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abibliophobiaa · 10 months

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I'm bad at giving prompts because I never know what authors would be inspired by, so I'm going to give you vague ideas and you can pick whatever parts suit your fancy. I know you'll write something cool no matter what :)

Soulmates, but only one party knows they're soulmates

Eddie insecure of his scars

Walking in the woods

"Don't you know I care about you?"

Some innocent cuddling or handholding

did you look for me?

i ended up going with eddie being insecure about his scars and the anniversary of one year post S4. eddie munson x f!reader. warnings: drinking to the point of intoxication; eddie becomes physically ill - throw up mention; wound description, scar mention; smut, but the vague, sort of poetic kind. formatting is also kind of weird because i did not use google docs and…it shows. (3.5k words)

He’d told you he’d be going out with Steve. Wanted to get out and spend time with him on the day Vecna almost took everything from you. He’d left with a kiss brushed against your forehead in the night, his hands lingering over the dip of your hip, cooing softly to ease the tiredness from your form as you shifted and raised yourself up onto your elbows in bed, palms brushing against your eyes to bring some life back into them.

“Just going out for a little while,” he promised, thumbing at the curve of your jaw. Wiggled your chin until you smiled. “You worked all day. Please get some sleep, okay?”

“I love you,” you’d mumbled, face pushing back into the endless comforters lining your shared bed.

“I love you too, sweetheart. I’ll see you soon, okay?”

And you should have known. Should have been more awake to argue with him to stay home. To stay here. Should have anticipated what an absolutely terrible idea that had been. Not when you’d known what he’d experienced. Not when you still remembered that day so vividly. The call from one of the kids—them crying that something had happened, just as the world beneath you had rocked endlessly.

An earthquake, you’d been told.

Eddie had been hurt. Badly. The kind of hurt that had you fumbling with your keys in the ignition of your car. Cursing and slamming your fist against the steering wheel when you’d lost grip of them and they clattered onto the floor to taunt you. The kind of hurt where you’d gotten a flash of him as he’d been thrown onto a gurney shortly after you’d arrived, someone already there balancing on the edge of the table doing chest compressions until they could get him into a room, because his heart had stopped.

A whole minute. For a minute, you’d lost him. All of you had.

For a minute, Eddie had left the world, lingering somewhere away from his body. Away from you. Nearly gone. And then…not. He’d come back and had been immediately hooked up to endless machines and taken in for surgery. Surgeries that had seemingly lasted for hours, your feet carrying you back and forth in an endless back and forth line you hardly cared about potentially leaving a burn mark in the carpet.

After that it had been days of touch and go. Months of healing, tending to his scars, watching him adjust to the way he looked in the aftermath of it all. He pretended to be okay. You knew that. Watched him hide behind smiles, behind a joke, behind doing the things he’d done before. Watched him strum away on his guitar at band practices, stand in front of rooms of people suddenly intrigued by the boy who had been cleared of rumored murder charges, the boy who had defeated death and came back.

A “Freak”—yet this time, one of their own making.

He carried on with the kids as usual, too. Started up Dungeons and Dragons meetings, began growing the group. Invited the girls, invited Robin, Steve and yourself. You always clung to the outskirts, watching him do what he did, watching him try and make sense of the world after the unimaginable. Putting his best foot and face forward, if only to protect those around him from the monsters who roamed his dreams at night, with endless teeth and flapping wings.

So no—no, it comes as no surprise when later at three in the morning you receive a phone call from Robin. The motherly figure of the small trio that had gathered that evening. She’s short and concise in speech, oddly enough for her, in her explanation of what’s gone on. Eddie drank…and quite a bit, from the way she describes it.

Exactly like a year ago, you fumble with your keys in your car, slam your palm against the steering wheel when they drop near your feet, and eventually peel out of the parking lot of your apartment complex.

He’s out on a lounge chair in Steve’s backyard when you find him. When Steve opens the door and apologizes. Says he didn’t realize Eddie must have drank before even arriving, and then offered him more on top of it. Your hand curls around Steve’s shoulder, grimace settling into place as you walk out onto the patio, eyes searching for the familiar form of the man who stole your heart two years ago now. The man who is lost now in his mind, swirling around a drain, staring up at a starry sky.

“Hey, handsome.”

