#I'm writer

[biktopdetective]

Отрывок из моей книги.

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Проезжая по ночному лесу, детектив засмотрелся в темную даль. Он вспоминает что ему надо будет зайти к кое-кому.

Машина выехала в город только под утро. Виктор спокойно спал на заднем сиденье машины. После того, как парень вышел у здания агенства, он пошел внутрь, идя по лестнице на 3-й этаж к своему кабинету. Забрав несколько документов, выскочил сразу на улицу, побежав в неизвестном направлении. Дойдя до какого-то дома, зашел в первый подъезд. Поднявшись на 2-й этаж, начал искать нужную дверь. Подойдя к 11 двери, сначала попытался открыть дверь ключем, но ключ не подошел. Неуверенно постучалс��, хрипло сказав.

— мистер Лис, вы там? — постучал снова, пытаясь дождавшись ответа. — я принес кое-что для тебя.

За дверью послышались шуршания и шаги, но не сразу. Перед детективом предстал молодой парень, выше самого парня. Его волосы были взлохмаченные и сонные глаза. "Мистер Лис" был одет в пижаму. Низ пижамы был розовым и с кошками. На вверху обычная широкая темная футболка. Виктор протянул тому пакет с чем-то.

— что это? — спросил сонно "Мистер Лис".

— возьми, тебе понадобиться.

Лис взял пакет, и сразу же растормошив его, заглянул внутрь. Внутри была упаковка печенья, несколько конфет, витамины и открытка, напоминающая о том что он всегда может положиться на его друга.

— это мне..? — неуверенно спросил Лис. — спасибо...

— я знаю, тебе не долго осталось, но это пока что самое необходимое.

Мужчина только покачал головой. Из-за ноги Мистера Лиса вышла серая кошка. У неë было немного белых пятен на мордочке, спине и лапах. Детектив перевел взгляд с парня на кошку.

— как поживает Дымка? — с нежностью спросил тот, любя пушистых зверей. — Ей больше не было плохо?

— нет, она в порядке, я купил ей другой корм — спокойно сказал, переведя взгляд на кошечку.

Виктор задумался на секунду, затем улыбнулся сразу.

— собирайся быстро, я придумал кое-что.

— прямо сейчас..? — недовольно произнеся, но всë же смерившись с этим — ну, хорошо, мать, как скажешь.

Зайдя внутрь комнаты, юноша сразу подхватил кошку и начал ждать своего сонного давнего друга. Присев на кровать, начал осматривать комнату. Помещение было небольшим. Квартира состояла из одной комнаты, маленькой кухни и туалет с ванной. В полне уютно для одного человека. В спальне была кровать, стол, шкаф и в общем то всë. Похоже ему достаточно этого. На столе был компьютер. Его наличие уже успокаивает. Свет из окна не сильно попадал в комнату, светлее было на кухне. Подождав пару минут, детектив устал ждать. Встав, начал натягивать на парня обувь, куртку, шапку и замотал шарфом, выгоняя уже из квартиры. Закрыв дверь, пошли на улицу. Тащив за собой, не говорил куда идут они. Пробегая по заснеженной дорогой, юноши пытались немного шутить, чтобы хоть когда-то снизить напряженные паузы. Когда они наконец-то дошли до места, Мистер Лис взглянул на это место и у него сразу засверкали глаза. Детектив привел его в его любимую кафешку, в которой те раньше часто собирались.

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Excerpt from my book.

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Driving through the night forest, the detective stared into the dark distance. He remembers that he will need to visit someone.

The car left for the city only in the early morning. Victor was sleeping peacefully in the back seat of the car. After the guy got out at the agency building, he went inside, walking up the stairs to the 3rd floor to his office. After taking several documents, he immediately jumped out onto the street, running in an unknown direction. When he reached a house, he went into the first entrance. Having gone up to the 2nd floor, I started looking for the right door. When he got to the 11th door, he first tried to open the door with a key, but the key did not fit. He knocked uncertainly, saying hoarsely.

— "Mr. Fox", are you there? He knocked again, trying to wait for an answer. — I brought something for you.

There were rustlings and footsteps outside the door, but not immediately. A young guy appeared in front of the detective, taller than the guy himself. His hair was tousled and his eyes were sleepy. "Mr. Fox" was wearing pajamas. The bottom of the pajamas was pink with cats. The usual wide dark T-shirt is on top. Victor handed Tom a bag with something.

- what is it? — "Mr. Fox" asked sleepily.

