#scene worksheet

[fictionadventurer]

"If the structure of your world ever evaporates, I will still be here."

I think The Q might contain one of the greatest declarations of friendship/love ever.

[honorthysalad]

I also think it’d be funny if ‘Hikaru’ could sense the hamster the same way the hamster can sense him. Two scenarios there, one where ‘Hikaru’ recognizes that they’re both undead things trapped in a living body that’s limiting them, or two, ‘Hikaru’ is very intimidated by this hamster and it’s like two dogs meeting for the first time.

[axle-hates-zucchini]

Goofy doodles from this week!!

English and history

Here’s another small one

[pink-sheep]

I fucking read non-stop..samurai of hyuga FOR THREE DAYS

[elibean]

this isn't a jp note: he clearly says "英語”, "English" here, but...

there's this, too:

this was a little different, anyway. jp:　やっぱり、カレッジで使う英語って難しいよ

en: the English they use at the College sure is hard.

little bit of nuance there.

ANYWAY. the point of this post.

this show canonically takes place in England....Right? Hang on. ok yeah it does. so...they're all speaking English. what the hell is going on here, lol

[heywriters]

This site looks wonderful? Copied their link list below for anyone who'd rather stay on Tumblr to preview what they offer.

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[thebibliosphere]

While my inability to harness and direct my focus is certainly one of the more annoying and hindering aspects of my ADHD, I think the worst part for me is the emotional dysregulation and the way negative emotions can effectively become a lightning rod for my wandering attention.

Like right now. I'm pissed off at something going on behind the scenes, and I literally cannot think of anything else. Can I distract myself? Yeah, sure, for about ten minutes. But can I do anything meaningful? No. Because I'm expending all my energy and attention on not thinking about the thing that's hurting me. And then something reminds me of the fuckery going on, and the rage comes back full force like a blunt force blow to my chest, and I'm left gasping in the wake of the intensity to both escape the situation and to turn around and inflict the exact same damage back.

The impulsive part of my brain knows the latter would be quicker. It's easier to lash out than do the work required to move on. It's more rewarding because I'd get the immediate emotional catharsis my dysfunctional, dopamine-deprived brain is craving.

In the barest of terms, the anger is stimulating. And that's dangerous.

If you're not careful, that's how you burn not just bridges but yourself as well. (Not to mention the people around you.) And right now, the entire inside of my head is a tinderbox of petty fuckery that won't accomplish anything if I act on it, but fuck me if the temptation to drop the match just isn't there all the time.

Anyway, I'm filling out an ADHD worksheet for a workshop I'm supposed to be doing, and I'm annoyed that all the questions are about productivity, with zero mention of literally anything else. And, like, granted, I knew there would be an emphasis on productivity going into this because there always is. But it'd just be nice to see mention of the other things and their importance rather than just treating them like a footnote.

I'm more than my inability to focus. I'm an entire array of dysfunctional fuckery that needs to be wrangled on an hourly basis, and it'd be nice to have it acknowledged how much energy that takes. That's all.

[2soulscollide]

Write your book STEP BY STEP

hello hello, it's me again!

today i'm bringing you a step-by-step / checklist to finally get your book done. i know it can be a bit complicated to put everything together to make your idea come to life (you're definitely not alone!)

that's why i compiled some tips and made this post, in hopes to help some author out there :D

let's get started.

PREMISE

assuming you already have a good idea in mind, you should start by writing a premise. to help you with that, try to answer these questions:

who is the main character?

what are their goals?

which troubles will they face / what's stopping them from achieving their goals?

do they have an opponent? if so, who?

now that you know the answers to these questions, it's time to write the premise. the premise consists in a sentence that summarizes your whole idea.

PLOT OUTLINE

there are infinite ways to plot your story. you can do it by writing down ideas and linking them together, following a scheme, or any other method.

the most common plot outlines are these:

synopsis outline: one to two pages, where you hit all the major beats of the story

in-depth outline: outline each chapter/scene

snowflake method: develop the premise into a bigger paragraph, and that paragraph into a page (etc.) until you have the whole outline of your story

booken method: plot the start and end of the story, and the main characters

the novel factory created plot sheets for free, and you can choose from eight different templates. you might want to check it out!

KNOW YOUR CHARACTERS

having your outline defined, you should start developing your characters now. the main character's profile might be more detailed than the others, however, it's up to you. there are many character sheets out there on the internet that will help you create flawless characters.

i have a post with resources that might be helpful when creating a character, check it out!

and here you have some prompts and sheets to create a character:

Quick Character Creator - EA Deverell

Extremely detailed character sheet template - @hawkasss

The Best Character Template Ever - Dabble

Character Twenty Questions Worksheet - The Writers Circle

at this point, you should also define the narrator's voice, tone, etc, as well as the pace of your novel.

LOCATIONS

define the principal locations of your story, the settings, and where the story is taking place. it's important to know how the environment looks, and how your characters feel about it.

for this part, you might find it useful to do some research about some locations, if you're not familiar with them. find inspiration on Pinterest, Tumblr, or even on books, paintings, and art. everything is valid.

if your story takes place in a fantasy environment, you might need to fill out a template to create it or write down the way you imagine it to be. try to get as many details as possible, so there are no holes when developing the novel.

