Mar 12, 2014
Its so late/early in the morning that all the people I follow have stopped posting.
My dash is frozen.
Where are the different time zone people? Like Sweety or Abby.
seen from Iraq
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Its so late/early in the morning that all the people I follow have stopped posting.
My dash is frozen.
Where are the different time zone people? Like Sweety or Abby.
The rules:
1. Answer the five things question about writing that you’ve been tagged with.
2. Then create a 5-things question about writing of your own.
3. Tag another 3 - 5 people with your new question.
5 Things you do when you’re stuck with some story (not necessarily writers block)
Meeya tagged me! 8U
I have a lot, and I mean a lot - just ask bunbutt or bubblebutt about it - of fanfic ideas that never make it to anyone's dashboards. They're ideas that - while have a complete setting and rich detail and/or a full plot/idea - I have no desire to write. Because I know that despite the entire background and thought I have already given to them, that at the current moment it is best to let good ideas stay good ideas rather than wrestle them down into word form. So one thing I do is I just let them go.
Another thing I do is that I just write out the bits I do know. I do this a lot. I have entire verses formed out of drabbles written out of chronological order.
I write backwards. I break up narrative/writing flow. I insert things to help me jump start. Like I'll break from third person to second person or first person POV. I break from real-time action flows to internal monologues or flashbacks/forwards. It helps me to focus what I want to do and keep the flow going. It helps build my momentum.
I put the story down and write something else while building the same story in the back of my mind.
I write it anyway.
Fear runs thick and heavy through his body, keeping him on the forest floor as he watches this… this... person jump out of nowhere between him and this creature (because it can’t be a human! Not with those red eyes which glow in the dark! And those fangs and claws which have ripped through his shirts!), roaring in a way that makes Derek want to piss himself.
He remains on the ground, watching the newcomer tackle the creature. Derek stares at the fighting pair, brain screaming at him to get up and run run run you stupid bastard before you get hurt! He’s got a death grip on his bag, more worried about his samples than his own stupid life. ‘Is this some kind of defense mechanism?’ Derek ponders as the strange head butts the creature and yells, “Son of a bitch! You’re a total hard head!”
What? Derek stares at the man before him, wondering how he can say shit like that when he’s fighting with some demon or something! Then he feels his blood freeze when he catches a flash of gold in the stranger’s eyes. He’s ready to yell when the creature behind the newcomer tries to attack. The stranger whips around, snarling loud enough to jerk Derek out of his paralysis. He’s scrambling back when the stranger buries his fingers into the creature and grunts, “God you smell horrible! Scott owes me big time!”
Derek continues to scuttle away from the non-human until his back hits a tree. It’s just the support he needs to push himself on his shaky knees and ask, “How... what are you?”
The stranger lets the creature fall down, poking him with the toe of his sneakers before turning to eye Derek. “Don’t suppose you’d believe me if I said this was just an old Halloween costume?”
He shakes his head immediately. The roar, the claws and the eyes just don’t… “No.” Derek answers hoarsely, wondering if he’s going to die for seeing something he shouldn’t have. His mom and dad are gonna be devastated… not to mention his siblings.
“Damn.” The stranger sighs, stepping forward so that the moon light hits him. The first thing Derek notes is that he’s younger than him. Probably in high school. The second thing he notices is the fly away hair. Like the boy can’t keep his hands out of his hair. Sure enough, there’s a hand coming up to sweep through his dark strands as he walks forward.
And trips over something to fall flat on his face, scant inches away from Derek.
Derek jumps and blinks down at the teenager. For his part, the teenager groans. “I hate this forest.” He complains from the floor.
“Hey!” Derek snaps automatically. This land has been in his family for generations and there’s no way he’s letting some punk bad mouth it. Even if the aforementioned punk just saved his life.
The teenager ignores him as he gets up to his feet, hands slapping his clothes free of leaves and dirt before eyeing Derek. “You okay? He didn’t hurt you did he? Oh crap.” Derek presses back against the tree as the teenager hurries forward, eyes locked on Derek’s ribs. “He didn’t bite you did he? Here, lemme…”
Derek has to slap the teenagers hands away, yelping, “What the hell?! Stop that! This is harassment!”