— take it, you'll need it.

The fox took the package, and immediately shook it open, looked inside. Inside was a package of cookies, some sweets, vitamins and a postcard reminding him that he could always rely on his friend.

— Is this for me..? — "the Fox" asked uncertainly. — thank you...

— I know you don't have long left, but this is the most necessary thing so far.

The man just shook his head. A gray cat came out from behind "Mr. Fox's" leg. She had a few white spots on her muzzle, back and paws. The detective looked from the guy to the cat.

— How is the Dyomka? He asked tenderly, loving the furry animals. — Was she not ill anymore?

—No, she's fine, I bought her another food, — he said calmly, looking at the kitty.

Victor thought for a second, then smiled immediately.

— pack up quickly, I've come up with something.

— right now..? — saying with displeasure, but still reconciling with it — well, okay, "mother", whatever you say.

Entering the room, the young man immediately picked up the cat and began to wait for his sleepy old friend. He sat down on the bed and began to look around the room. The room was small. The apartment consisted of one room, a small kitchen and a toilet with a bathtub. It's completely cozy for one person. The bedroom had a bed, a table, a wardrobe and basically everything. That seems to be enough for him. There was a computer on the table. Its presence is already calming. The light from the window did not get much into the room, it was brighter in the kitchen. After waiting a couple of minutes, the detective got tired of waiting. Getting up, he began to pull shoes, a jacket, a hat on the guy and wrapped a scarf around him, kicking him out of the apartment. After closing the door, we went outside. Dragging them along, he did not say where they were going. Running along the snow-covered road, the young men tried to joke a little in order to at least once reduce the tense pauses. When they finally reached the place, "Mr. Fox" looked at the place and his eyes immediately sparkled. The detective took him to his favorite cafe, where they used to often gather.

[monsoon-of-art]

[put-a-keep-are-you-foo-dell]

[anexistingexistence]

Yes I want to write my story but my story doesn't want to be written so what the fuck am I supposed to do about that huh?

[raggedytiger]

this is so bad but i permanently cropped the file so brutally that i can no longer edit it. whoops! also panels 4-7 were fully coloured but it looks better without for some reason. pomni (penny?) is such an ugly crier. i love my horrible failgirl accountant

[emberfaye]

You know what?

I love you, fics that take months to update. I click on the newest chapter and have no memory of this place and get to go back some chapters and rediscover how much i love everything about this story.

I love you, fics that take years to update. I think of you fondly, and know your names, go search for you and see an update from this year and scream, diving in uncaring of any missed details (i will finish the update and read you in reverse because this is a treat you have bestowed)

I love you, fics that probably will never update again. Thank you for being a roman empire for my mind, thank you for teaching me about the ephemeral fandom experience, for inspiring a thousand million what if-s, for being a comfort read and a nostalgia read and a reread.

I love you fic writers, who jump into projects and stories with enthusiasm. I love you when you succeed in pumping out those chapters and that love doesn't go away when you stop.

I love you fic writers who post and then get in your own head and never feel confident enough to update, whether it's at all or whether it's just that one story.

I love you fic writers, who have a fandom or media hurt you to the point of abandoning or having a hard time with their WIPs.

I love you fic writers, who lose interest or have life changes or illness or bad memory. Thank you for being part of the fandom, a core part of the fandom. Thank you for the time spent in the fandom.

I love you, fic writers who try out something new and then stop. You're so valid.

I love you, WIP fics that may or may not ever get finished. Thank you for brightening my day in the way only you could have.

[astriiformes]

One hill I will die on is that it's always infinitely funnier for mad scientist characters to have an actual area of expertise, and the narrower it is, the funnier it gets. Like, they're mad scientists. They can branch out from it. But it's a very special thing to be able to point to the person who built a death ray/engineered life in their basement/etc and be able to confidently state what they got their PhD in.

"Doc Brown is a mad scientist" Well yeah, obviously.

"Doc Brown is a mad physicist" Now we're getting somewhere!

"Doc Brown is a mad nuclear physicist" Specifically conjures up images of a guy who spent his PhD doing a million repetitive cyclotron tests and eventually said fuck this, I'm building a time machine instead. Comedy gold.

[museaway]

I hope the fic you are working on right now finds a reader who will think about it constantly for years

[letmetellyouaboutmyfeels]

I am incredibly serious right now when I beg you all, please, and if you have Twitter or Tiktok or whatever to please spread the word: click on an author's profile on Ao3.