SUBPLOTS

you might want to give more depth to your novel by developing a subplot (or more than one). make sure it doesn't get too confusing or that doesn't take the focus away from the main action.

the subplot can be a romance, another character's relationship, a character's arc, a backstory, etc. this will make your story more real and 3D, more realistic.

develop it as a side story and mix it with the principal plot but don't make it as important as the main story, otherwise, none of the plots will make an impact.

SYNOPSIS

write a synopsis as long as you wish, covering every important part of the story. this will help you to really know your idea, and have a solid structure for it. it can range from 500 to 2,500 words, but you don't have to restrict yourself to a number.

things the synopsis should cover:

the status quo

the complication

initial challenges

midpoint

further challenges

the low point

the climax

the resolution

DRAFT

and we get to the best part which is writing! now that you know everything about your story, characters, locations, and scenes, all you have to do is to put all that together in words. don't feel pressured to make everything look perfect already, just write what comes to your mind. if you have a new idea for the plot, good, write it down! if this character doesn't make sense anymore, okay, get rid of them. just go with the flow, following the structure you've planned, and everything starts to come to life.

i know it's so tempting to go back, read what you wrote, and start editing and polishing, but trust me, don't do that! it's a waste of time, and you will take so much more time to finish your first draft. in fact, i've given up on so many stories because of that...

just when you finish the first draft, you will re-read everything and start editing, fixing plot holes, changing what doesn't fit well, etc. but for now, just write, get the first draft done. enjoy the process, don't rush.

thanks for reading!

i hope this post was helpful!

also, you might be interested in this free workbook with over 90 pages and many exercises! check it out here: THE WRITER'S WORKBOOK

resources for this post:

How to Choose a Plot Outline Method: 4 Techniques for Outlining Novels

How to Write a Novel: A Step-by-Step Guide

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Plot Planning Worksheet

Title of Book:

Title of Series:

Genre:

Summarize the main idea of this book in one sentence:

Theme:

Setting:

Point of View:

Protagonist:

Supporting Characters:

ACT ONE

What’s the conflict? (subplot):

Who’s involved in the conflict? (list of characters and their roles):

What’s the protagonist’s internal reaction? (How does he/she feel? What motivates these feelings?):

What’s the protagonist’s external reaction? (what does he/she do?):

What does the protagonist want most?:

List the pivotal scenes:

ACT TWO

What’s the conflict? (subplot):

Who’s involved in the conflict? (list of characters and their roles):

What’s the protagonist’s internal reaction? (How does he/she feel? What motivates these feelings?):

What’s the protagonist’s external reaction? (what does he/she do?):

What does the protagonist want most?:

List the pivotal scenes:

ACT THREE

What’s the conflict? (subplot):

Who’s involved in the conflict? (list of characters and their roles):

What’s the protagonist’s internal reaction? (How does he/she feel? What motivates these feelings?):

What’s the protagonist’s external reaction? (what does he/she do?):

What does the protagonist want most?:

List the pivotal scenes:

Climax

Summarize the scene:

Protagonist’s Internal Reaction (how does he/she feel?):

Protagonist’s External Reaction (what does he/she do?):

Resolution:

Set up for next book in series:

Source ⚜ More: Writing Worksheets & Templates Plot ⚜ Character ⚜ Worldbuilding ⚜ Book Series

[cboffshore]

followup: should I post the worksheet questions I came up with? like just for anyone to peruse and take a crack at, perhaps? and then eventually I'd maybe tidy up my own responses and release them as a sort of loose answer key (although this an analysis exercise so there isn't a traditional wrong answer)?

today I wrote and completed a loose worksheet type analysis of a single line in Skybound (and it's none of the ones you'd ever expect, hell I didn't expect to ever touch it either) and I got like..... a bunch of fun insights out of it. just jotted down notes on my lunch break and wrung a gallon of new meaning out of eight words.

conclusion: when you're stuck on character analysis, pretend you are both your own long-suffering literature teacher and a student who needs to answer why the curtains MIGHT be blue, otherwise they're not allowed to play in the big game. life changing.

[writingquestionsanswered]

hiya! for writers who are complete beginners, kinda sorta maybe write at a high school level, can't describe to save their lives, have overall bad flow (as in they can't decide what little moments scenes to think up and even write, if they do, they're no good), have been told countless times to write daily and just read more but that doesn't cover the basics or foundations of creative writing, not like they can learn from a book bc they're a hands on learner anyway and p.s they're super broke so can't afford writing classes and no library near them offers free ones ---- aka me :( --- do you have any advice? lol i feel kinda doomed and that maybe writing isn't for me, but I don't wanna get my hopes down!! with the right tools, it's possible.

Free Resources for Learning How to Write

I want to start with addressing why you've been told so often "to write daily and read more" as a way to learn how to write. It's very difficult to learn and excel at a craft if you have no experience with said craft. You can read all the information in the world about how to forge a sword, but that doesn't mean you'll be able to pick up a hunk of metal and be able to forge a beautiful sword. You need to spend a lot of time watching other people forge swords, and spend a lot of time actually practicing each step yourself if you want to get good at it. Writing works the same way. Reading lets you experience what fiction should be, writing lets you practice each step for yourself.

