#wrote it in a silly font to try and keep myself from taking things too seriously and it’s making me giggle but also making it kinda hard to
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sexynetra · 1 year ago
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secret project? *pretend that theres the eyes emojis here im on the puter and have no emojis*
Me when I make posts on my iPad and it’s glitched so I can’t access the emoji keyboard and I want to put 🥺 after everything bc I’m chronically addicted.
Anyways, new grandekofi fic in the works 😈 who can blame me after last nights shenanigans
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jmflowers · 3 years ago
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Fic questions… 4 and 7 please!
4. answered here
7. Writing habits:
I wrote a genuine novel in response to this, which is less habits and more my method, so... it’s below the cut.
           My process is kind of weird, but it works for me. Right now, I’m at the start of a new project, so I’ve been letting myself rest after finishing the last big thing I worked on – watching a show, reading, relaxing. I’ve been taking notes on ideas I want to play with and screenshotting prompts that have been sent my way so I can look at them on my phone whenever I want. The other bit of my preparation is listening to music – when I’m in a project, I build a playlist and typically only listen to that, but in between projects I try to listen to music I haven’t heard in a while to see if a theme or a lyric hits me as important for the next project’s playlist. I’ve also been researching words that don’t translate to English for titles.
           Next, I’ll dive into writing my first draft. As I’ve said in other answers, I try to spend as little time as possible on the first draft and focus instead on just getting the words out. If I get in my head and start worrying about phrasing, it’s over. The first draft is often only dialogue (half of which gets cut in edits), only movement, or a fuckton of duplicated words. I throw 90% of this draft out by draft two, so I just need a basic image of how the scene is going to play out.
           I typically start on draft two before draft one is fully completed, I don’t know why. I think I get bored. This is where I end up typing way more than I actually use, because I use the HP half screen magnetizing whatever-you-call-it feature and place the draft one doc on half my screen and a new, blank doc for draft two on the other half of my screen. I never, ever just copy and paste what I’ve written into a new doc (even if I’m posting to tumblr, tbh): everything gets typed out again. As I re-type things is when my brain comes alive and I start formulating better phrasing or new ideas or add sections that weren’t present to begin with. Sometimes the scene takes on an entirely different shape, sometimes it keeps the same rhythm and just gets bigger. If I get stuck during this, I go back a few paragraphs and start over. During the powder room scene in Travel Light, I initially wrote Carina tired, but the further I went down that path, the harder it was to make the conversation between her and Maya happen, so I threw it all out and started over. This is where I start to get ruthless.
           Often, I tumble into a third draft from here. Again, I don’t necessarily finish draft one or two before starting three. This is also a moment when I pin the previous doc to half my screen and start in typing on a new doc on the other half. (This is a weird habit of mine that I wish I could explain.) I retype everything once more. This is tedious and exhausting and probably why it takes me so long to get shit done, but I have no interest in changing my method. Draft three is where I get highly, highly critical with my stuff. I cut any dialogue that is redundant or potentially out of character or too telling. I read everything spoken aloud to make sure it sounds authentic to how I’ve heard people communicate with each other. I never, ever want my characters to say exactly what they’re feeling because I don’t know a single person on earth who does that. I cut anything that could be construed as my own regional slang if my characters aren’t from where I live. In Canada, we love to say we’re “heading” to things and that pops up in my work a lot before draft three. When I wrote for Charity/Vanessa, this is where I would add more British slang – budge up and torch and tuck in. And if any word shows up less than three paragraphs from where it was used before… I change it. That’s a silly pet peeve of mine.
           Finally, I read it over and over and over again. I read it on different screens or in different fonts, attempting to catch every typo or grammar mistake or punctuation error. I do this until it feels like my eyes are bleeding. I do this even after I’ve posted. It’s stupidly important to me that my finished work is as polished as I can make it.
           For fun habits… like I said, I build playlists. I usually pick up some little thing that helps me settle into writing for the specific characters I’m dealing with. During Extraordinary Measures, I had a coconut candle on my desk that I would smell while writing to put the scent of Arizona’s shampoo in my mind. While writing for Charity/Vanessa, I would make myself a cup of tea before I sat down to write and anytime I hit a wall (I drank so much tea that I developed sensitive teeth). For Maya/Carina, I think I’m just attached to my laptop; as long as I have it to work on, I can and do write anywhere and everywhere. My coworkers on the farm have gotten used to me typing during lunch breaks.
           I’m in a rhythm right now where it’s very easy to hammer out 700-1700 words in a single sitting. That brings me immense joy. If I write any amount within that range in a day, I’m content with my efforts. Whenever I feel like I’ve had enough, though, I stop and do or work on something else.
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Deck the Halls with Boughs of Silly
Summary: Take three ghosts and a teenage girl, who happen to be in one band. Have them organize a Christmas party, with decorations, gifts exchange, dancing, caroling, and friends. What you get is the best Christmas EVER, Phantoms-style. A @jatpdaily Secret Santa 2020 gift for @bisexualrhee
Also on AO3.
Merry Christmas Emilia!!! I hope these holidays are going to bring you lots of joy, and the next year is going to be much, much, muuuuch better than this one! Stand tall! Anyho-ho-ho, here’s your story! I hope you like it!
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At first they planned a small celebration purely for Luke. It’d been his family tradition and since he obviously couldn’t celebrate with his mother and father, the band decided to orchestrate a little Christmas party to take Luke’s mind off of things like another anniversary of him running out on his parents, or being - you know - a musician spirit. 
But it sort of snowballed from there and as usual things were never simple for long when Sunset Curve was around.
***
Julie went absolutely nuts with Christmas lights, turning the studio’s ceiling into a miniscule version of the Milky Way. Ray happened to wander inside as she was installing a wee galaxy under the roof, balancing carelessly on a tall ladder. 
After the mandatory lecture on safety Ray smiled slyly and asked if Julie intended to communicate with any missing colleagues from the Upside Down. 
Julie flashed him a panicked look before laughing stiffly. “What?” she asked.
“The Upside Down? Demogorgon? Joyce communicating through lights with Will?” Ray explained. “Come on, we’ve watched Stranger Things like two weeks ago!”
“Ah, Stranger Things,” his daughter chuckled nervously. 
“Stranger indeed,” someone murmured at the bottom of the ladder, for her ears only.
“So… that’s a lot of Christmas lights, huh?” Ray decided to change the subject.
“Yeah, for ambience, you know,” Julie busied herself with the cords. 
“And totally not for a-ny-thing supernatural,” a second voice from the other side of the ladder assured mockingly. Julie had to purse her lips to keep herself from laughing.
“Good. That’s good,’ Ray swung his arms, taking a few long strides towards the door. “Well, then, have an ambient evening!” He disappeared outside.
“Thanks, Dad!” Julie yelled after him, trying to be louder than Reggie, who uttered a cordial “Thanks, Ray!” upon the man’s departure.
“Reggie, Luke!” Julie chided. “You were supposed to hold that ladder, not chat with Dad!”
***
Reggie, to Luke’s disappointment, called dibs on dressing up as Santa Claus. Julie couldn’t imagine a better suited candidate than the happy-go-lucky bassist. Although - she chuckled to herself - it would be funny to see a possibly sleeveless Santa.
The self appointed Father Christmas poofed out and was back a few seconds later sporting a shiny red leather jacket and a matching cowboy hat with a white fluffy fringe around the broad rim. A false beard hung loosely around his jaw. Red cowboy boots completed the look. Now Julie was sure, a sleeveless Santa could never compare.
“You like?” Reggie asked as he swaggered proudly around the studio, showing off his outfit. 
Julie cleared her throat. “Cooooool,” she breathed, fighting off the silly grin that threatened to betray her real opinion. Miraculously, she kept a straight face, even though all she wanted to do was to collapse in a fit of giggles. 
“Your take on Santa is truly astounding.” Alex announced with poorly veiled sarcasm. “Also I’m starting to regret some of my earlier decisions,” he added under his breath.
Luke looked like he was torn between mocking Reggie and sulking, but he ultimately decided to move to the next point on their agenda. “Gifts! Gifts! Gifts!” he chanted.
“Darn right!” Reggie rubbed his hands. “Now that your Santa is here, it’s time for presents!”
He opened the huge sack filled with packages of various sizes. “Me first!” he announced, pulling out a set of envelopes. There was one for each of the band’s members. “Don’t mean to brag, but these are real pearls,” he winked.
“You got us real pe-… okay…” Alex ripped the envelope and pulled out a page with sheet music. He inspected the score, humming quietly. “Hey, it’s a country song!”
“Mine too!” Julie piped in from over her sheet.
“No way!” Luke showed his own page. He burst into laughter.
“This is going to get awkward pretty soon,” Alex sing-sang.
And as if he was a fortune teller, right on cue came Reggie’s squeal of delight. 
He’d just fished out a package with his name on it and pulled out a… page of sheet music. He skipped over the notes and lyrics. “OH-MY-GOSH!” he cried. “You wrote me a country song, Julie!”
“Julie?!” came a surprised shout from both Alex and Luke. “But-”
“Oh, here’s another one for me,” Santa dived into the bag only to pull out another envelope and… yes, another page tightly covered with notes and lyrics, definitely less reader-friendly than the first one. “Oh, Luuuuuke!” Reggie awed. 
“Luke?” Now Alex turned to the lead guitarist, eyes as large as saucers. 
“I wrote him a little bit of something, country style,” Luke smiled benevolently, “I had to reciprocate for his gift of the horse song, you know.”
“‘Bike Shack Polka’ sounds AWE-some!” Reggie pressed the page to his chest. “You guys are just... “ he wiped a tear, that might have been only a little bit imaginary, from his eye.
“Is there- “ Alex squeaked, then cleared his throat, “is there maybe another envelope?” he asked.
Reggie shot him a surprised look, but obediently rummaged in the sack and indeed found another envelope. He opened it and-
“You have got to be kidding me!” he shrieked. 
Alex grinned with satisfaction. “Not bad for the first time, even if I say so myself.”
“Not bad? Not bad?” Reggie was still staring at the page. “Alex, this has ‘our first country single’ material written all over it!” 
“Country single?” Now Julie and Luke looked up from their own pages. 
“Best Christmas E V E R!” Reggie announced, proudly presenting the three country songs he received. “With the ones I wrote for you we are close to having enough numbers for an entire album!” he squealed with joy.
The rest of the band looked at each other in quiet stupefaction.
“What have we done?” Alex mouthed.
“You’d better start learning how to fiddle really fast, Julie,” Luke whispered, raising a brow.
Handing out the rest of the gifts went relatively smoothly. Julie awed at the gorgeous notebook with a dahlia patterned cover. 
“For all our greatest hits,” Luke murmured into her ear. He already finished attaching the new strap to his six-string. It had a cute motif of little glittery ghosts that Julie had painstakingly applied, rhinestone after rhinestone. 
The gifts from Alex were - as one might suspect - thoughtful and endearing. For Julie he selected a pink hoodie, a smaller version of his own. He must have noticed her envious looks, but now the only thing he saw in her face was joy, as she sank inside the soft garment. Luke got a tank top with “MY name is LUKE'' printed in big letters, with a small font addition of “Really. Definitely NOT Trevor nor Bobby'' underneath.
Finally the drummer unwrapped the last gift: a baseball cap, one of those he wore so often, with a set of reindeer antlers at the sides. He immediately put it on and raced to Reggie.
“Let’s go, Santa!” he crouched allowing for the bassist to jump onto his back, piggyback style. Then he cantered around the studio, to Julie’s impromptu “Run Rudolph Run'' a cappella performance. 
They’d probably switch to gallop really soon if it wasn’t for Luke’s frantic gestures. “Reggie!” he shouted, meaningfully raising his brows.
“What? Oh, put me down!” Santa demanded. “I forgot there’s one more gift!” He disappeared outside following Luke’s lead.
The boys opened the door a little wider and carried a huge box inside. It took them both to lift it, although it didn’t seem heavy for them. It was the size that was giving them trouble. They put it in front of Alex and patted their backs.
“Go on,” they encouraged. “Open it.”
Alex untied the wide ribbon that held the box together and its sides fell down.
“Oh- Wow,” Alex’s voice broke and he blinked a few times. He reached out, as if grabbing something.
“What?” Julie pushed to the front. “It’s… empty?” She looked questioningly to the drummer, then to Luke and Reggie. “You gave him an empty box?”
The boys knitted their brows in confusion. Luke was faster to understand. “She can’t see him,” he noted.
