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topazadine · 3 months ago

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"How Do I Make Myself Start Writing?" (Tips to Get the Damn Thing Done)

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I have complained previously about people telling newbie writers to "just write!!!" as if this helps at all. In that post, I was more assessing the reason why people ask how to start writing rather than the mechanics of beginning to write.

Now I am going to come back and give you some basic, nuts-and-bolts tips on how to actually start writing something.

In this post, we will discuss how to develop a good framework for writing. Because I am a plotter, not a pantser, I will be focusing on plotting rather than just going at it willy-nilly. This is just my opinion and my process, so some things may not apply to you; take what you like and leave the rest.

Here's the outline of what we will discuss. I will be including links to previous posts that cover each aspect in more detail if you need more advice on each step:

Plotting

Outlining

Titling Sections

Writing Out of Order

Getting Started by Section

Using Google/Word Comments While Writing

Tools for Motivation

Tools for Concentration

Tools for Revision

Plotting

When plotting, you are not coming up with a play-by-play; that is the outline. People often confuse the two when writing, which leads to them getting overwhelmed.

With a plot, you only care about these components:

The inciting event

The MC's goal

The summit or climax

The end

You can think of your plot as the elevator pitch you'd give to someone when explaining your story; it is a general overview of the piece.

So, if I was looking at my 100k+ fanfic, "A Tale of Two Citadels," I would describe it as this:

"Two Yamanbagiris get mixed up and sent to opposite citadels: one good, one bad. They then have to find their way back to their own home. Omokage steps in and cuts a hole in space-time to rescue his citadel's Yamanbagiri, bringing back Manba from the other citadel."

Now we can move on to the outline, where we figuring how to go from inciting event -> summit -> end.

Outlining

Outlines are tricky because if you add too much detail, then you get demotivated, as I have discussed in my Double Outlining method.

As I explain there, I like to come up with a very long outline, which contains everything I want to have in there, and then drastically cut it down to my actual planning document I use while guiding my work.

When I am outlining, I do not always use chapters, unless I am 100% certain that I will have exactly that many chapters. Instead, I organize things by different scenes.

Sometimes it's possible to use chapters; for example, if I have dual POVs and am switching back and forth every chapter, then the amount of chapters I have is mostly locked in. But if you're doing a single POV, you may find you need more or less than you expected.

Anyway, you'll start with these main components:

Beginning

Inciting event

Climax

End

And then go and fill in the rest. If you are using my Plot Mountain method for adventure stories, then it will look something like this:

Base Camp: Beginning.

Base Camp -> ABC: Lead-up to inciting event.

ABC: Inciting event.

ABC -> North Col: First challenge.

North Col: First break/plateau.

And so on ... you can read the Plot Mountain post for a better understanding of what I am talking about.

Once you have a basic understanding of each scene that will be included, it's time to develop your draft.

Titling Sections

I like to start out with headers for each section or scene, as this helps me know what I will need to work on.

It's easy to forget that your first draft is not your final draft and you do not have to use "Chapter 1," etc when doing it. In fact, I discourage this, because you may very well find you need more chapters, and then you get yourself confused.

Instead, consider using descriptive headers and organizing things by scene when you are writing.

This is an example of what I am talking about, from the first draft of the sixth part of the Eirenic Verses series, Poesy.

Those are the "titles" of each chapter. Once I was actually done with the book, I went in and fixed these headers into actual chapters.

This method is helpful because of what I will discuss next (writing out of order) and because it helps ensure that you're staying on track with your plot points.

If I have already done most of the writing and then realized that I need a new chapter, I make a new header, highlight the "Chapter" part, and then add a comment to it reminding me of what this scene needs to include.

I do not highlight the number of the chapter, because I may very well find that I need another chapter before this one. Then I'd have to renumber it, nuking my comment in the process.

In general, I try to keep all sections within about 200-500 words of each other (depending on how long the chapters are), unless there's an extremely good reason for a given chapter to be much shorter than the others.

This helps the reader know what to expect and how to pace themselves when they are reading. If they're just about to go to bed and say "one more chapter," and then that chapter ends up being twice as long as the others, they might be a bit annoyed.

Writing Out of Order

Sometimes you are stuck on a section for whatever reason; maybe you're not feeling it, maybe you need more research, maybe you're not quite sure where you're heading with it. And that's fine! Just don't let it demotivate you.

Write what part you're most excited about when you are most excited about it.

I usually write the beginning, the climax, and the end first. Then, I add the "sub-climaxes:" those smaller sections of tension, like a fight scene or whatever.

After that, I stitch them all together with the downtime scenes, which will have a bit of momentum but a slower pace.

In many cases, a downtime scene is combined with a moment of tension to make a full chapter.

Getting Started by Section

If I am very stuck on a particular section and just can't get myself to do it, I tell myself to write 200 words in the section, and if I'm still not feeling it, then I can stop and do another part, or give up for the day. In many cases, I end up continuing for a few more hundred words.

Even if I still give up on the section for the day, I have given myself to something to work on when I pick it back up again: I am not confronted with a blank page with no understanding of what I am supposed to do next.

Sometimes, if I am really, really stuck, I'll stop writing right in the middle of a sentence, which gives me an even stronger anchor when I'm ready to continue.

Using Google/Word Comments While Working

Google or Word comments are an immensely helpful tool while you are working, as they help remind you of things that you know you need to add but don't feel like doing right in the moment.

They don't have to be very long either, just enough to tell you that you still have some more work to do on this part.

Then, as you finish, you can either delete them or resolve them, depending on whether you want to remember what you had to fix. I tend to delete them, as resolved comments can still be visible on a completed Word doc when I send it to a beta reader.

Tools for Motivation

Word Count Spreadsheet. Keeping track of your work every day helps build intrinsic motivation and encourages you to keep going, even on days where you don't feel like working.

StimuWrite. I explained this in great detail on my other blog, but essentially it gamifies writing for you.

Pomodoro Method. You've probably heard of this already so I won't belabor the point, but it makes you work in 25-minute-ish chunks where you do nothing but what you're meant to be doing. Because I use Cold Turkey, I don't tend to need it, but sometimes I'm really, really distracted, and then I will put a timer on to keep myself honest.

Tools for Concentration

Cold Turkey. I don't see this get mentioned a lot by writers and I'm not sure why, as I literally use it every single day of my life. It blocks whatever websites you shouldn't be looking at so that you can focus on your work.

Binaural Beats. While binaural beats aren't some Hail Mary thing that makes you into a super genius, they can be helpful sometimes. You can find lots of versions of binaural beats on YouTube or your favorite music playing app.

Tools for Revision

Microsoft Read Aloud. I really like this tool for Word, though it does tend to butcher fantasy names (especially Uileac, I'm sorry honey). This makes it easier to catch typos or notice where you used the same word twice in a sentence. You can find this under the "review" section. Be sure to put it on normal speed or even below normal speed so that you can really capture missing words.

ProWritingAid. I will say that since I have started using ProWritingAid more frequently, I don't find as much value in it anymore, especially with the critique feature. They changed it recently so that it's not quite as thorough. Still, if you're a newer writer, you can definitely find benefit in its suggestions, particularly the "Inspiration" element. It is also good for letting you see an immediate overview of problems so you can just click on them and fix them all at once. I also like its sensory feature so I remember to actually add all five senses to my work.

Beta Readers. Yes, of course, beta readers are very helpful. But you need to find good ones! Ask if a writer on Tumblr that you like and admire will be willing to take a look at your work; they may say no, but there's no harm in asking. Fiverr can also be a good resource. I have found r/betareaders to be hit or miss. A lot of the beta readers on there are unexperienced and don't know what they're talking about.

And that's about it. If you have any questions, feel free to ask!

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darkpoisonouslove · 2 years ago

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for the writing ask game!

💫 what is your favorite kind of comment/feedback?

🦋 what are you most insecure about when you post a fic?

🕯️how do you think engaging with each other through tumblr, twitter, comments, kudos, creates healthy fandom experiences? How do you deal with that if you're not a social person/experience social anxiety?

💌 share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!

💫 what is your favorite kind of comment/feedback?

I love it when the commenter lists specific things that they like/caught their attention (and possibly tells me why they liked them). It really helps to know which parts of my writing work and if I'm conveying my ideas comprehensively enough. It's also nice when a comment sparks a discussion about some headcanons or worldbuilding. Other people's ideas/understanding of canon elements can be fascinating to hear about!

🦋 what are you most insecure about when you post a fic?

Answered here.

Engaging with other fans is awesome because it can spawn theories, headcanons, discussion and the like. It can motivate people to create or help them overcome their fear of sharing what they've already created. It can also make you feel seen and understood by other people who relate to/love the same characters as you. And all of that usually leads to wonderful, strong friendships. It's the foundation of fandom because that's what we're here for. You can be a fan just fine on your own, closed off in your bedroom. But it's the engagement with other people's ideas and interpretations that makes the experience so much more fun and more fulfilling. Interactions with other fans can multiply the joy and satisfaction that you get out of creating for your favorite piece of media and that just makes fan life a 1000 times better.

I myself am very anxious in social situations but when I read a fic or see some other fan creation, I remind myself that feedback makes such a big difference for creators. It makes it almost impossible for me to not leave some comment. (I don't know super much about art so it's harder for me to comment on it but I try to at least compliment the piece when I reblog it.)

💌 share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!

I already talked about the Griffin draws Faragonda to her side (instead of vice versa) during the CoL times AU and I haven't made much progress since then but it's always on my mind.

Because chapter 1 is such a fucking mess, I have turned the first part of it into a mix of five different lectures on magic courtesy of Valtor. It takes place on Oppositus where I've created a legend that parallels Griffin and Faragonda so closely that Griffin is instantly feeling dread when she first hears about it.

