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[themswritinwords]

The Hundred Fifty Seven Deaths of the Immortal Ethan Ellis: Cast profiles: Ethan Ellis

The man himself (Ethan) - he/him; 24 years old biologically, 310 years old chronologically; Quietly Depressed Optimist in Desperate Need of a Hug and a Nap

Depressed, traumatized, self-sacrificial, dysfunctional, exhausted--what's not to relate to love?

Just woke up during his own autopsy. That's definitely not going to unearth any poorly-buried Issues!

What do you mean endless gallows humor and self deprecation aren't healthy coping mechanisms?

*slaps bruised and blood-stained noggin* This bad boy can fit so much mental illness and metaphor in him.

The result of a necromancer-wannabe's attempts at immortality; ex-human-guinea-pig with all of the attendant moral, philosophical, and psychological conundrums that come with death being a temporary condition.

One of three "successful" experiments. The other two adjusted pretty well, all things considered. Ethan did not.

Alas, they didn't have therapy in colonial America. You know what they did have, though? An abundance of dangerous life paths and causes worth dying for. That's not gonna reinforce any dangerous thought patterns or unhealthy mental states, I'm sure!

Longest streak between deaths has been just shy of 4 years. All but one of them has been his own dang fault. He is fully aware of this, but in a deeper sense, he is entirely unaware of this.

Always cared more about others than himself. This got infinitely worse when he realized he could die without consequences (supposedly).

Animals hate him! and no that is not just the start of a clickbait article. Every animal he's met since getting immortal'd has tried to put him back in the ground. He used to be a cat person, though.

Chronically friendless and self-isolated. People don't handle the dead guy coming back to life very well, and he's gotten more than one witness in life-ruining trouble by reviving in front of them. He finds it easier to just stay away from people on all but a surface level. (Again, I can't imagine that's going to cause problems down the line....)

Travels like an overripe peach, which is to say he is the King of Motion Sickness

Repeated resurrection has turned the man into a caloric dumpster. Over the course of a day and a half he consumes ~30 chicken nuggets, four burgers, a large fry, a medium bag of chips, a popsicle, and half a cup of ice and he's still desperately hungry.

Flip flops between annoying little brother energy and annoyed big brother energy depending on who he's arguing with at the time.

Wants: Everyone and Everything to leave him tf alone (also a shower)

Needs: One good reason to live and way fewer reasons to get himself killed

Immediate goals: Keep his only friends from getting dragged down with him and all his issues

Long term goals: None, and that's rather the point (not that this is a recurring theme in my characters or anything....)

Character arc can best be described as: that quote that's like "Dying is easy, living is hard;" the shift from hope, caring, and love as passive traits to hope, caring, and love as active choices worth making

Favorite things about writing him

The Catharsis. There's a reason so many of my OCs end up with mental illnesses and unhealthy patterns of thought. Ethan is just the most explicit of these self-inserts.

The snarcasm and humor were both challenging and so fun. I'm not a witty person by nature, so it took a bit of perspective shift to get right. I think I got better a dialogue overall by writing him.

He's a very internal and thought-ful person, and it was an interesting balance to write. He always thinks more than he says and feels more than he thinks.

Not to toot my own horn, but his third act breakdown and "Oh Sh*t" moment were a delight to write and some of my strongest writing moments.

His voice is very informal and sarcastic, and it was fun to write genuine horror in a goofball, this-might-as-well-happen sort of way.

[trek-tracks]

I had the weirdest dream I was in a part of Canada's Wonderland, an amusement park I haven't been to in some time, and it randomly had a new section that was basically a Renaissance fair with all of the "new" products from Europe.

I found a box that contained an enormous illuminated copy of a Star Trek novel (not marked as such) that was clearly from centuries ago, really elaborate and printed on animal skins, about a mysterious knight and his loyal wizard named Kirk and McCoy who had just shown up in a kingdom one day and started trying to make things better for the people.

It became clear to me that they'd gone back in time and this was a record of their adventure from someone who had been there. Kirk kept eating elaborate fried meat dishes that McCoy told him not to touch and getting sick from them, and McCoy kept curing the village children of a mysterious illness.

