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Chapter 1 - Denial
TW: vampire whumper, vampire hunter whumpee, non consensual blood drinking, mention of past staking, mention of gnarly scars
"You have a lot of nerve showing up here!" She rushed up to the vampire hastily as soon as she recognised it "Destroying my life, my celebration and endangering a whole human family wasn't enough? And apparently we're still in danger! Get out before-" she was cut short by the vampire's soft laughter.
"Before what?" he asked, eyebrows raised, he didn't turn back to look at her, instead he was pretending to browse the menu in front of him. They were standing a few feet away from the crowd waiting to be let in the restaurant. It was a big night for one of her cousins, killing their first vampire, just as she had the year before.
"Before I finish what I, apparently, didn't do properly the first time" If she had spent just a moment thinking about it, she would’ve realised it was an insane thing to do as she touched the small of his back lightly tapping to find the place she hit with the stake. Gently tracing along his spine, her chest felt tight with victory, or perhaps anxiety. In the vampire’s book that was mistake number two after not managing to kill him.
The crowd started moving behind them, most of them had already met and survived attacks from the monstrous creatures, she thought the vampire had no chance if he was discovered among them. She didn't want any disruptions at the gathering though, it wasn’t her moment, so she was willing to keep quiet if he left by himself. She'd never threaten a vampire, she wasn't dumb, but the odds here seemed to work in her favor.
"It was more like here" he reached behind his back guiding her hand lower. She chuckled condescendingly at his nonchalance she mistook for stupid arrogance. His hand stopped at a point just above his waistline.
She winced with surprise as she felt the scar under his shirt. Even through the fabric she felt a bump that one can only truly imagine if they had a terribly healed wound. It must've been a gnarly scar there that her stake left.
Vampire’s shouldn’t have scars. It must have been some sort of sick trick to get her to feel bad for the creature, a manipulation tactic. Still it worked, because her heart sank to the thought of wounding the other creature so badly, so close to its spine, leaving a mark on his perfect immortal skin. Coldness crept up her throat threatening to spill in the form of a cry for help. She tried to yank her hand away from his back but he held it there effortlessly.
"Feel that? There's still a splinter in there from the stake you drove through me. It could paralyze me at any moment, y'know" he finally turned to face her, just in time for them to seamlessly join the queue entering the building. He still didn't let go of her hand, but turned the grip into a significantly more gentle, almost polite hold "Shall we?"
The sinking feeling hit in a newer wave, pressing tears to the brim of her waterline, but she couldn't cry. People did have a chance of being hurt exclusively because of her. She had no doubt he'd kill anyone in his way to get back to her. How long until someone can actually do something against the ambush from inside the crowd?
They got caught up by a group of her second cousins. The younger ones stared at the vampire curiously.
“Who’d you bring with Carter?”
"He's my friend, Julius" The sentence vibrated through her mind before reaching her lips to escape, without any way of stopping it "he's in town for a little while, I thought I'd bring him with" not even the older cousins noticed the twitch of her eye, trying to let them know it wasn't her talking.
"Pleasure" Julius nodded to them with a huge smile plastered on his face.
The two of them sat at the very end of the long table, going unnoticed by nosey aunties and uncles, and far enough from the disruptive children running about.
Some waiters emerged from what room must've been the kitchen and started taking drink orders.
"Black tea, please" he ordered with a smile.
"Just a glass of water" Carter was the last one to order, the waiters disappeared again. If only she could signal to them she's in terrible danger.
"Wise choice, you're going to need that" she swallowed back another wave of tears. He gently caressed her arm raising goosebumps as he ran his fingers gently over and over her delicate skin.
"What do you want from me?" she whispered, locking her eyes on the empty plate in front of her. He leaned in, way too close for comfort, to whisper in her ear.
"I'm taking back everything you took from me, and giving you back exactly what you gave me" Too quiet to raise suspicion, too vague to make sense of to ease her anxiety.
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Julius lifted the mug to his lips, taking a big sip of the burning hot tea.
"Feed me!" he ordered, as he lowered the mug below the table away from prying eyes, if there were any.
"What?" she snapped her head to the side to look at him. Wide-eyed, but not terrified. Well, not yet anyway. More like confused.
