#ana writes things

[avalost]

37!

“What they did to you was wrong.”

“What?” The word no more than an irritated exhale as Heinrix slumped against the shuttle window, elbow propped on the armrest. The poised Interrogator was gone. This man, exhausted and disheveled, was an utter stranger.

With a gentle pressure, the shuttle lifted off, leaving behind the foul remnants of the Black Ship. In the seat next to him, Kat spoke quietly. “That was horrific. No one… should be treated that way.”

She kept her voice low to keep the others from hearing their conversation. Simple courtesy, nothing more. It had nothing to do with how much this felt like giving ground.

Heinrix did not lift his head from the cradle of his fingertips. “It was necessary. Untrained psykers are incredibly dangerous.”

“They're still people.”

At that, Heinrix did stir – and fixed Kat with an incredulous glare. “Still people? You saw the aftermath – were those people? Was there anything human left?” His voice rose. He caught himself and exhaled through his teeth, turning away once more. “I do not expect you to understand.”

A tool of the Imperium, he had called himself. Yet he had told her stories of his childhood – far more carefree than the careworn man sitting beside her now. Was it that child that had been herded onto the Black Ship? Had they put that boy in the shackles that hung in its cells?

How long had it taken to hammer him into a weapon?

And how many people, just like her, had refused to see him as anything else?

She fixed her eyes on the seat back in front of her, not looking at Heinrix. “No. I didn't understand before. I do now.”

Still, she saw his fist clench on the armrest between them. “Forgive me, but you do not. Cannot. You've spent your life doing as you please, defying the law and the Throne as you see fit. Now, with the warrant of a Rogue Trader –” He shook his head. “I… have never been afforded such leeway.”

She lifted her hand. Remarkably, it did not tremble as she placed it on his gauntleted forearm.

Heinrix froze. So close, Kat could see his chest stop moving for a moment.

Then he withdrew his arm.

“But you have other things to worry about. I assure you, Lord Captain, I am fine.”

Her title, cold steel in his mouth, where once he'd spoken her name with such warmth.

Kat leaned back in her seat and let her head fall back against the headrest, and fought down a sigh.

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[pirateauthor]

This is mostly just me fanboying (i don't know better "word" to describe it) over Ana Neu new writing video and blabbing about writing

I've been watching tons and tons of writing related videos to get inspired, motivated, find the "right" way (for me personally) to actually write and get the words on paper/screen.

But since i took writing seriously it also became very intimidating for me, and demanding (me judging myself for simple things like not knowing how to describe someone's smile instead of just writing how character B felt about character A smile).

So mostly i just think a lot about writing when i'm not writing and avoid writing when I've time to sit down and writing (finding excuses and things that i just "reaaally need to do before" writing).

Lately it is becoming more and more rare to get a wip done. 'Cause i focus a lot on stuff like: does this dialogue really matter? Didn't i use this same word a lot already? That is passive voice, change that to active! Adverbs, cut them all off! Purple prose, take that out too!..... While i'm writing, that writing is no longer a fun relaxing time.

But that was before Ana Neu dropped the new video...

I confess i'm not a true fan, i just watch writing videos here and there during meals (when my mom is not at home) and Ana Neu happens to be one of the few YouTube channels i have the bell and notifications always turned on for, then it was the first of her videos i got to know about the tip number 2 and tip number 5. Both are my favorite, but hell, tip number 5 might just have changed my life as an author and my view about writing and plotting forever!

I've always thought of Zero Drafts (a little influenced by Abbie Emmons, but i love her and Kate & Abbie Show is one of the best podcasts ever created) like just a huuuuge outline. Until Ana Neu simplified it to me by just: Zero Draft = action and dialogue...

I'm screaming right now... Like, oh gosh, i needed that writing advice!!!

I'm not a pantser but i'm also not a plotter. If i plot a lot about the story and little about the characters I'll just let the document aside. But i also will do just the same if I plot almost nothing of the story and a lot about the characters... So i never found a plotting technique or no plotting at all helpful, until this one.

I want to scream again. Because Ana Neu might just have changed my whole life forever and i won't ever be able to thank her enough for it.

