#Serendipity in Writing

[thereadingmoon]

I feel like Muir isn’t afraid to tell a story. In the sense that she writes like she doesn’t care what a reader thinks of her.

When I first read GtN, I found it as very average SF/F fare and my heart was barely in it. I felt like the ending was messy with its battle royale aspects and I wrote Gideon off as a standard edgy YA-style protagonist. The narrative sounded so simplistic and I didn’t feel attached to the cast of characters. On its surface, GtN is a very standard high-concept story with a stereotypical summary on goodreads. I was ready to write Muir off as an ok and middling debut writer.

Then I picked up Harrow.

It was like Muir was a sleeper agent and just blew my mind. I could see her skill in her craft and my investment did a complete 180. I had to reread GtN and realized all the things I missed and all the things that were planted from the start that were hidden by Gideon’s ignorance, flippancy, and naivety—the reasons why I wrote the book off. I underestimated Muir because I thought Gideon’s voice was her voice.

The writer is a liar, an illusionist, and a conman and I fell for Muir’s game. And that is so refreshing.

[a-wondering-thought]

i see and raise you notes app poetry but let me take you further to the art of poetry on the back of random pieces of paper you have floating around

[jessiesjaded]

The tension between mulder and scully is literally so palpable from the moment they meet its like actually and genuinely funny. You think it probably starts to build over time but nah first episode as soon as they lock eyes there's already a weird tension in the air and it never really let's up uhhhhhh.... ever.

[weasleyreidstyles]

rereading serendipity because i want to finish writing it and articulating all the thoughts i still have about the whole plot and meadow and matty's story. i will never stop thinking about them. they are my babies.

hopefully it doesn't cringe me out like i have done with past works (my 14-16 year old wattpad writing history irks me to this day)

[starglitterz]

serendipity.

─── series masterlist !

serendipity

noun; the occurrence & development of events by chance in a happy way

summary; when you, a waitress at the local coffee shop, are paired up with the new recruit scaramouche, you're pretty sure both of you are going to get fired within a week. he's just quit being a social media influencer and after being forced to work here to make ends meet, he's ready to let everyone there know how much he hates it. the worst part? you can't shake the feeling that you know him from somewhere. but as he slowly warms up to you, scaramouche realises that having a fresh start isn't that bad after all, and perhaps the two of you meeting like this was pure serendipity.

pairing; scaramouche x fem!reader

genre; modern au, coffee shop au, half smau half writing, fluff, crack, angst, coworkers to lovers, ___ to lovers, mutual pining

status; ongoing

warnings; all characters are over the age of 21, swearing, spoilers for scaramouche's backstory, detailed warnings will be specified each chapter, does not include anything that may happen from 3.1 update onwards

updates; erratic, hopefully at least once a week

taglist (open); send an ask to be added !

additional info; serendipity is a spinoff of my streamer!xiao series cynosure, and it contains heavy cynosure spoilers but can be read as a stand-alone. all parts & any asks relating to serendipity will be tagged under [☕] ━━━ serendipity ! . chapter titles are subject to change.

please reblog ! it helps a lot :)

# chapters:

character profiles !

one ! - a fresh start (and a terrible first impression)

two ! - i feel like i know you (i sure hope not)

three ! - i'm just doing my job! (does it really include being this bossy?)

four ! - thanks for the save (it's no big deal)

five ! - time for the summer festival! (do we really have to do this?)

six ! - your friends are here ! (oh no)

seven ! - my bff thinks she's sherlock holmes (...what?)

eight ! - no secrets allowed (if you say so)

nine ! - you were definitely jealous (you're delusional)

ten ! - a normal day at komore (until it wasn't)

eleven ! - feels weird when you're not here (feels weird when you're not here)

twelve ! - my skills include making bad decisions (add that to your resume)

thirteen ! - tea spilling session (that is the worst possible name)

fourteen ! - i know that you've got mommy issues (please shut up)

fifteen ! - anything for komore! (this is a bit much)

sixteen ! - i do know you (i hope it's true)

seventeen ! - the tale of a wanderer (and his trusty sidekick)

eighteen ! - cleaning after hours (do we get paid for overtime?)

nineteen ! - i'm so dumb (i'm so dumb)

twenty ! - i love fireworks! (i think your eyes sparkle more)

# extras:

playlist !

© starglitterz 2022. do not repost or modify in any way.

[dearth-in-serendipity]

Even when the mind remains as silent as a corpse in a tomb, the body feels the discomfort, like a fetus moving inside the womb.

ds.

