#MY WATTPAD STORY

[tahbhie]

How many drafts should you go through before deciding your novel is ready?

There's no specific (official) number, but to create a foundation that ensures you don't burn out quickly, overwork yourself, and get tired of your work, I'll say four. It's the same number I use for my students since most of them have other engagements outside writing that take up a copious amount of their time.

1. Initial or Zero Draft:

This draft is also called the 'just write' draft. Focus on putting that idea down. As the creative juices flow, let it all out. Don't worry about perfection or coherence; the goal is to capture your raw ideas and get the story out of your head and onto the page.

2. Second Draft:

This is the plot draft. Read through what you have written to see if every detail you added was meant to be. Here, you focus on the structure of your story. Ensure that the plot makes sense, the pacing is right, and there are no major plot holes. This is where you might add, remove, or rearrange scenes to improve the overall flow of the narrative.

3. Third Draft:

Character development draft. In this stage, you look deeper into your characters. Make sure their motivations, backgrounds, and arcs are well-defined and consistent. Flesh out their personalities and relationships, ensuring they are compelling and believable. This is also a good time to refine dialogue and make sure it sounds natural and true to each character. That's for this drafting stage.

4. Fourth Draft:

Grammar and punctuation draft. This is the polishing stage. Focus on correcting grammatical errors, punctuation, and spelling mistakes. Pay attention to sentence structure, word choice, and overall readability. This draft is about making your manuscript as clean and professional as possible.

Keep in mind that the goal is to define what completion means for each draft. Once you reach the goal, take a break and return to it for the next drafting stage.

Some writers pay people to carry out some of the drafting stages for them, so if you fall into that category, you might have fewer drafting stages to handle yourself!

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Thank you all for the support 💜!

[colfy-wolfy]

If I wrote a fic about the aftermath of Surv and Monk's family losing two pups at the same moment, would you guys read it?

it'll be filled with a bunch of my headcanons about them and I promise I'll make it interesting story-wise.

happy ending? depends on how generous i am. it'll probably only be a few chaps long. simply for fun!!

[bookloover35]

No more hiding/ Eddie Munson x fem reader.

The sound of the school bell echoed through the halls of Hawkins High, signaling the end of another grueling day. You hurriedly stuffed your textbooks into your backpack, eager to leave before the rush of students flooded the corridors. But just as you were about to slip away, you noticed a familiar mop of dark curls near the lockers at the far end of the hallway.

It was Eddie Munson.

Your heart gave its usual flutter at the sight of him, that strange mix of excitement and nerves that had become all too familiar whenever he was around. You couldn't help it—there was something about his defiant attitude, his refusal to conform to the town's small-minded expectations, that you admired deeply. Even if it meant he was often the target of people's cruelty.

And today was no different.

Jason Carver, the star athlete and self-proclaimed king of Hawkins High, stood in front of Eddie, flanked by his group of sycophantic followers. You couldn't hear their conversation over the noise of passing students, but the mocking tone in Jason's voice was unmistakable. Eddie, of course, was trying to brush it off with that casual, devil-may-care grin he always wore, but you could see the tension in his shoulders.

You clenched your fists. It was always the same—Jason picking on anyone he deemed unworthy of his time, and today, Eddie was the unlucky victim.

Without thinking, you found yourself walking straight towards the group. Your pulse quickened, and you could feel eyes turning in your direction. As you got closer, Jason's voice became clearer.

"Hey, Freakshow," Jason sneered, flicking one of Eddie's Dungeon & Dragons books onto the floor. "Maybe if you stopped playing with your little nerd toys, people would actually take you seriously."

Eddie laughed it off, bending to pick up his book. "Wow, Jason, you really got me there," he said with mock enthusiasm. "Do you come up with these zingers all by yourself or do you have a team?"

Jason's smile faltered, and you could see that familiar flash of anger in his eyes. He took a step closer, shoving Eddie against the lockers. That was the final straw.

"Back off, Jason!" you shouted, your voice ringing louder than you'd intended. The crowd that had gathered to watch the drama turned to look at you, their eyes widening in surprise.

Jason paused, taken aback. He hadn't expected anyone—especially not you—to intervene. You were usually the quiet, stay-in-the-background kind of student, and for a moment, even Eddie seemed stunned.

"What's the matter, Carver?" you continued, stepping between him and Eddie. "Is bullying the only way you can feel important?"