Just dialogue and some action, just dialogue and action... This sounds like poetry to me (i actually just said that twice aloud.)

[rainofthetwilight]

honestly, when i first saw sora's backstory, i didnt react much, but now im noticing everything and its just really sad to think about

see this little kid who was full of hope? see this girl, that was just an innocent kid full of life, having that one role model that every kid had in some point of their lives?

this girl was then stripped away from everything she loved the moment she realized the truth, that this "role model" of hers was abusing poor innocent creatures, that their people have been brainwashed by this so-called emperess she actually used to follow, having your own parents shun you and take away everything you had and isolate you just because you knew the truth, and said truth wasnt just something bad, no, it was a fucking nightmare to think about, imagine taking that all in at 10

if the merge never happend, she would've been stuck in that sucker of a realm her whole life. she wouldve never been able to continue her childhood, her love for tech, nothing just absolutely nothing. she wouldve been locked away and alone forever, she wouldnt even have her own family by her side

the fact she didnt even hesitate to leave when the merge happend is heartbreaking, she was so fucking young, and was treated so poorly by everyone. imagine staying like that for probably months. she even named herself after that freaking dragon to respect her.

and as someone who actually experienced what sora had to endure when i was a kid, being shunned by my family for nearly a year during that time, i just have to point out that:

ana and sora are two completely different charcters.

when ana left, she became sora. a completely new person that was an ending with a new beginning, seeds that became remenants.

I know alot of people will disagree with me and say that lloyd had a tougher backstory, or maybe harumi, etc, but every charcter experienced something the other wouldnt handle, making no tragedy rougher than the other

i have nothing else to say but..damn

[annachibi]

5 Times Jules Marmont Destroyed A Darling Puppet And 1 Time His Wife Did It

fandom: Alan Wake

Jules Marmont channels his anger into beating up a puppet of Dr. Darling. As absurd as it sounds. Enjoy!

[becausebuckley]

anyway i know we’ve discussed the parallels between tommy and buck’s other exes but have we considered the parallels between tommy and ana

[realchemistry]

Buddie fic teaser

I was listening to "Down Bad" and the idea for this fic came to me. My brain works in funny ways so it doesn't really match the song (at least for now), since it's basically a different take on accident-induced-amnesia.

Anyways, this is just a teaser, I literally thought about it today so it's not done and it might never get finished. Maybe posting it here will help move it along...

No name fic, rated T thus far since the starting point is the shooting.

When Eddie went down, Buck felt a part of himself died with him. It was like an out-of-body experience: he could see himself paralyzed, completely frozen, unable to function because his best friend in the whole world had just been shot. Eddie’s body gave out, hit the pavement, and Buck was pushed to the floor. Eddie was bleeding out right in front of him, and Buck felt himself dying along, but there was no bullet hole to blame. It was all pain, the worst of aches he’d ever known, it was like his heart was ripped apart as Eddie’s body was torn. Eddie seemed to be reaching out, and Buck’s brain went back online. He thought about Chris, about their love for each other and his love for them. Buck had to make it right, so he gathered his strength and wits, and got into action. After dragging his best friend’s body, after placing him in the truck, after tending to his wound, after dropping him off at the hospital, Buck still didn’t feel completely alive. There was a lot of waiting involved, a lot of uncertainty, a lot of crying. When he was told that Eddie was going to be okay, that was when his heart started beating again. Buck ran to the hospital, he needed to see Eddie alive and well for himself. The only reason he hadn’t been right next to his bed was because he knew Chris needed him and, if he was honest with himself, he needed the kid just as much to get through it all. Once he got to Eddie’s floor, Ana was waiting outside the door. She didn’t look as happy as Buck was expecting, all things considered. He wanted to greet her quickly and move on to the room but she stopped him. “Hey, Evan, just, you need to know something before you go in.” “What is it?” Buck was feeling dizzy all of a sudden. “When Eddie woke up, he didn’t… he didn’t remember some things. The doctor said maybe he hit his head or the trauma—” Ana sounded defeated. “What does he remember?” Buck asked, dreading her answer.

