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A promise broken

The two of us had been walking through the Dex, Sophia's hand warm in mine, our fingers intertwined beneath our over-sized sleeves. It was a cold day, so we were wearing sweaters over our uniforms to keep the chill out. I didn't need one, but Sophia insisted, and I just couldn't say no to her when she brings up my health.

We'd been talking about the weather, and whether it'll snow or not when a shoulder slams into mine. I growl and go to say something, but the words die in my throat when I see who it was, memories dulling my tongue at the sight of her. I mumble an apology, and pull Sophia along, trying to put as much distance behind us as possible.

“Who was that? You two know each other?”

Sophia's question, innocent as it was, brings a torrent of memories from behind the walls I've carefully built. Memories of late nights training, movies we were supposed to watch, secrets shared beneath the moonlight, promises of forever made and sealed with kisses. I shake my head, and glance over, my voice soft, as if afraid of being heard.

“Not anymore.”

An interlude in the short series I've been doing, instead focusing on when Rane first started realising her feelings for Sophia.

An important first

Very few occasions call for anything beside our uniforms, since they've become the main outfit everyone wears at the base, so the first time I saw Sophia in a dress was a couple years after her release from the hospital, the pale flowers dotted across the billowy fabric, her light brown hair blonde in the sunlight. I thought I had caught an illness when she smiled at me, that laugh bubbling out of her like the prettiest bell. I didn't understand what I was feeling, the way she made my heart flutter in my chest and the air catch in my throat, until much later.

When she tried to ask what was wrong, I couldn't answer, any words dying in my throat with a strangled whimper. My face burned as I looked anywhere but at her, though I couldn't tell her that it wasn't from embarrassment, or why I didn't want her to see it. I didn't know how to tell her that she was the most beautiful sight I'd ever seen, how I wanted to see her like this more often.

My reaction upset her, but I grabbed her arm before she could leave, my touch as gentle as a butterfly's wings. I didn't know how to explain the sensations she was calling, so I apologized instead and asked her to stay.

I spent that entire night trying to figure out my feelings, sleepless in pursuit of what ailed me. I spoke with the guys about it the next morning, only to end up flustered when Don decided to start teasing me. Sergei chuckled before scolding him, and took me aside, giving me a moment to calm down before asking me more questions about my ailment.

I answered honestly, that my mind was still picturing the way the wind blew her dress in such a way to hug her body, that my face catches fire at the memory of her smile and that my breath is stolen by the memory of her laugh. He asked if I've felt these things before, and it gave me pause. I went to say that I hadn't, but then I realized that I had over the past couple years, just never this strong before.

When I admitted this, my voice a soft whisper into the light of the rising sun, he gave me a warm, knowing smile. He ruffled my hair, chuckling as he told me that I wasn't sick. I asked him what the problem was, why I felt such odd things about my friend, and he just smiled, telling me that while I might see it as a problem now, I won't always feel that way.

Another short featuring young Rane meeting her team for the first time.

A new friend, a fellow outcast.

I never understood the need for so many people for these things. Birthdays, graduations, promotions, even something as simple as the weekend drew humans together. I don't even know what the occasion was. The music is too loud, the smells overwhelmingly numerous musks and perfumes, my head is starting to ache from the combination, and worse yet, I am the only Whisper here so far.

Yet I couldn't leave. This was an intentional choice by my Dant, another test to see how I'd react, to see if I caved. It was stupid, but I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing me run away like a kicked dog. I stand in one o the corners, watching the room with a quietly as I study the people in it.

Eventually I notice someone approaching me, and I have to look him over twice just to be sure I'm not seeing things. He's huge, easily towering over everyone else in the room, with broad shoulders and a build that looks like it was sculpted by artists. His pale blue eyes stood out against his dark skin, kindness sparkling in them despite his face being neutral.

He stops a short distance from me, and waves lightly. Confused, i simply stare before giving a half wave back, but he just smiles softly before starting to sign, "It's loud, isn't it?"

I nod, considering how to respond before signing back, "Very. I'm getting a headache form the sounds and smells."

He nods, and gestures for me to follow him, which I do more out of curiosity than anything. He leads me to a balcony looking over the Dex, and the reprieve from the party is an instant relief. I breathe in the fresh air, leaning over the balcony as I listen to the wind blowing over the base.