Jason's eyes narrowed. "Stay out of this, princess," he spat, clearly annoyed by your interference. "This is between me and the freak."

You didn't back down. "I'm not going anywhere. And if you keep this up, I'll make sure Principal Higgins hears all about it." You shot him a glare, daring him to test you.

Jason's jaw clenched, but after a tense moment, he seemed to decide it wasn't worth the trouble. "Whatever," he muttered, turning to his lackeys. "Let's go. This freak isn't worth it."

As the jocks slinked away, the tension in the air finally broke. The other students, sensing that the show was over, began to disperse, whispering among themselves.

You turned back to Eddie, who was staring at you with wide eyes. "You okay?" you asked, feeling your cheeks heat up now that the adrenaline was wearing off.

"Uh, yeah," Eddie replied, his usual cocky demeanor replaced by something softer, almost... awed? "Didn't know you had that in you."

You shrugged, trying to play it cool despite the way your heart was racing. "Well, someone had to do something. I'm tired of watching them treat you like crap."

Eddie's smile returned, but this time it was genuine. "I appreciate it. Seriously. Most people just pretend I don't exist, let alone stick their neck out for me." He paused, his eyes flickering to yours. "Guess I owe you one, huh?"

You waved a hand dismissively. "Nah, you don't owe me anything, Eddie." But before you could stop yourself, you added, "I just... I hate seeing people hurt you. You don't deserve it."

For a moment, you both stood there, the bustling noise of the school fading into the background. Eddie's gaze softened, and he tilted his head as if seeing you for the first time.

"Hey," he said quietly, taking a small step closer. "If I didn't know better, I'd think you actually cared about me, sweetheart."

You let out a breathy laugh, trying to hide the way your heart skipped at the pet name. "Maybe I do," you admitted, feeling your cheeks burn under his intense gaze.

Eddie's eyes widened slightly, but then his expression shifted into that trademark grin. "Well, that's interesting," he said, leaning against the lockers with a newfound swagger. "Because, if you haven't noticed, I might be a bit interested in you too."

You blinked, not quite believing your ears. Was he serious? The Eddie Munson, the boy who made your heart race, was actually interested in you?

"Tell you what," he continued, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "how about I make it up to you for saving my ass today? There's a new horror flick playing at the drive-in this weekend. Maybe you and I could... you know, check it out?"

You couldn't stop the grin that spread across your face. "Yeah," you said, trying to keep your voice steady You could feel your heart beating faster as you looked at Eddie, still trying to make sense of what was happening. He was smiling at you, his dark eyes twinkling with that familiar mix of mischief and warmth. You had always been drawn to him, but to hear him admit he was interested in you? It felt like a dream.

You nodded quickly, unable to hide the smile that stretched across your face. "I'd like that," you replied, your voice softer now. You could feel a flutter in your chest at the thought of spending time with him outside of school—just the two of you.

Eddie's grin widened. "Great," he said, his tone light but with an underlying sincerity. "It's a date then."

Your heart did a little flip at the word. "Yeah," you whispered, "a date."

The school bell rang, signaling the end of the day. Most of the students had already left, but you and Eddie stood there for a moment longer, both of you smiling like you had all the time in the world.

"You know," Eddie said, breaking the silence, "I think I might owe you more than just a movie night. You really saved me from Jason today."

You shook your head. "You don't owe me anything, Eddie. I just... didn't want to see you get hurt."

Eddie's expression softened, and for a moment, the usual sarcasm and bravado melted away. He took a step closer, his voice quieter now, more earnest than you'd ever heard it. "I don't think I've ever had anyone really stand up for me before. Not like that."

You met his gaze, feeling the warmth between you grow stronger. "Well, maybe you deserve someone who does," you said, your words almost a whisper.

Eddie seemed to be lost in your eyes for a moment, his smile turning into something deeper. "Maybe I do," he said, his voice barely audible. "And maybe that someone is you."

Your heart fluttered again, and this time, you didn't try to hide it. You both knew what was happening—there was a spark, something undeniable. You'd been drawn to Eddie for so long, and now, it seemed he felt the same way.

"Well, Eddie Munson," you said with a teasing smile, "I guess we'll see where this goes."

Eddie grinned, his usual confident self returning. "Oh, I think it's going to go somewhere pretty damn good," he said, his eyes shining with excitement.

