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donttouchmeimwriting · 3 years

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Argo ch. 3

Friday the 13th - Friendship/Romance - Jason Voorhees/OC M/M ship

2983 words, 3rd person POV

I'm just as surprised as you are that I'm cranking these out so fast. Thanks, NaNoWriMo!

Cross-posting on FFN under PyroTheWereCat

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Saturday dragged so sluggishly for Jason as he waited impatiently to visit Lijah again. He spent the day stalking the outskirts of the camp, trying to watch Lijah as he worked. He was fascinated by Lijah's effect on others; it was clearly shown that it wasn't just Jason who was compelled to change behavior simply by listening to him. The kids loved him, and he was popular with the other counselors as well. Jason caught himself daydreaming a few too many times of being one of them and being able to spend the day with Lijah out in the open like they could.

During one of these moments, Jason stared off across the surface of the lake, the sunlight sparkling across the ripples in the water. He wondered what would have happened over a decade ago if Lijah had been at the camp with him...would the other kids have been enraptured by his presence and listened to him then? Would Jason and Lijah have become friends as quickly as children as they had as adults? Or was it their personal experiences that drew them together now and they were all the better for it?

"Enjoying the view?"

Jason spun to face the speaker, relieved it was only Lijah. Lijah laughed at his reaction and looked out across the lake to see what Jason was seeing.

"It is gorgeous out here, isn't it?" he sighed, his expression dreamy, "I've worked at a few different camps over the years but I think Crystal Lake is my favorite."

Jason's heart still pounded in his chest, despite the surprise having worn off. Why was he so nervous to stand here next to Lijah like this? Did the others feel this way around him too?

"Oh, hey!" Lijah said suddenly, pointing down at the nearest dock where two campers and another counselor stood, "That's Terry and Kira over there with Julie. Kira was bullying Terry since day one of camp, saying she looked ratty and pushing her down - you know, stupid kid insults like that. Terry didn't want to be a tattletale, so she wouldn't say who was picking on her, even though we all knew. The director has a rule that we can't interfere unless the kids come forward so we were stuck for a little while. The other counselors and I came up with a detective game to make Kira realize she was doing something wrong and hurtful and she came forward on her own yesterday to admit it. She's been doing great today at making up with Terry and I think they'll be friends really soon. It's so cool what a little positive reinforcement can do."

Lijah crossed his arms over his chest and gazed proudly out at the two kids, but Jason couldn't stop staring at Lijah. What was it he was feeling right now? Impressed at his ability to handle bullies in a way that the counselors when he was a child never could, certainly, but what else? What was it about Lijah that made Jason want to throw his machete in the lake and never hurt anyone again?

"What's up?" Lijah asked, noticing Jason staring at him, "Did I say something wrong?"

Jason shook his head, but could not tear his eyes away. Lijah had his hair tied back today, pulling it off of his neck and away from his face. There was sweat around his hairline, sticking strands of hair to him in tiny swirls and lines. His freckles were more pronounced in the daylight, and his tanned skin almost glowed, even in the shade of the trees. To Jason, this view was much more appealing than the lake.

"Alrighty then," Lijah said, shrugging it off, "Anyway, I just wanted to say hi since I saw you hanging around up here, but I gotta get back to my group. I'm seeing you tonight, right?"

Jason nodded fervently, excited by every second he got to spend with Lijah. Lijah smiled broadly and waved as he set off back to the camp.

"See you later, Jase!" he called.

Jason gave a small wave back, his stomach full of butterflies. He decided he didn't care why he was feeling this way or what it was about Lijah he liked so much. He felt immeasurably and inexplicably happy for the first time in a long time and he didn't want to overthink it. After all, wasn't that what his mother wanted for him?

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Jason returned to cabin 5 that evening a little earlier than planned. The sun had set, but the sky was still relatively light and the camp was winding down from the day. Jason looked through the bedroom window, but Lijah was not in there yet. He tested the window to see if it was unlocked, and to his luck, it was. He checked his surroundings to ensure no one would see him struggle to squeeze through the narrow opening. It was embarrassing enough that Lijah had to see it last night. The coast was clear, so Jason pushed himself into the bedroom, nearly getting stuck in the process. Once inside, he straightened up and closed the window so bugs would not get in. It struck him as he looked around that he was in Lijah's private room alone.

A little snooping couldn't hurt, right? Jason allowed his eagerness to drive his actions as he explored Lijah's room. He first looked in the dresser drawers to see what other clothes Lijah had besides his work shirts and shorts. From the brief snoop, it seemed that Lijah liked light, muted colors and pants with deep pockets. He also seemed to be a fan of chunky bracelets and wristbands, probably to camouflage and support his delicate wrists.

From there, Jason moved to the books on top of the dresser. Adventure novels, a couple college textbooks in the subjects Lijah had specified as his course of study, some notebooks, including the one Jason had used to communicate with last night, and one romance, all paperbacks that looked well used. Curious about the romance novel, Jason flipped through the pages. Mother never had these kinds of books at home, so he wasn't sure what to expect. His eyes fell upon a passage that described a kiss between the heroine and her strapping, yet emotionally manipulative love interest:

"...her cerulean orbs meeting his stormy grey ones in a passionate stare before their lips collided in a kiss so fiery, so full of desire, it would warm the hardened coals of even Wyatt's darkened heart. Charlie swooned into his massive arms, surrendering herself to his rough touch. Wyatt growled into the kiss, his stubble scratchy against her smooth face, but not unbearable. He gripped the back of her neck possessively, but Charlie knew it was part of his insecurity in that he never wanted to let her go. Funny, she thought before the intensity of the kiss forced her mind to become a blank slate of ecstasy, He won't talk about his abandonment issues, but I can feel them here in his kiss..."

Jason set the book down, frowning. Did Lijah really see himself in this Wyatt character? It didn't seem right, but it probably wasn't important. Jason turned instead to the notebooks, but they were mostly blank aside from sparse doodles, camp schedules, and Jason's shaky handwriting. He put the notebooks back where they were and opened the door to the rest of the cabin.