“See who?” The girl was at a loss. “There’s no one there.”
“Oh, right!” Reggie slapped his forehead in sudden realization. “Hang on, I got this!”
He poofed out again, appearing a few seconds later with Julie’s dream box in his hands. She zeroed in on him, the scolding of the year on the tip of her tongue, but Reggie just waved a hand.
“Calm down, Jules, it’s only for the glitter,” he pulled out a bag of shiny particles. “Now look!” he instructed. He spilled a bit of the substance onto his palm and then blew it in the direction of the box. 
Julie watched obediently, as the glitter cloud traveled through the air until it reached the box. And then she saw him. There was another boy standing on the cardboard, squeezing Alex’s hand. When he noticed she finally saw him he bowed.
“Julie, meet William,” Luke introduced the newcomer. 
“Call me Willie,” the boy smiled a glittery smile. “Nice to finally meet the famous Julie. I’ve heard a lot about you!”
“You’re Willie!” Julie replied with a smile of her own. “And likewise.”
***
“I’m finally here!” Flynn called from the door. “Are you alo- oh, who’s the glitter boy? And where’s the rest of the guys?”
“One thing at a time, gurl,” Julie laughed. “This is Willie. He’s a friend of Alex’s.”
Flynn gave a little wave. “And the boys?” She looked around as if she could ever see them without music. 
“They’re here alright, just- Alex, wait, what are you doing with that?”
Poof! Now there was a second glittery silhouette next to Willie. And once Flynn focused on the shape, she could also hear the voice. 
“Hi, Flynn! Long time no see,” Alex quipped.
Poof! Now a third glitter-boy became visible, waving enthusiastically at the girls. 
“This is awesome,” Reggie said. “Best Christmas ever!”
“So now we’re only missing Luke,” Alex pointed to something that to Flynn looked like empty air. “But apparently he’s above covering himself with glitter,” he added sourly.
“Wait, I have an idea!” Julie announced. She untangled a string of Christmas lights from one of the shelves and proceeded to decorate the empty space, wrapping the cord around it until it formed a vague shape of a man. 
The rest of the group nodded appreciatively, though brilliant as they were, the lights didn’t solve all of the problems - the shape still had no visible face, hence no voice.
Julie tapped her lip thoughtfully. “At this point it’s either glitter, beauty powder or we start playing, which is gonna be exhausting.”
Flynn thought she heard the slightest sigh from Luke’s light form. Julie nodded and went for her purse. She produced a round box of pressed powder and handed it to Luke. He applied it gingerly and finally Flynn could see his face. Kind of. At least now she had an idea where his face was and what was his current expression. The final result - of a powdered face floating over a spiral of Christmas lights - was rather weird, if not disturbing.
“Happy now?” Alex asked. He looked as if he was having the time of his life. 
“Happy,” Luke grunted. He didn’t sound particularly happy. “Can we do something else now?” 
“Awww, had I known a Christmas tree was an option, I wouldn’t want to be Santa,” Reggie jested. 
***
The party was in full swing and once they started singing and dancing, the boys became easily visible to Flynn. No aids were required at this point, but Luke refused to take off the lights. He stuck a star to his beanie, completing the Christmas tree look. It didn’t stop him from showing off his dancing skills. Julie suspected it was to top Nick’s performance at the dance rehearsal, which was a rather silly thing to do. Yet she smiled to herself at the thought of Luke feeling he needed to compete for her attention.
“Luke, you make such a nice snake,” Flynn commented after a particularly showy worm move . She nudged Julie in the ribs, “He’s definitely a Slytheryn, right?”
All the ‘musical spirits’ gave her a blank stare.
“A sly-what?” Reggie was the first to talk.
“Awww,” Flynn continued, clearly not having read the room, “you and Alex are definitely Hufflepuff material.”
Alex frowned and turned to Julie. “Is she ghost shaming us? We don’t huffle and puff, we’re well-mannered ghosts.” 
He didn’t get his reply as both of the girls, and Willie as well, collapsed in a fit of laughter. 
***
When they finally got tired of dancing and prancing, they decided to give a few old classics a new spin.
“On the twelve day of Christmas my true love gave to meeee,” Reggie belted out, pointing to Alex.
“Twelve drummers drumming,” Alex carried on, pointing to Julie.
“Eleven dahlias blooming,” Julie nodded to Luke.
“Ten terrific gigs,” Luke rasped, nudging Flynn to go on.
“Nine whole brain cells,” Flynn tried to pat Willie on the shoulder. Her hand went through glitter, but he got the message.
“Eight wheels a-skateboard,” he sang in a surprisingly warm tenor. He turned to Reggie closing the circle.
“Seven country a-songs,” the bassist wiggled his eyebrows at Luke, changing the order
“Six best friends forever,” the guitarist sang without missing a beat.
“Five dirty candies,” Alex twirled gracefully, eliciting a bout of laughter.
“Four cute ghosts,” Flynn wrinkled her nose.
“Three deadly hotdogs,” Willie chuckled.
“Two awesome girlfriends,” Julie squeezed her friend’s hand. 
“And a Luuuuke as a Christmasy treeeeeeee!” The said Luke bellowed, in an opera worthy baritone.
They all sank to the ground and laughed, laughed, laughed until their tummies hurt and tears appeared in their eyes.
Alex moved closer to Willie, his back against the couch. He looked around to his company. His friends. His family. Their family.
That’s what it was. Loud. Mismatched. Messy. Hardened by life and death. A little bit silly, a little bit damaged. Supernatural at places, magical to the core. It was theirs and they wouldn’t have it any other way.
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Many thanks to @goblin-alchemist for betareading and her advice!!!
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georgemackayhey · 6 years ago
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More Than A Night Out
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You sat behind the roped off a section of a smoke-filled bar in one of Vegas' most hectic hotels, sporting a fancy dress and feeling a bit anxious.
"I'm George. And you're who I'm supposed to be introducing myself to, right?" He stood leaning in close before you clad in a casual leather jacket with his hands shoved in his pockets. Reading body language had become a much more important part of this job than you'd once figured. But there was a difference between assessing and staring. And you had to catch yourself on the edge of openly gawking at the lean beauty who called himself George.
"Yes, yes, thanks for sparing some time for a chat." You smiled warmly, scooting to the corner of the curved red vinyl booth. George let his nervous grin flicker into a warmer expression as he slid in to meet the opposite corner of the table.
You were a writer for an independent magazine based out of New York. Your publisher had sent you all over America to interview all kinds of talented people of current pop culture. You were used to celebrities and their lingo, and you were used to the pseudo niceties these interviews came along with. After answering your questions with nothing but pride, your subjects would leave and go on being popular. It was your job to make them seem like normal human beings, with an overload of charm.  
In your lap, a hardback notebook held all your hastily scribbled questions that you thought up in preparation for this moment. You were meant to ask George MacKay how his latest film had changed his life and about his rise to fame. You were supposed to get him to gush about acting and tell you some beautiful antidote no other interview had managed to hear the likes of. Your job tonight was to focus on George's latest project, 1917. But George asked the first question.
"So you've been doing this a while, huh?" The man with sky blue eyes asked. A waiter had breezed by, sliding a list of drinks for you pair to choose from.
"I only ask because the bio in your email was like, really impressive. I don't know if I'm worthy." George laughed, gazing at the beer list as you shrugged. You had conducted conversations with the likes of many old, jaded stars. Tonight was different. A young, spirited man sat across from you and his eyes were shining right into yours. You were completely unworthy.
"Don't worry. I'll only write exactly what you say." You smiled, eyeing the mixed drinks, but only ordering water when the waiter came back by.
"What's been your craziest interview?" George wondered, propping his chin in his hand as he looked to you like a boy in school, and you were a fireman on career day. You laughed out loud, because yes. You laugh because you were supposed to be asking the questions.
"I made Axel Rose cry." You grinned, peeking behind a strand of your hair to ensure this wasn't something you went around telling everyone. "He was the guest during a benefit for our magazine. I asked about his family and he just sort of lost it."
George laughed out loud, beaming at you. So far, this felt more like riffing with an old friend of a friend. You nearly forgot about the list of questions in your lap. But even after you cracked open your notebook, George still had more to say.
"With the right questions, I bet you get a lot of dirt." He rose a pale brow as if there was something he was trying to get you to understand. A code he wished you would crack.
"You should let me ask you a few." You mused, leaning in a little closer to establish your longing to get this show on the road. Not that you wanted the night to end sooner. You could have basked in the glow of his blinding smile for all time. But you were on a clock...
George watched your mouth move as you asked him about 1917. He looked you in the eyes when he told you his favorite memories from set. You watched his hands move around as he explained the impact that acting out such a tumultuous time period had on his personal and professional life. In the lulls in between conversation, when he paused to sip his lager, your eyes met each others. It was by far one of the more enjoyable nights of your career. He was easy to listen to and very lovely to look at.
When the clock struck midnight, and your notebook was filled with more information than you'd even consider finalizing, the night ended. With smiles and genuine thanks, you parted from the grotty Vegas bar. But as you made your way through the casino, you turned back to see George lingering near the elevators, watching you disappear into the crowd.
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Up in your luxurious room, too nice for someone to stay in all alone, you checked your phone. You had a flight to catch in the morning, travel that would put you home right in time for the weekend.
But a dark email loomed at the top of your notification bar. Your flight had been delayed due to weather, a wicked snow storm had taken residence in New York. Seriously, this late in February? The airline had given you a limited few options for later flights, and you slumped on the downy hotel bed, booking the soonest flight out of this trashy city.
Looked like you'd be spending another day hanging around the hotel that felt more like a small city of its own. Luckily, you had something, rather; someone to write that would keep you pleasantly distracted.
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Last nights silky was totally worth sporting in front of your modern-day movie star crush, but you were glad to be more comfortable this morning. After a long scalding shower, you slipped into reasonable leggings and an old band shirt that was a few sizes too large. This could pass as sporty, right? With thoughts of fashion draining from your head, you grabbed your laptop and started a lazy shuffle toward the lobby of the hotel.
You usually wrote in coffee shops, back home, but the lobby swarmed with tourists was a little too hectic for your liking. Luckily, you wandered to the opposite wing of the lodge and found a relatively cozy nook outside of a casino. It was too early for the swarm of gamblers to distract you with drunken cheers, but the stead buzz of well-groomed patrons coming and going from the bar was white noise music to your ears.
You nestled into a chaise lounge chair by a window and ignored everything besides your laptop screen. There was nothing that could stop you from spending a little too long scrolling through George's fan tag on Instagram. When you finally started to outline the story based on his interview, you were one hundred words from your limit of one thousand, and you still hadn't said everything you wanted. You could have gushed over his polite and charming nature long enough to take up every page of the magazine you worked for.
But you reigned yourself in, reworded for a while, and started to finalize the article when a passer-by disrupted your work for the first time in a couple of hours.
"Is that about me?" It was him.
"Oh my God." You laughed, clutching onto your laptop like an instinct. You were shocked to see George again; dressed in a fine-looking sweater that made your heart buzz with a silly warmth. You cursed your leggings and wondered why you were stupid enough to wear your old thrift store Bowie tshirt in public.
"Can I read it?" George grew a wicked grin, moving to sit at the foot of the chaise you occupied. You scrambled to straighten your poster as your heart speed up in search of an excuse. You really shouldn't let him do that- but you couldn't say no to his sweet face, especially when he was smiling right at you.
"Uh..." You glanced between George and the laptop you'd been staring at for far too long. You realized that you were one spell check away from sending the damn thing in. You pressed the spellcheck button in a flash, so you wouldn't have to lie. But no errors were found, and you were left with zero choice.
"Just know I shouldn't be doing this." You warned, scooting your laptop away with a cringe. George, in all his charm, waggled his brow at you as he leaned in a little closer to read your story. You held your breath at his silly expression and ceased to breathe the entire time his eyes locked onto your laptop screen.
"This..." George spoke up after a very scary bout of silence. He shook his head as his eyes scanned the page on your laptop, and you felt your heart begin to stall.
"You actually, like... listened to what I had to say," George smirked in unmistakable disbelief. "It's so much more than a Q&A. You drew conclusions and made our conversation into a story. It's perfect." George glanced up to you for the first time in a while, and his eyes were searing into yours.
"Geez," You chuckled nervously, digging your nails into the stitching on the cushion below you. "Thank you, George. I never really get feedback like that from anyone I write for." You realized. Sure, you're articles we're promoted by the people featured in them, but they hardly ever had a direct comment on your work.