Fortunately, there are lots of ways to read fiction for free. You can borrow books from friends, family members, and members of your community. You can check out books and e-books from your local library if you have one. You can look for Little Free Libraries in your neighborhood. There's also a lot of legally free fiction available online. Project Gutenberg, Planet E-Book, Bartleby, Literature.org, Classic Literature, Classic Short Stories, Wattpad, Archive of Our Own, Library of Short Stories, Levar Burton Reads, and sites like Kobo, Amazon, and Audible often offer freebies of both e-books and audio books.

Other free ways to learn how to write:

1 - Follow bloggers and vloggers and authors on social media who talk about the craft of writing. Some of my favorites are: Joanna Penn/The Creative Penn, K.M. Weiland, Liselle Sambury, Abbie Emmons, Hannah Lee Kidder, Brittany Wang, Alyssa Matesic, Bethany Atazadah, Lindsay Puckett, Alexa Donne, Shaelin Writes, Ellen Brock, The Writing Gals, and Sincerely, Vee.

2 - Follow writing craft blogs here on tumblr: (some suggestions) @writingwithcolor, @howtofightwrite, @heywriters, @cripplecharacters, @lgbtqwriting, @fixyourwritinghabits, @wordsnstuff, @yourbookcouldbegayer, @lizard-is-writing

3 - Watch writing craft videos on YouTube: If there's something specific you want to learn about, say, "how to structure a scene," type it into YouTube and many different videos will pop up that walk you through how to structure a scene. Just look for one that strikes you as appealing!

4 - Look for free writing resources online: many authors (especially indie authors and writing gurus/coaches like Joanna Penn, K.M. Weiland, Bethany Atazadeh, Brittany Wang, and Abbie Emmons) offer free writing resources on their web sites or by signing up for their newsletters. Often you'll see writers participating in free online writing summits/workshops which you can sign up for and either watch the videos live or via video playback that is offered for a short period of time (like 24 hours.)

5 - Do a Google Search: believe it or not, there's not a single thing you could want to learn about writing that you can't find for free on Google. If you want to learn how to improve your grammar, go to Google, type in "tips for improving grammar" and you will get a million articles that will tell you how to do just that. Want to learn how to improve your story's flow? Google "how to improve story flow" and you'll have your answer. You can even search for free worksheets, guides, and workbooks on just about anything you want. "Free character development worksheet" brought back a ton of nice looking free worksheets. "Free worldbuilding workbook" brought up several free workbooks and worksheets to help you with worldbuilding. Everything you could want to know is out there.

And, bonus: you can always read through the posts in my WQA master list to get help with a wide variety of craft and writer-related issues.

Happy learning! ♥

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[ssahotchnerr]

omg the math homework one but aaron is the one who's bad at math (ok canonically he's probably very good at math) so you go over to his place one day and find him hunched over jack's math homework with his hand tangled in his hair trying to figure out a 3rd grade math problem. and jack has already lost interest and is watching cartoons on the TV while aaron is losing his mind. im thinking of that one incredibles scene where bob is like "THEY CHANGED MATH"

calling bullshit

just the image of aaron losing his complete mind over math 😭 omg <3 cw; mention of food, aaron is just 😭😒🤨🥰

you let yourself into aaron's apartment, takeout in hand. you enter into the usual scene - the lamp's lit in the corner, casting a warm, cozy glow. some laundry is perched on the chair, yet to be put away. jack's sprawled out on the couch, some show blaring in front of him. the only unusual thing, aaron seems to be absent.

"hey jackers." you stand beside him, brushing back some of the wispy hairs draped over his forehead. he doesn't acknowledge you too much, as his eyes are glued to the tv screen, simply murmuring a 'hi' in response. "where's your dad?"

"doing homework."

your nose crinkles in confusion. "homework?"

you receive a nod from him in response, and leave him be in search of aaron. you find him in the dining room, vaguely slouched over the table, frustratedly running his hand through his hair. it's quite disheveled, poking in all different directions. his tie is thrown exasperatedly onto the table as well, the top few buttons of his dress shirt undone, sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

"yikes." your tone is half laugh, half genuine concern. "difficult case?"

aaron straightens his posture, leaning his head back to look at you. his sweet brown eyes are heavily annoyed. "take a look at this."

you grimace slightly. "oh, i don't think i would be much help-"

"just, trust me. take a look."

you cautiously peer over his shoulder, expecting to come face to face with gruesome, murderous details of whatever case his team happens to be working on. but rather, you see multiple math worksheets - jack's name in his childlike, messy-yet-legible print in the corner of each.

you bit down onto your lip to refrain from laughing. "oh, this kind of homework."

"why the hell would they change math." aaron gruffs, tossing his pencil onto the table. "it's universal, isn't it? means the same damn thing everywhere. so who cares if you carry the number this way, or line up the problem this way."

"well, i mean-"

"this is third grade math, i'm a grown man and i've been sitting here trying to make sense of this new way how to do it. it's complete bullshit, if you ask me." a large exhale escapes him, his annoyance now heightening into slight anger. "and they say, this is the new simpler, easier way of doing it? again, bullshi-"

"okay." you laugh, placing a gentle kiss on his head. your hands wrap around him from behind, allowing you to soothingly run your palms along his chest. "how about you try and calm down. i brought food, so we'll eat, and you can take a break. afterwards, all three of us will sit down and figure this out. sound good?"

aaron releases another tense breath, relaxing back into his chair at your touch, and nods silently. you turn your head, placing a kiss on his neck. it's the closest skin of his you can reach, and his skin's warm from his aggravation.

not without giving him another kiss, you trail into the kitchen. but, you can hear him mumbling incoherently under his breath. "-everyone ends up using calculators anyway."