Across from this door was the door to the bathroom, but Jason didn't need that at the moment, so he ignored it and proceeded left down a short hallway to the living area. The hallway opened up to a tiny kitchen and dinette on the right and an ancient, faded couch with a rickety coffee table and an old antenna TV and VCR atop it. This area was not as bright and full of Lijah's personality as the bedroom was, but Jason figured that was to be expected. His own bedroom at home was a reflection of what few interests and hobbies he had. The bedroom was a sanctuary for the individual, and held a piece of their soul. At least, that's what a bedroom should be. Mother had told Jason all about the filthy, lecherous activities young people would get up to in bedrooms. Only a married couple should share a bed, she had told him. It was a sin otherwise.

Feeling slightly hungry, Jason made for the short refrigerator, needing to squat down to see its contents. A couple sandwiches wrapped in plastic occupied one shelf with a handful of apples on the lower shelf, some cans of soda on the door. Jason reached for one of each, hoping to finish them before Lijah returned to avoid accidentally showing him his face. He brought the food to the couch and sat down, his weight causing the seat to sink lower than it was meant to. He removed his mask and devoured the sandwich and apple as quickly as he could, feeling somewhat like a ravenous raccoon. He cracked open the soda can and chugged it, realizing too late that it was a bad idea to drink a carbonated beverage so fast. Bubbles surged up through his nose and he sputtered, covering his face so he did not spray soda everywhere. He coughed and gagged, but the feeling soon went away. He made a mental note to drink anything bubbly as slow as possible, but preferred the idea of never having soda again. It was too sweet for him anyway.

Finished with the meal, Jason located a small trash can at one end of the kitchen and disposed of the remains. He pulled his mask back on just as he heard the front door to the cabin open. He tensed, preparing for a fight, but it was Lijah, alone, who gave a start upon seeing Jason's towering figure in his living room.

"Oh gosh, you got me again!" he cried out, laughing nervously, "You're here early."

Jason nodded once and watched as Lijah locked up and set down the pack he was carrying near the door.

"Are you hungry?" he asked, a tiredness in his voice that worried Jason. Would he be able to stay up tonight? Did he stay up too late last night? Jason shook his head and pointed to the refrigerator, silently telling Lijah he had found the food. Lijah yawned.

"Oh, good," he said, shuffling towards the bedroom, "Sorry, I'm a little worn out from today. We can still hang out, but I might crash a little earlier than last night if that's okay."

Jason nodded and followed him. Lijah turned to the dresser and tilted his head at the stack of books.

"You checked out the romance novel?" he asked, disbelief in his voice, "Huh, didn't see that one coming. It's not very good, but it was free, so I figured why not, y'know?"

So Lijah didn't choose that book for the plot, Jason realized. That made much more sense. Lijah opened the drawers and retrieved a stack of clothes, brushing by Jason to head to the bathroom.

"You can relax in the bedroom if you want for about fifteen minutes while I shower," he said, stifling another yawn, "I'll try to get my bedtime routine done quick so we have some time together."

Jason had no problem with waiting for him to prepare for bed. He was happy just to be in the same building with him and not anxiously wonder where he was like before. Jason sat on the edge of the bed, having grabbed the notebook and pencil he'd used yesterday in preparation for the conversation he would be having tonight. He heard the shower turn on in the bathroom, and an unwelcome thought of what Lijah looked like in there sprung into Jason's mind. Startled by this, Jason shook himself. What was he thinking? His mother's warning about college aged young adults surfaced and he wondered, horrified, if these thoughts would consume his brain like the counselors he'd killed or if he could fight them and keep his head clear and pure. What would happen to him if he couldn't get rid of them?

Jason struggled with this fear until the sound of the water stopped and he heard Lijah moving around in the bathroom. He squeezed the edges of the notebook to ground himself. What would Mother say if she knew what he was thinking about? Realistically, she would probably forbid him from coming back here and have him read Bible passages until the thoughts went away. Mother knew what was best for Jason.

Lijah entered the room once he was done in the bathroom, his hair still damp and his cheeks slightly flushed from the steam. He wore a loose fitting navy blue t-shirt with an unfamiliar logo on the chest and green plaid boxers. He brought with him a wonderful, clean scent of shampoo and mint flavored toothpaste. Jason wrote on a fresh page of the notebook,

"feel better?"

Lijah hummed in agreement, stretching his arms over his head until his shoulders softly popped.

"Nothing like a hot shower to take the day off and get you ready for bed," he said, climbing up onto the mattress next to Jason, "How's your day been?"

Jason thought about it, but didn't want to be too honest that he had pretty much just been waiting all day for this meeting. He wrote,

"did alot of walking. liked what u said about the bully. ur really good with kids."

Lijah waved him off modestly.

"Aw, that wasn't just me," he replied sheepishly, "I can't take all the credit. All of us counselors worked together on that. They're a good group of people. I'm glad I got the chance to work with them."

Jason tilted his head to one side, his interest piqued by this statement. So all the counselors were good, not just Lijah? Would Jason even need to kill anyone this year, or had the nightmare of wicked counselors finally ended? He wondered what his life would become if he didn't come here to kill every summer. It would probably be much like last year, quiet and content with his mother, having everything they needed and just going day to day, living the life she built for them. But Jason knew he couldn't live that life now. He wanted his life to include his new friend, and he wasn't sure how he could do that, with Lijah going back to college at the end of the summer and moving into an apartment somewhere probably far away.

Lijah tilted his head to mirror Jason and catch his attention.

"What's on your mind, big guy?" he asked. Jason considered his next few words and decided to avoid the topic. He wrote,

"u said u had a sister rite? tell me about her?"

Lijah's entire face lit up with a huge smile and his joy was so infectious, Jason couldn't resist matching the expression.

"Phoebe!" he exclaimed, "She's the best little sister anyone could hope for. We're thirteen years apart, so I'm pretty protective of her, and it was really hard for me to go away to college and leave her behind. I call home once a week and send her letters every month of cool stuff I've learned or seen. She likes bugs and dolls and dinosaurs. Our parents won't let her see Jurassic Park though - that's a scary movie about dinosaurs - but I think she can handle it. She's a tough kid. Definitely way tougher than I was at her age. I used to get beat up in school for being, uh, different."

