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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Let's Talk About Pacing Our Fight Scenes.
For Fast-Paced Parts:
Short words with single syllables. Immediately > at once/ endeavour > try/ indicate > point at/ investigate > check out.
Short sentences, the shorter the better.
Partial sentences to blaze through multiple senses and actions within a few lines.
Short paragraphs
Lots of verbs.
Few adjectives and adverbs.
Cut down on -ing form of verbs, as it can make words longer
Use simple past tense
Avoid conjunctions and link words.
Avoid internal thought - your characters are irrational, ruthless and in the flow of pure action.
For Slow-Paced Parts:
Use medium/long sentences
the paragraphs are longer: three lines minimum
Include longer words with more syllables
Use adjectives and maybe a couple of adverbs.
Insert the thoughts of the PoV character.
Words for Action Scenes
act, alter, attack, avert, back, block, bang, bash, battle, beat, beg, belt, bend, best, bite, blacken, bleed, blind, blister, blow, blunt, boil, bolt, boot, bore, bow, box, brace, brag, brash, brawl, break, breathe, brush, buck, bulgde, burn, burst, cackle, call, can, carry, cart, carve, catch, check, chop, chuck, clack, clank, clap, clash, claw, clear, cleave, click, cliff, cling, clip, close, club, cock, coil, cold, collar, come, con, connect, corner, cost, count, counter, cover, cower, crack, crackle, cram, crash, crawl, creep, crinkle, cross, crouch, rush, cry, cuff, cull, cup, curl, curse, curve, cusp, cut, dart, dash, deepen, dig, deep, dip, ditch, drive, drop, duck, dump, ede, effect, erect, escape, exert, expect, feint, fight, fire fist, fit, flag, flare, flash, flick, fling, flip, flock, force, gash, gasp, get, gore, grab, grasp, grip, grope, group, hack, harden, heat, help, hit, hop, hurl, hurry, impale, jab, jar, jerk, join, jolt, jump, keep, kick, kill, knee, knock, knot, knuckle, leak, leap, let, lever, lick, lift, lock, loop, lop, plunge, mask, nick, nip, open, oppose, pace, pack, pain, pair, pale, palm, pan, pant, parry, part, pass, paste, pat, peak, peck, pelt, pick, pierce, pile, ping, piss, pit, pivot, plot, pluck, plug, plunge, ply, point, pool, pop, pose, pot, pound, pour, powder, pray, preen, prepare, prey, prick, prickle, print, probe, pry, pull, pulp, pulse, pump, punch, pursue, push, quarry, quarter, quest, race, raise, rake, ram, rap, rasp, rear, retreat, rip, riposte, rivert, roar, rock, roll, rope, round, rouse, run, rush, sap, scale, scalp, scan, score,scream, seek, seep, shake, shape, sharpen, shock, shoot, shop, slap, slap, slash, slice, slick, slip, slit, smash, snap, snare, snatch, snipe, sock, space, spar, spark, speed, spike, spill, spin, spit, splash, spoil, spring, spur, spurt, spy, squirm, stand, steert, step, stick, strap, strike, stuff, suck, support, swat, sweat, sweep, swingm tack, tag, take, target, taste, team, tear, tent, test, thrash, throw, thrust, thud, tick, tide, tilt, time, tire, top, toss, tower, toy, trap, trick, trigger, trip, triumph, trouble, trump, try, tuck, tug, twril, twitch, weaken, wet, whip, whirl, whirr, whoop, whoosh, whop, work, zap, zip.
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how to write creepy stories
over describe things
under describe things
short sentences in rapid succession build tension
single sentence paragraphs build dread
uncanny valley = things that aren't normal almost getting it right
third person limited view
limited expressions
rot, mold, damage, age, static, flickering, espsecially in places it shouldn't be
limited sights for your mc - blindness, darkness, fog
being alone - the more people there are, the less scary it is
intimate knowledge, but only on one side
your reader's imagination will scare them more than anything you could ever write. you don't have to offer a perfectly concrete explanation for everything at the end. in fact, doing so may detract from your story.
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gay twelfth night (it's already gay but the gay people actually end up together)
gay romeo and juliet
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i fucking give up
gay...
gay twelfth night (it's already gay but the gay people actually end up together)
gay romeo and juliet
other shakespeare play gay version
[insert queer play/musical/wtv]
Chapter 1: The Beginning of Everything.