The man waves again to get my attention, signing once I look over. "Better?" He smiles at my nod, continuing, "That's good. I never really liked these, either. I'm Niko, the mule for your unit, should Sergei's request get approved."

I nod, looking out towards the lake before answering. "I'm Rane."

That's when I heard the oddest thing. A whispered voice, as deep as the rumble of a quake but as warm as the heat from a fire, "He did say you don't talk much…"

I look over, curious about what I heard. "Who did?"

Niko looks surprised, a mix of awe and confusion filling his yes before he finally whispers in that deep, rich voice, "You understand me…?"

After getting to almost 20k words, I've realized something rather fundamental about my story.

I don't even know what genre it is.

I want to share my story, but I'm not sure about how to do that. So for now, I've just got it stashed away.

My writing is going well, but I'm worried about a planned revelation for one of the main cast. I don't really have anyone to ask for advice, and I'm worried that it'd be taken wrong, but I'm also hesitant to ask for advice here, since it could draw the wrong kind of crowd.

I'm really unsure about it, so I'll ask beneath the line.

So, the revelation is planned for later in the story, and it involves a main-turned-secondary character who acts as an early antagonist to the primary main character. He's trans (Female to Male), and because the reasoning behind his behavior isn't revealed until a chapter or two after the revelation that he's trans (I'm doing chapter by chapter), I'm worried that the message will be seen as "He's an annoying/bad/bothersome person because he's trans", and not "He's an annoying/bad/bothersome person, period."

Him being trans isn't a focus of his story arc, and transphobia (as well as homophobia) won't be used as story beats.

I know I can just not say anything about it, but I want him (and other planned trans characters) to be known. I just don't want to imply the wrong message.

I've got so many scene ideas, but I'm a linear writer, so I regularly have to put them back on the conveyer belt for later.

I'm very close to reaching a third of my projected chapter amount, but it's looking like I'm going to need more chapters.

I've recently passed 10,000 words in my original story. I honestly wasn't expecting to ever actually reach that number, and I still have so many chapters to go.

Hi sorry for being dead I've been writing a book, but I need honest opinions like I said I'm writing a book and there's romance in it but there's only one straight couple in the main group of my characters out of nine mcs and even then, the girl is bi. But I need to know if I should tone things down a little bit or if i should go all out. Getting mixed signals irl lmao. Also if you want in would love to yap abt it and I should be posting more soon... Hopefully at least

Wish

Wish

It truly was a wish come true. But you should always be careful what you wish for.

"Do you have any last wishes?" "Now you truly sound like a villain, after telling me their big plan to take over the world."

"If you had three wishes - anything possible - what would you wish for?"

"You have to make a wish!"

"I wish you would have talked to me."

Last wishes should almost always be granted.

"I wish for you to be quiet. For one second."

"Just wishful thinking, I'd say."

"Your wish is my command."

"I wish we could just go back to how things were."

"My first wish would always be to get infinite wishes. Duh."

"Don't tell me about your wish or it won't come true!"

"It's my last wish." "It's just a scratch. You're not dying, stop being dramatic."

How to make a wish:

throw a coin in a fountain

watch out for shooting stars

blow out birthday candles

wait for November 11th at 11:11

blow away an eyelash

Showing when writing: Emotions [part 1]

Embarrassment

blushing

fidgeting

sweating

hiding their face in their hands

wide eyes

crossing their arms around their body

stutters

stammering

shifting their weight from side to side

exaggerated movements

nervous quirks appear such as picking at their nails, playing with their hair, and rocking on their heels.

avoiding eye contact

glancing or staring at random objects

stiff smiles

scratching the back of their head or neck.