[lottiesboy]

take your baby to work day!!

pairing: cg!melissa schemmenti x fem!little!reader

summary: it’s a teacher’s work day, so melissa brings you to work with her.

tags: sfw, fluff, age regression, mama!melissa, reader regressed to 2-4 years old, melissa’s friends being nice to you :33

for @criblovr's fic trade :3

“ready to go, bambi?” melissa buckled your seatbelt. you nodded, smiling as you held your stuffie to your chest. “gonna go to mama job!”

“that’s right, baby girl!” she smiled back. the drive to the school wasn’t very long, melissa keeping you occupied with playing some of your favorite songs in the car.

it was a teacher’s work day at abbott, so there were no kids there, just teachers. and you were regressed, so melissa thought it was the perfect day to finally take you to work with her.

you were actually really shy about meeting melissa’s coworkers, but she reassured you that they’re gonna be super nice to you. you held onto melissa as she talked to barbara, hiding behind her.

“and who’s this?” barbara smiled. melissa rubbed your back. “don’t be shy, sweets. you know barb, right?” you nodded, waving politely. you’ve hung out with melissa’s co-workers when you were big, so you were a little nervous for them to see you little.

“hi, sweetheart. are you excited to hang out with your mama today? i bet you are.” barbara talked to you just how she talked to her students. she thought it was adorable how clingy you were towards melissa.

after melissa talked with barbara a little more, the two of you walked to her classroom. “mama class pretty.” she let you sit at her desk, smiling at you spinning around in her chair.

“i’m glad you like it, bambina. you wanna help mama with some work?” you nodded, melissa giving you some worksheets to sort for her students.

after you two were done, it was time for lunch. melissa grabbed your lunch bags off her desk and walked to the teacher’s lounge. the whole gang was there talking about god knows what.

“oh, hey melissa!” janine smiled. “and, hey little one.” janine waived at you and you shyly waived back. “you’re so shy, bambi. it’s okay. mama’s friends are nice, right?” you nodded, letting melissa unzip your lunch bags and pull out your food.

“eat your sandwich, baby girl.” she encouraged. your little self began to warm up melissa’s friends, you and janine talking up a storm.

“looks like my little chatterbox found someone to get along with.” melissa smiled. “wait, where’s ava? isn’t she supposed to be here?” jacob turned around, confused.

“apparently, she took today off because this is a teacher’s work day, not a principal’s work day.” gregory sipped his coffee while others groaned and some laughed.

after you finished your food, you tugged on melissa’s sleeve. “what’s up, baby girl?”

“candy, mama.” you pointed at the vending machine. seeing that ate all your food like a big girl, she gave you a couple dollars and let you walk up to the machine.

you put the dollars in all by yourself but you had some trouble picking what you wanted. melissa looked back, seeing how adorably deep into thought you were.

you pressed the button for your candy bar, tapping your feet as you waited for it to fall down the slot, but it got stuck. you whined, tearing up because you didn’t get your special treat.

melissa went to comfort you, but gregory swooped in before you started crying. “hold on. it’s okay.” he reassured you before shaking the machine a little. he shook the machine with all his might until your candy bar finally dropped down.

you squealed and grabbed your treat happily, your tears forgotten. “what do you say to gregory, bambi?” melissa smiled. “thank you.” you smiled shyly, gregory smiling back and giving you a pat on the head.

you sat in melissa’s lap now, eating your candy and kicking your feet a little. you had gotten the chocolate all over your face and hands, making melissa clean your face with a baby wipe. barbara watched the entire scene play out in front of her, thinking it was the most precious thing.

soon, it was time to go home and time for your nap. you sleepily waved goodbye to everyone, whining for melissa to pick you up. “you had fun today, sleepy girl?” she rubbed your back, feeling you nod against her shoulder. when she got to her car, she put you in and strapped your seatbelt.

“oh my goodness,,, mama’s got the sleepiest little girl in the world in her car, huh?” melissa watched as you cuddled your stuffie and your little eyes fluttered shut, falling asleep as soon as melissa left the parking lot.

[chronicowboy]

When Connor finally comes over to the loft, Buck can only think thank god.

Its not that he doesn't like Kameron, he actually really enjoys her company. She's funny and bubbly and enjoys learning whatever new facts he'd found on Wikipedia that day and she has killer commentary for shitty reality TV.

Its not even the whole pregnant thing. He laughs when she balances her plate on her belly and he always braves her adventures in craving combinations even if it ends with him gagging and swearing never to eat tuna or jelly ever again - sidenote: chips and whipped cream is a new go-to snack.

He's just fed up of feeling like a perpetual roommate in his own apartment yet again. And his couch fucking sucks.

Also, like, its great that Connor and Kameron are starting to talk things through.

But his couch sucks.

So, when Connor comes over looking sheepish and apologetic, Buck welcomes him in with a smile. Kameron... not so much.

