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Writing Scenes Out of Order

Gonna be honest with y'all, I have never ever written a story completely in order. I am actually incapable of doing that. Even though I write the most detailed outlines known to man before I even think about writing, I still can’t write the scenes in order. I swear by this because I sincerely believe that writing scenes out of order increases my productivity which I’ll talk about later. Even if you haven’t done this before, I recommend everyone try it at least once, so without further ado, here are a few reasons that you should write your stories out of order. 

You Can Write The Ending First

When you write your scenes in order, generally that means that you’re going to write the ending last. In my experience, the ending is one of the most important things in your story, so I recommend that even if you write everything else in order, always write the ending first. Writing the ending first always gives you a light at the end of the tunnel. It gives you a destination to eventually reach. Even when you feel like your story is going absolutely nowhere, it allows you to go back and see what you want the ending to look like from the beginning which should help your motivation and hopefully lessen that pesky writer’s block!

Oh, Those Continuity Issues 

Continuity issues are the absolute worst. I can never seem to remember the way that I described stuff at the end of the book when I’m writing everything back at the beginning. One thing that does get frustrating about writing scenes out of order, is keeping up with continuity like what season it is, what characters have already met, and even who is alive and dead at certain points. Writing scenes in order eliminates these issues because you are writing everything in the order that it happens. I would most definitely recommend keeping an outline or at least a sheet of notes when you’re writing scenes out of order, so that you can keep yourself organized and lessen the continuity issues that you have to go back and fix in later drafts!

You Can Follow Your Inspiration

I plot every scene out extensively, but if I do have an idea for a scene, I immediately write it down and worry about where it fits into the story later. For me, this increases my motivation because at least I'm writing something even if it wasn't in my original outline. Every story has scenes that aren't the most interesting, and as writers, those can be the hardest scenes to write. Especially if you write all of the interesting scenes first, you won't have anything to look forward to when you're struggling through the more transitional parts of the story. This is just my opinion, but whenever I write in chronological order, my motivation goes down a lot. I like writing whatever scenes I want to write instead of writing what comes next in the story. Knowing that I can write whatever scene I want to next makes me super excited about writing

Sprinkle In That Foreshadowing

Y’all know how much I love me some well done foreshadowing. It’s simply one of the best things about reading and writing. But, writing foreshadowing can be really complicated if you aren’t sure how the story ends or even how the foreshadowing will fit into the story later. Because I normally write the ending scenes first, when I finally get around to writing the beginning scenes, I can easily sprinkle in little bits of foreshadowing or allusions to later scenes. It also helps me not overly foreshadow anything because I can go to the end and make sure I'm not doing too much.

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Phic Phight - Add Some Spirit in To Better Cheer It!

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We've Got Spirit, Yes We Do! We've Got Spirit’s, More Than Two! We’ve Got Enough Spirits, To Beat The Shit Out Of You!

Paulina had had her curiosities peaked back when Ember McLain, oh my GOD, and the strange pirate child had abducted all their parents. The weirdo trio were not as pathetic as they often acted.

Sure that goth girl -why? Does that girl still think those clothes somehow look good? Ew- was always known to be fit and whatnot, but Paulina hardly cared about that stuff. Strength didn’t equal balance or grace. There was nothing graceful about the goth, the techy, or the freak.

Or so she had thought.

All three moved so well during that invasion, sure it could have been dumb luck, or whatever. But now she was sure it wasn’t.

Freaky Fenton had just done a triple backflip spring off of a wall and into a tree… He did it like it was nothing. Now he’s staring down at her from the tree, with her staring up at him from the base of the tree.

All she had been doing was working on clothing design sketches, she hadn’t expected someone to come bolting out across car roof tops; much less the Fenton boy of all people. She blinks at him before putting her hands to her cheeks, “that was a-mazing, oh mi god!”.

Fenton physically winces, “we’re… having a race”.

Both of them glancing up at the roof tops when a motorcycle zooms by, that greasy-haired -ew- biker ghost flipping them off, “ha! Suck on the distraction, dipshit!”. Fenton standing up on the tree branch without so much as a wobble and sticking his hands out to the side, “go crash into a wall!”.

Paulina shakes her head out, “you were racing a motorcycle on foot?”. That shouldn’t be possible right? Oh whatever, Fenton doesn’t even wobble when he bends down to look at her again.

She’s decided.

She must have him.

“Uh. He gave me a head start? A head start I totally wasted”.

She pouts at him, this was such a waste! “If you can move like that why are you wasting it so much. That’s not cute you know”.

“Paulina, do you think I give a single fruity fuck?”.

Then the Manson girl comes sliding down a pipe from the rooftop, the techno one following while fiddling with a pda.

Oh this was just perfect! She could fill up so many holes!

Jumping up and pointing at both teens, startling them a little, the tech actually walking into Manson’s back.

Poor awareness, but she could work on that.

Paulina making sure to put on a pretty pout, the kind that makes her eyes twinkle, “you absolutely must join the cheer squad!”.

“Hell no”.

“A group filled with cute girls? Count me in!”.

Paulina skips over and pinches the techno one’s ear, “no, bad, teammates are off limits”.

Danny groans from the tree, flopping over on the branch, “you’re talking like this is already decided”.

She turns her head back to the boy, oh silly silly boy, “it is”, and nods curtly to herself. Who were they to deny her? She was moving them up in the world, they should feel honoured.

Manson walks over to Fenton, without even looking at Paulina, how rude. “Says who? You? Like miss shallow puddle? As if. And shut up, Tucker”.

Riiiight. That was the techno one’s name. Silly her. Well why would she bother remembering the names of the lower class? Though if they were going to be her teammates, she should at least try…

Fenton drops out of the tree, humming, “will it get me out of Tetslaufs stupid sports class?”. The goth sounds mad, “Danny! Don’t humour her and her shit!”.

Paulina huffs cutely, “oh let him, I don’t know why you’re not. I’m-”, putting a dainty hand to her chest, “-asking… you-”, gesturing around at the goths… everything, “-to join the cheer team. A privilege”.

The goth snarls, “take your privilege and shove it”.

The tech-Tucker pouts, it’s not a good look. She’s going to have to work on that with him. “Aw but Sam, being surrounded by cute girls sounds very privileged to me”.

“You disgust me”.

Paulina doesn’t not agree with that… he was a creep. But he was a creep that could nearly walk down a rooftop pipe without looking where he’s going or wobbling. Huffing softly at the techno boy before looking to Fenton, “of course, Testlauf will do anything for the team. The cheer squad keeps the jocks happy and entertains everyone, she loves us”, humming, “and Lancer loves cheerleading too”.

Fenton makes a few faces, “right, he used to cheer. Very weird”, leaning back and groaning, “he’ll be thrilled about this, damn it”.

Oh that’s right! Mr. Lancer -most boring teacher evar- had a major soft spot for Fenton. Why? Who knows. She doesn’t care. “Well then do it for him”, fluttering her eyelashes at him when he looks back to her, “pwetty pwease?”.

Sam groans and buries her head in her hands, “we’re doomed”.

Fenton sighs, eyes Manson who glares at him, eyes Tucker who raises and lowers his eyes brows creepily (ew); and sighs again. “Ugh, fine. Why am I like this?”.

Sam smacks him, “dumbass”, then glares at Paulina and crosses her arms, “fine. You win. Happy?”.

Paulina beams at the goth, giggling happily, “yes, very much”.

Dash was going to freak, she can’t wait. She ignores Tucker doing… some kind of ‘dance’ thing. It’s creepy, it’s embarrassing, it’s pathetic. She almost regrets incubating him, almost, but she will make it work!

