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Writing Research - Victorian Era

In historical fiction it is important to be accurate and the only way to do so is to research the era. What is highly recommended by many writers is to write your story first. While writing your story, mark the parts that you’re not sure are correct and then do the research after you are done. This is to prevent you from doing unnecessary research that may not be relevant to your work. You want to spend your time wisely! Or you can just research as you go, it’s really whatever works for you since there isn’t a “wrong” way to research.

To begin, the Victorian era of the British history (and that of the British Empire) formally begins in 1837, which was the year Victoria became Queen and ends in 1901 – the year of her death. It was a long period of peace, prosperity, refined sensibilities and national self-confidence for Britain. Some scholars date the beginning of the period in terms of sensibilities and political concerns to the passage of the Reform Act 1832. [1]

Names

1000 Most Popular Victorian Names

Victorian Era Names, A Writer’s Guide

Victorian Darlings - British Baby Names

Society & Life

Victorian Society

The Victorians: Life and Death

The Victorian Working Life

A Woman’s Place in 19th Century Victorian History

Victorian Occupations: Life and Labor in the Victorian Period

Flirting and Courting Rituals of The Victorian Era

Victorian Working Women

Victorian Life

Glimpses of Victorian Life

Victorian Rituals & Traditions

Victorian Etiquette

Etiquette, Manners and Morals

Almanac - Etiquette and Manners Victorian Era

Victorian Britain - Children at Work

Children in the Victorian Age

Collège Sainte-Barbe - Children in the Victorian Age

University of Victoria - Victorian Childhood

Museum of London - What Was Life Like for Children?

Victoria and Albert Museum - Victorian Children (PDF)

University of Strathclyde - Victorian Children

Daily Life in the Victorian Era

How the Mid-Victorians Worked, Ate and Died

How did the Victorians mourn?

The House of Mourning - Victorian Mourning & Funeral Customs in the 1890s

Ideals of Womanhood in Victorian Britain

Etiquette of a Victorian Lady

Going to School in Victorian Times

History of Working Class Mothers in Victorian England

Life of the Victorian Woman

The Working Class and The Poor

Victorian Women’s Work

Needlework, Knitting and Crohet

Victorian Etiquette - Births and Christenings

Victorian Ballroom Dancing Etiquette

Ballroom Manners and Etiquette

How Prudish were the Victorians really?

Gresham College - The Victorians: Gender and Sexuality

Victorian and Albert Museum - Sex & Sexuality in the 19th Century

Why were the Victorians so crazy about public spaces, like parks?

Victorian Homes and Gardens

The Shops and Shopkeepers

Victorian Christmas

The History of British Winters

Top Ten Pet Peeves, or Horse-Related Mistakes to Avoid in your Story

Marriage in the Victorian Era

Victorian Wedding Guide

Husbands and Wives in the Victorian Era

Victorian Technology

History - Victorian Technology

Gresham College - The Victorians: Religion and Science

Household Management and Servants of the Victorian Era

BBC News - Servants: A Life below Stairs

Life as a Servant in Victorian England

What Servants would you find in a Victorian household?

The Servant’s Quarters in 19th Century Houses Like Downton Abbey

Victorian Domestic Servant Hierarchy and Wages

Australian National University - The Victorian Merchant-Elite and the Chinese Question (PDF)

Project MUSE - The Chinese in Britain, 1800-Present: Economy, Transnationalism, Identity

Untold London - The Chinese In Limehouse 1900 - 1940

JSTOR - The Journal of Negro History: Black Ideals of Womanhood in the Late Victorian Era

H‑Net: Humanities and Social Sciences Online - Black Victorians

Wikipedia - Black British

History Today - Black People in Britain: The Eighteenth Century

University College London - Black Londoners 1800-1900

The Guardian - The Black Victorians: Astonishing Portraits Unseen for 120 Years

BBC News - Short History of Immigration: The 1800s

Commerce

British Money

Wages and Cost of Living in the Victorian Era

Pricing and Money

Victorian Money

Cost of Living in Victorian England

How Much Is That - Calculating Prices Throughout the Years

Entertainment & Food

Victorian Menu - Cooking and Recipes

A Time Traveler’s Guide to Victorian Era Tea Etiquette (PDF)

The Victorian Pantry

Victorian Era Food Recipes

Victorians Food Facts - Cookbook

Food, Recipes and Tea

Victorian Tea Time Recipes - Sandwich and Cheese Straws

Victorian Era Recipes

Victorian Food, Party & Recipes

Victorian Dinner Parties

19th Century Food and Drink

Victorian Cooking: Upperclass Dinner

eHow - Weekly Meals Eaten in the Victorian Era

Victorian Dinner Parties

What did the Victorians have for breakfast?