Keefe felt paralyzed as his heart beat faster than a mad horse, while his ankle felt like the hottest flames of hell due to him spraining it a mere 15 minutes ago.
Screaming would be useless as he were in an abandoned wing, consequently leaving the only voice to reply being his own from an echo.
Screaming would, additionally, cause him a quicker death, which was the opposite of what the young prince wanted.
Either way, he couldn’t; his fear stopped him.
For months, raiders had been stealing and attacking the kingdoms of the West. Raiders were, unfortunately, a common occurrence in their nations. However, these raiders were a united force, leaving a single symbol to indicate their presence.
Each kingdom had tried assembling a pattern, but the raids were random– none had surfaced in either number, merchant, time, date, or order; nothing. Just a menacing symbol of an eye hidden where the stolen object used to be or graffitied where anyone passing by could see it.
The raiders never seen, never heard, never found, always merciless.
The rare times a witness caught a glimpse of the raiders, the unfortunate witness was found dead with the symbol of the raiders burnt into their forehead like a brand they had to bear unwillingly.
Despite this, the monarchs of each kingdom facing these raids and their advisors had managed to cooperate. They noticed that the more these raids happened, the other crimes decreased, such as arson, murder (those unrelated to the raiders), robberies, riots, everything you could name.
It seemed that this organization of raiders was hiring or killing every last criminal free from the law.
And soon, Keefe would be killed by one of those raiders.
The raider’s footsteps had stopped– and Keefe’s heart stopped as well.
Was that an indication that they were sneaking up on him?
And the door-
Perhaps the raider locked it.
Why was the raider here?
Would anyone care to save him?
Would anyone care at all?
Would anyone care if he died?
The raider’s footsteps stopped-
No.
No-
It couldn’t be the end.
It couldn’t be the end of his bloodline.
He would be the first Crown Prince to die from a raider, but not the first noble.
He started praying for the salvation of some kind.
The door creaked.
“Your Highness?” A voice called into the hall.
Keefe held his breath out of fear for this new person.
“If you’re hiding, it isn’t funny!” The defiant voice continued as he heard footsteps approach his hiding spot; those of the raider or this bold person, Keefe was unsure. “Your father wishes for your presence in court and told me to drag you by the ear if I have to.”
The voice got closer to Keefe’s hiding spot with each word until the owner had found him: a girl with small braids in her blonde hair and ice-blue eyes.
Keefe faintly remembered her from a ceremony, but which one he couldn’t recall.
“Your Highness, this is no time to play foolish games. Surely, you know that!”
“O- of course. I- I was merely playing a game! A- a jest or a trick, if you will,” the baffled prince stuttered through his answer.
The blonde rolled her eyes. “As I said a few seconds ago, if you were listening, your father demands your presence at court now.”
“I- of course. Let us depart now. I know my father doesn’t like waiting when he summons me.”
The guard pulled him to his feet, and they left the wing.
Keefe quickly shut it and started limping away from it as fast as he could with the guard’s aid.
As soon as Keefe knew he was in a safe space (or at least one with more guards), he stopped and breathed in relief.
“I cannot thank you enough. I was afraid that I was on the door of death. My heart felt like a mad horse.”
“It is simply my duty, your Highness. You are the only heir to the throne, and my duty as a soldier and citizen is to serve the kingdom in any little way I can. I saw you run past my station with a raider in tow, and I couldn’t stand by knowing that you were in danger.”
“Even then, I owe my life to you, er…” he trailed off embarrassedly.
“Marella. Just Marella. No nicknames.”
“Well, in that case, I owe my life to you, Marella.”
“ I agree that I have saved your life, but your ankle seems to hurt. Shall I take you to the physician for treatment?”
“Yes, please. I do not wish to be named the lazy heir,” Keefe joked with a grimace..
[=]
Once his ankle healed and he could walk without a limp, he requested a court audience with his parents.
His parents had heard of their son resting in the physician’s wing, but they had yet to learn about what happened to Keefe and accepted the requested audience as quickly as Keefe had sent it.