Paulina practically skips over the Star, “girl you will never guess what”. Star smiles softly at her, so Paulina continues, “that weirdo trio? Yeah totally agile. Like balancing in a tree agile”, putting a hand to her chest, “and I wasn’t going to waste that so guess who’s joining the team?”.

Star gasps, scandalised, “You didn’t”.

Paulina giggles, “I did”.

“No”.

“Yes”.

“Oh mi Zone girl”.

“I know right?”.

Star giggles, “Dash is going to cry”.

Paulina nodding back rapidly with a bell-like laugh, “totally”, waving a hand around, “that Tacket, I think that’s right, is still creepy though, so like, ew”.

“Well no one would date him anyway, so whatever”, Star pushing Paulina’s shoulder gently, “you finally snagged miss ookie spookie, got her to cave instead of being all ‘I am to dark for that’. She’s been perfect cheer material since we were kids!”.

Paulina pouts, that had always bothered her, she had tried many times to get the goth but she finally won! “I know! It was so sad”, pouting more, “there’s no way we can get her to pretty up tho, dios mio”.

Star grins and wiggles, “think we could get Fenton to pretty up”.

Paulina gasps in shock, “don’t make me even picture him in a dress! He has way too much muscle for that! Even if he is still skinny”.

Mr. Lancer startles her a little. Not that she lets him see that. “So I heard you girls recruited Daniel?”. Star jumps a little though.

Paulina turning a blinding smile on the teacher, “yup! He flipped into a tree without even stumbling! I was suuuuuuper impressed!”.

Mr. Lancer blinks and grins, “I’m not even a little surprised by that, good for the team”, grin growing, “hopefully we’ll win cheer state this year”.

Hmpf. The only reason they didn’t last year was because of stupid Emilie, Ellen-high had found a diamond with that girl. Why couldn’t she go to Casper-high instead. Rude. Well whatever, at least no one on of her team was some druggie loser.

… even if the whole weirdo trio were total freaks.

Paulina is almost squirming with joy waiting for the weirdos to show up, the rest of the team can obviously tell she’s excited; which obviously means there’s new members.

Or she was dating someone new, which she obviously was not. She’s preparing for fashion school after all! She has better things to do than boys. Such a sad thing for so many silly boys.

The doors open, the trio walks in, and Casey huffs, “um why are they here?”.

Paulina grins, rounding on Manson, “throw Fenton at the basket ball hoop”.

Sam grins meanly, grabbing Fenton, “now that you don’t have to ask twenty times for”, and hurls Danny at the hoop. He just twists in the air to land on top of the hoop part in a crouch and pouts at Paulina.

Paulina turns back to her cheerleaders, and hums proudly, “see?”.

Bailey puts a hand over her mouth and squeals, “oh my Zone! We are so winning state side!”, running over and poking a slightly wide-eyed Tackor?, “and I totally saw you juggling a laptop! You can so totally lift me!”, putting a hand to her chest, “I only weigh one hundred pounds”.

All of the cheer team responding in unison, “you need to eat more”. Making Bailey squirm, she was much too skinny there was no way it was healthy; and Paulina was having none of that on her watch. Thin may be pretty but bones were not. Plus! You need energy to be pretty and to cheer.

Though there was that one skeleton ghost with stellar hips. But that’s a ghost. Very different.

Manson rolls her eyes at Bailey, “and I agree with all of them”. Bailey pouts more. Mason sighs, “I… have tons of healthy recipes if you care”.

Paulina grins to herself and multiple girls giggle. The goth would come around yet. Plus Bailey looks to actually think about it. Good. Oh yes, very good.

Teckur grins, whispering, “this is gonna be awesome”; Manson swats him over the head.

Fenton flings himself down off the hoop, landing in an easy crouch and sauntering over. If he was a girl and had good hips…. “Okay so look”, making a weird gesture with his hands at them, “I may have done one too many feats of skill, one too many times”.

Sam quirks an eyebrow towards the boy, “‘may have’? Danny?”.

Danny rolls his eyes back, “shush you”, looking back at the cheer team, “and yeah, maybe I just want out of Testlauf’s Hell class. So anyways, hi”, pointing at his face, “Danny. Not Daniel or Fenton”, pointing at Manson, “Sam, not Sammy or Samantha or Manson”, pointing at Tracker, “Tuck or Tucker, not Foley”.

So maybe they didn’t love being called by last names. Fair enough, and she had decided she’d at least try. But did Tucker have to have such a weird name? ‘Tuck’ could be like tuck and roll though so maybe….

Sammy was sooooo much cuter than Sam though, but Samantha was just an old lady name; who names their kid that? Ew.

And Danny was Danny. She only really called him by his last name because the football boys did. Because Dash and Kwan did.

Paulina turning to the team, “okay girls, let’s show the newbies how it’s done”.

What follows is a lot of practice jumps, flips, lifts, simple tosses, splits (that Tuckar winces over), and precisely one double down. It takes almost nothing to convince Tacker and Danny to get involved; even it the techno geek had pouted after being told the girls wore shorts under their skirts (ew), at least Danny smacked him. Then, eventually, Mans-Sam sighed and joined In.

Watching the three of them do a three person human tower, or physically throw each other around seemingly carelessly was a bit scary to everyone though. The level of trust was so adorable! But no way was she letting Danny throw someone twenty feet in the air and having them land on just one of his hands, that would probably get them banned from competitions.

Tracer’s reaction time was no where good enough to be thrown by anyone else though, her having watched Sam intentionally let him land on his butt more than once. Chelsea got kicked in the face and was going to complain about the bruise for weeks, Paulina would too. Very little was worse than a scuffed up, banged up, face; the horror. Danny was going to have to work on getting banged up less, it was so not pretty; he was a boy though so he could get away with it more.

Sam also kept pretending she wasn’t going to even try to provide support or catch and just would not stop frowning… except when someone messed up. She was not going to be great for moral.

Danny though, Danny would be their Emilie… so long as he watched his obviously weirdo strength. Anyone who could lift Charlie one-handed was to be feared. Charlie was charmed, which was bad, Paulina had to glare at the blushing startled poor girl. But also, Danny weighed nothing, actually nothing. Her mom’s crockpot weighed more! He got the same lecture from everyone as Bailey. He blamed his ‘ecto-contamination’ thing, she didn’t believe it, he threatened to eat eighteen mighty meaty hamburgers a day to prove it…

Paulina’s pretty sure that was not physically possible for someone to do. Like, evar.

But he looked like he meant it (he did, he did not gain weight. The second to the top of the tower position was very officially his).

Paulina claps her hands together after about two hours, “okay, great work everyone”, pointing at Danny with a playful smirk, “you can be anything, cool right, totally. Flyer, base, or spotter”, pointing at Tuller? Tucker? Tucker, “you are banned from being a flyer”, pointing at Manson, “and you’re too mean to be a spotter”. Sam flips her off, so unlady-like. Ugh.

Chelsea huffs, crossing her arms, “if Tucker is ever a flyer, I’m quitting”. Earning more than a few giggles and laughs.

Tucker shrugs, “I think I’m good staying on the ground”. Sam glaring, “and I’ll beat you into it if you even try hiding all the uniforms shorts”. Ticker glances away like he actually thought about that, so ew so so ew. Paulina’s putting in an order for spare shorts. Ew.

Star finally, hurry up gurl!, shows up, “speaking of uniforms-”.

Multiple squealing girls interrupt her to run over and hug her; Manson fake gags. Tuck just looks uncomfortable, right didn’t they date for a while? As pity or something? Not that Paulina actually remembers that, since a ghost possessed her body to date Danny. So freaky, so ew, so not worth thinking about. At least he didn’t get awkward around her because of that, hmpf.