Your chest flutters as he turns his head over the side of the chair, his flushed cheeks tugging upward with the silliest smile that spans his features, body gravitating to yours as it always does, flailing limbs and all. His dimples practically strain from it, though he nearly falls off the chair upon doing so, hand slapping against the ground to keep himself steady.

“Careful there,” you sigh, stepping closer into his proximity, gesturing to the small space on the chair near his hip. At his nod, you settle down, grimacing as he loops his arms around your waist and presses his forehead into your neck. Eddie on a normal day is a big fan of cuddling. Drunk Eddie’s favorite pastime is cuddling. “How about we get out of here? I’ll drive you home and we can get ready for bed?”

“I was just trying to forget.”

It’s like a hammer coming down to pulverize your heart. The quiet tremor of his voice, the sharp inhale of breath, the moisture on your collar bone. But you grant him that safety of your comfort, instead. Curl your hand around his ringed fingers and help him to his feet, quiet and careful as you lead him through Steve’s home, mindful of the sharp corners he bumps and sways into.

Steve’s there at the passenger door to help ease Eddie down inside, a sad frown set in place as he claps his friend on the shoulder and wishes you both a good night. Robin reminds you to call if you need anything else, and blows Eddie a kiss, both waving as you pull away from the Harrington home and head back to the place you share with Eddie, certain you have a long night still ahead.

—

The night is long, as you expect it to be. Getting Eddie into bed is one thing. His hands rest on your shoulders as you help him out of his jeans, his gangly thighs tangling in the material, nearly sending him careening backward into your shared mattress. He strips out of his shirt next, insistent that it’s too hot in the room. And for a spring day, with the windows already gently parted, you’ve needed to put on a hoodie to block out the chill in the air. But you watch him undress all the same, his back falling against the plush pillows beneath, a loud exhale spilling from his lips.

“I’m going to go get you some water and some pain relievers, okay?” Moving to make your way toward the bedroom door, Eddie’s fingers snatch yours before you can go any further. Chocolate brown eyes lift to meet your face, beckoning you back onto the mattress beside him, grunting as he throws himself on top of your chest, arms tangling in the fabric of your hoodie. “Eddie, you really need to drink some water. I’m serious.”

“I’m sorry for upsetting you,” he mumbles.

“Eddie, I’m not—”

“I can see it in your eyes. I know you.”

“I was worried, that’s all. I promise.”

“I’m sorry.” And there it is again. That lightning bolt to your chest. That feeling of anguish that rattles you deep within your bones. “I haven’t slept in days. I needed…”

Days. He’s gone days and you’ve been too busy with work to see it. Guilt drops like an anchor in the pit of your stomach, grief joining it there. Pity—for the man pressing close to your body, shame swallowing him whole, suffocating him. Fingers reach out to untangle the strands of dark curls on the back of his head, running through each coil, patting them into place. He sighs and sinks further into the mattress, and eventually stills, the sound of your heartbeat lulling him into sleep.

Hours later, you wake to the sound of retching in the adjoining bathroom. Eddie’s groans of displeasure echo off the tiled walls. Careful to not startle him, your feet drop down to hit the carpet beside your bed and carry you across the short distance between the bedroom and softly parted bathroom door where yellow light spills out into the hallway.

“Eddie?”

You catch him swishing mouthwash around puffy cheeks. He spits into the sink and glances your way. Eyes red-rimmed and tired. The sort of tired not even the best night of sleep could take away. No words are spoken as you step into the bathroom further, as you run your fingers along the side of his chest. Against the curve of his cheek, where new stubble has grown in since he’s last shaved.

“You been up long?” you ask, even though the fear of the answer has you weary. He nods, but at least he seems more aware of his surroundings now. More himself, despite his haggard form. “You should hop in the shower. It’ll make you feel better. While you do that I’ll make you the waffles you like. Strawberries and all.”

It’s a silent parting. You slip away from his side with a squeeze of his hip and a brush of your lips against the corner of his lips, making your way down the short hall to your shared living room and connecting kitchen. It’s small, but it’s yours. Has been for months now. After a serious conversation with Wayne, about how Eddie was struggling even if he hid it well, you’d all come to the agreed upon conclusion that he needed space away from the rest of the chaos of Hawkins. Away from those who still sneer at him in supermarkets, or shout out false accusations in parking lots.