"I'm... gonna head upstairs," Buck mumbles into the awkward silence of the kitchen, "and get into my running gear." He nods once before fleeing up to his bedroom.

Buck dives for his headphones when their hushed voices start hissing at each other, connecting them up to his phone with fast hands and blasting his workout playlist as loud as he can bear. He strips efficiently, pulling on a pair of shorts and a tank top in the bathroom when the voices get louder. Then he's rushing downstairs and grabbing his sneakers, wondering if it would be wise to run all the way to Eddie's house.

His hand is an inch away from the doorknob when Connor stops him. With a silent sigh, Buck pops a headphone out and turns to face the scene in front of him.

Kameron is leaning on the kitchen island, palms flat against the marble, fingers curled under her hands, head hung low. Connor is wide-eyed and pleading, his grip on Buck's wrist tight and unyielding as he keeps him fixed to his spot.

"Buck, tell me you could raise a kid that wasn't yours," he begs, something frantic to his voice. Buck thinks he recognises the fear in Connor's eyes, thinks it looks a lot like Chimney haunting the loft weeks after Hen and Eddie had returned home. Not a fear of covid or DNA, but a fear of fatherhood cloaked in a thousand defences. "Tell me that it wouldn't bug you every single day."

Buck blinks. He opens his mouth, but something thick and cloying crawls up his throat and stops the words from coming out.

He sees flashes. Too-long curls and crutches and glasses. Nights spent huddled on a couch in front of the same shitty kid's film that Buck would happily watch a hundred times over, days spent hunched over worksheets at the dining table, mornings heavy with sleep but light with joy. Trips to the zoo, visits to the aquarium, tours of the observatory. Nightmares and tears and a run away on his doorstep. Sodden clothes and clasped hands and such visceral fear that Buck had thought he was dying. Saying no to one last game, mixing veggies into the sauce, putting his foot down on screen time. A bag full of pharmacy supplies and the tiles of the bathroom floor cold under him and growing pains Buck feels in his old bones.

"It wouldn't," Buck croaks, it feels a lot like a confession. "My captain has been more of a dad to me than my father ever was." Buck shakes his head, shrugs. "Its not about DNA, Connor, its about love."

"But." Connor's chest heaves with panicked breaths. "So, you'd do it? You'd raise another man's kid?"

Buck recognises the fear again, but this time its his own. Connor is feeling the same fear that had Buck staggering through the ravaged streets of Los Angeles. The same fear that had Buck withdrawing, trying to chase Eddie and Christopher out of the door with a list of all his sins. The same fear that had Buck reminding Eddie of Christopher's biological family. The fear Buck feels every time he has to say goodbye to Chris.

Its then that Buck's phone buzzes. He glances down at the new notification. A picture of Eddie scowling down at a cookbook captioned uh oh - backup needed ASAP.

"Oh," Buck breathes down at the screen.

All the flashes suddenly comes together, one beautiful mosaic of parental devotion.

Buck remembers the way Chimney's dad's words had lodged something sharp and painful into his chest, remembers wondering why. He remembers a quiet conversation on opposite sides of a hospital bed, remembers wondering why me. He remembers scribbling hearts together for an assignment, remembers its his turn to save you. He remembers wondering if he could be a donor not dad and Eddie asking if he knew any of Christopher's secrets.

"Buck?" Connor prompts.

"I'd do it," Buck says, only looking up from his phone when it fades to black. When he says it, it sounds a lot like you know I wouldn't. "Because... even though that kid might not be my blood, he'd still be mine," here, his voice cracks right down the middle. "I'm sorry, I have to go."

"What? Buck!"

"Sorry." Buck yanks the door open and looks over his shoulder with an apologetic shrug. "My kid needs me."

[offbrandkyoya]

[24]

m.list next

f/fl = favorite flavor

The boys karasuno volleyball team doesn’t have practice today, which makes Kageyama happy because he can see Yn sooner rather than later. 

Just this one class, and he’ll see Yn. A smile appears on his face as the thought of being with them brings him so much joy. His cheeks are red since he really is falling for them. 

A few minutes pass, and the teacher concludes the lecture and tells the students they may leave. Kageyama picks up his bag and begins to stuff his notebook and pencils in it. The door slides open, and Hinata runs up to the boy. “Kageyama!” He shouts, standing next to his desk.

Kageyama frowns while moving his strap around his shoulder. “What do you want?” Hinata grins. “Are you and Yn going out today?” Kageyama blushes and shoves his face. “They’re going to my place.” “Scandalous!” “Ugh! Shut up!” Kageyama begins to walk out, with Hinata following behind. 

“They’re going to help me with school work.” “What?!” Hinata pouts. “That’s so lame!” Kageyama turns around and hits his head. “Shut up, I said!” Kageyama faces forward and continues walking, with Hinata whining in the background. 

“Kageyamaaaaa!” “Ugh what?!” “That’s such a lame idea!” Kageyama rolls his eyes. “They said yes, so I don’t see why that's the problem.” “Okay…” Hinata responds with uncertainty. “Better hope Yn doesn’t think of themselves as just your tutor.” Kageyama stops walking, causing Hinata to bump into him. “Ow!” He rubs his nose.