"Give me your hand" he instructed, and somehow she knew not obeying was not an option at that moment. She shakliy reached her hand out for him to grab and press it to the brim of the mug. With the other hand he pulled something from his pocket. He moved so quickly she almost didn't catch the glint of the switchblade sliding dangerously close to her palm over the mug "Keep that smile on your face gorgeous” Carter felt his compulsion take over her face, keeping up the facade.
He pushed the blade down, slicing through skin and muscle, letting fresh blood fill the mug back up to his liking. He wiped her hand down the side of the mug to get any remaining drops of her blood only then did he let go.
The cut healed with magical speed, it barely took a few moments for the evidence of assault to disappear
"H-how did you do that” she wanted to ask looking at her skin perfectly intact.
"This is completely gross, but I licked the side of the mug before I had your hand there. It healed the cut completely, you should thank me, I was very generous with that" her thoughts were racing with each other, escape plans running over feelings of revenge, worry poisoning the mix creating the wildest combinations.
"Thank you" she whispered absentmindedly. Not even the vampire taking a sip from his mug brought her back for a second.
"Was that really so scary?" he laughed still keeping his voice down, he lifted the mug back to his mouth. He didn't just take a sip this time, he gulped down all of the blood.
#whump#vampire whumper#vampire hunter whumpee#oc whump#tw scars#tw knife#non consensual blood drinking#Julius and Carter#elias writes vampires#original story
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─۪──ׄ─ vampire!ashara dayne x elia martell
─۪─ trigger warning: mentions of blood (and drinking), suicide*.
*it's not an actual suicide but there are aspects that might be triggering for some.
─۪─ oral, fingering, obsession, canon elements.
Elia was used to it by now, Ashara was surprisingly affectionate and always wanted to touch or be touched; bordering a possessiveness that Martell was fonder of than she should. It hadn’t been hard to adapt to her new life. — mine on ao3
#tw: blood#tw: suicide#ashara dayne#elia martell#ashara x elia#asoiaf fanfic#sapphic smut#vampire smut#smut#my writing
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I’ve been working my way through the Jon/Elias tag on ao3 and let me tell you: we need more vampire AUs. MORE.
#I am tempted to write one lol#don’t @ me I love vampire AUs#jonelias#elias bouchard#jonathan sims#the magnus archives
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Magnus Archives (Podcast)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Elias Bouchard | Jonah Magnus/Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Martin Blackwood/Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Sasha James/Tim Stoker
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Vampire, Vampires, Inspired by Dracula - Bram Stoker (Novel 1897), featuring: jonathan as jonathan, martin as mina, elias as dracula, sasha as seward, daisy as quincey morris, tim as........ tim, Vampire Biting, Threats of Violence, Sexual Undertones, Non-Consensual Kissing, Blood, Memory Alteration, October 3rd in Dracula
Series: Part 2 of Dracula AU
Summary:
Elias– it must have been the Elias Jon talked about, tall, thin, dark, with glowing red eyes– was sitting on the edge of the bed with Jon held tightly against him, using him as a shield from attack. One of his hands was wrapped around Jon’s throat, which was dripping fresh blood. “I suggest you drop the stake, Martin."
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Again I assume we've all read/are reading Dracula? Yes? Good.
#the magnus archives#jonathan sims#elias bouchard#martin blackwood#vampire au#dracula#tma#fanfic#my writing
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i've been sort of off handedly adding to my outline of a porny plot driven jonelias thing focused on elias being obsessive with jon's scars but i just had the idea that when elias is being interviewed post-prentiss he should lose control for a second and press a kiss to the inside of jon's wrist because he's an old world romantic and because jon has a cluster of gorey bore holes there under the gauze
and jon is like SUPPLEMEMTAL I HAVE REASON TO BELIEVE THAT ELIAS BOUCHARD IS A VAMPIRE BECAUSE HE... WELL NEVERMIND WHY BUT MY EVIDENCE IS BULLETPROOF
#[🪳]mine#[r]👑👁#i think actually 'jon thinks elias is a vampire' might be the connecting thread that makes me actually write this
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!! got new vampire au coming out tomorrow!!
also just. incredible reaches on the prompt. [character] is there, sure we'll call it that by default. i guess.