I think I finally managed to use the chaos with their emotions to my advantage and tie it into the theme of the first chapter. I am planning on including an older idea of mine in which when things are too hard to say, Griffin and Faragonda say the opposite of what they mean and the other one knows what the truth is. (I wrote out a ficlet with the idea here - under number 31.)

I think I'll just have to start writing it, though, because the outline has become too much of an unsalvageable clusterfuck at this point. I was hoping I could figure some things out before diving into the first draft but it looks like chapter 1 at least won't agree with me. To be honest, I am kind of anxious about starting this because it will require a lot of careful maneuvering with the characters' feelings and motivations and it will be quite long. I don't think I will be able to motivate myself to finish it all before posting but posting every chapter as I write it will probably mean long hiatuses in-between. I am unsure of how to proceed but I'll mull over it once I've done the first chapter.

Send me ((REAL)) fic writer asks

#ask #folkloristico #griffin x faragonda #my wips #my fanfic #fandom #storming sun

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rosie-love98 · 2 months ago

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How "The Joker" Sequel COULD HAVE Crossed-Over With The 90's "Crow":

I know folks are very weary of the new "Joker 2". I, myself, haven't seen it (kinda planning to) but I've seen the reviews. And when seeing one review, it sparked an idea I've had for years. sequel that crossed over with the 90's film, "The Crow".

It could start in Detroit with a young Eric Draven. He's raised by his mother who never liked bringing up Eric's father. Either that or Eric would be rised by the Dravens as his adopted family like in the original "Crow" comics. Aanyway, This was so until news broke out about Arthur Fleck's infamous TV appearance. This would lead to the revelation that Eric was a Fleck.

The flashback would either have Eric's Mom be the illigitimate daughter of The Penguin who had a romantic relationship with Arthur until things had happened that tore them apart before Eric was even a thought. And when Eric was born, his mother either died or gave him to the Dravens who were close friends.

Or-as a call back to "The Crow" comics where Eric was a Vietnamese native-have Eric's Mom be from Vietnam during the war. Judging by "Full Metal Jacket", the army didn't quite care much for the mentally ill. The more soldiers drafted the better. So, Arthur was dragged into the fray, with Col. Draven be a trusted friend/big-brother figure. This would lead Arthur to meet Eric's Mom. A romance went on until Arthur had to return home for some reason (either Arthur had a nervous break down, there was an emergency involving Arthur's mom, etc.). After leaving, Eric would come into the world with him and/or Eric's Mom going to America to live with Col. Draven's family.

Back in the present/1980's, Eric decided to go to Arkham to talk with Arthur in an authorized visit.

Not sure what else would happen yet. However, I can see Arthur escaping from Arkham and influencing Eric to go on some terrorists acts until Eric meets Shelley who has him redeem himself.

#the joker #the joker 2019 #the crow #the crow 1994 #eric draven #arthur fleck #just a theory

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the-inkwell-variable · 4 months ago

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Talk about a WIP? (For the ask game)

Absolutely! Thank you so much for the ask!

I'm gonna chat a bit about Dauntless, since the Big Month of Writing A Novel (unaffiliated) is coming up and that is, once again, my project. I've been working on Dauntless since about 2012, finished it three times just to delete or lose my draft and start again. This time I actually have a draft to edit and rewrite, yay!

Dauntless takes place almost entirely in Bluegrass, Kansas, a fictional city based on where I live. It's not a small town (I think we're sitting at 30k people right now?) but we are a suburb so we do get that small town vibe.

Since this is a zombie book, let's talk infection! I'm not sure how I'm going to implement this yet, if at all, so this may be the only place it's mentioned, but this is a parasitic infection. A type of worms mutated to survive the water purification process and is now in everyone's drinking water. Humans are still pretty tough, so it's not going to start as fast or hard as The Last of Us did, but people are going to be affected quickly. The worms grow inside a person to eventually wrap around your brain stem and wiggle its little appendages into the various books and crannies of the brain. Fun! Love this for us! Definitely not gagging at all over here! 🫠

The first stage of the infection (which I originally intended to be a related but separate thing... Might still go back to that.) is definitely a fun little horror show to write. It's somewhat inspired by Crossed, a comic in which infected people carry out their sickest, most twisted desires with a smile on their face. (Definitely a messed up series, read at your own risk. It caught ME off guard a few times, so please take care of yourself if you read it!) However, infected people in my story dont do it with a smile or out of pleasure (some do, but they're further along in the infection and were kind of messed up to begin with). They think their messed-up actions are logical, common sense. In most cases, they don't even realize that they're doing a messed-up thing. Some of their stories are quite sad when you realize that they genuinely think they're helping or doing the right thing. (Side note! I'm writing a separate book of stories that takes place alongside Dauntless, that focuses on these characters. It's going to be a ailabke for free when it's done, I promise I'll link it here!)

The second stage of the infection is death and reanimation, typical zombie stuff. This is a zombie book, after all. The zombies start off fast, quick, agile. Think Black Summer. They understand how to open doors, that a window can be an entrance, that dodging an attack can keep them alive a bit longer. They're not smart, per se, but they're not completely stupid yet. The longer they shamble around, the more they deteriorate and the dumber they get until they're your typical shamblers. In the far distant future, when the next trilogy in the series takes place (I might have dreams too big for my britches here lolll), they do mutate, but for now, they're just zombies.

Introducing Ashlee, our protagonist! She's not interested in any of this. She wants a normal, quiet life. She's helping her sister take care of her kids after the divorce (which she hates - she's not really the parental type, though she really is trying). She works at a clinic and is dating her boss, which even she knows is not a great idea, but he's handsome and friendly and wants the same future she does, so how bad can it be?

Now I'm more into the survival aspect than the interpersonal drama, but don't you worry, there is drama to be had! Niece Selina is a teenager doing teenager things, which Ashlee has to stay on top of so she doesn't make the same mistakes. Is boyfriend Dr Jordan Parker truly as altruistic and kind as he seems? What's going on with the cop that keeps sniffing around? Is Ashlee bisexual and/or poly, or is she simply desperate for a loving touch in these cold times? And will the author have the strength to keep fucking Chuck's grubby little hands off this document or will she have to burn the world to the ground to get rid of him once and for all? Find out next time, on Dragonball Z!

Thank you so much for asking about Dauntless! I'm sorry I rambled so much. I have a lot of thoughts about this book. I hope you're having a fantastic day ❤️❤️❤️

#talia writes #dauntless #tag game #wip rambles #loved writing this out #it really helped get some thoughts together #thank you do much 😊

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project1939 · 6 months ago

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200 Films of 1952

Film number 177: Retreat, Hell!

Release date: February 19th, 1952

Studio: Warner Bros.

Genre: war

Director: Joseph H. Lewis

Producer: Milton Sperling

Actors: Frank Lovejoy, Richard Carlson, Anita Louise

Plot Summary: During the first part of the Korean war a battalion of Marines lead by Capt. Paul Hansen make headway into North Korea. When China starts sending soldiers to fight them, they are hopelessly surrounded and must fight their way back to safety.

My Rating (out of five stars): ***¼

War movies are usually one of my least favorite genres, but this film has some unique elements for the time period that make it worth a watch. First of all, it really fleshes out the main characters before they even get to any battles, making it almost as psychological as it is action filled. The men all seem real- not big tough guys who are always brave. Second, the entire thing is essentially about a retreat, something most people, especially the macho kind, would label as failure.

The Good:

Richard Carlson as Capt. Hansen. He was a very likeable “everyman” kind of character, but also a good leader in a quieter sort of way.

Frank Lovejoy as Lt. Col. Corbett. He was the most traditionally manly of the Marines shown, but he was also very likeable.

Russ Tamblyn as McDermid, the young kid hoping to prove he is as brave as his distinguished Military family. He made you root for him and fear for him at the same time.

I liked that the initial training sequence took up a good portion of the film before the warfare started. We got to know the characters well, which made it more moving when they were in such dangerous situations. The sequence where they reached Korea by ship gave me goosebumps.

Real film footage of the war was used, which was chilling to see.

The Marines seemed like normal people instead of G.I. Joe types. That was such a good reminder of the reality of the draft- how people from all walks of life were there. It made it even more powerful when they showed amazing bravery as the film went on.

Not all Asians in this were nameless enemies. The south Koreans were briefly shown in a positive light.

This was good at giving Americans an important glimpse into what was happening in the Korean war. Even 72 years later, it helped me understand a little more.

The way the film redefined what “retreat” in this instance really meant. The men were truly fighting to save themselves the entire way back. It was a battle by another name. The incredible ordeal they were put through should not be labeled as “running away.”

The Bad:

Even though the real battle footage shown was incredible, it was also obvious when it would switch back to the movie footage. The transparency of the back and forth pulled me out of the movie at times.

Being a film made in 1952, it could in no way portray the war as anything but totally just. There wasn't the slightest bit of criticism or complexity regarding the cause or the morality of any of the men. (I expected that, though, and I honestly don't think it would have worked in this kind of film, anyway.)

The speech Lt. Col. Corbett made at the very end became a little too “Hollywood” for me.

I'll admit I got a sick of hearing The Marines’ Hymn! It played in the background a lot.

The roles of the wives were miniscule and almost pointless. They were “blink and they’re gone” kind of characters.

Are we gonna talk about that movie poster?? I know language and slang change over time, but in 2024 how can you not cringe at the phrase “husky guys with star spangled spunk?” Or laugh, really. Of course it made me laugh!