His father was King Cassius, the sixth of his name, while his mother was Queen Gisela, the youngest daughter of the Nightfall kingdom. The king and queen never made time for Keefe amidst their royal duties, leaving Keefe to his own devices.
He had regularly spent time with his twin cousins, that had grown up alongside him when his uncle and aunt, King Adalius and Queen Violet of the Moonfire kingdom, passed away.
Currently, his cousins were in their kingdom, preparing for their coronations as they settled political and economic problems. Keefe missed them dearly, yet he knew it was for the best.
The rare times his parents cast a single glance at him, it concerned his education and royal duties. In this time of rebellion, Keefe was lucky to get an audience when his father and mother were busy dealing with the losses of the raids.
The guards to the throne room had been reluctant to allow Marella to enter the room with Keefe as she had grown loyal to him ever since she saved him. Keefe, unwilling to let Marella leave his side, told the guards that Marella was a valuable witness.
The guards were reluctant as ever but pulled back their spears blocking the entrance to the throne room.
Without waiting for them to open the doors or announce him, Keefe pushed them open and barged into a chaotic court.
Multiple ladies fanned themselves furiously as their cakey makeup ran down their faces for reasons Keefe couldn’t tell.
The ladies that weren’t fanning themselves were in four categories: bored, gossiping, attempting to calm the men down, or arguing.
His mother closed her eyes as if she were staying out of this while his father argued with the lords next to him. They both looked like they had headaches.
“Is the court always like this?” Marella whispered to him.
“I assume,” Keefe whispered back. “I’m never invited to court frequently enough to know.”
It took approximately 20 minutes for his father to notice him, but it took another 10 for the court to calm down until his mother gave the signal for silence.
As soon as the room was utterly silent, Keefe wasted no time in telling what had happened to him.
By the end of his story, his father’s eyes were stormy and forming a plan.
[=]
A month and a half later, Keefe was ready to set sail.
The timing was perfect; his father and the other monarchs had been ready to send their heirs to sign treaties of unity ever since they discovered the symbol of the Neverseen, the name the kingdoms decided to give the rebels.
As far as Keefe was concerned, the treaties stated that if the kingdoms suffered a loss in this period of raids, the other nations would send aid of some sort.
Lumenaria was the agreed rendezvous for the treaty signing with no protest.
Pre-dating the birth of written records, Lumenaria had been a sacred ground for signing treaties of all varieties.
Despite that, Keefe worried that he would accidentally cause a war rather than make allies for a battle if it happened.
Keefe was famous in gossip circles for provoking pranks and aggravating certain people that didn’t have the shortest tempers, as reported by Marella, who was well-versed in gossip circles of that sort.
A voice cleared behind him, chasing his doubts away.
He turned, saw Marella in royal bodyguard apparel, and his jaw dropped in shock.
In a short time, they formed a familial bond. However, if she’d mentioned this, Keefe had forgotten.
“Marella! What- when? You didn’t tell me!”
Marella rubbed the back of her head nervously, which was also a new sight as Marella had always been confident around him, and laughed humbly.
“It was a last-minute promotion. Your parents saw it fit that I was to accompany you as my training has concluded. Plus, any bodyguard you have had in the past quits almost immediately. My father panicked when royal guards showed up at our door.”
Keefe laughed, not unkindly.
“Well, congratulations! You deserve it. It seems like I don’t have to stow you away in one of the crates anymore,” he joked.
Before they boarded the ship, Keefe took one last look at his homeland and future kingdom, praying to any deity that would listen that he got back home. Preferably unscathed with all limbs intact instead of his body scarred from war and a scowl on his face. Preferably with his people still loyal to him and his bloodline.
He took in the towering spires of the castle he called home and turned away, praying for safe passage.
Keefe deeply breathed in the sea air and didn’t look back as soon as the sails were let loose.
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Chapter 1: The Beginning of Everything.
Keefe felt paralyzed as his heart beat faster than a mad horse, while his ankle felt like the hottest flames of hell due to him spraining it a mere 15 minutes ago.
Screaming would be useless as he were in an abandoned wing, consequently leaving the only voice to reply being his own from an echo.
Screaming would, additionally, cause him a quicker death, which was the opposite of what the young prince wanted.
Either way, he couldn’t; his fear stopped him.