Jason felt a surge of protectiveness for Lijah, though he didn't know who had hurt him. How could anyone even want to hurt someone like Lijah? He curled his fingers into the bedspread, fists shaking with anger. Lijah noticed and addressed it,

"Hey, it was years ago; don't worry about it! Besides, I'm a lover, not a fighter. I'd rather solve my problems with communication than violence."

Jason nodded and forced himself to relax. What was he going to do anyway? Find the bullies and kill them even though they probably haven't been anywhere near Lijah in years? Stupid. Jason tried to explain his thoughts by writing,

"sorry bullies make me real mad. i got bullied to."

Lijah offered a sympathetic look. He moved a hand towards Jason, but rethought the action and stopped, biting his lip.

"I bet they wouldn't mess with you now though!" he said instead, trying to look at the bright side, "I bet they'd take one look at how tall and muscular you got and run away. The machete helps too."

Jason grimaced under the mask. That probably wouldn't be the only reason they ran away...Still, Lijah meant well and he couldn't blame him for trying. It was more effort than anyone had put in before, and that was worth something.

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The conversation continued for a short while, but Lijah soon began nodding off. In one of their quiet moments, Jason looked over and saw Lijah slumped on his pillows, sound asleep. Jason sighed and took that as his cue to leave. He rose from the bed and set down the notebook on the dresser. He looked back at Lijah, bemused by his awkwardly scrunched limbs and his face pressed unflatteringly into the pillows, before turning off the light and leaving through the window to let him sleep.

It was moments like these that Jason was beginning to dislike his heightened energy levels during night time. It worked great for serial killing, but not so much for spending time with a friend. But he was beginning to have a hope and some confidence that things would work out and that he and Lijah would find some sort of rhythm together.

#friday the 13th fanfiction #friday the 13th #jason voorhees #canon/oc #slasher fanfiction #slashers #argo fic

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the-narwhals-awaken · 2 years

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8, 16 and 20 for the ask game! 💕

8. what's your favorite genre to write? it's a mix, like a lot of things I answer are, but I like cosmic horror, fantasy (whatever the subgenre is that involves dragons and magic but some rules present about both), and adventure. Less specifically, I enjoy writing the little moments- times where the characters just get to have fun, even if it doesn't advance the plot. In my current WIP, there's a joke that's going on how two of the main characters doctor their coffee enough that literally nobody else can drink it, and I enjoy going back to it- whether it's just a moment, a mention, or a full scene where people drink it and then regret it.

16. Are there any characters that haunt you? It depends. If by 'haunt' you mean that they stick in my brain with regret, then no, not really. My current WIP characters do follow me around and give me more ideas than I can physically write, but that's why I do it- when they're gone, then and only then can I be done with a project. Some do come bouncing in and bug me, though, and it's only the fact that I organize my open tabs way more than most people do that means that I can see them and know where everything is.

20. Do you write in long sit-down sessions or little spurts? Long sit-down sessions for sure. When I was doing NaNoWriMo, I sat down pretty much every evening and typed until I hit my word count. Now, it's less structured, but if I'm writing I usually write through a go of my playlist or until something else happens that I need to deal with. Sometimes it means I'm busy enough that I don't write that day, but considering a good half of my outline never makes it to paper, it's better for me to just sit down and dedicate time to writing then bouncing back and forth to get a few phrases or paragraphs down.

#ask game #asked and answered #writing

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bluerosette23 · 4 years

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Maribat MASTERLIST ~ Pg3

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jadeile-writes · 3 years

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Fanfic Progress Update 90

Hello, dear readers~ It’s Saturday again, so time to see how little I’ve managed to accomplish this week! Stay tuned for a spoilery glimpse into the next chapter of Adventure Gone Mini at the end of the post.

Current WIPs:

Adventure gone Mini

Fandom: Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild / The Minish Cap

Summary: Sidon is given his very own Sheikah Slate, the first replica Purah has managed to make, and sets out to travel with Link with the intention of registering warp points for convenient travel in the future. However, when a malfunction shrinks them down to the size of bugs, and they meet little people called the Minish, they have to change their plans from “fun adventuring” to “getting out of this mess”. Not that those two have to exclude one another. Link/Sidon.

Progress: Chapter 45 is the current latest chapter and was posted on 11th of November. Chapter 46 has been started, and the scheduled posting date is 2nd of December.

I post a new chapter every three weeks on Wednesdays, except when I don’t manage to. These updates always include a sneak-peek for the next chapter, slowly getting longer over the three weeks waiting period.

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Experiment in Romance

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Summary (temporary): Husk’s afterlife takes an odd turn when a drunk Alastor knocks on his door and has no intention of going to his own room for the night. It only gets weirder from there, leaving Husk with a most unexpected arrangement with the Radio Demon. Either it’ll be the best decision in his afterlife, or he’s simply out to break his own damn heart dealing with the fickle asshole. Radiohusk.

Progress: Chapter 1 is ready. Chapter 2 is still about ¾ths done. No progress this week. I’m considering NaNoWriMo-ing this sucker to give myself some pressure to get this done sometime (tho with the goal of just writing like a maniac, no particular word count in mind). So far, I’m failing like a champ!

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Hah! Our afterlife is the most hilarious bushwa, dearest

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Summary: This is not a stand-alone story! This is a oneshot/drabble collection in the universe as “Shit, the Radio Demon is a part of my afterlife”. Read the main story before bothering with this one.

I decided to give my readers a chance to throw Radiohusk prompts at me, and had the Afterlife-verse as an option to set the stories in. Everyone liked that, so this fic is now a thing. Enjoy the extra mischief from these two dorks!

Progress: Chapter 26 is the current latest chapter and was posted on 28th of August. Good news! Chapter 27 has been started! Bad news... I’ve written literally just one paragraph. But um... at least I have a solid idea and the doc is not empty now, so yay, progress!

I have 12 prompts left.

This fic receives a new chapter every Friday, except when it doesn’t.

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Other WIPs I’m not currently working on but intend to get back to someday:

PoE Drabbles (Pillars of Eternity)

DC Drabbles (Justice League)

Diaphanous Relations (Forgotten Realms, R.A. Salvatore’s books)

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That’s it for the WIPs! Here’s the promised sneak-peek into Adventure gone Mini (Note: the text may end up slightly different in the fic itself due to more editing happening before publishing). Enjoy!