You want to know if an author has written more? Want to know if they're still writing? Want to see more from them? Want to know if they've written a trope or kink or sex scenario you enjoy?

Click on their name. And look at their profile.

I cannot tell you how many times in the last six months someone has read a new or newer fic of mine and said they (a new reader who has read nothing else I've done) "can't wait to see what you do next!" I've written 50+ fics and over a million words already.

"I don't know if you're still writing..." click on my profile. I am. I literally wrote a 128k+ fic for that ship last month.

"Would you ever do X?" "Please do Y!" I already did. Click on my name and look at my works.

Archive of our Own is a library. It's an archive. Not social media. It is your responsibility to fight back against the laziness that corporate algorithms have trained into you.

Click my author name. Just click it. Just click it.

Before you demand more, or ask if a writer will do XYZ, or wonder if the author still writing, or anything - click on their profile. Click on the author's profile.

I'm not trying to be mean or condescending or anything like that. I'm just exhausted. It's disheartening and frustrating to repeat myself ad nauseam, because someone couldn't take thirty seconds to do the tiniest bit of work to see if I've written lately, if I've written more for their ship, or scan my works to see if I've written what they're asking for. Please. Please. I'm begging.

Click the author's name, and explore before you ask.

[jimmycarterghostland]

Me writing a scene with two or more people of the same gender and trying not to get the readers confused, while also trying not to overuse the characters' names or epithets

[anundyingfidelity]

(drawing too)

[romansleftshoulderpad]

As a writer, I love going back through the comments I've gotten on AO3. I promise that the minute you take of your time has been appreciated for hours/months/years

[estrellalunablanca]

Thy Dream Is To Be With Someone.

That Would Love Me With My Quirkiness.

unquie To Be As A Family.

Have A Boy and Girl.

To Have Our Own Home .

To Accept As , I'am .

To Cook ,Bake ,Do Our Own Projects Together.

Traveling Together.

I Love To Chat, I'm A Chatter.

I'm A Massage Therapist.

I'm A Medical Assistant.

I'm Handy Women.

I Do Diy Project's.

Like Different Food From Different Culture.

Read Lots , Always Busy .

Love To Exercise,To Keep in Shape.Wailking Is The Best.

Don't Drink Soda ,Only Osscainlly or When I Feel Like it ,My Favorite Soda Is Diet Coke .

Volunteer in The Community.

Ride The Bus , cant Drive,

Keep My Place Nice ,Very Clean .

Don't Watch TV, Mostly I'm Writing Or Doing Art painting,Art With Poetry, Journaling.

Write Poetry,Story , Quotes,.I Go Museum,.

Watch TV On My Phone or Table .

Mostly I'm Out side .Love Been Around Nature.

At Night I Look At The moonlight,

I Travel To The Beach ⛱️.

Have Not Being Lucky To Find Someone

Like Me.

That We Are Both So Similar.

Men Always Call Me Boring and Stupid

Just Cause I Believe In Love At First Sight,

Believe In Soulmate.

Believe In True Love.

Believe in Unconditional love.

That Come From The Heart and Spirituel Connection.

That Understand He Understand Her completely,With His Heart ❤️.and Spirit.

It Will Be The Most Beautiful Connection,.My Main Point Is That I'm Not Afraid To Be Alone, Someday The One Will Come As long God Jesus and Holy Spirit Are With Me,I'm Very Happy 😊😍🥰 At Peace , Love Hope Faith,Light in Me I'm The Happiest The Woman,.In The mean Time I Write About Fantasy, Imagination,About Life Everyday Experience,There Nothing Wrong Being Simple,Life Thought Me ,To Be Wiser ,Strong , Independent,Fight Every Day.Don't Let People Mood Affect You,. Always Be Who You Are.

[inky-duchess]

Fantasy Guide to Building A Culture

Culture is defined by a collection of morals, ethics, traditions, customs and behaviours shared by a group of people.

Hierarchy and Social Structures

Within every culture, there is a hierarchy. Hierarchies are an important part of any culture, usually do ingrained that one within the culture wouldn't even question it. Hierarchy can be established either by age, gender or wealth and could even determine roles within their society. Sometimes hierarchy can may be oppressive and rigid whilst other times, ranks can intermingle without trouble. You should consider how these different ranks interact with one another and whether there are any special gestures or acts of deference one must pay to those higher than them. For example, the Khasi people of Meghalaya (Northern India), are strictly matrillineal. Women run the households, inheritance runs through the female line, and the men of the culture typically defer to their mothers and wives. Here are a few questions to consider:

How is a leader determined within the culture as a whole and the family unit?