After Star’s done patting all the girls aand doing hugs, “okay okay, I love yall too! But we have things to address”. The group gives her room and she eyes Danny and Tucer, “so what are you boys wearing?”.

Sam snorts, “if you think these two idiots are getting away scot free for dragging me into this, forget it. They’re wearing the normal, skirt included, uniform”, waving a hand, “besides, it’s not like they’ve never cross-dressed before”.

Everyone, which was fair because what?, give the two boys weird judgy looks.

Tuck sputters, gross, “hey! That was because you wanted someone to pretended to be you so you could run away to the circus! And I rocked it, I’ll have you know!”.

“Purple is not your colour”.

Tuck makes more ugly faces.

Olivia tilts her head, “but she’s pale and you’re dark, how would that have ever worked?”. Getting three, “people are blind”, replies in return.

Paulina could agree with that, boys especially were very blind; that’s what made them so much fun to tease!

Casey snickers, one hand over her mouth, “so we’re going to get the boys in skirts. Ha”. Sam pointing at her, “hey, clothes have no gender”. Casey rolling her eyes, “riiiight, toootally”, and snickering more.

Danny chuckles, “hey I’m pretty sure last time I went to one of Vlad’s stupid galas in a ball-gown in an attempt to embarrass him, I got more compliments than he did business offers”.

Olivia blinks, “you go to galas with the, like, super rich mayor”.

Danny raises an eyebrow, giving the girl one of those ‘are you dumb’ looks. Paulina’s confused too though, “well yeah? He’s my uncle? I co-own all his businesses? I’m the only recipient on his will?”.

“YOU’RE RICH!”.

Paulina is shook.

Shocked.

How and why?

Sam face-palms, “oh my Zone, really?”, sighing and giving everyone a very judgy, mean popular girl worthy, smile, “how have you not realized that? Even his parents are rich, not Vlad rich but whatever. Heck, all of us are filthy stinkin’ rich”.

“WHAT!”.

“Then why do you hang around with the lower class?”.

“Shouldn’t you be all popular then?”.

“Why don’t you, you know, brag about your money? I’d brag”.

“So you all dress this way by choice?”.

Tuck bends over laugh wheezing, “wow! Honest or what!”.

Danny putting a hand to his chest, “hey, I like my dumpster-chic. It’s comfy and it’s makes Vlad’s left eye do that twitchy thing”.

Casey looks pleased, “wow, you are so petty. I like it”. Danny gives her a goofy thumbs up.

Sam points a thumb at Danny, “the only expensive clothes he wears is tactical Kevlar”.

“Well it’s very good to have, you know, in case I get abducted to be hunted for sport in the wilderness again”.

Bailey blinks, “Again?”.

Right, Paulina kinda forgot that Danny had had a very weird life, and really weird things just kept happening to the boy. This was totally another weird thing in his mind, the lesser class could never appreciate a good thing… even if they weren’t really lower class or whatever. If they didn’t want to be assumed to be lower class then they would act like they were! Hmpf.

Sam sighs, “to get this out of the way, nice to know how little your type pay attention to us, I’m the only heiress of the Manson family fortune since nana Ida hates my parents so they’ll get nothing from her. Tucker is the only descendent of a very wealthy Egyptian Pharaoh that actually looks like said Pharaoh meaning he gets the money. And Danny’s Danny, the weird hyper-fixation of one of the wealthiest men on the planet”.

Danny does jazz hands, “go me! Woo!”, putting a hand to his chest, “we’re rich and we’re hot”.

Sam and Tuck joining it, “they want our money and our bodies”.

At least that gets them some laughs.

Looks and body fitness was, like, ninety-nine percent of cheer after all. So of course she was absolutely after them for their bodies. Wealth never hurt though!

Star shakes her head, before smacking her fist into the palm of her hand, “right, you guys totally haven’t met the team pets yet, have you?”, looking to Paulina, “they totally haven’t right?”.

Paulina almost forgot about that! If Danny was like his freak folks she’d be worried, and she totally needs something to help her ignore them being rich but too silly to be smart about it. Flaunt it! What is wrong with them??! “Nope!”.

Tic tilts his head, “since when did the cheerleaders have pets?”.

Paulina waves him off, “oh only since the last big game, they just showed up and they’re close enough to ravens that we claimed them. Even if they talk funny”. Chelsea could nevar figure out what they were saying half the time, it was so cute.

Danny makes a face, “so that’s a yes to them being ghosts and a no to any of them being a green dog”. Sam smacks him, “oh you’d just love it if it was your stupid puppy”.

Charlie squealing and running over, “you have a puppy! Show me right now!”. Paulina smiling to herself as basically everyone crowds around the weird boys phone. Cujo was absolutely adorable, very green, but adorable with its little floppy tongue and big eyes.

Star laughing, “okay okay, adorable dog, but it’s decided that we’re sticking with everyone wearing the standard uniform, yeah?”.

Sam’s ‘yes’ is mean. Tuck’s is pitiful. Danny’s gets followed up by a finger snap and wink.

And then everyone pulls out their phones to bombard the trio with pictures of the vultures. They just had so many silly ones!

Danny bursts out laughing, falling over, Tuck right behind; even Sam bends over laughing. Sam explaining while the boys die on the floor, “how! How did you! Did you guys! Adopt Vlad’s minions?!”, the goth is actually tearing up, “oh this was worth showing up for”.

Basically all of the team shouts, “THEY BELONG TO THE MAYOR!?!”.

Danny cackles, “oh they’re gonna be so mad! What? Did they get bombarded by Vlad’s obsession with the Packers one too many times? Ha!”.

A grinning Casey just eggs them on, “yes actually. They were curious about the sport, the guys liked their merciless bites, we think they’re better than a raven fursuiter; they didn’t get a say”.

Harley waving a hand, “oh whatever, they keep showing back up anyways so it’s fucking mutual”.

Danny pushes himself up, making Tuck flop over on his side still laughing, “I have absolutely used each and every one of those fez wearing fucks as a piñata”.

Most of the girls swat at him, “stop that!”. Good, they’re bonding. This might work yet.

(The later meeting of weirdo trio and three fez wearing vultures did go less than well. The vultures threatened to peck out Danny’s eyes? He threatened to use their feathers as pillow stuffing. Tuck openly debated how they’d taste with bbq sauce, ew; he was scolded utterly. Sam just glared. The vultures were offended by the weirdo trio joining the team, the team -Paulina- defended their reasonings, Danny gave the vultures noogies, they seemed to accept their fate. Paulina felt very proud of herself).

Ms. Testlauf bursts in, in the manly way she does, with the foot ball team following her, “now this I had to see for myself! You tell me those two pip-squeaks actually agreed to do something physical?!?”. Multiple guys are jeering as well, because of course they are. Tuck scrambles up out of clear fear.

While Danny is busy waving awkwardly Paulina saunters over to Dash and Kwan, who look just so confused, “so? Apparently everyone is still wearing skirts and halter tops”.

Kwan beams, “rock on. The tank tops and men’s shorts ones look awful”. Paulina nodding readily, “I know right?”. Dash actually pouts, “how could you do this to me, Paulie?”; she only giggles at him.

His little ‘crush’ might not mean anything to her here but she will absolutely use this as an excuses to help make a cute little couple. So adorable. Danny would be absolutely swimming in Dash’s varsity jacket.

Testlauf crossing her arms at Paulina obviously wanting her to just get on with it, so Paulina sighs, looking back to her team, weirdo trio included, “alright everyone, time to show off, and I mean everyone you three”. All three groan dramatically. At least they knew how to overact so that people can actually see their faces from thestands. Pointing at the three, “do that really scary double single handed rewind toss”.