For months, raiders had been stealing and attacking the kingdoms of the West. Raiders were, unfortunately, a common occurrence in their nations. However, these raiders were a united force, leaving a single symbol to indicate their presence.
Each kingdom had tried assembling a pattern, but the raids were random– none had surfaced in either number, merchant, time, date, or order; nothing. Just a menacing symbol of an eye hidden where the stolen object used to be or graffitied where anyone passing by could see it.
The raiders never seen, never heard, never found, always merciless.
The rare times a witness caught a glimpse of the raiders, the unfortunate witness was found dead with the symbol of the raiders burnt into their forehead like a brand they had to bear unwillingly.
Despite this, the monarchs of each kingdom facing these raids and their advisors had managed to cooperate. They noticed that the more these raids happened, the other crimes decreased, such as arson, murder (those unrelated to the raiders), robberies, riots, everything you could name.
It seemed that this organization of raiders was hiring or killing every last criminal free from the law.
And soon, Keefe would be killed by one of those raiders.
The raider’s footsteps had stopped– and Keefe’s heart stopped as well.
Was that an indication that they were sneaking up on him?
And the door-
Perhaps the raider locked it.
Why was the raider here?
Would anyone care to save him?
Would anyone care at all?
Would anyone care if he died?
The raider’s footsteps stopped-
No.
No-
It couldn’t be the end.
It couldn’t be the end of his bloodline.
He would be the first Crown Prince to die from a raider, but not the first noble.
He started praying for the salvation of some kind.
The door creaked.
“Your Highness?” A voice called into the hall.
Keefe held his breath out of fear for this new person.
“If you’re hiding, it isn’t funny!” The defiant voice continued as he heard footsteps approach his hiding spot; those of the raider or this bold person, Keefe was unsure. “Your father wishes for your presence in court and told me to drag you by the ear if I have to.”
The voice got closer to Keefe’s hiding spot with each word until the owner had found him: a girl with small braids in her blonde hair and ice-blue eyes.
Keefe faintly remembered her from a ceremony, but which one he couldn’t recall.
“Your Highness, this is no time to play foolish games. Surely, you know that!”
“O- of course. I- I was merely playing a game! A- a jest or a trick, if you will,” the baffled prince stuttered through his answer.
The blonde rolled her eyes. “As I said a few seconds ago, if you were listening, your father demands your presence at court now.”
“I- of course. Let us depart now. I know my father doesn’t like waiting when he summons me.”
The guard pulled him to his feet, and they left the wing.
Keefe quickly shut it and started limping away from it as fast as he could with the guard’s aid.
As soon as Keefe knew he was in a safe space (or at least one with more guards), he stopped and breathed in relief.
“I cannot thank you enough. I was afraid that I was on the door of death. My heart felt like a mad horse.”
“It is simply my duty, your Highness. You are the only heir to the throne, and my duty as a soldier and citizen is to serve the kingdom in any little way I can. I saw you run past my station with a raider in tow, and I couldn’t stand by knowing that you were in danger.”
“Even then, I owe my life to you, er…” he trailed off embarrassedly.
“Marella. Just Marella. No nicknames.”
“Well, in that case, I owe my life to you, Marella.”
“ I agree that I have saved your life, but your ankle seems to hurt. Shall I take you to the physician for treatment?”
“Yes, please. I do not wish to be named the lazy heir,” Keefe joked with a grimace..
[=]
Once his ankle healed and he could walk without a limp, he requested a court audience with his parents.
His parents had heard of their son resting in the physician’s wing, but they had yet to learn about what happened to Keefe and accepted the requested audience as quickly as Keefe had sent it.
His father was King Cassius, the sixth of his name, while his mother was Queen Gisela, the youngest daughter of the Nightfall kingdom. The king and queen never made time for Keefe amidst their royal duties, leaving Keefe to his own devices.
He had regularly spent time with his twin cousins, that had grown up alongside him when his uncle and aunt, King Adalius and Queen Violet of the Moonfire kingdom, passed away.
Currently, his cousins were in their kingdom, preparing for their coronations as they settled political and economic problems. Keefe missed them dearly, yet he knew it was for the best.
