me to myself: write.
my brain: here are 10 ideas
me: cool! Write the story ?
brain: no write just idea!!!

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me to myself: write.
my brain: here are 10 ideas
me: cool! Write the story ?
brain: no write just idea!!!
75% of writing is convincing yourself that your story is worth it
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Re-Awakening
âJay.â
Turning at the sound of his name, the blind individual tilted his head, trying to pinpoint the voice. âYeah?â he asked, voice soft but carrying in the small room. ââŚWhatâs up?âhe asked, hands twitching together nervously.
âWhatâs the first thing you remember? LikeâŚâ here the voice faltered and Jay felt his eyebrows pinch together in an upward slant. âAs far back as your memory goes, I guess is what Iâm asking.â
âOh,â Jay said realization dawning as he cleared his throat. âThat would beâŚWhen I first woke up in thatâŚI think it was a witch shop? But yeahâŚI canât remember anything beforehand. Why?â he asked, a tendril of fear creeping into his voice. âWhatâs up?â
A soft sound met his ears, fabric shifting? And then a hand was in his hair pulling at the knot that held his bandage in place. Jays breath hitched and he pulled away from the grip, shoulders pulling in towards his ears. âWhat are you doing?â he asked, voice sharp despite the burning in his cheeks.
Silence, and then the figure he still could not yet name moved until Jay felt he was kneeling before him. âI haveâŚa gift, for you. But in order to give it to you, I need to take off the blindfoldâŚJay, please,â and the pain from those last two words told Jay exactly who it was and he gave a bitter smile.
âMisakiâŚWhat could you possibly see in me?â Silence meet his question, and then the warmth in front of him was gone and he was alone again.
SedAiden
A lilttle nsfw short with Sedalia and Aiden owo
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Reunited
Emi stared at the group before Umi, her mind blank as the image of the four burned into her mind.
Xander.
Claudia.
And two childrenâŚone if which brought forth memories of the one she gave away. Could it really be hers? She couldnât stay in the shadows, but she dare not step forward in case she wasnât wanted. Arms beginning to shake, she sank into the shadows and rushed to Umi and Nateâs room, emerging with her chest heaving from the rush of fear she felt.
Why were they here? She hadnât seen them for close to 18 yearsâŚunless-
The door opening had Emi spinning to face it, a knife in hand in case it was an attacker. Instead she saw a startled Nate and glaring Umi.
âGo to them and meet your daughter.â She commanded, expression softening just so as she adjusted her grip on her youngest, Amibel. âSheâs here to meet your after all,â the queen whispered, green eyes staring into Emiâs before she nodded and sank into the shadows once more.
When Emi emerged it was just outside the entrance to one of the gardens, soft voices reaching her ear as she stilled.
âDad, are you sure she lives here?â A young womanâs voice. âIt doesnât seem like somewhere a ninja would live,â
âIâm sure Pluto,â Xander. âYour mother is very dedicated to the safety of queen Umi after all. Isnât that right, Miss Emi?â
Chilled at being called out to, Emi swallowed before stepping around the corner and into view, gaze lowered as she listened to their reactions. âWhy are you here, sir Xander?â she asked, not daring to look up despite feeling the air move as the young woman stepped towards her. Instead she glanced at Xander with a scowl hidden beneath her mask.
The mob boss simply smiled and held out a hand to the young horned woman. âFor our daughter to meet you, of course.â he said voice smooth as silk and causing Emiâs hair to stand on end.
It took precisely thirty one and a half seconds for Emi to calm down enough to respond, but when she did it was to speak to her daughter. Her little PlutoâŚ
That night she slipped into Xanderâs room, announcing her presence to him and Claudia with a short cough. âThank you, for letting me see herâŚAnd for taking care of her all these years as well. I-I owe you much for this.â she said, mouth and neck exposed as she trained her sight on the wall to her right, hoping they did not comment on her lowered face mask.
âStay the night? Emi?â Claudia asked, tone gentle as she held a hand out in invitation. Emi looked between her and Xander, obviously torn on what to say and do.
Just as she opened her mouth to politely decline, Xander smirked and inclined his head. âCome now Emi, didnât you miss us?â
And just like that her crumbling resolve broke and she accepted Claudiaâs hand, kissing the meat of her palm as she felt Xander wrap an arm around her waist. âYou know I did,â she whispered, her guard low as she allowed herself to be lost in the moment and enjoy herself.
A Lolirock RWBY!au where Talia is Weiss
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Thatâs all I got
I guess this makes Izira Winter. Wait....that...that actually sounds really good.
