#my first story written in english

[monicaeidolith]

it's been 8 years and she's still down bad for her neighbor (who wouldn't)

and so there she is: Step 3 Athena! 🌙✨

Step 1 & Step 2 here

(Infos about Athena in every steps except 4 below if you're interested)

(watch out it's long.)

Step 1 -

At 10, Athena is a very curious girl, somewhat nosey and a bit clumsy (main reason why she often has bandages). She likes puzzles, creepy stuff and drawing (but nothing that serious about that hobby yet). While she isn't very shy, she's still uneasy around people she doesn't know and moving to a new town isn't helping. She has trouble accepting changes, and this whole situation is a way too big change.

Athena is very close to her mom during step 1. Unfortunately for her, she doesn't really look like her that much and she's kind of bothered by that, especially because the person she obviously looks like, her "dad", isn't there. Not having a dad isn't really a huge problem for her, but Athena fears a little bit people's opinion on that subject: "Is it weird that I don't have a dad...?".

She's feeling sad and scared about moving out, as she has to get used to a completely different world (in her eyes). "At least I have my mom", she thinks. But if moving in Golden Grove was scary at first, meeting Qiu and Tamarack was a huge help for Athena to feel included.

She thinks Qiu, aka "Autumn", is funny but also a huge show-off, haha. She LOVES to tease Qiu. But Athena's also genuinely worried about Qiu sometimes, because that kid is a huge people-pleaser.

When it comes to Tamarack, man... Athena totally puts this girl on a pedestal. She thinks Tamarack is amazing and pretty. And should Tamarack say anything positive about Athena, you can be certain the latter will go crazy internally. At 10, Athena doesn't realize she actually has a huge crush on Tamarack yet, though.

Step 2 -

At 14, Athena became a sort of troublemaker, she barely cares about rules. She's not mean but she grew to be more blunt and direct than she was as a 10-year-old, this and her current appearance make her seem unapproachable. However she kept her soft side, a side that she ironically doesn't even keep that much hidden but that you still have to deserve. If at 10 she would often have bandages because of her clumsiness, at 14, it's mostly because she's reckless. Some things that remained are her love for puzzles, creepy stuff and drawing, in fact, she started to get interested in visual arts.

In fact, the tough side of her personality grew when her first group friends with Qiu and Tamarack slowly fell apart. She couldn't do anything to prevent that from happening, so she felt like she had to toughen up. But to be honest, she's becoming tired of being the sole link between them, she's barely trying to now. Maybe Qiu and Tamarack won't become friends again. She has to accept it... but maybe Athena still has troubles accepting changes, no matter how old she is, after all.

Despite all that, Athena still treats both of them nicely. She still teases Qiu whenever she can (watch out Athena, the teasing could backfire on you). Her worries about them are still present too, but for different reasons than in step 1. Even 4 years later, Athena still retrieve Qiu's lost papers because they would NOT do it themselves. No matter what, Autumn remains her dear friend and the feeling is mutual.

Tamarack, aka "Tam", is her best friend! ... and the girl she has a crush on, Athena realized it now. Athena doesn't know if Tam feels the same way or not, though. Athena still thinks Tamarack is the most amazing and most talented person out there, she wishes Tam could see it too. She's highly worried about Tamarack potentially leaving Golden Grove at any moment but she tries to hide it from Tamarack. "Tam probably has enough of people walking on eggshells with her", she thinks. Athena dislikes Tamarack's parents for not only never being there for their daughter but also for making her situation so uncertain, only for their own interests (in her eyes).

Another feeling started to grow: jealousy. Athena will feel jealous of anyone who seems a bit too close to Tamarack. Does she think she's no match for Tamarack? Yes. Does that stop her from being jealous? No. She knows she has no right to be, Tamarack is a wonderful girl, it's impossible not to like her, but she can't help it.

Athena grew to be even more bothered by her lack of resemblance with her mother. Some times before turning 14, she started to dye her hair cranberry, just like her mom's hair color (let's say Opal didn't really like to see that her daughter started dyeing her hair at her young age, reaction Athena didn't appreciate, all she wanted was to look like her mom, what's the problem?). Ironically, while Athena wishes so hard to look like her mom, her relationship with her became somewhat strained. As if resembling a completely unknown guy wasn't enough. Living his best life nowhere to be found, uh? Resentment is the word here. Never towards her mom, even if their relationship is not that good at this point, but towards this guy who gave her his physical traits she never wanted and started to despise.