Sam and Tuck doing backflips to land in Danny’s separate hands, then he physically throws both of them up in the air, them landing together on one of his hands, each with one hand interlocked letting them both lean sideways. Very illegal. So dangerous. So worth it.

Testlauf points at Danny, “I am mad with you”, while all the boys shout and cheer much at the now blushing teens embarrassment. Adorable. Multiple jocks laugh about how Danny could probably, throw them; Dash looks like he wants to scream.

Sam grumbling as she falls down into a handstand before upright again, “yeah well, I still say black would be a better uniform for a team called the Ravens”.

“Dios mi, never!”.

Testlauf huffing, “why do you never show this skill, pathetic”.

“Don’t like sports”.

“Gym being mandatory is a waste of my free time, I exist out of spite”.

“The entire notion of a graded gym class and the high value placed on physical capability is inherently ableist”.

Testlauf growls at them, they smirk back. Paulina shoos them to go practice/show off with the rest of the team, since their agility and whatever had been shown already. Her then elbowing Star, whispering while eyeing Dash, “you should totally go get some of the spare uniforms”, and wiggles her eyebrows at the other girl.

Star giggles, “oh totally”, and waves meanly at Dash as she heads over to the gym storage closet. Meanwhile, Bailey lands on Tuck’s head, Charlie having to catch both of them; Testlauf barking out a laugh at them.

Paulina nodding at the third successful tik tok move in a row, clapping her hands together as Star pops out of the storage closet with a wide grin, “alright, take five. A few someone’s need to put on a fashion show”. That gets a ton of cheering from the team, the jokes whistle… only the weirdo trio stays silent. Star walking the outfits over to them and shoving them to their respective changing rooms; Sam literally growling the whole time. That girl was such a freak, but she was the teams freak now.

The jocks all start elbowing Dash and laughing at him as soon as the trio are all out of sight; Dash actually shouting, “Damn It Fentwink!”.

All three come back out, wearing the uniforms; Sam looks sooooo pissed that Paulina has to giggle at her with one hand daintily over her mouth to ‘pretend’ she’s trying not to laugh. Tuck is trying to act like he’s rocking it but it’s… alight she guesses? Danny… just looks like he’s used to wearing it, it fits him way too well for a boy.

Dash buries his face in his hands and groans, cheeks a bright pink.

That silly boy was soooo screwed.

(Dash was, in fact, screwed. He stood precisely zero chance against Danny in a cheerleading outfit)

Then Paulina sees Sam see Dash’s blush and the goth grins meanly, “never mind, best worst decision ever”. Seems tormenting a Jock and his silly little crush was all it took to get the goth on board. Good. And incredibly cute. Sam smacking Danny on the back, “go get ‘em, tiger”.

“Sam the only thing I’m gonna get is Vlad trying to get me into college football cheer leading”.

Tuck pouting, “what about me?”.

“I hope an actual tiger is all you get”.

Tacker shrugs, “I mean, if they’re actually a fursuiter…”; multiple people smack him.

Sadly, poor girl, Olivia actually asks, “what’s a fursuiter”. With everyone shouting, “NO!”, at Tuck; Tatslauf laughing loudly.

Fez-wearing Vulture no.1 lands down on Vlad’s desk, “ya shoz watch te next Cazper game”. Vlad barely acknowledges his minion, “as much as I would love to support the locals that have taken you lot in like strays and their not so pitiful attempt at my preferred sport, I am still trying to figure out how to get Fizztle’s stock shares somewhat legally”.

The vulture inspects its claws, “Phantom’z in itz”.

Vlad stops immediately, Daniel was participating? In football? When? Why? How even? Could he use game talk as a bonding experience now? Standing up and pushing the papers aside, “change of plans, there’s a game I clearly must show my support for. I am the mayor after all, and foot ball is a very important sport for voter support and good faith”.

“Yaz, surez. Ya tellz ya self that”.

“I will incinerate you”.

“Ha! I’d like to see’vez youz try!”. Vlad does try it, Vulture no.1 flees, “hmpf. That team treatz uz far better than yaz”. Vlad just rolls his eyes at that.

(Vlad was baffled and utterly filled with disappointed disbelief when Daniel waved to him in a cheer leading outfit. Vulture no. 1 looking very smug from one of the cheerleaders arms, Vulture no.3 looked more murderous when the gunner threw It at the opposing teams costumed mascot.

Vlad spent almost as much time watching the cheer routine, that was needlessly dangerous, as he did watching the actual game. Apparently the crowd loved that even Daniel and that techno friend of his were wearing the female uniform, Vlad had been more so wondering how to explain this to investors someday. The potential bonding with his vulture minions was a net positive, of course.

Daniel also still somehow managed to get hit by a football, him not dropping the brunette girl during that was at least somewhat impressive though. The star quarterback though…. kept fumbling the ball every time he looked the cheer teams way…. young men and their ever distracting crushes messing their lives up. Vlad would place money on the teens ‘crush’ being a member of Daniel’s little group, since being the star player meant he wasn’t normally like this, Vlad pities the boy immensely.

The Raven’s absolutely do not wind up winning, but Vlad could tell the boys were all teasing the quarterback mercilessly; Daniel’s goth friend starts a fist fight with Vulture no.2. But both teams cheer teams all swarm Daniel’s little trio with clear praise. Good, his little heir deserves to bask in praise, regardless of it being from cheering and wearing a skirt… and teaming up with the peons who stole his minions).

End.

Prompts: After a display of physical prowess, Sam gets recruited to the cheer squad. This might be the best, worst thing that's ever happened. Who knew Danny Fenton was so agile? Paulina makes it her personal mission to get him on the cheer squad. The ghostly vulture trio heard enough about the Packers and got curious about the sport, next thing they knew…they've been adopted in by the Casper High football team and cheerleaders.

[thekidsarentalright]

give up what you love before it does you in. if that's the like overarching theme of fob8 i can already feel my heart and all of bones also breaking into a million pieces

[mystxmomo]

Coming back to Homestuck years later, I'm struck with how damn hard John Egbert is to write for.

[mithology-marveloholick]

I am actually going to kill myself

[thiswaycomessomethingwicked]

how many Joachim de Fiore and Savonarola references can I, an Artiste, include in a star wars fanfic? stay tuned to find out. 

[alovelyburn]

I was introduced to Berserk by a guy/(boy) I was involved with last year. He - attempting to grow his manga collection last summer - regretfully, turned out to be complete scum. How telling that he ended up becoming bored with the story after the Golden Age. After reading Berserk myself…what a red flag lol. ANYWAY - at least for me, a straight woman - Guts is the quintessential, most perfect and exemplary man written for the “female gaze”. His general disposition, unwavering love for Casca, fiercely masculine nature (both protective and healthy) and tenacity are exquisitely woven together. This behavior extends beyond Cacsa too - in due respect to Farese, Schierke, Flora, Danaan…even just in modeling proper masculinity to Isidro.

I officially committed to Berserk in June. (Context: The beginning of 2022 was the first time I began seriously exploring anime in general, and since have started reading manga.) But I ,as a woman who has always loved any escapist story with depth, have never come across a character like Guts - aside from one other male character. Prior to discovery of Berserk, Jamie Fraser from Outlander was the exemplar of perfection in this category. However, upon diving into this manga - albeit a series whose readership is mostly comprised of by men - Guts is superior above all men I have come across in literature.

Additionally, I will add that the men in this fandom (with exception to the bad apple I mentioned) who vocally idolize Guts, as well as ALSO consider Berserk a love story - give me hope that good men do exist. Thank you, Kentaro Miura.