[avalost]

Microfic asks, for Pillars: "one chance"?

Endless blue, as far as the eye could see. Blue water. Blue sky. The blue tinge creeping up his fingertips.

Rekke had shivered at first, but now his teeth had finally stopped their chattering. The water had been so cold before, but now… Had the sun warmed it? If only his fingers would listen better, and hold on to the crate…

His thoughts swam with the waters.

Endless blue, sky and sea becoming one in the distance. The first person to travel past the storms, to bring the word of God… Was there anyone to hear it?

It would be a particular kind of joke, would it not, to send one like him out beyond the bounds of all the maps, only to arrive and find nothing?

Despite himself, Rekke smiled weakly. He lay his head down on the crate and closed his eyes against the vast blue nothing, and tried to dream.

He dreamt that a shadow appeared on the horizon. Of sky and sea separating once more, the dark shape parting them. Drawing nearer.

Can it be…? God… Give me this chance. One chance…

The shadow drew closer, festooned with masts and sails and flags in bizarre shapes. Only in dreams did he have to bargain so much with his arm just to convince it to raise and wave. Only in dreams did his voice refuse him outright.

A rope ladder, unwinding like a sea serpent. A splash in the water beside him. Strong hands hauling him up that ladder, onto the deck. Strange sounds, voices, noises – his dreams spoke in a strange tongue, and he could not understand.

They released him, though, and he fell onto hands and knees. He could have cried. Maybe, when he woke, he would.

(micro-story prompt asks)

[chaosdeprived]

the bleeding heart on your sleeve

Fandom: Abigail (2024)

Pairing: Joey x Sammy (JoeySammy)

Word Count: 3.3k

Content / Warnings: Abigail (2024) spoilers. (Please don't read if you haven't watched the movie yet!) Canon divergence. Post-canon. Blood and injury. Vampire feeding.

Summary: Joey didn’t sign up to deal with a fledgling vampire with soft blue eyes and a warm smile. (And her newfound appetite.)

[sris09]

I feel trapped.

I feel trapped in my own self.

I try to escape but everything I do brings me down to where I was.

It feels like my feet are tied to the ground with chains.

I don’t want to live like this.

Trapped in my own thoughts, my own body.

I don’t want to do this by myself,

But I’ll convince myself I can

Until I can’t.

[mxtantrights]

I remember when we used to have to worry about Elena Cassadine coming back from the dead every now and again what pleasure that was compared to some of the plots going on now

[anitaazad]

I love this little guy!! ❤️

https://x.com/AnitaAzad44/status/1847840016250421396?t=lLw97p_ipdbPHIpEBz-_pw&s=19

[annachibi]

Just a little Darling/Underhill angst, leaning into the idea of Casper as a sort of friendly ghost. For @machines-art-shenanigans

[little-whats-her-name]

"I can't hear you over the sound of the eight billion glasses and plates clinking, and the very high possibility that I'm going to lose my job, and the fact that everyone at this charity dinner hates me but we have to act nice to each other, and the weird lighting in this room, and these fucking Spanx!" - Katherine Hastings, probably

[borealnyx]

And the day was saved by the power of

Transgenderism🌸💖

[rando-lesbo210]

hello everyone its exactly as you think it is-

Fallen heirs time!

Chapter 14!

15 is gonna take much longer i can promise that, I have to do the whole eden 6 arc before I can work on it cause my memory is fuzzy as hell but yknow- anyways have some doodles with it <3

I love grumpy Angel so goddamn much yall and I swear there's more gaigel coming up- I'm actually gonna release a whole side in-the-future thing that technically will not be Canon for RIGHT now of fallen heirs simply because I need these idiots to be gay and kiss even though in current timeline we aren't there YET.

[ichabodcranemills]

took a break from my self hatred sessions of watching GG for a self hatred session of watching You

and here’s the thing

last season, they said: “hey, here’s how we can make the gals who hate our show to give it another chance: let’s make it Dair”

now this season, they said: “you know that one idiot on tumblr who hates our show and keeps comparing Dair to Markhelena and also really likes Hozier? let’s fuck with her in particular”