[wiccawrites]

u did not hear this from me but au where kimchay meet a few years later in life, when Chay is a rising musician who joins a tv competition in the hopes of making his mainstream break and Wik has made such a huge impact in the music industry that he's invited to mentor and judge said competition!!!!!! Chay's confidence is shaky at the start but HEY GUESS WHO SAVES HIM AND GIVES HIM A CHANCE AT THE LAST MOMENT AND BECOMES HIS MENTOR?

[nerdywriter36]

Sticky Notes and Serendipity, Chapter 13: Picnics and Petitions

AO3

Chapter 13 is now live! big stuff is about to go down over the next couple of chapters and we really think you guys are going to enjoy reading it as much as we enjoyed writing it.

Thank you again for all of the love, kudos, and comments on this fic! Means the world <3

[avareiahgt]

Hey!

I've been out for some days but trying to work out something.

I've been struggling with prompt number 8 so hard. I've rewriten it four or five times and it never ends up as I want. That's because I've thought so many times about beach day that now I can't keep up with all of those ideas.

So here I am, writing number 9 hoping tomorrow I'll be enough inspired to end the previous one.

Sorry, but I let you here a short fluff prompt.

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GT JULY PROMPTS 2024

DAY 9: WARMTH

Warnings: a little fearplay, alcohol, possessive behaviour, mention of sex, cursing

Alec wasn't one that liked drinking alcohol. He sure had stamina and a strong metabolism for it, but was so unusual seeing him so warmed up. I knew this because he was way more talkative when drunk, also breath felt like a dragon hitting me.

He gave some trembling steps into the bedroom, blue eyes looking for me. At some point, they spotted me on the desk, reading some giant magazines the best I could.

The first thing wrong I noticed was the slamming door when he arrived, he was always so quiet. Second, the loud steps and hits on the walls where he was trying to hold into something. The last one, the way he was going straight to me without a single warning.

The table was at level with his hips, a bit underneath. I took some steps back while watching how he came like a bullet. Well, more like a massive bomb.

When a hand came looking for me, I held my breath and ran towards the pile of books that were stored at the background of the desk. My foot tripped over a wire and I almost fell. But I didn't so I kept fleeing from him, looking for a hideout or a escape.

I could feel the ground shaking as he gave the last step, then the desk moving like an earthquake was happening. I peered over my shoulder just to see he was standing there, supporting on one hand on the table, the other dangerously close to me.

That was my mistake, to look at my back, 'cause I ended up avoiding some drawing materials with a jump only to face a dead end. Back pressed to the wall, I faced him. Well, his hand, which was the only thing I could see as the shadow engulfed me, making me feel so powerless.

-Don't! Please don't!- I managed to plea

-Shhhh- he ordered me to be quiet.

-Alec, please...- tears spreading around my face, sobs contained.

-Nothing is happening- he said with his usual calm, although his voice was slower than ever-. You were here so alone, so cold. You shouldn't since you are so sweet, Hanna. Why are you like this?

His hand treated me with such gentleness, but it was quite clumsy. Two fingers held my hips and his thumb made the way up to my face, peting it. He was so focussed on not breaking me that he almost lost his feet.

Still, my heart was racing. Oh my... He was so freaking drunk.

-I can't see you where you are standing now- he told me, but didn't move me. Then he repositioned his arm and I was finally able to look at his face again. He was widely smiling, eyes locked on me.

It took all my efforts to pat one of his fingers and try to trust him. "Come on, one foot after the other". My head was rumbling and my back hurt because of the tension. But a step happened. Just one, trembling and scared.

He stopped lowering himself and stood straight. I guess one step was everything he needed because both hands cupped me up without warning. I let out a cry as I was going up, up and up. He had never treated me like this. Like I didn't have a choice or opinion.

-I knew it, you were cold. Lucky you I'm hot right now- my fear mixed with embarrassment as I interpreted those words in an adult way. Face red, I didn't have words. Surprisingly, he seemed to notice the confusion because some blushing crept to his dark face-. I didn't mean that... You see, not in a sexual way... I wouldn't.. fucking hell. I'm not that kind of hot, not that I have some kink or something... I was talking about actual heat.

That was the first and only time I heard him rumbling, tongue tangling and so damn nervous.

-I... I... Please just...- had no words left and even didn't know what I was trying to say. Did I want him to be hot about me? Did I want to be put down?

-Seriously, I don't know what I'm doing but whatever happens I think I will regret tomorrow. That's tomorrow's Alec problem, anyway.

Then he kissed me. More accurate to say he kissed my whole body and curled his hands over me. He kissed me for whole ten minutes before heading to bed and made me sleep on his chest like some kind of amulet, hand as a blanket.