The problem was that it ended on a cliffhanger with McCoy being "disappeared" by another jealous wizard and I had no idea where I was going to find the sequel to a book written so long ago. I wanted to buy the book to prove its existence, but they wanted seven thousand dollars for it and I was forbidden from taking photos because it was a Renaissance fair and modern technology was not allowed. I was hiding in the park until after hours when I could steal the book and make off with it, but then I woke up.

[anonbeadraws]

A still of the Novel animation!! So shiny! 📚commission info in source!📚

[97tears]

There was a small trend a while ago going around on twt & the kazeki version i did made some traction. here you go

[glorious-destruction]

credit to knightbooks.52643 on ig

[authorsharonforester]

Organization of Multiple Story Projects Helps You Finish Your Writing 

There are countless times where the brain cannot handle juggling multiple writing/editing projects at the same time, but there are also days where switching between projects does the trick to keep you disciplined and not burn out with a single project that you end up rejecting for weeks to months at a time. At the end of the day, you have to do what works for you on most days so that you can keep the creative flow of your writing going. 

I have reached a point in my hobby where I needed to stop the messy editing routine I’ve been engaging in and organize all the stories I decided to prioritize for the editing process. This is what I did to make me feel good about the progress in my writing goal: I grabbed a blue binder and several sheet protectors, printed out all the projects I wanted to edit off my computer, then stuffed them inside the sheet protectors, and placed them into the binder. As I did this, I didn’t limit the number of writing projects I was going to edit. Instead, I pushed my brain aside and let my heart decide, and rolled with that. I have a list of unpublished stories, but nothing too crazy.

I have written a novella that has undergone two rounds of edits and is currently pending a third one. I have a copy of chapters 21, 22 and 23 for the novel I am writing based on my cartoon characters. The book has undergone two edits and is now pending a third one. I have a deleted chapter from this story that I need to add to the deleted scenes computer file. (I am setting these scenes aside so that I could one day publish this after people have read my book and I can show off my writing process with the world. This will be the most fun thing I do for myself and for others who feel they are alone or falling behind.) Lastly, I have written two separate episodes for the aforementioned cartoon characters that have already undergone one round of edits and are pending a second one. (I am planning to publish a show with them). On the first page of the binger (as you can see in the picture), I have a list of pending writing projects. That little list is there to keep me on track with the chosen writing material I need to finish before publication.

This blue binder isn’t the only thing I have. I also have other binders that hold other printed stories awaiting my attention, like the very first book I have written when I was ready to start 7th grade. I have journals that hold handwritten stories I produced when I was a little girl and a teenager. They are pending computer typing meanwhile I edit the rest of these stories.

This is a random strategy I am engaging in so that I can observe my thought process and determine which of my stories my emotions are taking me to. I think the reason I do this is because my brain gets bored and needs to zhuzh up my writing and editing routine before it can allow me to keep moving forward. This might sound like extra steps to some people, but others understand why I need to work with myself this way. I am sure there are others out there doing this exact thing.

It is a fact that we have different obstacles that stump us according to how our brains function individually as people. We see a lot of resources online that claim they have the ultimate method that works to get your writing done and published faster than expected. However, if I were to write a famous article, I’d tell you that there is no singular method that will work well for everyone to finish a project quickly. What works for you personally that you consider to be normal might be considered unorthodox to society.

Part of keeping yourselves grounded is knowing who you guys are as writers. I keep myself grounded on my writing and editing routines by making these blog posts. They make me happy. They allow me to connect with you guys out there in the world. They remind me that I am not alone as a struggler. I make the habit of occasionally reading about other people’s writing, editing and publishing struggles. Mentally, blogging helps me process my thoughts and feelings and helps figure out why I am or am not doing what I do or don’t do while I take the journey to make this writing dream come true. 

[peathepirate]

I'm posting to letting you know that I'm still alive and well and didn't, in fact, quit zumba after two classes. Still haven't touched my drawing tablet, though.

[slayingfiction]

Line Editing

What is a line editor (LE): A LE works line by line through your writing to ensure every word, phrase and paragraph are meaningful to your novel and work together to create a great reading experience by clarifying meaning, working on flow and smoothing out any awkward or incomprehensible language.

When to get a LE: LE work specifically from line to line, which means you want all big changes in your manuscript to happen first. That means you want this step done only after completing a developmental editing process to organize your manuscript and have a complete layout that works for your story instead of against it. However, you want to complete this step before tackling spelling and grammar, because otherwise changing words you’ve already grammatically corrected is a waste of your time.

