#delgado pov

[fangbangerghoul]

WIP WED EVEN THO IM SLACKIN

some wip of Fleeting Pleasures but like....not exactly the next chapter? chapter 7 will be released at a date and time I cannot provide BUT while you wait feel free to catch up or reread the story!

Fleeting Pleasures

He heard the water turn on from afar as he still focused on calming his temper, his breathing. He was angry, livid, at the truth that spilled from her mouth. She was a traitor all along and she slipped past his defenses so easily. It was shameful for him to think about and the hit in his pride just consumed his thoughts. He stood in his room looking out the window to the black sea of stars that was out there tapping his foot while his jaw felt so tight and rigid. She had a hold over him that he was trying to shake off. Her whimpers, the way her mouth and skin tasted, everything about her had him feeling like he could lose himself inside of her for hours more. Delgado knew he was rough with her, not as rough as he could have been. She took him all of him, submitted to him even if it was in exchange for her own sweet release, and watching her underneath him was sublime.

‘That fucking bitch’ The thought repeated within his mind in annoyance and frustration. Delgado was trying to think of anything else but then he heard her faintly get into his personal shower and soft whine came from her. A whine probably from the pain and soreness within her tender muscles, he thought begrudgingly. He was able to tell she hadn’t cleaned herself in a few days with how much blood and dirt was caked onto her skin and in her hair. Delgado wondered if Ghoul even ate in the last few days. Several of his assigned contacts that kept tabs for him within The Key would always comment on the obscene amount of aurora she had been ingesting, something that needed to end if he was going to utilize her to her fullest potential. 

Delgado knew he couldn’t kill her. He acknowledged if she was anybody else, he would without a second thought. The UC had made several attempts in the past to get past the defenses of the Crimson Fleet and most were painfully obvious from any perspective that wasn’t military. The last attempt the man had faltered so easily with his lies and his attempts to be something he was not. After the third time hesitating with an order Delgado was swift to fire his gun directly into the traitor's head. It was as if she belonged within the Fleet and everything about her was the complete opposite of what the UC SysDef’s or Ranger’s could ever produce. Ghoul was a wild card, she did not shy from violence or moral ambiguity, and at the end of the day was more ruthless than some of the members he had with him over the years.

[themagisterprotocol]

Theeeteeeeee, don't ignore the question!

I- I don't recognise these corridors. The rooms are all wrong. Misplaced. Oh. Oh no. Not again.

What is it with him and labyrinthine schemes?...

[misshcrror]

AFRODITE E EROS APRESENTAM: 

         𝕿𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖚𝖘 𝕿𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊𝖉𝖞 !!!

yasemin solak ( vocal + guitarra base ) joseph barker ( guitarra solo ) @d4rkwater  lee hwon ( baixo + segunda voz ) @hwoness  mavis delgado ( bateria ) @chasingmavis  + james herrera ( empresário ) @jamesherr

  setlist.      //      playlist.

Personagens que receberam declaração e/ou foram mencionados: Brooklyn (@mcdameb), Raynar (@zeusraynar), Aidan (@aidankeef), Calista (@likethemo0n), Fahriye (@opiummist), Maeve (@ghcstlly), Tadeu (@nemesiseyes), Éloi  (@maximeloi), Héktor (@somaisumsemideus),  Aslan (@leaozinho), Pietra (@pips-plants), Kit (@kitdeferramentas), Natalia (@pavlcva), Sawyer (@windynwild), Jae (@techniicollor), Kitty (@kittybt), Josh (@deathpoiscn), Estelle (@stellesawyr), Veronica (@mcronnie).

Devido ao tamanho do texto, o POV será disponibilizado num link para melhor leitura.

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@silencehq.

[atonalginger]

Snippet Sunday!

It's Sunday and I have a snippet! Honestly I have many things I could share as snippets but I've been doing my best to keep them under wraps because of potential spoilers to the dlc and also just not sharing the whole story before I start releasing it. But the snippet from Cora's adventure isn't spoilers for the dlc. It's a peek into what Becker is dealing with at the moment.

Okay so this is actually two snippets. The first is a debriefing from Fox through the eyes/ears of Delgado and the second is Becker POV. Tied loosely to events in the dlc but no major spoilers for the game. Small zealots spoiler warning if you are avoiding everything.

I'm generally tagging anyone who sees this and has something they want to share. I know we all have shit going on, the world is on fire and we're just trying to make it day to day. No pressure and much love for you all.

Snippet #1

“Care to tell us why you look like someone died?” Bella asked. She stepped away, her fingers trailing over Del’s shoulder one more time before she was out of reach.

“Technically someone did,” Fox said softly, “just not anyone directly tied to our current problem.”

“Someone got Becker?” Delgado asked quickly.

Fox shook his head, “no, they’re fine. Physically that is. No, someone dear to them was killed. And…I get the feeling it’s connected.”

“Que?” Delgado asked as he stood the cup of pens back up and grabbed the collection to drop them back inside.

The Ranger looked to Bella, the lights of the office glistening off his watery eyes, “you remember Ma and Pa Preacher?”

“Yeah, sort of a kooky couple,” Bella nodded and sat down on the arm of the black couch, “Zoya was distant, always seeming to be touching or rubbing that little gold snake pendant she had. Ruben was more outgoing and friendly, if a little odd. I remember Becker was always pretty close with their Dad, even when he disapproved of their smuggling and other illicit activities.”

Fox nodded and swallowed hard, “Zoya killed him.”

Bella sat in stunned silence, her jaw hanging open as she stared wide eyed at her dear friend.

“Happened a few weeks ago,” Fox continued, “left a message for Becker to meet her once she solved a riddle left on the slate. Something about uncovering the solution proving her loyalty to the ‘true House Va’ruun’.”

“Why?” Bella managed to ask, “Ruben was a good man. Loyal and loving. A kind soul.”

“Short answer is he went native,” Fox looked back to the plant, “Becker laid it all out for me everything they knew, and…well it explained some. Left me with more questions than answers but…”

“What’s the long answer?” Delgado asked, “you mentioned you thought this was loosely connected to our wayward teens?”

Fox’s head bobbed back and forth as he quietly put his words together and collected his emotions. Ruben Preacher was clearly an important person to him too. The man’s death struck at the heart. The ranger sniffed and stepped away from the window, slowly scuffing his way to the chair across the desk from Delgado,

“Apparently Ruben isn’t actually his name. Nor is Preacher. That was just the name he, they, used to draw less attention to themselves. His name was Ruvim. They were the Popescu family. Loyal to House Ma’leen.”

