#writing it

[animefreak1145]

I think about the Duga Ending a lot. Not necessarily the more violent one, where Bell tells their allies to head to Duga to set the trap. But the one where Bell chooses not to, says Duga anyways. With no plan.

I think about that action of saying Duga, leading Adler and the others astray—the completely wrong direction, saying nothing and giving nothing away as they sit with Adler in the passenger seat of his car. How Adler trusts Bell wholeheartedly with the answer of Duga. His dog wouldn’t lie. Why would they? They would never.

Bell, who reveals after Woods words and Adler’s coaxing of the truth—if they lied. How Bell just wanted to see their faces of frustration, of anger, of emotion, but they just wanted to see it from Adler. Bell, the epitome of petty revenge with this action—the chance to actually see the arrogant and normally stoic man break. Only to see nothing. No anger. No yelling. Adler who only has a frown and tone to match his disappointment.

Here is the person, the terrorist that led you astray and purposely caused the death of millions just for the chance to see Adler’s anger—only for him to feel disappointed. More how one would feel and look after seeing their pet pee the bed, destroy and tear off your favorite bed sheets—not at the genocide of millions.

I think about the Duga ending a lot. And how even at the end, Adler’s pride at Bell lowered significantly but not angry. How Bell’s petty revenge tasted bittersweet with blood forming at their chest from the shot, with Adler’s scarred frown looking down at them.

I think about how disappointed America’s Monster was at his precious dog that was always supposed to listen, but bit back and decided to die like this. No assault. Just wishing to see their master’s true face. Only to see that their master’s arrogance and pride was always there, Adler’s mistake. His cocky attitude bit back just like Bell did—roaring confidence that the tool he made and took out a piece of himself to do it would betray him like this.

I think about how could it be a betrayal when Bell wasn’t part of the team in the first place. “You’re still one of us, kid.”

I think about the Duga Ending, and all I see is America’s Monster being betrayed and Bell’s momentary confusion how the monster was disappointed more than angry at their gall.

I think. And I think.

And then I think of Solovetsky. I compare.

And all I can see is their relationship always ends in a betrayal in some way or another. The taste in both their mouths being bittersweet, either with blood or just as a natural after taste of killing a piece of your mind or the one who created your mind.

I think about the Duga Ending a lot.

[typicalopposite]

When I tell yall I wish I could see all *insert however many BT fans there are in this fandom*’s faces the moment something actually does happen to Tommy (physically/mentally/emotionally injured) it’s going to beeeee

[pardonmydelays]

also, just so you know, the eras tour was my final moment as a swiftie

[wheneclipsefalls]

I couldn't sleep last night because I had a new fic idea and now it won't stop running through my head🤭

[memorizerbunny]

lot more grateful and patient. lot less insecur. lot more sure of me and mine. kind and unaffected. rich in spirit & solid on the inside

[upat4amwiththemoon]

One day I want to write something so gut wrenching and anger inducing that it makes the readers scream

[theicarusconstellation]

star elf regulus x tiefling james

[lured-into-wonderland]

"So, Miss Nunnally, if I may ask." The Queen spoke up again not long after their conversation had died. Their talks over tea and snacks were primarily light and meaningless, but she enjoyed getting to know her soon-to-be daughter-in-law: the Queen that would soon (hopefully) take her place. Though it was time to light a small fire and search for the answers everyone was wondering. "You and Hibiya seem to be moving... slower than your father put us under the impression you might be. Now, I'm sure this is something you and Hibi have discussed, but he's always running around as you know, and since I had you, I wanted to ask."

On the contrary, she knew her son, and was willing to put money on the guess that he hadn't dared decide on anything for the wedding, like if he was even going to go through with it. "We don't have a deadline thankfully, so there's no immediate timeline to stress yourself over. Even so, have you two made any plans you would want to share with us yet?" A warm smile as Kyouko took her cup of tea in hand as if to sign to Nunnally that she was done talking.

The meeting happened in the wrong time. Nunnally was still upset about her meeting with Hibiya, their conversation (if one could call it conversation at all!) and his apologies (were those real apologies? she could not decide). But the conversation with the Queen was superficial enough so Nunnally started to feel calm and secure again. Not that she could feel completely safe here until her union with Hibiya is either confirmed by marriage or broken, which was the occurrence she didn’t even want to think about. She was aware her father would be furious, although she wouldn't be necessarily the one to blame…Well, there would always be some blame on her.

So she enjoyed the snacks and the tea, and talking about things which didn’t matter. That was until Hibiya’s name appeared in the conversation. It took all Nunnally’s strong will (that was still left in the young woman) and her relatively strict upbringing not to react emotionally, and to remain calm and composed. With s polite smile on her face. Though listening to Her Majesty made her internally twitched.

(“Slower!” – “Well, of course we are moving slow.” – she wanted to instantly reply – “But it seems it is not slow enough for your the prince.”)

(“Ask the prince!”) – was another reply that immediately appeared in her mind, but of course that was nothing that could be said. Was the question coming from the earlier situation from Hibiya? Nunnally was not naïve and she knew that "their fight" (could that be called a fight?) would not have gone unnoticed (being a royal meant you are never alone), but she was not familiar how (and how quickly) gossips spread here.