"When is it coming out?" George wondered, leaning on his elbow, looking up toward you. You leaned toward the laptop that was the barrier between you and the pretty man, but were closer to him than ever before.
"I just have to change the font..." You noted, pressing buttons as you spoke.  "open my email..." George's eyes eventually flickered from your face back to your screen. "and send it in."
"Would you like to do the honors?" You grinned, moving the cursor over the send button on the screen. George gazed back to you with a hearty chuckle but didn't waste much more time before clicking the send button for you.
"And now we wait." You shrugged, wrapping your arms around your waist as the handsome man smiled your way. Oh if you'd only put on a little lipstick...
"How should we pass the time, then?" George wondered in a curious lilt. "Oh, let's go drink one of those thirty-four-ounce margaritas to celebrate. It's the perfect occasion to day drink." Was he kidding? Because you weren't entirely sure if you were being punk'd or not, you tried to hide your wide-eyed reaction as you responded.
"I'm hardly dressed for the occasion." You grinned, shutting your laptop.
"If it's any consolation, that bar is empty right now, besides there's a lady asleep in the back in her clothes from last night." George pointed across the way. There we're people flooding the casino and taking their drinks to gamble. There was no way you were about to pass up this opportunity.
In the blink of an eye, you were sitting at a bar top, turned toward each other to share a ridiculously overpriced thirty-four-ounce strawberry margarita out of honest to God silly straws.
"This should actually be illegal."
"Do you remember the prohibition, George?" You laughed, watching the blended ice travel through the purple looped straw as you sipped.
"Of course not." George laughed incredulously. "Just because I lived through the war doesn't mean I'm that old."
"Ha ha." You mused, wondering why it was so easy to be around George. You'd just met him, but from the moment he opened his mouth, it was like you'd been chatting together for years. It was like he saw past the questions you were being paid to ask, and heard you asking them. Maybe just because you really did want to know his answers.
"I want to know what you've lived through," George demanded, taking a turn to drink out his straw from the margarita you'd been sharing. He'd been asking questions like that since you'd met him, and your chest blossomed with nerves as he peered up at you through his lashes. In your nervous scramble to give George an answer, your brain settled on a story about the first time you met Will Smith.
"Wait, wait, wait." George broke away from his green silly straw and held a dismissive hand out in front of you.
"We're off the record now, y/l/n. I want to know the real shit! Ya know, the last time you cried. Your Chipoltle order." George was waving his hands as if his questions were obvious. You laughed out loud, throwing your head back and relishing the moment you realized how lucky you were to be living in this moment.
So you reluctantly told him some things. You couldn't justify giving your best details away, but you liked the idea of a stranger knowing you the worst thing you did in second grade, and a silly trademark your family coined. George kept his brilliant gaze set on you, and you could almost see your own stories coming to life in his eyes. He was actually listening to you.
The focus on you was becoming a bit too overwhelming, so you shifted to ask George a few more questions, tipsy enough to pry for a few of the same antidotes George had asked you for. After laughing over a few fun facts about his hometown and the time he ran away from his mum in the supermarket, you both settled into silence. You were busy trying to compute how wild this afternoon had turned.
"How long are you staying?" He asked after a beat. When he caught your attention, you realized he'd never lost it and you'd been staring at him like you longed to do last night.
"Oh uh-"
"I was gifted tickets to one of those Cirque shows and my friend's flights got canceled.. So... I thought maybe... you'd wanna..."
"I... sure." You sit up straight, trying to bite back the cheesy grin on your face. You weren't sure how you ended up here in Vegas, sharing a drink with a stunning boy, but you thanked your lucky stars as George went one telling you the details he'd roped you into tonight.
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The storm in New York had only gotten worse, as you scrolled through updates on your cities local website. Your flight was supposed to take off tomorrow morning, but the storm hadn't let up since the last flight got canceled. You decided now wasn't the time to worry, and went about tearing through your suitcase praying you'd find something nice enough to wear.
You exchanged room numbers, agreeing to meet up at George's tonight. You had more than enough time to get ready but still scrambled to present yourself as perfectly as possible. Agreeing to a night out with George was as lucky as you'd ever been.
After shimmying into a pretty outfit and fixing your makeup just right, your phone buzzed with a notification. Your editor had sent you the final edit of the story you'd written for George, praising you for a job well done. You couldn't help but giggled as you skipped down the hall on the way to George's room, three stories higher.
"Hello, love! You look wonderful." George smiled wide as he opened the door, gesturing for you to come in. His single room was much like yours, a living area and kitchen big enough to house a family, and a bedroom off down the hall. Vegas confounded you.
You rested your room key on a desk near the door and watched George slide into a sharp blue jacket, bringing out the shine of his matching eyes. God, how did he get better looking by the minute?
He escorted you from his suite with a coy grin as if your outing was scandalous.
"Your interview should be published next week. My editor loves it." You informed, walking in step with George to the elevators.
"Of course they do, you're an incredible writer." George pulled a face as if this were a fact everyone knew. You pushed the elevator button with a roll of your eyes, unsure how to handle his outlandish flattery.
"All because of the answers you gave me. You're an incredible subject." You fawned, feeling brave enough to in one fleeting moment.
"Then we make the perfect pair," George smirked at you, keeping his eyes on yours as you passed into the elevator doors. Your legs must have figured out how to move on their own because you felt a bit stunned still by the look in George's eye after his soft comment.
The Cirque show was just across the street in another hotel. But because Vegas was insane, it took you a solid fifteen minutes to cross between traffic and a packed hotel lobby to get to the venue inside. By the time you and George settled into your seats, you felt all too unworthy of what was happening.
"Thanks again for bringing me along. I don't know how I got so lucky." You huffed a nervous laugh, trying not to openly swoon over how close you were to the boy. His leg was just barely far enough away from brushing against yours, and you were meant to sit there like it was totally cool for the next hour.
"Trust me, I'm the lucky one." George nodded, turning his head toward the stage as the lights went dim. Your heart was beating a mile a minute and during the first few minutes of the show, all you could truly focus on was how close George was to you. You felt like a schoolgirl on her first date, and reprimanded yourself for letting your feelings get this way.
But halfway through the show, something astounding happened. It was more thrilling than all the acrobatics and dance numbers happening on stage before you. George let his fingers bloom across your palm before they fit perfectly between yours. He sat holding your hand with his eyes fixed on the show, while you tried to keep from melting off the seat into a puddle.
The show ended and you walked out of the theater together, quietly flooding out into the street that was somehow busier than before.
"Thanks for that. I've only been to Vegas for work and have never had time to do the cheesy trashy fun bits."
"Me either." George looked to you and you could tell he was brewing some idea behind his sparkling eyes. Just then, his full name was called out from somewhere beyond your shared gaze. That's when you realized you were still holding his hand. You took a step back, untangling your fingers when you realized a group of drunk college students were excitedly asking for George's photo. You watched from a few steps away and swallowed the silly blooming crush you couldn't shake. What happens in Vegas stayed, right? Maybe you were both just blinded by the ancient ideal.
But when the fans disbanded, George didn't waste a beat slipping his hand back into your grasp.
"Let's go have some fun." He waggled his brow the same as he had hours ago, smirking all the while.
You proceeded to drink and laugh and gamble and dance into the early morning. Your evening became a blur of flashing neon lights and booming bass notes. Even in your alcohol-fueled daze, you fully felt George's fingers linger on your shoulder as he led you to and from the dance floor. His touch was warm and steady and the only thing that made sense in the night full of fast-paced fun you had no time to process.
On the walk back to the hotel, reality threatened to seep in as your feet burned in your heels. When you realized you left your room key in George's room, you felt no shame in taking your heels off and walking the hotel carpet with a little more ease. "I'm all for a movie night in but that was so much fun."
"Me too. Let's have a movie night next." George grinned, wasted as you were.
"Yes!" You fawned in exhausted excitment.
He led you into his room where your room key sat waiting where you'd left it. But the thought of walking one more step made you want to cry. So you asked if George minded if you sat for a moment; settling on the tiny loveseat giving your feet a break and talking yourself into the last bit of walking toward your room.
Yeah, big mistake. Before you knew it, you were totally passed out there and slept soundly on the sofa in a room that wasn't yours. When you woke up and noticed your shoe's near George's by the door you felt so embarrassed for having crashed like that, your weak hangover trumped by shame.
"Shit." You mutter, quietly moving to sneak toward the door. Your cellphone rested on the counter next to your room key. But as you reach for your things, you hear George shuffle into the room. He's dressed for a new day in a plain button-up and suit jacket.
"Oof, I'm really sorry for falling asleep." You cringed, grabbing your room key, a little afraid to look right in George's eye.
"It's alright really." He nodded. "It was so late, I don't know how you slept on that little thing. But  I didn't want to move you and make it weird." George kind of grimaced, hoping his comment wasn't as equally unwelcome as he seemed to think the action might have been. "I'm sorry you don't have to leave just yet."
"I have a flight, actually." You frowned suddenly, wishing you didn't have to leave this place you hated a day ago. But as you unlocked your phone to make sure you weren't too late, there we're a slew of emails from your flight agency, canceling your morning commute again.
"And now I don't have a flight."
George's phone seemed to buzz to life at the same moment, it was a new day after all. He glanced at his notifications frowning the same as you just had.
"Well I was going to invite you to breakfast but I've got another meeting added to my list of a ridiculous amount of things to do today." George sighed.
You knew the fun would have to come to an end sooner rather than later, he was a busy guy, an increasingly important, beautiful, busy guy. And you were stuck in Vegas all over again, without much to keep you occupied from how much you'd grown to love it here, just a little.
"Maybe we can have that movie night if I get back early enough." George smiled, leaning over to retrieve his shoes from the doormat. You couldn't believe George had remembered your off the cuff remark from early this morning, but somehow his comment felt more like a raincheck, than an invite. And whether you were hungover or paranoid, you couldn't tell.
So you took the cue to gather your things, opting to carry your shoes and stood in the doorway.
"You know where to find me, then." You offered, too afraid of agreeing right off and seeming too desperate to spend more time with him. You wished George good luck with all his movie star duties for the day and sulked on the long walk back to your shitty matching room.
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Your day was spent ordering room service, exhausted by the idea of going back out and about in all the madness that made up Vegas. You scrolled through a measly list of flights to take, opting to stay another night and hoping the storm would pass soon. Soon, the sun was setting and after a long bubble bath, you slipped into your favorite pair of pj's, planning to listen to some podcasts to make the most of this evening. But just as you finished cleaning up, a knock came at your door. You hadn't ordered more room service, and there was a sign dangling from your door handle warning away the maids.
You were surprised to find George on the other side of your door, looking happy to see you. You honestly hadn't expected to see him again, you thought your luck had run its course. And you spent the whole day trying not to reminisce over the way you'd grown more comfortable near each other as the night went on.
You greeted him with a smile, comfortable enough in your pj's when you noticed he was wearing joggers now, too.
"You shed the suit?" You laughed.
"I figured if we're having a movie night I better dress for the occasion," George smirked. You hung your head to hide your blush and opened the door wider for him to come in all the way.
Okay, so maybe you had failed to plan this far ahead, but you hardly cared what happened next. You and George floated to the sofa in front of the television, and he reached for the remote.
“Have you memorized the tv guide yet?” George prodded as you sat next to him, leaving a sliver of space for good measure.
“I’ll have you know I’ve been far too busy running around the city this weekend.” You smiled, turning your gaze toward the television, too skittish to meet George’s baby blue eyes this close up.
He clicked his tongue as if to say “what a shame” all while flipping through channels. He landed on Hallmark, tossing the remote down ceremoniously. You couldn’t help but laugh as the movie seemed to just begin.
“Is that Betty White?” You chuckled.
“You’re welcome.” George boasted over getting lucky finding this film queued up perfectly for the two of you on this spontaneous night. You spent a little bit laughing over the cheesy musical flares and dramatics that made up every great Hallmark film, this one included. But as the film played on, you couldn’t help but notice the bits of genuinely good storytelling peeking through.
George kept you laughing throughout the film, but near the end, both of you got quiet and watched in silence until the credits rolled.
“Damn. That was actually just a little bit good.” George spoke up, a little quiet. That’s when you noticed how close he’d gotten to you. The sliver of space you’d left at the beginning of the movie was now barely noticeable.