“House Ma’leen?” Delgado made a face.

Snippet #2

They’d expected to be forced to ride out to Va’ruun’kai in one of the zealot’s ships. They were unvetted with a reputation that most definitely proceeded them. No way they would give a Freestar Ranger and infamous smuggler the coordinates to their secret homeworld. That would be ridiculous. And yet there Becker sat in the cockpit of their own ship spinning up their drive.

Zoya had talked Becker up, insisting their work for the Rangers was a boom to the zealots, despite the pile of zealot bodies they’d created just since joining the ranks. Their connection to the rangers could be leveraged once the plans were in motion, Becker was told as they were briefed; their mother had made big promises in Becker’s Ma’leen name.

The smuggling didn’t end up bothering them too much, which made sense after a fashion. Smuggling was a large part of House Ma’leen’s survival. It was also the whole reason Zoya and dad were on Akila. Their experience getting in and out of sketchy situations with nary a scratch would be useful with what was coming. Or so they were told.

Becker hadn’t realized how high up the ranks Zoya was within the House. They knew she was special, what with all the visitors coming and going from the homestead growing up, but they figured that had to do with the shipments. Which was still part of it but a decent chunk of the visitors were there to receive orders. The number of House Ma’leen she answered to was small, their mother apparently commanding a fleet of zealots from the southern savanna of Akila.

Pa had begged them in his final slate to not follow her. To mourn him and channel their anger into their work with the Rangers. To protect their neighbors. To protect themself and their friends. Now that they were knee deep in zealot shit they saw why. But that didn’t matter to Becker. They would find Zoya and avenge their dad. She would not get to continue on like nothing happened, like none of it mattered. Like all those years on Akila meant nothing. She would answer for stealing Becker’s Pa away like that. For not even giving them a chance to say goodbye.

The hum of the drive fell away as the white of the jump faded from their eyes, a hauntingly beautiful planet before them. Then a familiar voice came over the comms, the pleased lilt to her voice boiling Becker’s blood, “Marijeta, dear. You are right on time. I’m transmitting coordinates now, move before Dazra picks up your signature.”

“I know how to evade detection, Mother,” Becker said flatly.

“Yes,” she said, the barest hint of embarrassment present, “yes of course. We must remain vigilant. Soon enough we will control this planet but until that day—“

“The Great Serpent protects,” Becker said, cutting her off, “which I assume is why your hideout is on Dazra’s doorstep?”

“They are too busy wailing and gnashing their teeth over the Great Serpent’s judgment to do much about it, if they knew we were here,” Zoya said, “the path is clearing and soon enough we will strike.”

“What exactly is the Serpent’s Judgment? Bosko mentioned it during the briefing but wouldn’t elaborate.”

“You will see soon enough,” Zoya answered, “keep your eyes to the north as you come in to land. You will not miss it.”

[theamazingmaddyas]

I've been thinking a lot about the Valdez family—and not just Sammy, Esperanza, and Leo—so I decided to make my own in depth Valdez family list with headcanons (obviously, since some we don't even know the name of)

Sammy Valdez was born in New Orleans, Louisiana. He was the first in his family to be born in the United States, his parents having immigrated from Mexico right before he was born.

Sammy's wife (Leo's bisabuela), Otília Delgado-Fuentes, was born in the Dominican Republic and immigrated to Houston as a teenager with her parents. She met Sammy at his shop when her car broke down and the rest in history. She ended up working the business side of Sammy's shop, selling spare parts, as well as putting in transactions for what Sammy was doing.

In addition to Sammy Jr. (I'm just gonna be calling him Samuel for the sake of simplicity for now on), I think they had three editional kids: the others being Emilio, Aleyda, and Evangelina. Samuel was the eldest, followed by Aleyda, Emilio, and finally, Evangelina.

Samuel, as well as Evangelina, followed in their father's footsteps and became mechanics. Aleyda became a writer, and Emilio helped his mother run the business portion of the shop. Both Emilio and Aleyda decided to attend college, while Samuel and Evangelina did an informal trade school under their father's tutegale.

Aleyda moved away to New York and married a fellow latine writer named Salvador García, and barely keeps in touch with the family. They have no children.

Emilio married a woman named Martha Delacruz and had three children—Silvia, Estefania, and Enrique.

Evangelina never married, instead focusing on her career. She was Esperanza's favorite person when Esperanza was a girl, and her biggest inspiration, and also adored Leo. I haven't decided why or how, but unfortunetely, Evangelina died sometime before Esperanza, because I'm convinced she would have fought tooth and nail to get custody of Leo if she was there.

Samuel, of course, had two daughters, Rosa and Esperanza. Samuel married Margarita Rosa Iglesias-Perez, a Mexican immigrant who went to Houston to attend college.

Rosa, in addition to Raphael (who Leo mentions in Mark of Athena, I believe) has two more children, María Rosa and Carmen with her husband, Matías Cisneros-Cortez.

Esperanza, obviously, has just Leo, who is the eldest of Sammy's great-grandkids, as stated in Mark of Athena. Some childhood Leo Valdez headcanons of mine is that he attended a bilingual school up until third grade (we know why third grade) and that he had to be taken to another classroom during math because he would act out due to boredom. (He has ADHD and was at a college math level at 8, of course he'd be bored.)

These next three are future, or my headcanon for Leo's kids, so if you were just here for the possibly canon-compliant ones, that's over! I'm totally fine with people using the previous name headcanons in fics without giving me credit, as it is just names, but I'd appreciate it if people tell me about some Valdez family fics! I'm always looking for some, and have only read like one or two. However, for Leo's children, if you take more than just their names, I'd appreciate the tag. I've had them since like 2016, and am really attached, even though some details have changed a lot since then (example being, back then, I thought canon couples were infallible and I had to make them Leo and Calypso's kids, when now, they're just Leo's).

This part is detailed in my Solangelo future fic, Surprise? but my favorite hc of all time is aro/ace Leo who adopts demigods to give them the childhood he deserved. So all three are demigods (children of Hephaestus as well, because I think that's fitting) and Leo's a single father who gets help from everyone at Waystation.