The rare times his parents cast a single glance at him, it concerned his education and royal duties. In this time of rebellion, Keefe was lucky to get an audience when his father and mother were busy dealing with the losses of the raids.
The guards to the throne room had been reluctant to allow Marella to enter the room with Keefe as she had grown loyal to him ever since she saved him. Keefe, unwilling to let Marella leave his side, told the guards that Marella was a valuable witness.
The guards were reluctant as ever but pulled back their spears blocking the entrance to the throne room.
Without waiting for them to open the doors or announce him, Keefe pushed them open and barged into a chaotic court.
Multiple ladies fanned themselves furiously as their cakey makeup ran down their faces for reasons Keefe couldn’t tell.
The ladies that weren’t fanning themselves were in four categories: bored, gossiping, attempting to calm the men down, or arguing.
His mother closed her eyes as if she were staying out of this while his father argued with the lords next to him. They both looked like they had headaches.
“Is the court always like this?” Marella whispered to him.
“I assume,” Keefe whispered back. “I’m never invited to court frequently enough to know.”
It took approximately 20 minutes for his father to notice him, but it took another 10 for the court to calm down until his mother gave the signal for silence.
As soon as the room was utterly silent, Keefe wasted no time in telling what had happened to him.
By the end of his story, his father’s eyes were stormy and forming a plan.
[=]
A month and a half later, Keefe was ready to set sail.
The timing was perfect; his father and the other monarchs had been ready to send their heirs to sign treaties of unity ever since they discovered the symbol of the Neverseen, the name the kingdoms decided to give the rebels.
As far as Keefe was concerned, the treaties stated that if the kingdoms suffered a loss in this period of raids, the other nations would send aid of some sort.
Lumenaria was the agreed rendezvous for the treaty signing with no protest.
Pre-dating the birth of written records, Lumenaria had been a sacred ground for signing treaties of all varieties.
Despite that, Keefe worried that he would accidentally cause a war rather than make allies for a battle if it happened.
Keefe was famous in gossip circles for provoking pranks and aggravating certain people that didn’t have the shortest tempers, as reported by Marella, who was well-versed in gossip circles of that sort.
A voice cleared behind him, chasing his doubts away.
He turned, saw Marella in royal bodyguard apparel, and his jaw dropped in shock.
In a short time, they formed a familial bond. However, if she’d mentioned this, Keefe had forgotten.
“Marella! What- when? You didn’t tell me!”
Marella rubbed the back of her head nervously, which was also a new sight as Marella had always been confident around him, and laughed humbly.
“It was a last-minute promotion. Your parents saw it fit that I was to accompany you as my training has concluded. Plus, any bodyguard you have had in the past quits almost immediately. My father panicked when royal guards showed up at our door.”
Keefe laughed, not unkindly.
“Well, congratulations! You deserve it. It seems like I don’t have to stow you away in one of the crates anymore,” he joked.
Before they boarded the ship, Keefe took one last look at his homeland and future kingdom, praying to any deity that would listen that he got back home. Preferably unscathed with all limbs intact instead of his body scarred from war and a scowl on his face. Preferably with his people still loyal to him and his bloodline.
He took in the towering spires of the castle he called home and turned away, praying for safe passage.
Keefe deeply breathed in the sea air and didn’t look back as soon as the sails were let loose.
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Chapter 1: The Beginning of Everything.
Keefe felt paralyzed as his heart beat faster than a mad horse, while his ankle felt like the hottest flames of hell due to him spraining it a mere 15 minutes ago.
Screaming would be useless as he were in an abandoned wing, consequently leaving the only voice to reply being his own from an echo.
Screaming would, additionally, cause him a quicker death, which was the opposite of what the young prince wanted.
Either way, he couldn’t; his fear stopped him.
For months, raiders had been stealing and attacking the kingdoms of the West. Raiders were, unfortunately, a common occurrence in their nations. However, these raiders were a united force, leaving a single symbol to indicate their presence.
Each kingdom had tried assembling a pattern, but the raids were random– none had surfaced in either number, merchant, time, date, or order; nothing. Just a menacing symbol of an eye hidden where the stolen object used to be or graffitied where anyone passing by could see it.
The raiders never seen, never heard, never found, always merciless.
The rare times a witness caught a glimpse of the raiders, the unfortunate witness was found dead with the symbol of the raiders burnt into their forehead like a brand they had to bear unwillingly.