“Yeah.” You laughed, amazed by more than just the film. “This whole weekend has been surprisingly wonderful.” You spoke softly, daring to glance right at George, who had already fixed his eyes on you.
You couldn't tell who made the first move but the next thing you know, you're kissing him. You and George took turns sharing feather-light pecks, each of you chasing each other kiss after one ended. George was definitely the first to place both strong hands around the back of your head and kiss you like he meant it. You were nearly too stunned to kiss him back, but once you started the floodgates broke off their hinges and there was no turning back. You climbed into his lap and latched on for all it was worth because surely this was a dream and you weren't ready to wake up at all.
You savored the steady build of his fingers trailing down your arms while your kisses grew deeper, mouths pushing against each others like you’d been doing this for ages. Your hands had a mind of their own, creeping softly under the hem of George’s soft tshirt to his hot skin below.
"Hey," George gently broke your kiss and cupped your face in both hands. You practically held your breath as his shimmering eyes searched yours. "You okay with this?" George seemed to genuinely wonder. His voice was dripping with lust and his body was warm underneath yours. It didn't take a detective to read George like a book, but he still had the self-control and gentle heart to make sure you were comfortable. It only made you want him more. But you were still far too shy to say so, no matter your actions. So you bit your lip and hummed in sweet agreeance, wrapping your hands around George’s neck.
You watched George’s face stretch into a smile before he ducked his head to the crook of your neck where he let out a contented sigh before grazing his teeth along your skin. You squealed with delight when he swiftly pinned you down on the sofa to playfully pepper your face with kisses like something less heated was taking place.
"You know, now would be the perfect time to carry me from the couch to your bed." You rose an encouraging brow, reminding George of just this morning when he was too afraid of disturbing your sleep on his sofa that matched this one. George let out a laugh as he peeled himself off the top of you and picked you up bridal style in his impressively buff arms.
"Right this way, madame." George teased, carrying you through his bedroom door.
You had thrown the covers into place the best you could the last time you woke up here. George rested you gently on the bed, much like you were sleeping and he was afraid of waking you up. But your heart was beating fast enough to win a race, somehow increasing when George rested beside you, pushing your hair behind your ear.
“You’re very pretty, you know?” George blinked, whispering to you.
“I’m glad you think so.” You spoke back even quieter, reaching out to touch his face. He was so handsome it nearly stopped your heart. George leaned in for another kiss, this one slow and steady. You hadn’t felt so content in ages, you could have laid there kissing George forever and been happy. But then his fingers trailed down your side to grab your hip, and you swore you saw stars. George pulled your leg over his and now you were pressed against one another, kisses growing deeper still.
“This alright?” He asked almost timidly, as his fingers crept below your nightshirt.
“Yeah,” You breathed as George moved his kisses down your neck, and his hand to your chest. Your fingers splayed through his hair as he reached around your back to find the clasp on your bralette
“It’s in the front.” You giggled, feeling George smile against your skin.
“Very cute.” He hummed in your ear before kissing your jaw and finding the button. He shoved your shirt most of the way off, and you had to move out from under him to remove it all the way. Before settling back against the pillows, you pulled off George’s shirt so you could revel in the warmth of his skin.
You settled in his lap, each knee on either side of his hips throwing your arms around his neck and kissing him again, somehow still enjoying each brush of his tongue against yours like it was the first time. George signed into your mouth, each pleasant groan traveling straight down your spine. You rolled your hips against his, and George’s groans grew darker.
His fingers were lost in your hair and you found a steady pace to rock against him, drawing out longer whimpers from his lips with each new movement. Soon, his hand toyed with the drawstring of your shorts and he had to break away from your kiss to ask if he could take them off you could only muster an encourageable nod as your breath got caught in your throat. George laid you back, keeping those stunning blue eyes locked on yours all the while, only breaking away when he slid the last of your layers off. His fingers slid slowly between your legs as he laid next to you, pressing his forehead against yours.
“You’re so fuckin’ pretty. How’d I get so lucky?” George spoke, you could feel his breath ghost across your lips while he went on building up the tension in your stomach. It didn’t take long for you to fill with fire, a contradictory chill shooting through your system. You couldn’t take it any longer.
“George,” You sighed, opening your eyes to look at him again, “need you.”
You watched his eyes go dark as he slowly moved away from you, slipping his joggers off and slotting himself between your legs.
“You’re sure?” He asked one final time.
“Please.” You groaned, placing your hands on his shoulders to brace yourself. With one last kiss on your lips, the Disney prince type, he pushed into you. If you thought the noises George had made before were beautiful, the ones he was making now could’ve moved you to tears. He found your hand and held it with one of his while the other slipped below your belly button.
Your heavy sighs and desperate moans synced up and you rode your highs on the edge of one another. George didn’t move off the top of you right away, instead, he stayed there with his face buried in your hair soaking up the quiet moment.
“That was wonderful, love.” George whispered in your ear as he fell to your side. You turned to face him, biting back a yawn.
“You’re wonderful.” You sleepily smiled. George pulled you against him then, and you rested your hand on his chest so you could feel his heartbeat. The steady rhythm puts you to sleep in no time.
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The next morning came late, and the Vegas sun shone brightly through the space between the curtains you forgot to close.
George was still by your side, but you’d drifted apart in the night. So upon noticing his eyes were open and glued on you, you felt no shame curling up next to his side.
"This has been the longest one night stand of my life." You sighed dramatically, comfily resting your head on his broad shoulder. George was quiet for a beat and you were a bit worried you’d upset him. But then he spoke up, with a gentle voice saturated in sleep.
"Wanna see how long we can last? I don’t think I wanna stop waking up to you."
How could you say no? You’d spent the whole weekend saying yes to George, and look where it had gotten you. So you agreed to stay one more night in Vegas, hoping what happened there would last a lifetime.
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louloubabys1992 · 5 years ago
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Tagged by @theisolatedlily​ thank u babe xoxo
1. describe how you first started writing and when you first posted: 
I got so into the 1D fandom that I opened a tumblr account and found loads of fics about Harry and Louis. I got hooked. I go way back as a fan. am one of those who started reading fics from tumblr accounts and livejournals. I know a lot still read from those until now, even me, until ao3 became the basis of fics. I read so many fics that i wanted to write my own as well. my first ever fic, officially, was an apocalypse/zombie au called Nothing Can Come Between You and I. I say officially because I posted a couple of fics before this one but they were edited fics from a writer who took down his/her fics for reasons I don’t wanna get into. I asked permission to post them and edit them. That’s when I started joining up as a beta as well :D
2. which of your characters do you typically resonate most closely with? do you base any characters off of yourself?
I typically write in Louis’ narrative but I don’t usually base it on any perceptions I have of him, even if it’s canon. most of my fics are inspired by circumstances I see around me in my day to day life or by events that one can relate to because they do happen.
3. where do you often find inspiration?
I read a lot of fics as I’ve mentioned before and each and every one of them has left an impact on me that made me the fic writer I am today. Whenever I lack inspiration, I just open my bookmarks on ao3 and read. And then, a bulb lights up and voila, inspiration hits
4. has quarantine helped or hindered your writing process?
helped a lot! i wrote more during quarantine than I do now even though am somewhat working from home. but when corona was at its peak back in March, everything was on hold and I turned to writing.
5. do you listen to music/noise while you write or do you prefer silence? 
silence. Am sadly not one of those people who could write in a corner in a cafe even though I wish I could do something like that.
6. what is your biggest writing pet peeve in your writing or in general?
word vomit. not into that.
7. describe your ideal writing setup: 
after midnight, laptop on a cushion on my lap, neck pillow for my neck, my bed, and a quiet house where everyone is already sleeping and my mind is brimming, racing faster than my fingers could type hahahaah
8. favorite time of day to write?: 
after midnight. it mostly has to do with the fact that I am not available during the day but even before when I wasn’t working, i would find myself procrastinating all day or totally lacking inspiration and then come night time, and my mind comes alive hahahaha
9. favorite genre to write + one you’d like to try writing in the future?
Canon fics
10. do you struggle with writer’s block? 
I mean, who doesn’t, right?
11. what is the easiest part of your writing process and the most difficult? 
easiest is after I’ve day-dreamed the scene because when I day dream, its detailed to the tee, down to the words and the dialogue but the most difficult is when I postpone an idea I had in my head. If I don’t write it down instantly, it never turns out the same and that’s quite frustrating
12. how do you come up with original characters? (
I do insert a lot of original characters in my fics and they are sometimes inspired my real people but only in terms of appearance not by character or name. so, if am describing an original character in any of my fics, know that he exists but his character is not the same in real life hahahaha
13. what is your favorite and least favorite word? f
wow, this is random. um. fav would be scars and least would be veggies
14. what is one thing about your writing that you’re really proud of and one thing you hope to continue working at?
I don’t think it was something I was proud of at first but a lot of people who comment on my fics say that they like my pacing and the dialogues. so maybe that? I would say I think I need to work more on my originality. sometimes, i find myself drifting to a fic I’ve just read, especially if its the same trope and am like, wow, that’s not mine at all.
15. what work of yours has your favorite ‘verse/world building? how did you come up with it?
definitely my first abo fic Hang there like fruit, my soul/Till the tree die. I love that au and I’ve always wanted to put my own tiny twist in it. am really proud of how it came about and am massively humbled by the comments and support it received :D
16. what font and size do you write in? single spaced or double?
arial, font 18 and sometimes bigger because I don’t have good eyesight
17. what is a typo(s) you find yourself making consistently?:
names, because sometimes the names I choose are apprarently just not cool with microsoft word for some reason....sighs
18. (if applicable) do you separate fic writing from fandom?
yes, but its not intentional, it just happens
19. what emotion is your favorite to write? which is the most difficult?Angst because that’s just me hahahaaha. the most difficult? hmm, emotional love confessions maybe or the transition from friends to lovers. yeah.
20. what is one thing you hope readers always take away from your works?
the passion behind it maybe?
21. what is the best and worst writing advice you’ve ever received?
best advice is to sleep on it because I do come up with scenes for my fics when I am about to sleep ahahahah. the worse one I got came from someone who obviously doesn’t know a thing about writing. he said, ‘’just don’t write it and do something else.’’ I mean, really?
22. which one of your works would you most want to see turned into a film/television show?
nope, not happening.
23. do you write scenes chronologically or out of order?: 
most of the time in order.
24. how do you handle criticism?
quite well I think. 
 25. what is the advice you would give to someone who is looking to start writing?
Go for it. Writing is not a silly hobby. if it’s really something you wanna do, even if its just for fun or to pass the time or to make new friends. go for it, There are so many fics in this fandom that until this day, are still ingrained in my mind because they were so touching and moving to me. you never know what your words could do for someone or how much your words could make a person’s day a better day 
26. what kind of feedback on your work always makes your day?
the comments posted on my fics in ao3 always make me happy. I feel like its the best to find out if my work is worth someone’s time, you know? even though I do write for myself most of the time, the validation is nice sometimes :D
27. which fic ‘verse of your own would you most like to exist in? which fic’s characters would you most like to befriend? 
wow, all of them? 
28. what do you always enjoy getting asks about/wish people would ask about more?
hmm, I mean people could ask what they want so am cool with anything. am not picky. I get asked about plot lines or what would happen next when it comes to cliffhangers and I do my best to answer them without revealing too much :D
29. what has writing added to your life? how has it changed you?
I definitely made new friends through it and it’s been great :D
30. why do you write?
it’s my favourite thing in my entire life. It’s the one thing that no one in my life knows about, as in the people that I work with, my friends, even my family, none of them have ever read anything I’ve ever written and am fine with it. I feel like writing is purely for me and it’s something I’d like to keep as a part of me you know?
boost yourself + tags!
1a. share the last sentence you wrote:
Harry smiles despite himself. Three years together, since he was nineteen, and it shouldn’t be a surprise that Louis knows him so well, can tell by the sound of his voice if he’s okay or not, nervous or not, happy or not.
2a. describe the wip you’re most excited about:
the one am writing for the harry/men fic fest
3a. share the piece of dialogue from one of your works you’re most proud of: 
‘’You’re being really quiet and I don’t like it,’’ Louis points out.
‘’Just a bit tired,’’
‘’Stay here then,’’ Louis pats the bed. ‘’Sleep next to me,’’
‘’Are you sure? I don’t want to mess with anything by accident or…’’
‘’Harry?’’
‘’What?’’
‘’I won’t get a wink’s worth of sleep if you’re even an inch away from me,’’ he says firmly. ‘’And I’ll go on a limb here and say neither will you.’’