The eldest is Madalena Esperanza, who has her own POV in Surprise? in Chapter 7: Leo and Calypso's Garage: Auto Repair and Mechanical Monsters. She was born in Portland, Oregan, and her mother died of childbirth. With no other living family members, Hephaestus took her to Waystation to see if Emmie and Jo could take her (as Leo was still in college, at 20), but Leo saw her and instantly realized that he wanted to adopt her because he saw bits of baby him in her, and had the funds to as he was working part time at a local mechanic shop on weekends that paid decent, and Emmie and Jo were able to help. Madalena was the name her mother had planned to give her, and Leo added Esperanza when he officially adopted her. Random fact about her is she grows up to be an Olympic level skateboarder, and Leo built her a few pipes to practice.

Next, also in Surprise? is Leo's middle, Aidan. His story is detailed almost completely in the fic—his bio mother didn't want a kid and was going to give him up for adoption so Hephaestus went to Leo to ask him if he wanted to adopt another kid. Leo said yes, and him and Lena went to Illinois to pick him up from the hospital. His bio mother also didn't want to name him, so Leo and Lena did.

Finally, not in Surprise? is Emilia. Leo's youngest, who's seven years younger than Aidan, and thirteen younger than Lena, so she's not present in the fic, but is special in my heart. Her bio parent, like Lena's, died in childbirth, and Hephaestus once again asked Leo if he had room for one more kid. She was born in Miami, Florida.

So, there's my Valdez family tree! Again, feel free to use everyone in your fic, but Lena, Aidan, and Emilia are my children so I'd like a tag for them.

[sclfmastery]

Quickfire hot take but, even though I totally grasp each of us having favorite regens of the doctor and the master, both individually and together, as symbols of their ever-evolving positions along their personal and relationship journey.... I will never ever understand fan (or canon...) portrayals that draw such a sharp line of favoritism from the characters themselves.

Missy said "they're all the Doctor to me" when recalling a memory to Clara, and to me that encapsulates the enduring nature of their intense bond. To me that is THE line. Regeneration is a form of death and rebirth, but certain core traits are immutable, particularly to two people who are narrative foils, who have known each other for centuries (or possibly millennia) and keep being thrown together by fate again and again and again.

Bottom line is, every Doctor is the same person, and so is every Master. Acting as though one of them only cares for select versions of the other is just so strange to me. They aren't us. To them, it's just like loving (or hating, or both) someone through the eras of their life. Their same life, broken down into stages od evolution and devolution. It's the same person.

I can point to the exact episode (a lol very polarizing episode in Series 10) where I think this "they're not the same person from face to face" trend got exponentially more pronounced, but anyone who knows me knows what that episode is. I truly believe it's a disservice to every version of every Doctor and Master involved.

And I really don't think that Spydoc, which came soon thereafter, is just the playing-out of the consequences of a MASSIVE miscommunication between soul mates. It IS that, but not JUST. I think all of the writing about Thoschei that followed the exacerbating episode was trying to force this inaccurate distortion, this illusion of separateness, which is part of what made the events in Power of the Doctor so painful to Thoschei fans. The Doctor walked away from the Master (literally and figuratively, ironically inviting his inevitable despair--and her own demise) partly out of understandable hurt and rage and caution, but also out of a cold, repulsed misunderstanding: "Missy was willing to change and you regressed, you're a different person than she was, and you have angered me to the point of indifference; I am able to turn off caring about you because you are unrecognizable from her, the version of you that I could control save."

Maybe Whittaker's response is intended by Chibnall: we're supposed to recognize that she's wrong but HAS to be in order to survive another betrayal by the Master, which is what makes it all so tragic.

But I think fan reception has taken the whole thing ( "each Doctor and each Master is an entirely discrete self-contained being") too far, and it bothers me, so much, I think, because it's a trope that enforces the idea that love is transactional and contingent (in such a way that also perhaps unwittingly targets the socially, culturally, and economically marginalized). If you're the "good, small, manageable version" of yourself, then you're easier to love, and it's worth the investment. Otherwise, "you gambled and you lost," and you deserve to die lying in the filth of your own poor decisions. I get why that's an appealing, vindicting plot device, from the POV of an audience member who has felt hurt or even abused IRL. I understand it, I've BEEN the Doctor many times. It just doesn't sit well with me. Maybe that's just me. I could be at peace with that, as a Whovian :P.

But, in-universe, it's based on a premise that's factually erroneous! Dhawan's Master IS Missy IS Delgado IS Simm IS Jacobi IS Ainley IS Roberts IS Beevers etc etc etc. Just as Whittaker's Doctor is a RESPONSE to Capaldi's, but ALSO still IS Capaldi's. And Tennant's. And Baker's (x2). And Eccleston's. And Gatwa's. And Pertwee's. Etc etc. Dhawan's Master was the Prime Minister of the UK and also made chairs that eat people and also cried remembering the names of people she killed. It's the SAME PERSON.

Lol, not quickfire at all. It's an old bone to pick, I know. I just can't stop finding the whole trope...very itchy.

(ok to reblog...dunno if anyone would, LOL, but feel free to reblog and to comment).

I'm gonna tag some ppl I know I've chatted about this with before to see if there are new insights. And feel completely free to disagree with me on any count. @natalunasans @mostincrediblechange @drummingncise @modernwizard @nickcagestrufflehog @rearranging-deck-chairs @koschei-no-more @likeacharacterinamusical

[loriane-elmuerto]

POV: you just got Incredibly lucky

Aminata Clarmonte (SW) | Carmen Delgado (OP)

got tagged by @rhettsabbott to make some of the clowns in this picrew, so naturally I chose the two queens with biggest hoe energy, thank you Macy!!! 💋

gonna tag (taglist to opt in/out for future content if you want!):

@shellibisshe, @rolangf, @ghostfvcker, @roofgeese, @imogenkol

@queennymeria, @florbelles, @jackiesarch, @risingsh0t

@countessrooster, @lucky-107, @unholymilf, @cryptcombat

@cptcassian, @thedeadthree, @belorage, @carrionsflower

and anyone else who wants to participate! (i'm sorry if I missed anyone, consider yourselves tagged!!)

[ao3gobi17]

Hello, I have three questions about Custody: 1. If Spider were vegan or vegetarian, would Quaritch respect it?

2. How exactly did Quaritch escape? Somehow I didn't get it

3. If Paz hadn't died, would she and Quatitch have wanted to have their "own" child? By "own" I mean that they are both biological, not that I exclude Spider 🩷

Those are good questions!

They likely have enough variety food-wise to keep him fed if he has dietary requirements. I do think Quaritch would want to know why he's vegan or vegetarian and if he thought the answer was silly then he'd be planning to talk him out of it - but in the short term, if it made Spider comfortable and he was still eating, I don't think it would be big issue.