#100 films of 1952 #1952 movies #200 films of 1952 #200 films of 1952 film 177

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saym0-0 · 7 months ago

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like this is all well and good but zer0's house was definitely in the 90s, they definitely said that. idk im rejigging

i think im just gonna shift his solo career back like thirty years,, like he was in the band up until the 70s or something then he began his solo career? its a struggle cos you don't wanna disrupt the established timelines of the other bots too much,, i want him around at least in the 50s because of that one throwaway line in the 10 year show that i took and ran with that implied he was one of the bots when clockwork vaudeville takes place,, hm okay i think i know

alright, proper timeline under the cut because 120 years is a lot to cover and it got long

1894/5- the bots he was made from were built, but their power cores weren't strong enough, and they were never powered on

1896- after Rabbit and The Spine were built, Col Walter came back to the prototype bots and fixed them up into one bot that did function- Zer0!

1897- after the war, just like in canon, he was put down in the basement and largely forgotten.

1939- after hatchy was vaulted, they didn't like that they only had four bots, so Col Walter was like 'oh yeah! i forgot about the other guy!' and brought Zer0 up and fixed him up to be able to play music. because he was unknown to the military at this point, and still getting used to the world around him again, he was not enlisted into ww2.

1956- clockwork vaudeville! at the new pennsyltucky worlds fair. ill be honest i have no idea where The Jon would be at this point, maybe the war properly put him out of commission for like eleven years or maybe hes off becoming the mayor of biscuit town idk.

1963- Zer0 strikes out on his own! starting a small but successful and long running career performing at various venues around the US.

1965- Zer0 dodges the draft for vietnam, because nobody knew where he was.

1969- Zer0 briefly meets up with Upgrade, who's attempting to start her own solo career, and they perform a few shows together before parting ways.

1986- Zer0's career finally starts picking up, and he begins performing for bigger audiences and appearing on television shows

1992- february 29th- the first episode of Zer0's House airs. despite the first episode airing on a saturday, the show was on every other thursday year round. the show was met with overwhelming positivity, with Zer0's fame skyrocketing

1993- facing enormous backlash at the initial plan to only air on leap years, Zer0's house is renewed another year.

1997- popularity of the show dwindles, but a devout following remains.

1999- as the audience grows ever smaller, the final episode of Zer0's House is annonced for the following year.

2000- february 29th- the final episode of Zer0's house airs. Zer0 returns to his solo career roots and returns to the musical stage, keeping up a small but devout following.

2008- i cant decide whether he should rejoin the band and stick to canon from there or if he should continue his solo career until it all crashes and burns ://

2012- if he does rejoin in 2008, he leaves again now, if not then idk he gains a boost in popularity or something

2014(?)- he invests all his money in the abstract concept of love

2015- he releases an autobiography, titled 'How I Lost All My Money By Investing in an Abstract Concept'. it only sold one copy.

2017- broke and alone, Zer0 returns to Walter manor and rejoins the band.

aaaand after that its all the same as canon :3 this took a lot of brain power but hey, at least now i have a concrete Zer0 timeline to reference and hopefully not forget that its not actually canon :3333

if you also want to use this, no need to credit back to me, all i did was shift some dates around and flesh out Zer0's House, but a link might just generally be helpful for reference purposes c:

and if ive missed anything vitally important let me know! like, say, bebops entire friendship with zer0 that i couldnt figure out how to fit in

realising Zer0's timeline doesn't make a whole lot of sense so im keeping the important bits and rejigging it, stay tuned

#saymbles #timeline #spg lore #spg #steam powered giraffe #zer0 spg #zero spg #spg timeline #Zer0's House #zero's house #Zero Timeline #long post

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inventors-fair · 2 years ago

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Mechanical Runners-up! ~

Our runners-up this week are @col-seaker-of-the-memiest-legion, @horsecrash and @piccadilly-blue!

@col-seaker-of-the-memiest-legion — Sylvan Botanist and Collaborate

The glue that I like about this card is how it theoretically encourages a bunch of weird interplay. Maybe it’s the Zendikar Rising in me, but I enjoy the idea that you can be splashing for a color like red or blue and then have the wizardly deckbuilding side of things to change how you play. There are weird wizards around! And then, maybe those colors allow you to do weirder things, like a blue card that can double ETB abilities, or a red card that’ll benefit your team of new tokens, or just elves, which are elves. In terms of the greater scope of deckbuilding, this mechanic suggests a type-based multicolor theme in the greater scope of Magic.

Maybe there’s some hybridity that could be at play here, but the double-pips and the pretty standard token-making aren’t the most exciting to me. In terms of a half-decent draft rare, I can see this being picked up, but the fact is that you’re using quite a few resources here and it’s not landing in a specific way. What world is this supposed to be on, what kind of landing? I don’t feel that resonance at the moment. But between Dominaria, Ravnica and Alara, I’m sure you can find a home.

@horsecrash — Firewall Cracking and Encrypt

See, this slaps. That’s why I want to start with my main criticism, which is also a question. “Unencoding” to the best of my knowledge means it’s still in exile but no longer encrypted onto the creature, yes? That groks. It’s also really weird to see on the card, because I can imagine a new player encrypting, smacking, and then putting this card back into their graveyard “because that’s what unencoding means, right?” I think having a little comprehensive rules checking could help you out here.

All the same, criminy this is a powerful card and a powerful ability. What if you had, like, a virus type on this world, and you could encode creatures onto other creatures? And then, when they hit, they could infect the enemy with MIND POWERS or whatever. I think this is spectacular! I don’t think it belongs on Kamigawa necessarily even though it has the sci-fi vibe because, I mean, there’s already so many combat mechanics and whatnot there. All the same, you know what, even without the sci-fi vibe the attention you’re bringing to how resources can work at different parts of a turn is remarkable.

@piccadilly-blue — Scrap Salvager and Hide

So firstly, I’m tickled by your addition:

And it’s greatly appreciated~ I think there’s a lot of room for this mechanic to shine. I think it’s also, as it stands, fairly vague. For this card, it’s a fantastic card, and the flavor text tells me very little. I think that we have to think about what hiding means? In this case, I feel that this character is venturing and/or delving, and I get that much, but hiding also has the implication: from what? That’s what I don’t understand yet. The flavor text is...expository to say the least. I get the urge, because, well, I also see you’ve got a bigger set you’re working on. Admirable! Keep that up! But you gotta intrigue me, and right now, I feel like I’m being told the things I as an audience want to figure out.

From a pure mechanical standpoint this is really fun. I’d love to see cards that hide and then come out of hiding. Fantastic. Gimme a card that goes nuts with some ETB-to-hiding parallels. Not gonna teach anyone cool vocabulary, but it’s still neat. That part is solid and it looks like it can play well with whatever else is in this set, like ETBs, cast triggers, cards that care about how many spells you’ve cast in a turn, cards in exile, etc.

Working on general commentary soon! Lots to talk about, so sit back, relax, and be good to each other.

@abelzumi

#new mechanic contest #runners-up #commentary #mtg #magic the gathering #custom magic card #inventor's fair

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amarguerite · 3 years ago

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1, 10 and 14 for the writers ask meme ❤️

10) write in silence or with background noise? with people or alone?

i much prefer silence, tbh. i can do both, but like, i'm not 100% sure how to answer the question now because my husband and i live in a very small one bedroom so there is always someone around.

14) do you make playlists for your current wips?

No, since I write best when it's silent.

1) is there a story you’re holding off on writing for some reason?

i have so many original fiction ideas i'm holding off on because i just need to finish this gothic. ;_; i've been working on it for what feels like forever and i just want it to be doooooonnnnee

i want to finish a second draft of my tam lin retelling set in the golden age of Hollywood, I want to write an epic sword-and-sorcery political fantasy that's basically Marjorie going through the plot of The Count of Monte Cristo, i want to finish my secondary world fantasy about a ravenmaster investigating the murder of the queen in a world where sewing is literally magic, i want to do another gothic where the kids from not!the secret garden get trapped in the creepy gothic manor in adulthood because the house is alive and will kill them before it lets them leave again, and they have to rediscover the magic of the garden to destroy it, etc.

fic-wise, there's a colonel fitzwliliam/ lizzy plot i like to daydream about but won't write because i have too many things i need to finish before starting something new. rambling detail under the cut.

basically, i want to do The Great Escape through Portugal, just after the French invade. Mr. Gardiner's business would be the port business. After his business partner dies, he, Mrs. Gardiner, and Lizzy (there to help her aunt with all the children) end up in a port vineyard, trying to settle accounts etc and befriending local redcoats as you do. On the eve of the First Battle of Porto in 1809, Lizzy, who's a very keen walker, spots something odd and comes to tell Colonel Fitzwilliam, who in this would be one of Wellington's exploring officers a la Colquhoun Grant. She guides him back to where she saw the French soldiers, but by the time Colonel Fitzwilliam makes his observations, they're cut off, and the French are marching on Porto.

They manage to make it to British HQ, and they have to pretend to be engaged so that one of the naval ships will take Lizzy wherever her uncle and aunt have already been evacuated )I need to research where they would have gone) as a sort of aristocratic/ gentlemanly favor. The captain with the only available berth is none other than Captain Wentworth, who has very strong feelings about engaged couples unable to get married, and their making up something about how Lizzy's uncle won't consent to their marriage, only causes him to perform a shipboard ceremony then and there, before Lizzy heads off to wherever, and Colonel Fitzwilliam to the Second Battle of Porto. Lizzy and Col. Fitz agree the marriage is probably not legal because she's underage and though they've both caught feelings for each other at this point, they both decide to nobly not hold each other to it. Timeskip from 1809 to 1812, when I usually set P&P for the selfish reason that I like the Napoleonic Wars and want to write about them. Lizzy either gets proposed to by Mr. Collins, and when he persists even more than in canon, desperately blurts out that she has been secretly engaged to someone since 1809, super sorry, can't break that, and can't enter into a new engagement until she hears if he's alive or dead, and all hell breaks loose, or we just timeskip to the Kent part of the novel, and there's a comedy of errors there about who's engaged and who's married, etc.