At least she became used to live in Golden Grove.

Step 3 -

At 18, Athena is not the rough troublemaker that she was at 14 anymore. Now she's more like a silly prankster, seemingly always up to something more stupid than before, although she remains reckless and blunt (but less on purpose and more out of habit). Of course, her interest in visual arts remained intact. Her liking for creepy stuff turned into a huge love for horror and its aesthetic.

Her relationship with her mom is getting better than it was 4 years ago. Athena grew out of the resentment she had for her "dad" during step 2 and learned to accept she may not look that much like her mom, but that it doesn't cancel the fact she's Opal's daughter no matter how she looks. Plus "some bits of [Opal] did end up in [her]" after all, right?

Athena's relationship with Autumn is what you could describe as "siblings by hearts", Athena does consider them as the sibling she never had.

Athena and Tamarack are still officially "besties for life", but little do they know that they both ended up falling in love with each other, plain and simple.

Her jealousy and resentment did tone down, but when she thinks back to her 14-year-old self, she feels bad, so bad. For being jealous of Tamarack's friends, for being resentful of a random donor and basically making many things about herself. "Man, I was such a prick. And for what?".

If when she was 14, Athena felt like she was no match for Tamarack because she put Tam on a pedestal, at 18, she now thinks she's simply not good enough as a person for Tamarack. She kind of "accepted" that if Tamarack only wants to be friends, then it's fine, she cannot force Tam to love her back. It's silly to think someone like her could be extra-special in Tam's heart anyway (girl if you knew.), it's nice enough to be her best friend.

Between step 2 and 3, Athena managed to put a label on herself: she's lesbian.

[wonder-worker]

I've been thinking about the tragedy of Elizabeth Woodville living to see the end of her family name.

I don't mean her family with her husband, which lived on through her daughter and grandson. I mean her own.

Her sisters died, one by one, many of them after 1485. When Elizabeth died, only Katherine was left, and she would die before the turn of the century as well.

All her brothers died, too. Lewis died in childhood. John was executed. Anthony was murdered. Lionel died suddenly in the peak of Richard's reign, unable to see his niece become queen. Edward perished at war. Richard died in grieving peace. For all the violence and judgement the family endured, it was "an accident of biology" that ended their line: none of the brothers left heirs, and the Woodville name was extinguished. We know the family was aware of this. We know they mourned it, too:

“Buy a bell to be a tenor at Grafton to the bells now there, for a remembrance of the last of my blood.”

Elizabeth lived through the deposition and death of her young sons, and lived to see the end of her own family name. It must have been such a haunting loss, on both sides.

[sn0wbat]

well what family doesn't keep a secret vampire family member hidden deep in in the basement /s

EDIT: Rest of the comic is now under the cut!

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BONUS:

[everythingsbetterunderthestars]

Help for some reason my brain decided to have tons of fanfiction ideas except I literally DO NOT HAVE THE TIME to write them at this point in my life so for now I’m just playing them out in my head 24/7 waiting for the holidays to come so I can start up on at least ONE project because I quite frankly CANNOT LIVE LIKE THIS ANYMORE

[siarexkh]

I have to say that I'm not a fan of how some fics describe Conall as a terrible guy who hit his wife. I think he adored his wife, that he was deeply in love with her and he treated her like a queen. She was literally a nobody and Conall was a prince and he married her anyway.

And then Finan happened.

She liked Conall, but then Finan and her fell in love and runaway. Thinking about Conall's perspective is so interesting because that man must have gone psycho. Finan ripped apart his life, not only he "stole" the woman he loved, but he abandoned his place as a future king too.

Conall was not prepared to take that place, he hadn't been raised for that, it was never meant to be his destiny, but he took it anyway.

He had to marry Finan's wife, he had to raise his kids, he fulfilled his duties and took the place his older brother selfishly had abandoned. He couldn't live his life. He lived Finan's.

And then imagine the horrible situation when they finally captured them.

Finan had to see how they raped and killed his lover but Conall had to let it happen. I think Finan would blame him for that, he had the power to stop it and he did nothing, and Conall would blame him because he put them in that position. He didn't want any of this to happen, he didn't want her to die, he didn't want to hate his brother, he didn't want to send him to slavery.