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you could never hurt me
#the top one is a little misleading theyre not beefing there^^ imesh was just like wow you let me in so close i could literally kill you :o#elias: nuh huh#anyways. it's two am and i spent the last 20 minutes writing captions for this#GOOD NIGHT#vtm#vampire the masquerade#vtmb#/elias#artists on tumblr#toreador#art#/imesh#hunter the reckoning#< i guess. i havent read the hunter books yet because i dont know which edition to go with#vampire#scarabocchi#like and subscribe for more radioactive toxic vampire relationships#it took 5 minutes to actually show up on my dash when i tell you i got SCARED#oc lore#elias lore
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#(tag dump)#.His Royal Highness (Dakota)#.The Gentlemen's Gentleman (Khyle)#.The Iron Fist (Anthony)#.Wise Faerie Dreamer (Alva)#.Firecracker (Cherri)#.Vampiric Lover (Elias)#.Lover Lost (Del)#prompts#writing ref
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Anyway Chekhov's silver locket
#at least I'm thinking of this. big drama after the minor villain dies and Elias fucked off with his vampire army so Margaret could go#fully creepo why doi make these posts instead of writing#I'm picturing her face burn like the end of a moviei can't name on here now
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Charles Leclerc
baby baby leclerc!reader @sunrizef1
barefoot baby @uglyducklingofthe2000s
in every universe? @sv5hive
my name on ur ribcage @disneyprincemuke
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high-school sweetheart @violetszone
a in anniversary is for apple pie @rosyblooom
family day @lenoraah
post race tension @5sospenguinqueen
too hot @notleclerc
loss of my life @elia-the-bibliophile
our honeymoon @sincerlyleclerc
facing it together @ssprayberrythings
birthday baby @chrisevansonly
that's that me, espresso @goldsainz
young @sooshihu
shes real?! @sterredem
cause I'm that bitch @ham1lton
Oscar Piastri
there;s a lightness in ur eyes @uglyducklingofthe2000s
no struggling
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late night talking @jamminvroomvroom
kiss me @theemporium
flowers @amaranthineghost
shes American @keerysfreckles
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bark bark @planetpiastri
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brother talk @chrisevansonly
soft @lnfours
play pretend @jamminvroomvroom
new years day @landosjpg
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sleepy girl chronicles @lewisvinga
beat me at darts @jpnriikicore
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love to hate u @rosyblooom
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head over feet @landograndprix
wrong number, right person @norrizzandpia
ex marks the spot @lovesickry
the world @kika-writes
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snoop the fondness @bth3cowboi
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it started with an appendix @pucksandpower
mrs smooth operator @imnameimswrld
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hungry eyes @ham1lton
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Chapter 2 - Anger
Tw: death mentions, neither vampire hunters nor vampires having a great time, staking vampires, non consensual blood drinking
Julius stood in front of the mirror, contorting himself to be able to take a look at the scar over his spine. Fucking bitch. No matter how hard he tried he couldn’t get the splinter out. He felt it move with every twitch of his body, it was lodged deep between muscle and bone. And it wasn’t like he ever owned any sort of instrument that can cut open his perfectly preserved vampiric skin; hunters made them hard to get, that was his bigger problem. He could technically use his nails that were sharper than a sword of the best human welder, but he wasn’t precise enough to get out the tiny piece of wood that was the size of a sewing needle.
Fucking hunters. They didn’t just want to kill anymore as the honorable saviors of humankind as they used to back in the day. Julius didn’t know when that stopped being the tradition. Their stakes weren’t as smooth, made to splinter and lodge into vampire's skin. Make them weaker, easier to take to ‘study.’ He shuddered at the thought of more than one of the nasty needles being stuck in his skin. The one inside already hadn’t left the wound left after the stake heal properly. He has never felt more vulnerable in his life. Or death if he wanted to be precise. He has roamed the earth for over a thousand and eight hundred years, never once had a barely thirty year old human hunter come even close to hurting him. Sure he ran into a few humans with stakes, some managed to scratch him, those were the honorable times. Hunters were skilled and prepared, and he admired that, so he ended their lives with mercy.
When Carter drove the stake into his back, leaving him on the ground to kill the fledgling vampire he had mentored, he decided he would torture her for as long as he could, at least for the same amount of time the young vampire got a taste from eternity. He swore he’d make her suffer. That rage was all he needed to reach back, and pull the stake out. He tried to stand quickly, but he stumbled. He felt weak, so he ran.