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hockey-fics · 4 years ago

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When We’re 25 ~ Nathan MacKinnon

Summary: Twenty-five seemed so old for two eleven year olds sitting on the grassy field behind their school. Who would have thought promises made 14 years ago could change everything?

Word Count: ~4,000

Warnings: None

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A/N: Unedited and based a lot in the past so I tried to put together an accurate timeline but please forgive me if I didn’t get years quite right.

Nathan MacKinnon. People always asked about your relationship with him. People always had. Because you were inseparable from the day you met. It was when you were eight years old and your third grade teacher put him beside you while completing her seating plan for the year when you first met.

A few days later Nate invited you to come play soccer during recess. You spent all of five minutes playing soccer with the boys before heading off to the edge of the soccer field, picking a handful of wildflowers. You gave them to Nathan while walking back into the school after the bell rang and they stayed in his desk until they were shrivelled up and dead.

You started going to each others houses after school and on weekends. His parents and your parents grew closer through the frequent trips to each other’s houses dropping off or picking one of you up.

In grade four you weren’t in the same class as Nate and you cried the morning of your first day back at school. But still you still saw each other at every recess and lunch break. He would occasionally swap out playing soccer to spend the break with you. Other times you would drag your friends up to the soccer field to hang out on the sidelines, simply to be near him.

It started early, the teasing from your friends. They would giggle and talk about how they were certain you two ‘like liked’ each other. Your parents made occasional comments too. Comments that would make your cheeks burn and turn a dark shade of red. Through everything you had always denied liking Nathan.

When you were eleven years old your older cousin was getting married and your family took a trip across the country for the wedding. When you got back to school you were bombarded with questions from your friends about the trip. You talked about how magical it all was, gushing about the dress, the cake, the dancing, and in true childhood fashion, that the hotel you stayed in had a pool. Jeremy, a boy in your class, was sitting nearby, listening in on the conversation. “Too bad nobody will every want to marry you,” Jeremy muttered when you had finished talking.

“Jeremy, you’re so mean,” your best friend had defended quickly.

“it’s just the truth,” he had replied matter-of-factly.

You tried your best not to let Jeremy’s comment hurt your feelings. But the tears that welled up in your eyes betrayed you and before anyone had the chance to say anything else you were on your feet and fleeing to the closest bathroom so nobody could see your emotions.

You were in the bathroom for awhile before your friend came in, coaxing you out of the bathroom stall. “Nate punched him,” she had said, so simply, as if it didn’t mean anything.

You were shocked when she told you, scared about the trouble he was going to get into. And he did get into trouble, a week of missed recess breaks.

You sat outside on the grassy hill behind the school with Nathan that day after school.

“Sorry you got in trouble,” you told him.

“He upset you.”

“You shouldn’t have hit him.”

“He shouldn’t have been mean to you.”

You had looked over at Nate and knew in that moment that he didn’t even know why he punched Jeremy, didn’t know what Jeremy had even said, just that he had made you cry. “He told me nobody would ever want to marry me.”

“He’s wrong.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I’d marry you,” Nathan had told you so simply that it made you giggle even at that age.

“We’re too young,” you had replied, as if that was the only reason you two couldn’t get married.

“When we’re older then.”

“You’re going to marry me when we’re older?”

Nathan nodded, pulling a tiny wild daisy from the ground and handing it to you. “If we aren’t already married to other people.”

“When?” You asked him, twirling the flower between your fingers.

Nate contemplated the answer for awhile before saying anything. “Twenty-five?”

Twenty-five had seemed so far from that day. You were only eleven and you thought you would have it all figured out by the time you were 25. “Okay,” you had told him.

The two years Nathan had spent playing hockey in Minnesota were incredibly difficult for you. You were 12 and going through so many changes in your life. The only thing you really wanted was to have your best friend around.

When you were both 14 and Nathan had moved back from Minnesota to play in Halifax you went back to being practically inseparable. You went to as many of his games as possible. Even when you both had homework to do you insisted on being together, working quietly on separate assignments till it devolved into talking and laughing. Any opportunity to hang out together you would take it.

When you were 16 you managed to convince Nate to come to a house party with you. One of the kids in your class had been left alone for the weekend which inevitably meant he was going to throw a party. Nate spent most of the night sipping coca-cola while you consumed jungle juice and cheap beer.

Of course a game of truth or dare was suggested that night because you were all high school students who had access to alcohol and an unsupervised home. The lack of seating in the house had left you sitting on Nathan’s lap, his arms wrapped around your waist, your back pressed into him.

“Y/N,” Lexie said. “Truth or dare?”

You had immediately opted for a dare. You were a bad liar sober, you knew there was no way you could have lied convincingly if they asked something you didn’t want to admit.

“I dare you to kiss Adam.”

Adam was a year older than you, intimidatingly cool and attractive to you at the time. You had just turned 16 and you were beginning to feel embarrassed about the fact that you hadn’t had your first kiss. But that was not how you wanted it to happen. You hadn’t realized how long you had sat there in surprise till you felt Nathan run his hand over your arm. He knew. He knew that you hadn’t had your first kiss before and he had detected your anxiety immediately.

“She’s not doing that,” Nate had declared a moment later.

“Why not?” Lexie questioned, eyes narrowed and voice annoyed.

“Because we’re dating.”

You had tried to keep your composure in the face of such a bold lie. You remembered the looks your friends had given you, even they were uncertain whether it was a lie or not because of how believable it would have been.

“You’re lying,” Lexie had challenged.

“Why would I lie about that?” Nathan slid his hands down to your legs, tugging you sideways on his lap and bringing one of his hands to the side of your face, turning your head to look at him. “They’ll believe us if I kiss you,” Nathan whispers.

You swallow heavily, staring into his eyes. You wanted to kiss him, but you didn’t think this was how you wanted it to happen. You could feel the eyes of everyone playing the game in the room and suddenly the attention felt like too much. “I want to go,” you whispered back.

Nathan didn’t need to hear anything else. He placed his hands on your waist, quickly helping you up before standing up himself. “We’re going to go home,” Nate announced as you walked out with him, hearing a chorus of ‘oohs’ in regard to you two leaving together after that announcement.

You walked back in the direction of your house in silence for awhile until you passed by a park and you grabbed Nate’s hand, stopping him in his tracks. “Lets go on the swings,” you suggested.

The two of you sat on the swings and talked for awhile, not about what happened at the party at first. “I just want it over with,” you finally blurted out.

“Want what over with?”

You had looked over at Nathan, fingers grasping the chain of the swing so hard your knuckles had gone white. “My first kiss.”

“If we’re going to get married we may as well try kissing now,” Nathan had said, laughing as he did. You knew the part about getting married was a joke so you assumed the rest was as well, giggling softly.

Nathan stood up and walked in front of you, his hands moving to yours, gently pulling them off the chains of the swing. “I’m serious.”

Slowly you stood up, looking up at him with wide eyes. “What if I’m bad at it?”

“You won’t be,” Nathan had assured you, one hand around your back as he pulled you closer. “Do you want to?”

You had simply nodded, as if you were physically unable to say yes. Nathan had kissed you that night. Your first kiss ever. Afterwards you didn’t say much as he walked you home, waiting till you were inside before going back to his own house.

Neither of you talked about the kiss again. You told everyone afterwards that you didn’t work out in a relationship that you were still friends. But a year and a half later, when you were almost 18 you brought it up again.

“You know how you let me kiss you to get my first kiss out of the way?” You asked, sitting on your bed with your school work spread out in front of you. Nate had been sitting beside you with his math textbook and a messy sheet of equations in his lap.

Nate had looked over at you, eyebrows raised in curiosity. “Well I kissed you, but yeah. Why?”

“Would you do it again?”

“You can’t have your first kiss twice.”

“Not my first kiss….my first…time.”

Nathan had stared at you blankly for a few seconds, seemed skeptical, like you were tricking him into admitting something. “Yes,” he had finally told you.

“Okay,” you had replied, slowly moving all your books off your bed. And Nathan did exactly what he said, taking your virginity that afternoon. And he was gentle and kind and everything you were hoping he would be. You trusted him with everything and you were glad you had trusted him with this too. Even though it happened only a few months before he was drafted into the NHL and then moved to Colorado.

You stayed close when he moved. You texted and called and visited each other as much as you could. And you always remained determined that you were just friends. But you never felt the same connection you felt with him as you felt with anyone you had actually dated. You never felt as comfortable, as safe, as secure.

Nathan had always done his absolute best to make sure he was there for your birthdays. There were a few years where he couldn’t make it work because of games. A couple of those years you decided to go to him, celebrating your birthday with a few friends in a hockey arena watching an Avs game before dragging Nathan out for drinks with everyone.

This year he was particularly insistent about coming to visit for your birthday. It was your 25th and he was making it out to seem like a much bigger deal than you thought it was. It was just another day.

He had come up the day before your birthday and the two of you spent every waking minute together. The day of your birthday you woke up to Nathan making you breakfast, coffee already brewed.

“This is pretty impressive,” you said, shuffling tiredly into the kitchen and wrapping your arms around him, your head on his shoulder. “Thank you.”

“It’s your birthday, you deserve everything.” He wraps his arms around you, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. “Now sit down.”

Giggling you pull away from him, taking a seat on one of the barstools at the kitchen island. “Ally said you guys made plans later but that I need to dress nice,” you comment, watching as Nathan flips a couple pancakes onto a plate. “Will you tell me what we’re doing?”

“No,” Nathan chuckles, setting the pancakes in front of you.

Glaring at him you pick up your fork. “Fine, but will you at least come with me and help me pick out something suitable to wear tonight?”

“Sure,” Nathan chuckles, getting himself some breakfast and joining you to eat.

Later that day you step out of a fitting room in a knee length red wrap dress, glancing in the mirror before looking at Nathan. “What do you think of this one?”