It actually was warm. I also wanted to die of shame.

Next time I would love to be asked.

[risuola]

just wrote a nice, long and steamy entry for serendipity and i need to proofread it (three times at least) and it's gonna be up later today 🤭

[palladiumfragments]

serendipity 

with a backpack and a one-way ticket to a personal epilogue, we sauntered down the neon-soaked streets of cubao like young romantics in a bildungsroman. indifferent to the dissonance and the titans towering above, as if we didn't reek of teenage angst, as if we weren't icarus incarnates secretly mending our wings one joke at a time. for once i understood what charlie kelmeckis meant about being infinite because i knew i wouldn't trade those moments for the world. i don't think we ever ran out of things to say or hysterically laugh about. it was giggling in blue minibuses and food stand stops. it was motel alleyways and making plans that will never happen. it was the look of disbelief in your faces when i said i don't like cats. it was learning about a street people have been pronouncing wrong all this time and being so obnoxious about it. it was "thank you for tonight” and awkward hugs because you didn't want to keep the jeepney driver waiting and yelling "tell us when you get home”. i was treading murky water the entire time and you were probably too, but you made me feel less like a carcass and more like an actual person halfway through something i've always wanted. i kept it close, even after the last time we did it, that i'm writing this four years later with a cat on my lap, realizing a part of me didn't get on the bus that night.

[paperlovesadness]

No, because I'm not over processing "Now & Then" and freaking out about what a perfect epilogue it is for the Beatles, but also what a perfect homage it is to John & Paul's friendship. And how much it feels like destiny.

The words "Now & Then" have so many strange ties to these boys. Because:

-> John's last words to Paul (during a meeting that no one could expect was their last) were: "think about me every now & then old friend".

-> John was murdered in December 1980. In February of 1981 a friend of Paul's - fellow musician Carl Perkins spent a week with him, participating in a recording of a song for his album. To thank him and Linda for their hospitality during the time, the night before he was meant to leave, Carl sat down and spontaneously wrote them a song titled "My Old Friend". He played it to them the next morning and Paul started crying and had to leave to gather himself. Linda McCartney then assured Carl it was okay and thanked him for helping Paul, because he had problems facing his emotions about the attack before that. And then she stopped and asked him "but how did you know?" and Carl had no idea what she meant. She explained that the only people who knew what John's last words to Paul were was her and Paul himself. And then she revealed what those words were. Carl had no idea, but he ended up accidentally including them in that song.

The chorus of that song went as follows:

My old friend, Thanks for inviting me in My old friend, May this goodbye never mean the end And if we never meet again this side of life In a little while, over yonder, Where it’s peace and quiet My old friend, Won’t you think about me every now and then

Paul then insisted on recording that song with Carl Perkins, which they did - and recalling that story later Carl said that Paul felt like that song was sent to him by John through Carl.

-> By now we all know the story of how this "new" Beatles song came to be - After John's death, Yoko found a demo tape of songs he never completed, that she then handed over to Paul so that him, George & Ringo could record the last new Beatles songs in 1995 as part of an anthology that was being released. (they wanted to record new material, but had promised never to do so without all the members included. So using these demos was the only way).

There's lots of places that claim the tape with the demos had "For Paul" written on it by John - but admittedly, I haven't actually seen a source quoted. Still - the fact that one of the songs on that last demo of new material they ever got from John was titled with some of the last words he ever said to his best friend? The lyrics of that song being what they are? Come on.

(It very much also just felt like a song for Paul to me. With how complex that relationship was - how intense all the emotions were - through love and diss tracks to still calling each other best friends while they weren't on good terms. Missing each other).

Then - destiny working the way it did, not allowing them to record that one track in 1995 because of the awful quality. Making it so that it was their actual last song in 2023. Because only now did the technology allow for seperating those vocals and fixing them up so that they can actually be used.

Like are you kidding me??? It was that one. The one that felt most special.

-> Bonus fact. The back of the record sleeve has a photo of a special art piece on it - from George Harrison's collection. One that provides another serendipitous moment in connection to these words:

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And I'm just supposed to be alright with all of this?????????

[a-wondering-thought]

just something about ivy growing on the side of a wall makes places have an air of old longing, the ivy climbing through the cracks planting seeds of mystique and yearning, the splashes of colour and greenery returning to cover the old brick as though its gathering back the coils of vines

[sysig]

The most fun you can have, barring the pain and torture (Patreon)

[weasleyreidstyles]

someone shake me and tell me to finish serendipity chapter 19!!!!!!!!

[izzyspussy]

casually working @mitskijamie's small cock jamie agenda into this fic apparently