Okay, so remember when I said Iām writing another part forĀ āI Wish I could Live More than One Lifetimeā? yeah, I actually have planed out the whole plot, how the reader came to be, the twists and turns, how many chapters I think it should have, everything! I even wrote every chapterās title so I wonāt forget what would happen within that chapter, I had it all planed out, Iām polishing chapter 1 and 2 and then gone. I accidentally dropped my phone to water and it broke, lost all the data I have, I donāt have backups. It never occurred to me that such accident would happen to me considering how I take good care of it. But anyways, Iām rewriting it, Iām also changing some things for the plot which I think would be better than the initial plot, but I wouldnāt stray far away from it. I promise!Ā
I also need to re-watchĀ āCursedā so I could give justice to the characters when I wrote them because right now? I canāt differentiate Geralt of Rivia from The Weeping Monk, Iām sorry š.
Gosh, I am sorry I just got wrapped around this Kaz Brekker...thingāwhat can I say? I have a thing for emotionally unavailable and broken men with traumatic past and morally grey character. I even bought (or placed an order for...) the books even if I'm so fucking broke so I could learn more about them. The story and the world just fascinates me and I honestly couldn't wrap my head around the fact that people could do that with their imaginations. That just inspire my creative juices, honestly. Would love to write some for them but I'm afraid I'm not gonna be able give their characters justice. But aaaaaah!!!! the temptation to write something for them (specially the crows) is just....ajzhhs
I even felt the need to shoutāin my head, for Inej and Kaz to kiss, please note that I didn't know about his touch aversion at that time and thought he's just a germaphobe, which is actually bad enough as it is. But damn, those looks between them I could not resist. šš
I do not know, honestly. I haven't even read the book yet, I just watched the series and researched everything about the characters without reading the parts I know would spoil the story for me, except, EXCEPT I really tried, I really do but I got spoiled (by my own curiousity) about Matthias' [redacted] when I read his profile (though I'm not entirely sure how that happened). I haven't started reading yet but my heart is already broken. Okay, now I'm just rambling. Bye š
You know how artists will sometimes just throw up a half done piece and be like "Hey I got lazy and didn't wanna finish it but here's what I have anyway, enjoy!"
Why can't us writers do that?
Because like I'm gonna be real I have SO MANY wips that are just really good scenes/chapters but I just don't have the mental energy or sometimes even the plot to finish it. But because writers HAVE to post finished pieces, it just sits in my folder forever for me to look back on and sigh about because I know SOMEONE would like it, but I also know I'm never gonna finish it and I don't want people to get their hopes up or be upset.
But like man sometimes I get bummed that I can't just do that, because half-done writing wouldn't get the same reaction half-done art does, and it would basically end up being the same as just leaving it my drafts in the first place.
I might need a little more time on the first chapter, I don't even know if I should make it a prologue but I have already and currently adding more to the sneak peek, just need to think hard how I would build the story from there, also because when I started writing it, I haven't thought much about the plot so there's that. But I am working on it.
The sunsets here were made up of all sorts of lilac and chartreuse and teal, and it would have been beautiful, were if I weren't stuck here beyond my will.
Okay so, I've been thinking about this li'l scene for a while now but I have no idea how am I gonna put it in the story so here it is.
This small scene is from my story, "I Wish I could Live More that One Lifetime."
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"What do you think you would be doing if you are in your world, Y/N?"
"Okay...Do you want the honest answer or the-"
"What do you think?" He interrupted you and rolled his eyes, you look from across the fire to the monk for help but he was already looking at you, a hint of curiosity dancing around his eyes, waiting for an answer.
You also rolled your eyes. "Fine. If you really want to know. I'll probably be clubbing or getting laid. Happy?"
A minute passed and no one dared to say anything as they both contemplate your answer. You didn't say anything either as you were busy eating your dinner and enjoying a moment of peace without Percival asking you questions. He had been asking you questions upon questions since you've told them both that you are not from their world and as much as you love his enthusiasm, you were quite getting tired of answering them, you just never have the heart to tell him to stop. You would ask Lancelot to help you but the man barely said a word to you. He's still wary of you.
Though you did not expect the next question that you hear from the boy that it made you choke on the wild berries you were currently chewing on and you had to take a moment to cough and breath properly, "What does getting laid means?"
Ah, to be young and innocent.
You glance at the monk before answering, "It's...the act of...uhm...So when a man loves a woman-"
Lancelot interrupted you, having caught up with what you were trying to explain, surprising but helpful. "It's getting late. We need to wake before dawn and leave so they wouldn't catch up to us." Percival grunts in annoyance but complied, but not without cursing and mumbling something under his breath. You gesture for him to come to you and you gave him something to keep him warm, all the while looking at Lancelot with a knowing smile, he found you already looking at him and he avoided your gaze, masking it by acting like he was getting ready to sleep as well.