Murderer. Freak. Killer. Psycho. Names thrown around, barbed wire and daggers, aimed at the man who had done nothing wrong.

It doesn’t matter Hopper had his name cleared shortly after the events that occurred that horrible week. Those who hated Eddie Munson hated him long ago. Chrissy and the other’s deaths were just further ammunition to leverage their ill intent.

Your apartment at least grants him the peace of safety and solace of quiet. On the edge of town, away from prying eyes, and close enough to both your jobs. The other renters in the complex leave you both be, despite a few noise complaints you’ve made about the rowdier tenants just above your bedroom, and it works for the time being. Until you can save up for something new; something you can grow in, grow old in.

Humming to yourself, you begin unloading the things you’ll need from the fridge. Pausing only to pet your presently purring orange kitten, dubbed Frodo by your boyfriend, when you notice that the apartment is still quiet.

There’s no water running.

The bathroom door is still open. Just as you left it. Slowly, so slowly, you walk over to the door, breath catching at the sight of Eddie standing in front of the mirror, fingers tracing over scars. Over the patch of skin over his heart, where it’s the worst, over grooves and ridges of what once was smooth flesh. Trails his fingers lower, to the marks along his abdomen, on his arms. The movements still along his cheek, over the divots you’ve kissed numerous times now. Remember the day you saw him when his eyes first opened in the hospital, and he’d asked you how bad it was.

“Still handsome as ever,” you’d promised, and you’d meant it.

Still mean it now as you knock on the doorframe, jolting him from his slow perusal of his frame. “Are you okay? Didn’t hear the water running.”

“‘M fine,” he says, kicking off his sweatpants for emphasis.

Turns then toward the knob in the shower and sets the water to run hot, fingers lingering under the stream to test the temperature. You open your mouth to speak but he slips out of the bathroom and into your bedroom for a moment. Out the corner of your eye, you watch him retrieve the tablets you left on the bedside table. He swallows them down with a swish of water from the glass laid out, and then returns to your side, where the water now steams up the bathroom mirror.

“Right…I’ll…uh,” you mumble, slipping out from around him into the hallway.

He slowly closes the door, leaving it only slightly open now, and you walk down the hallway. Frodo’s yellow eyes meet yours, and your resolve hardens, feet propelling you back from whence you came. Inhaling deeply, you shuffle inside, calling out into the open space that you’re coming in.

This part, you don’t think about. You strip off your leggings and hoodie with ease. Toss your underwear in a pile with his. He’s quiet as you enter. Those dark eyes of his roam your form, though their usual appreciative and amorous affection is replaced by a hollowness unfamiliar to Eddie’s usually spirited features.

“You’re far away from me right now,” you say softly.

Eddie lifts his head, tangles of wet curls falling loose around his shoulders, rivulets of water trailing down his cheeks like freshly fallen tears. “A lot on my mind, sweetheart. You know…sometimes I forget they’re there.” He gestures vaguely to his chest, waving a hand in front of himself. “And then I catch myself in a damn mirror, and it’s like I’m there all over again. In that fucking dimension, laying on the damn floor, waiting for it all to just…stop.”

“Eddie…”

“It’s hard to not believe you’re a monster like people think you are, when you look in the mirror and might as well be.”

Your hands cup his cheeks, forehead against his. Bodies slick with water, inches apart. More space than you like between you. “You are not a monster, Eddie Munson. You have never been. It’s not in your nature.”

Arms slowly twine around your form. A face against your shoulder, hair brushing your shoulders, his body flush with yours. That distance, that crevice, sews shut in an instant. Comfort comes in the form of his palm along your lower back, in the form of your lips against his shoulder, palms against the middle of his shoulders, holding him tight as the cries of a broken man fill your bathroom. As rain begins to splatter against the window, crystalline shards like diamonds rolling down the pane, the rumble of thunder drowning the blood racing in your ears.

He draws back with a deep exhale, the remnants of his tears visible in the red rims surrounding his eyes. In the shaky inhale, the hiccup that shudders in his chest. Fingers slide up across his chest, over his shoulders, the side of his neck, his cheek. He cradles your palm there, over the space you brush with your gentle thumb. Kisses the inside of your wrist, whispering how much he loves you.

An idea forms.