“You look incredible,” Nathan says, leaning forward in the chair he was sitting in.

You glance over as one of the sales associates comes into the back, looking between you and Nathan for a minute. “Anniversary dinner?”

Laughing softly you shake your head. “My birthday.”

“Oh,” she says, smiling softly. “You two are just really cute.”

“We’re going to get married,” Nathan chuckles.

“We’re not,” you tell the sales associate quickly, glancing at Nathan through the mirror. “He’s joking, we’re just friends.”

“Oh,” she comments again, grabbing a few dresses from a hanger before heading back into the store.

“Nathan, what the hell?” You exclaim, giggling as you turn back around to look at him. “Is this the one?” You ask, gesturing to the dress and changing the topic.

“Yeah, that’s the one.”

After changing back into your clothes you and Nathan take the dress to the front counter. When you notice Nathan pulling out his wallet you quickly push his hand away. “No,” you say quietly.

“It’s your birthday,” he retorts, pulling a credit card out of his wallet.

Rolling your eyes you give in, knowing you weren’t going to get out of letting him pay for it. Once you two leave the store you grab a coffee, spending the day doing nothing but hanging out with each other. And to be honest there wasn’t a single other thing you would have rather been doing. Whenever Nate was in town or you were in Denver it felt like a missing piece in your life was filled.

It was many hours later before you were fully dressed and ready for the night, heading out with Nathan who insisted on driving because he refused to tell you where you were actually going. But it wasn’t long before you realized it was your favourite restaurant which you didn’t go to often because of the price and fact that you needed to make reservations weeks in advance if you wanted to be sure you could get in.

Glancing over at Nate you smile softly, watching his eyes focused on the road in front of him. I love you. It wasn’t the first time you wanted to say it. In fact, you had even said it before. But it was always followed up by ‘you’re my best friend’ to take away from what it really meant. Nate looks over at you, catching you watching him.

“What?” Nate asks, looking back out the window as he slows down and pulls into a spot near the front of the restaurant.

“Nothing,” you tell him quietly, reaching over and unbuckling your seatbelt. “I’m just really glad you’re here.”

“Me too,” he replies, quickly climbing out of the car. Your attention is caught by the speed with which Nate hops out of the car, hurrying around the front of it.

You can’t help but giggle, watching as he gets to your side, pulling the door open. “Almost broke into a sprint there,” you tease, eyes widening as Nate grabs your hand to help you out of the car. “It’s my birthday, not my coronation.”

Nate chuckles, closing the door behind you once you were out of the car. “Anything for you.”

You glance down at your hands, Nate’s hand still locked with yours. But you don’t pull away, keeping the embrace as you two walk up to the restaurant and all the way to the table where a group of your friends were already waiting.

“Happy birthday,” your best friend cheers, hopping up to wrap her arms around you. “You and Nate look cozy,” she whispers in her ear while her arms were around you.

Laughing you shake your head, pulling away. “Just friends,” you remind her, for what felt like the millionth time.

“Right,” she draws out, rolling her eyes with a playful smile.

After a few more happy birthday hugs and hellos you sit down beside Nate. Chatter ensues around the table as drinks are ordered. Shortly after you have a glass of pinot noir in front of you and Nate has moved a little closer, his arm around the back of your chair.

The dinner goes by quicker than you would have liked. A few glasses of wine and a delicious dinner later your friends are handing over the gifts they had brought with them. After you had opened the gifts from your friends you notice Nate watching you closely, clutching a little box in his hand.

“Happy birthday,” he whispers as he hands the box to you.

Opening it slowly you look down at the gorgeous necklace in the box. You knew immediately that it cost more than all the other jewelry you owned combined and it was more than you could have ever asked for or anticipated. “Nathan,” you whisper, looking up at him. “Thank you so much…you didn’t have to.”

“Oh my god, put it on,” your friend comments, downing the rest of her martini.

You slowly and carefully pull the necklace out of the box and Nate stands up, helping you put the necklace on without hesitation. “Happy twenty-fifth,” he whispers before sitting back down.

As soon as the words leave his mouth it all comes back to you. 25. You look over at him, staring into his eyes to try and figure out if he knew the weight of 25 as well or if he was simply saying it because it was a fact, you were 25 now. But you know that he remembered too.

You try to keep your focus on the moment, on the dinner and your friends. But you couldn’t stop your thoughts from drifting the rest of the night. To Nate. To the necklace. To how much you loved him. To the fact that you were both 25 now.

After dinner everyone heads outside and you can’t stop yourself from taking Nathan’s hand, pulling him a little closer. Outside you say goodbyes as everyone heads off in their Ubers. There was no question that you would be spending the night with Nathan. Your friends were around all the time and they knew when Nathan was in town you wanted to be around him as much as humanly possible.

Once everyone was gone you turn to look up at Nate. The sky was dark, the evening cool but not too cold. The street was unbelievably quiet, as if the world had been put on pause. Everything felt perfect. “So we’re both twenty-five now,” you whisper.

Nathan takes your other hand in his, pulling you a little closer. “And neither of us are married.”

Laughing softly you shake your head. “Twenty-five seemed so old at the time. I really thought we’d have it all figured out.”

“I do have something figured out.”

“Just one thing?” you tease.

“One pretty big thing,” Nate tells you, voice quiet.

“And what is it?”

“That I love you,” Nate says. “So much more than I’ve ever let you know. And I would marry you right now if that’s what you actually wanted but I don’t think a daisy when we were eleven is a great proposal.”

You inhale sharply, your lungs not seeming to be able to take in or exhale air steadily anymore. “Nathan,” you whisper, taking your hands from his and quickly lifting them up to wrap your arms around him. “I…I love you too. I have for so long.” Pulling back you look into Nathan’s eyes for a couple minutes before leaning closer. Nathan gets the hint quickly, closing the space and kissing you gently. It’s soft and passionate and so full of emotions that you feel a little dizzy, like you weren’t even on the planet in that moment anymore. Like it was all a fuzzy, incredibly dream.

“Let’s go back to my apartment,” you whisper against his lips, still clutching onto him as if the second you let go everything that had just happened would vanish from reality.

But you force yourself to pull away from him, to get into your car and go back to your apartment.

You get to your apartment and you’re barely through the door before your hands are back all over him. He’s held you before, cuddled and hugged but when his hands slide around your waist this time it fills you with an unfamiliar excitement. Kissing Nate felt so natural, like you were made for each other. It’s not long before you’ve made your way into the bedroom, clothes scattered around the floor.

While it’s not the first time you had slept with Nathan it’s the first time that it felt like it meant something real.

The next morning you wake up wrapped in Nathan’s arms, a far cry from the mornings before when you woke up alone with Nate on the couch. The morning is slow as you climb out of bed, spending the morning cuddled on the couch watching tv and drinking coffee in nothing but Nathan’s t-shirt.

“What now?” You ask after being up for a couple hours, back pressed to Nate’s chest, his arm draped over your shoulders.

“What do you mean?” Nathan asks softly.

“This…us. You’re going back to Denver tomorrow morning and we…,” you trail off, trying to hold back the fact that you were on the verge of tears. Blinking quickly you try to keep the tears from spilling from your eyes.

“We what?” Nate’s voice is gentle but you can tell he doesn’t realize you’re about to cry, doesn’t realize how upset you are.

You can’t stop the uneven inhale that makes your shoulders shake and Nate clues into your emotions. He reaches over, taking the mug of coffee out of your hands and setting it on the table beside him. He gently tugs your arm to turn you around and face him, pulling you into him. You rest your head on his shoulder as you let a couple tears slip from your eyes. “I don’t want you to go.”

Nate swallows heavily, running his hand along your back. “Come with me.”

A sarcastic laugh shakes your body as you pull back to look into Nate’s eyes. “I can’t just go with you. I have a job here, an apartment, and you live in a different country. I can’t just…leave.”

“I’d help you figure it out, you know we can deal with all that,” Nate whispers.

“It’s so sudden, I don’t even know what we are. Are we together? Are we still friends?”

“We’ll always be friends,” Nathan tells you, leaning forward to kiss you gently. “But I think we’re beyond being just friends at this point.”

You kiss him back, you can’t stop yourself. Because it’s been years in the making. Years of developing feelings. It’s a few minutes before you manage to pull yourself back from Nate again. “What if I can’t find a job in Denver? Am I getting my own apartment? I can’t just move to a new country without some kind of, I don’t know…visa.”

“Slow down,” Nathan says quietly, chuckling. “You don’t need it all figured out today. Come visit for a couple weeks, stay at my place, we can figure out the rest together.”

“Okay…I’ll go with you.”

“I love you,” Nate says gently.

“I love you too.”

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cadavercowboy · 2 years ago

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18, 23, and 26 please also hi buddy 🥰

Hi Col <3 Hope you're having a good night bby!

18. What's your revision or rewriting process like?

On a good day, I'll do an initial edit for typos and grammar and then I copy/paste onto tumblr and save it as a draft before rereading it a million times because for some reason my monkey brain picks up on mistakes better when I read on my phone (specifically on tumblr lol). On a shitty day, I reread what I've written, despise it, and then open a fresh doc and pluck out the few salvageable bits and rewrite the entire goddamn piece until I'm sick of looking at it. Sometimes repeatedly until I have a completely different story than I started with. Then I typically ignore its existence for weeks on end before I even consider posting it.

23. Single or multi POV and why?

Is omniscient an option here? Multiple POV's ruin the flow of a story for me and I haaaaate reading them so I try to avoid it at all costs and prefer to write in an all-knowing POV so you get the full gamut of what all the characters are thinking & feeling.

26. Standalone or series and why?

Series...simply for the reason that I am unfortunately a fucking word goblin and cannot shut the hell up. I struggle to write anything short and sweet because I'm a whore for detail and my stories always just get away from me and turn into long ass monsters.