Is the culture matriarchal? Patriarchal? Or does gender even matter?

How would one recognise the different ranks?

How would one act around somebody higher ranking? How would somebody he expected to act around somebody lower ranking?

Can one move socially? If not, why? If so, how?

Traditions and Customs

Traditions are a staple in any culture. These can be gestures or living life a certain way or to the way a certain person should look. Traditions are a personal detail to culture, they are what make it important. Tradition can dictate how one should keep their home, run their family, take care of their appearance, act in public and even determine relationship. Tradition can also be a double edged sword. Traditions can also be restrictive and allow a culture to push away a former member if they do not adhere to them, eg Traditional expectations of chastity led to thousands of Irish women being imprisoned at the Magdelene Laundries. Customs could be anything from how one treats another, to how they greet someone.

How important is tradition?

What are some rituals your culture undertakes?

What are some traditional values in your world? Does it effect daily life?

Are there any traditions that determine one's status?

Values and Opinions

Values and Opinions are the bread and butter of any culture. This is the way your culture sees the world and how they approach different life hurdles. These may differ with other cultures and be considered odd to outsiders, what one culture may value another may not and what opinion another holds, one may not. There will be historical and traditional reasons to why these values and opinions are held. Cultures usually have a paragon to which they hold their members to, a list of characteristics that they expect one to if not adhere to then aspire to. The Yoruba people value honesty, hard work, courage and integrity. Here are some questions to consider?

How important are these ethics and core values? Could somebody be ostracised for not living up to them?

What are some morals that clash with other cultures?

What does your culture precieved to be right? Or wrong?

What are some opinions that are considered to be taboo in your culture? Why?

Dress Code

For many cultures, the way somebody dresses can be important. History and ethics can effect how one is meant to be dressed such as an expectation of chastity, can impose strict modesty. While other cultures, put more importance on details, the different sorts of clothes worn and when or what colour one might wear. The Palestinian people (من النهر إلى البحر ، قد يكونون أحرارا) denoted different family ties, marriage status and wealth by the embroidery and detailing on their thoub.

Are there traditional clothes for your world? Are they something somebody wears on a daily basis or just on occasion?

Are there any rules around what people can wear?

What would be considered formal dress? Casual dress?

What would happen if somebody wore the wrong clothes to an event?

Language

Language can also be ingrained as part of a Culture. It can be a specific way one speaks or a an entirely different language. For example, in the Southern States of America, one can engage in a sort of double talk, saying something that sounds sweet whilst delivering something pointed. Bless their heart. I have a post on creating your own language here.

Arts, Music and Craft

Many cultures are known for different styles of dance, their artwork and crafts. Art is a great part of culture, a way for people to express themselves and their culture in art form. Dance can be an integral part of culture, such as céilí dance in Ireland or the Polka in the Czech Republic. Handicrafts could also be important in culture, such as knitting in Scottish culture and Hebron glass in Palestine. Music is also close to culture, from traditional kinds of singing such as the White Voice in Ukraine and the playing of certain instruments such as the mvet.

Food and Diet

The way a culture prepares or intakes or treats certain foods are important to a culture. In some cultures, there is a diet yo adhere to, certain foods are completely banned. With Jewish culture, pork is prohibited along with fish such as sturgeon, along with shellfish and certain fowl. Meat must also be prepared in a certain way and animal byproducts such as dairy, must never be created or even eaten around this meat. This is known as kosher. The way one consumes food is also important to culture. In some cultures, only certain people may eat together. Some cultures place important on how food is eaten. In Nigerian culture, the oldest guests are served first usually the men before the women. In Japanese culture, one must say 'itadakimasu' (I recieve) before eating. Culture may also include fasting, periods of time one doesn't intake food for a specific reason.

What are some traditional dishes in your world?

What would be a basic diet for the common man?

What's considered a delicacy?

Is there a societal difference in diet? What are the factors that effect diet between classes?

Is there any influence from other cuisines? If not, why not? If so, to what extent?

What would a typical breakfast contain?

What meals are served during the day?

What's considered a comfort food or drink?

Are there any restrictions on who can eat what or when?

Are there any banned foods?

What stance does your world take on alcohol? Is it legal? Can anybody consume it?

Are there any dining customs? Are traditions?

