#rookie writer

[lulpeepkins]

"Are you taking his side against me?"

Says Knockout as he and Starscream continue their futile argument. It’s been hours since everyone got back to base but half the time for the two to find a problem with one another. There’s less chaos than usual, nothings broken and only a few medbay tools being thrown around, and you have to commend them on their self control, granted it might be because you were here and was deemed a “fleshling” among the first encounter with the decepticons. But after months of settling in with the supposedly “tyrants of the galaxy”, arguments have become a normal occurrence.

“Of course they’ll take my side, it’s only fit for the second in command of the future leader of the decepticons!” Starscream boasts.

“Second in command?! That was supposed to be my rank!”

“Geez, they’ve been at it for hours. How’d we even get here in the first place? …I better tell lord Megatron.” Y/N mumbled worriedly. Without another word they sneak off to the command center hopeful in their search of finding the leading tin can of the bunch.

“You can’t just give away my position and- huh? Where’d they go?” Knockout, who has finally come to his senses, notice the absence of a certain earthling. They both pause to look around the medbay in hopes of finding out where their little friend has disappeared to but have no luck. Only then have they realized that the door is open and that can mean only one thing:

“THEY’VE BEEN KIDNAPPED-“

“THEY’RE GONNA TELL LORD MEGATRON MY PLAN-“

Both Cons halt and send each a puzzled look with their red optics, deeply disturbed by the others programming. Starscream is the first to gather his thoughts and start to hightail it towards the command center, Knockout quick on his tail.

When reaching the command center, neither bot successfully scanned for Lord Tin Can or the tiny human. This quickly sent them into panic mode. They made it their goal to find Y/N before anything bad could happen. As they zipped through the ship, the two boys stumbled upon the throne room, and to Knockout’s surprise and Starscream’s horror, there in the middle of the room sat the very individual they were looking for. Turns out Y/N ventured off to find Lord Megatron but instead of the worst possible outcome, the tiny human has set up fort on the shoulder of their fearsome leader.

After closer inspection, the tiny human was complaining about their two robot buddies, calling them overgrown, childish rust buckets who in their eyes ‘can’t keep the peace for too long’. Whilst eating away at a tub of ice cream and being comforted by their Overlord, who in turn, threatens to dismantle the Cons if they can’t get it together.

While staring at the scene that has captivated them, the duo suddenly doesn’t know if they should be more scared of the threat or the display in front of them.

Knockout turns to Starscream and quietly states:

“If you would’ve just agreed with me this wouldn’t be happening.” While Knockout then proceeds to high tail it out of there.

Cue an angry Starscream, ready to dismantle the street race fanatic decepticon.

[quotidian-oblivion]

So it is not big news that I've turned Nog into a fanfic writer now with her writing barbie and batman fanfics

But she's still a rookie

And she turned to me and asked

"What's a better word for 'said'?"

And i cackled.

[lovemesomechenford]

FOURTH AND FINAL CHAPTERRRR

Thank y’all so much for reading and supporting my first ever multi fic!!! This rookie author has loved every moment of it. 🥹

Summary:

“What. THE FUCK. Is going on?”

She’s greeted with awkward silence. Her gaze shifts between Tim and Lucy, whose eyes are both bugged out. Lucy starts to cradle her belly in a protective hold.

“Tim. Who’s baby is that?!” Ashley accuses, pushing away from Tim and her seated position.

Accomplishments

First multi chapter fic ✅

First fic over 5k word count ✅

[thisnightissparkling089]

A friend sent this to me today and I feel attacked😅

[lnsmkael]

✦ starting a little writing blog! ✦

this is for fun btw, I was supposed to start posting a few years ago but I forgot to actually start lmao

this blog was made with the intention of getting these words out of my head and into some paper (or google docs for that matter)

be kinddd i’m on my journey to rediscovering my love for writing 🙈

[shadow-gear]

I don't remember if I've been posting chapter updates on Tumblr but chapter three is out. This story of mine is getting a lot of views for some reason...kind of scary tbh

[k-night62]

CHECK OUT MY PAGES ON KO-FI AND PATREON.

Hello Everyone!

I am an amateur writer trying to build my very first fantasy story universe. Therefore, I created pages on Patreon and on Ko-fi, to publish my works there:

At this point, the outlines of two young adult stories are as good as done: Both stories will be told from at least two of their protagonists' point of view, and each story has potential to add at least one more POV character. However, I haven't yet decided on their final titles, so for now these stories go by the working titles "The Little Lynx" and "Homebound"

HOMEBOUND

"This story will focus on a group of teens of different social backgrounds and ethnic groups, who wind up at the centre of an expanding civil war. Away from their homes and separated from their families, they have to stick together to make it out alive. In addition to that, "Homebound" will also be the one where 'actual' magic will play a part. And for now, it looks like it's going to be the more complex story, simply because of its setting against the backdrop of a war.