Kageyama slowly turns his head toward him with a dark glare. “Do you want to die?” “I didn’t even do anything!” Kageyama looms over him. “How many times do I have to tell you to shut up?” Hinata yells, “Okay! I’m sorry!” 

“Kageyama?” The boys jump in surprise and see you watching the scene unfold. Hinata sprints to you and clings to your arm. "Yn, help me! Kageyama is trying to kill me!” “You dumbass!” Kageyama yells and rushes over, grabbing his collar and yanking him away from you. 

Hinata struggles in his hold as Kageyama yells insults at him. You stand there in disbelief before letting out a laugh. The boys look at you, and you walk over, gently patting Kageyama's arm. “Let him go.” “Okay.” He does so, dropping Hinata onto his buttocks. “Asshole!” Hinata comments, helping himself up. 

You laugh again. “You guys are really funny, especially you, Kageyama.” He blushes at those words. Hinata side-eyes him. “He really isn’t.” Kageyama whips his head at him, lifting a fist, and Hinata looks the other way, whistling. 

You tug on Kageyama’s sleeve. He looks at you instantly. “Are you going to practice?” “Uh, no, there aren’t any.” “Oh!” You smile wide. “So, let’s get going then.” He nods. Hinata sticks out his tongue but smiles and gives Kageyama a thumbs up. Kageyama shoos him away and continues walking with you.

You and Kageyama stay in his room, sitting on the floor with papers scattered around. You are looking at a worksheet with questions for Kageyama. “Okay, what does despondent mean?” Kageyama sits there, scrunching up his nose to think of the best answer to give. “Despondent…despondent means…” 

He shuts his eyes. “It means feeling low-spirited and discouraged.” You smile wide and nod. “Yup!” He reopens his eyes in shock. “Wait really? You’re not pulling my leg, right?” You laughed while shaking your head. “No, I’m not. You’re right!” 

Kageyama's eyes sparkle in amazement. He didn’t know he was capable of learning a big word like that! You place the paper down and clap. “I knew you had it in you, Kageyama!” He smiles and says, “Thanks. I have a really good tutor.” You blush in surprise, and then he blushes too from embarrassment. “Uh, if you are my tutor, This is your second time helping me. You’re my friend, but..." You giggle. “It’s fine.” 

You stack all the papers on top of your notebook. “How about we take a break?” Kageyama lets out a sigh of relief and nods. “I’d like that.” You both continue sitting on the floor until Kageyama stands up rather quickly. “Would you like anything to drink?” 

You giggle, “Do you have yogurt?” He nods and walks out of the room. You decide to follow him to save him some time. Kageyama opens the fridge and grabs two yogurts for you and himself. When he turns back around, he’s jump-scared by you standing behind him. “Oh! I’m sorry!” You say, and he shakes his head. “No, it’s fine.”

He handed the yogurt to you, and you thanked him. “Your home is nice.” You say, and he looks down at his snack. “Thanks.” You notice a faint blush on his cheeks, which makes you blush as well. “So, do you want to go back?” You ask, picking on the yogurt top. Kageyama looks at you with a nod. You both walk together upstairs to his room and sit back down on the floor.

You opened the yogurt, but then laughed. He looks at you curiously. “Kageyama, we forgot the spoons.” His face turned red, and he scrambled to get up. “Oh my god, I'm so sorry.” You continue to laugh. “It’s okay.” Kageyama sighs, “I’ll get them.” “Alright.” 

He hurriedly got up and walked out the door. Kageyama is so embarrassed that he forgot the spoons. He was so focused on you that he completely forgot about the device to help you guys eat. Kageyama sighs once he opens the kitchen drawer to grab two spoons. He closes it and walks back to his room. 

“Here.” He says, squatting down on the floor. You smile and grab the spoon. “Thank you very much.” You begin to eat and smile with delight. “This is so good!” Kageyama smiles too as he eats. “Very.” Then, Kageyama came to the realization that yogurt is one of your interests. Well, that’s what he thinks. He tilts his head. ‘Does liking food count?’

Kageyama isn’t quite sure, but he’s determined to like what you like. “So,” he says, "is there a yogurt flavor you like?” You think for a moment. “Hm, I’d have to say f/fl. What about you?” “I like it plain.” He replies, and you nod. “But I’d eat any. I like yogurt in general.” You smile at that. “That’s cool.”

Kageyama takes another bite. “I’ll make sure I eat your favorite often.” You blush, then he blushes too once he realizes what he just said. “Uh, because I normally don’t eat that certain flavor because, like I said, I eat it mostly plain,” The more he talks, the redder his face gets.

You cover your mouth to hide your laughter. “It’s fine, really.” You tell him. “I’m very happy to hear you say that.” “Really? That wasn’t weird?” “No.” Kageyama blushes even more. You guys continue to eat in silence. You looked around his room in boredom, then you caught him staring at you. He turns red and looks down. You smile while titling your head. “Is there something on my face?”

He shakes his head, stuffing his face with yogurt. You chuckle at how dazed he is that it caused him to spread yogurt around his mouth. You scoot forward, reaching a hand out, your thumb wiping off the yogurt. Kageyamas eyes wander everywhere but your face. He felt like he was going to blow up right now. 

“There.” You say and lick the yogurt off your finger. Kageyama squeezes his yogurt cup, flustered at what you did and how calm you approached the situation. You go back to eating, unaware of Kageyama’s redden face and still demeanor. 