Carter ran around like a crazy person all day. She presented her first independent kill for the family that day, and the celebration had to be perfect. It wasn’t customary for her to do anything really, but she loved the thrill of organizing the party almost as much as defending herself against the monsters. The dead creature was placed in a wooden box, tied down with silver chains, that proved it died. If it was alive the chains would burn it, but now it was a harmless carcass adorned in silver, the centerpiece of the event, after herself of course.
She instructed the caterers to follow her plan, she decorated the hall herself.
An hour before the event everything seemed perfect, she could finally take a few moments to slump down on a chair and rest.
Her friends were the first to show up, way before the rest of the guests and the extended family, they felt they needed to have a little celebration of their own.
They weren’t the only ones who wanted to have fun as they quickly found themselves in the company of two uninvited guests.
Julius and his fledgling appeared among them going unnoticed for a few seconds. The older vampire thought it would be a perfect opportunity for the other to practice blending in and using charm. He never imagined it would go that horribly wrong. The fledgling couldn’t handle his thirst as great as he proved before, and standing close enough to the humans set him off. Still Julius trusted the hunters were distracted enough with the alcohol they were consuming to let them off in case of a mistake like that. He wasn’t quite lucky enough, and he blamed himself for it.
He held out for as long as he could against the rough stakes and silver bullets raining down on them before deciding to retreat finally. They both turned their backs to escape and were hit at the same exact time. It was only luck that his attacker didn’t stick the landing too well.
The second time he met Carter, establishing a firm hold on her mind he made her remove the splinter from his back. The scar that bothered him for so long finally healed. Julius was practically floating from the relief he felt. And Carter’s blood never felt sweeter as when he bit down on her wrist the moment she presented him with the piece of wood.
#whump#Julius and Carter#elias writes vampires#original story#vampire whumper#vampire hunter whumpee#death tw
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i've been around for a minute but i never made one of these so
hi! i'm sav (she/her). i'm a twenty-something poet turned fiction writer. i have two WIPs that I post about regularly: a supernatural romance and an urban fantasy drama. i also write poetry (posted under my general writing tag).
i spend most of my free time writing (or thinking about writing), but i also love to crochet, play video games with my love, or hang out with my dog.
i mostly write character-driven stories with unreliable narrators and complex villains. if that sounds like your kind of thing, hop in!
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Burden of the Reluctant Death (revising)
I do not want to kill the boy. The blood underneath my fingernails and the wet, labored breaths bother me less than the incessant tug low in my gut, the hunger that calls to the monster that I pretend not to be. I’ve spent the better part of three centuries rejecting Death, as all things do, and she has spent three centuries teaching me the futility of that opposition.
“One soul before sunrise,” she commanded, “or I’ll replace you as easily as I created you.”
If she’s bluffing, I’m not brave enough to call her on it.
Character Introductions
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Judas Wept (finished)
A prequel to Burden of the Reluctant Death that follows Elias as he tries to balance loyalty, love, and duty.
He does not remember his first thought after he dies, likely something so inane that even white-knuckle sifting through his wretched brain leaves him with nothing but a resounding headache.
He does, however, remember his second thought: Christ alive, that sucked, and his third: Why is there a beautiful woman straddling me?
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Untitled Vampire Story (first draft in progress)
“You are exactly how he described you.” She reaches into her pocket and pulls out a neatly folded paper, extending it towards me. “The prodigy. Nicolai’s assassin.”
“In the flesh.” I take the paper from her, unfolding it and skimming over the names. Seven, and none that I recognize. I pocket it. “Any special requests? Parting remarks, items you’d like me to leave, messages you’d like me to relay?”
She grins, fangs glinting in the dim moonlight. “You’re not one for small talk, are you?” I don’t reply, proving her point. “Start at the top and go down the line. I want them to know you’re coming. I want them afraid.” She laughs suddenly, cruelly. “Your dagger in their heart will be enough of a message, don’t you think?”
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chapter 1 part 1 / part 2
chapter 2 part 1 / part 2
chapter 3 part 1 / part 2
Poems/Journal Dumps:
on easter
what if i am a violent dog
To Daedalus, undone
my father tells me he loves me with blood in his mouth
i think i’ve always known you
a love letter (and another)
word of the day is: blood
i am insatiable!