THE LITTLE LYNX

"The Little Lynx" takes place about 200 years later on a different continent, and it seems by then magic has already died out in that part of the world - or at least it will play no (big) part in this story, which is set against a more "realistic" backdrop. And as it looks right now, this story will be a lighter one: It focusses mainly on a young tomboyish woman who struggles to fit the mould that the strictly hierarchic patriarchal society of her time wants to push her in. She would rather find her own path in the world, but still hesitates to fully go through with it; she fears her family would never forgive her if she did. A justified fear. Especially her imperious aunt hasn't yet recovered from the scandal the last black sheep of the family had caused. So, she is determined to keep her wayward niece in rein with might and main, since she considers herself almost at the finish line with her ambitions for her second niece. But as they say: Don't count your chickens before they are hatched, auntie, because this little black sheep might cook your goose still ...

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[andisnotonline]

The Widow Bishop has a Perfectly Normal Morning

Posting a thing here so I can send my friend easily

Mrs. Crowley’s cousin dreaded these mandatory visits. While her mother encouraged her to engage with her aunt’s only daughter, it was a dreadful occassion for gossip and biting remarks. She didn’t care for it, but there was a subject she was curious about. 

“Cousin, I was walking around some shops the other day, and I noticed Mrs. Bishop was working in the bookstore with Francis Bonnet. Does Mr. Bishop really allow his wife to work with Mr. Bonnet unsupervised?”

Mrs. Crowley showed a hint of a smile before quickly turning serious and raising her eyebrows. 

“Oh dear, you’ve really been gone far too long. Mr. Bishop died a long time ago, four years now since last Monday.” Mrs. Crowley’s cousin raised her hands to her mouth. “My goodness, the poor thing. How did he die? Was he ill?” “No no, it was quite tragic really. After a night of drinking with some friends, he wandered to a cliff not far from his home and fell off. It was a terrible tragedy.”

The tone of Mrs. Crowley’s voice indicated no sign of tragedy, but her cousin couldn’t help but be invested in the story of the Bishops. After all, it was rather unusual to wed the supposed daughter of a chief who spoke not a word of English. Most people attributed it to Mr. Bishop’s sea brain and old age. Mrs. Crowley eagerly continued. 

“It seems however, that Mr. Bishop had quite a few properties to his name, and he gave all of them to his wife! She kept the home, of course, but sold the rest of them to purchase that building you saw on your walk, the little bookshop. How ironic, isn’t it. The foreign girl running a shop full of English literature?”

“Yes, that’s a bit odd. So she married Mr. Bonnet then, and he manages the shop.”

“Well cousin, that’s the peculiar thing! It’s clear the two are a pair of lovebirds, but there has been no proposal yet from Mr. Bonnet. He does, however, take charge of the shop per her request, she asked only that she was given employment there.” 

“Well perhaps she’s still mourning the loss of Mr. Bishop then? Such a sudden and unexpected death, I’m sure that must’ve been difficult for the poor thing.” “I doubt it, dear. There were rumors long before Mr. Bishop’s passing that his wife and Mr. Bonnet were more intimate than they should’ve been. I can’t blame the girl either. At sixteen, marrying a man of fifty, who wouldn’t be drawn to Mr. Bonnet?” Mrs. Crowley’s cousin let out a laugh. “Mr. Bonnet is hardly one for attracting the attention of a beautiful girl like Mrs. Bishop. The poor chap never has been one for words, as hard as he tries.” “Oh, I entirely agree! But the boy isn’t unattractive, and he’s much more age appropriate for the girl. I imagine she found the first young boy she liked the looks of and jumped right into it with him.” 

“You’d do better to mind your tongue, Mrs. Crowley. You know your husband despises that sort of talk.” 

The women fell into giggles and went on to discuss other matters before returning to the subject of the Widow Bishop. 

“So, would you and Mr. Crowley be attending the wedding of Mr. Bonnet and his widow bride?” Mrs. Crowley let out a thin-lipped grin and turned to her cousin. “Well, I can’t say I ever liked the girl. She always struck me as very odd, and the poor thing really doesn’t know how to dress with that dark complection of hers. Still, who doesn’t love a wedding?”

