my friend made me read This Woven Kingdom because the MC has the same name as me lol but what's getting me is how all the books are released around my birthday, with the third book being on my birthday
I love F being so empathetic, and understanding things no one else does. Like F is the only one who understood that MC joining an already established team was difficult
Apparently a lot of people get dialogue punctuation wrong despite having an otherwise solid grasp of grammar, possibly because they’re used to writing essays rather than prose. I don’t wanna be the asshole who complains about writing errors and then doesn’t offer to help, so here are the basics summarized as simply as I could manage on my phone (“dialogue tag” just refers to phrases like “he said,” “she whispered,” “they asked”):
“For most dialogue, use a comma after the sentence and don’t capitalize the next word after the quotation mark,” she said.
“But what if you’re using a question mark rather than a period?” they asked.
“When using a dialogue tag, you never capitalize the word after the quotation mark unless it’s a proper noun!” she snapped.
“When breaking up a single sentence with a dialogue tag,” she said, “use commas.”
“This is a single sentence,” she said. “Now, this is a second stand-alone sentence, so there’s no comma after ‘she said.’”
“There’s no dialogue tag after this sentence, so end it with a period rather than a comma.” She frowned, suddenly concerned that the entire post was as unasked for as it was sanctimonious.
It’s been a while since I did anything Wayhaven , so I just did a redraw of a piece I did WAY back in 2020 😂 Gosh I need to reread it again soon, I swear
Rating: Gen
Word Count: 1126
Summary: Or, the beginnings of a friendship between a disgruntled IT tech and a technophobe vampire.
note: so yh my mind went wild, and I laughed a lot writing this. Not proofread or anything, just straight up mashed potatoes hehe thank you to @hopewiseman for this brilliant gem
You chew slowly on the rice crackers you brought for your lunch break, the crunch of the delightful yet questionable human-made concoction echoing in your ears, the only sound besides the wall clock ticking. You wipe your hands on your pants to get rid of the crumbs and turn to face the tall, sorry vampire sitting across from you in front of your desk. To his credit, he looks quite apologetic, shooting you his most genuine yet sheepish smile, his hand running through his perfectly coiffed hair, his tall, lean figure struggling to fit in the small wooden chair. To his demerit, this is the fifth time this week that you have had to reset his password. He expects you to remember his password.
"I really am sorry, truly. But this blasted thing asked to see my fingers. Surely, that is not something a security system would require?" he questions, waving his hands in confusion. You swear you see him look down at his phone as if the little black box personally offended him and his bloodline. You sigh as you begin typing away on your keyboard, not looking up from your screen as you answer him.
"It asked for your fingerprint, Agent Sewell. And yes, asking to see your fingers would be creepy, which is why it didn't." You make sure he knows you do not find this amusing, not in the slightest.
"How on earth would it gain my fingerprints? It does not expect me to photograph them, surely?"
It takes all your two hundred years of sitting through formal HR seminars and training not to smack your hand to your face. You would ask how someone like him had made it to a top three team, but keep that question to yourself. You do not get paid enough for this.
"A fingerprint reader present on your screen, which, may I add, is quite glaringly obvious, prompts you to place your finger on the spot to ensure it really is you trying to access your account." You feel like offering that explanation might have just confused him more, if the uncertain frown on his face is any indication.
"That seems unwise." he cocks his head to the side, looking ridiculously mortified by the idea.
"Unless someone manages to nick off your finger and keep it on their person should they need to access confidential information, I'd argue that is the best idea there is." To you, it was fascinating what humans could come up with without possessing any magical abilities, creating paths and methods so wonderful that they had launched rockets to space. The only feat these ingenious humans had not yet accomplished, unfortunately, was how to create an emailing system fit for a technophobic vampire.
After a few more minutes of furtive typing and checking his phone, you finally manage to log him back in. You consider giving him the password "pleaserememberthistime123" but submit to your more professional side and write a password even a toddler could not mess up.
He takes the phone back with the tips of his fingers, grimacing as he gently places it into his leather pocket, and stands to his full height.
"I truly appreciate your help with my unfortunate situation, truly. If there is anything that I could do to make it up to you…"
At least he has kind manners; you will give him that. You do not respond with anything, save a curt nod and wave to shoo him off, already rueing the time you have lost in which you could have gotten home early, just in time to watch the latest episode of yet another brilliant human invention: Love Island.
You sigh and mutter to yourself, gathering the last of your things before you call it a day. Just another day at the office.
You glare at Nate from behind your desktop screen, and you really hope you look murderous, because that is how you feel. His charm and good looks might earn him a pass from the others in this department, but you are not them; therefore, you cannot let it pass. At all.