The hand resting on your face is lowered in the space between the two of you. Your hand flips his palm upward. The fingers on your opposite hand trail his callus scored palms. Tease at the yellowy skin there, at the marks that reveal countless hours of practices. Of time spent honing his craft, trying to make something of himself, trying to be the best at it.

“I love these hands,” you tell him idly. More to yourself, maybe. But he lifts his head all the same. Looks into your eyes as you meet his, the water warm against your back. “They make beautiful music. Music that I’m sure will change the world some day. They write songs. Beautiful songs that mean something. And they write stories. For those kids who absolutely love and look up to you.”

You trail your fingers up along the inside of his forearm. Over the tattoos there. Along his bicep, where you pause. “These arms are pretty great, too.”

“Yeah?” He chuckles at that, and you nod.

“They fix cars and…we know that’s helped me out of many tricky situations.”

Like last week, when you’d had an issue with your car starting and he’d been able to fix it before you were ever late for your shift.

“But they also give the best hugs,” you sigh, sliding up against his chest, relishing in the feeling of them caging you in close. Tight. “They feel like home. Safe. Like nothing could touch me, as long as I’m right here.”

He squeezes you tightly, and you know it’s his way of reassuring you that as long as he has breath in his lungs, you’ll always have somewhere to run to. The safe space in the cradle of his body, a place that he knows you fit perfectly into.

“Don’t even get me started on your cheeks,” you laugh, tipping your head back to press a loud kiss to both of them.

Eddie’s nose wrinkles. “My cheeks?”

“Don’t make fun. They’re adorable. Bite me,” you grumble, pinching at one of them for emphasis. “Really, the whole face is adorable.”

His forehead rests against yours, eyes dark in the dimly lit room, the room growing darker by the minute from the storm rolling in outside. They shift downward as you rest your palm over his abdomen, gliding upward slowly, along scarred flesh, over the parts of him he hates most, until you stop over his sternum.

Over the rapid thrum of his heart.

“I love this heart the most. Because despite everything, it’s kind and loving and warm. And for a minute that day it had stopped and I thought I’d lost everything.” He kisses your forehead as you heave a sob, as your breath chokes off at the memory of him lying on that hospital bed, eyes closed, swathed in bandages, uncertain if he’d ever wake up again even though the doctors reassured you he would. “But then you came back. You came back to us. To me.”

He sniffles, thumbing at your lower lash line as you continue, “And I know you hate this body some days. But I love it. I love it because it’s beautiful and it holds your soul, and…I-I—”

“I love you.” He cradles the back of your head and kisses you.

Once. Twice. Three times.

For each word. Each a promise. Each a swear.

Never to be parted again.

—

He lays against you in silence. His head on your chest, his thighs a tangle with yours, a hand around your hip to keep you close. Bare chests covered only by thin bedsheets. In white linen draped along thighs. You’re not sure what time it is, but time doesn’t exist here. Not right now. Not with him quietly slumbering at last after five days of running from the demons in his mind.

Safe, at last, in the circle of your arms.

Safe and sound, you tell him quietly, fingers combing through his hair.

Safe and sound with you. Here, in this apartment, in your home, where no one can touch you.

Vecna is gone. The kids are okay. Your friends are fine. The world is whole again. The monsters are gone.

He doesn’t have to run anymore.

There will be days like these. The hard ones. More to come in the years that will surely follow. But now, right now, there’s only peace.

And later—later he wakes and kisses you slowly. Softly.

Languid.

Perfect presses of plush lips against skin. He asks you a question. You nod, and he slides the blanket away from your form, baring you to him. Later there’s heat that builds and grows as he trails along the curve of your neck. Over the swell of your collar bone. The valley between your breasts. He divides his attention between your breasts, teasing nips and taunting brushes of tongue and teeth against sensitive skin. Quiet murmurs of praises from his softly parted lips, and peals of pleasure from yours. Fingers knot in hair as he trails lower, as the heat of his tongue glides through the honey of your center, as fingers pull you closer and closer to a precipice. Pulls you nearer as you plummet, planting a kiss against your forehead.

He’s quiet as he rolls over you. As your hand reaches down between the two of you and guides him to where you crave to feel him. Suddenly it’s the comfort of being so full of him that robs you of air. The familiar roll of his hips against yours, fingers bracing one of your thighs over his hips. The slow drag of him; in and out, in and out torturously so, stars bursting behind your vision with each breathless thrust.