2. Spider doesn't know - Delgado didn't tell him and he's never asked! I hadn't specifically planned it out, but I'd probably use the same trick that I used in *spoiler* my fic Kim's Seven, which is to work on the weak link in the chain which is the human part. So likely there were bomb threats or warnings about gas leaks or something equally worriesome in the lead up to the escape (these warnings coming from the recoms by letter or hacking email). This was heightened to the point where the prison staff were all on edge and expecting a bomb (or gas leak or similar). That way when the recoms either detonated an explosive near the prison or just arrived saying they're there to deal with the expected emergency (dressed up for the part) the prison staff would bypass protocol and let them and their vehicle in because it would appear time-sensitive. I'm sure there was more to it than that, if I'd been writing from Q's POV I'd have had to figure out a lot more logistics!

3. There's no question that they at least discussed it. I reckon that if they'd wanted one they probably would have had one before Spider was seven (or Q might have referenced it as a wish that went unfulfilled). So I reckon they were just totally satisfied being a family of three at that point. Q was besotted with Spider and maybe there was a bit of him that was afraid he wouldn't love a second child as much. Plus they were both able to spend more time on Spider if there wasn't a baby around. I do think they went back and forth on it a bit before ultimately deciding against though!

<3

[0-numa-0]

Oigan oigan! Se que casi nadie Lee esto pero necesito soltarloooooo

Es que no puedo dormir :D

Pero creo que se me acaba de ocurrir un au de huskerdust entonces lo voy a relatar para botar mis ideas aquí y ver si sirven o solo lo olvido....okey ejem ejem

Aquí va:

Este AU nos va a hablar en una línea de tiempo o universo distinto en dónde Husk no fue tan codicioso (?) O adicto a las apuestas y supo escapar del astuto juego de Alastor, osea, que siguió siendo un overlord ; también podemos ver una situación algo distinta en angel dónde no es solo obligado a prostituirse si no que también a ser como una "mujer", vestirse, comportarse y incluso usar pelucas, obviamente esto le genera grandes ganancias al bar/prostíbulo (nose como se les llama sorry) por lo cual es constantemente solicitado para sus debidos servicios, aunque cabe destacar que cuenta con una buena voz así que de vez en cuanto lo hacen cantar en el escenario....(más adelante detallo su pasado)

El como se conocieron es algo bastante simple e incluso algo cliché, pero el como van desarrollando sus sentimientos es lo que le da el toque dulce y casi mágico a la historia, es que les juro que no puedo dormir hasta terminar..

HUSK POV:

Resulta que Husk decide hacer su parada ocasional en el primer bar que vea con el tal de encontrar un buen alcohol y aquí es cuando se encuentra con este sitio, el bar/prostíbulo dónde dijimos que trabaja angel (después cuando la historia se desarrolle se sabrá que angel le revela su verdadero nombre a Husk), el decide entrar buscando suerte así que busca un buen sitio y agarra una buena botella de whisky (o es lo que más o menos me imagino por qué se me acaba de ocurrir todo esto) y pasa que justo en ese momento pasa al escenario el número de angel dónde es puesto a cantar (ya saben cómo en algunos bares) y ahí es cuando Husk va fijando su mirada en la plataforma observando la figura de un delgado y esbelto cuerpo caminar con prudencia al micrófono, y es justo en ese preciso momento en dónde podemos ver la belleza de angel brillar en los felinos ojos de Husk (osea es casi como amor a primera vista pero más que amor es como que quedó cautivado) y empieza a sonar la música de fondo.

ANGEL POV:

Bueno, como siempre, angel se encuentra preparandose en su camerino para salir a dar su número en el escenario después de una larga jornada, en frente de muchos alcohólicos y pervertidos que esperan con impaciencia la presencia de las bellas curvas de la "dama" junto con su angelical voz (de ahí el apodo, por qué lo consideran como una presencia adictiva, por eso....😭), y como es de esperar el sabe que reconocerá cada rostro de los individuos situados en el bar, pues siempre son las mismas miradas aterradoras con las cuales le toca lidiar (o eso es lo que el ve para esta noche); y no es hasta que empieza a caminar cautelosamente en el escenario cuando cree notar una presencia distinta y desconocida en el bar, por lo que mueve con astucia su risueña mirada hacia unos felinos ojos que parecen cautivados con lo que observan - una luz....era el- y fue en ese instante de segundos que ambas miradas, ambas almas, ambos corazones....chocan explotando en mil y un pensamientos y sensaciones, simplemente inexplicable para ambos, quienes quedan confundidos con la figura del otro.

(YA SE QUE SE VE MUY CLICHE PERO ES QUE ESTA BONITOOO)

De Repente unos amargos ojos color vino son directamente clavados en la dirección de angel, quien con velocidad y nervios (quizá temor) vuelve sus pies a la madera bajando de aquella suave nube de confusión que sufrió en aquellos eternos segundos, sintiendo así las duras astillas de la realidad y con eso su trabajo...realmente lo odiaba pero era lo que necesitaba para vivir, al fin y al cabo, sin ello solo sería un alma más en la miseria de las calles; Husk a lo lejos no podia parar de beber pensando en aquellos chocantes y inesperados instantes con "aquella" joven, pero su importante y orgulloso trasero simplemente no le permito seguir pensando en ello, por lo que solo optó por apreciar la voz de la estrella frente a sus ojos, y oírla, observarla, como si de una copa de vino tratara, moviendose con elegancia a la par del jazz y meneando su corto y ondulado cabello a la par de sus bellas notas; -diablos,es realmente hipnotizante- es lo único que pudo pensar aquel poderoso señor, se encontraba perdido en las abrasadoras melodías y ya no tenía retorno ni escapatoria....

YYYYYYYY ESO SERIA POR EL MOMENTO

Yo no soy alguien que escriba mucho así que es lo que les puedo ofrecer por el momento

Pero si se me ocurre algo más lo escribiré aquí, si alguien pilla esto, muchas gracias por tomarse el tiempo de leerlo, repito, no soy alguien que escriba, asi que faltas ortográficas o de coherencia no van a faltar, eso es todo bay

[fangbangerghoul]

Snippet Sunday!

Thank you as always for the lovely tag @therealgchu ! I loved your snippet and all the ones I've been able to catch so far!

I know since it is later in the day everyone is probably tagged already so if you see this; You're it!

This snippet is going to be a part of the FINAL chapter of Fleeting Pleasures!