Oh, what you would give just to see his genuine reaction when he realized what 'getting laid' means.
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I saw the notification that someone commented on my story and I would like to thank you for your comment and to be honest, I blushed while reading it. I'm happy to know that you've enjoyed reading it, thank you so much. I'd reply directly on the comments but this is a sideblog so...I'll find a way to make this my main so I could reply directly.
Lol I have these little scenes I wanted to add to "I Wish I could Live More than One Lifetime" where reader is making a reference to tv show characters, and lines, but I don't know when's the right time to put them.
I Wish I could Live More than One Lifetime: Weeping Monk x Reader
Multiverse, incorrect use of bible verses, incorrect use of language, and a lot of plot holes. I will add warnings along the way (and edit.)
Sneak peak, I guess? This one would probably be one sided because we all know who Lancelot has an affair with in the original story, idk, might change my mind later on. This is my first time posting one of my stories, specially writing a fanfic, so I am sorry if I'm still adjusting...and the story sucks. Let me know what I needed to change in my writing, it would be very much appreciated. Also, English is my second language and I'm still learning so I'm sorry if I also suck at it. I would drop some more fanfic too as I add more for this chapter because I can't stay on one task at hand.
Happy reading!
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A loud groan escaped Y/N mouth as she rolled to her side, dirt and stone cling and dig to her dress and exposed skin leaving marks in their wake. Although confused, she couldn't find the power to open her eyes and find out if she really is lying on the side of the road as the effects of the alcohol is still present in her body.
She really should stop drinking if she doesn't want to end up sleeping on the street and having one of her friends carry her home or the police to take her to the station until someone claim her...again. A sigh escaped her glossy lips as fragments of memories starts replaying in her mind, one where she was at her friend's house watching yet another netflix series, as pieces of popcorns littered the small coffee table in front of them and the couch, the three of them laughing as they throw popcorns at each other and drank some alcohol she didn't remember the name of. Then it suddenly jumped to her and one of her friends driving home after that same night, both laughing at something the other said, clearly drunk. If she think hard enough, she could still feel the steering wheel in the palm of her hands and the cold wind as it pass through the open window of the car and to her cheeks. Her friend on the passenger side leaned on the car window and screamed into the night and she risked a quick look at her and laugh before a blinding light and horn took her attention back on the road, she panicked and she swerve the car away from the truck.
She immediately opened her eyes at the memory, not caring if the rays of the bright sun attack her eyes or the headache that she suddenly feel coming after or even the nausea that came after she rose from her position.
"NO! No, no, no," The unfamiliarity of her surrounding and the last of her memory was the last thread that held her sanity together making her stomach churn and empty her stomach's content. The sound of something comingānot a car, unfamiliar from behind her made her stop and she turned to look at the sound, or rather, the black horse. She doesn't remember travelling to the countryside, she and her friends lives in the middle of the city for god sake! Her eyes snapped to the two person riding the said horse and she wonders if her eyes would pop out of their socket any time soon by how wide they are now, she immediately recognized the two of them. How couldn't she? It is the last show they've watched before she and her other friend went home. The three of them loves Percival and also gushing at how hot the weeping monk is, specially when fighting.
But no, this is not happening. This couldn't be happening. Are they really infront of her? How? They're--not real.
"Oh my god! Oh my god, oh my god. This can't be happening! I'm still drunk aren't I? No, oh my god where is my phone, I need to call someone, the police! Before I loose my mind." Lancelot visibly winced at excessive use of the Lord's name in vain, though he didn't say anything as he is too weak to do so as he avoided looking past the woman's face. All the while Percival watch the crazy woman standing in front of them now with confusion and concern. Mainly concern, for himself and Lancelot who is still very much injured.
The woman looks...different. The crazy kind. She wears something that isn't approriate for a woman to wear, a dress that looks like it is made of expensive fabric, but it is too short, tight, and leaves nothing to the imagination. The dress stops at exactly her mid-thigh and then her shoes, they have never seen something like it before, it doesn't look like it is made for a walk in the woods and they both wonder how in the hell did this woman managed to stand in those.
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I will end it here for the meantime so I could finish the whole chapter, lemme know if you want me to continue this one and please drop some advice so I could learn. Thank you!
It has come to my attention that I am in love with yet another fictional character and I have decided to write for them. Starting with the weeping monk.