Your fracture around him like dozens of stars visible through your bedroom window.

He holds you until sunrise. His chest rising and falling against yours, both of you content and sated.

Cheeks warm, skin warmer.

Tangled as two people could ever be.

And it’s a new day. One neither of you will take for granted.

——

xoxo love you all.

#lunaloveseddie #Eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you

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wing-dingy · 5 months

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Remember when I said I wasn't gonna post fanfics? I lied. I'm gonna post just this one as an excuse to have some Johnshi in my life but also because its rare I write a fic that isnt a self indulgent oc fic

This is just a lil fic where Kenshi comforts Johnny after a stunt on set leaves him with an injured ankle, mostly cute banter. Also sorry if the formatting looks weird, i dont normally post fics to tumblr so idk how to space my paragraphs like I do on google docs.

Click. Step. Click. Step.

The Hollywood actor carried himself on his crutches across the room, from the door to his living room couch, where he saw Kenshi waiting in anticipation.

“Honey, I'm home,” Johnny announced in a parody of those old movies, how he loved his dumb movie references.

“Doesn't sound like good news. Are those crutches?” Kenshi asked, judging by the sound and the patterns of the sound. Though he usually relied on Sento for sight, he hardly ever felt the need to in a casual setting, so it rested in the mantle above the fireplace.

“Yeup. Doc says I'll need ‘em for a few weeks, a month at most.”

Kenshi crossed his arms and leaned back on the couch. “Was that stunt still worth it?”

Johnny snorted, “Totally, the shot came out perfect! You may not know this, but I do all of my own stunts. Impresses everybody when I tell them that!” He dropped a small paper bag of his prescribed painkillers on the coffee table and sat next to Kenshi, wincing as he lifted his ankle to rest it on the same table.

“Aren't stuntmen used so the real actors don't get hurt?”

“I mean- yeah. But don't worry, they're just gonna film everything else until I come back, which should be in no time. I'm just built different.”

Kenshi could just hear the cocky smile, causing him to shake his head in disbelief, but he couldn't hold back the small bit of laughter at Johnny’s pride and confidence. “Alright, but it looks like it's my turn to take care of you again.”

“Don't sweat it, Ken doll, I can take care of myself. You've already helped me enough, and you've got yourself to look after,” He noted all too seriously. Obviously there still rested some guilt in his heart over Mileena's rabid attack that day.

“That ankle needs to rest. That movie needs you and you need the money from it.” Undeniable. Johnny was still getting back on his feet (not literally now) after a messy and expensive divorce, he needed whatever work he could get at the moment. “You just let me know when you need something.”

Johnny sighed as he looked down at his injured ankle. These next few weeks were going to be the most boring while of his life.

Kenshi seemed to know Johnny wasn't feeling so good by the sudden quietness, not even a silly request from his offer. When Johnny of all people was quiet, there was a problem. “Johnny? You alright?”

“Yeah… I've just never been good at sitting still and doing nothing, you know? Now I can't even use my own pool in my living room,” He complained, as if having a pool in the living room was a normal thing.

“Come on, Johnny, you still have a whole mansion. Unless your attention span really is that small, you're not gonna get bored,” Kenshi lovingly poked at him. “It’s not like you're alone either.”

Johnny noded with a small smile of comfort. “That's right, I've got you, my best friend, boyfriend, and assigned FBI agent,” Johnny joked. Gods, not again with the assigned FBI agent meme. “And hey, maybe we can invite Kung Lao and Raiden over to hang out. You think Liu Kang would wanna drop by?”

Kenshi gave an amused smirk. “Probably not, but Kung Lao, might.”

Johnny looked down at the table again, spotting a marker. He groaned and wheezed as he leaned over to grab it, trying not to move his ankle off the table as his finger tips barely touched the marker.

“Johnny what are you-” Before he could finish his question, he felt a marker tapping against his hand.

“You wanna be the first to sign my cast?” Johnny offered, trying to play it off cool but his excitement was slipping past in his voice.

“You mean Hollywood’s megastar wants my autograph?” Kenshi teased. He took the marker into his hand, and Johnny guided his hand down to his cast. Confidently, Kenshi began writing his name.

“Not bad writing for someone who can't really see,” Johnny complimented, meaning it obviously and trying to make it sound like that rather than a mockery.