Thank you!!!!

Send me a writing ask!

#col <3 #ask micky #ask game

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katygorl · 3 years ago

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A little something I first started in my drafts a week ago, of a mini scene that was in my head. This being of two of my @thethreemages characters(as well as a mention of a canon one!), Winnie and Colden~ :3

This takes place when the two are a little older(like 1-2 years in the future), with Winnie getting ready for her first ever date. She’s a little nervous about it at first, and though she gets frustrated with her brother’s protective act upon him hearing about it, she knows he means well deep down and just has her happiness and wellbeing in mind.

I hope you enjoy reading~ ^w^

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Settled into the southside of New Grayle City was the Igalls household, quiet as everyone was doing their own things. The father, Lucian, was out though, with his children staying at home. The eldest child, Colden, was laying down on the couch in the living room, absentmindedly scrolling through his phone as the tv played on a low volume. The youngest child, Winnie, was sitting on her bed in her room, trying not to freak out as she was in the middle of getting dressed.

“O-okay, breathe. You’ve got this.”

Her heart was beating fast, as her mind was racing with multiple scenarios of what could wrong. Her first ever date was in little over an hour, and she was trying her best to calm her nerves down. Unlike her friends she never had much experience with romance before, so all her newfound feelings and this date had been overwhelming for her to deal with. She knew she should not worry too much, as they were just going to the Starlit Shores boardwalk, a place she had been to before. Most of her worries came from her thinking of all the ways she could mess up, though she knew her date was a pretty patient person from their previous talks and hangouts.

“Everything will be fine, I’ll be fine! All I have to do is just be myself, and trust that he likes me...”

She raised her head, gazing at her reflection in her mirror before giving herself a soft smile. Getting up from her bed, she felt a rush of newfound confidence as she looked at the outfit ensemble that she had laid out, ready to start getting ready again.

“A-all right, let’s do this!”

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As Colden was in the middle of watching a random movie that he had found playing while channel-surfing, he heard the soft creak of the stairs as his sister stepped her way down them. She came to stand in the small entryway, smoothing down her outfit. She was dressed up more than she normally was, wearing an orange knee-length dress, a short-sleeved cropped, white cardigan with matching flats, and her hair pulled back in a simple, but nice-looking fashion. She glanced around the living room, her brows furrowing slightly in worry as she addressed her brother. “Hey Col, is dad still out? I was hoping for a ride...”

Leaning his head back to look at her, he turned around completely as he saw her all dressed up, much different than she usually did. “Whoa, where are you going?”

Picking up on the slight tone of his words, Winnie let out a small sigh as she walked a little closer to where he was. “Come on, don’t be like that. Am I not allowed to go out anywhere?”

“I didn’t say that. I just meant... you never dress like this normally, you know, so I just wanted to make sure you’re going somewhere safe...”

“Oh,” her cheeks grew pink, averting eye contact as she fiddled with her sleeve. “W-well, to tell the truth... I am supposed to be going to Starlit Shores...”

“I’m sorry, what was that last part? I couldn’t hear you,” his expression and tone had softened, but his eyebrows still furrowed in concern.

Winnie’s blush grew more as she became embarrassed, but she did not feel like hiding the truth anymore. She took a couple seconds to compose herself, swallowing the lump of fear that had been building up in her throat. “F-for a date...”

“A date?? With who?” a protective edge returned to his words, Colden’s natural big brother instincts kicking in.

His sister’s cheeks were still warm, but she had calmed down more by that point to answer him, even if she wished he would lose the protective act and trust her more. “H-his name is Finn... We first met little over a year ago, but have only been talking and hanging out more as friends for the past several months. We were actually just hanging out again a couple of weeks ago, a-and that’s when I realized I had started liking him as something ‘more’...”

Colden had abandoned any leftover attention he was still retaining for the movie at this point, muting it as he sat up straighter on the couch to listen patiently to his sister’s story. “So... I am guessing you told him that?”

“Y-yeah... I was so nervous, but it felt right in the moment when I did... and, to my surprise he said he had started liking me as well! So after awkwardly talking about it for a bit, we decided to plan a little ‘date’ of sorts, at Starlit Shores since the view of the sunset from the boardwalk is so gorgeous there, a-and it was a favorite activity of ours to watch it so we decided to do a simple one there for our first one...”

“Hmm, I see...” Colden stood up from the couch, walking over to her. “Listen, I’m sorry if I sounded a little harsh just now, you know I just want the best for you and to make sure your safe,” he put a hand on her shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. “I really am happy for you, Winn. I don’t know much about this Finn guy, but he sounds like a good person and I hope you two enjoy your date together.”

Winnie could feel her eyes watering just a bit, sniffling a little as she leaned in to give her brother a hug, a full smile gracing her features. “Thank you, Col. That means so much to me...”

“You’re welcome,” he returned the hug, a small smile of his own forming. The two stood there quiet for a moment, before Colden pulled away slightly to face his sister. “Hey, do you still need a ride? Dad’s still out doing whatever, but I could give you one if you want.”

“O-oh! Yes! I almost forgot about that,” she pulled away too, glancing at the clock on the wall. “Shoot, I’m probably going to be late! Y-yeah, I’ll need a ride, please.”

Colden chuckled slightly, in higher spirits now as he turned off the tv and went to grab his keys and shoes. “Hey, it’s no problem! I know you could probably get there fast with your speed magic, but I’ll save you from getting all sweaty and stuff,” his shoes now on, he walked towards the door, opening it slightly before turning back to her. “I hope you’ve got spandex on or something though, since I only have my motorcycle to get you there. Is that okay?”

“Oh, um, that’s fine. And, I do, yeah,” she followed him outside to the garage, catching the helmet he threw to her as they got there. Putting it on, she made sure it was snug enough before she climbed on the bike behind him. Adjusting the small bag she brought and her outfit slightly so it would not get uncomfortable during the ride, she wrapped her arms around her brother’s waist to hold on. “Thank you again for this, Col, really.”

Adjusting his own position, Colden started up the motorcycle, revving the engine a little before takeoff. He looked back at his sister and smiled. “No problem.”

#the three mages #ttm #ocs #short story #my writing

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darkpoisonouslove · 3 years ago

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1, 3, 14, 17, 18 (I’m curious 👀😂), 19, 23 for the end of the year fic asks!

Thank you!

1. favorite fic you wrote this year

Shapes of Desire. I had so much fun writing this fic (and rereading it). It's easily the best fanfic experience I've had this year. Nothing else can quite compare even if there are several other fics that I am absolutely in love with.

3. favorite line/scene you wrote this year

Well, my favorite is a fic (it's practically one scene just like most of my one-shots) that I wrote but haven't posted yet. It's an AU in which Griffin and Valtor ran away from the Coven together and are free to live their lives after the war is over but Griffin is having a hard time adjusting back to the normal life she had before she met Valtor (if you think she can have anything resembling normal with him there). It got pretty emotional and I love how it turned out. Guess you'll see once I post it. XD

14. a fic you didn’t expect to write

Light at the End of the Cup. I mean, it's a Coffee Shop AU and I just don't like those. At all. Usually. So this was definitely a surprise when it happened but I am not complaining. Now I have conquered the Coffee Shop AU and don't need to ever think about dealing with one again while keeping my writing record intact. XD

17. fics you’ll continue next year

Gifts Are Given to Be Taken

Have No Name for My Heart

Winx Club Rewrite

Sparks of Life (technically not one fic but it should totally count)

18. current number of wips

Ahh, too many to count. Okay, I'll count some of the outlined ones as wips because they sort of are. I just haven't started writing the actual first drafts yet. That would leave me with 15 wips that are all way too long for my poor sanity to survive.

19. any new fics to start next year

Witch x witch hunter AU

Miss Sylvane's Murder Mysteries

Water Soul

The AU with Griffin drawing Faragonda to her side during the CoL days

A story with a ghostly groom (may have been inspired by the ghostly bride trope that got on my nerves and I decided to flip it on its head)

All the leftover prompts from the 200 follower celebration (I haven't forgotten them and I WILL write them)

23. fics you wanted to write but didn’t

All the ones I listed for the previous question. XD

The two Self/less AUs

Maybe the 31-day fic collection (but I am not sure I want to work on that anymore)

Kinda wanted to do a fix-it for Fate: The Winx Saga but I am not sure I wanna invest my time in that dumpster fire. I have better things to do.

The Fae Creature AU (with Bloom and Stella)

The Truth Can Be a Dare Too

Send me fanfic end of the year asks

#fanfiction #my fanfiction #my wips #my wriitng #winx club #ask #her-majesty-wears-jeans #.

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keanureevesisbae · 4 years ago

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The alluring charm of Henry Cavill - Chapter 10

Summary: After the livestream, Henry is trying to move on from this. However, that is harder than it seems.

Henry Cavill x Adelaide Park (ofc)

Wordcount: 4.4k

Warnings: None

A/N: The formatting of this chapter is a bit different than usual, but I felt this would be the best way to describe Henry’s feelings.

Masterlist // Previous chapter // Next chapter

1 hour after the livestream

Henry fucked up. Henry truly fucked up. After he watched Adelaide step into that cab, the tears so evident in her eyes, he pushed all the cameramen out of his sight and didn’t want the other contestants to ask him any questions about this.

And because Henry obviously has a mature and adult way of dealing with his emotions, he locks himself up in the bedroom. The same bedroom where he made all those memories with Adelaide. He remembers her sleeping as soon as she would hit the mattress. Her fingers grazing over his arm. Her sleeping body securely in his arms, her head on his chest and the soft good morning kisses when they slept in the tent during their last challenge.

He takes ahold of the pillow Adelaide slept on and as he sits on the bed, he brings it to his face. He pushes his nose into the fabric, as he can still smell the hints of her perfume, her skincare products and her shampoo.