I posted this on Reddit and got backlash, I did not write this to say he is the most perfect character….I am saying he is perfectly written FOR THE FEMALE GAZE. Please look up the ‘female gaze’ because there have been a few useless comments by people who missed the point of what I said. Even more confusing are the comments by some people who completely missed the point of the entire story Miura wrote too???????

Feminists love to bring up how he choked Casca. Respectfully, here are my thoughts.

First, he literally choked her during Golden Age. Casca’s resolution and grace towards that assault is universally praised and yet people talk about her acceptance of him/his trauma as if it would be an isolated incident???????

Second, the beast of darkness emerging in that moment in the later arc is to serve for Guts to realize, and be horrified/fearful of the evil within him. Casca is the most precious thing to him - so for him to assault her in that moment is (in my view) a device to establish how serious the darkness in him is.

There are two reasons I hate when this is brought up to me. As a woman, if I raise concern about it regardless of context and ignore the numerous merits Guts has - it’d be written off that I don’t understand his depth of character. On the opposite side - if I don’t bring it up, or even better, others think they need to remind me….then I’m something of an SA apologist if I lack concern. It that suggests that women can’t and/or choose not to recognize complex male characters. Something of a catch 22

Genuinely, I wasn't sure whether to answer this. I don't really understand what it is about me or any G/G type person that inspires Gutsca fans/Casca fans to write us these long lectures about opinions you must know we're not going to agree with, and I'm not sure I want to encourage that. And also because any argument that Guts sexually assaulting Casca just proves how important she is to him makes me want to die, and I do find the refernece to "feminists" to be a little strange.

That said, I guess I do want to address this attempt to counter the idea that Guts trying to kill and rape Casca is perhaps bad for their relationship.

First of all, there is a difference between the strangling in the meadow scene during the Golden Age and the one where he's trying to kill her after having a chat with the Beast over the campfire. Specifically, the Golden Age incident was a ptsd/trauma flashback that involved him lashing out at a hallucination that brought out his rape trauma, whereas the second incident is him literally trying to kill her because he's frustrated that she holds him back from chasing Griffith.

This is literally what is happening. It's enabled by the possession, yes, but Guts himself acknowledges that the feelings/impulses come from within himself. They are motivated by his exhaustion, his frustration, the fact that while he cares about her, he also resents her because he'd rather go chase Griffith around like he had been doing before Conviction.

This is not a PTSD flashback that she gets caught in, it's him venting his anger at her. That doesn't mean he doesn't care about her or that he actually wants her dead, but it is an impulse that exists inside him, and he's struggling to contain it under the circumstances.

Second, the sexual assault is again literally and explicitly him reenacting the Eclipse rape in an attempt to get closer to/more enmeshed with Griffith like the words are right there on the page, that's what he's doing.

Which brings me to the two-pointed root of this disagreement:

Casca isn't the most precious thing to him, Griffith is. I'm sorry, this comes up a lot. The Beast of Darkness tells him that he's carrying her around just so he won't heal and be forced to move on from Griffith. It also lumps her in with the rest of his current companions as fragile flames that he uses to sustain himself until he can chase Griffith, "the true light that burns (him)." The Beast is, let's remember, just Guts' subconscious/dark side. It's not some outside entity trying to lead him astray, it's the dark feelings he tries not to acknowledge. It also comes up in interviews, e.g. Miura stating directly that Griffith is the one that gives Guts his motivation to live. When she runs off alone, Guts' first instinct isn't even to go look for her - he only decides to do that after sitting in the dark moping about the Hawks, and he directly refers to her as abandoning the Band of the Hawk itself. In fact, every time he commits to staying with her and protecting her, it's directly in the wake of him being reminded/reminding himself that when he abandoned Griffith and the Hawks it resulted in him losing everything he cared about without even realizing it. And even then, the entire time he kept promising himself that he wouldn't abandon her, he also kept vacillating - should he find her a safe place and leave her there and go back to what he was doing, or should he try to make himself stay? When Griffith takes off with her, he literally doesn't think about her even once. And to be clear, I do think if Miura hadn't passed away he would have shown more concern about her. But that doesn't change the fact that when Miura relayed what was most important about this situation to Mori (who said he wouldn't make up or flesh out anything but would just put down what Miura told him), apparently what he said was something to the effect of "Griffith kidnaps Casca, Guts has a meltdown about being unable to hit Griffith." All the people saying he's melting down because he couldn't save Casca are living on Cope, I'm sorry there's no other way to put it. He's melting down because after all his years of growing stronger and obsessing over getting to Griffith when he finally got there he was completely powerless to do what he intended to do, which was fight Griffith on something like equal footing. While yes, this ended up resulting in his being unable to save Casca, it's just extremely evident from reading the book that what he's most bothered by is his inability to land a single hit on the man who he has, in a lot of ways, lived solely to try and catch up to ever since Promrose. Thus the callback to the first duel, when Griffith overwhelmed him, and he became "Griffith's." Which brings me to

Casca's importance to Guts is very complicated, and I'm not here to say he doesn't care about her or love her as a person or that he didn't have legitimate romantic feelings for her, or that he isn't motivated in large part by his self-imposed duty to protect her. But I *am* here to say a lot of what motivates him is that Casca is his path to redemption. Casca may be the woman he had intended to be with, but what she is more than anything else, is the embodiment of the Band of the Hawk - he literally refers to abandoning her in the cave as abandoning the Band of the Hawk itself, and the idea that she has come to represent the lost army is emphasized during the Eclipse itself when Judeau and Pippin declare that if she, their current leader, survives it means the Hawks are still alive in some form. With Guts, his decision to dedicate himself to protecting her is a direct result of his bad choices in the past: he abandoned Griffith, and it resulted in Griffith being imprisoned and broken, plus the Hawks being killed... and ultimately led to the Eclipse. He abandoned Casca and Rickert and Casca ended up running around loose without any protection (that he knew of). Hell even Godot died while Guts was off doing something else, and he didn't even bother to say goodbye. Guts' tendency to chase a goal at the expense of the people he cares about and how it results in him losing them before he understands what he's doing is a repeated theme in his character, and it ultimately resolves (for the most part) on the Hill of Swords when Griffith abandons him. This puts him on the receiving end of his own callousness for the first time - he realizes he hates it, and decides he has to change his approach. His decision to protect her, to dedicate himself to protecting her, is not a grand romantic gesture, though there is romance in it. It's his attempt to stop making the same mistake and make up for what he's done in the only way he can: by not letting it happen again.