“I still know the motions of writing, that's enough to get by.” Of course Johnny hadn't seen Kenshi's messier writing at his job and maybe it should stay that way.

The real surprise was the small heart he drew right below his own name. Kenshi wasn't so into PDA, nor into cutesy stuff like that, so it caught Johnny off guard to see the small display. It wasn't like people didn't know they were dating, Johnny was way too into showing off their love and too loud to keep that secret, but it was rather that Kenshi was a more subtle lover when it came to their relationship, preferring to keep things behind doors. Still, it was a nice surprise, and at least now it made the cast way better to look at! Of course Johnny was already pulling out his phone to snap a photo of it to post to his socials.

“You're posting your cast, aren't you?” Kenshi reasonably accused.

“Gotta let the fans know production might be on hold.”

“Is that it? Or are you bragging about us again?”

Johnny snickered, meaning Kenshi was right. “Okay, you got me, but how can I not show you off? You're the coolest! A blind swordsman? Dating Hollywood's biggest hit? We're like a power couple!”

If Kenshi still had his eyeballs, he'd be lovingly rolling them, but admittedly it was kind of cute seeing how enthusiastic Johnny was about their relationship- and kind of funny to think about considering they were previously rivals over Sento.

Kenshi leaned in to press a kiss to Johnny's cheek, and he could feel the wrinkles of a smile under his lips. “Looks like you're feeling better about that ankle.”

“As long as I have you by my side, this injury is gonna be a breeze!” Now it was Johnny's turn to lean in, this time leaning to rest his head on Kenshi with closed eyes and a content smile. Kenshi reciprocated by wrapping an arm around Johnny to hold him. “Shit, that medicine they gave me is starting to catch up.”

“You get sleepy off of a couple Tylenols,” Kenshi playfully quipped, making Johnny laugh.

“Just saying it's a good excuse to nap on you! Unless you're gonna tele-fling me to bed again.”

Kenshi shook his head. “Maybe when your ankle isn't as broken. Right here is fine, just keep your ankle up.”

“Sweet,” Johnny happily murmured as he felt himself starting to doze off. Damn, Tylenol really did knock him out.

#mortal kombat #kenshi takahashi #johnny cage #johnshi #[sweating] im so nervous about posting this hfnckf

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glowingmin · 8 months

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Who Broke (Red)

Four Swords Adventures fanfic

Characters: Red, Blue, Vio, Green, Shadow.

Fluffy morning banter! Directly copied from google docs so I apologize if the formatting is weird off of mobile.

“Alright, meeting time. Who the fuck made Red cry.” Shadow clapped his hands together, glaring across the table. Vio looked up from drinking coffee and reading some boring book, Blue was gripping a fork with enough pressure to bend metal, and Green looked half asleep.

“Is that why Red isn’t here?” Blue reasoned, before grunting. “Shadow, he cries over everything. I bet I did it on accident. Problem solved. Can I get back to the forge now?”

Shadow crossed his arms, glaring at his blue counterpart. “No, you didn’t. You were in the minish forge. I asked Zeffa, because you used the wind crest last.”

“Have we considered that Red stubbed his toe?” Green asked, resting his head on his hands. He reached over and took Vio’s coffee and took a sip before sliding it back. Green winced at the frown on Vio’s face. “We did have a growth spurt recently. That might be it.”

“Red does cry over the most random things,” Vio reasoned as he swiped his thumb along the rim of his coffee mug. “Green, ask before you do that. Or better yet, tell Blue to brew more coffee.”

“Blue makes the worst coffee,” Green groaned in protest while sticking his tongue out. “Shadow, why don’t you just ask Red why he was crying? Wouldn’t that narrow it down a bit?”

“Did you just fucking say I make the worst coffee?!” Blue yelled, slamming his fist down on the table. Shadow had to keep his face stern and struggled to not laugh at the brotherly banter. “Say that to my face, bitch!”

“I just did.”

“GUYS!” Shadow snapped his fingers rapidly to regain the color’s attention. “You two can fistfight after. Who did it? Who upset Red?”

Vio raised one of his hands. “Could’ve been me. I had to do laundry and that included his favorite blanket. He’s clingy, but he wasn’t crying when I asked for it.”

“Nonsense Vio you’re perfect you wouldn’t make Red cry,” Shadow insisted, batting his eyes.