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Magnus Archives (Podcast)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Elias Bouchard | Jonah Magnus/Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Martin Blackwood & Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist
Characters: Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Elias Bouchard | Jonah Magnus, Martin Blackwood
Additional Tags: Vampires, Inspired by Dracula, References to Dracula - Bram Stoker (Novel 1897), Jon gets to be jonathan AND lucy, Martin gets to be mina AND arthur, Mind Control, Alternate Universe - Victorian, Vampire compulsion powers, Blood Drinking, Obsession and power imbalance, Creep behavior, Memory Alteration, Memory Loss
Summary:
There was a moment where Jon only felt his warm breath on his neck, a tiny warning right before Elias plunged his teeth in.
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This is the Jonelias tag so i'm assuming we're all following along with Dracula Daily, right? So we all remember when Mina found Lucy in the graveyard after getting drinked. That, but Elias is Dracula.
#joneliasweek2023#the magnus archives#dracula#vampire au#my writing#fanfic#jonathan sims#elias bouchard
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“Endings are the hardest!” / “No, beginnings are the worst!”
I’ve never had a problem figuring out the way I want my stories to end but starting them? Yeash, that’s so much pressure. Both carry the same weight for different reasons while you have writers in both camps with legitimate arguments. One may be harder than the other on a writer-by-writer basis, but they are equally daunting.
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So. Beginnings:
You have sometimes as little as three sentences to hook readers, at most the first chapter. I don’t even give fanfic more than the opening line sometimes (mostly because fanfic takes opening en media res to wild new heights). I’ve been working on a system of “I have one sentence to give you the setting, the protagonist, and the hook that makes this book different, go” and while it might not be perfect, it’s a starting point.
For example! The opening sentence to ENNS is:
Beneath the snowdrift of the longest blizzard Elias has ever endured, the last vampire in the dungeons has finally succeeded in taking their own life.
As someone who struggles with beginnings, I have given you five pieces of information in 25 words:
The setting, that concerns long and repeat blizzards and snow
Protagonist’s name
Establishing the existence of vampires
Establishing that those vampires are kept in dungeons
Establishing that those presumed prisoners are in such bad conditions, that they’re restoring to suicide, something vampires don’t tend to do
I think I did a pretty good job.
So much of the burden of your book is given to so few words. You can’t make it cliché, but try too hard to be unique and you risk looking pretentious. You have to establish the setting, the narrator, the initial setup and inciting incident and convince readers to pick your book out of hundreds of thousands of other options. I hate beginnings.
Best advice among an avalanche of others? Write a placeholder and come back later if it’s too daunting and frustrating because there is no writing advice that is one size fits all.
It’s entirely dependent on your genre, your demographic, the age of your protagonist and how self-aware they are, the tone of your story, your own personal writing style.
“First sentences should include THIS!”
Yeah, okay, but what if I have a better idea? Beyond that your sentence should have a hook that sets your book up as something apart from its genre neighbors, just go look at the most famous opening lines. They’re all different.
There is nothing in common between
Call me Ishmael.
and
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of light, it was the season of darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair.
And that’s the point.
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Endings though?
Endings bear the burden of providing catharsis, or robbing you of it. Endings have to answer ‘but what does it all mean?’ and stick the landing, or they don’t. Endings can turn a TV show that took the world by storm for four magnificent seasons and drag it limping across the finish line in a finale that sucks the life out of the fandom forever.
Endings either leave you in an existential lurch staring at the ceiling, or in tears of joy or anguish, or frothing at the mouth at yet another cliffhanger. If you can’t answer ‘what does it all mean’ you have bigger problems than just your final lines.
People don’t have fan theories about your first page, they have fan theories about what comes after your last page. There are no rules to writing an ending and sometimes by its nature of being unfulfilling you become infamous.
Example: The ending of Mark of Athena, that prompted this dedication in its sequel House of Hades.
“We’re staying together,” he promised. “You’re not getting away from me. Never again.”
Only then did she understand what would happen. A one-way trip. A very hard fall.
“As long as we’re together,” she said.
She heard Nico and Hazel still screaming for help. She saw the sunlight far, far above—maybe the last sunlight she would ever see.
Then Percy let go of his tiny ledge, and together, holding hands, he and Annabeth fell into the endless darkness.
(one short Leo POV later)
Nemesis wanted him to wreak vengeance on Gaea? Leo would be happy to oblige. He was going to make Gaea sorry she had ever messed with Leo Valdez.