Tears of frustration burn in his eyes, as he continues to remember the hurt in Adelaide’s eyes just now. All because of him.

He fucking hates himself.

Yes, he cannot and will not deny the fact he did talk poorly about her, however he regrets every syllable of it. He knows better now, so much better. Adelaide Park is amazing and has so much to offer. They were planing on getting to know each other even better after this stupid program had ended.

But that is all over now and it’s all is fault.

He hates this show, every single producer and editor who works here and his agency. Especially his agency. He wants to sue every single one of them who were involved in making that heinous compilation, the one blew everything out of proportion, but he needs to think this over, before he makes any rash decisions. Decisions that might only do more damage than any good.

Henry stands up from the bed, to grab his suitcase and starts packing. He needs to leave this place, go back to England, to his own place and think about this.

Adelaide specifically asked not to mention her or talk to her and he should honor her wishes. That is the least he can do after everything that happened.

However, he should release a statement of his own. He should leave his agency. He should reach out to her in another way than directly contacting her. He needs to know whether or not she is okay.

Well, she might not be okay, but he needs to know how she feels. That she knows he is sorry, because he is sorry.

Very sorry.

Fuck, he is such a loser for letting her go like this. Adelaide was totally right. He should’ve been honest with her. Told her about his earlier thoughts regarding her and why he participated in the first place, but also specifically tell her how he changed his mind.

About her, about them, about him playing James Bond.

Henry grabs his phone, so he can check when the first flight back to England is, but he stops mid unlocking his phone and stares at his background. A few days ago, he changed his wallpaper in a picture of the both of them, sitting on the couch. Adelaide’s arms wrapped around his neck, her cheek pressed against his and her eyes shine with happiness.

Henry growls out of frustration. ‘Fuck,’ he hisses between clenched jaws. He already misses her, only sixty minutes after the live stream. He needs to think about this, because he will do anything to clear her reputation, to make it up to her.

Simply because he cares about her and only her.

His Adelaide Park.

◎ ◎ ◎

1 day after the livestream

‘Pick up, pick up, pick up,’ Henry mutters impatiently when he has his phone pressed against his ear. He is back home, as he wanders through his house. He really needs her to pick up. He needs to talk to her.

‘Henry,’ he hears Angela say in a flat tone when she finally picks up. Okay, she is mad and rightly so. ‘How are you?’

‘Not good,’ he answers in all honesty, because lying to Angela Bassett is only asking for trouble really. ‘Please, don’t spare me. I know you saw the livestream, I know you think I fucked up.’

She scoffs. ‘Well, in that case: you truly messed this up. I can’t believe you did this, Henry. Adelaide Park has been nothing but an angel to you and I honestly thought you liked her.’

‘I do like her,’ he says in a defensive and louder tone.

She is not impressed with his tone. ‘And yet you still broke her heart. What a way to show her you care.’

He doesn’t need to get defensive. This is all his own fault and he deserves this. ‘I know. I’m a fucking idiot.’

‘That’s an understatement,’ she mumbles. ‘Tell me, what do you want from me?’

Henry lets out a deep sigh. ‘I don’t want to call her, because she told me not to talk to her. I want to respect that and I need to respect that, but I have to let her know at least one more time how sorry I am. I regret the words, I regret not being honest to her. I’ll accept whatever answer I get, but I need her to know how sorry I am.’

Angela doesn’t say anything and Henry fears he overstepped. Overstepped a lot.

‘Okay,’ she says, ‘I’ can do that. However, after this, you really need to reflect on this situation. You have broken her heart and ruined it for yourself. Get away from that abysmal agency you’re under contract with and share a statement on every social media platform you have.’

‘I’m already drafting something and I really want to leave that agency, I can tell you that.’

‘Good, because you need to clear your name. I don’t know if that is going to work, but you need to at least try.’

‘I know. Thanks Angela. I owe you.’

‘You sure do,’ she says and hangs up shortly afterwards.

Henry takes a seat on the stool at the bar and looks at the piece of paper on the counter, filled with scribbles and notes. He should make a neutral statement, where his sorry and remorse clearly comes through. He has seen the reactions on her pictures. Fans constantly tag him underneath her pictures and her underneath his and he sincerely hopes they stop doing that.

She doesn’t deserve this at all. She doesn’t need to be reminded of his actions on every social media platform she’s on.

He continues to scribble down words and eventual sentences he can use in his statement. Angela is right: he should do this.

He doesn’t know how long he is bend over the notebook, as he continues to write down a statement that actually satisfies him, but he gets pulled out of his thoughts when he sees the screenshot Angela has send to him.

And it’s what he expected. Adelaide doesn’t accept his apology (which he understands) and she tells Angela she doesn’t want to talk to him ever again, let alone see him. He opens up her Instagram, stares at her beautiful face. He misses her, but this is all his fault.

And Henry should live with that.

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2 weeks after the livestream

Henry stares at the screen on his laptop, as he checks out the announcement for the newest movie starring Adelaide and David Castañeda. He keeps wondering what would’ve happened if he actually had auditioned for it.

Wondering is all he does nowadays. Wondering how his life would look like now if he has just been honest with Adelaide. Wondering about them together, if the livestream went well, instead of exploded in the way it did.

He “broke up” with his agency and is currently looking at others, hoping to find himself a new and suitable one. One that wouldn’t do something like this. He always had a little bit of issues with the previous agency, but they offered him pretty decent jobs and he figured that was the most important thing. He never realized how much they interfered in his own personal life.

Henry closes his laptop. He barely left the house after he got back from Italy, except to do some groceries, so he wouldn’t starve to death. He is barely on his phone, just to let Angela, his family and friends know he is sort of doing okay. However he does turn down every invitation to hang out, simply because he can’t face anyone right now. He can barely face himself.

While he continues to attend his own pity party, he has checked what Adelaide has been doing and from the looks of it, she is doing great. She is absolutely glowing and obviously dealing much better with this than he is. She has been putting on a brave face for years now, so dealing with this seems like a piece of cake to her.

At least, that’s what it looks like to the public. During Tommy Hilfiger collaboration, she had this calm glow over her and the reactions underneath the pictures told her so as well.

Later the newest movie announcement with her, David, Reese Witherspoon and Paul Rudd was made. After that announcement, she has been pretty active on Instagram again and he has seen the pictures pop up at his explore page. He resists the urge to check her stories, but decides it would be for the best he doesn’t do that, simply because he feels like he shouldn’t intrude like that.

Fuck, he wishes he would feel better, but he doesn’t. Deep down he feels like he should forgive himself and at least try and move on, but he can’t seem to find the strength to forgive himself for his actions.

His fans reacted well to his statement and lots of people said reality tv can make everything look worse than it actually is. While it was definitely made worse than it actually was, he still feels bad and realizes he shouldn’t be as easily forgiven as he is now.

Henry is still thinking about suing the program, but he decided to just drop it. He doesn’t even have the energy to think about a lawsuit, let alone actually do it.

There is one thing to be happy and grateful about: Adelaide seems to do okay and for now, that is all that actually matters to him.

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1 month after the livestream

The 8seconds event Adelaide attended for her collaboration with them, might’ve been the worst things that happened to either of them since the livestream. Henry did look up the event, because he just wants to continue to see how she is doing. He saw the moment the journalists could ask questions and especially the second one journalist asked if Adelaide had spoken to Henry after the statement and what she thought of it. Her face never showed any emotions and she simply thanked everyone for their time and walked off.

Almost as if it was a diversion planned beforehand, David Castañeda posted a picture on his Instagram of her and the attention was immediately shifted away of the awkward matter. People are now speculating whether or not the two of them are dating and while Henry thinks that is not the case, you simply never know. The public at least is already shipping them and Henry would lie if he didn’t think the two of them would be a great match.

Henry finally managed to drag himself out of his own house and he is now at his parents. He did ask them if they couldn’t ask about Adelaide, since he would like to forget about the situation and so far, they thankfully honored his wishes.

She continues to feed him with extra little cupcakes and cookies and normally he would politely decline, but now he eats like he hasn’t eaten for days. He goes to the gym a whole lot nowadays, to get his mind of the whole Adelaide situation, so he doesn’t really care.

‘Okay, dear, I know you are still sad, but it has been four weeks,’ his mom says, as she places her hand on his shoulder, giving him a reassuring squeeze. So much for not mentioning Adelaide. ‘You released the statement, you let go of your old management and you are keeping your side of the bargain. You are not texting her, you are not mentioning her. Yes, you hurt her, but you have learned from this.’

‘I know, I know.’ He rubs his face and looks up at his mom. ‘I just can’t believe I did this.’

‘Me neither,’ his dad mumbles. ‘I thought we taught you better than that.’

This hurts, but Henry deserves this. ‘You did.’

His dad sits up straight on the couch and stares at him, without even saying anything to him. No matter how old Henry is, that still makes him nervous. ‘You better have learned from this, Henry, because I’m rather disappointed in you.’

◎ ◎ ◎

2 months after the livestream

◎ ◎ ◎

5 months after the livestream

Henry managed to get his life kinda back to how it was pre-Adelaide. He has found himself a new agency and a wonderful agent, Julia, who managed to get him a great new role in a sci-fi movie. The filming process went great and he loved to be on set again.

Right now he is on his first press tour for the movie he did before the Celebrity Project ‘The Royal Heist’ with Anne Hathaway as his co-star.

Of course he still thinks about Adelaide, he thinks about her quite often as a matter of fact. He watches her interviews, he sometimes sees a picture of her on his Instagram explore page. Sometimes it’s a picture she posted herself, sometimes it’s a picture posted by David or someone else from the crew or a fan account.