You finished your yogurt and wait for him to finish his. Kageyama didn’t take long and you gave him your cup so he can go throw it away in trash can that sat right next to him. Kageyama gets up to put away the spoons, leaving you to sit and wait.

You decide to look over his worksheets to pass the time and come up with questions to ask him. He comes back and sits back down on his spot. Kageyama notices what you’re doing, and he frowns. He wished the break had lasted a bit longer.

You chuckle when seeing how upset he is. “Don’t worry, this will be the last thing we do.” “Really?” “Yes.” You nod, despite the fact it’s only been a few minutes since you started. You guys continue to study a bit more before you had to go. 

“It was nice hanging out with you, Kageyama.” You say by the entrance. Kageyama nods, “I had fun.” “I didn’t know you found studying fun.” Kageyama blinks in utter disgust. He didn’t realize you were joking so you laughed, “I’m sorry, Kageyama. I was only joking.” 

He blushes, “O-Oh! I…I knew that!” “Okay.” You laughed harder. “Then, I’ll be off. Thanks again.” Kageyama, still red in face, nods. “You’re welcome.” Then he scratches his head. ‘Shouldn’t I be the one thanking them?’

“Bye.” You wave and walk out of his home. Kageyama waves too, then sighs. ‘I really don’t know anything.’

hey…how y’all doing….

sorry I haven’t posted in um..A MONTH.

I burnt myself out and then I went out of state and next week I start college like UGHH

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[phantom-0-writer]

scene 03: get in loser, we’re going shopping

original prompt: gotham academy's mentorship program

more at: table of contents

timeline: much later after scene 1 & 2

Danny and Damian sat at one of the corner tables in the library. Danny had finals coming up, and was busy reviewing the term’s worth of topics from all his classes. Damian, who had insisted on joining him, sat bored. having nothing left to study. 

Danny looked at the younger boy when he sighed for the 3rd time in the past five minutes. Deciding that maybe he should take a break and indulge Damian, Danny finished the last problem, and let his book shut with a loud finality. 

Damian looked up at him hopefully, “Are you done, now?” He asked. Danny could tell he was trying his best to not seem too eager, but Danny couldn’t help but laugh at his antics. 

“Yup,” packing his things away first, he waited for Damian, when he noticed what the boy had taken up in his boredom. “Woah, Damian.” He whispered in awe, picking up the paper closest to him. “You did this?” 

Damian seemed to need a moment to understand what Danny was referring to before becoming flustered and embarrassed, a soft pink spreading on his ears, “It was simply mindless work.” He sounded defensive, like someone had berated him for his artist interests before. Danny tried not to react to that, knowing Damian would probably find it insulting. 

The sketch was on the back of a math worksheet Damian had long since completed, it was of a fighter who seemed to be using his sword to attack a nondiscript opponent. Danny knew from his many intensive training sessions with Pandora that the figure's form was slipping into leaving them open for an easy frontal attack from their opponent, while simultaneously leaving the fighter to not have the range of motion they might need to defend themselves. Most of the lines of the drawing were scratchy and short but overly repeated giving the fighter the illusion of fast movement, directly in contrast the hard outline of the fighter’s form made it seem like the fighter was stuck in their position. 

Liminals and liminal-agencent people by definition did not have a strong awareness to manipulate ectoplasm consciously like other more ghostly beings could. Coincidentally, liminals tended to leak their own internally produced and stored ectoplasm when they acted on their deep emotions. Scientifically this usually showed itself as a person ‘harnessing their full potential’ in moments of crisis or in some more extreme and rarer cases accessing their metagene (meta’s were not to be confused with liminals or ghostly beings they hold few to no similarities outside of coincidence). Danny had known from the beginning that Damian was a liminal, likely from prolonged exposure to ectoplasm, and paradoxically had a difficult time understanding and accessing his own emotions. Emotional negligence was never healthy for an ectoplasmic being, and Danny knew it would be a long process for Damian to learn how to properly deal with his layered and complex emotions. 

  That being said, there was a steady level of ectoplasm spread over the paper, something that did not match what Danny would have expected from Damian’s current state with his emotional and subsequently his ectoplasmic abilities. The fighter was clearly a character Damian had either consciously or subconsciously created to represent himself. 

Danny could work with this. 

During the long moment of silence Damian seemed to have grown more and more anxious for Danny’s reaction. Danny let his emotions display easily on his face, wide eyed, “This is so good, Damian. I didn’t know you drew. Do you like art?” 

“I do not draw. Art is a meaningless waste of time and only those without higher goals would indulge in such an activity.” Damian sounded conflicted, and the words he was saying were pretty obviously echoed from what someone else had said to him. 

“That’s ridiculous,” Danny scoffed, “Art is a very important basis for almost everything. I mean it would feel pretty stale to live in a world where there was no uniqueness anywhere. Drawing, painting, writing, acting, sculpting, singing, or whatever else, are all unique forms of making something that no one else could truly ever recreate exactly. Even if it’s minute, there are always differences in the way that one person would commit to something than another person. It’s the basis of humanity and in the core of the human mind. If you try to block it so harshly from yourself, you’ll end up locking up an integral part of yourself that sets you apart from the other 7 million people on this planet.” 