Victorian Ladies Who Lunch, Or: Luncheon Places and Tea Rooms for Ladies

History Magazine - What Time is Dinner?

What the Poor Ate

The Arts in Victorian Britain

Victorian Art, Literature and Music

Music, Theater, and Popular Entertainment in Victorian Britain

Victorian Entertainments - We Are Amused

19th Century Hobbies and Daily Activities

Victorian Pastimes and Sports

Victorian Fun and Games & Other Pastimes

19th Century British and Irish Authors

Gresham College - The Victorians: Art and Culture

What is up with the depictions of half naked Victorian era women fencing in artworks?

Hygiene, Health & Medicine

Health and Hygiene in the Nineteenth Century

Victorian Diseases and Medicine

Health & Medicine in the 19th Century

19th Century Diseases

Victorian Health

Five Horrible Diseases You Might Have Caught in Victorian England

Alcohol and Alcoholism in Victorian England

A Look Back at Old-Time Medicines

Victorian London’s Drug Culture

Victorian - Medical Breakthroughs

Victorian Hospitals

Victorian - Baths and Washhouses

Medicine and Health in Victorian Times

The Victorian Revolution in Surgery

Victorian Science and Medicine

Victorian Health and Medicine

Women’s Health

Questions about Victorian Women Menstruation

Victorian View on Menstruation

Reusable Menstrual Products

Childbirth and Birth Control in the 19th Century

British Maternal Mortality in the 19th and early 20th Centuries

The Historical Horror of Childbirth

Contraception: Past, Present and Future Factsheet

History of Contraception in America, 19th Century Artifacts

UCLA School of Public Health - Anesthesia and Queen Victoria

Science Museum - John Snow (1813-58)

Science Museum - Chloroform

University of Liverpool - The Demography of Victorian England and Wales (PDF)

Gresham College - The Victorians: Life and Death

Colton History Society - Village History in Staffordshire, England (Victorian Health)

fuckyeahcharacterdevelopment - Do you have anything about an asthmatic in the Victorian era?

Science Museum - Nerve Tonics

The Pennington Edition - Victorian Remedies

Fashion

Dressing the Victorian Woman

Victorian Hats

Victorian Jewelry

Victorian Hairstyles & Headdresses

Hair of the Nineteenth Century

How to Dress for Travel in 1852

Victorian Men’s Clothing

How to Dress Like a Victorian Man from the 1860s

How to Dress Victorian

Victorian Era Fashion

Royal Fashion

Victorian Fashion

Boy’s 1860s Fashions

Dressing the Victorian Girl of the 1890s

Victoria’s Real Secret – The Victorians Knew Underwear

How to Undress a Victorian Lady in Your Next Historical Romance

Early Victorian Undergarments; Part 1, luxurious silk hose, colorful stockings, & socks

Early Victorian Undergarments; Part 2, Chemises and camisoles

Early Victorian Undergarments; Part 3, Pantalettes, pantalets, drawers, and bloomers

Victorian Ladies Shoes & Boots

Victorian Swimwear

Victorian Men and Woman Swim Wear

Dialogue

Victorian Language

The Language of Flowers

Victorian London - Words and Expressions

A Dictionary of Victorian Slang (1909)

Victorian Slang

19th Century Swears

Victorian Slang - Lower Class and Underworld

Cliches and Saying of the Victorian Era

The Dictionary of Victorian London

Justice & Crimes

How Safe Was Victorian London?

Crime and the Victorian Household

Danger inside the Train: Crime on Victorian Railways

Railway Mania

How Widespread Were Concerns About Prostitution?