Benefits of having a LE: LE work very specifically with your story to improve overall readability of your story. Ever read a novel and wish your writing could be similar to their, because yours sounds less professional? That is what LE do.

What they do for you:

Work line by line to clarify meaning

delete and add sentences to improve readability

improve the flow of your writing to keep the reader enticed and not have to reread in order to understand or stay engaged

change general words to make your writing more specific and detailed with fewer words

cut words and sentences that are not working or are unnecessary. If your words aren’t working for your story, they’re working against them.

eliminate jargon and cliches

What they won’t do for you:

Work on plot, characters, settings, themes, pacing, premise, point of view,

grammar, spelling, punctuation,

formatting and typesetting the manuscript

When choosing an editor, be sure to be clear as to what you want from them, and what services they can offer you. No two editors are the same. Some may offer more services while others may specialize in more specific ways. Typically, you can ask for a sample of their work to determine if you will match with your editor, or if they’re not the right fit for you.

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Happy Writing!

[princesskealie]

taking my mom to the doctor again tomorrow~ please send any good vibes/prayers/thoughts her way that all goes smoothly! 🙏🙏

[pendragaryen]

So happy I could cry! I got one with a ♡! 😭🎶🎵🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

[sisterdivinium]

Now is the time to place your bets on whether or not this hyper self-indulgent doctor superion Vampire the Masquerade AU fic will or won't get to 100 handwritten pages...

[paperconsumption]

i really made my creative writing class so much harder for myself like i did not have to do any of this

[redbean-nom]

star wars by silm logic

for the silm-sw dual citizens:

I was wondering what would happen if star wars (particularly tbb bc that's the currently-releasing bit of star wars) adhered to silm logic:

Hunter is the local leader of a hidden city (Pabu)

Omega is the heir

Rex is the overall leader of a warring people (clone rebellion)

Hemlock is the local leader of a branch of the Forces of Evil

Palpatine is the overall Enemy

so therefore

Rex and Echo gather an army of escaped clones. They rescue Cody or Wolffe from the Empire. Song and fire are greatly involved.

Themes of rising hope are invoked as they make a stand against the Empire. The clone rebellion grows further.

They are initially victorious and manage to rescue the clone prisoners from Tantiss with few casualties. Hemlock is ousted and flees to the heart of the Empire (but his operation will return in time)

Echo goes to check on the Batch on Pabu and ask them to ally with him and Rex in the upcoming battle.

They march on Coruscant. Things suddenly go disastrously wrong. Cody is killed in battle. Rex faces Palpatine in single combat.

Rex dies tragically.

Eagles.

Echo tells Hunter about the battle. They are delayed on their way and attempt to ride to the rescue. The Batch arrives just after the deaths. Echo is sad.

Pabu is betrayed while the Batch is on Coruscant.

Pabu is invaded by the Empire. Hemlock subjugates the people into his weird clone experimentation program.

Dragons.

The Batch returns to destroyed/invaded Pabu and is unable to intervene.

While attempting to protect their city most of the Batch dies.

Echo is very sad.

Hunter is captured and killed in front of Omega.

Omega escapes and swears an Oath mourns the Batch.

Echo is broken by grief for the ghosts of his past and vanishes.

Omega later becomes a Rebellion leader, carrying the memories of the failed clone rebellion and the haven of Pabu with her.

Echo fades/dies on some random planet as the forgotten remnant of the GAR/Clone rebellion.

[everydayfrimmel]

December 7th: “Playground”

1,000 words, modern AU, fluff

Frieren is babysitting.

This is not the kind of thing that logically ought to happen. Frieren is not the kind of person who logically ought to be trusted with anybody’s children. But Heiter is grading papers, and Eisen offered Stark to socialize his ward, so now, after a meeting with her advisor, Frieren must babysit, and Himmel, who has never had anything better to do in his life, tags along.

Frieren’s version of babysitting, though, unsurprisingly consists mostly of making it as far as a park with a playground and then turning Fern and Stark loose.

Then she sits on the nearest bench and pulls out her laptop and Himmel can’t help but ask, “really?”

“I have work to do.”

“You’re not going to play with them?”

“My job is to supervise, not participate.”