You inhale deeply through your nose, rubbing your eyes hard enough to see white spots appear in your vision.
"How have you managed, for someone who cannot even open their phone, to delete your account from all our records? Entirely."
Agent Sewell winces, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand.
"I am afraid..I honestly have no idea. As always."
"As always," you agree, resting your head against your outstretched pointer. After watching him squirm for a while, you decide to put him out of his misery and sigh dramatically.
"I will begin the process of recovering your account, even though I believe that we should have a pigeon conjured every time you are to receive or send a report," you snipe, rubbing the temples of your head.
"I..I see. Is the process, er, difficult?" he leans forward, genuinely curious, staring up at you with his big, brown eyes. Damn him. Your ire begins to recede as he nods at you encouragingly, and you roll your eyes even if the expression has no malice behind it.
"Not difficult, simply long. And the cause for my dread is not the process, but knowing that you will land in my office again sometime this week. I am excited to see what new ways you come up with," you add a smile to the end of your words, because he seems to sink a bit more into himself, which is a feat for someone so tall.
"I am not yet caught up with these…modern contraptions. I am afraid it may be because of its absence from the time I come from," he explains, smiling fully for the first time you have seen him. He has a nice smile, you notice, one that reaches his eyes and makes the corners of them crinkle.
"I am as old as you are, Agent Sewell. I'd probably reckon older. So I am afraid that is not much of an excuse."
"Excuses are not my forte, so it seems. Perhaps I can buy you lunch, to make it up to you?"
You snort at that. He'd have to buy the whole cafeteria at this rate. You hold up a hand to calm his worries and pass him his phone with the other hand.
"Try to find an occasion to offer to buy me lunch outside this office, and I will consider. "
He smiles at you again, gratitude evident on his handsome features. He dips his head in farewell, turning around and heading out your door. Someone sighs dreamily from your left, and you smirk. Maybe having him come down here is not so bad.
My name is Adham, and before the war, I lived a simple but happy life. I worked as a driver with my own car, earning an honest living by taking people where they needed to go. It wasn't a luxurious life, but it was enough. I was proud that I could provide for myself and look toward the future with hope.
Shortly before the war began, I got married. My wife and I dreamed of building a peaceful life together, but those dreams were shattered almost overnight.
The war took everything from us. Our home was destroyed, and the car that was my only source of income was lost. In a matter of days, I went from being able to support my family to having nothing.
Today, my wife and I live in a tent. Even the small piece of land where our tent stands is not free, and the landowner asks us to pay rent every month. We struggle every day to find food, clean water, and the basic necessities of life.
My name is Adham, and before the war, I lived a simple but happy life. I worked as a driver with my own car, earning an honest living by tak
As if losing everything wasn't enough, I was seriously injured during the war. A bullet struck my chest, and it still remains inside my body. I need surgery to remove it, but the operation costs far more than I could ever afford. Every day I live with pain and uncertainty, knowing that I cannot pay for the treatment I need.
I also had a fundraising campaign in the past, but unfortunately, I never received the support that was collected for me because I was deceived by the person managing the campaign. After that painful experience, I am now searching for a trustworthy person who can help me create and manage a new fundraising campaign so I can finally receive the support my family urgently needs.
I am asking for your help with humility and hope. Whether you can help by creating a fundraiser, donating, or simply sharing my story, your support could truly change our lives. Your kindness will help us cover our basic living expenses, pay the rent for the land where our tent stands, buy food and other essentials, and, most importantly, give me a chance to receive the surgery I desperately need.
From the bottom of my heart, thank you for taking the time to read my story and for standing with my family during the hardest time of our lives. Your kindness gives us hope that we are not alone.
No donation is too small. If you are unable to donate, sharing my story or helping me find someone who can safely organize a fundraising campaign would mean the world to us.
Rating: Gen
Word Count: 1126
Summary: Or, the beginnings of a friendship between a disgruntled IT tech and a technophobe vampire.
note: so yh my mind went wild, and I laughed a lot writing this. Not proofread or anything, just straight up mashed potatoes hehe thank you to @hopewiseman for this brilliant gem
You chew slowly on the rice crackers you brought for your lunch break, the crunch of the delightful yet questionable human-made concoction echoing in your ears, the only sound besides the wall clock ticking. You wipe your hands on your pants to get rid of the crumbs and turn to face the tall, sorry vampire sitting across from you in front of your desk. To his credit, he looks quite apologetic, shooting you his most genuine yet sheepish smile, his hand running through his perfectly coiffed hair, his tall, lean figure struggling to fit in the small wooden chair. To his demerit, this is the fifth time this week that you have had to reset his password. He expects you to remember his password.