[maggot-monger]

how do you think lucifer knew about pop culture and such? like even in season 5 when he was the original version of himself the writers hadn’t ruined yet, he uses a lot of slang and modern idioms. and i guess we could just say bad writing lol but what’s your opinion?

hiii hi lucifer's s5 pop culture references are one of my favorite dialogue writing choices of the show tbh! the tl;dr is that i think lucifer did a lot of digging around in nick's mind while he was hanging out in nick's body, but i'll like, show my work and stuff also lol

so, in 5.01, before lucifer has a physical vessel and is appearing in nick's dreams, there are no pop culture references in sarah!lucifer's speech, and very little slang. the same is true when lucifer speaks to azazel through the sacrificed nun in the flashback in 4.22.

the pop culture references start after lucifer has taken nick as a vessel and has full access to everything in nick's mind and body, not just whatever can be accessed through dreams. he also starts moving more casually and fluidly, with little gestural quirks that imo have a similar effect to the pop culture references: communicating with humans in human-oriented ways that humans will easily understand and that will make him more relatable to them (not necessarily more likable, but maybe less alien, at least)

so, i think the pop culture refs are picked up from his vessels' memories and thoughts! he got in there, he got total, internal access to nick's memories and his body's habits and his speech patterns and stuff, and starting using those materials in his own communication styles. and then maybe also picked some up through exposure once he had the basics down, after he'd been out of the cage for a while

speculatively, i'd guess this was part of why nick was appealing to lucifer as a vessel: from what we see of nick, we know that what he wears looks like he has a job that has him in work boots (so, probably not white collar, and probably therefore has a vernacular more similar to sam and dean's than someone who would be spending his days in a corporate office, for example) and has pretty standard spn-core ways of speaking. having nick as a vessel puts lucifer more in sam's world visually, in speech, and in movement style more than other possible vessels would. he probably knows a lot of the same pop culture sam does, and he probably talks the way people sam is comfortable and familiar with talk — so, if lucifer learns to talk like a human from nick, lucifer also will come across as a familiar, relatable type of person to sam (didn't work too well but like, A for effort). idk if lucifer would have known enough about human class structures etc to be able to identify nick as the right kind of human to learn human culture from in order to talk to sam, so disregard if that seems too circular...but imo it's smart from the writers/costumers/etc, even if it didn't factor into lucifer's choice at all

(all of this makes different angels' characterization really interesting, i think, because some of them do a lot of human-ifying of themselves like this, while others don't. does castiel not do it much for the sake of jimmy's mind/memory privacy, or because he just doesn't care very much about seeming human? what's up with uriel and michael using pop culture referneces but not much human body language? like i know it's largely inconsistency in writing and acting choices for different characters but just assuming it's actually character-based reasons, i love it. and imo it implies that lucifer is very curious about humanity, even though he wants to get rid of them, and is good with rhetoric in that he understands the value of speaking to people in a way that feels familiar (he sucks at rhetoric in some other ways lol, but he was doing a good job on that, at least))

[elvendria]

NOTICING YOU - E.M x FEM READER Part One

summary:

-What are you doing to me y/n Henderson?- -I could ask you the same Eddie Munson-

y/n Henderson is Dustin's older sister. She's the shy, reserved bookworm you see around the hallowed halls of Hawkins High. She's a cynic. She's seen how those you love can treat you, and knows that true love and soulmates belong only in her books.

At least until a freaky metalhead who happens to be friends with her brother shows up more and more in the most convenient of places.

\\acquaintances - friends - lovers - enemies - lovers//

Ok so I just want to clarify a few things:

Although set in the time of season 4, music up to the current decade will be used, I just find it easier to know what songs to use when I'm not limited to specific timelines

There'll be referneces to songs however some of them may be listed as y/n writing them herself, but I'll put the original singer/songwriter at the end of the chapter

It'll start before the events of season 4, but will gradually move into that storyline over time

(I should also mention that in this fic, Eddie only repeated his senior year once, meaning there's only a year between them instead of two, and Steve hasn't graduated yet)

Ok. Let's jump in.

part one part two part three part four part five part six part seven

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TW: single mom/absentee dad, shy bookworm reader, fem!reader

word count: 2.2K

August 20th

The thought of walking across the school carpark for the first day of Senior Year felt like walking through the gates of hell. All I wanted to do was run somewhere until the end of the day, and then slowly crawl my way home.

I could barely find the will to get my legs to move out of my 1967 Volkswagen Beetle, my most prized possession. It felt like my legs were encased in cement as a cold sweat ran down my spine at the thought of having to face more than one person every day.

Dad had fixed Betsy before he left all those years ago, I thought it would be junk by now but it runs just like it did when he finished it up and took Dustbin and me out for a test drive. Sure she's bumpy in places, but nothings is ever perfect.

I looked out the driver's side window to a couple running and jumping into each other's arms, kissing all slobbery as if he'd just returned from war when in reality she saw him like two days ago. That, or he was away at camp this summer. And let's be real, he most definitely did not stay celibate for a month or 2 just because he was away from his girlfriend. Either way, she was overreacting and trying to put her claim on him in front of all the other girls in the parking lot.

"What a stupid thing to be doing in public, save it till you get home," I scoffed, but not loud enough for them to hear me, confrontation is not my forte. Running and hiding, now that's something I'm good at.

"You wouldn't be saying that if you had someone to smooch on a Monday morning." Dustin teased from beside you, a grin spreading across his face.

I've always found my brother's smile to be infectious, even when I was in the worst mood possible.

"Alright Dustbin, you've convinced me. This year I'll have so many boyfriends I won't have time to be cynical. Your wish is my command." I feigned a bow towards him, knowing deep down inside, that he was just as nervous as I was.

"If I'm going to be going to high school, you need to stop calling me Dustbin. It was cute when you were 3, but we're grown now." Dustin huffed, crossing his arms and slumping in his seat.

"I don't know, you look like a little kid to me, I mean I could mix you into a batch of newbie middle schoolers and no one would be able to tell the difference. " I felt a swat at my arm, which further instigated my laughter.

From the corner of my eye, I saw a guy turn his head and look at the car, his hair falling below his shoulders. Our eyes met and he quickly turned and walked away, but it was too late.

Eddie Munson had just caught me laughing like a maniac with my brother.

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After a lot of self encouragement, and a bit of teasing from Dustin, I finally worked up the courage to get out of the car and start walking to the school doors, pleading with myself to turn around once or twice. Somehow I made it to my homeroom and my desk without knowing how, as if my feet had grown tired of the back and forth, the will she won't she, and just decided to move on their own.

Sitting down at the furthest corner of the room, I pulled my white knitted sweater around my arms, carefully listening to my favourite teacher in the whole school."

"Alright students," Ms Collins called out, I'm passing around your timetables now. I'd just like to remind everyone-"

"Sorry I'm late, hellfire club duties and all that, I would say it won't happen again but we both know you don't like liars, Ms C."

"Mr Munson please find your way to an available seat. There's one beside Ms Henderson."

Fuck.

"As I was saying, students will not be allowed to switch classes this semester." Light groans presented themselves around the classroom, and I wanted to join them when I saw my timetable,

Homeroom

Period 1: Biology

Period 2: English

Period 3: History

Period 4: Spanish

Lunch

Period 5: Math

Period 6: Music

Period 7: Chemistry

Period 8: Economics

"Who makes a person cut open a frog first thing in the morning?" I whispered to myself.

"I know right, there has to be some sort of law against it or something, it's disgusting," the deep voice from beside me whispered back. I couldn't move, I could barely breathe. I could feel his body heat beside me. 

Why did this have to be a two-person desk?

I've always found it difficult to talk to people, but I've found it especially difficult to talk to him ever since he was in the middle school talent show. Past friends have said it was a crush but I knew that wasn't true. Crushes were only for hopeless romantics and kids.

I hate myself for it, I don't want to seem like all those people who called him a freak.

But ever since Dad left I told myself I never wanted to get close to anyone, yet here I was, sitting thinking about the time I sat in the wings and watched him play with his band. His hair was really short then and he was skinny. Mom said he was all elbows with the way he was holding his guitar. But that didn't matter to me. Just to see him so involved in the music, it was almost like he'd forgotten everyone else could see him.

I swore that after I went out on the stage, played the piano and sang Hello, Hello by Elton John, I'd go backstage and talk to him. However, I was barely 5 words in when my vision went blurry and I was suddenly running off the stage. I remember running to a classroom-turned dressing room and curling up into a ball, completely and utterly embarrassed. I decided from then on that I wasn't going to speak to Eddie ever, I took it as a sign that I wasn't supposed to. So when he talked to me in homeroom, I felt my lips had been sewn shut and that I was rooted to my seat.