As the two of you finally made your way out of the school together, you felt like you were walking on air. No more hiding your feelings, no more watching him from the sidelines. Today, you'd stood up for him—and in doing so, you'd found something even more meaningful in return.

The beginning of something real.

[hheisa]

There was no trigger warning to prepare me for what I just read🧍

[amkyor]

K. BAKUGO SHORT STORY

Note: Bakugo fanfiction is out with a new chapter right now!! Go check it out!! Link at the end of this post!!

Exhausted Affection:

The clock on the wall ticked softly, marking the passage of yet another exhausting day.

The sky outside was painted in hues of deep orange and pink, signaling the day's end.

You stood in the kitchen, quietly humming to yourself as you moved about, preparing something simple for dinner.

The warm light from the overhead lamp bathed the room in a soft glow, making the space feel cozy and inviting.

The sound of the front door opening and closing echoed through the house, followed by the familiar rustle of Katsuki’s keys being tossed onto the entryway table.

You didn’t turn around, already accustomed to his nightly routine after returning from patrol.

“Welcome home,” you called out over your shoulder, your voice light and cheerful.

There was no immediate reply, but you heard the heavy thud of his boots being kicked off and the soft padding of his socked feet against the floor.

Moments later, you felt his presence behind you—a comforting, steady warmth that you didn’t need to see to recognize.

Before you could turn around, strong, calloused hands slid around your waist, pulling you gently but firmly back into a solid chest.

His arms wrapped around you completely, locking you in place as he rested his head against the back of your shoulder.

“Katsuki?” you asked softly, your hands instinctively moving to rest over his.

He didn’t reply right away.

Instead, he let out a deep, tired sigh, his breath warm against your neck.

His grip tightened slightly, as though he was afraid you might slip away if he didn’t hold on tight enough.

“I’m tired,” he muttered finally, his voice low and rough from the long day.

You smiled softly, your fingers tracing small circles over the back of his hands. “I can tell,” you said gently. “You’re home now, though. You can relax.”

“Yeah,” he murmured, his lips brushing against the crook of your neck.

A shiver ran down your spine as his mouth lingered there, pressing soft, lingering kisses against your skin.

He wasn’t in a rush; every kiss was deliberate, as though he was savoring the moment.

His lips were warm and slightly chapped, a stark contrast to the softness of your skin.

“Katsuki…” you whispered, your voice tinged with both affection and amusement.

“Shut up,” he mumbled against your neck, his tone lacking any real bite. “Lemme stay like this.”

You chuckled softly, leaning back into his embrace.

His hands shifted slightly, one settling on your waist while the other moved up to rest just below your collarbone.

The weight of his arm was comforting, grounding you in the moment.

“You smell good,” he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.

You felt your cheeks heat up at his unexpected comment, and you couldn’t help but laugh lightly. “It’s just the soap,” you replied, trying to downplay it.

“Don’t care,” he said simply, pressing another kiss to your neck. “You smell good.”

For a moment, the two of you stood there in silence, swaying slightly as his body relaxed against yours.

You could feel the tension in his muscles slowly melting away, replaced by the warmth of your shared connection.

“You’re gonna fall asleep like this,” you teased, glancing down at his hands still wrapped around you.

“Wouldn’t be the worst thing,” he replied, his tone soft and uncharacteristically tender.

You turned your head slightly, just enough to catch a glimpse of his face.

His eyes were closed, his usually sharp features softened by exhaustion and contentment.

You couldn’t resist leaning forward to press a kiss to his temple, your lips lingering there for a moment.

“Come on,” you said gently, reaching up to run your fingers through his hair. “Let’s sit down for a bit. You’ve had a long day.”

He groaned softly but reluctantly loosened his grip, allowing you to turn around in his arms.

His crimson eyes met yours, and for a moment, the world outside seemed to fade away.

“Thanks,” he said quietly, his voice barely audible but filled with sincerity.

You smiled, cupping his face in your hands. “Always,” you replied.

Taking his hand in yours, you led him over to the couch, where he immediately pulled you down beside him.

Once again, his arms found their way around you, holding you close as though you were his anchor.

And as the two of you sat there, wrapped up in each other’s warmth, the weight of the day seemed to lift, leaving only peace in its place.

BAKUGO FANFICTION

[nobodysdaydreams]

Me: *Knows that Y/N means “your name” and is supposed to be a substitute placeholder for the reader’s name because it’s been explained to me so often*

Me: *Sees another tumblr post with Y/N in it*

Me: “Ah yes. The infamous multi fandom character “Yes/No” is at it again.”