Mini

Link paid approximately zero attention to the rest of the pictures on the walls, making a beeline to the treasure chests resting in the midpoint of the platform, which seemed to circle right back to the beginning along the opposite wall. At least that meant their choice of which stairs to take had been more or less irrelevant and they could just complete the circle and go back down instead of going back to the beginning and climbing up another set of stairs. Less exciting, but better time-wise.

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That’s it this time. See you next Saturday!

Links:

My AO3 My FFnet My Ko-fi Radiohusk Discord Group invitation

#Fanfic progress update

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duhragonball · 4 years

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Nanwum IV toolboxkit

I have a love/hate relationship with the word “tool”. On the one hand, tools are awesome. I like holding a big screwdriver and thinking about all the screws I can loosen with it. I ordered a thing at work yesterday and I can’t wait for it to arrive. There’s a rush of power in knowing some object will solve a bunch of problems. Look out, screws.

On the other hand, it annoys me how people use the term “tool” in a more abstract sense, like statistical “tools” or using a flow chart to figure out what to do. I can’t hold any of that crap, so calling it a tool feels like a bait-and-switch. But I can appreciate the power of the term. If you can liken a thing to a power drill, then you have my attention.

Anyway, this weekend is for making preparations for National Novel Writing Month, which starts next Sunday, so I thought it would be useful to go over the stuff that I use to get me through it.

1) The NaNoWriMo website.

Back in 2017, I seriously considered not even bothering with the website, because I figured it had nothing to offer. I’m the one doing all the work, right? But tracking progress is an effective motivator, and I like being able to see a chart that shows how well I’m doing. There’s some bugs in it. For some reason it doesn’t show my Camp Nano April 2018 as being complete, and when I tried to fix it, it doubled the word count instead.

It’s also useful for where I’m at today. Now that I’ve done this thing a few times, I can measure current performance against past years. November 2018 was my personal best, so I’m going to use that as a model for this year. I don’t need to beat 2018-me, but I do need to remind myself that I’ve performed this well in the past.

2) George R. R. Martin motivational desktop wallpaper.

I started doing this as a joke, but looking at this dude sitting at his computer, not writing is a much more powerful motivator than I ever thought possible. The idea is that if I minimize the writing window to do something else, I have to look this dude in the eye before I can look up Robocop clips on YouTube. I’ve had months where I was struggling to meet the goal, and then I went “Oh, yeah, I forgot to change my desktop pic, and it pushes me over the finish line. It’s like Popeye eating spinach.

Now the Tone Police will take issue with something like this, and call it arrogant. “How dare you put down a highly successful fantasy author just to make yourself feel confident,” they’ll say as they wag their finger. “Don’t you care that you might be making procrastinators feel bad?” To that I say: fuck’em.

See, I’m a world-class procrastinator in my own right. I have to get hyped for this stuff every year, because that’s the only way I can build up enough momentum to see it through. Like all Sith Lords, I have to call upon all of my emotions -- fear, anger, pride, fernweh -- to fuel the creative monster. I don’t make a dime on this, so if I can’t take some bloody satisfaction out of it then what’s the point?

I’m pretty sure George doesn’t even know I do this, but in case he’s reading this, let me address him specifically: George, I’ve cranked out three of these Nanwums and you still haven’t finished Winds of Winter, which is well on its way to becoming the Duke Nukem Forever of modern fantasy. I don’t know if you got soft, like Rocky in Rocky IV, or maybe you’ve lost your confidence like Rocky in Rocky III, but you have to kindle a fire under your ass, even if it’s a silly fire, like fear of dying before the book goes to print, or getting it done just to spite assholes like me. But find something and use it.

3) Kenny Omega vs. Sonny Kiss, AEW Dynamite 10/21/2020

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This was a first-round match in a tournament for the right to challenge for the AEW World title, and it was Kenny’s big return to singles action, so I guess the idea here was to make him look strong by having him crush Sonny Kiss in under 15 seconds. I’ve seen blowouts in wrestling before, but this one speaks to me on a different level, and I’m sorely tempted to swap out my GRRM image with this shot of in-the-zone Kenny Omega.

Because I feel this right now. This isn’t like last year or the year before, where I got behind working on stuff in October so I wasn’t fully prepared. I got all caught up a few weeks ago, and I have eight days to get ready. I haven’t written a thing in weeks, and I’m itching to get back to it. I want a big Day One total to start the month off, and seeing this match makes me want to aim even higher than 7000 words. Can I hit 10,000 in one day? The Cleaner sure thinks so. Clapclap-clap clap clap.

4) Focus Writer

You can check it out for yourself at https://gottcode.org/focuswriter/

The main selling point for Focus Writer is that it can be used for “distraction free” writing, in that it’s default setting makes it tricky to minimize the window to do other stuff. But I turned that off a while back. For my purposes, I just need the word counter.

One thing I learned while editing work instead of writing from scratch is that you can just set the word count goal to 100 words. That way, the percentage displayed at the bottom of the screen will keep track of how many words you’ve written in that session. So if you write 1275 new words, the counter will say 1275%.

I used to set actual goals, like 3500 words for the day or whatever, but I found myself constantly trying to calculate what 53% of that is, and that ended up being a huge distraction in itself. So now I just stick to the 100 word “goal” and use it to track my actual progress, rather than setting lofty goals that I may not need to actually hit. The Nano website does that for me anyway.

5) The Adventures of Dumplin

I’m essentially adapting the events of Dragon Ball Xenoverse 1 into this story, so I could break out my PS3 and play it through again to remind me of all the stuff I wanted to use from 2015, but it’s a lot easier to just watch someone else play it instead. Team FourStar’s playthrough of the Xenoverse games is some of their best material, as far as I’m concerned, and knowing this is one of my go-to references is going to make this November pretty awesome.

I’m not sure I could, or should, work Dumplin into my fic. If I did, he couldn’t be the same guy who saved the day in this LP series, because I’m having Luffa do all that. Early on, I envisioned a scene where she wakes up one morning after a night of heavy drinking and finds Dumplin in bed with her, but that seemed a little too goofy to use. But I want you to have that mental picture anyway, so I’m writing about it here.