‘’But…’’
‘’No buts, I’m serious.’’ Louis cups his cheek, his blue eyes big and beautiful, like an entire fucking galaxy. ‘’I missed you something terrible these past few days,’’
‘’Lou…’’
‘’Be here with me, Haz. Please?’’
Harry hums before he pushes himself forward. He cannot stop it, cannot keep himself from gravitating towards Louis, taking what he wants, what he needs to make it through the night. He cups Louis’ face and kisses him but even then it’s not enough and he skates one arm around Louis’ small shoulders and tugs him closer, careful not to jostle Louis too much and kisses him like Louis’ a mermaid and he needs his air or else he’ll drown.
It eases an ache in him he didn’t know was trying to get his attention the moment he entered the room, something deep and visceral, calming down with the way Louis’ molds his lips against his, with the shape of his mouth fitting with his own, with the way his body is trying to align with his, like a constellation, each star coming together to mean something greater than they can ever grasp, something more infinite and vast.
‘’I love you,’’ Louis whispers into his lips.
‘’I’m never letting you go,’’ Harry says before he reaches for another kiss. ‘’Love of my life, fucking best thing to ever happen to me, you know that?’’
‘’My rock,’’ Louis kisses him back. ‘’My fortress,’’ and kisses him again, ‘’my strength,’’ and again and again. ‘’I love you so much. Would be dead without you,’’
‘’Don’t say that,’’
‘’It’s true,’’ Louis gasps as Harry devours his mouth, trying to stop him from saying another word. ‘’I would’ve crawled out that room right to your feet, Haz. I would’ve…’’
‘’Shh, just me kiss, babe. Just kiss me,’’ Harry pleads.
And so they do.
4a; line from my fics that I am most proud of:
hard to choose really
5a. link the last fic you read: 
bang bang (my baby shot me down) by thepolourryexpress
6a. link the last work you published: 
Ellen's haunted house by louloubaby92
7a. link to your ao3 (if applicable): 
https://archiveofourown.org/users/louloubaby92/works
8a. someone that inspires you 
Louis Tomlinson
9a. a comfort fic/work that you’ve been grateful for this year: 
bruise you like a peach by falsegoodnight
10a. other writers that you’d like to tag! 
@falsegoodnight​ @twopoppies​ @mediawhorefics​
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buriedinbleach · 5 years ago
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Hello! ^.^ I absolutely love you bleach posts and your page is my favorite to go to when I want to read everything bleach lmao (I check a couple of times a week to see if you've posted anything new 👀). I hope you and your family are doing well and are keeping safe :/ this virus thing is insane! There's a question I want to ask but it won't fit in here lol so I'll send it separately ^.^
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*slams hand in the table* fuck yes, start writing and pass that extra Bleach content my way!
First off, thank you for your preciois comments 😭🥰 That’s so sweet and I feel terrible that I rarely post lately, I’m trying to get back into my writings though, I promise!! If you guys only knew, I’m such a grumpy, sarcastic bitch and y’all never fail to unfreeze me with your messages.
Now, onto the chats...
Honestly, you should write for whatever fandom or content you have the urge to write - “dormant” or not, though I don’t really feel like it is. You should enjoy what you write first and foremost because nothing will slaughter your muse faster than forcing it. (Interestingly, the comic sans font, wee bastard that it is, can be the muses elixir of life. I don’t make the rules.)
Is the internet void bursting at the seams with Bleach content? Well, no, because it’s not being actively produced at the moment like bnha/mha, so judging the two together wouldnt be a little skewed. I would argue (like many others) that the dormancy of the fandom is going to change given the fact that they’re going to animate the final arc.
Blessings. Kubo, I am prepared for you to thoroughly rip out my heart and stomp on it, but I reserve the right to immediately regret my decision and sob in the corner like an infant once you kill or maim everyone I like. Goddammit. This is why we can’t have nice things!
I had (and still have) those same feelings you’re struggling with. I went back and forth with myself wondering about my own abilities to write these characters and places that I enjoyed but definitely wasn’t overly familiar with, or wondering if anyone would even like it. Hell, I was worried someone might send me an ask one day and I’d be like, “fuck me, I’ve got no idea, I’ll surely be outed for the rube I am.” Cause ya know, #anxiety
But! That wasn’t what happened, in my experience. Overall, people just like having more depth to the universe. We all try to do our research, but eventually we just have to make it up and isn’t the Bleach universe all the better for it? Honestly, I’ll take my Ukitake and Starrk alive and bff’s with Shunsui, with a side of Nemu fucking lived and Yachiru is still raising hell. Hold the canon, please.
I started fairly simply by just posting a few of the stories that popped into my brain to get more comfortable and ease into things. The more I wrote, the easier it got and the better I felt. And yes, no matter how much you proof read your material, you’ll find silly mistakes that make you cringe. Adam Driver, I feel you so hard 😏 🤪
If you really wanted to test the waters and get comfy playing with your character knowledge, might I suggest a meme game? You can do it just for yourself or with your friends if they’re in the fandom too, either way. I’ve done two, the letter meme and the emoji meme. Pick a mix of characters you like or a letter or emoji from the game that inspires you and match the two, then go to town. Personally, I feel like I learned the most about writing the characters and the world this way. It’s what helped me, maybe it’ll help someone else out there.
I’ll shut up now, but feel free to dm me 😘 I’ll leave you with this, my immediate reaction when I read your message. Go forth and write to your hearts content... and send me your link so I can fangirl too 🥰
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kytea · 6 years ago
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The True Nature of Deltarune
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Deltarune Chapter 1 has been out for over a year now, and being the big UT/DR fan that I am, I’ve been slowly mulling over both games, reading many fan theories and putting together my own interpretation of what I believe the nature and goal of Deltarune will be. This will be a long one so grab some popcorn, put on your matpat hats and click to keep reading!
So what is Deltarune? Is it a sequel to Undertale? Is it a prequel? Is it an alternate universe? Is it the coming of age story of a bunch of teens? Is it a complex meta-narrative on the nature of video games?
The answer is yes to all of the above. And to begin delving into this we must first understand the creator of this game: Toby Fox.
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I won’t toot Toby’s Fox’s horn too much, we all know how talented and hardworking he is, but he’s also very emotionally perceptive and empathic. His general disposition is reminiscent of avant-garde artists that push the boundaries of artistic creation in a medium.
Toby loves mysteries, and in the early version of Undertale there was an included file that disparaged hackers and went on to say that it’s difficult to add mysteries in games these days due to data miners and such.
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Thankfully, this did not stop Toby from lovingly adding quite a few big mysteries to Undertale that have yet to be resolved. Knowing Toby and his strong desire to share his story, a story that according to him, kept him awake at night:
“For the past 3 years I've been waking up in the middle of the night unable to go back to sleep because I've been thinking about the scenes that happen in the game. Even though so many details are still hazy, I really want to show you the things I've been thinking about.That's really my only reason for making this game. If I don't show you what I'm thinking, I'll lose my mind.“
I don’t believe Toby will let these mysteries go unanswered, and it is here that we can begin to understand what Deltarune is about.
The Mystery of W.D. Gaster
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Truly, the biggest mystery of Undertale is that of W.D. Gaster: former royal scientist, creator of the CORE and the Determination Extraction machine.
A player can go through the entirety of Undertale multiple times and never even hear word of Gaster’s existence. This is because all the events that pertain to him are hidden behind a value in the game’s files known as the “FUN value”. Outside of actually manipulating this file manually yourself, it is, to the average player, random. The FUN value can trigger multiple different events throughout the game, some of which include running into “Followers of Gaster” or even Gaster himself.
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While the latter has nothing to say before he “boings” out of existence, the former Followers all tell an eerie tale of a scientist who fell into his own creation and was scattered across time and space.
But hold on. Time and space? Why does that sound familiar?
Ah yes, during the Sans battle he speaks about an “massive anomaly in the timespace continuum”.
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And during this battle Sans says a lot of other cryptic things without context, for example, he laments not being able to “go back” somewhere. But where or when is he referring to?
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He mentions how he and others were monitoring time-lines and their readings showed them stopping and starting, jumping left and right, and eventually ending. Who was he monitoring these readings with? This all seems incredibly scientific and sci-fi, I thought Sans was just a silly skeleton, is he some kind of time cop? (he does have a “badge” in his workshop) He also uses skeletal weapons known as “Gaster Blasters”.
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What…? Gaster Blaster?
Okay, now we KNOW Sans DEFINITELY has some connection to this mysterious scientist W.D. Gaster, but what? Well, for starters W.D. Gaster is short for Wing Dings Gaster, a type of font that he also speaks in.
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Who else is named after and speaks in specific font types? Sans and Papyrus of course!
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Furthermore, in the concept sketches for Papyrus, Toby wrote and redacted parts of a message that says: “has a brother named comic sans and a [BLANK] named [BLANK]”.
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Who is this mysterious redacted person and what is their relationship to Sans and Papyrus? The easy money is on a family member, and for sake of argument lets use the prediction most of the fandom has already concluded and accepted: that Sans and Papyrus have a father named Gaster.
So Sans and Papyrus have a long lost father that was a scientist. This explanation would begin to explain why Sans has a weapon named after him, and why he wanted to “go back” to some place or time, perhaps in an effort to save him from his fate.
There’s a hidden event in Undertale where if you reset after listening to Sans speak about LOVE and EXP in a pacifist route, and initiate the conversion a couple of times in a row, he’ll catch on by the expression your face that you’ve heard it before and will surmise that you’re a time traveller and give you secret code words to tell his past self.
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This will lead to him giving you the key to his room which ends up just being a prank at first.
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But then you find a key to the secret workshop/basement hidden behind his house.
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Once you enter the workshop, you’ll find some blueprints written in symbols you can’t read (wing dings?) and a curtain covering a machine that doesn’t seem to be working, among other things.
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Toby Fox tweeted a message regarding this machine a few days after Undertale’s release around the time people were figuring out FUN values and the secrets surrounding Sans and Gaster.
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“You’ve all seen the happiest outcome. Neither of them could fix the machine, no matter how hard they tried. No one can.”
This tweet seems to imply that if the machine could be fixed that Undertale could have a happier outcome.
And this my friends, is the gateway to the nature of Deltarune.
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Deltarune, according to Toby Fox, is a game for players that have completed Undertale. But what does it mean to complete Undertale, and I mean, TRULY complete it? Toby often expressed that he wasn’t happy with how people told others how to play the game, that it is best played completely blind. Having played Undertale blind myself, and having watched others do the same, the natural way the game is meant to progress is that first players will experience the Neutral Ending, followed by the Pacifist Ending, and Finally the Genocide ending. This is because the game cruelly plays against your expectations of how an RPG should work and this almost guarantees that you will kill at least one monster your first play through. As if the fact that the fight button is always the default position in battle isn’t enough, in the early parts of the game you are told that you may need to weaken a monster before you can spare them. This naturally brings to mind the systems of Pokémon, where you have the best chance to catch a Pokémon if it’s at low health. Well, if you try this during the Toriel fight, as most do, you’ll find that as soon as you get close to critical health, you’ll instantly kill her.
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Poor goat mama..
Difficulty-wise, the neutral route is the most easy, because you can level up a little and gain more HP. The Pacifist route is a bit harder because your HP is lower, but with the experience you gain from the previous route, it should prove no problem. Finally the Genocide route is the most difficult because it takes a concerted effort that implies knowledge of the previous routes to kill every single monster.
So an ideal Deltarune player has knowledge of all three main routes of Undertale, and may have experienced or heard of Gaster.
Is this player you? If so, ask yourself, what would a “happier outcome” look like to you? And be honest. Many fans in the Undertale community have already answered this question in the form of fanworks. Some of the most common elements among them are as follows:


1) Frisk and all the monsters are free from the Underground and living on the surface with humans.
2) Asriel is revived.
3) Gaster is revived.
4 )Chara is revived.
The revival of Asriel, Chara, and Gaster are the undisputed holy grails in terms of happiest endings that the UT community dreams of and creates endless fan works to explore the possibilities. Toby knows this well.
Using a speech pattern attributed to Gaster, Toby teased the release of Deltarune Chapter 1
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“I LOOK FORWARD TO CREATING A NEW FUTURE WITH YOU.” stands out quite a bit to me as the prospect of a “happier outcome” is already tied to Gaster and Sans, now a “new future” is connected.