“Yeah.” He took one last look at the cityscape of Rome, turning bloodred in the sunset. “Festus, raise the sails. We’ve got some friends to save.”
If you weren’t in this fandom when this book came out and ended with the protagonist falling into Greek Super Hell, to wait a whole year to find out what happens next—We lost our collective minds.
And then the next book opened like this:
Gettin’ a bit big for your britches there, ey, Riordan?
How you write your ending should reflect the kind of feeling you want to leave your reader with. In this case, it was anguish and despair and the pinnacle of “always leave them wanting more”. Maybe you’ve written a character who’s suffered constant setbacks to reaching their goal, and the final line is them at peace with, or without achieving it. Or it’s the final plot twist/reveal no one saw coming. Or it’s ambiguous, leaving it up to reader interpretation.
My favorite classical book ending comes from The Great Gatsby and while I had to crack open my copies of the PJO books, I know this line by heart:
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
There’s just something so melancholy and tragic about it, as it should be: Gatsby is not a happy story. That line is the answer to the thesis, that trying to live in the past and not embrace the future, not allowing yourself to move on, can only end in tragedy, and yet, so many of us do exactly that.
The image of a dinky little rowboat is always what I’ve pictured, as opposed to a ship or something more formidable. A rowboat bobbing around the thrashing waves, pitted against a force of nature it can’t ever hope to overcome, yet it endures.
The book opens on an equally melancholy note, “In my younger years…” as the protagonist reflects back on their life gone by. It’s an American classic for a reason.
Even if your final line is unspectacular, the line isn’t as important as how the narrator feels about the book being over. Quotable hashtags are great, but if the ending doesn’t feel like a proper fit, you’re going to leave readers disappointed.
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Endings are so fricken fun though, no matter what’s at stake. It’s as cathartic for me to finish as I hope it is for the reader to read. There’s plenty of advice out there on the perfect opener or the perfect closer, the endless arguments over which is harder, and it’s all up to you in the end. They just come easy to me, I have no advice. I can picture them well before I get to the final pages and they just click into place. Beginnings, though? Ugh.
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I deadass should’ve started with an introduction post before I posted any of my fanfics, but… better late than never, I guess…
Hey ya’ll! You can call me Ctrl, and welcome to this beautiful mess that is my blog!
I am a big fan of Zsakuva and DesmondAsmr, so anything on this blog will be related to their characters and lore.
Here’s some things about me:
-I’m 19
- I go by she/her pronouns
-I’m African American
-I draw
-I write (obviously).
-My favorite artists are SZA and Daniel Caeser
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MASTERLIST
Xanthus:
The Song A Dove Sings
Tennessee Waltz
Dontis:
Ocho Rios
See You Again
One Good Thing
His Eyes
Alex:
Session 32
Special
Not Allowed!
Andrew Marston:
Nothing Yet
Kayson:
What He Sees
Are You Ok?
Isaac Rhodes:
I Wish You Love
Jonah:
Nothing Yet
Elias:
Nothing Yet
Niall:
Nothing Yet
Luca:
Nothing Yet
Rowan:
Nothing Yet
All the stories that do not have a link yet are stories that are in progress.
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RANTS
Sometimes, I talk too damn much. Other times, things piss me off and I gotta share it with the public.
My thoughts on Alex:
The Rant That Started it All
I got mad while drafting dialouge between him and Listener
“Another small rant about Alex (Yes, I know I talk about him a lot, no, I won’t stop)”
I’m really getting mad at someone who isn’t real
“A Retrospective, A Reflection, And Yes, Another Damn Alex Rant”
“Why Alex’s Break Up Audio Made Me Appreciate Andrew’s Character More”
“And Another Thing”
“This Audio was SICKENING.”
Other Rants:
“Xanthus and Dontis in Part 9 Had Me Dead Asf”
Why The Asriel Audio Made me Appreciate Dontis’ Character More
“Dontis Is Written So Amazingly Well.”
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HEADCANNON TIME!
What Would Dontis Be Like When He’s Angry?
Do Vampires Cry Bloody Tears?
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Y’all have a good day, and thank you for visiting my page!
#zsakuva#sakuverse#introducing myself#i literally should’ve done that months ago#its better late than never though#Here’s the master list#Love ya’ll#Also if you’re new welcome#zsakuva x reader
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