This scene is in Delgado's POV. I can at least tell you that within this chapter you will have three different point of views. (I am sure you can guess who.)

I had a lovely time this past weekend and unfortunately none of that time was spent writing really. But the break was nice, and I am hoping soon I will have deliciousness ready to server to you all! As always thank you for reading, reblogging, commenting, and leaving kudos for this fic! It has helped make the journey all the sweeter.

Please enjoy!

He had waited long enough, been patient long enough, and there was an eager need waiting inside of him. He had let her disobedience slide the first time even though he knew what that would look like from an outside’s perspective. Delgado needed her to trust him. To want to cooperate for his legacy plans.

Ghoul – no Carmilla was skilled, durable, stubborn yes, but where other rooks had lacked beforehand, she persevered. He considered what a one-on-one match would be like between the two of them often and a part of him knew she would most likely best him no matter how ruthless he let himself be. One thing he recognized as soon as he laid eyes on her, traitor or not, was she had unbreakable willpower. The will to do whatever it took to get her where she wanted to be. Therefore, he needed her to want to be beside him whatever it took. Was it love? No. But a faux love was something he was willing to play around with if it persuaded her his way. The Crimson Fleet would always be his first but perhaps he could spare some room for a second.

The door to the command center opened from below and there she was, finally. The sound of her boots echoed throughout the room announcing her presence purposely. He knew she could move quieter than that. Her citrine eyes searched the dim room, observing every minute detail that she could absorb. Another talent he appreciated about her.

“You finally graced me with your presences, mi bellaquito.” He said loudly, purposely giving her his whereabouts, knowing her ears would lead her piercing gaze to him. Those eyes as cold as the gems that lay wait within dark caves on artic worlds.

“I heard you missed me.” Ghoul’s quip was followed by a sly smirk, giving away her amusement.

“Don’t get full of yourself now.” He tried to refrain from letting his own amusement show on his face even if his playful tone slipped. She always had an ego; it didn’t help that he had sent his own extra hands to fetch her. He started his way towards her feeling the pull of her gravity bring him in. Something he disliked but acknowledged that it was that type of presence that he needed for his mission.  

“What did you want from me?” Her face was now strewn from annoyance as if he was the one pestering her. He let her forget once who was boss, but he didn’t plan to make a habit out of it.  

“Tsk tsk tsk.” He wagged his gloved finger at her and shook his head. Refusing to give a real answer to her question. “I am the only one allowed to demand answers here. Like where the hell have you been so long?”

“A little bit of everywhere. Do you want to know specifics? I got the Fleet some credits and myself in the process.” Her answers were kept just as vague, and it got under his skin. Delgado saw how she bit her lip before answering. She was holding back what she really wanted to say and he wondered what it was. She was obviously going to be a handful during this meeting of theirs just by the way she stood, arms crossed as if ready to throw a tantrum.

He finally stopped in front of her, holding his breath and his temper back as much as he could. She riled him more than most. He centered his gaze onto her, tempting her to talk back again but instead he responded with a snap.

“Do you think this is a game, Rook?” He felt his nostrils flare with the hiss of his words. Her smirk was no longer amusing, his patience no longer forgiving. A part of him considered just throwing her out of an airlock and find someone else. It was making him lose his own focus. “You should be thanking me every day that you wake up breathing because I could have just as easily put a bullet in your head.”

He felt the high tension between them, their locked gazes a part of their game set in motion. He wanted her to drop the act. Delgado knew even if it wasn’t entirely intimate there was chemistry between them. He wanted her to submit with consent but with her it so far had never been that easy.

“Thank you, Delgado.” His name playfully fell off her tongue with such rebellion. Her thanks was not a real thanks but a proclamation of how she refused to give in so easy.  Something he both admired and loathed.

[countrymusiclover]

23 - Super Squad Assemble

Part 24

Family is More than Blood

@secretdreamlandmentality @icefrye19

Mystic Falls - Klaus’s pov

Walking into the main office I locked the door behind me not wanting anyone to bother me. Slumping down in the chair I ran my fingers through my blonde curls sighing heavily. "Urgh…what is wrong with my head?" I groaned, feeling some discomfort in my temple.

Closing my eyes I reached for my phone about to call Raelyn until pain shot through the middle of my head. Shutting my eyes tightly I winced seeing the girl with auburn hair flash through my mind. “You’re going to be the greatest witch this world has ever seen.”

A young auburn haired girl smiled up at me. “ You think so? Having all that power scares me.

I nodded, grabbing my daughter’s hands with mine. “You are the daughter of Klaus Mikealson and nothing will scare you."

"Mommy, can we go play in the fort?" Alina, my second daughter asked me. Missy, my youngest daughter, followed closely behind her mother.

I turned around and embraced my other girls. “ Of course, girls."

"At first I just thought that having one child would be enough. But having three was a miracle." Raelyn made her way over to me taking my hand watching them go play off in the distance.

Glancing down at my wife I nodded. "I’ve missed out so much. I intended to make up for lost time."

"And you will, Klaus. You don't have to worry." She responded to me.

Dropping my shoulders the auburn haired girl named Hope ran toward me tugging me in the direction of the other girls. "Daddy, come play with us!"

"Be nice to your father, baby girl." Raelyn laughed when she watched the hybrid get dragged by the arm of the young Mikealson.

Rubbing my temple I groaned, blinking through tears having it all come back into my memory. Wiping away tears with my sleeve I heard someone knock on the door before it got blown open revealing Alina and Missy who just walked right inside without warning. "Dad, Hope wants to know how we are getting mom back."

"Oh bloody hell. Can you girls give me a minute? I've got a splitting headache." I waved my hand, still feeling uneasy.

Missy gave me a weak smile. "Okay, dad. We can talk with the Squad and you can come when you're ready." The two girls left the room giving him the time he asked for. The hybrid put his face in his hands letting his mind wander with the pain in his head and the regret of not knowing in his heart.

Stepping into one of the compound studies I could hear Raelyn typing away on a computer where I lean against the doorway with my hands behind my back. 'What are you doing here?"

"Researching names for our little wolf." She lifted her head up away from the computer screen. "Come look, I started making a list."

Moving over to her side I rested my hands on the back of her chair. "Tucker, Maxon, Delgado. Arya, Alina, Melissa, Everly, Jenny…what a minute, Rae. There's more girl names here than boys. What are you getting at with this?"

"Yeah about that…I went to our OB doctor and she thinks it's a girl." She takes my hands in hers moving one over her growing stomach grinning ear to ear at me.