Finan should have been king and Conall should have been fighting at his side and that dynamic makes me INSANE.It's just SO GOOD!!!

I love to see Finan being a man who fucks up, a person that took selfish decision and without intended it he made irreparable damage.

I think Conall and Finan had a weird relationship before all of this. Not quite bad, not quite good, but they loved eachother in that way only brothers can and that's the worst. Now they hate eachother guts and both have solid motive to do so!!!

[noalienconspiracy]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Stargate SG-1 Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Jonas Quinn, Jack O'Neill, Sam Carter (Stargate), SG-1 Team (Stargate), Original Stargate Character(s) Additional Tags: Whump, Anaphylaxis Summary:

Jonas Quinn discovering the hard way that sometimes it's the smallest creatures that can teach us the biggest lessons on Earth

[jaffre]

ended looking in my boxes at old notebooks

a lot of them are classes notebooks since i used to draw in the margins or loose pages that i then left with my class notes

i found a notepad year unsure with entire life story of the kuroda family at the time, which is helpful if i want to flesh out his siblings in modern times (i keep forgetting those cause they're not relevant to boulevard's story)

kinda wild to me how kuroda's family history mirrors what dad told me about his own (parents were spanish immigrants)

i wrote kuroda's story as a japanese immigrant, whose eldest kids where born in japan and the rest of the siblings born in france - just as my dad's eldest sister was born in spain but the rest of them born in france. just the fact that of all of my ocs, this is the family with the most siblings (6, when all my other ocs are single child or have 2 siblings at most) also is clearly from my dad being the 9th (and last) of his siblings

i dont really have a point, that's just very interesting looking back to my teen creations as an adult now

[theodore-sallis]

“…Man-Thing!” Savage Tales (Vol. 1/1971), #1.

Writers: Roy Thomas and Gerry Conway; Penciler, Inker, and Letterer: Gray Morrow

[thecrimsonwarrior]

Prompt by: write-it-motherfuckers on Tumblr

Person A: “Isn’t there some other way we could do this? Preferably one that doesn’t involve me being in pain?”

Person B: “Nothing with quite as high a chance of success. Just think of it as your punishment, or character building, whatever makes you feel better.” 

Person A: “....I hate you so much.”

Characters: Mazoga Durgat, Y’shtola Rhul, Alisaie Leveilleur, Urianger Augurelt

CW: Injuries, Blood

A group of four walked on towards the Crystarium. A Red Mage, a Black Mage, an Astrologian, and right in the middle of the group – a battered, half-conscious, shambling Warrior, propped up and assisted by her companions.  The group slowly made their way through the bridge and turned towards the infirmary. The operating table had already been prepared, and so the roegadyn was set down on it, and not without considerable struggle from everyone involved. „Gods, She’s so unbelievably heavy... „,Muttered Alisaie while attempting to flip Mazoga onto her back. „Huff... ‘Tis likely the armor our brave friend dons that’s at fault here...”, Responded Urianger, trying to catch his breath. „Alas, removing it out in the field would be very detrimental to Her state, dire as it is.” „Well, heavy or not, we managed to carry Her all the way here, haven’t we?”, Remarked Y’shtola while straightening out her dress. „The fact that She lived, and we’ve managed to safely cross the distance from Amh Araeng on foot is nothing short of a miracle.” She looked towards the chirurgeons entering the hall. „And now it’s time for them to do miracle work, too.”

The Scions stepped away from the table, making way for the medics, who immediately got to work. Mazoga’s body temperature was unnaturally low, and parts of her armor got frozen to her body. Careful removal all of the scale mail and fabric took about an hour of heating and careful scalpel work. Only then could the extent of the injuries be fully gleaned. Her abdomen, forearms and legs were covered in ice-cold, white patches that had a smooth, stone-like texture. A few afflicted spots were cracked, with a thick, golden ichor oozing forth from within them. All clear signs of Light corruption.

„By the Gods... She’s already so far gone. Healing magicks won’t work on these injuries anymore… Did... Did one of these bloody things get her?” “I’m afraid there isn’t much that we can do for your friend… We may only pray that her transformation won’t be too painful…”

Mazoga groaned and opened her eyes. Once she realized where she was, she tried propping herself with her elbow to get up. A sharp pain in her entire arm immediately thwarted that plan, she had to drop down. Wincing, she looked over at the chirurgeons, and then fixed her gaze on familiar faces standing further back. “Please, I’m fine. I just got bruised up a little bit more than usual. It happens sometimes. I just need a soft pillow to lay my head on and get some rest… I’ll be good as new tomorrow, I promise you…” Her voice was soft and meek; A far cry from her usual jolly, boisterous tone.