Damain stood there, considering what Danny said. 

Not waiting another moment, Danny grabbed Damian’s bag heading out of the library. “What are you doing?” Damian asked suspiciously, quickly falling in step with Danny, grabbing his bag back. 

Danny smirked at him, “We’re going shopping, Loser.” 

Damian looked scandalied at the nickname, not understanding the reference. “I am not a loser.” he huffed. 

Danny just laughed as they waited for the next bus. Once they got to their stop and entered the store, Danny beelined for where he knew the art supplies to be. Damian followed behind him, unfamiliar with the store.

Sure, if Damian wanted, he could easily buy the more top of the line supplies, after all he was a Wayne. But Danny was pointedly a broke scholarship kid right now, and it didn’t sit right to let Damian pay for things he was buying, no matter how much of a trust fund kid he may be. Not that Danny was exactly broke, but he imagined the cashiers at their local supermarket wouldn’t appreciate him trying to pay for a sketchbook, a couple sketch pens and pencils, and a 25 pack of Crayola markers with solid gold coins. 

It was around 4:30 when they left the store with their stuff, Damian eyeing the bag curiously the whole time. They walked the rest of the way to a local cafe, and Danny sat Damian down. 

“Okay, we’ll be here for the next hour,” He pulled out his own sketchpad, the concepts filling the pages were more accurately  blueprints more than drawings, “Draw whatever you want.” 

“I don’t know what to draw.” Damian huffed, awkwardly taking the supplies from Danny, and examining his surroundings carefully. Damian sat in the corner for a while, blending into the surroundings as he watched how the world spun around him. Danny was half-way through reviewing one of his older designs when Damian finally decided to open the pack of pencils and the first strike on the paper was made. They stayed there for long over the allotted hour, both sucked into their own projects. 

“I finished.” Damian breathed in satisfaction, stretching his hand and back in his chair at the admission. 

Danny eyed him with curiosity. “Can I see?” He asked. Danny wasn’t sure how right he had been about Damian using drawing to help regulate his ectoplasm and emotions, and he wanted to check how consistent it would be. Also he was really curious to see what he had drawn. 

Damian looked a little bashful at his request, but he nodded, handing the sketch book over to Danny. Danny could easily feel the ectoplasmic energy scattered across the page, it wasn’t as constant as the first drawing had been, but it was still there. So he was right. 

The drawing this time was of what had likely originally meant to be the barista, based on the outlines of the industrial coffee machine and register that had started out but been forgotten later for the center of the piece. The man was wearing an apron similarly like the one the barista had been wearing and a similar uniform, but that was the only similarities that Danny could draw from his surroundings in the drawing. The man, unlike their teenaged barista, was quite aged, with thin but well groomed hair, and a mustache. He had a longer face scattered with wrinkles of old age. The old man was looking down, presumably working on something, and seemingly happy with whatever it was. The ecto-signature was more concentrated around the old man, leading Danny to believe it was someone Damian likely loved and admired. 

“You’re so good at this.” Danny complemented, honestly. “Did you have fun?” He asked, it was starting to get dark and they had stayed at the cafe longer than Danny had asked him to without complaint. 

“Yeah, I did.” He answered after a moment. Danny ruffled his hair affectionately, “Hey, you’re gonna mess it up.” He complained, making no effort to remove himself. 

“C’mon, let’s get you home. I have to go to work soon.” Danny led them out of the store, just in time for an expensive looking black car to pull around the bend and expertly stop in front of him. 

“Young Master Damian, I’ve come to pick you up.” An old British gentleman spoke from the driver seat, it was the man from the drawing. 

“Understood, Alfred.” Damian turned to hand the art supplies back to Danny. 

“They’re yours.” Danny refused. 

“I’ll take care of them.” Damian promised, placeing the supplies carefully inside his book bag. 

“I’m sure you will.” Danny nodded, stepping back so the car could drive away. 

“Mister Daniel, I would have no problem taking you home as well. It is quite late now.” The driver spoke kindly. It surprised Danny how accurate Damian had drawn that picture without so much as a reference. 

“No it’s alright.” Danny waved away the idea, “I have to go to work now, and it’d be too out of the way for you.” He explained. 

The driver didn’t press, but Danny noticed how his eye caught on something in the distance before he bid his farewells and left. 

Danny made his way to the bus stop, and waited, mindlessly scrolling through his phone. Moments later another older teen approached the bus stop as well, waiting idly for the transport to arrive. He had black hair with a white tuft in the front, a sign of prolonged ectoplasmic exposure Danny knew all too well, roughly 6’ and some inches, and wore a hood of his red jacket over half his head. 

Danny supposed it was fitting for someone who called himself the Red Hood. 

The bus arrived, and both Danny and his co-passenger got at the stop before Arkham Asylum. Park Row AKA Crime Alley. By the time Danny clocked in and changed into his uniform for his shift it was already dark outside. 

“Welcome to BatBurger.” He said in chorus with the rest of the workers at the bell chime of the door opening. The man walked to the counter silently, his white tuft of hair skillfully swept under a baseball cap he hadn’t had before. When he approached Danny’s station, Danny took his order, and right before completing the transaction, as per procedure, “Can I get a name for your order?” He asked. 

“Jason Todd.”