6) Diet Pepsi

Straight Edge, Hard Core. Stephen King’s a wuss for using cocaine to help him write.

#nanwum iv #i'm gonna fuck this november up proper

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daringthepen · 4 years

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NaNoWriMo Short Story Prompts

Don’t feel like you can work on a novel? Is your style more short story? Don’t worry! Here is a list of thirty prompts (courtesy of @songspired) for you to write a story a day. And they might provide inspiration for those stuck during NaNo.

Go forth and make your 1,667 word short story a day!

Day 1:

No one knew they were mourning over an empty grave.

Day 2:

There were three forbidden rules. She broke them all.

Day 3:

“It was the easiest college in the world to get into, and they rejected you?”

Day 4:

“I squished the lucky bug.”

Day 5:

Instead of becoming a hero, everyone preferred to wait for one.

Day 6:

All of his scars turned gold or silver, depending on the injury.

Day 7:

“They say pride come before a fall. The key is to make sure you’re not the one who falls.”

Day 8:

They were mortal enemies, but now that he came to think of it, he had never seen the two of them in a room together.

Day 9:

In an attempt to appease the restless people, he named his daughter after the town. Little did he know his daughter would be his downfall.

Day 10:

A couple of teenagers read a spell out loud, not realizing it was an actual spell. But it didn’t come in effect until all of them had achieved a major goal in their lives and were living quite happily.

Day 11:

“Let me put it this way: I’m the type of person who tries to survive. You’re the type of person who will take selfies while burning in a fire and complain that there aren’t enough likes.”

Day 12:

They told me I would get my adventure when I was seventeen. But when I turned seventeen, they ran out of adventures.

Day 13:

As he strode into the room to face his enemy, epic battle music started playing from somewhere.

Day 14:

A realtor and a ghost strike a deal over a haunted house the realtor has to sell.

Day 15:

A man meets for the first time the voice inside his head.

Day 16:

In all of the confusion, she grabbed the girl in front of her, believing it to be her daughter.

Day 17:

A young wizard accidentally casts a love spell on the assassin trying to kill him. However, he doesn’t know what he’s done.

Day 18:

“Suffering doesn’t make you a hero.”

Day 19:

A villain hides her identity from her son and instead raises him to be a hero.

Day 20:

The words “The queen is dead!” echoed throughout the palace halls, reaching the ears of a school tour. The words were met with confusion, as the last reigning queen had died over a century ago.

Day 21:

They were taking a funny with a statue. The statue decided to pose with them during the photo shoot.

Day 22:

Most of the court had reason to believe that the Empress was not human, but they did not dare inform the Emperor or worry the subjects.

Day 23:

When asked about their wedding date, he would give a date that already passed and she would give a date yet to come.

Day 24:

“The reason he didn’t tell you he was hurting was because he thought you bought into the belief that he couldn’t be hurt.”

Day 25:

Ancient spell books were discovered and the art of magic was rediscovered. However, mistranslations and pieces that were unknowingly missing lead to a disaster.

Day 26:

A villain joins a band of heroes because he believes them to have kidnapped his fiancé.

Day 27:

A man is touched that a group of strangers attended his funeral because he had no one else. So he set off to return the kindness.

Day 28:

“I love you!” “Can’t say the same, random stranger!”

Day 29:

A group of oddly dressed strangers gathered at the train station, even though no trains ran at night.

Day 30:

The tiger dragon was the most wanted dragon for its beautifully patterned scales. Because it was quick and deadly, hunting the tiger dragon became a thrilling sport. However, it came to the point where there was one last known tiger dragon. A group set out together to find the last tiger dragon, each with a different motive.

#nanowrimo #nanowrimo 2019 #nano ideas #nano inspiration #nano short stories

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solnishkawrites · 4 years

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Preptober: WCtS Update 4

still outlining my 2020 NaNoWriMo project (read my introduction of “We Chose the Sea” here, and my last update here), but I’m entering a section I haven’t imagined quite as vividly as the previous ones, so I’m floundering a bit.

I just finished outlining the seventh and final chapter of Part One. I want to have Part One and Part Two outlined by the beginning of November. If I outline 1 chapter per day I should be able to outline Part Three as well before November, but I genuinely don’t know if more or less material will present itself and/or if I’ll slow down as the outline in my head becomes less detailed (and therefore more difficult to put on paper and refine).

I made a daily word count tracker for when NaNo starts, and I’ll also be tracking word counts in my planner (where I cannot escape them, haha).

I’m still trying to research 19th century Arctic expeditions, with a focus on expeditions into the Canadian Arctic. The reason I’m doing this is because I’m trying to get a handle on any special qualities of the ships involved that make them especially suitable for Arctic waters. I’m sure size plays a role, but I’m not sure what kind of role. Unfortunately, I’ve hit a wall in that particular area of my research because most of the expeditions into the Canadian Arctic were carried out by officers within or people working for the Royal Navy, which means the ships involved also carried guns (and therefore gun crews) + marines. These extra people inflate the total complement of the ship, and I don’t know enough about 19th century sailing ships to be able to guess the minimum number of crew it takes just for bare-bones sailing and maintenance, which is the kind of crew my fictional vessel will have. (What I wouldn’t give to have Jack Aubrey as a consultant for this project...)

A major element that enters the story towards the end of Part One is how one of the characters descends into a magically-induced madness. I am privately comparing the effects/symptoms of this madness to a very long-lasting manic episode, but of course my story is set during a fantasy version of Victorian England so I can’t use that terminology. I don’t want to demonize the mentally ill; this character doesn’t transform into a horror villain you might find in a deserted and bloodstained mental asylum, and they don’t become aggressive/hostile to those around them. However, they are mentally incapacitated and the madness affects their judgment and reasoning ability.

Part Two: The Sea focuses on the sailing adventure portion. I’m going to write as much and as well as I can and probably do research (i.e. read Patrick O’Brian’s Aubrey-Maturin series) either in small increments during NaNo or in big chunks afterwards. I can think of two big events that happen in Part Two whose repercussions will generate a lot of content, but other than that I don’t have much. It bugs me.

