over the head with "the second Lucius leaves the Revenge he goes through absolute trauma city and when he rejoins the crew, he is bitter and angry and hardened just like Izzy was in S1" and... like... I just want to lock them in a room and make them talk through their trauma ok
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