Fallen Women

The Great Social Evil: Victorian Prostitution

University of Massachusetts at Boston - The Great Social Evil: Victorian Prostitution

BBC History - Child Prostitutes: How the age of consent was raised to 16

University of Minnesota - Victorian Era: There are Two Kinds of Women…

University of London - The Real Rippers Street: Pathology, Policing, and Prostitution in Victorian London

University of Brighton - The Fetishization and Objectification of the Female Body in Victorian Culture

University of Missouri–Kansas City School of Law - Homosexuality and the Law in England

Sexual Violence in Nineteenth Century England

Victorian Poisoners

Crime and the Victorians

Victorian Crime

Victorian Crime & Punishment

Victorian Women Criminals’ Records Show Harsh Justice of 19th Century

Sentences and Punishments

Types of Punishments - Hanging

Types of Punishments - Imprisonment

Victorian Children in Trouble with the Law

Child Prisoners in Victorian Times

Victorian Crime

Victorian-era Serial Killers

The Development of a Police Force

The Metropolitan Police

A Work-Life History of Policemen in Victorian and Edwardian England (PDF)

How The Victorians Cracked Crime

Tracking a 19th-Century Serial Killer

Schaffer Library of Drug Policy - The Myth of the Opium Den in Late Victorian England

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Characters: Peter Lukas, James Wright (The Magnus Archives), Elias Bouchard|Jonah Magnus, Mordechai Lukas

Relationships: Elias Bouchard | Jonah Magnus/Peter Lukas, Peter Lukas/James Wright, Peter Lukas & James Wright, Mordechai Lukas & Peter Lukas

Additional Tags: First Meetings, Mordechai Lukas is a ghost who accidentally ended up bonding with Peter Lukas

Summary: Peter impatiently tapped on his knee, waiting for his meeting. He would have prefered to phase into James Wright's office, but after much internal debate he decided that at least the first meeting should be more or less professional.

Professionalism required a lot of waiting.

Peter impatiently tapped on his knee, waiting for his meeting. He would have prefered to phase into James Wright's office, but after much internal debate he decided that at least the first meeting should be more or less professional.

Professionalism required a lot of waiting.

"Mr. Lukas?" Peter's head shot up. "Mr. Wright is ready for you. Would you like me to show you to his office?"

"Ah, no thank you…" he glanced at her name plate "Ms. Torres. I will be fine with directions." The secretary nodded, told Peter which hallway to take, and went back to work. Peter walked along it at a leisurely pace.

"So. The Magnus Institute, huh?"

Peter rolled his eyes.

"Mordechai, I know you've been here before."

"And it's been 200 years since I've last stepped foot in here!" The ghost of Peter's many-greats grandfather said defensively. "It has certainly changed a lot." Peter made a 'no shit' noise.

"Do you think the current head is a descendant of Jonah's?" Peter wondered. Mordechai scowled at him.

"Have you listened to nothing I've told you about him? I've already stated multiple times that he never produced an heir. Besides," Mordechai tilted his head and traced the wallpaper with his eyes, "Jonah was never fond of nepotism. Said it was an 'insult to any academic field if a person couldn't earn their position beyond relation'." Peter raised an eyebrow.

"Directly quoting from him now? If you didn't look like a Lukas I wouldn't be able to tell."

Mordechai scowled, but didn't say anything.

If anyone who knew Mordechai 200 or so years ago saw him today, they wouldn't be able to recognize him. First of all, he was dead. Secondly, a lot of things have changed. One of those being Peter.

Mordechai didn't expect to wake up after his death only to face a tiny Lukas infant. He didn't expect that he would be the one who made Peter's childhood a bit less Lonely, a tiny bit more bearable. After Mordechai saved Peter from being consumed when he was 7, the two of them grew a bit closer. Not much, they were both still Lonely avatars after all, but enough for Peter to be a bit of a different man than he would've been otherwise.