Himmel gently flicks her ear, which twitches in response. “You’re missing out, you know.”

“Hardly.”

“You are.”

He gives up, though. It’s only when five minutes pass and she’s still buried in her work that Himmel realizes that she doesn’t intend to stop.

He pokes her cheek to get her attention, then gently closes the lid of her laptop, stashes it in its plain black sleeve. Then, while she looks at him as if she cannot believe this betrayal, he slips the whole thing into her backpack, zips it, and stands, offering his hand.

“Really,” he tells her. “You’re missing out.”

They find a safe place to set her backpack - by the jungle gym, where Stark and Fern are trying to climb the wrong way up the slide and where they will be able to see it from any vantage point on the playground - and then he directs her to the seesaw.

“It won’t work,” she tells him. “The weight is too imbalanced.”

But this only means he can send Frieren close to flying each time his side of the seesaw comes down, and her indignant protests soon turn to dogged efforts to do the same that more often than not only result in her slamming into the ground hard enough to jam and ankle. Still, Himmel does not make it nearly as high up, and this disappoints her.

She is not particularly gifted on the monkey bars, either. Spending recess reading a book in the corner of the yard every day of elementary school probably did it. But Himmel, who has yet to find an athletic activity he doesn’t take to famously, finds them delightful. Frieren watches him walk himself across, back and forth, probably five or six times before she decides she’s had enough and goes to fetch her backpack.

Stupid fun-loving boyfriend, distracting her from her work. Some people don’t have the time or the inclination to-

“One more,” Himmel calls after her as she goes for her backpack. “Just one, I promise!”

-play.

As if they are children, not babysitters and phD candidates old enough to have some of their own. As if there is nothing better in all the world to do on an open afternoon than mess about with playground equipment.

Frieren narrows her eyes. “Which?”

And it’s only because he gestures to the carousel that she agrees.

She remembers being little, reading her book peacefully in the grass at a park much like this one until Flamme forced her to stand up and find something to do for fear she’d “never get socialized.” She had chosen, naturally, to sit down cross-legged in the middle of the carousel with her book and wait for the other children to start spinning it. This plan worked so marvelously that Flamme gave up on the idea that taking her reclusive adopted daughter to the park would make her any more social and signed her up for swim lessons instead.

Those self-same swimming lessons where she had met the little boy with fat cheeks and blue eyes and boundless energy who had been just too late to catch her carousel phase but was nevertheless waving her over now.

She doesn’t sit in the middle this time, though. She has no book to read, and anyway, she’s too old now for that not to make her sick. So she braces herself against the metal bars and prepares, because if anybody is going to get the carousel going fast enough to make you vomit, it’s Himmel.

And he does. But the wind catches Frieren’s pigtails, and he takes a flying leap onto the platform with a whoop of joy that would not befit a man of his age unless it were Himmel, and-

She leans back, feet planted wide, pulled from the center by the force of the turning table, and tips her head back, and she thinks - how nice this is, this playing. Even if it is a waste of time.

“Everyone needs a little carousel in their life!” Himmel crows over the scratchy din of the turning carousel. “Don’tcha think?”

But Frieren doesn’t answer, barely hears him. They are turning, turning, slowing, and when they finally start to slow enough that she can make out the real shapes of things around her, she finds herself hopping down from the table and gripping the bar and then breaking into a dizzy, stumbling run.

She does not want it to end. She doesn’t understand why, but she cannot stand the thought that the table will stop spinning and everything will come to an end.

And after, when they are lying face-up in the center, inside hands joined, outside hands resting on their aching stomachs, Himmel laughs and turns to kiss her cheek and says, “I told you, darling.”

She swats his hand away, but after a moment she thinks better of it and rolls over to lay her cheek against his chest.

This is a known quantity, a dance to which they both know the steps. He drapes his arm around her shoulder and kisses her head. She squirms closer.

And the work and the backpack and the children? They are long forgotten.

[97tears]

there’s like a surprising amount of thomas no shinzou academic essays but one thing i don’t agree about is that they all say juli has some form of internalized homophobia. simply not true

[cwritesfiction]

Would you ever write a horror novel?

Hmm...I don't think so? I think I'm too anxious to write horror-level bad things happening to characters

THAT BEING SAID, I could absolutely brainstorm some horror novel concepts.