And when Deltarune released, and fans had a chance to play it, they found:
1) All the monsters are free and living on the surface.
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2) Asriel is alive and well and living his best life.
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3) A voice with the same speech pattern as Gaster (based on Japanese text) brought you to this world and attempted to give your own vessel before…
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4)…a voice with the same speech pattern as Chara (also based on Japanese text) discarded it.
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Right off the bat Toby seems to have given fans what they wanted, a perfect future ending. But as you continue to play, you begin to realize that this may not be the world you dreamed of.
First, while all the monsters are living on the surface, they aren’t the same people from Undertale, for example: Undyne has never met Alphys, and the amalgamates that went to live with their families at the end of Undertale are deceased in this world. And while Asriel is alive, it’s not THE Asriel we were so determined to save in Undertale.
Gaster’s presence permeates Deltarune so thoroughly it would take awhile to point out every example, but it seems clear that he’s present in some form.
And Chara? You only need to see the ending cutscene of chapter 1 to know that they are around in a similar fashion as when they possess Frisk in the True Pacifist after a Genocide ending.
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But their presence is also present in subtle ways. For example, if you attempt to play the piano in the hospital in Hometown and then speak to the receptionist, she comments that Kris’ playing isn’t the same as usual (Likely due to our control), but it seems that Chara may be good at piano. Interestingly, on the cover artwork for the official Undertale Piano Collection 2 book, Frisk can be seen holding a knife playing a key on a piano in the judgement hall filled with bones.
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So for better or worse, what appears to be the original Chara and Gaster from Undertale are present in Deltarune, in some meta form or another. And maybe that’s the key: “Meta-characters”. After all, you yourself as a player are a “Meta-character”. You can ask the inhabitants of this new world questions that only someone with knowledge of a True Pacifist route would have, such as being able to ask Undyne about Alphys. Asking her this only makes sense if you yourself completed a True Pacifist route before playing Deltarune.
Ralsei, the lonely prince.
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Toby being the trickster dog he is, he didn’t just give us 1 Asriel and call it a day, no he gave us 2.
Ralsei is quite clearly meant to be a version of Asriel because not only do they have similar or identical dialogues, but he was also was meant to look more like him before Toby decided to give him his Black Mage look.
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There are even strong parallels obviously meant to create an emotional response and connect Ralsei to the feelings people had for Asriel in Undertale by giving the players the option to hug him.
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Ralsei is quite the mystery on his own. And while he’s most certainly sweet and lovable, there’s undeniably some disconcerting things about him such as:
-Why does he know Kris and Susie’s names?
-Who did he learn the prophecy from? “Foretold by time and space” isn’t a good answer (or is it?).
-What did he say to Kris when the player SOUL wasn’t present in the prison?
-When he’s KO’d in battle, what does he become? Apparently he can still eat to regain HP when in this shrunken form.
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Ralsei seemed to be under the impression that violence wasn’t needed in this world, but upon nearly being defeated by the King after mistakenly healing him, Ralsei says “This isn’t a world where kindness always wins, is it?”
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The way he says this seems to imply he knows of other worlds and that they have different rules. Perhaps he comes from a world where someone being kind to everyone they met had great results?
There are definitely things that Ralsei is not telling us, whether this means he’s up to no good will remain to be seen, however, I would like to take this opportunity to make a prediction based on the previous understanding that the original Chara and Gaster are present in this new world in meta forms, and assert that Undertale Asriel, the final piece of the perfect ending puzzle is present in Deltarune in his own meta-character form of Ralsei. Perhaps the form he shrinks into when KO’d is one we know well...
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There is that unused Flowey face...
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Add glasses and a hat and...
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but that’s just a game theory!
And I can't help but wonder about the dark heart on Ralsei's chest and this merchandise in the Deltarune section of fangamer that specifically features a quote from Undertale about the prophecy of Delta Rune (that turns out to be about Asriel in the TP ending, and Chara in the Genocide ending) "There is a prophecy. The Angel... The One Who Has Seen The Surface... They will return. And the underground will go empty."
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It's also the Deltarune game logo
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Because the merchandise is called Darkheart, it made me immediately think of the dark heart on Ralsei's chest, and having an Undertale quote about Asriel/Chara makes it all the more mysterious...
Regardless, in just the first chapter of Deltarune, the elements of the “happier outcome” connected to Sans’ machine are present. But how do they all connect? Well, let’s look at the other characters in Deltarune, starting with:
Lancer
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Oh Baby Santa Claus, how we love you so. It’s hard to overlook how similar Lancer is to Sans. They’re both hilarious in their own way, both ride bikes, have similar color-schemes, both have a love for tomato-based products, and both have some scientific/engineering affinity (Sans and his workshop, Lancer and his “Lancer Industries”).
But that’s not all, the door to Sans’ room is identical to the warp doors found in the Dark World that Lancer hails from, and Sans’ warp ability also makes the same sound effect as these doors as well.
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Lancer is a member of the FUN gang (remember the FUN value?), that, as far as we know currently, has 3 other members besides himself: Kris, Ralsei, and Susie (with the possibility of Noelle and others in the future).
Speaking of Susie, her name (or a version of it) popped up in Undertale prior to Deltarune’s release when the game was released on the Switch. By speaking to the Gaster Follower “Clamgirl”, you can learn of a girl named “Suzy”, that you will meet her soon, and that “in life’s grand scheme, she might be why you came here in the first place...”
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Upon receiving this dialogue, checking the drawers in Sans workshop will reveal a card with a drawing of 3 people smiling and the words “don’t forget”.
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“Don’t Forget” is the vocal theme of Deltarune sung by Laura Shigihara, and the melody from the ending verse,“Don’t forget, I’m with you in the dark.”, is leitmotifed throughout the entire Deltarune chapter 1 OST. The connections between Sans, the FUN gang, Gaster, and by extension Undertale and Deltarune are quite apparent. Perhaps the actions of the FUN gang in the Deltarune world will have an affect on the FUN value in Undertale.
Based on all the evidence we have now, I am going to make a bold prediction:
Lancer is literally a younger Sans.
That’s right, Toby Fox made Baby Sans before Disney and Sega made Baby Yoda and Baby Sonic.
Deltarune’s Dark World is the past from the perspective of Sans and Gaster (or a recreation of it). How Lancer becomes Sans will likely be a very large part of Deltarune’s narrative, and once he becomes Sans, he will exist as a separate meta entity that can traverse different worlds, even if versions of himself already exist in some form there (similar to Ralsei and Asriel).
We’ve seen that if characters are exposed to elements that make it clear they live in a video game world, whether this be Determination for humans and Flowey, a time-space accident for Gaster, or a strange man whispering to Jevil, these characters become something wholly different, more powerful, and begin to become more similar to players with the ability to SAVE, RESET, or use abilities that seem beyond the scope of the game (e.g. Photoshop Flowey, Jevil’s ability to speak, etc). Undertale and Deltarune are video games about video games.
So if it is to be believed that Gaster is Sans’ father, and that Lancer is a younger Sans, then it stands to logical reason that whoever Lancer’s father is, that they must be Gaster.
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No, not the King, there is another. A “Lesser-dad”.
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Yes, Rouxls Kaard.
“GOD DAMNIT”
Rouxls Kaard, or “Rules Card”, or if you rearrange his name “A Dark Soul Rx”, wait, Rx as in prescription? As in a doctor? Dark Soul as in Mr. Darkness Gaster himself? Too much of a stretch? Maybe. Although you can’t deny they have similar appearances.
If Rouxls Kaard is Gaster, and therefore the father of Sans and Papyrus, then he’s undeniably similar to one of his sons. Rouxls Kaard seems to be quite passionate about puzzles, (despite not having a natural predilection to them). I could see Papyrus gaining an affinity for puzzles by being raised by such an individual, they both have quite flamboyant personalities. And let’s not forget that there are also hints that Rouxls Kaard may be inclined to creating scientific devices such as the “Control Crowne” he uses to control K.Round.
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Hmm, controlling other people… sounds familiar to what we the player are doing to Kris… and who was it that was initially going to give us control of a vessel before we lost said control to Chara’s intervention? Control seems to play a big part in Deltarune doesn’t it?
Also, isn’t his manner of speech is reminiscent of a silly ye olde knight. Wait, wasn’t there a Knight causing trouble in the Dark World? Hm.
So something is going to turn Lancer and Rouxls Kaard into Sans and Gaster, respectively.
Now remember the CORE that Gaster built? This one?
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It turns geothermal energy into magical electricity via an unknown means with one of the byproducts being ozone, which is corrosive and could potentially make someone very melty. This is what it looks like on the inside.
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Lots of blues of varying hues with white accents. Kinda reminds me of Rouxls Kaard and the other “card” people’s color schemes.
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What a coincidence! Oh and apparently the layout of the CORE can be re-arranged or something:
"I work at the CORE. The inside is a maze made of swappable parts... That means we can shuffle the layout at will." - Hotland NPC
Almost sounds like a sliding puzzle…
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Finally, Gaster is referred to as “The man who speaks in hands”, likely due to his Wing Dings font that contains a lot of hand symbols, however, it isn’t a stretch to also apply that epithet to Rouxls Kaard, after all, the Rules Card speaks in hands as well. Hands of cards.
Susie
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Can’t forget Susie. Unfortunately, there’s not much we can say about how her role in all this will play yet. If we are to believe that the “Suzy” that Clamgirl references is Susie, then it’s clear that she’ll be key, perhaps as a catalyst for all the big changes some characters will need to undergo...
I will say that I think it’s interesting that toby specifically has a character in Hometown comment that humans are made of blood (and implying the monsters are not),
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and Susie says:
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“Everybody bleeds, right?”
From our understanding of monsters in Undertale, monsters don’t bleed, they turn to dust. But, maybe Darkners can bleed. If we believe Sans is a Darkner, it may explain this:
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It could be ketchup. It could be a Darkner thing. Lancer does mention blood casually. But if only humans and Darkners bleed, then why would a monster like Susie say “everybody bleeds”?
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So what is Deltarune you ask? I think it’s:
1) A story about Sans, Papyrus, and Gaster’s past and future. We get to experience their past in the Dark World, and speak with their future selves in the Light World. But these future versions of Sans and Papyrus may not be as far into the future as the Sans and Papyrus we meet in Undertale. Remember, Sans had an Ice-E’s crossword in Undertale? Ice-E’s-P’E’zza is a restaurant in Hometown. Papyrus may also be younger than he was in Undertale because Sans, an adult who runs a grocery store, thinks a teen like Kris should hang with his little brother, and it would be “weird” if he were there with them.
2) A story about post-Undertale Asriel, Chara, and Gaster. Asriel/Flowey maintains his new form as Ralsei thanks to the power of the Dark Fountain. He now lives in what is/was Sans’ childhood home. Whether he knows this or remembers the events of Undertale is unknown, but it is my belief that he holds a deep connection to the Asriel we all wished to save. Chara resides within Kris in a similar manner as they did at the ending of a UT True Pacifist Ending after surrendering the red SOUL to them in a Genocide ending. Does this mean that Kris’s body or “vessel” is Frisk? This seems to be heavily implied by Kris’ outfit taking on the same color scheme as Frisk’s UT shirt while in the Dark World.
3) A coming of age story for a bunch of teens. Kris, Susie, Ralsei, Noelle, Lancer, and all the friends that may join on their adventures are still people regardless of what grand meta narrative is at play involving the nature of their reality. They still need to go to school, fall in love, and worry about growing up and going to university. Noelle will undoubtedly play a large role with Toby’s tease of her as “Lost Girl”, and considering how attached most of the community has already gotten to these characters, it hurts my heart to think about what may befall them as they try their best to live their lives. Does this mean Deltarune’s world is doomed? I hope not... but those save file screens sure are creepypasta...
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“IT WAS AS IF IT WAS NEVER THERE AT ALL.”
4) A story about video games and the control (or lack thereof) we have over them. It’s quite clear that we, the player controlling the red soul, is able to influence this new world based on knowledge from Undertale that should have no barring. For example, we can name “Onionsan” who has forgot their own name. One of the options is “Onion”, but why? Is it because we know their name is Onionsan in Undertale? How do we even know if that is actually what this version of them is really named?
Deltarune is so close to the perfect Undertale ending we wanted, but it’s just a little bit wrong. Would it hurt to force Undyne and Alphys to meet and fall in love? To get Toriel and Asgore back together? To make Bratty and Catty friends? If you were given the option in game to do it, would you do it? What if it made their lives worse…? I believe that the fact we are able to influence inhabitants of Deltarune with our Undertale knowledge may have some unforeseen consequences, and perhaps, be what begins this whole situation in the first place. (Paradoxes are the best time travel stories!)