Bending down on a knee to be eye level with my wife I moved my freehand to her cheek. "A king, a queen and their little princess."

“Maybe it could be more than just one baby if we’re lucky.” Raelyn smirked at me leaning forward and kissed me gently.

Leaning forward I deepened the kiss using my vamp speed and switching our position so that I was sitting in her chair and she was on my lap. “Don’t tempt me, siphon queen. You know that if you said the word I won’t let you ever leave our bedroom.” I growled through the kiss feeling her fingers running through my blonde locks deepening the kiss.

Moving one hand up underneath her shirt she smirked against the kiss until she winced feeling some pain in her stomach. “Urgh! I guess the baby has other plans tonight. I hope we can have more than one kid though.”

“Let’s get you and our little one settled. We can think of more names tomorrow.” Staring at my beautiful wife I couldn’t get the thought of a certain name out of my mind after she had said it ‘Hope’ maybe just maybe that can be a cute name someday for our little one.

Bursting through the doors shut I entered the old Salvatore alcohol room seeing that the Super Squad were all standing around a table and then focused their attention on me. “Alright kiddos, tell me what exactly you have instored for getting my wife back because I refuse to let anything bad happen to her.”

“Hope said that you think that Raelyn literally jumped into Malivore. If that’s the case how exactly do we still remember who she is?” Kaleb asked, arms crossed over his chest.

Hope dropped her hands at her sides. "Most likely because of the spell Josie blasted everyone with earlier. And the fact that she is against nature being born a witch and then turned vampire with witch power."

"If Raelyn is in Malivore does that mean she'll be the next monster now?" MG questions nervously.

Whipping my head around to the young vampire I snarled. "Bloody hell no!"

"Dad, it could be possible though. Anything that has entered that pit becomes forced to do its bidding." Alina eyed her father with an uneasy expression.

Missy remains beside Lizzie who hadn't said anything. The siphoner witch was thinking about her sister who had been keeping herself in her room since Landon needed to think through his feelings on his former girlfriend he now remembers. "So on the off chance we have to fight mom what are we going to do?"

"That won't happen!" I raised my voice feeling my entire body stiffened at the very thought. I didn't care what it took but I refused to fight or kill my own wife just because a pit of gue says so. "Now stop thinking that is going to happen and let's think of ways to rescue my wife!"

Everyone turned their heads hearing the doors behind them open revealing someone he didn’t think he would be seeing after a while. “I’d suggest if you want an actual plan you shouldn’t be shouting at them. They are just teenagers after all, Niklaus.” Her orange blonde curls bounced until she stopped walking towards the group.

“Valerie Tull, the last time we saw each other was more pleasant but I am in no mood for your snarky comments at this moment so I suggest you leave before I make you.” I flashed my werewolf eyes at her.

She crossed her arms over her chest looking over her shoulder briefly. “I didn’t come alone, Mikaelson.”

Moving my eyes away from the heretic my gaze focused on none other than Bonnie Bennett who drew the Ascendent out from inside her jacket pocket holding it up to the group. “Raelyn gave this to Caroline just in case the monsters tried to take it. And since she is recruiting she entrusted it to me. And I have a bad feeling she’s with him.”

“Him. Who’s him?” Lizzie asked, looking confused.

Josie entered the room behind the other two powerful witches until she was by her sister’s side. “He’s our Uncle, Lizzie. His name is Kai Parker and he’s been through the Merge so he must have some answers.”

“So what brilliant plan have you and your witchy companions come up with hmm?” I dropped my arms at my sides feeling like we were wasting time instead of actually doing something.

Valerie vamped over to the nearby table snapping her fingers and creating some candles quickly lighting them. “Triplets come here. I need you to all put your blood in the middle of the circle. Since you share half of your mothers blood we should be able to find her location.”

“I think her twin brother's blood would be better.” Some of them jumped slightly seeing Jacob suddenly become invisible in the room. He shrugged his shoulders, cutting his palm with his fangs. “Hayley and Andrea are in New Orleans visiting Cami. I came as quickly as I could.”

Valerie nodded, placing her hand in Jacob’s beginning a spell to move the blood across the map. “Phesmatos quare infantatum. Phesmatos quare filios. Ado finet terraeum. Nunc temos rogamus. Combutis et sanguinem. Phesmatos quare infantatum. Finet terraeum. Nunc temos rogamus. Combutis et sanguinem. Phesmatos quare infantatum. Ado finet terraeum. Nunc temos rogamus. Combutis et sanguinem. Phesmatos quare filios.” The blood moved out of the town line and circled in Fort Valley Georgia.

Jacob spun around to his brother in law. “Now let’s go find my sister.”

Bonnie sat the Ascendent down on the table. “There’s supposed to be a full moon tonight. That’s our one shot to bring Raelyn back.” Klaus sent the witch a grin praying that she would come through for their family.

Raelyn’s pov - Prison World

Shuffling book after book I tossed them onto the wooden desk behind me. Throwing my hair around I had put it up in a messy bun that was falling apart almost by the speed I was moving. Kai hadn’t returned yet but I knew he would be back at some point so I needed to find a backup plan fast. “Reversal spells…is this the book that mom used on Jacob?” Flipping it over in my hands I scanned the cover then opened the page that was bookmarked. It reveals the spell that talked about trading someone else’s spirit for yours to take their place. Sitting the book down on the table I sighed feeling tears starting to fall remembering the night we lost my mother.

Vamping through the front door of the Boarding House I lied to Klaus saying I would grab some stuff from Stefan’s room for my brother to use until we bought him his own, but really I didn’t want to face my twin just yet after remembering what I had done. I couldn’t stop crying over what had just happened. Klaus was busy letting my brother who had just come back from the dead get reunited with our parents leaving me alone for a little bit. “I can’t believe it’s come to this. I guess it’s time to see what all the fuss is about with him and Bourbon.” Opening the glass alcohol cabinet I pulled out a bottle about to open it.

“I wouldn’t have taken you to be a Bourbon drinking girl, siphon witch.” Whipping my head around I almost dropped the bottle hearing Damon’s voice and seeing him now standing behind the long couch in the middle of the room.

Blinking my eyes at the raven haired vampire. “Uh yeah sorry…after the day I’ve had I needed this. Hope you won’t mind one bottle less.”

“Not unless you don’t mind sharing some of it.” He plopped down on the couch waiting for me. He opened the bottle, pouring us each a glass and handing me one. “So what made you need to raid my alcohol collection in the middle of the night when you live in big Mikaelson Manner?”