Mordechai was startled out of his internal musings at the sound of a knock. Peter glanced at him, nodded, and then opened the door when a voice from inside called out an 'enter'. Both of them walked in to find a (handsome, Peter thought, then immediately tried to forget that) man with blonde greying hair. James Wright stoos up to meet them and stuck out his hand for a handshake. Peter reciprocated.

"Peter Lukas, I presume?" Peter nodded.

"Yes. And you must be James Wright."

"Pleasure to meet you."

"I can't say the same. I rarely find that meeting someone is pleasurable." James Wright let out a small sensible chuckle at that, and walked to his seat, gesturing for Peter to do the same.

Peter sat in front of James Wright's desk. Morechai remained standing at the wall.

From there went a conversation about money that Peter honestly only half remembered. There was something about funding the Library, paying for artifacts, an Archive that needed money for explosive material for some reason? He was a bit too busy looking at James to entirely process what was happening. Oh well, James would email him the specifics later.

"Well," James stood up and Peter followed, "thank you for the meeting. In a few months we will need to do a follow up, of course. How about meeting for lunch? There is a restaurant not far from here that should suit both our tastes." Peter nodded distractedly, then blinked in confusion.

"Lunch you said? Outside of this office?" Nathaniel's lessons didn't prepare him for this. Neither did they prepare him for the feeling he would get at the smile James gave him.

"Yes, lunch. I hope that won't be an issue?"

Peter flushed. "N-no, not at all." In the background Mordechai sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Lunch is good."

"Very good, Peter." Peter was desperately trying to hold back from self combusting. "See you then." Everyone walked towards the door, and Peter waved slightly as he left. Right before the door closed, Mordechai turned back and caught a glimpse of all too familiar grey eyes.

Oh no.

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bootleg-nureyev-steel-institute · 3 years

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writing prompts for writers with no motivation

pick a topic you know nothing about and write about it like you’re the expert. just make stuff up. Tell us all about the complicated history of scissors or whatever and how left handed scissors were banned by the Catholic Church until 1978, or something

Create completely over-the-top self indulgent OC’s. Write about the magical half-unicorn witch with rainbow hair and sparkly purple eyes that you wanted to be when you were 14.

Write a negative review of a book that doesn’t exist. Just make stuff up off the top of your head to complain about.

Write smut, but like, intentionally bad smut. make it as unsexy/pretentious/purple/unrealistic as possible. Find the most convoluted metaphors for your characters’ genitalia that you can possibly conceive of.

pick two of any kind of work of fiction (movies, books, etc) and come up with an “X meets Y” style blurb for a hypothetical work of fiction that...in theory??...meets the two in the middle.

lists of names in a specific style, but they get progressively more ridiculous. examples: pirates, supervillains, Vikings, Fantasy(tm) taverns, puritans, settings on a Fantasy(tm) map, boybands, YA dystopian protagonists, warrior cats, any category you can find on a name generator website really

Make up some unhinged political opinion or conspiracy theory for a fantasy setting. spend a paragraph in the persona of some elf antivaxxer arguing that wizard staffs make you gay

make titles (and if you want, synopses) for books that don’t exist. you can base them on real books if you want

write fake sayings, inspirational quotes, fortune-cookie sayings. Make them sound almost like they mean something at first glance but they’re incomprehensible when you try to delve into them. Or make them just weird.

In a similar vein as the SCP Wiki’s Log of Anomalous Items, come up with magical or “anomalous” versions of everyday objects. You can start with stuff on your desk if you like. Water bottles that fill up with horseshoe crab blood if left unattended. or whatever. Include details on where they were found if you want.

write about questionable super heroes with weird or overly specific powers. Like the little known Blue Footed Booby Man

write a “horror” story or creepypasta but it’s like...as stupid and not-scary as possible. Dont just depend on “the twist/scary thing is super cliche and predictable” for it either, see how you can take an actually effective concept and make it unbearably dumb

invent swear words/insults, the more complex the better

plagiarize. By this I mean write something that’s completely made from sentences from other things and try to make it coherent

write one (1) scene from the most outrageously cool and epic hypothetical story you can imagine. just try to cram as many references to magical flying wolf bounty hunters and inter-dimensional dragon priests and time traveling samurai as you can with literally no regard for anything

Take a sentence or paragraph and replace every word you can in it with a synonym. either try to make it as weird and uncomfortable as possible, or just keep doing this in a telephone game sort of fashion until it’s no longer comprehensible.