Alisaie ran over to the table and gripped its edge to the point of her knuckles turning white.

“You fool…”

Her breathing was irregular and her entire face was flushed.

“You godsdamned, reckless fool!” Her howl broke into a weep.

“I knew you would get hurt. I knew you were pushing yourself way too hard! How can you say such things?! Just look at the state you’re in! All these wounds, this affliction! You’re- You’re going to…”

She slumped to the ground sobbing, her head hanging down. Once again, Mazoga tried to get up to try and comfort the small elezen, when she felt a strong grip on her shoulder. Feeling a sensation of intense frostburn, she hissed and pressed her lips. Then, she heard a low, purring voice right next to her ear. “Don’t be ridiculous. Lay back down.”

She complied. Y’shtola’s grip eased, and now they were both making eye contact. Mazoga scrunched her brows and bared her teeth. “This was uncalled for.” She drawled. “And so is your stupid, unnecessary behavior. You’ve no strength to stand up, let alone walk by yourself, hero. Do you honestly believe a good night’s sleep will fix the overabundance of light aspected aether clinging to your very soul? You’re literally cracking under all this strain.”

Shtola’s voice was raised, yet stern. It was easy to tell that despite her rather harsh attitude, she was trurly worried for her friend. Mazoga took a deep breath and sighed. “What else am I to do? Every person here in this city, no, this entire world is depending on me. Who else but me can bear this burden? I can’t just lay down and wait as this… this disease takes over me. Not right now. Not yet. I need to fight. It’s how I live.”

Y’shtola completely eased her grasp on the roegadyn’s arm. She looked away, pursed her lips and stayed silent for a while, lost in thought. Then, she spoke in a soft voice: “…’Tis true that you are our finest. The only one who can even attempt to sacrifice themselves in such a way. But it doesn’t mean you have to do all of it without aid. Let me help you.” “…How can you even begin to help me?” “I’ve been thinking about it during our journey from the desert. It’s only a theory, and it’s quite risky, but… I could try and channel Darkness aspected magick into your wounds, similarly to how a Conjurer casts a healing spell. Hopefully this would reverse the effects Light has on your body, and allow it to mend. I won’t be able to fully cure you, however. Only staunch the bleeding for a while.”

Mazoga closed her eyes, briefly weighing her options. Then, she opened them to look at her companion again with a weak smile. “Well, It’s not like I have much of a choice right now. If there’s any hope left for me, I will cling to it. It’s just that… Do you reckon that it’s going to hurt?” “…Consider this your punishment for that display of bravado back in Malikah’s Well. Or just a test of your resolve. Whatever makes you feel better.” “...Hells take you, Shtola.”

[coraliix]

Kingdom of Eternity by Coraliix (coracal)

The sun was nearly hidden at the horizon. The atmosphere was eerily silent, but the lone black jackal there felt at peace. The sky darkened while the jackal kept vigilant watch over the tall grasses.

As the caracal slinked forward, the jackal’s ears swiveled toward it, yet it kept still. The caracal sidled next to the jackal, before settling onto its stomach next to the jackal.

While both were watching the moon rise into the sky, their bodies changed. Their forms started glowing softly; their bodies started shifting steadily. Instead of two terrene animals with deft minds, their clever wit belonged to two ethereal beings.

The two deities stayed awake for hours, for as long as eternity; their eyes never straying away from the sky, the earth, each other. They kept a watchful eye over the ground of their domain and the creatures of their kingdom and the stars winking at their souls.

Serenely vigilant, they roamed through the tall grass. Serenely vigilant, their silent footsteps guided them past the sparse trees. Serenely vigilant, they observed the world for eons.

Their perceptive eyes kept the time for eternity. Their seeing gaze watched life start and end for eternity. They stayed together side by side for eternity.