Despite this, the monarchs of each kingdom facing these raids and their advisors had managed to cooperate. They noticed that the more these raids happened, the other crimes decreased, such as arson, murder (those unrelated to the raiders), robberies, riots, everything you could name.
It seemed that this organization of raiders was hiring or killing every last criminal free from the law.
And soon, Keefe would be killed by one of those raiders.
The raider’s footsteps had stopped– and Keefe’s heart stopped as well.
Was that an indication that they were sneaking up on him?
And the door-
Perhaps the raider locked it.
Why was the raider here?
Would anyone care to save him?
Would anyone care at all?
Would anyone care if he died?
The raider’s footsteps stopped-
No.
No-
It couldn’t be the end.
It couldn’t be the end of his bloodline.
He would be the first Crown Prince to die from a raider, but not the first noble.
He started praying for the salvation of some kind.
The door creaked.
“Your Highness?” A voice called into the hall.
Keefe held his breath out of fear for this new person.
“If you’re hiding, it isn’t funny!” The defiant voice continued as he heard footsteps approach his hiding spot; those of the raider or this bold person, Keefe was unsure. “Your father wishes for your presence in court and told me to drag you by the ear if I have to.”
The voice got closer to Keefe’s hiding spot with each word until the owner had found him: a girl with small braids in her blonde hair and ice-blue eyes.
Keefe faintly remembered her from a ceremony, but which one he couldn’t recall.
“Your Highness, this is no time to play foolish games. Surely, you know that!”
“O- of course. I- I was merely playing a game! A- a jest or a trick, if you will,” the baffled prince stuttered through his answer.
The blonde rolled her eyes. “As I said a few seconds ago, if you were listening, your father demands your presence at court now.”
“I- of course. Let us depart now. I know my father doesn’t like waiting when he summons me.”
The guard pulled him to his feet, and they left the wing.
Keefe quickly shut it and started limping away from it as fast as he could with the guard’s aid.
As soon as Keefe knew he was in a safe space (or at least one with more guards), he stopped and breathed in relief.
“I cannot thank you enough. I was afraid that I was on the door of death. My heart felt like a mad horse.”
“It is simply my duty, your Highness. You are the only heir to the throne, and my duty as a soldier and citizen is to serve the kingdom in any little way I can. I saw you run past my station with a raider in tow, and I couldn’t stand by knowing that you were in danger.”
“Even then, I owe my life to you, er…” he trailed off embarrassedly.
“Marella. Just Marella. No nicknames.”
“Well, in that case, I owe my life to you, Marella.”
“ I agree that I have saved your life, but your ankle seems to hurt. Shall I take you to the physician for treatment?”
“Yes, please. I do not wish to be named the lazy heir,” Keefe joked with a grimace..
[=]
Once his ankle healed and he could walk without a limp, he requested a court audience with his parents.
His parents had heard of their son resting in the physician’s wing, but they had yet to learn about what happened to Keefe and accepted the requested audience as quickly as Keefe had sent it.
His father was King Cassius, the sixth of his name, while his mother was Queen Gisela, the youngest daughter of the Nightfall kingdom. The king and queen never made time for Keefe amidst their royal duties, leaving Keefe to his own devices.
He had regularly spent time with his twin cousins, that had grown up alongside him when his uncle and aunt, King Adalius and Queen Violet of the Moonfire kingdom, passed away.
Currently, his cousins were in their kingdom, preparing for their coronations as they settled political and economic problems. Keefe missed them dearly, yet he knew it was for the best.
The rare times his parents cast a single glance at him, it concerned his education and royal duties. In this time of rebellion, Keefe was lucky to get an audience when his father and mother were busy dealing with the losses of the raids.
The guards to the throne room had been reluctant to allow Marella to enter the room with Keefe as she had grown loyal to him ever since she saved him. Keefe, unwilling to let Marella leave his side, told the guards that Marella was a valuable witness.
The guards were reluctant as ever but pulled back their spears blocking the entrance to the throne room.
Without waiting for them to open the doors or announce him, Keefe pushed them open and barged into a chaotic court.
Multiple ladies fanned themselves furiously as their cakey makeup ran down their faces for reasons Keefe couldn’t tell.