How to make a story better: add dragons
How to make it even better: Add dragons you donât have to kill.
Youâre promoted
Best Idea, make the dragon the protagonist.
The prodragonist
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Always add dragons
Hrm...
I want a little witch academia soul eater au :/
LikeâŚI even have the three trios meister/weapon dynamic figured outâŚ
And a semi plotâŚ.
*Sighs*
Miester/weapon dynamics as follows
-Akko/Amanda -Lotte/Sucy -Jasminka(?)/Constanze -Diana/Hannah+Barbara
Fanfiction isnât written for you, itâs shared with you.
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Everyone needs to remember this - writers as well. Itâs okay to just write whatever you actually like and not write what people want you to.
how to trick writers into giving you more fanfic to read
Works for comics and art as well.
âŚthis has the opposite effect.
instead try; I love you *generic keysmash* h OW DA RE *lavish praise* *inside fandom joke* *quote fave part* *more generic keysmashing*
you. i like you
Also, the favorites: 1) DID I SAY YOU COULD HURT ME LIKE THIS?!?;?!; 2) DONT HURT MY BABY WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS 3) why must you hurt me this way 4) WHY IS THIS A CLIFFHANGER?! WHAT HAPPENS NEXT I NEED TO KNOW 5) This made me cry/squeal/giggle/wake the dead with my laughter 6) I almost woke my family laughing at ___ part 7) I DIDNT KNOW I NEEDED THIS AU UNTIL YOU POSTED THIS 8) this is so cute Iâm dying 9) and (writerâs name) strikes again! 10) I had to reread this bc itâs so good and I love it 11) I wish I could like/heart/kudos this more than once Like, seriously guys, freak out with us and youâll have us wrapped around your little fingers.
This is so true! A lot of the time, I get stuck in a writerâs hole. But whenever I get a comment like the above ones, it makes me want to write more!
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Scales and Fangs, Ch. 16
A derisive laugh left Arthur, the force of it so strong it forced his head back. âA lie to keep the damned succubus from learning the truth!â he said, voice high and growing in volume with every passing word. âMatthew does not care if I use magic to help someone heal or not, because he knows I cannot use healing spells on another unless I feel a connection to them!â Arthur ended with a scream, his teeth barred and breathing harsh in his throat.
Alfred flinched at the amount of anger in Arthurâs face, his wings flaring out slowly in hopes of seeming more intimidating. âArthur,â he whispered, a clawed hand coming out to rest on one of the tense shoulders before him.
Only for Arthur to slap it away with a hiss. âOh please! Youâre probably ecstatic! I just admitted feeling something for you, your mindâs probably already thinking of ways to coerce me into being your ma-â
âI would never do that to you!â Alfred yelled out, voice surprisingly gentle despite his volume. Seeing Arthur finch away from him he shifted his hold of Arthurâs hand, gripping firmly enough where heâd have some resistance but Alfred would ultimately let him go. âArthur, you have to believe that I would never do that to you. Ever,â he said with a shake of his head, eyes imploring Arthur to at least try to believe him.
Arthurâs wide eyes stared into Alfredâs before he looked away, jaw tight and gaze hooded. âPlease, just-just leave.â
Blue eyes still misted over, Alfred let go of Arthur, lower lip trembling as he glanced over to the floor before back to Arthur. âWould thatâŚ.Would that make you happy? Me leaving?â
âI donât know!â Arthur yelled, hands waving desperately despite his arms staying close to his chest. âI donât even know why youâre even interested! Why do you care so much when you hardly know anything about who I really am!? What in blazes even caught your eye to begin with!?â he continued, voice becoming more pained as he ranted on. âI blend in to my surroundings. My only âfriendâ not only lives in water, he only talks to me out of misplaced guilt! The only thing-The only reason you could possibly have found me is if Iâd used a spell to call you! And since thereâs only one spell that could possibly do so and I doubt-â Arthur cut himself off, eyes growing wide as something in his mind, something nearly impossible, clocked into place.
âArthur?â Alfred asked, soft concern coloring his words as he leaned closer while letting him go. âWhatâŚWhat spell would have-would have called me?â
A Dangerous Gift, Ch. 5
Thursday morning, Talia woke with a nagging feeling in the back of her head, it wasnât until after breakfast and the girls starting talking about their plans for the day that she recalled the promise she made to Milo..and the lack of a time they were supposed to meet up.
Cursing herself internally, she pinched the bridge if her nose and told Iris and Auriana that she was going to spend the day alone to try and work on some songs and would probably be out for most of the day. Both girls got a sly look on their eyes and insisted she take a picnic for whenever she got hungry whichâŚshe couldnât really complain about.