[choppedsouldreamer]

My Crazed SMG4 art I was working on for ages!, the speedpaint for this will explain it all since I was doing the planning faze for what he would look like first when he was possessed by Mr Puzzles, drew a base but didn't like it then got both ideas at once plus I didn't like it in my usual plain style so did it like I did the WOTFI drawings of 3 and 4, creating this! I hope you like it and this may be my first ever video on my channel if I can figure it out! Enjoy the art as always! (I experimented with so many brushes you have no idea and it's my first time doing glitch effects so don't judge me-)

[sunnypopoki]

Some Young Kieran art I did like.. uh- six months ago? I don’t remember 💀 I wanna redo it. He has a big cranium in this LMFAO

(Idk his age in this- just baby Kieran)

[knizuu]

WIP…

[baudouinette]

Lluna & Baudouin ❤️‍🩹⚜️👑👸🏽🤴🏼

from Heaven Can't Wait / AO3

[six-white-venus]

on death, on grief

bungou stray dogs- s2// anne carson// bungou stray dogs- s2//tell me something about yourself by @six-white-venus//war of foxes, richard silken//bungou stray dogs//wandavision//madeline miller//house md, s6e9//john green// house md s4ep16

[darkeeveeanimatesus]

The Rise of Phantom has been updated once more! Check out Chapter 13: Not Playing Around!

Ao3 HERE

Wattpad HERE

[motherofplatypus]

Grimpulse headcanon: Impulse once thrown himself onto the bed with Grian on it and it launched the poor guy across the shopping district. Its been three weeks and he's still sleeping on the couch.

[bookloover35]

A Recipe for Protection- Sanji x fem reader.

The scent of sizzling butter and fresh bread filled the Baratie's bustling dining hall. You, the daughter of Zeff, moved with practiced grace, balancing trays loaded with steaming plates of food. Your father had drilled you in the art of waitressing since you could carry a plate, and though the work was hard, you loved it.

You had long since accepted the whispers of the occasional rude customer. As a plus-size woman, people always seemed to think they had a right to comment on your body. You tried to brush it off, reminding yourself that you were more than their words. But some days, it still stung.

One pair of eyes, however, never looked at you with anything but admiration. Sanji, the restaurant's charming sous-chef, seemed to be watching you from the kitchen pass every chance he got. His blue eyes followed you as you moved, the corner of his lips curving into a smile each time you caught him staring.

"Sanji, you're burning the damn sauce!" one of the other chefs barked, snapping him out of his daydream.

"Ah, merde!" Sanji scrambled to rescue the pot. His mind wandered to you too often, but he couldn't help it. Everything about you fascinated him—your confidence, your laugh, your kindness. Even when customers were cruel, you never let it show. Sanji admired that strength, but he hated that you had to endure it at all.

The evening rush was winding down when it happened. A pompous man, dressed in fine clothes but with an ugly sneer on his face, waved you over.

"Excuse me, waitress," he said, his tone dripping with disdain. "How much butter do you eat to look like that? I can practically see the grease on my plate."

Time seemed to freeze. You felt your cheeks burn, your mouth opening and closing as you struggled to find a response. The dining hall grew quieter as the nearby patrons took notice, their gazes heavy on you.

Before you could say anything, a loud crash came from the kitchen as Sanji burst through the doors. His usually calm and suave demeanor was nowhere to be found. He stalked toward the table, fists clenched, his blue eyes blazing with fury.

"Oi," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "What the hell did you just say?"

The man blinked, surprised by Sanji's sudden appearance. "I—uh—I was just—"

"You were just being a disrespectful piece of trash," Sanji snapped, slamming his hands on the table. "Do you have any idea who you're talking to? She's worth ten of you. Hell, a hundred."

"Sanji," you whispered, trying to tug him back. He ignored you, standing protectively in front of you like a knight shielding his queen.

The man stammered, his bravado crumbling under Sanji's glare. "I—I didn't mean any harm. I'll just—"

"You'll shut your mouth, eat your food, and leave," Sanji snarled. "And if I ever see you here again, you'll regret it."

Before the man could respond, another voice cut through the tension like a knife.

"What's going on here?" Zeff's towering figure loomed over the scene, his crutch tapping against the floor as he approached. His eyes landed on you first, softening with concern, before narrowing at the customer.