“So when should we announce the engagement?”

“I think one month should be appropriate, don’t you think?” 

Sometimes I wonder what someone would think if they ever happened upon one of our monthly business meetings. It starts as one would expect, with discussions on the shop, profits, improvements, and so on. Then it migrates to the topic of how to convince a town of small-minded people that Bonnie Bishop is a young meek woman who didn’t push her murdering, good for nothing husband off a cliff and that she’s fallen in love with Francis Bonnet, a very straight man who has waited all these years for the right woman to give him the family he’s always dreamed of. 

“I really think we can do it sooner, don’t you think? What would we really be waiting for?” 

“The anniversary of Jackson’s death was only a week ago,” I remind him, not looking up from the table I was wiping down. He was leaning on one of the bookcases, which always makes me a bit nervous, but I say nothing. It’s Francis, after all. I don’t think it’s possible to develop such a strong bond with a person without learning when to pick a fight and when to let the person you love just be themselves. 

“Right, I remember, but I think the four years balances out the presumed mourning you should feel.” 

I lift my head to raise my eyebrows at him when I hear “should”, and I see him realize his mistake. 

“I mean, the mourning that everyone expects you to feel. What is expected of a woman. Not to say that I feel…” 

He’s rambling now. If it wasn’t so close to opening hours I’d let it go a little longer, just for a laugh. 

“Hey, I know what you mean. I’m not offended, don’t worry.”

Francis lets out a sigh of relief and puts a hand over his heart. 

“Good, good. I really wasn’t trying to get on your bad side this morning.”

“You mean the way Jackson got on my bad side?” Fuck it, I can’t help myself. He’s just so easy to mess with. I’m not even totally listening as he babbles his way through another explaination. 

Francis is the only person I’ve been able to trust since I was stolen from my family. As I was taken to the ship, I remember looking back at all the wreckage the white men left behind, and thinking to myself that I would never trust an outsider again. Ever. 

It proved to be a practical vow on all occasions, except when I met Francis. He wasn’t as confident as Jackson and his friends were. He’s always had a tricky way with words, never capable of getting a full sentence out when he’s uncomfortable. It surprisingly helped him out of some social difficulties though. Nobody ever assumed that he wasn’t interested in women, only that he was too nervous and awkward to find a bride. But he was always polite to me, and he never treated me like an outsider. He was impressed with my ability to learn English and assume the role of perfect housewife so quickly, and I appreciated his sincerity and compassion. We got so close, actually, some villagers spread rumors to Jackson that Francis and I were having an affair. It’s a rumor that led to the night of Jackson Bishop’s death, actually. Not that I hadn’t considered killing him before, but the night he confronted me about my “affair” certainly sped up my timeline. 

“Oh shit, would you look at that.”

That snapped me from the memories of my proudest achievement. Francis rarely cursed, and often told me to watch my own language. I turned to see what he was looking at, and there I saw it. The largest ship I’d ever seen was on the horizon. It was hard to gather any detail from the distance it was at. I couldn’t even make out the flag, and we didn’t have a telescope at the ready in the shop. I felt unsettled, but I tried brushing it off. It was only my imagination getting the better of me. The ship didn’t look that different from the one that I was forced to board seven years ago, after all. 

“Eh, I’ve seen bigger.” 

“I haven’t. Not on this side of the port, at least. I’ve only seen small fishing boats, maybe the occasional mercenary ship looking for directions. A boat that size looks military, but there’s no reason for them to come here.”

“Maybe they got hungry,” I joked as a tried nudging his arm with my shoulder. “Or if we’re lucky, maybe they wanna stock up on some fresh new reading material.” 

“Ahh, wouldn’t that be nice. Bad luck that my own novel isn’t ready yet, otherwise we could sell to them.” His shift in tone told me that my words reasurred him, which was a relief. We couldn’t have two anxiety-riddled employees in a single shop, that was just bad business. 

“It’s not bad luck, you just won’t sit down and finish the damn thing!” I laughed as I went to unlock the doors. “By the way, I think you’re right. Next customer that walks in can get the big news that we’re engaged.” 

A big smile emerged on Francis’ face, as he went over and lifted me off my feet in a hug. 

“Oh, what a relief. I was really hoping I could let my mother know, she’s been insufferable lately. Oh, oh, and before I forget,”

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small silver band. I feel a sudden panic. Last time a man gave me a ring, I was scared shitless and on my way to a place I was completely unfamiliar with, accompanied only by the man that killed my father and his friends that stood around and watched. 