Toby Fox said that Deltarune was the game he originally wanted to make, but whether it was too ambitious or time consuming, his idea evolved into Undertale. Now that he’s creating the game he always wanted to, I believe that he will connect everything we know about them together and resolve the mysteries, after all, Gaster has been waiting for this chance.
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And maybe, with a little luck and determination, we can create a new future with a happier outcome. If I’ve learned anything from Undertale, it’s that you must hold on to your hopes and dreams, because dreams are the goal of “Determination.”
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themagiciansreccenter · 6 years ago
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Author Spotlight: @shmazarov/ lazarov
Every week we interview a writer from The Magicians fandom. If you would like to be interviewed or you want to nominate a writer, get in touch via our ask box.
First things first, tell us a little about yourself.
I'm in my late 20s, Canadian. I've spent more of my life writing fic than not, and tend to flit around from fandom to fandom.
How long have you been writing for? 
The oldest fic on my semi-defunct ff.net account dates back to 2006 - so at least 13 years, although I posted plenty of misguided LiveJournal fanfiction long before that.
What inspired you to start writing for The Magicians?
I was originally a book fan, although when the books were coming out there wasn't much of an online fandom. Truth be told, it took me a long time to warm up to the show - but once I did, I found that the TV versions of the characters inspired a lot of fic ideas.
Who is/are your favourite character(s) to write? What it is about them that makes them your favourite? 
Quentin! Always. I really enjoy the way his jumbled, speedy thought patterns and self-consciousness translate into the way he speaks, and I think it's fascinating to explore the ways in which he subverts the White Male Hero trope by never quite managing to be the hero in his (or anyone's) story. Quentin Coldwater is deeply misunderstood and I would fight a bear for him.
Do you have a preference for a particular season/point in time to write about? 
Not really, except for being fond of the Mosaic timeline (because I am human). Otherwise, I usually write as if canon is an inconvenience.
Are you working on anything right now? Care to give us an idea about it? 
For the Magicians fandom, I am slowly picking away at a multi-part Queliot angst fic that is dear to my heart as well as something new, current-season oriented and (surprisingly) canon-compliant. Who knew I had it in me? For other fandoms, I am perpetually working on a Daredevil fic that is well over 60,000 words and has been ongoing since 2015. It is my white whale. I also, naturally, have not even gotten around to watching the newest season of Daredevil in keeping with my tradition of treating canon as more of a suggestion than an imperative.
How long is your “to do list”? 
Not that long! My to do list is limited strictly to the stuff I'm actively working on right now. I have dozens of little prompts-to-self saved in my Google Docs drive, but I tend to write them and tuck them away, forgetting them until I can rediscover them with fresh eyes. I never think of them as "to dos" so much as "maybe somedays."
What is your favourite fic that you’ve written for The Magicians? Why? 
I love Other People very much.
Many writers have a fic that they are passionate about that doesn’t get the reception from the fandom that they hoped for. Do you have a fic you would like more people to read and appreciate?
It never surprises me when things I write don't get much traction, because I have a tendency to write niche tropes or stuff that I personally want to read! However - I do think One and the Same is good and affecting and has kind of snuck under the radar. I like that one, and I'm going to keep adding to it (because I like it so much and because, as above, I am a sucker for the Mosaic timeline).
What is your writing process like? Do you have any traditions or superstitions that you like to stick to when you’re writing?
My writing process is GARBAGE! It's garbage. I am needy, and lazy, and terrible at self-motivating. I'm disorganized and hard on myself. I almost never have the help of betas, because I feel a silly but overwhelming sense of guilt asking people for help. With that said, I am always extremely proud of myself for Doing the Damn Thing when I do write.
My personal weird thing is writing on my computer, then always doing my edit read-throughs on my phone. Something about the smaller screen and different font focuses my brain and helps me read my own writing more objectively. I also tend to pick a song, or an album, to listen to on repeat every time I work on a fic or a chapter of. It focuses my scattered brain and helps me write toward a specific mood.
Do you write while the seasons are airing or do you prefer to wait for hiatus? How does the ongoing development of the canon influence and inspire your writing process?
I love writing during seasons because it means people are READING. The spike in feedback that happens during seasons is incredible and so gratifying. Plus, I'm desperate for attention at all times and want those comments and kudos like Mardi Gras beads, obviously. Canon, as always, is optional. Especially in this fandom! Who needs fandom when you have timelines?
What has been the most challenging fic for you to write?
In the Magicians fandom, the most recent chapter of Stories We Tell kicked my ass. I am always trying to improve my visualization and descriptive imagery, and that was a real test for me. I'm not great at it yet, but I'm glad I challenged myself with that one and look forward to doing it even more.
Are there any themes or tropes that you like particularly like to explore in your writing?
So much angst. Sorry guys, it's free therapy? I can get self-conscious about the fact that I barely ever write fluff, but I have a really hard time getting inspired by anything other than misery. 
 Somebody's gotta do it.
Are there any writers that inspire your work? Fanfiction or otherwise?
Fanfiction : @greywash, obviously @sashayed and Lady Jaida are like, the pinnacle??? of fic writing, @longnationalnightmare, @afterism, @refusals... there are so many.
What are you currently reading? Fanfiction or otherwise?
I haven't had time to read or keep up with much fic lately, but semi-recent greats include colour all the squares by @afterism and spring sooner than the lark by @greywash!
What is the most valuable piece of writing advice you’ve ever been given?
"Your writing is incomprehensible." - a TA who gave me an extremely sub-par mark and made me realize that sometimes people are just going to hate your writing, and that's ok. 
"When you write a story, you're telling yourself the story. When you rewrite, your main job is taking out all the things that are not the story." - that one is Stephen King, but I would like to pretend it was advice given to me, because I cherish it.
Are there any words or phrases you worry about overusing in your work?
I can't think of any offhand, but I would pay someone to hit me with a rigid stick every time I use a cliche in my writing.
What was the first fanfic that you wrote? Do you still have access to it?
I have vague memories of terrible The 10th Kingdom fanfiction. It doesn't exist anymore, sadly/thankfully - but now I am feeling nostalgic and digging through the old 10th Kingdom Angelfire archive, right this second. Be still my heart.
Rapidfire Round! 
Self-edit or Beta?
Self-edit, because I am too shy and full of shame to ask for help. It's not a virtue.
Comments or Kudos/Reblogs or Likes?
COMMENTS. Comments are the thing that bring me more joy than, well, many other things that probably should give me a lot of joy. Comments keep my heart full.
Smut, Fluff or Angst?
As if it's even a competition -- ANGST. Always angst. Angst always.
Quick & Dirty or Slow Burn?
Slow burn. Particularly involving difficult and meandering conversations and shrouded looks.
Favourite Season? 
Season One
Favourite Epiosde? 
I truly cannot decide.
Favourite Book?
The Magicians Land
Three favourite words?
softly / petrichor / idyllic
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thepakalakids · 5 years ago
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Week 17 - Gavin - Wrapping Up
Oh, man... What a semester. Here’s an update on what’s going on:
This Week
I was still feeling overwhelmingly stressed over the week (and not the kind that makes me want to push forward and work hard). I still found it really difficult to focus on animation, so, rather than doing a poor job on two of the most important shots in the film, I just lined and colored another shot.
However, after so much frustration, I finally finished my art class and screenwriting class on Wednesday, and I have to say I’m feeling a lot better. I still have Producing, a speech to write, and my last week working for Brittany, but my head feels so much clearer that I think I’ll be able to finish more than I expected by next Thursday.
Just before posting this, I did a bit more compositing, did a layout of the credits, and added a tiny bit of animation based on a suggestion from Maia. Vicky is currently starting work on a rough sound cut for class tomorrow, so maybe we’ll have some sound to show during class!
For Next Week
Some goals I am setting for myself by next week:
I want to finish the very last shot of the film. I still think I need more time to think and study the final giggling shot, but I should be able to accomplish a walk cycle.
Suky should be finishing the long shot of Pākalā Village next week, so I just have to figure out some distant wave animation for that.
I want to get the end credits finalized. I believe all the text is correct, but I’m going to spend time with fonts (and getting more assets from Sophia) to make it look nice. I’m also not really liking the “Software” card after putting it in, but I’ll keep it there for now to keep the timing for when I have to put in the IndieGoGo card.
I’m FINALLY going to do that Master Use License. Oh my lord, I keep putting that off.
Retrospective
Wow, I just hated this semester. I hate the pandemic, I hate online classes, I hate Zoom. I hate that I lost all semblance of passion and ambition, and I especially hate that this is how I’m ending my college career. It sucks, and it’s been breaking me apart for months.
The Pākalā Kids, despite being the most simple in concept, was becoming my favorite and best film to date. While Midnight Showing was the culmination of everything I’ve learned in ACM, this film took the most important things: Story and Animation, and took a much deeper dive into them.
I’ve spent the past four semesters developing my voice as a filmmaker, and I did find it along the way. The Pākalā Kids is my first film that’s 100% told in that voice (and is well animated... sorry Down the Red Dirt Road). Once finished, I can see this film being my calling card for a long time.
Speaking of Down the Red Dirt Road, it feels like my ACM filmography has come full circle. I’ve always seen The Pākalā Kids as the thematic sequel to that film, and it’s cool to see how far I’ve come, but also how strong my artistic voice has been from the start.
I wish I had been able to finish, and I’m so sure that if I had been able to keep up my enthusiasm and drive, I would’ve been able to finish at least all of rough animation. I know I was riding on the promise that Pua Warriors would be done near the end of April, and I had planned to go full Midnight Showing force with the whole crew to finish Final and Color.
Oh, plans... What a silly concept.
Well, I didn’t get to finish, but what I did do has been incredibly strong. I truly believe that The Pākalā Kids is one of the best displays of character animation in recent ACM years. There are some shots I finished that I didn’t know I could even DO. A lot of that really is owed to the characters, who took a life of their own. As fun as Angel was to animate last semester, he was never quite as developed as Lani and Dixie, and I think strong characterization is the key to taking character animation to the next level.
Moving Forward
Of course I plan to finish the film. My goal, if I get help with Final and Color, is to finish it by the end of May or on the first few weeks of June.  Both Suky and Vicky are willing to stay on the project longer, which I am incredibly thankful for.
HIFF submissions are due near the end of June, so I want to be finished well before then. Hopefully I’ll be able to fundraise for other festivals too, though. I already have a strong list of festivals I want to submit to. Just in case, I’m going to save some of the existing budget for submissions.
To be very honest though, if HIFF ends up moving online this fall... I will seriously consider submitting for next year instead. Midnight Showing has been accepted to three now-online festivals (if you count ACM Showcase) and it kind of hurts watching it this way, knowing the ungodly amount of work the crew put into it. Hearing the live reaction of a theater audience is so much better than reading livestream comments or receiving a text about your film. I don’t think my little heart could take that for HIFF.
In terms of other projects: Well, first, I’m graduating! I hate HOW I’m graduating, but at least I’m done with these online classes. I’m coming out of ACM with 6 proper short animated films (4 of those I’ve directed), which is so much more than I ever expected. Looking back, I made the most of my time in ACM, and I’m proud of that. I’ve met so many great filmmakers and friends in this major, and I’ve grown so much with their help.
After graduation, I’m going to take a quick break and come back with a fresh mindset. I’ll continue working on Pua Warriors and see that project through. I also want to finally focus on putting together my portfolio website.
At the end of June, I mayyyy or mayyyy not be working for a certain streaming serviceee. I dunnooooo. Trying not to get my hopes up, but I got a bit of good news last weeeek!
And finally, I wrote a really solid screenplay in Joel’s class this semester. I showed it to Noe and Jared (and Alex, who’s in my class)... and I guess we’re gonna make it? It would be really cool to start development and pre-production this year, and perhaps turn it into a funded independent film. It would be pretty ambitious though. I would love for this to happen, but I’m gonna focus on these current films first.
With all this on the horizon, the future is looking just a little less frightening. So much is still uncertain, but I have hope.
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papyrus-onlyblogokay · 5 years ago
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Damn my adhd! I was so excited over a small thing I accidentally almost fell of my chair! Ugh!
I forgot to say that i figured it out!