#sol does NaNo 2020

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staring-at-the-wilderness · 5 years

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You can write the first line later

Everyone always talks about first lines. They need to be the hooks that draw the reader in; they need to set the mood; they need to indicate something's happening that's worth reading about, and so on, and so forth. There is so many writing advice about the importance of that first line and generally the start of the story, that it's probably no wonder that, in a great number of books, the first chapter (and especially the first page, and doubly so that proverbial first line) is the most polished. Seriously. Open almost any novel published recently and semi-recently, especially if it's the first book the author ever published, and you'll likely notice that after the first chapter there's... well, not quite a decrease of quality. Rather, simply a different quality to the writing. I sometimes think the obsession with the perfect first lines and first paragraphs and first chapters created largely the opposite effect to what was intended: most first chapters have been rewritten and polished so many times that very often they don't serve as a perfect introduction to what the book is like. The writer's real style often becomes evident only once you get through those first pages.

Another thing that I personally don't like about the sheer amount of all the "get your first line right!" tips: When you're just starting a story, it can all feed into the already existing fear of the blank page that is real for many writers. Of course, we know we don't have to get everything right in the very first draft. But the beginning is such an important part of the story. Maybe this is the thing we need to know everything about before we actually, well, begin. Maybe we have to come up with that perfect first line. We need to know we're doing right by our stories, after all. We need to somehow combat the impostor syndrome. We maybe even need something to show in the numerous "Share your first line" threads on the NaNoWriMo forums.

But it's the first draft. It's just for you, in all its entirety, and you can always write the first line later. It's actually very possible that you'll have to change it later, anyway, so seriously, don't stress about getting it perfect. Focus on getting it written so you can later stress about rewriting it. :)

I've only recently started the second draft of my main WIP, and I've already gone through three versions of the entire first scene. Every version had the same central event in it, but all the details were largely different:

There was the one I wrote when I just started the first draft. It involved Shayne, the protagonist, waking up to the sounds of his husband Dovan arguing with a stranger downstairs. He eavesdropped on part of the conversation, then, after the unexpected guest left, talked to his husband about it.

Midway into the first draft, I realized that this first scene wasn't really in line with Shayne's personality and choices throughout the stories. It was bugging me a lot, so I went back and rewrote it before I even finished the draft. In that second version, Shayne doesn't spend much time eavesdropping. He walks into the room in the middle of the conversation and takes part in it. His main drive is wanting to know what the hell is going on. Satisfied with that, I went back to writing the rest of the story.

A little more than a week ago, I rewrote that scene completely again, because, once again, it didn't agree with Shayne from the rest of the story. In the current version, he wants to know what's going on, yes, but above all, he wants to protect Dovan who is obviously stressed by the situation and simply to drive the intruder out of their home, because hello, it's their home. So his first meeting with Zav, that intruder, turns into a confrontation, which means that I'll have to completely rewrite just about everything later in the story that involves their subsequent "reluctant co-adventurers to best friends forever" relationship.

Oh, and at some point I also wrote a prologue. And then, at another point, I discarded that prologue completely. And that first line? I still have a very cloudy idea of what it's going to be. I'll worry about it when the second draft is complete.

Endlessly rewriting the same scene with different approaches and character motivation isn't the only thing that can happen along the way. I've been talking to a couple of writer friends about this, and one of them said that he always writes the first 10K or so with an understanding that he's going to discard them and maybe put some cool bits in other parts of the story. That part is just him getting acquainted with the story. He starts his first drafts way before any important events and just gets to know his characters for a while before throwing them into the fray.

The other friend has the opposite situation. She told us she normally stands way closer to the middle than to the beginning. Then she rereads what she's written and adds at least a proper first act. Or maybe the entire first half of the books. She likes to start her first drafts with the stuff that excites her the most about the story, and that stuff is usually somewhere around the middle.

I feel that all of these approaches are absolutely valid. There are others that are valid as well. Maybe some writers do best when they start with a perfect first line that isn't going to change, but that's not the one true way to be a writer. Even if the first line adds up the last thing you write, so what? The reader will read it first, anyway.

#writeblr #writing thoughts #my writing #writing tips #first drafts #revision #30 seconds to mars #writing is rewriting #notes to self #wip: the choosing one #character: shayne

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bugsandcoffee · 1 year

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Writing non-lineary is so annoying because this fic has nearly 7,5k words but not a single chapter is finished and ready to post.

#chattering bug #a bug's nanowrimo adventures #it's especially annoying cause I feel like posting might help me actually finish the story in this case

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xanawrites · 6 years

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Interview with Maree Brittenford

For the first month of the Writeblr Book Club, we are reading @mareebrittenford ‘s Echoes of Azure (Amazon Link). I interviewed her as part of our monthly activities. (PM me if you would like to join!)

And I want to start off on a high note, so, what is your favorite thing about your novel (or series)? I don't know, that's hard. The pretty covers?

Did you design the covers, or did you go through a designer? I just picked it out via a designer.

What do you love about your novel? I like the setting a lot. I think California gets typecast in media a lot as just being the beach and Hollywood, so I enjoy showing it in other ways. Although I did cheat a little to make it a bit sparser. I wanted to make it like the small towns of my childhood which were a little more remote, but still keep it in Cali. It's meant to be in those tiny towns near Sequoia.

What was the most challenging part to write? The ending, by far. I wrote it 3 times I think. And lol, I remember sending it to my critique partner at the time and he sent it back and all it said was 'she stayed in the car???' You will notice with the current ending she does not stay in the car. And there is no car, but yeah, I had to figure out how to end write the climax without taking away Amy's agency.

Are you satisfied with the ending you landed on? or does it still bug you? I'm very happy with it.

Tell me about your writing process. Are you pretty consistent, or do you have high word count days and low word count days? I'm fairly episodic. I will write 20-30k in a few weeks and then have a pause while I figure out what happens next. I think as I get more experienced I'm getting faster at the figuring out part, but from experience (NaNoWriMo I hate you) forcing myself forward when I don't feel quite happy with the direction the plot is taking is toxic for me.

Do you outline extensively, or construct a loose idea? No outlines at all. Ok, I did have an outline for Echoes, but everything in it turned out to be boring, so only the concept remains. Usually I just start with a ‘what if,’ or a scenario and go from there.