[ambersky0319]

I just thought of a way to revise my short story to save myself time and also get out of completely rewriting this at the moment

We'll see how well I can convey that in revision

[rosieandthethorns]

i don't WANT to read smut right now

i WANT to read a passionate, poetic, jaw dropping, tears streaking down my face, heart wrenching, giggle inducing, feet kicking, cringy yet amazing, gorgeous story written by someone who apologizes for english not being their first language(they're the best writers ever) which has 4 chapters and then makes me scream because it hasnt been updated in months and the author is mia

[margarethelstone-2]

so i've been listening to a random shuffled playlist on spotify and all was fine and good except when it started playing one of my old fanfic songs and now i'm. not fine.

[valeriehalla]

actual writing advice

1. Use the passive voice.

What? What are you talking about, “don’t use the passive voice”? Are you feeling okay? Who told you that? Come on, let’s you and me go to their house and beat them with golf clubs. It’s just grammar. English is full of grammar: you should go ahead and use all of it whenever you want, on account of English is the language you’re writing in.

2. Use adverbs.

Now hang on. What are you even saying to me? Don’t use adverbs? My guy, that is an entire part of speech. That’s, like—that’s gotta be at least 20% of the dictionary. I don’t know who told you not to use adverbs, but you should definitely throw them into the Columbia river.

3. There’s no such thing as “filler”.

Buddy, “filler” is what we called the episodes of Dragon Ball Z where Goku wasn’t blasting Frieza because the anime was in production before Akira Toriyama had written the part where Goku blasts Frieza. Outside of this extremely specific context, “filler” does not exist. Just because a scene wouldn’t make it into the Wikipedia synopsis of your story’s plot doesn’t mean it isn’t important to your story. This is why “plot” and “story” are different words!

4. okay, now that I’ve snared you in my trap—and I know you don’t want to hear this—but orthography actually does kind of matter

First of all, a lot of what you think of as “grammar” is actually orthography. Should I put a comma here? How do I spell this word in this context? These are questions of orthography (which is a fancy Greek word meaning “correct-writing”). In fact, most of the “grammar questions” you’ll see posted online pertain to orthography; this number probably doubles in spaces for writers specifically.

If you’re a native speaker of English, your grammar is probably flawless and unremarkable for the purposes of writing prose. Instead, orthography refers to the set rules governing spelling, punctuation, and whitespace. There are a few things you should know about orthography:

English has no single orthography. You already know spelling and punctuation differ from country to country, but did you know it can even differ from publisher to publisher? Some newspapers will set parenthetical statements apart with em dashes—like this, with no spaces—while others will use slightly shorter dashes – like this, with spaces – to name just one example.

Orthography is boring, and nobody cares about it or knows what it is. For most readers, orthography is “invisible”. Readers pay attention to the words on a page, not the paper itself; in much the same way, readers pay attention to the meaning of a text and not the orthography, which exists only to convey that meaning.

That doesn’t mean it’s not important. Actually, that means it’s of the utmost importance. Because orthography can only be invisible if it meets the reader’s expectations.

You need to learn how to format dialogue into paragraphs. You need to learn when to end a quote with a comma versus a period. You need to learn how to use apostrophes, colons and semicolons. You need to learn these things not so you can win meaningless brownie points from your English teacher for having “Good Grammar”, but so that your prose looks like other prose the reader has consumed.

If you printed a novel on purple paper, you’d have the reader wondering: why purple? Then they’d be focusing on the paper and not the words on it. And you probably don’t want that! So it goes with orthography: whenever you deviate from standard practices, you force the reader to work out in their head whether that deviation was intentional or a mistake. Too much of that can destroy the flow of reading and prevent the reader from getting immersed.

You may chafe at this idea. You may think these “rules” are confusing and arbitrary. You’re correct to think that. They’re made the fuck up! What matters is that they were made the fuck up collaboratively, by thousands of writers over hundreds of years. Whether you like it or not, you are part of that collaboration: you’re not the first person to write prose, and you can’t expect yours to be the first prose your readers have ever read.

That doesn’t mean “never break the rules”, mind you. Once you’ve gotten comfortable with English orthography, then you are free to break it as you please. Knowing what’s expected gives you the power to do unexpected things on purpose. And that’s the really cool shit.

5. You’re allowed to say the boobs were big if the story is about how big the boobs were

Nobody is saying this. Only I am brave enough to say it.

Well, bye!

[evelynhug0]

you have fics?? whats your account omg

here you go :) i will upload a new evelyncelia fic before the end of the year

[watercolor-hearts]

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