Once the bell rang, I jumped from my seat and practically sprinted out the door on my way to Biology, only realising along the way that Eddie might be in my class. I didn't see his timetable, but he agreed with me about biology, so there's always the possibility.

I sat down at the back of the biology class, tying my dark red hair into a ponytail when a girl sat down beside me. I was right about Eddie being in this class, but he sat in front of me with Steve Harrington, so it wasn't so bad. At least he couldn't directly see me unless he fully turned around, and he had no reason to do that.

The girl nudged me with her arm I turned to look at her as she gave a short, small wave.

"I figured we should introduce ourselves because if we don't then this lab partner business is going to get weird really fast because I don't think I would be able to call you buddy or gal for the whole semester, especially considering I hate using both of those words." She rambled on.

I usually don't make friends with people who could talk for hours, but something about this girl was different. Instead of freaking me out, her rambling made me want to chuckle along with her.

"Oh, you're laughing, thank god because I thought you were going to be one of those people who is all work and no talk and that would get irritating really fast." All you could do was smile back.

"I'm Robin by the way! Robin Buckley," She smiled gleefully.

"Y/n Henderson, a pleasure to meet you, Robin," I said back, returning her small wave from earlier.

"Wait, are you Dustin's sister?" Suddenly Steve Harrington was a part of this conversation, pulling me from the happy little bubble Robin had formed around our Biology desk.

I could see Eddie's head turn slightly and all I could manage was an "Uh hmmm" before Mr Wright came in and Robin told Steve to shut up and turn around.

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The day flew by, Robin invited me to sit with her at lunch, and although I would've loved to, my special place was calling to me.

Pushing throw a creaky old door near the end of the school, I made my way into the library. Sliding past the textbook section I found myself perusing the fiction aisle, looking for something to get lost in for an hour.

The smell of the old musty pages was like a personal high, and curling up in a beanbag in the far corner of the room was heavenly. I could relax. I'd missed it all summer, you couldn't relax in the public library during the summer, it doubled up as an arts and crafts centre for kids.

I was in the middle of reading something about a girl caught in a war between the underworld and the real world when the bell rang to signal lunch was over. Grabbing my stuff, I rushed out of the library and into someone, sending me backwards, my glasses flying from the top of my head, the price I pay for not putting them back on correctly.

"Oh, shit are you ok?"

No. No No No NO NO NO. This was not happening. I am not running into this man for the third time today.

Eddie bent down to get my glasses while I fumbled to put my books back in my bag, not daring to look him in the eye in case he could see right through me. His friends from Hellfire were there, snickering not so quietly to themselves.

As he handed them to me, I mumbled a "Thanks", before jumping to my feet despite his offer to help me up, and practically running down the hall as I heard the late bell ring. I had Mrs Mayer for Math and she doesn't take kindly to latecomers. I reached my desk before she got to the room, breathing out a sigh of relief as I slumped down in a chair in the back.

The rest of the school day went by in a blur, and before I knew it the bell rang to signal the end of the day. I rushed to my locker to grab the books that I'd need when Dustin and Mike walked up to me.

"You want a lift home, Mike?" I asked, already knowing what the answer would be.

"Thanks, Y/n! Nancy's working after school with the school newspaper." Mike beamed at me.

"Y'know, there used to be a time when you smiled up at me, nowadays I have to crane my neck just to look at you. It's weird. Stop." I said, the three of us walking out to the car that sat like a glowing yellow sun at the back of the car park.

Even my car has to sit in the back.

"I can't help it, it's puberty or something," Mike laughed back.

"Yeah, well next time you feel like taking a growth spurt, let Dustbin do it instead, poor kid is tiny," I chuckled, feeling a sharp nudge in my side.

"I'll get you for that." Dustin retorted, playfully scowling at me.

Clambering into the car, I began to reverse out of my spot when I saw him about to get in his van, he raised a hand and gave a small wave. My knuckles went white from gripping the steering wheel, and instead of waving back, I drove out of the car park and didn't check the rearview until I was sure he wouldn't be in it.

It's just one year, and then it's over, I told myself mentally

"Oh was that Eddie? I was going to tell you, we joined Hellfire club, We might even become friends with him." Dustin cheerfully said.

Just one year.

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[caxycreations]

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:D

In refernece to THIS ask game by @mikathewriter

🍌 What weather makes you feel the most inspired?

Rain! I adore rain and thunderstorms especially. Something so soothing about the rumbling sky and the shadowed clouds rolling overhead while the world around me is blanketed in soft rainfall.

🍑 Would you get along well with your first ever OC? (If they didn't know you had created them, just really in a scenario where you could befriend them)

Oh HELL no. My very first ever OC was Alan Rourke, a post-apocalyptic adventurer on a ruined Earth, and he was one MESSED UP man. Trust issues, shot anything that moved that wasn't his dog, had NEGATIVE amounts of faith in humanity, man was the most damaged goods out there, and "getting along" wasn't an option haha.

🍓 What is something you swore you would never, ever do/watch/read/write, but have now done it?

Slice of Life XD

I used to hate slice of life stuff, it was just...so boring. I always thought "if I wanted a story about going grocery shopping, I would go grocery shopping."

But now, I've written it and it's honestly one of my favorite things. Seeing people just...be people, live, coexist. I adore it.

[oryoucouldhavemine]

[ask] Any advice for people thinking to write their first TOH fic?

for me for any fic, i study the characters (specifically the ones ill be writing for such as hunter or luz) speaking patterns and behaviours. Like Luz and Hunter are restless, though for Luz it's her ADHD and for Hunter it's a survival instinct.

Also im gonna be honest i did not bother trying to learn the magic system, if i ever need to write someone fighting or using their powers, i'll glance at their wiki or look up a scene where they fight (but i have at this point memorised some of their power, like hunter's is obvious he can short distance teleport, do quick changes and stuff. Gus cna detetct when other illusionists are using illusions, use glamour to cover himself and other stuff with illusions, that one spell where he makes people relive their trauma) but no one who's reading your fic is going to judge your magic writing (unless it's like "Alador made a plant grow" lol)

The locations of the Boiling Isles are all named after body parts, but some places do have specific names, like Bonesbourough, Latissa and such.

refernece canon as much as possible! Even if you;re writing a no magic au, or a post canon au, it's good to reference and see how characters have grown (esp characters like Amity who changed a lot), how the story changed from start to end and so on.

But have fun, no one is going to bite your head off if you get a small thing wrong and it's fanfiction! The whole point is it's NOT canon!!!

[ellesliterarycorner]

Tips for Underwriters

Last week we talked about overwriters, but now let’s talk about tips for all the underwriters out there. I didn’t mention this in my overwriting post, but whether you’re an overwriter or an underwriter, I definitely would not worry about it until later drafts! As I say all the time, the first draft is a messy, word-vomit baby, so don’t worry about a lot of the problems associated with overwriting or underwriting until your second or even third draft! It’s completely normal to underwrite a first draft, and a lot of times, underwriting your first draft will make it way easier for you in the long run! Laying down the skeleton of the story without a ton of description or other things is a completely legitimate way to go about it! But, once you get onto those later drafts, here are a few tips if you feel like you’re underwriting or your story is lacking! 

First off, I really recommend going through and asking yourself these ten questions for all of your scenes! If you answer all of these questions thoroughly, chances are you won’t be underwriting!

Where is this scene taking place? 

What does this place look and feel like? 

How much time has passed since the last scene? 

What is your character feeling right now?

What is your character’s reaction?

What is the natural, believable way your character should be reacting? 

What is the point of this scene?