Do you consider yourself a "pantser?" I prefer 'discoverer'. Or ‘explorer.’

Explain? I almost always have pants on when writing. I just don't really like the divisiveness of the pantster/plotter binary

I am interested to hear you elaborate on ‘discoverer’. I think I got the term from Joanna Penn. She talks about discovering the plot, and that's how I feel. A lot of my pauses in writing are because a character did something that's OOC, or an event happened that isn't logical for the world, and my subconscious pokes me until I figure that out and correct it. It's as if I'm on an adventure.

Is that the main source of your "writer blocks"? Yeah, but I don't really consider them blocks. Or rather I guess I feel like a block is always my subconscious trying to tell me something is wrong in either my story or my life.

What are you working on right now? I'm currently doing the final pass on Overtones of Midnight, which is the 3rd book in the Guardian trilogy. I also have one and a half books written in a new series called The Extra Fakes, a sort of urban fantasy superheroes concept and I have someone bugging me about a deep space world that I've been playing with.

Do you tend to stay focused on one project at a time? Clearly not! I do and I don't. I will hyperfocus on a project for a time and then jump to something else and hyperfocus on that. More of my whole 'when I'm writing, I'm writing a lot.’ A sort of ADHD writer style.

What authors do you look up to? I greatly admire Kristine Kathryn Rusch, she's the whole deal. Not only was she one of my earliest sci-fi and fantasy influences (The Fey particularly) she gives back a lot to the writing community via her blog. And I recommend her writing book The Pursuit of Perfection to everyone. I have long admired Terry Pratchett (who doesn't?) for his fabulous world building and incredible satire.

Do you compare your book to other famous media? Like "X meets Y", or "a lighter take on _". I have been told you should have that sort of high concept pitch, but I can't figure out how. Suggestions, please! And don't say Stranger Things. Hmm, I am only a third of the way in, and still getting a feel for the plot, so I will have to get back to you on that once I finish. It does a feel of Final Destination, which you refer to in the plot.

Is there anything you want readers to know about the book? I don't know. Let me ask you if anything has surprised you, or been not what you assumed/expected, genre, concept or plot-wise? I am still early in the book, getting a feel for the characters. I love how much I relate to Amy, and yet how frustrating she is. I feel so much of her struggle as a shy bookworm, surrounded by people who are often derisive towards intelligence, to avoid attention. I'd probably make similar choices to her, and yet I still find myself getting frustrated when she pushes people away or closes herself off. I love how authentic she is. Incredibly consistent, which is a big kudos to you for writing her. But her choices are so frustrating at times. You know that's probably the most common feedback I've gotten. So maybe what I should say is that in the end, it's really a girl’s bildungsroman. With cool adventures and a little romance.

#writeblr #interview #authors #echoes of azure #mareebrittenford

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crossroadsdimension · 3 years

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Writing Update

Felt it fitting I do one of these for the new year! Well, it’s the second day of the new year, but...meh.

I’m not making any resolutions/goals just yet for the new year, but I do at least have a few projects in mind that I want to get done -- some fanfiction, some not!

First:

I’m intent on writing a great deal of Mental Bonds, a Final Fantasy VII fic, so that I can post as much as possible of it. I don’t think I’m going to be able to keep up with writing All of it in one go, so I’m probably going to separate it into arcs and take a couple weeks to a month of a break before tackling the next one.

I say this because I’m currently working on chapter 18 and I’m only just getting to Reactor 5′s bombing. This is gonna be a long fic, and I want to make sure that I’m not tiring myself out writing it.

Chapter 1 is posted; the rest will start being posted as of the first Friday in February. Current plan is to post weekly, but I may change it to bi-weekly if I get enough of a lead on my readers that I’m comfortable with doing that.

Second:

I started a fanfic called Fairytale early last year. It’s a Pokemon-based fic around an OC that I created...who promptly turned the games on their heads. This OC, Crystal, is traveling through Kalos in this fanfic, but I haven’t been able to get her very far because I ended up losing steam early on. I’m hoping to get back to this story eventually, maybe in between arcs of Mental Bonds as a way to refresh myself. I’m not sure yet.

Third:

I have some plans for a few Gravity Falls-oriented fics involving my AU. I don’t currently have the mental fortitude to take them on, so they’re probably not going to be written for a while. I do intend to get to them eventually, I just need a bit of a break from thinking about Sixer for a while.

Fourth:

I have a Maria-centric Final Fantasy VII fic that is waiting to be written. I’m resisting writing it, much less posting it, until I’ve got a good hold on Mental Bonds. It’ll end up taking place before she meets Sixer, meaning that it’s going to be a FFVII/Trigun crossover, not a FFVII/Gravity Falls crossover.

Yes, Vash and Knives are going on an adventure. I’ve got an...interesting plan.

Fifth:

I have original ideas that need to be second and third drafted. I may start bugging my family for beta-readers as soon as I can manage that. This could also be my in-between-arcs-writing that happens when I need a breather from Mental Bonds. I’ll have to wait and see how I feel when I get to that point.

Any one of these could end up being my Camp NaNoWriMo projects this year; I haven’t decided yet. I’ve got several weeks before I have to lock that in anyway, so I’m not thinking about it.

#cross' rambling #cross' writing #ffvii #pokemon #OCs #cross' fanfiction #mental link au

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gludgenbell · 3 years

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Happy NaNoWriMo Guys!

Day 1: I'm Not Okay

-Ashryver's fingers curled as they stared at the trio. Their mind raced with thoughts and arguments, but in the end, they could only nod and smile.

-"You go by yourselves, I'm sure you'll all enjoy your time!" It was happening again. Why could they never have anything for themselves?

-"Are you sure?" Lynander reached to stroke their cheek. "I don't want you being alone."

-Instinctively, they stepped out of his reach. Guilt panged in their chest when they saw him frown, but it was too late to step into his touch now, so they looked away.

-"I'll be with Twi, I'm sure everything will be just fine." But even as they said it, the words were strained. They were surprised and disappointed that no one could hear it. "Go have your fun, and when you get back, tell me all about it!"

-Margarett wrapped an arm around Lynander's, Ashryver hissed. "Yeah, Lyn!" The elf giggled. "Come on!"