Slowly sipping from my glass I made a disgusting face at the bitter taste but drank the drink regardless. “I just….today I had to lose my mother to bring my brother back to life. And it’s just eating away at me.”

“The soul crushing reality of the humanity switch.” Damon mumbles, taking a long sip from his glass.

Slamming my glass down on the table his blue orbs focused on me surprised at my actions. Throwing my head around I felt more tears staining my face wishing that it would get easier at some point of my now immortal life. “How do you get through all the things you did when you couldn’t feel anything? How do you move past all the emotions screaming at you and don’t say through alcohol or I will slam you into the fireplace like I did Klaus at the bar.”

“Touchy Rae Rae.” He shakes his head at me, tapping his fingers on the glass in thought briefly. “Well I would say for you…you just have to live life and fight like hell to ensure that you don’t make your mother happy. That you just keep being the person they always thought you were…just keep being your fiery spirit Raelyn.”

“Thank you, Damon. I know she just wants me to be happy and to protect my family.” Raising my glass up from the table I clinked mine with Damon’s who sent me a smirk in return before we downed the majority of the bottle that evening.

I shut the book in a rush baring my teeth causing the candle beside me to burst into flames. Whipping my head upright I heard someone start cackling in laughter. “I never thought reading those old books would make someone cry. It’s a little pathetic seeing the fiery heretic cry.”

“Shut up, Kai!” I growled feeling the veins under my eyes begin appearing.

He put his hands behind his back eyeing the mess of books I have scattered around me. "So I'm assuming you haven't found any access to the blood we need. Man am I the only one who truly wants to get out of here?"

"You're never getting out of here, psycho!" I growled, pressing my hands on the table feeling a fire burning in me.

Kai vamped forward grabbing me by my throat shoving me against the bookshelf behind me. I gasped at the impact even though we didn’t technically need to breathe anymore. He raised his other hand up and I winced shapely. “"Phasmatos navaro pulsus sanguinox…”

“Urgh Kai!” I struggled under his grip managing to grip onto one of his arms, siphoning from him even though it wasn’t necessary. But I remembered the blood spell that he was boiling my blood with now. “Phasmatos navaro pulsus sanguinox, Reboundus!"

My cousin released me grabbing his arms allowing me the chance to vamp away from him and out into the woods. As far as I could tell I was almost to the mansion. Running my fingers through my hair I released a breath feeling my heart somewhat beating in my chest. "Argh shit - let me go Kai!" I screamed feeling someone wrap their arms around my waist.

Yet the voice that whispered in my ear and covered my mouth with their freehand made me relax. "Rae, Raelyn. Calm down, it's okay. You're okay."

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[herzlak]

Traumschiff: Coco Island

achtung, spoiler! offizielle ausstrahlung ist erst am 26.12. - die folge ist aber schon in der zdf mediathek verfügbar :)

Istg wenn Martin und Hanna sich nicht küssen, werd ich mein fucking mind losen

OMFG cringe teenager yaaaaaaa!

Alter keine fünf Minuten und das ist schon wieder alles so unfassbar peinlich

Doch bitte stör die innige Umarmung, Hanna

When he's the only one aware of her past trauma <3

Die Delgado wird mir langsam sympathisch, wer hätts gedacht

Omg ja trauma talk?

Nicht? Ok

Es wird nicht besser neh...

He's drinking his sorrows away

Oh warte das ist Wasser-

Das is jetz aber schon mehr so ein TikTok Song als was fürs Traumschiff...

Hanna und Martin allein auf den Malediven am Strand? Bitte?

Hallohoooo lauf ihr doch hinterher???

Heteros <3

Let the retraumatisierung begin

"Ich weiß schon, was ich tue" *springt ins Wasser und ertränkt sich*

Er hatte Angst um dich!!!

Scam scam scam

GAHAHAH WAS

Die schwimmen jetzt da rum für vier Plastikflaschen?

Bruder ich scheiß mich ein, wer schreibt diese Drehbücher?!

Ahja Jürgen Werner...

Zumindest früher mal, ungelogen. Imagine du schreibst Tatort DO Liebe mich und dann sowas wie Traumschiff pffff

"Und ich wollte bloß das Klima retten" INDEM DU VIER PLASTIK FLASCHEN AUSM MEER FISCHT?

Dann lieber gar kein gesellschaftspolitischer Ansatz als so einer!

Jedes Mal wenn ich denke die Folgen könnten nicht noch schlechter werden...

Ja gevögelt hats halt!

HEAVY SPOILER

JA NO WAYYYYY

FUCKING FINALLY

IT'S CANON Y'ALL, IT'S CANON, THEY'RE CANON

Ja klärt das noch auf dieser Reise, weil ich kann nicht noch ne Folge warten bis ich weiß, ob aus euch was wird

Wobei ich da nur bis Neujahr warten müsst, aber trotzdem.

POV: Du hast zufällig fünf Tonnen Lametta übrig. Was tust du?

Genau, du dekorierst dein fucking Kreuzfahrtschiff damit.

REDET DOCH MITEINANDER HERRGOTT

meine mama dazu "hey es gibt eine board boutique! da muss man nicht (als ehering) lametta flechten!"

BOAH IHR PISSER

IHR GEBT MIR ALLES UND LASST MICH DANN IN EIN UNGEWISSES "WAHRSCHEINLICH FRIEND ZONE" SCHIPPERN

Gottseidank ist bald Neujahr

Fick dich Flori

Wehe die zwei bleiben jetzt Freunde NACH ALLEM WAS HEUTE PASSIERT IST

ZDF du dreckiger kleiner...

[abookishdreamer]

WIP Intro- My Life is a Telenovela!

"This wasn't a regular ordinary kiss. This kiss... it was made out of cosmic dust and fireworks! The Notebook couldn't hold a candle to this kiss!"

Genre: YA Contemporary

POV- first person present tense

Setting- Miami, Florida

Status- outlining

Themes- friendship, creativity, coming of age, identity, family relationships, community, romantic relationships...