"This piece of garbage insulted her," Sanji said, still fuming. "And I'm making sure he knows he's not welcome here."

Zeff's face darkened. "You insult my daughter?" His voice was cold, deadly calm. The room seemed to shrink under the weight of it. The man paled, shrinking back in his chair.

"I—I didn't realize she was your daughter," the man stuttered, clearly terrified.

Zeff snorted. "Doesn't matter if she's my daughter or the Queen of the Grand Line. You treat her with respect, or you deal with me."

The man scrambled to his feet, tossing some money onto the table. "I'll just go," he mumbled, fleeing for the exit as fast as his legs could carry him.

As the dining hall erupted into whispers, Zeff turned to you, his hard expression softening. "You okay, kid?"

You nodded, though your hands were trembling. "I'm fine, Dad."

Zeff placed a heavy hand on your shoulder. "Good. You let me know if anyone else gives you trouble, got it?"

"Yes, Dad."

Sanji, still standing close to you, finally relaxed. He reached out, his fingers brushing against your arm. "Are you sure you're alright, Y/N?" he asked softly, his earlier anger replaced with concern.

You looked up at him, touched by his protectiveness. "I'm okay, Sanji. Thank you."

His cheeks turned pink, and he quickly lit a cigarette to cover his embarrassment. "Anytime, love."

That night, as the Baratie quieted and the staff cleaned up, Sanji found you sitting on the deck, staring out at the sea. He hesitated before approaching, holding out a cup of tea.

"For you," he said, sitting down beside you. "Thought you could use something warm after today."

You smiled, taking the cup. "Thanks, Sanji."

He rubbed the back of his neck, unsure of how to say what was on his mind. Finally, he sighed. "I meant what I said earlier. You're incredible, Y/N. And anyone who can't see that is an idiot."

Your heart swelled at his words. "Thank you, Sanji. That means a lot."

He grinned, leaning back on his hands. "Well, I can't let some idiot ruin your day, can I? That's my job—to make you smile."

You laughed, the tension from earlier finally melting away. As the moonlight reflected off the waves, you realized that maybe, just maybe, Sanji felt the same way about you as you did about him.

The End

[nightmare-niko]

Bestfriend!SejanusPlinth Headcanons

Warnings: tbosas spoilers, idiots in love, tooth rotting amounts of fluff

A/n: THERE ARE LIKE NO GIFS FOR SEJANUS your honor I love him. The more I read the book the more and more I’m just absolutely in love with Sejanus, like he’s my baby 😖

Copying or translating my writing is not allowed. If you see my work on another site it is stolen. Reblogs are appreciated and encouraged.

Bestfriend!Sejanus who hides behind you in social settings, even though he's much taller than you.

“Sej, what are you doing…”

“I’m hiding.”

“Everyone can see you- you’re taller than me…”

“No they can’t shut up.”

Bestfriend!Sejanus who will always buy something it it reminds him of you.

Bestfriend!Sejanus who insists on wearing matching clothes with you if you have an event to go to.

Bestfriend!Sejanus who never corrects someone when they call you his partner.

Bestfriend!Sejanus who picks any flower if its your favorite color (you’ve started to collect them).

Bestfriend!Sejanus who will always protect you from your clumsy tendencies:

hand over table corners, sidewalk rule, making your shoes are tied— because he knows you’ll forget—Steading you when you trip over said untied shoes.

Bestfriend!Sejanus Who casually flirts with you even though he Swears he isn’t into you like that.

Bestfriend!Sejanus who insists on calling you the cutest nicknames instead of your actual name.

“Honey” “princess/prince” “peach” “gorgeous”

Bestfriend!Sejanus who almost goes into cardiac arrest when you first kiss him out of the blue:

At First it was just a peck, but When you pulled back, you could see his pupils expand in his honey brawn eyes so you just had to pull him back in for a better kiss. You could feel his heart beating from the close proximity:

“Woah”

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[just-b-wilde]

Five ✘ Lila • Survival

AO3 | Wattpad

They were ready for the end, but it was only the beginning. The Hargreeves family has survived another apocalypse, but now they face another difficult task: sort out all their private problems and wrongs they thought they would never have time to resolve. A story about how they would all deal with what happened between Five and Lila and what their future could be... The original one-shot grew into a more comprehensive story.

Thank you so much for the perfect art for my story, I love it, Bloody Plunder @bloodyplunder! ❤️🥰😍