It’s hard sometimes, not to think about her. Occasionally he wakes up un the middle of the night, thinking about her and seeing her laugh flash in front of his eyes. He realizes that of course he misses her, but it’s for the best they both move on without one another. From the looks of it, she is absolutely glowing and for that he is forever grateful. He feared she would blame herself, maybe completely hide herself, but she doesn’t. She has flourished and is not afraid to show it to the entire world. During her interviews she seems relaxed and makes a joke every now and then.

Henry sits next to Anne, as they are about to answer some questions about the new movie. The two of them joke around a bit, as Anne just recently discovered the wonders of Snapchat filters. It’s nice to have fun and not feel guilty as he did before. When he witnessed Adelaide having fun and being happy again, he felt it was okay for him to do so as well.

The questions about the movie are pretty basic, but after a while the interviewer seems less nervous than when he started. However, him feeling more confident, might have given him the impression he can actually ask questions he really shouldn’t be asking.

‘After the Celebrity Project, have you and Adelaide Park cleared the air with one another?’

Henry clenches his jaw. He wants to say a lot to this man. How he should mind his own fucking business, how Henry is going to rearrange his face for asking such thing, but then he remembers what Adelaide wanted from him.

He managed to do so for five months and he will not quit. Not now. ‘I thought my agent told you before hand I will not answer any Celebrity Project related questions.’

The interviewer doesn’t seem to care and continues to ask questions about how Adelaide was in real life, what they did when the camera’s were off and what he would do to make it up to the actress.

While he is nearly exploding with rage and anger, Anne manages to divert the conversation and when the end is near, Henry doesn’t thank the interviewer. He simply gets up to go outside for a fresh breath of air. The second he is outside, he takes a deep breath. Turned out he maybe wasn’t over Adelaide as much as he thought he was.

Henry grabs his phone and does something he hasn’t done for a while now. He goes to her account and checks the pictures. He sees the amount of David Castañeda related posts, so he goes to the actor’s page, where he sees excess of Adelaide pictures. She looks radiant and beautiful.

‘You okay?’ Anne asks, as she walks out of the building to stand next to him.

‘Yeah, I’m okay,’ he says, closing off Instagram and pushing his phone back into his pocket. ‘I made a promise and I wanted to keep that one.’

‘You did,’ she says with a smile. ‘Really, don’t let that idiot get to you. Weirdly enough, this is his job and you did well. As a thank you for diffusing the situation, you can buy me a coffee later today. Now, let’s go back inside. I’m wearing a flimsy bra and I don’t want the entire world to know I’m freezing.’

◎ ◎ ◎

8 months after the livestream

It has been eight whole months after the livestream and Henry finally thinks he is actually over the entire situation. The Royal Heist is nominated for an award, just like he was for his role in the movie. The rude interviewer three months ago was the last one to bring up Adelaide and thankfully he was, because Henry might’ve thrown some punches if someone asked about it.

He runs his hand over his black velvet jacket, before Anne stands next to him and says: ‘Maybe you should frown a little less.’

‘I’m not frowning,’ he says with a smile. ‘Just concentrated.’

‘Thus frowning.’

The two of them are guided by some very nervous assistants, who are managing the photo opts. And while he is slightly distracted by Anne and her embarrassing stories about other red carpets events, the commands of the paparazzi are becoming louder and louder and it gains his attention.

‘Adelaide, look over here! You look beautiful!’ Henry stretches out his neck and sees Adelaide Park, looking beautiful as ever.

The white dress she wears hugs her figure nicely and the matching heels create the illusion her legs are endless. Her long blonde hair, probably lengthened by extensions, is pulled together in a fancy ponytail.

Henry thought he was doing pretty well over the past months, thinking he was over her, but seeing her in real life… It makes him realize him being over her was all pretend. He can’t forget her.

Adelaide Park is the love of his life.

Fuck, what a moment to come to that realization.

He watches closely as David Castañeda stands next to her as he joins her. He plays her love interest in the movie, the man that has been all over her Instagram and the same man who she has done multiple interviews with. David looks like a nice guy, who seems a great friend to Adelaide.

David places his hand on her waist and together they pose for the camera. It’s weird seeing her like this. This at ease with someone else. When Henry met her, she was tense with stress, but that all disappeared. Of course he kept track of her, mostly to see how she was doing.

And she was blossoming and still is.

Henry watched their new movie, ‘Warm Up Period’ and it was an amazing romantic comedy, one of the best he has ever seen. Adelaide sure has a way of acting in these types of movies. It was all part of the job of course, he knows that, but he couldn’t push away those jealous thoughts he experienced when he watched their more intimate scenes. It’s all pretend—he knows that—but he could feel their connection through the screen. The way David touched her bare back, how the camera zoomed in on the goosebumps on her skin, the kisses they shared.

It was enough to make him green with jealousy.

‘You haven’t heard one single bit of what I was telling,’ Anne Hathaway concludes and he quickly looks at her. ‘You’re still not over her, aren’t you?’

He doesn’t know what to say. ‘I’m just happy to see she’s doing good,’ he eventually says, while still looking at her. Maybe she senses that someone is gawking at her, because she looks to the side, but he quickly looks away.

That’s what she wanted from him. If he saw her before she saw him, he should walk away.

◎ ◎ ◎

Afterparties aren’t really Henry’s thing, but he feels obligated to stay, especially after he won ‘Best Actor’. Other actors congratulate him as he makes his way through the hall and he puts on a brave face, but in all honesty: he is feeling miserable.

From a distance, he sees Adelaide standing all by herself. He could simply do it, he thinks to himself. He could walk up to her and talk to her. If she doesn’t want him there, he’ll understand and walk away.

Reluctantly, he walks up to her and when he is close enough for her to hear him, he takes a deep breath. He really is going to do this… ‘Hi Adelaide,’ he gently says to her.

She looks up, her eyes enlarging when she realizes it’s him. From up close she is even more beautiful. She looks breathtakingly gorgeous with blonde hair, but he misses the way her light brown hair made her look. It reminds him of a time where things were simpler and better.

Adelaide blinks a few times and says: ‘Hi,’ in a soft tone.

He missed hearing her voice. ‘If you don’t want to talk to me, just say so. I was just wondering how you’ve been.’

She clears her throat, as she studies his face. ‘I’m good,’ she answers and he lets out a sigh of relief. ‘How are you?’

‘I’m okay,’ he says, but his voice is telling otherwise. He is not okay, he is an utter mess. He just became a bit better at hiding it over the past couple of month.

She must sense that too, because she frowns for a split second. ‘Congratulations,’ she tells him and it sounds sincere. Of course it sounds sincere, the words come from Adelaide herself, the embodiment of sincerity. ‘The movie was really good and you deserved to win best actor. You were great.’

‘Thank you,’ he says. Henry can’t believe he used to be so comfortable around her and now he’s getting heart palpitations simply by looking at her. ‘You look amazing, Adelaide.’

She nods. ‘Thank you.’ She takes a sip of her champagne and purses her lips for a brief moment, probably thinking about what she can say. ‘I heard you turned down James Bond.’

Henry nods. ‘Yes, I did. I didn’t want to be part of that franchise.’

‘Was it because of me?’ she asks.

He sighs. ‘Well, I think you were part of my decision. I think I should thank you.’

Adelaide simply nods. ‘Right.’

Henry knows he shouldn’t do it, but he can’t stop himself. ‘Adelaide, I’m so terribly sorry for everything I did. I know I hurt you and it pains me every single day to know I betrayed your trust. Trust I didn’t even deserve in the first place.’

She simply shakes her head. ‘Please don’t do this, Henry. It’s all okay.’

‘No, it’s not okay,’ he tells her, taking a step closer to her, while still maintaining an appropriate distance from her. She doesn’t step back and from the looks of it, she actually is open to what he has to say to her, so he better make it worth while. ‘You had every right to be as mad as you were and I totally understand. I was just hoping that maybe we can talk about it, clear the air, so we can be in the same room together.’

Adelaide blinks her eyes a few times. ‘Really?’

‘Really,’ he confirms. ‘And if you don’t want to, I respect that. Just wanted to at least have suggested the idea to you.’

She nods. ‘Okay, just not here.’

‘Of course not,’ he quickly says. ‘How about we do coffee tomorrow? I know a nice place around here. They have nice cappuccino’s. If you want to of course. Maybe you want to meet up somewhere else, that’s fine with me.’

She shakes her head. ‘Coffee tomorrow is good,’ she says. Her eyes are brighter than the first few moments he started to talk to her. That’s a good sign, right?

Henry nods, as he counts his blessings, thankful that she actually agrees to this idea. ‘Good, good.’

Her co-star David walks over to the two of them and stands next to Adelaide. ‘Hi,’ he says when his eyes fall on Henry, holding out his hand. ‘Congratulations, man. I loved the movie and you were great. Very well deserved.’

‘Oh, thank you,’ he says with a smile, because David’s friendliness is contagious.

David places his hand on Adelaide waist. ‘Ready to go? Our limo is ready.’

Adelaide tears her gaze away from Henry and meets David’s eyes. She smiles at her co-star, in a way only she can do. This shouldn’t make him jealous, not after all these months they spend apart.

But seeing her this close to someone other than him, confirms what he thought earlier that night.

He missed her more than he originally figured.

‘I am,’ she tells David. ‘Henry, I’ll see you tomorrow then. You still have my number?’

As if he would erase her number. Ever. ‘I do.’

‘Text me a time and address and I’ll be there.’ She sends him a soft smile, before turning around. She walks off to the exit with David, his hand still in the dip her waist.

Henry stares after the pair, as his blood boils with rage and jealousy.

But he shouldn’t be. He can’t be.

Besides, the most important thing is: he is going to talk with Adelaide Park, face to face. He quickly looks over the crowd, to see if he can find Anne, so he can say his goodbye and go to his hotelroom to prepare, because this might be his only chance to make things right between him and Adelaide.

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