The ladies that weren’t fanning themselves were in four categories: bored, gossiping, attempting to calm the men down, or arguing.
His mother closed her eyes as if she were staying out of this while his father argued with the lords next to him. They both looked like they had headaches.
“Is the court always like this?” Marella whispered to him.
“I assume,” Keefe whispered back. “I’m never invited to court frequently enough to know.”
It took approximately 20 minutes for his father to notice him, but it took another 10 for the court to calm down until his mother gave the signal for silence.
As soon as the room was utterly silent, Keefe wasted no time in telling what had happened to him.
By the end of his story, his father’s eyes were stormy and forming a plan.
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A month and a half later, Keefe was ready to set sail.
The timing was perfect; his father and the other monarchs had been ready to send their heirs to sign treaties of unity ever since they discovered the symbol of the Neverseen, the name the kingdoms decided to give the rebels.
As far as Keefe was concerned, the treaties stated that if the kingdoms suffered a loss in this period of raids, the other nations would send aid of some sort.
Lumenaria was the agreed rendezvous for the treaty signing with no protest.
Pre-dating the birth of written records, Lumenaria had been a sacred ground for signing treaties of all varieties.
Despite that, Keefe worried that he would accidentally cause a war rather than make allies for a battle if it happened.
Keefe was famous in gossip circles for provoking pranks and aggravating certain people that didn’t have the shortest tempers, as reported by Marella, who was well-versed in gossip circles of that sort.
A voice cleared behind him, chasing his doubts away.
He turned, saw Marella in royal bodyguard apparel, and his jaw dropped in shock.
In a short time, they formed a familial bond. However, if she’d mentioned this, Keefe had forgotten.
“Marella! What- when? You didn’t tell me!”
Marella rubbed the back of her head nervously, which was also a new sight as Marella had always been confident around him, and laughed humbly.
“It was a last-minute promotion. Your parents saw it fit that I was to accompany you as my training has concluded. Plus, any bodyguard you have had in the past quits almost immediately. My father panicked when royal guards showed up at our door.”
Keefe laughed, not unkindly.
“Well, congratulations! You deserve it. It seems like I don’t have to stow you away in one of the crates anymore,” he joked.
Before they boarded the ship, Keefe took one last look at his homeland and future kingdom, praying to any deity that would listen that he got back home. Preferably unscathed with all limbs intact instead of his body scarred from war and a scowl on his face. Preferably with his people still loyal to him and his bloodline.
He took in the towering spires of the castle he called home and turned away, praying for safe passage.
Keefe deeply breathed in the sea air and didn’t look back as soon as the sails were let loose.
should i post chapter one of the kam kingdom au?
yes!
i think you should finish it first
not yet
a secret 4th option (see results)
you're making a kam kingdom au???
other (elaborate in tags
@arson-anarchy-death @isecretlywishiwasyn @winterfireice what do you think?
verdict is in! i'll just do the final edits and i'll post it on ao3 and tumblr!!
should i post chapter one of the kam kingdom au?
yes!
i think you should finish it first
not yet
a secret 4th option (see results)
you're making a kam kingdom au???
other (elaborate in tags
@arson-anarchy-death @isecretlywishiwasyn @winterfireice what do you think?
should i post chapter one of the kam kingdom au?
yes!
i think you should finish it first
not yet
a secret 4th option (see results)
you're making a kam kingdom au???
other (elaborate in tags
@arson-anarchy-death @isecretlywishiwasyn @winterfireice what do you think?
wip :3
choose 1
kam kingdom au
hekster horse girl au
whelp, guess i'm gonna have to pick up the pace
I'm picking up the pace 😌👍
fav wlw plots? ❤️🩹
This is very broad, so I'm just giving story ideas I would love to read.