"I really am sorry, truly. But this blasted thing asked to see my fingers. Surely, that is not something a security system would require?" he questions, waving his hands in confusion. You swear you see him look down at his phone as if the little black box personally offended him and his bloodline. You sigh as you begin typing away on your keyboard, not looking up from your screen as you answer him.
"It asked for your fingerprint, Agent Sewell. And yes, asking to see your fingers would be creepy, which is why it didn't." You make sure he knows you do not find this amusing, not in the slightest.
"How on earth would it gain my fingerprints? It does not expect me to photograph them, surely?"
It takes all your two hundred years of sitting through formal HR seminars and training not to smack your hand to your face. You would ask how someone like him had made it to a top three team, but keep that question to yourself. You do not get paid enough for this.
"A fingerprint reader present on your screen, which, may I add, is quite glaringly obvious, prompts you to place your finger on the spot to ensure it really is you trying to access your account." You feel like offering that explanation might have just confused him more, if the uncertain frown on his face is any indication.
"That seems unwise." he cocks his head to the side, looking ridiculously mortified by the idea.
"Unless someone manages to nick off your finger and keep it on their person should they need to access confidential information, I'd argue that is the best idea there is." To you, it was fascinating what humans could come up with without possessing any magical abilities, creating paths and methods so wonderful that they had launched rockets to space. The only feat these ingenious humans had not yet accomplished, unfortunately, was how to create an emailing system fit for a technophobic vampire.
After a few more minutes of furtive typing and checking his phone, you finally manage to log him back in. You consider giving him the password "pleaserememberthistime123" but submit to your more professional side and write a password even a toddler could not mess up.
He takes the phone back with the tips of his fingers, grimacing as he gently places it into his leather pocket, and stands to his full height.
"I truly appreciate your help with my unfortunate situation, truly. If there is anything that I could do to make it up to you…"
At least he has kind manners; you will give him that. You do not respond with anything, save a curt nod and wave to shoo him off, already rueing the time you have lost in which you could have gotten home early, just in time to watch the latest episode of yet another brilliant human invention: Love Island.
You sigh and mutter to yourself, gathering the last of your things before you call it a day. Just another day at the office.
You glare at Nate from behind your desktop screen, and you really hope you look murderous, because that is how you feel. His charm and good looks might earn him a pass from the others in this department, but you are not them; therefore, you cannot let it pass. At all.
You inhale deeply through your nose, rubbing your eyes hard enough to see white spots appear in your vision.
"How have you managed, for someone who cannot even open their phone, to delete your account from all our records? Entirely."
Agent Sewell winces, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand.
"I am afraid..I honestly have no idea. As always."
"As always," you agree, resting your head against your outstretched pointer. After watching him squirm for a while, you decide to put him out of his misery and sigh dramatically.
"I will begin the process of recovering your account, even though I believe that we should have a pigeon conjured every time you are to receive or send a report," you snipe, rubbing the temples of your head.
"I..I see. Is the process, er, difficult?" he leans forward, genuinely curious, staring up at you with his big, brown eyes. Damn him. Your ire begins to recede as he nods at you encouragingly, and you roll your eyes even if the expression has no malice behind it.
"Not difficult, simply long. And the cause for my dread is not the process, but knowing that you will land in my office again sometime this week. I am excited to see what new ways you come up with," you add a smile to the end of your words, because he seems to sink a bit more into himself, which is a feat for someone so tall.
"I am not yet caught up with these…modern contraptions. I am afraid it may be because of its absence from the time I come from," he explains, smiling fully for the first time you have seen him. He has a nice smile, you notice, one that reaches his eyes and makes the corners of them crinkle.
"I am as old as you are, Agent Sewell. I'd probably reckon older. So I am afraid that is not much of an excuse."
"Excuses are not my forte, so it seems. Perhaps I can buy you lunch, to make it up to you?"
You snort at that. He'd have to buy the whole cafeteria at this rate. You hold up a hand to calm his worries and pass him his phone with the other hand.
"Try to find an occasion to offer to buy me lunch outside this office, and I will consider. "
He smiles at you again, gratitude evident on his handsome features. He dips his head in farewell, turning around and heading out your door. Someone sighs dreamily from your left, and you smirk. Maybe having him come down here is not so bad.
underpaid agency staff character addition. it person whose job is almost solely to reset n sewell's passwords when they get locked out of their account
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