What is your protagonist’s goal for the scene?

Where’s the conflict? 

Where’s your opening hook and strong ending sentence? 

These questions are a great place to get started making sure you provide depth for your readers!

But Does The Reader Know??? 

This is one of my biggest problems with a lot of books I have been reading lately. The writer will namedrop something that is clearly important in world, but does not explain it at all. They feel extremely underwritten because the writer assumes the reader has all of this background knowledge that they simply don’t have. I think a lot of it has to do with so many books being written like fanfiction. I’m not saying that in the sense that fanfic is poorly written, but in fanfiction there’s an understanding that the reader already has a decent understanding of the backstory they’re getting into. Anyways I digress into a completely different topic, but not explaining things properly is a problem that a lot of underwriters have. As writers, we sometimes forget that even though we have all of this information inside of our heads, the reader only knows what we tell them, so we have to make sure to give them a solid understanding the world and the characters. I also think that so many writers are scared of info-dumping that they just don’t explain things at all, but if you feel like you’re underwriting, go back and look through your story to make sure anything that needs explaining is explained!

Don’t Forget Internal Conflict!

Despite being my favorite conflict, I feel like internal conflict often gets left behind in a lot of stories. Most characters have one big external problem that they spend the whole story trying to solve, and while that big problem is absolutely necessary to the story, but if there’s only one problem in your story, you might find yourself more prone to having an underwritten story. How does this big problem affect your character internally? Are they super stressed out about it? Does solving the problem compromise their moral code? Do they have to forsake a core value in order to ensure their survival and the survival of their family? There are so many ways for your character to struggle with the main problem that ups the stakes of your story, adds conflict and character development, and can help up the word count as well! If you’re struggling and want a book with well-written internal conflict, see my favorite example the Hunger Games. It doesn’t get better than that!

All Go and No Show

Despite being a chronic overwriter, this is actually a problem that I struggle with as well. I think it’s because I write scenes out of order, and I tend to write all of the exciting scenes first because as a reader and a writer, I really like to jump right in and keep it moving to the last page. I used to get kind of annoyed when I stubble across what I consider a “filler” chapter where it feels like the characters are just sitting around and doing absolutely nothing. However, those less exciting bits are just as important often because they feature the internal conflict and character development mentioned above. If you’re only featuring the exciting parts of your story, it can definitely contribute to underwriting. It can also lead to another side-effect of underwriting: not having as well-rounded and fleshed out characters. Every time some big action thing happens in your story, you probably should include your MC’s reaction to it. How your characters react to things is important to them as a character and to your story overall. Now, am I saying that you need to write a 4,000 word chapter on every single detail of your characters’ feelings? No I am not, but if your MC gets hurt or betrayed or has a friend died, and then the next scene time has passed and they’re absolutely fine, it’s bad underwriting and unrealistic!

[cccrhirdb1]

week 5 self-directed

something STUPID has happened!!!!!!!

so the webpage for my chosen artwork (mountain jade) has deleted the original page !!!!! (WHAT THE ABSOLUTE HELL)

after asking holly and also my mentor on studiosity about how I should refernece this I decided to just add a note about how they could be messed up both here and in my actual writing because I am so concerned that it will not work and you will never find where i got my info from.

so i have contacted both the company and also used the way back machine to extract the info and hopefully i will get the original image off of the company too!! weird as but I am super pleased about it!!

way back machine link

original mountain jade link (this use to link to what the way back machine link now links to) takes a couple of reloads to get through

https://www.mountainjade.co.nz/404

here is my emailing with the people !!! to get the original image - i dont quite know how I will reference it though kind of super confused

our email exchange!! (I got a response from mountain jade almost immediately after sending them a message which is pretty cool)

[yusuke-of-valla]

Ok TMS2 AU things I discussed with @ravenoftheskyes

Alear was Lumera’s mirage like years ago but then something happened and to save Alear Lumera turned them into an Utaloid to passively absorb Performa and maybe come back to life and OOPS it worked too well and now Alear can physically run around in the real world except she has no memories and very little frame of refernece for what modern Tokyo is like

Also Lumera disappears after like five seconds so you know Alear is stressed. Itsuki and Touma adopt her and enroll her in school so she can try normal stuff?

Luckily most people assume she’s just like a massive nerd for the Utaloid Alear and dyed her hair to match so it’s fine

Alfred/Sigurd and Diamant/Roy are the first two party members and also in Alear’s class (they are all third years)

Someone asks if Alear’s an Utaloid fan and Alear panics and says she writes music while Diamant facepalms in the background

The teachers quickly notice that Alear has like issues (as far as they know she moved in with her cousin after her mother suffered an accident so assume it’s like. Trauma and being from the country) so they send her to chat with the school counselor, Lindon

This is where she meets Alcryst for the first time because fun fact the teachers at this school don’t suck and are concerned for their students well being and Alcryst’s constant self-falgafion is concerning

Also Alear does not go by Alear at school they use “Arisu Aoi” and cover up the red eye with their hair and it works because LBR why would you think “oh this kid with green hair in pigtails is clearly Hatsune Miku turned into a real person”

Not all the playable characters get Mirages because I don’t hate myself so the official party members are everyone who starts with an Emblem plus Alfred/Sigurd and Anna/Leif because Anna is funny and I love her

Everyone else shows up in side quests and whatnot

The Four Hounds run a food truck and Chloé is their biggest fan

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[elagrume]

My plan

“Whenever young actors now say to me ‘what advice do you give me? You know I’m thinking of becoming, training, I want to become an actor’. I say forget about acting. And I really mean it about it at this point in time, because whatever you do as an actor is cumulative. It’s about your ideas. So I say, go to art galleries, go to museums, listen to music, know what’s happening on the news, in the world, and form opinions, develop your taste in judgements. And when you get a quality piece of writing in front of you, your imagination, which you’ve nurtured, will have something to bounce off of.” Alan Rickman

“I wanted to live, love, develop myself artistically, become a new being: but especially free.” Romy Schneider

What to I want to do?

-I have brought my camescope and my Jazz 902 film camera from home: go out and explore and shoot. Keep up the sketch book.

-go to expos: I have been to KNITWEAR: Chanel to Westwood at the Dovecot Studios, and planning on Glean: Early 20th centry women filmmakers and photographers in Scotland in November. But I want to go and look into other fields. I miss having divers art galleries at my disposal like in Paris. What's in Edinburgh is not what I'm looking for.

-read books on film that feed my curiosity in the fields that I'm most interested in: recently purchased a copy of Cinematography: theory and practice, I want to look into directing a whole lot more and writing. The screenplay lecturer suggested to read books by alexander mackendrick on filmmaking to write characters, which I will do.

-get a cinema subscription to go out and see more of what is being made rather than only what has been made. Having said that, I give myself the objective of at least watching two new films in a week. Why at least two? So as to eat with pleasure and digest a film properly, rather than stuff myself with lots of films for the sake of having lots of referneces as a film student. In addition, I believe that if I start with two, I will gradualy pick up he habit of watching films actively, and two will become three, and three will become more.

-I want to look at cultivating myself in other than art and film. I want to understand italian, british, an french politics. I can only vote in Italy so I need to know what I'm getting into, particularly with the most recent elections. I live in the UK and I'm british, and looks like things are getting interesting on this side of the Channel too. And I grew up in France.

The world feeds my work, and my work feeds my art.

Recents watches: Danish Girl by Tom Hooper, BPM by Robin Campillo, Ammonite by Francis Lee, Crashing by George Kane, Intouchables by Eric Toledano and Olivier Nakache, Silver Linings Playbook by David O. Russell, I, Tonya by Craig Gillespie