WLW Plot Ideas
her parents never liked any of her boyfriends, so to annoy them she gets her friend to pretend to be her new girlfriend and plot twist: her parents love her
a secret agent that often gets assigned to flirt with bad guys, gets the assignment to get close to their latest target: a lesbian hacker
the popular girl in school is expected to like the jock. but the athlete she really is into is the cute girl from the wrestling team
her friends arrange a blind date for her and she gets highly confused when it's another woman showing up, because a) she thought it was a male name and b) she never actually came out to her friends or anyone at all
they are both bridesmaids for their friend's wedding, but have never met and are now seeing each other all the time for dress shopping, bridal shower, the weekend long bachelorette party and of course the destination wedding
it's no secret that the princess is close to her chamber maid, but no one knows exactly how close (prompts)
they are both in historic positions: one is a queen who rules without ever marrying a man and the other one is her sworn shield, a woman who is the mightiest knight in all the land
Hope you like these ideas and 🌈 happy pride month to everyone! 🌈
- Jana
spot-the-muse starter prompts
muses being able (or forced) to see/watch each other is a great way to start or set up interactions. these are a set of visible prompts that might work as premises for starters. feel free to specify which muse is watching and which muse is experiencing the prompt!
send a number for a starter where one muse watches the other....
being strangled
being hit on by someone they're uninterested in
crawling out of an alley somewhere
getting soaked as a passing car drives through a puddle
dancing/standing in the rain
defending the other muse physically or verbally
talking about the other muse with someone else (and they don't think the other muse is listening)
sleeping in the grass in a park
returning the last copy of a library book the other muse wanted to borrow
trying and failing to eat a messy meal without making a mess
tripping up a staircase
doing their job particularly well
realising they can't pay for their coffee at a cafe
missing their stop on public transport
sighing as their phone runs out of charge when they really needed it to get home
defending themselves physically or verbally
needing help
asking someone else for help and not getting it
wrapping up (or trying to hide) a wound
passing out (or about to pass out)
interacting with a scared animal
sacrificing/giving up something they wanted, so that someone else can have it
having a nightmare
drowning
attempting to escape a disastrous blind date
my writing fundamentally changed forever ten years ago when i realized you could use sentence structure to control people’s heart rates. is this still forbidden knowledge or does everyone know it now
?????? *raises hand* I’ve been writing for years and don’t know this trick by these words! do tell?
Okay, so a few people have asked for me to cite the dark magics at them, and i’m super happy to share because it’s my favorite thing ever.
so, let’s see if i can explain this the same way that i learned. read a sentence out loud. you come to a full stop when you hit the period, and you take a normal, breath. but, when you hit a comma, you take a slightly longer pause. and when you hit a dash - you take an even longer pause.
this is a natural rhythm that we pick up when we’re first taught to read; we do it without even thinking. but when you start to think about it, you realize that it can become a tool.
think of your heartbeat. a period is badump. a comma is badump-dump. and a dash is thump badump. one breath. a longer breath. two breaths.
that means what you read automatically affects the rhythm of your breathing and your heartrate. which means that you can control the amount of physical tension your reader feels… by altering your punction and your sentence structure.
for fast paced scenes, you use short sentences. a lot of hard stops. mostly periods, with just a few comma’s thrown in for the full breath. your reader’s heartrate accelerates. their breathing is slightly and unintentionally, on their end, quicker. you hit the dramatic ending of the scene - and your reader’s body phsyically feels the gasp, the breath of fresh air, of these longer sentences.
now, read that paragraph again ant take note of your natural pauses, and how it subtly affects your breathing.
the same thing can be said of comma’s and dashes. while they can be used as a breath of fresh air, they can also cause a new line of tension as they lead your reader to hold their breath. during this section, you should use longer sentences; breaking up the harshness of the pauses by using variations of punction. read this paragraph out loud from the start and take note of how long you go between pauses and full breaths.
and then, comes the biggest trick.
the hard stop.
the paragraph.
because while the periods, commas, and dashes are variations on a short stop, the paragraph is a hard stop. you take a full breath. you pause for a moment, then move to the start of the next paragraph.
which means you can create an entirely new sort of dramatic tension. read the sentences that are in bold. see how you take a naturally longer pause at the end of each paragraph?
see how it makes you feel?
how it makes you breath different?
how doing it once, twice, or three times creates a different line of tension?
this little magic trick can be used to cause a reader’s heartrate to speed up during a fight or chase scene. it can be used to cause their breathing to slow down during moments of dramatic tension, sorrow, or softness. and it can be used to create hard breaks that add a new level of physically felt emphasis to your written work.
i hope these examples make sense! it’s my favorite writing trick!