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bootleg-nureyev-steel-institute · 3 years

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Relationships: Mag & Peter Nureyev, Buddy Aurinko & Peter Nureyev, Peter Nureyev/Juno Steel, vague Buddy Aurinko/Vespa Ilkay

Characters: Peter Nureyev, Mag (Penumbra Podcast), Buddy Aurinko, Juno Steel, Vespa Ilkay (she's there for a tiny bit)

Additional Tags: Post-Episode: s03e21-22 & 25 Juno Steel and What Lies Beyond, Nightmares, Angst, Hurt No Comfort, Listen I love Nureyev very much, and I am firmly on team "He did nothing wrong", but writing inspo strikes when it strikes

Summary: He can't physically be walking down the hallway with Mag again. Can he? No. No he can't be. Mag was dead, after all, and decided to make a brief reappearance in his dreams. That's all it was.

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In which Nureyev dreams of his parental figures and others he left behind.

Fic under the cut:

"You've finally done it now, Pete."

Peter startled. He had just found a hidden corner in an alleyway in a city just like most cities in the galaxy. After days of getting as far away from the Carte Blanche and Dark Matters as he could, he finally let himself stop, breathe, and try his hardest to not think of Juno, who he has abandoned. Only soft whispers and confessions remained, and those were tainted with all of Nureyev's disappearance and all his flaws. Turns out it was a good idea to find a secluded place, because he has to be dreaming. He can't physically be walking down the hallway with Mag again. Can he? No. No he can't be. Mag was dead, after all, and was making a brief reappearance in his dreams. That's all it was.

While Nureyev was thinking over his situation, his former partner in crime stands still in front of a door. He looked towards Peter, calm as ever, and asked him to open it.

Peter did. And he regretted it right away.

The dark red light seemed to stick to every surface it touched, reminding Peter of the way blood slowly moves down a wall when splattered. The metal cylinder in the middle stretched up, high enough that not even Peter’s sharp sighted gaze could see to the top. The Reactor floated in the middle, and while the first time Peter saw it gently bobbing and full of promises, the slow up and down movement seemed menacing this time. Taunting. Waiting.

Peter was very distracted, he realized, as Mag had already made it to the center. He reached up a hand towards the Reactor, the red light of the room and the soft glow of the Reactor lighting his face, illuminating his ruminative expression. Mag stepped back.

"Do you remember this? How full of dreams and potential you used to be. You wanted to be known everywhere. To bring hope. To do good." Mag's face stretched into a cruel smile, and for a second… Peter thought he saw Buddy. "It's a shame, really. That you couldn't handle the price. You always were soft, especially when thinking of family." Mag turned around fully, and he wasn't Mag anymore. He looked- she was Buddy. Her long red hair covered half of her face as always, and Peter couldn't tell where her hair ended and the harsh red light began. Her nails seemed sharper than usual, and her smile crueler than she would let it look. Before, her smiles held a bit of hesitation, uncertain of whether or not Peter could be trusted. Now she knew her answer.

"How is family going for you, Pete?"

Peter quickly scrambled backwards, the shock of seeing both Mag and Buddy causing him to momentarily forget that he could simply disappear as he usually does. The glares from both of his parental figures, people he had betrayed despite all they have done for him, paralysed him. He wanted to run. He really did. But all he could do was press himself closer to the wall and hope the ground would swallow him whole. Or that the guards would run in. Anything, anything but this.

"We've trusted you, but look what you've done, Pete." And as both their voices got louder together and his ears filled with a sharp ringing noise, their images flickered, swapping out with each other like someone changing the channel on a hologram too quickly. Mag was covered in blood, stab wounds that Peter put there, a timeless mark of the harm he has done towards a man who loved him, who raised him. Before Peter could take in more of his blood soaked appearance, Buddy stood before him. Tall, proud, and disappointed. She offered him everything. A home, a family, a life beyond the cycle of bland hotel rooms and faceless socialites. She was wearing her wedding dress, and Peter could almost see Vespa standing at her side, finally with the love of her life, saying "I told you so."