subject changing

forced laughter

Anticipation

big smiles

wetting their lips

energized

constant movement

grinning

can't concentrate

clumsiness

fidgeting

questions

Awe

frozen

wide eyes

slack jaw

harsh or erratic breathing

grinning

staring

Surprise/shock

gasping

open mouth

slack jaw

wide eyes

covering their mouth with their hands

raised eyebrows

frozen

staring

stepping back

stutters or stammers

Triumph

Tilting back head and yelling out

fist pumping in the air

Jumping

Roaring

Whooping

laughter

bright smiles

grinning

Anger/Threatening

Shaking fist

Pointing

crossed arms

glares

frowning

scowling

Stabbing with finger

Slamming fist against something

Veins throbbing

Jutting out their chin

Clenched fist

Clenched jaw

flushed face

Eyebrows lowered or furrowed

squinting

Teeth bared

Wide stance

Tight-lipped smile

Rapid breathing

Sweating

aggressive stance

Flared nostrils

Puffed chest

loud voice

Nervous

lip biting

biting nails

blinking

tears

stepping back

awkward laughter

clumsiness

dry lips

dry mouth

fidgeting

darting eyes

wrapping their arms around themselves

repeatedly folding and unfolding their arms

clutching at themselves, their hip/shoulder/stomach

drawn in/furrowed brows

avoiding eye contact

jittery

pitched voice

no appetite or nervous eating so a bigger appetite

pacing

toying with things

restless

bouncing leg

rubbing at their face

scratching

sweating trembling

if you want to support, take a look at my story - Thoraway villain

Did I daydream this, or was there a website for writers with like. A ridiculous quantity of descriptive aid. Like I remember clicking on " inside a cinema " or something like that. Then, BAM. Here's a list of smell and sounds. I can't remember it for the life of me, but if someone else can, help a bitch out <3

Full Moon Night ( Poetry No.1 )

The gleaming full moon.

Full of enchantment and delight.

A mysterious world shrouded in the iridescent, enthrall midnight.

A world full of distance howls carried through the briskly coolness when dusk sets.

Hoots and chirps of those who soar like falling stars through the clouds returning home to a heavenly delight.

A soft, but mysterious serene glow arises over the once black home to the many creatures of nightly magic.

An invite to all who seek its comfort within it's lighted, midnight shroud.

The soft gurgle of a mountain stream accompanied by a pine song, caused by the creaks and whistles of the trees sitting perched before and on the mighty fronts and crevices of the gray form.

The whispers form a soft mourning lullaby, when the bright lights of colorful dawn rise from the gray, rocky mountains.

The mysterious comfort of the moon dressed night has gone as another welcome to almost inescapable break of day.

But, it won't be gone forever.

For soon, it would be shrouded in the ever welcome nightly, star-dotted shroud.

For soon; it will be a full moon night again.

Books are a uniquely portable magic.

—Stephen King, On Writing

reblog if you believe fanfic writers are as valid and talented as any professional writer who publishes and sells their novels

I’m trying to prove a point

I’m not a perfectionist, but finding a typo or a grammatical error in my own already-published fic is like stepping on a Lego honestly

I'm considering writing but it seems so intimidating to actually write something for people to see. I want to so bad but I cant!!

Guys I wanna right but I can’t what’s wrong with me 😭😭😭

worldbuilding advice this, character development that, my sister in christ, i haven’t been able to put the words into a single sentence for a while, the amount of this kind of information (it seems useful!) terrifies me

Bruh described me in a nutshell

It's always

"When will fanfic writers update their stories?"

And never

"Does this fanfic writer have adequate enrichment to engage in writing behaviours?"

Fanfiction writers (Scriptor fictus) are intelligent animals who need plenty of enrichment as well as encouragement! If they're stuck in poor conditions (e.g. have studies, work, have to actually write to have something written) then they require the proper enrichment to engage in more healthy behaviours, like writing. Remember, due to poor breeding and socialisation, over half of all fanfic writers suffer from low self confidence and executive dysfunction so take care of them!

Give your fanfic writers proper care. Fanfiction writers are a life long commitment.

This is so painfully accurate it hurts

Glad to know I'm not alone

Literally me 😭🤣

“Oh my god you’re a writer? Can I read your stuff?”

As a dragon, you are used to humans entering to obtain your treasure or your head. "I need help with my magic school homework" is a new one though.

I can write after months of sitting and running behind my ass and then take a whole year just for the damn title and summary before going back into the thousand year writer's block slumber.

At least I got something out ☺️

writing is hard but coming up with a cunty title and catchy summary will slay even god's strongest soldier

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐆𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛꜱ -> [ᴏᴘᴇɴ.]

𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭

English is NOT my first language so please excuse any/all grammatical errors.

I take only three requests at a time due to how inconsistent I am. The rest shall be deleted. Sorry. (I choose whichever catches my eye first in order for me to get it out faster. You are allowed to request again as the same user (and the same request), the chances of your request getting deleted again are very low if it happened the first time.)

This blog is (mostly) NOT spoiler free. I do not read mangas, comics, etc I do my research to ensure my work is as accurate as possible. -> Not for all shows (shall be specified in the masterlist)

I write STRICTLY for readers only. Please do not request a character × OC one-shot, you will be ignored.

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𝐆𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

Masterlist. I write only for the fandoms listed in the masterlist. If more are added then I will make an update post on it.

Default reader is Female. Wish for something else? Specify. This counts also for the requests you make. Please specify what type of scenario you want because I don't know what to do with just "character x reader". [-> request shall be deleted]

I will only be taking one Male reader request per month due to possible inaccuracies I may portray.

Don't rush me. I have a life outside of this blog and can take however long I want to if it allows me to produce quality content. I tend to disappear often, so don't be surprised, I won't be opening my requests for months on end. Even when I post drabbles, that does not mean my requests are open.

I write smut but not right now as I'd like to focus on other aspects of writing rather than just that. I really like to write angst/dark romance (I am experimenting). It will be announced when I will write it again. -> Currently strictly reserved for friends/close mutuals.

Physical and any information regarding the reader shall be held mostly—if not always—ambiguous unless stated otherwise. However, I often write for full-figured individuals as myself.

Things I will not write -> adult × minor, MtF/FtM reader, disabilities, queer characters outside of Gay/Lesbian (heavily subjective to change due to personal reasons), Religion romanticisation (i.e: Priest/Nun!Character × reader), More TBA

Graphics -> pink 1, pink 2, pink 3

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ᴘɪɴɴᴇᴅ ᴘᴏꜱᴛ ........ ʙʟᴏɢ ʀᴜʟᴇꜱ

ᴘᴀɢᴇ ᴠɪɪ

All of you are saviours

Apparently a lot of people get dialogue punctuation wrong despite having an otherwise solid grasp of grammar, possibly because they’re used to writing essays rather than prose. I don’t wanna be the asshole who complains about writing errors and then doesn’t offer to help, so here are the basics summarized as simply as I could manage on my phone (“dialogue tag” just refers to phrases like “he said,” “she whispered,” “they asked”):

“For most dialogue, use a comma after the sentence and don’t capitalize the next word after the quotation mark,” she said.

“But what if you’re using a question mark rather than a period?” they asked.

“When using a dialogue tag, you never capitalize the word after the quotation mark unless it’s a proper noun!” she snapped.

“When breaking up a single sentence with a dialogue tag,” she said, “use commas.”

“This is a single sentence,” she said. “Now, this is a second stand-alone sentence, so there’s no comma after ‘she said.’”

“There’s no dialogue tag after this sentence, so end it with a period rather than a comma.” She frowned, suddenly concerned that the entire post was as unasked for as it was sanctimonious.

Several things to consider:

•How would they be ranked? Would it be based on a specific set of morals or based on the parent-child relationship? If two dads raise kids to the same standard, but one is homophobic and the other isn’t, and they teach that to their kids, who is the better dad? What decides the morals?

•There would most probably be a massive drop in domestic abuse/neglect. Dads would want to show off to other dads how good of a dad they were, and if it’s a lower ranking, there would be reason to suspect abuse/neglect.

•If somebody adopts a child, does the mug count that person as the child’s dad? If you didn’t realise you had a child, and you got a mug, would it still show a ranking? Do you have to be active in the child’s life? (For example: a stepdad with no biological children of his own. Would the mug count him as the dad, or the child’s biological father?)

•Would there be contests? Or what? Would there be prizes for being good dads?

•Would anybody find a way to exploit it?

All of the “#1 Dad” mugs in the world change to show the actual ranking of Dads suddenly.

My little sister started reading my story with a creepy villain and she came over to me to talk about the story and went:

"I don't know how long it takes for a body to decompose, bUt-"