Is there a difference in formal meals or casual meals? If so, what's involved?

Are there any gestures or actions unacceptable at the dinner table?

How are guests treated at meals? If they are given deference, how so?

[radiance1]

By all accounts, it shouldn't have worked.

By all bloody accounts, that should not have worked.

Constantine will repeat.

That, by all accounts, should not have worked.

The warehouse was shitty. The materials were shitty. The summoning circle was shitty. The chanting was shitty. The magic was shitty.

By all accounts, the summoning should not have worked.

So Constantine couldn't give much of a shit about really stopping it because the summoning was so shitty it shouldn't have worked by an means possible.

So what. In the ever-loving fuck. Was the Ghost King, known tyrant of the Infinite Realms. Standing in the middle of the circle and not, last he checked, imprisoned?

That was another thing that he thought would have made it fail, actually. Because the Ghost King was incapacitated, asleep, gone, unavailable, nada.

So what. The fuck. Was he doing. Here?

Constantine knew the day was going to well to stay that way but wow. The universe loves to fuck him over, apparently.

Or the Justice League in specific.

Or both.

Doesn't matter, because now he has to bullshit his way out of this or get ready to brawl for his life.

Good thing he's good at both of those things, then.

Mostly the bullshit-

"Phantom what the fuck are you doing-" Constantine wheezed out, watching one of their newest members-a ghost going by the name Phantom-fly over in front of the known tyrant and-

Oh.

Oh, holy shit this won't end well.

Ghost King.

Phantom. A ghost.

Well, shit.

This is fine. This is totally fine. He just needs to bullshit his way out of this or face two powerhouses.

This is fine.

He's done worse.

"Sup War" Phantom said, floating around the summoning circle that contained the king of all ghosts like it wasn't a problem. "Didn't expect to be seeing you here."

"Ward." The Ghost King inclined his head slightly, eyes trained on Phantom. "I would not have come here if not for Time's insistence and I have been meaning to..." The King paused, hands gripping and ungrasping the pommel of his sword. "...Check in... on you."

"Aww, were you worried about lil old meeeee?" Phantom, ever the little shit and holy shit did Constantine want to go over there and shut him up, said. Floating around until he was staring upside down in the Ghost King's face. "Didn't know you were so soft, pa."

"I am not soft." The King huffed, flame dancing at the edges of his hair. "I was merely... concerned. Over how you would be acclimating to your circumstances. This world's League of Justice covers far more than your small haunt."

"Weeeell, it's not that bad honestly." Phantom admitted. "Haven't really done anything too big yet just some smallish things here and there. So, you know." The ghost boy shrugged, swinging back in the air to turn upright and crossing his legs. "Nothing too bad."

"Good." The Ghost King nodded, shoulders slumping so slightly that if Constantine wasn't looking, he wouldn't have seen it. "That is good. Yes. Good." The King slightly cleared his throat, grasping and ungrasping the pommel of his sword.

Silence echoed in the warehouse as the King seemingly looked for words to say.

"Would you..." He cleared his throat again, squaring his shoulders and standing up straighter. "Would you like to join me and Time for a meeting? It has been some time since you had last joined us." The King shifted slightly before adding. "Of course, if you're busy you do not have too."

"Sure." Phantom said, rolling back and forth in the air as he hummed. "Been a while since we've had some family time-"

"Family time?" Constantine caught someone-who he thinks was Green Lantern-say. He was just as bewildered.

"And if Time sent you here then it must be important." Danny paused before shrugging. "Or maybe not, can never know with him. But yea, sure. I'll come."

"Wonderful." The Ghost King smiled. Smiled. At Phantom. "Then I shall. Leave. Now. To do. Things. Yes. Things." The summoning circle flashed a familiar green, the same green when the King was first being summoned. "Goodbye, ward."

"You can call me son, you know."

The King paused for a moment, blinking slowly before hesitantly nodding.

"Then goodbye. Son."

The circle flashed and just like that. The king was gone.

"Kid. What the fuck." Whoever said- okay wait no that was Constantine, him. But yea fuck it he agrees with himself. "What the fuck." He repeated.

Phantom, the brat, only gave him a shit eating grin and a peace sign before disappearing on the spot.

[quantumshade]

there's an interesting thing rtd said from the commentary about the "real mom" line:

i get not liking the line but like. it's an intentional mistake and an intentional character choice, and something we'll return to in the future, and that seems like important context to have when talking about the episode.