“But you’re sure this is what you want, Bonnie? You’re a wonderful girl, you can find someone else to love. I know you’re stubborn and don’t like hearing it, but you have to know that you’re too beautiful and caring to be trapped in a fake marriage where we pretend to be a family for the rest of our lives.” I laugh and take his face in my hands. “You’re right, I am stubborn. What is marriage if not two people that love eachother uniting as one? It doesn’t matter to me that our love is a different kind, it doesn’t make it any less sincere. And the family we make together? It’s not fake, because a family cares for one another. They do whatever it takes to keep one another safe, and I promise you, with everything I am, that I will love and protect you and the children we’ll have together.”

I see tears forming in his eyes and I quickly wipe them away before he makes me cry. 

“You know, it’s really unfair that you’re so better at words than I am when I’m supposed to be the native speaker.” 

I smile and he kisses my forehead, my hands still on his face. A perfect image of a happily engaged couple that Mrs. Crowley just happens to see first as she walks into the store. For once, we’re very lucky that the town’s largest mouth is in our little store first. 

News will spread quickly.

[theflyindutchwoman]

It's the fact that Lucy was the one fighting for their relationship no matter what, despite never being able to commit to any of her ex-boyfriends, while Tim was the one who walked away from her, when he used to stay in relationships despite them not working, that makes this so incredibly painful for me. Lucy was all-in. She took the risk of losing the most important relationship in her life. She gambled her career for him. When she found out he had problems with her doing undercover work, she simply told him they were going to get through it. Even after being kept in the dark and spending days without knowing if he was alive, her first instinct in the parking lot was still trying to help him and comfort him.

There's only so many times you can watch your partner walk away before there's no coming back. Before it completely shatters your trust in them. Because that's the issue here : it's not the first time he does that to her. Don't get me wrong, he definitely had his reasons each time and they were noble. Misguided, but noble. And he is without a doubt not in the right mindset at the present. He's punishing himself, feeling worthless of her love. But the pain inflicted to her is the same. It's no wonder that Lucy is crushed and believes it was easy for him to give up. We know it wasn't like that at all. But why would she think any different at this point? It's easy to say that your relationship is worth the risk but if you keep walking away when it gets tough, then those words become meaningless. And I really hope that this is going to be addressed during Tim's journey so that he can break that pattern. Lucy deserves that much. And so does he.

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

9-1-1 5x13 | The Rookie 6x6

[sylvies-chen]

OH AND THIS WEIRD PACING IS BECAUSE OF THE SHORTENED SEASON TOO like you can definitely tell that alexi has tried to compress 18-22 episodes worth of storylines into 10 because how the fuck did we go from drama with tim not being on board with lucy’s uc to her not acing the test like she thought she would because of a biased cop to tim having some dark past brought up to a BREAK UP in like 5 episodes… and there’s like… never any transition between these storylines whatsoever??? what kind of fans do they think we are??

[meatballlady]

When it comes to the ending of GOS2, there seem to be two schools of thought:

Everything we saw can be taken as-is. Aziraphale's (and Crowley's) choices were their own, and the current "theories" going around would take away their agency and ruin the impact of the ending.

There is something secret going on which will explain why the ending of s2 was so painful, and why it was actually all okay the whole time. Either A/C had a secret plan of some sort, or they were Influenced.

Y'all.

There is a secret third option 🤫🤭

There is something secret going on. It actually makes the ending of S2 worse somehow. It will actually deepen the impact of the characters' decisions, instead of retconning anything. It will destroy us when we find out. NG was just trying to protect us with that ending.

[makeoutstopcrime]

I just remembered tamara is moving out

so now lucy is losing the two most important people in her life at the same time

LUCY GET BEHIND ME I’LL PROTECT YOU

[thisnightissparkling089]

My readers: I love this! Can't wait to see what happens next!

Me, the writer, equally as in the dark: heh, yeah...me too.

[rookieoneil]

What are your favorite Chenford Fanfiction?

[mamadoc]

Okay. I feel like these scenes need to be either 24 or 48ish hours apart. Not the ‘I’ve spent the last 36 hours imagining you bleeding out.’

Date NIGHT, candlelit paella dinner, Tamara coming home from school, dark outside = evening

Then we see Lucy sleeping by herself once, she says he called in sick to work (implying once), we see him go into that house in the morning, when he comes to the apartment it’s dark outside and seems like evening again.

So 24 hours?? 28 hours maybe? But NOT 36, right?

These Rookie writers have ZERO respect for time. Or math, apparently.