Papyrus and alphys probably know eachother for quite some time now! (Dont know how long, but lone enough)
As papyrus and alphys both have those ~social media~ they probably talk to eachother on there!
And alphys could of just straight up told him! Or possibly even shown him some sketches. These three probably know eachother s undyne might mention alphys... ALOT.
Oh and HE KNOWS THEY LIKE EACH OTHER~ he KNOWS~ that bastard is playing Cupid, and you can just tell!~
So he probably knows a thing or two.
Now, i have a BUNCH and I mean. A BUNCH OF THEORIES.
Wanna read em?
Alright here we go!!
(Edit: btw, just keep reading, it'll all make sense in the end)
So i thought about it for some time now, and sans mentions papyrus getting stumped solving the horoscope. Now it all seems fine and dandy once you realise that WINGDINGS, also counts as a horoscope!
The only places i know that could possibly have any sign of a horoscope is sans's workshop. Or as i like to say..
Papyrus's workshop~
Whys that? HE BUILDS THINGS- HE HAS TOOLS, HAS A SHED, HE MADE THOSE PUZZLES-
WHY DOES PEOPLE KEEP CALLING IT SANS WORKSHOP??
Okay mabye, papyrus's AND sans's workshop. Who knows, mabye the lazy bones tries to work on something for once.
Im guessing since papyrus is a builder he'd need to know the blueprints.
And if anyone's wondering... I dont think GASTER actually spoke in wingdings.
I think he WROTE IN THEM.
You can translate a frog, but not texts you cant see! Gaster has a voice (you can listen to it. Just like flowey and mettaton.) He probably wrote in wingdings.
Which means, what ever papyrus is reading... Might be wingdings.
I, myself, write in wingdings as well! (Kind of fun!) My reasons for it is for secretcy, a joke, and cause its fun to discypher things.
Now... Trying to learn wingdings? Ugh, its like... A.. Junior jumble.
Literally.
No kidding this shit is like a junior jumble. It's hard, cause if you forget one or are unsure, you have to go back and see if that was the letter or not.
It gets worse when you have no idea what your looking at. You just have to guess.
Now why all this talk about blueprints.. And bla bla bla..
Well i know this is only speclatory, but what if.. Papyrus was gaster? In some way, shape or form.
And he simply.. Forgot he was.
He is "forgettable" after rall. Yet somehow, when he's gone, everyone seems to remember him?
Or mabye, he just simply forgot how to read it!
I have. I can only remember a few things now. (I took a break from wingdings lmao)
Some r... Some s... Mabye a t? Dont recall? Leave a message at the beep!
Since sans never mentioned anything about him being to read wingdings.
And if papyrus was gaster... And he spoke in some STRANGE FOREIGN TOUNGES LIKE- REALLY?
(FOR ALL WE KNOW HE COULD BE PRETENDING PIKE HIS BROTHER SANS OVER HERE WHO HAS A SHERRIF "Z's" AND NOT COMIC SANS WHEN HES SLEEPING- AND ITS A LITERAL, THOUGHT OUT SPRITE TOO SO-)
(ALSO PAPYRUS IS LITERALLY THE ONLY CHARACTER IN THE GAME WHO TYPES IN ALL UPPERCASE WHEN HES TYPING. FUCKING TYPING. AND SINCE GASTER SPEAKS IN ALL UPPERCASE- DEPSITE BOTH WINGDINGS AND PAPYRUS FONTS HAVING LOWERCASES, THEY CLEARLY BOTH LOUD PEOPLE. WHO ALSO SEEM TO LOVE BEING SILLY AT TIMES- AND HOLY MOTHER OF ASGORE ARE THEY PERSISITENT. GASTER BUILT THE FREAKIN CORE GUYS. THE CORE.)
So where am j going at with this?
Oh simple, papyrus built or partaken in mettatons body building lmao.
Yeah that was simple, don't know what all the other stuff was about.
I could of just said " lmao, he a builder, and an artist apparently, and idk lol, mabye he was freinds with alphys ever since undyne introduced him to her, and bla bla bla, oh sure! l'll help you with some stuff!"
But no, i take the scenic route. I am a person with very high standards. Sorry.
Anyways, can someone order a pizza? Im kinda hungry lol.
(No seriously i am actually hungry, its 12:21 am and rn im too excited to sleep but my body says otherwise.)
Me trying to figure out papyrus's and alphys realtionship and how he has knowledge/ access to things like mtt's eyes and stuff like:
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maroccheno · 9 years ago
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Help with KGSP motivation letters
Hey guys! I realise it’s that time of the year, again: only a few weeks left until the deadline to submit your KGSP applications. I’ve been giving a hand to a few friends with their essays based on the advice I received a year ago and on help I’ve gotten with application letters in general, and decided to write down a few tips.
Disclaimer: I’m not a professional advisor/counsellor on application writing. My tips and advice is entirely based on experience of myself and others.
1. Form: Letter, story, job application....??
If you have written a job application before, you might have googled a few examples, and at least the first few you’ve sent probably looked something like this: “I’m a 20-year-old female/male from Awesome City. I’m very social and love teamwork, and I’m a fast learner. I study Fantastic Stuff at Unbeatable University and I speak English and Spanish.” And there’s nothing wrong with that. If you’ve written a grant application, you might have realised that the people receiving that letter probably care less about you as a person, and more about your reasons for having written it in the first place. A letter of motivation in many cases sits somewhere between there - although I have found that a letter of motivation in fact makes for a better job application, too. Why? What’s so special about a letter of motivation? And more importantly: why should I consider the form of my KGSP application letter? First of all, you’re trying to make an impression. You’re trying to fit your self introduction and your reasons for writing that letter into a single page with silly big marginals and a restricted font size. Here’s also why a letter of motivation makes for a better job application. You’re trying to explain what kind of a person you are, what motivates you, what your dreams and aspirations are, and why these features make you the candidate they should consider. All right. So how does this affect the format of your letter? Of course, unlike a regular application, your letter of motivation does not have a designated recipient. Because your letter will be read by several people in several different institutes, there’s no point wasting space into including a greeting or an opening line like in a regular letter or job application. (E.g. “To whom it may concern”.) This also goes for a typical self introduction in the opening paragraph. Your application is accompanied by the personal information document, which means that the people reading your letter have already checked out your name and age, your school background, and so on and so forth. You can skip “My name is Eve”, and go straight into telling your story. Think of it like this: you’re writing a letter to a professor who already knows a little about you, but not enough to know your family background or your future dream career.
2. Your story
Now, because you’re trying to leave an impression, think of your application as a story. It has a beginning, a climax, and an ending. Your background and the environment you grew up in brought you to a point in life where you realised something about yourself as a person, and this is why you are applying for the scholarship program. Finally, to convince the reader, you’ll offer them your unique abilities that you have accumulated during your growth process. Fin. Sounds pretty simple, right? It is. However, it may be tricky to get the details right, and choose the things that both describe you and your aspirations and motivation. This is where it’s useful to consider the culture of the recipient. No matter what your background, the people reading your letters will be Koreans, so it’s better to try to include aspects of your life that they can relate to and that show you have what it takes to move abroad and assimilate into their culture. So what are these things? Here’s a few questions you could try to answer.
Have you lived alone - abroad, in a different city, at a school dormitory, etc? How did your family support you as you lived by yourself? (Not: “My family sent me money during college.” Yes: “My family supported me as I lived alone during college and offered to help me if I had a hard time.”)
What have you inherited from your parents? (Not: “A house”. Yes: “Your parents taught you to be open-minded”.)
If you were an exchange student, how did you find the experience? (Not: “Living abroad was a party.” Yes: “Although it was difficult to live by myself in a different culture, my colleagues and teachers helped me a lot to feel at home.”)
What about Korea interests you? (Not: “The history is very beautiful.” Yes: “I’m fascinated by Korea’s long history and the way the historical events affect the society today.”)
Why do you need to study in Korea? (Not: “I want to see idols live.” Yes: “As I am interested in the economic background of the Korean wave, it is essential to my research that I learn about Korea and the Korean culture first hand, and gain the chance to study the entertainment industry from up close.”)
Wait - what’s that? Am I telling you to pretty things up and lie? White lies are perfectly acceptable as long as you know you can back them up if someone asks you to talk about that particular thing in the interview. For example, don’t write you have studied Korean by yourself and know it perfectly if you don’t, because you’ll get caught if they ask you to answer their questions in Korean. But: your parents didn’t give a shit about your well-being as you grew up? Make it sound like they did, or talk about your siblings, cousins, or aunt or uncle who was there for you. Why not just leave it out? Because talking about the support you have received from other people shows you appreciate their help and advice, that you’re ready to listen to others, and that you don’t think all your achievements were thanks to yourself (even if they were). This goes back to the culture thing - no matter what the recent changes, the Korean social values are still very family oriented. (Trust me - I wrote a Master’s thesis on this.) The hardest part may be figuring out this “climax” in your story. For me, it was being accepted to university and realising how much I enjoyed Korean studies, and how during my exchange year in Korea I found myself at home and wanted to come back to Korea. Yes - that lame. But I dressed it into pretty clothes and said something along the lines of having learnt the importance of networking through my friends and teachers in Korea, and going back to Finland I really missed the great atmosphere. What about why you want to study in Korea? What if Korean history really is your thing? What if you want to just include something about your knowledge of Korea? Consider things that are relevant to your future major in Korea. If you want to study linguistics, mention how interesting you find the Korean linguistics or how hangul fascinates you. If you want to study economics, mention you find the Miracle of the Han River interesting. If you want to study design, mention you like the traditional Korean patterns or hangul typography, or maybe the Korean game market. Here, the idea is to show that you have looked into the field of your choice, and you have also checked out that field in Korea. As to why you want to study in Korea, combine that interest with what you want to be in the future - if you want to work in international trade and you are fascinated by the Korean economic development, then maybe you want to study in Korea so that you can examine the historical and present developments and help turn that into a success story for a country that is still waiting for or experiencing the early stages of economic growth. Other stuff that’s good to mention is working experience, but not as is, e.g. I have worked at the post office. Yes - but why was this beneficial to you? What did you learn through this job? What qualities did you gain and how can you put those to use now? These are questions you should always answer, be it about studying abroad, moving to a new city, or work.
3. Things to avoid
Because you’re trying to make an impression you might be tempted to pretty things up too much. Avoid too long and too fancy sentences, because it is not only difficult to keep your grammar in check during such sentences it is also considerably difficult for the reader to keep track of what it is you’re trying to say as they will completely forget what it was you were saying in the beginning of that sentence by the time they get to the end. (See what I mean?) Stick to simple sentences, but don’t be afraid of changing up the length. Five word sentences are boring. Especially one after the other. Start your sentences with adverbs: therefore, however, eventually, and so on. Don’t try to sound too smart or like you’re an expert on Korea or the thing you want to study. Even if you were an expert. The point is to sound smart, but to admit you don’t know everything, but that your lack of knowledge is exactly why you want to study more. Avoid things like “Having worked at the post office has made me very social.” You might feel like post offices are social working environments, but that’s not obvious to everyone. If you insist on your work experience having been beneficial to your social nature (or that your work experience taught you a skill or quality), explain it: “Having worked at the post office has made me very social, as working in customer service taught me the importance of maintaining an open and positive attitude even in difficult situations.” The same goes for things like “Studying in Korea would be very beneficial to me”, “Studying in Korea will help me achieve my dream”, etc. Beneficial how? Helpful to your dream of what? Finally, and this goes for your study plan as well, try to make it more about Korea and less about your home country. What’s this mean? You will come off as much more interesting if you are planning to research something that is beneficial to Korea, rather than come over here, study stuff, and then take that knowledge elsewhere. (This is related to brain drain.) Think about it: if your government was paying tens of thousands in tuition plus monthly scholarships to foreign students, would you prefer they do something useful to repay that rather than take the money and run? Thus, try to avoid giving the impression that this scholarship is just a stepping stone to a career back home. (This does not mean you should say you want to stay in Korea if you don’t; but make it sound like this scholarship is really the only way you can achieve your dream or get that perfect job back home, and that once you leave you will make your experiences in Korea a big part of that future.) And, last but not least, proofread, proofread, proofread. Have someone else proofread your letter. While your country might have very few applicants (hello, Finland), in the end stages you’ll compete against several candidates, and at that point a few silly typos and unclear sentences might really make a difference. If you have any concerns, thoughts or questions, just send me an ask or a message and I’ll try to answer to my best ability. Good luck with your applications!
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