-Lynander passed one more regretful look to Ashryver as he was pulled away.

-At least he cared.

-No sooner had everyone been out of sight Ashryver's claws started digging into their chest. Tears threatened to fall, and they began to shake.

-The sound of bongos cut through their griefing, they followed it all the way back to camp, where Twi was.

-The man was somewhat of a mystery to Ashryver. He was a criminal, an outlaw, a pirate who sold illegal cargo.

-And yet, he was the nicest person Ashryver had ever come across.

-They made sure to burn the tears away, monitoring their body heat as they approached the pirate man.

-He was missing an arm, and a leg, replaced with robotic pieces. Ashryver never asked, not because they didn't care, but because they didn't know how to.

-They sat on a long across of him from the green fire. Much like the man, his hometown was a mystery. Green fire, white grass.... though, the blue trees, and pink sky were familiar. Much like on their home.

-"Why aren't you adventuring with everyone else?" Ashryver inquired, not because they wanted to be alone, but because they were genuinely curious.

-He shrugged, the bells on his wrists jingling in a pretty sort of way. "Didn't feel like it."

-Ashryver frowned, sighing as they listened to the strange music.

-"This song is missing something," He mused. "Don't you think? In the tent there's some instruments, go ahead and play one."

-Ashryver frowned. "But, I can't..." He had returned to playing, eyes closed and mind somewhere far away.

-Ashryver sighed, pulling open the flaps of the bright pink tent.

-A handful of strange instruments were strewn across the floor, quite messily, but the one that stood out to Ashryver was the one that looked... something like a harp.

-It obviously wasn't, the strings were stiff and hard, Ashryver only managed to pick at it with tweezers.

-Ashryver couldn't help but smile at themself, recognizing the creation. It was a faere instrument that high lords and ladies played.

-Actually, Ashryver's mother used to play one.

-Ashryver returned it to Twi, sitting across of the strange pirate, and hesitantly picking the strings

-"Jealousy is a feeble thing, but everyone experiences it at some point," Twi mumbled. "I like to think it's one of the things that connect us."

-Ashryver paused, staring at Twi. Were they that obvious?

-Twi just smiled. "Having insecurities about yourself is normal, too. It's what makes people do what they do," He shook hid wrists. "Acalla, my wife, is insecure about her looks."

-So that was why he reminded her consistantly and constantly that she was beautiful. Ashryver squinted, daring him to tell then that they were not alone, daring him to even attempt to reassure them.

-He chuckled. "I just wanted to tell you, that it's okay to cry."

-Ashryver huffed. It was not okay to cry. Crying was a thing that children did, and children were disgusting and revolting and hated by her third father and trainer Floren.

-"Crying is for babies."

-Twi tilted his head. "I cry, do you think I am a baby?"

-Ashryver frowned. "No, but... strong men don't cry."

-"Strong men are strong, but strength comes through being open to your emotions."

-It sounded like something their mother would say, and they sighed. "I suppose..."

-"Are you okay?" It was a bit of a random question, given this was the middle of their conversation.

-Ashryver took a deep breath, trying not to let their insecurities overwhelm them again.

-Two voices fought in their head. One, adamant about the notion that crying was for children, and that acting like a child ended in pain.

-The other, murmuring that it was OK to cry.

-For the first time in their shitty life, the second voice won.

-The tears pricked and gathered at the corners of Ashryver's eyes, instinctively, they raised their body heat, trying to stop the tears before they were noticed.

-But Twi offered a patient smile, returning to the calm serene of his music.

-The clouds offered fat raindrops, somehow missing the fire completely.

-Ashryver suspected it was that hot that neither rain nor tear could bypass it.

-And in a way, Ashryver was the fire, unallowing to any sign of weakness.

-Ashryver hung their head, trembling as the tears, and the mental war returned.

-They shakily picked at the strings of their instrument, finding the melody with Twi.

-It didn't sound very happy, in fact it sounded remorseful, depressing, but calm and soothing at the same time.

-What with the raindrops that only assisted the music, and the steady fire crackle, and the tears that freely fell, Ashryver finally answered the question.

-"I'm not okay."

-Lynander was excited to get back to the camp and tell Ashryver everything he had done.

-He smiled and joked with Jaquil that the rain will turn into candy with how their day was going, he bounced and answered most of Bug's questions, he ran in circles with Margarett, and he pretended to be as stoic as Acalla, gaining a laugh from her.

-His day had been absolutely perfect so far! Save for the fact that, his favourite shapeshifter had not been apart of it.

-The small group slowed as music reached their ears. It was an odd sound, but they followed it to camp anyhow.

-The surprise came when Lynander stumbled upon Ashryver picking the strings of a strange instrument with tweezers, their two toned voice ringing out in an eerie sort of way.

-They looked calm, peaceful.

-Twi smiled at the group, bringing a finger to his lips as he kept turned to Ashryver, singing in a soft, low voice.

-Their words clashed, Ashryver's constant 'I'm not Okay,' and Twi's 'You're Not Alone.'

-At some point, the words mixed.

-The now constant "I'm not alone, I'm not alone." was soft, soothing, and somewhat optimistic.

-Ashryver lifted their head, and Lynander noticed the black streak marks coming from their eyes.

-Their purple gaze narrowed, seeing Lynander's arm linked with Margarett's. They glanced at Twi, who offered a warm smile.

-"Welcome back," They greeted, standing. There was a nervousness in their aura that confused Lynander.

-An extended hand, yanked back, replaced with hesitant open arms.

-Lynander smiled, stepping forward, and simply resting his head on their shoulder.

-"It seems you spent quality time with Twi," He chuckled. Ashryver grunted.

-Lynander buried his face in the crook of their neck. "Can we spend quality time together, too?"

-It sounded more like a whine than a question, and Ashryver couldn't help but laugh, petting his head. "Of course."

This year for Nanowrimo I'm not committing myself to writing another story, instead I'm going to be writing scenes, each inspired by different songs

This one in particular came to mind when I was listening to Corpse Husband's song Agoraphobic

#writing things #NaNoWriMo #ocs #where the moths are #creative writing #NaNoWriMo 2020

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