"They call you an Angel, unaware that you simply hide your horns and your halo is carved from deception." They stepped forward as one. One face, one body. One voice.

"You're pathetic."

With that, Peter sank to the floor. He really was, wasn’t he? And in the red glow of everything in the room, Peter could almost see their physical blood on his hands. He could feel the cold of the knife and hear Dark Matters board the ship and taste a metallic tang where his teeth cut through his cheek, and his usual mantra of ‘Lesson one of thieving, don’t get attached. There are consequences when you leave them behind. Lesson one of thieving, don’t hesitate. An indecisive thief is a dead thief. Lesson one of thieving-’ filled his head and his mind and he wished it would ‘stop, please stop, I don’t want to hear it anymore’ and as all this swirled around him like a never ending storm, the figure before him came to a stop. Buddy- Mag- they crouched down in front of him and cupped his face oh so gently. Peter leaned into the soft touch, painfully aware of how undeserving he was of kindness.

“Lesson one of thieving, Ransom,” and the figure before him started flickering faster. Jet, Buddy, Vespa, Rita, Mag, Richard, James, Vespa, Rita, Buddy, Jet, Mag, Buddy, Mag.

The flickering stopped, and suddenly Nureyev was looking straight into Juno’s face. Wonderful, beautiful, amazing Juno. Until he suddenly had a wintry smile on his face, and all the warmth that gathered in Peter’s chest grew cold.

“Know when you’re not wanted.”

#the penumbra podcast #junoverse #peter nureyev #mag ransom #buddy aurinko #juno steel #vespa ilkay #jupeter

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bootleg-nureyev-steel-institute · 3 years

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I have been writing! Oh joy.

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it's the graveyard scene, Near Death Experiences, Death (more implied than anything serious), Dissociation, Drabble, Wordcount: 100-500, Angst, Song Lyrics, Horror, Body Horror, Psychological Horror

(A few of these are vague or implied, but I tagged them all just in case)

Full fic under the cut:

Markus couldn't tell what was going on.

His vision was obstructed by several notifications and a red haze. It was dark, and when reaching up to his face he felt- he felt that one of his eyes wasn't there. He quickly ran a diagnostic, and the results made him pause for a second so that he could process an awful feeling he couldn't put a name to.

In general, everything was absolutely fucked.

He did what he usually did in high stress situations. Tried to keep his levels low, ignored the faint digital notes in the back of his head, and started moving towards a solution as fast as possible.

One leg replaced.

Second leg replaced.

Walking would be faster, so he stood up and started moving. He tried to block out as much as possible of all of those androids- his people- broken. Scattered. Neglected. Something grabbed him. Markus did not scream.

Jericho.

A name, an image, a destination beyond the graveyard. He has somewhere to get to, so he tries to go faster. Hands grabbing at him, some half alive android holding him in a choke hold, the android who he didn't kill.

An audio processor!

He plugged it in, and there was a horrifying moment of silence before everything suddenly shot up in volume. There was rain and wind howling all around him. Everything was so loud. And over it all, broken snatches of a song that he heard in his own head. The last terrible comfort many of them received.

Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer do

I'm half crazy all for the love of you

It won't be a stylish marriage

I can't afford a carriage

But you'll look sweet upon the seat

Of a bicycle built for two.

#dbh #detroit become human #markus

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bootleg-nureyev-steel-institute · 3 years

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anyway most writing advice is frequently contradictory to other writing advice you might receive from people who have just as much/more writing ~expertise~ and a lot of writing advice is just flat-out terrible even if it’s coming from an ~expert~ so if you’re a writer consider this post a reminder that

writing advice that comes up on your dash should be looked at as tips you can choose to follow or discard as it suits you, not hardline rules you MUST abide by or else you’re a ‘bad writer’

you’re allowed to look at a piece of writing advice and say, “wow, that’s a shit idea and i don’t want write like that” and forget about it – even if the post has thousands of notes full of other people agreeing with it

there is no One True Right Way to write, your writing does not have to be just like everyone else’s – if all stories were written the same way and with the same style, reading would be a much more boring thing to do

if you try to write in a way that pleases everyone, you will fail because pleasing everyone is not possible – your own satisfaction with your work, your own desire to write a story, and your own enjoyment of writing are more important than that

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bootleg-nureyev-steel-institute · 3 years

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Fun fact for the jonelias peeps out there, I am writing that essay. It consists of me tweaking the Jon and Jonah confrontation and then me drawing comparisons and whatnot.