(“I don’t even know if Hibiya wants this union.”) – might have been another reply if Nunnally was talking with a person who she trusted. But that was not the case. And she was not sure what to reply as obviously she and Hibiya had never really talked about the weeding.

(“Think Nunnally, think! You must give a light and cheerful answer but not with too much details and not with too much lies. In case Hibiya was or will be confronted.”) – she was desperately trying to make up something safe. She had that desperate thought that perhaps she should pretend to have a headache, excuse herself and head towards her chambers... But she knew that wasn’t the solution. The Queen’s statement that her father suggested she’d be more eager did not concern Nunnally. At least not too much. She considered it the small push (perhaps also a small advice?) that she should take the things into her hands. Well, she might have been willing to do that earlier today, but after all what happened?  No! She would not be the one to be considered that she cared. But Her Majesty was awaiting a reply, some reply, and one needed to be given.  

She smiled to Hibiya’s mother trying to look excited and happy: --

“We have not talked about the ceremony itself. At least not too much…” – not at all would be the honest reply, but Nunnally was certain they would have no say in how the ceremony would look like. That its details would be agreed and imposed on them by the ambassadors and other staff that would ensure that both houses, both kingdoms, are properly represented. After all the wedding was not about Hibiya and Nunnally, but about their houses and their power. Suddenly, a thought hit her... A disturbing one. Did Hibiya have anything to say about their engagement, about their union? She didn’t, but perhaps things worked differently here. Well, it didn’t matter. Hibiya knowing or not, accepting it or not, they were where they were. Engaged. And getting ready for the big day – “But we discussed other…issues. We agreed that Hibiya will start to introducing me into kingdom’s daily business…” – well, he did not so far, but they discussed it? So, stating that was safe. She’d have to demand it more firmly from her fiance next time they meet. Meaning immediately after this meeting? Or should she wait till tomorrow? – “And we also debated…how our future family should look like…” – would that be clear enough that they had discussed having children together? She hoped the Queen would understand what she meant. Should she look more embarrassed about mentioning this issue? But that was also something royal marriages were about, so being too shy about it wouldn’t be a good option either. But was she right in these assumptions?

She didn't have much more to say what wouldn't be a complete lie, a product of her imagination. But these were important topics. Perhaps more important than the wedding ceremony itself. Though it seemed it started to be a pressing, an important issue, and it seemed she should be the one to tackle it. She needed to talk to Hibiya. The sooner the better? She asked herself this question one more time.

“But of course certain issues cannot be neglected for too long. It…could give the wrong impression.” – Nunnally hoped that statement could be considered as adequate expression of her gratitude towards Her Majesty; for bringing up this subject into their conversation; the gratitude she did not feel as chatting about her and Hibiya was not something she welcomed or appreciated. Did it also suggest that she felt guilty that things were as they were? Should she feel guilty? Should she add something more? That Hibiya and her were exciting about things? No, that would be too much – “But I can assure Her Majesty that we will soon have something more to share.” – she would make sure of that. With Hibiya’s support or perhaps even against him.

@royaletiquette

[tenderwatches]

sometimes you need dialogue tags and don't want to use the same four

[faaun]

WHEN ON PERIOD:

do not crash out

your feelings are NOT valid

do not send that text

don't kill yourself. lock in

do not act on negative emotions until at least 2 days have elapsed

[melodicwriter]

[elexuscal]

"what did students do before chatgpt?" well one time i forgot i had a history essay due at my 10am class the morning of so over the course of my 30 minute bus ride to school i awkwardly used by backpack as a desk, sped wrote the essay, and got an A on it.

six months later i re-read the essay prior to the final exam, went 'ohhhh yeah i remember this', got a question on that topic, and aced it.

point being that actually doing the work is how you learn the material and internalize it. ChatGPT can give you a short cut but it won't build you the the muscles.

[writing-is-a-martial-art]

truly some people have no genre savviness whatsoever. A girl came back from the dead the other day and fresh out of the grave she laughed and laughed and lay down on the grass nearby to watch the sky, dirt still under her nails. I asked her if she’s sad about anything and she asked me why she should be. I asked her if she’s perhaps worried she’s a shadow of who she used to be and she said that if she is a shadow she is a joyous one, and anyway whoever she was she is her, now, and that’s enough. I inquired about revenge, about unfinished business, about what had filled her with the incessant need to claw her way out from beneath but she just said she’s here to live. I told her about ghosts, about zombies, tried to explain to her how her options lie between horror and tragedy but she just said if those are the stories meant for her then she’ll make another one. I said “isn’t it terribly lonely how in your triumph over death nobody was here to greet you?” and she just looked at me funny and said “what do you mean? The whole world was here, waiting”. Some people, I tell you.

[mouthtapedguy]

lions are very mean and like jellyfish

[sourdough-seal]

hyperfixation please stay with me long enough to complete the project. hyperfixation do not fade. hyperfixation finish what you started for the love of god