“This is for your own good! Tell me he didn’t bite you!”
Why the hell was this guy sniffing so loudly? Did he have a bad cold? Derek growls as he slips out of the teenagers grasp. “No! He just got me with his nails.”
“Claws. And let me see. Please.”
After staring long and hard at the stranger, wordlessly asking him why Derek ought to trust him (to which he gets an expectant look back), Derek sighs and pulls his shirt up. “No touching.” He warns.
He notes the way the teenager’s eyes go to the bleeding gashes, to Derek’s abs and too quickly back to the wound. Derek tries not to smirk when the teenager clears his throat, voice a bit on the rough side when he asks, “Just claws right? He didn’t get you too deep did he? Tell me he didn’t bite you.”
Derek shakes his head as he turns slightly, giving the teenager a better look. “No. He just nicked me.”
He stands still during the teenagers appraisal, wondering what he’s looking for. And why is he still sniffing. “You’re lucky. I think if you go home and clean this up, it won’t get infected.”
“And how do you know that?” Derek snarks pulling his shirts down.
The teenager taps a finger against his nose with a wink. “I got a good nose.”
“And claws apparently.” Derek mutters, “You didn’t answer my question before. What are you?”
The teenager sighs, scrubbing his hand through his hair before answering, “How about I take you to my leader and see how that goes?”
“How about no.” Derek replies saccharine sweet. “I’m not going anywhere until you tell me who you are and what you are because you are not human.”
“I hate the smart ones.” The boy complains before pulling his cell phone out. He hits a few buttons before raising the phone up to his ear. “Hello? Yeah, hey Scott. Listen, I found the rogue omega. Yeah I took care of it. Problem is, we got a situation on our hands. Possible Slayerette.”
Slayerette? Derek scowls at the teenager. Was that a Buffy reference?
“No, he’s not going anywhere! And I’m not telling him, it’s totally your responsibility! Who’s the alpha here! Last I checked, it’s you!” Alpha? Omega? What the hell has Derek stumbled upon? All he had wanted was to get a few plant samples!
Happy holidays!
THIS IS QUITE POSSIBLY THE BEST THING I'VE EVER RECEIVED IN MY MESSAGES. THANK YOU SO MUCH!
onelastwaltz replied to your post: id suggest emailing them but with it being so close to xmas its taking a risk 8////
tbh, I already did. And the email conf also brought up something else that's worrying me. Aaaaargh *pops an ativan*
I kind of want to see this but with Sterek doing something steamy in the background. XD
onelastwaltz replied to your post: attoliancrown replied to your post: well I was...
oh man that sucks so much :(
I cried. I guess this would be a good time to channel my angst into writing though
So much half naked Tyler Hoechlin on my dash thanks to Miss Meeya and Zombie. You two will be the death of me.
chaoticwaltz submitted
WC: 260
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Finnstock blows on his whistle loud enough to make Greenberg jump and Stiles stumble.
"Stilinski!" The man yells, already stomping over to the young man whose gaze is ticking between the goal where he's supposed to be shooting and Finnstock. "The point of this exercise is to score a point! I don't know if anyone told you this but you only get a point if the ball passes the goalie and gets into the net, not flies over it! Why the hell are you having trouble throwing the damned ball straight?"
Stiles' shoulders come up a lightly, defensive and a tiny but embarrassed. Scott's ready to go out and help when he hears Stiles blurt, "I'm actually having trouble being straight."
Scott's eyebrows shoot up, eyes blinking quickly a few times before he realizes that Isaac's crashed into the bench thanks to Stiles' words. Leave it to Stiles to come out abruptly and in a totally non-conventional way.
He looks around at the rest of the team. It seems like a good part of them have heard Stiles and they look... bored? Not interested at all? Is that good or bad? Scott leans over to get a look at Danny. Danny's making a resigned face, like he's not surprised by Stiles' antics.
So the team doesn't look like they care. But what about Finnstock? That's got to be the real deciding factor right?
Coach slowly blinks at Stiles before jerking a finger towards the goal, "Just throw the damned ball Stilinski. And remember to aim for the net this time."