I did however get distracted by writing a thing I had an idea for at 2am in another fandom, so I guess stay tuned for that too I guess?

#yea this is what is Currently Happening

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bootleg-nureyev-steel-institute · 3 years

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Words to replace said, except this actually helps

I got pretty fed up with looking for words to replace said because they weren’t sorted in a way I could easily use/find them for the right time. So I did some myself.

IN RESPONSE TO Acknowledged Answered Protested

INPUT/JOIN CONVERSATION/ASK Added Implored Inquired Insisted Proposed Queried Questioned Recommended Testified

GUILTY/RELUCTANCE/SORRY Admitted Apologized Conceded Confessed Professed

FOR SOMEONE ELSE Advised Criticized Suggested

JUST CHECKING Affirmed Agreed Alleged Confirmed

LOUD Announced Chanted Crowed

LEWD/CUTE/SECRET SPY FEEL Appealed Disclosed Moaned

ANGRY FUCK OFF MATE WANNA FIGHT Argued Barked Challenged Cursed Fumed Growled Hissed Roared Swore

SMARTASS Articulated Asserted Assured Avowed Claimed Commanded Cross-examined Demanded Digressed Directed Foretold Instructed Interrupted Predicted Proclaimed Quoted Theorized

ASSHOLE Bellowed Boasted Bragged

NERVOUS TRAINWRECK Babbled Bawled Mumbled Sputtered Stammered Stuttered

SUAVE MOTHERFUCKER Bargained Divulged Disclosed Exhorted

FIRST OFF Began

LASTLY Concluded Concurred

WEAK PUSY Begged Blurted Complained Cried Faltered Fretted

HAPPY/LOL Cajoled Exclaimed Gushed Jested Joked Laughed

WEIRDLY HAPPY/EXCITED Extolled Jabbered Raved

BRUH, CHILL Cautioned Warned

ACTUALLY, YOU’RE WRONG Chided Contended Corrected Countered Debated Elaborated Objected Ranted Retorted

CHILL SAVAGE Commented Continued Observed Surmised

LISTEN BUDDY Enunciated Explained Elaborated Hinted Implied Lectured Reiterated Recited Reminded Stressed

BRUH I NEED U AND U NEED ME Confided Offered Urged

FINE Consented Decided

TOO EMO FULL OF EMOTIONS Croaked Lamented Pledged Sobbed Sympathized Wailed Whimpered

JUST SAYING Declared Decreed Mentioned Noted Pointed out Postulated Speculated Stated Told Vouched

WASN’T ME Denied Lied

EVIL SMARTASS Dictated Equivocated Ordered Reprimanded Threatened

BORED Droned Sighed

SHHHH IT’S QUIET TIME Echoed Mumbled Murmured Muttered Uttered Whispered

DRAMA QUEEN Exaggerated Panted Pleaded Prayed Preached

OH SHIT Gasped Marveled Screamed Screeched Shouted Shrieked Yelped Yelled

ANNOYED Grumbled Grunted Jeered Quipped Scolded Snapped Snarled Sneered

ANNOYING Nagged

I DON’T REALLY CARE BUT WHATEVER Guessed Ventured

I’M DRUNK OR JUST BEING WEIRDLY EXPRESSIVE FOR A POINT/SARCASM Hooted Howled Yowled

I WONDER Pondered Voiced Wondered

OH, YEAH, WHOOPS Recalled Recited Remembered

SURPRISE BITCH Revealed

IT SEEMS FAKE BUT OKAY/HA ACTUALLY FUNNY BUT I DON’T WANT TO LAUGH OUT LOUD Scoffed Snickered Snorted

BITCHY Tattled Taunted Teased

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