So after packing up some food and a thermos of her favorite earth tea she slung her purse over one shoulder and her guitar case across the other. âIâll probably be back for dinner, but Iâll call you in case something comes up.â she said with a wave over her shoulder at the girls and Amaru, amused smile on her face as they excitedly waved back and closed the door behind her. They were going to ask so many questions when she got back. Breathing out a sigh she made her way to the clearing sheâd meet Milo in, somewhat hoping she wasnât the only one arriving so early but also hoping that she was so it couldnât be taken as a-and here she wrinkled her nose at the thought-date.
When she arrived Milo was already stretched out across the grass, his eyes closed and blond hair obviously ruffled every which way to the point Talia had to bite her lip to hold back a laugh. Once she composed herself, she set her guitar case and the picnic basket down before sitting next to Milo. âI hope I didnât make you wait long,â she said, not even bothering to hold back a laugh as he jolted upright with a startled sound and mumbled gibberishâŚat least she hoped it was gibberish.
âTalia!â he said, green eyes now wide as he tried to smooth down his hair. âI-uh, d-didnât expect you to be here so early!â he said, voice a fake cheery that had the Xerin raise an eyebrow. She could feel his nervousness grow at the action and simply shook her head to try and dispell it.
âWell, since we never said a time to meet up, I figured getting here early would be better than us missing each other.â she explained, her arms moving to wrap around her knees as she rested her chin on them. âWhen did you get here by the way? Do you live close by?â she asked, genuinely curious as to how he got here before her.
âOh, I actually couldnât-â another wave of nervousness. â-couldnât sleep so I wentâŚwent for a walk! Yes, and I guess I justâŚended up here?â He finished, sheepish smile on his face as he scratched the back of his head. âIâŚhavenât been able to sleep well for a while actually,â he murmured, eyes downcast as he shrugged in a âwhat-can-you-doâ manner.
Talia hummed, mostly to herself as she looked out at the treeline and took in the clearing as it was in the morning. She could still pick up on Miloâs nervousness, but after awhile it gentled and calmed into what she could only describe as contentment. Feeling her own restlessness bringing to grow she pulled over her guitar case and popped the lid open, pulling her instrument free and beginning to tune it.
âWhat kind of songs do you pay? Aside from your band ones I mean,â Milo asked, head tilted in an oddly endearing manner.
Turning back to tuning her instrument, Talia smiled softly to herself. âWellâŚI think I remember an old lullaby my sister used to sing to me whenever I had a nightmare.â Instrument fully tuned she set it across her lap as she looked up towards the sky. âI also think I could play one of the traditional celebratory dance songs if I had the right sett-â
âCould I hear? You play one I mean, you donât have to sing if your donât want to, but if you do thatâs fine! I think you have a great voice and-â
Every passing moment he spoke she felt his nervousness grow and as it became closer to panic, she picked her guitar up and strummed a chord, cutting through his words as she sent him a small, unsure smile. âI donât mind,â she said, the white lie passing her lips easily as her eyebrows pinched. Looking down at her guitar she ran through a few practice chords, trying to find which ones made the right sound to match her memory. Eventually she found one that seemed to work and sent another, this time shyer smile to Milo before she began strumming the melody that always calmed her as a child.
As Milo listened he felt his eyelids drift closed, the calming melody sweeping over him and unwinding the pent up stress in his shoulders. âItâs beautiful,â he whispered, voice almost too soft to hear. After several moments of music, he felt warmth bubble up in his chest and couldnât resist trying to sing, his mind a calm haze as he let his lips part.
Sometimes itâs really lonely being an author. Because when youâre writing, youâre doing it alone, and thereâs no one there to gush over silly feelings with you.
And I suppose thatâs why reader comments are important to authors. Itâs not about the compliments. Itâs that weâve been alone with our thoughts this whole time. Itâs an awesome feeling when a friend shows up to share them with you.
Do you crave positive attention, but donât want to wear pants or leave the house? Ask your doctor if Writing Fanfiction (tm) is right for you!
Side effects may include:Â
Making friends all over the world and coming to terms with the fact that you might only meet half of them, ever, if youâre lucky
Occasional-to-frequent sleep-deprivation because the words finally started flowing two hours after you were supposed to be asleep
Getting into arguments with strangers about which fictional characters should kiss
Realizing you are working through your own feelings about events from your own life by imagining your favorite fictional characters going through the same things
Researching the sorts of things that make you worry youâll end up on an FBI watchlistÂ
Watching pornography only to help yourself visualize specific positions/acts
Crying
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