Synopsis- 17-year-old Lucia Serratos' life isn't exactly like the movies. It's a full blown telenovela- complete with the melodramatic happenings of Miami life! Her abuela is re-entering the dating game as a spicy septuagenarian, her parents (veterans in the telenovela world) are campaigning for the mainstream market while Lucia and her friends continue to make waves at their exclusive performing arts school- even expertly crafting "meet-cutes" to get the attention of her longtime crush. With her school's talent showcase coming up, Lucia plans to devote all her attention to her top-secret screenplay. What she didn't count on? A gravity stopping, breathtaking, knee wobbling, hotter than fireworks, soul shattering kiss with the son of her father's rival in the industry, another telenovela actor that recently gained mainstream success in a summer blockbuster movie. Soon, Lucia is dodging everything from long lost relatives, unearthed family secrets, and a real life heart twisting love triangle! Will Lucia crumble under the pressure or will she arise as the victorious heroine of her own story?

Characters that will appear in the novel:

Lucia Serratos- main protagonist

Carmen Serratos- Lucia's mom

Ricardo Serratos- Lucia's dad

Alma Colón (Abuela)- Lucia's grandmother

Leonie Guzman- Lucia's best friend

America Velasco- Lucia's best friend

Remy Leung- Lucia's best friend

Michael Bernadi- Lucia's possible love interest

Mateo Alvarez- Lucia's possible love interest

Mrs. Collins- head of the school's cinema department, Lucia's mentor

Alejandro Castillo- Lucia's godfather; Ricardo's manager

Ms. Hernandez- Lucia's world history teacher

Mr. Delgado- Lucia's principal

Sebastian Alvarez- Mateo's father; Ricardo's rival

Jorge Muñoz- Alma's love interest

Xiomara Avilés- Lucia's cousin

Mariposa (Mari) Avilés- Lucia's cousin

[atonalginger]

Snippet Sunday

It's Sunday, Sunday, Sunday which means it's sneak peek time! (I don't know where that energy is coming from just roll with it)

I'm working on finishing the final act of Stowaway and also editing the rest of act two, which will look like a huge update but in reality there's just a lot of quick POV shifts and it'll be about the same number of words as the last two updates.

Because sometimes a chapter is 8-10k and sometimes 6-11 chapters is 8-10k. *shrugs*

ANYWAY, this sneak peek snippet is one such bite sized chapters, staring Uncle Del!

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“La Hidra has been hit, port and central engines lost, I am shifting power and refreshing the shield,” Trix’s calm voice was eerie over the din of battle and Old Earth classical rock galloping through the cockpit.

Delgado was fighting to maintain control over his ship as he careened toward Bradbury IV, “can you help keep us on course? I don’t want to lose the rook!”

“Si, si, Capitán Delgado,” Trix chirped, “you should know that enemy chatter has shifted. They are currently arguing on who will follow us to the Stormherald. They are calling the lieutenant a traitor and a spy.”

“What?” Delgado braced as they broke through the atmosphere, his vision filled with fire as they ripped through the upper layers.

“A scan of their systems show that one Major Palmer has levied the following charges against Lieutenant Benbow: disrespect toward superior commissioned officer, contempt toward officials, espionage, absence without leave, aiding the enemy, resisting arrest, mutiny, and thirty counts of murder.”

“Ay, our rook will fit right in!” Delgado joked as he tried to pull up on the throttle, “Trix please tell me we can avoid fusing with the bedrock.”

“Landing gears are operational and will activate in three…two…”

The ship rocked back hard as the thrusters engaged. The roar of the remaining engines died and the ship rattled terribly around Delgado as they moved toward the ground.

“We aren’t slowing enough!” he shouted.

“I cannot lower planetary gravity, Captain,” Trix said back matter-of-fact.

Delgado sighed through his nose, feeling the sass roll off the dry, robotic words. He grabbed his helmet and pulled it on, managing to get it secured and suit systems activated before La Hidra Dorada slammed belly first into the ground.

[bg-sparrow]

5, 7, 25 for the fic writer ask game thing!

Hooray! A Fanfic Writer 2022 Wrapped ask!

5. What's your favorite passage that you wrote this year?

I'd have to say it was Emma's journal entry the day after she and Doc bury the DeLorean in Delgado for Marty to find in There Are No Roads:

August 19, 1885

It's done.

Last night, we entombed the time machine in the silver mine. […]

[W]hen I came out of the side tunnel, I felt my heart shift into a deeper place of mourning. The optimism I had of ever seeing Marty again was being buried with the DeLorean, but hope will not yet be laid to rest. There's a chance. I hear it over and over in some distant part of me I've lost touch with. And though I'm preparing the rest of my life as if this were goodbye, I am still smothering something that refuses to yield. I am suppressing, arguing, scolding. 

This isn't done. I can feel it. I can feel the atoms of my flesh skipping across time as if it were a pond, each of them destined to accompany Marty on the other side. If I am with him, even in spirit, we could do it. We could beat the odds, whatever they are, again and again. 

Why is it so bad to stay hopeful, to stay above the clouds where only stars veil my sight? I am not tall; my feet are on the ground, but the clouds are low, obscuring my path, and I cannot help but to see the limitlessness of my dreams. And there are so many. So far away.

Why is it so bad to hope?

7. Favorite PoV/ most used this year?

I usually rotate between Doc, Marty, and Emma equally throughout the Time Circuits Series in the third person, but I enjoyed trying my hand at giving Emma a voice through journal entries sprinkled throughout There Are No Roads. I try to avoid things like journal entries because they can feel cliche, but I liked revisiting this point of view.

Also, I kind of love writing from depressed Marty's PoV in Once Upon a Time in the West. He's more aggressive, angry, reckless — just a totally different but believable Marty we know after learning he's been stuck in the 1880s for four years. I'm looking forward to continuing his character in the upcoming sequel!

25. What are your hopes and/or desires for yourself and for other fic writers in the next year?

For myself, I want to slow down a bit after throwing every spare minute I had over the last 19 months into finishing the Time Circuits Series. I want to read more fic. But I'm also so thrilled with how much I am putting out that I hope I can write more exploratory stories at a leisurely pace after being a one-trick pony all this time.

For other authors? Stick to it. When you don't want to, when you don't think there's anything in the tank, try for 100 words — or just a few sentences! My biggest problem is getting the scene, the chapter, or the story started. And jump around! Writing linearly ate my soul. Write that scene in your head NOW, even if it doesn't happen for six more chapters! And be kind to yourself when it comes to your writing. If you hear that "I'm a terrible author" voice, punch it in the face because you are not terrible for needing a break, feeling lost in your own plot, or not getting the stats you want.

Thanks so much for the ask! I love doing these. I feel like we can learn so much from each other! MERRY CHRISTMAS EVE! ❤️🎄

[the-book-queen]

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