“I’d say you both need to get a room but you already have one. Because I helped build it.” Green rubbed his forehead with a hand. “I’ll go talk to Red. Best way to figure it out is from the source.”

“Hey,” Blue piped up. “How do we not know Shadow made Red cry?”

The dark worlder sputtered, leaning back in his chair. He raised a hand to his chest in mocking indignation. “What? I wouldn’t do such a thing!” He paused, rethinking his words. “Recently. After Vaati. Before then, yeah, absolutely. But I didn’t do it.”

“Suspicious,” Blue hissed. Shadow bared his teeth, kicking a foot against the table. “Fucking Farore, don’t break the damn table!”

Green snorted loudly. “If the table breaks from one of Shadow’s kicks,” he mused, “then I’m going to have to re-evaluate my craftsmanship. I worked hard on this table.” Green paused, rubbing his eyes free of sleep. “And also that chair you used as a bat last week.”

Blue’s head snapped over to Vio. “You told Green?!” He seethed, rapidly jabbing a finger in the other color’s direction. “You said you wouldn’t! You’re a bastard, Vio!”

“Don’t talk about Vio like that,” Shadow had begun to snarl, just in time for Vio to raise a hand and say ‘guilty as charged’.

“Guys?”

Four heads snapped over to the staircase. There was Red, still dressed in pajamas. “What’re you all yelling about? I could hear you all the way from the second story. Is something wrong?”

Blue blinked, glancing towards Green. “Have you been asleep this whole time?” Green asked, smoothing out his tunic with a broad sweep of his hand.

“Mmhm.” Red finished walking down the stairs and hopped in his seat; between Blue and Vio. Their seats were color coded. Except for Shadow’s, which had been broken last week. “I’m sorry I overslept.”

Blue looked between Red, then Vio, and then Shadow. “Vio.” Blue spoke up, one of his eyes twitching. “I’m going to strangle your boyfriend.”

Shadow broke out cackling, sprinting out of the kitchen. “You’ll never take me alive, berry boy!” Blue screamed in anger, and went charging after their dark world counterpart. Where Blue got the hammer from went unsaid.

Red tilted his head briefly in confusion. He winced at the sound of Blue running into a wall. “I think I missed something,” he observed.

Vio rolled his eyes. “Nah.” He reached over and ruffled Red on the head. “Just Shadow goofing around is all.”

#four swords #fsa #green link #blue link #vio link #shadow link #red link #fanfic #glow whispers and junk

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lemondaydream · 2 years

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any tips for beginning to make doc templates?

Hello! Sorry for the delayed response! I've posted some tips before in a previous ask so I'm gonna post the link to that here - https://lemondaydream.tumblr.com/post/666221492911194112/hi-i-absolutely-love-your-docs-actually-buying But I can expand on it a little. That ask was more about how to learn to use Google Docs for templates and making them appear almost like webpages with some of Docs tools but I find that a lot of people just don't know where to start. Find a PowerPoint, a website, a magazine spread that you really like the design format of and practice recreating the elements of that in Google Docs. You can even paste the picture of it in the doc and work above it. Look at it like a puzzle and ask "How would I get those words to sit there?" You could move them with margins, you could create a table and have one of the columns start at that point. Docs isn't really made for what I do but I've learned to manipulate it to make it do what I want. You just have to do that too.

Tables are everything. They forever will be. Imagine drawing lines over the design to imagine your tables. Can you see where the table columns and rows go on this?

Here's what I see:

You merge the box a the top where the green lines are. You can do this with literally any design. Think of a design concept first, map it out, plan your pages and then make Google Docs do what you want even though it's not what it was intended to do.

I hope this helps but yes, look at that previous ask for more general quick tips. Thank you!

#[ 𝚕𝚍 ] asks

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frostyreturns · 1 year

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When my last computer died I vowed I was never buying Apple or Windows ever again, now I’m vowing to never buy an acer chromebook, these computers are pieces of shit. I bought it when everything was locked down and I didn’t have much choice or money.

- Battery already giving me problems wont charge beyond like 12% so the battery life is now like ten minutes. And its built like a macbook where I can’t just pop it out buy a new one and replace it.

- functionless desktop..there’s no desktop shortcuts I can’t drag and drop icons to and from it for easier access I just get a big blank screen that doesn’t even have a functional wallpaper system. If I want to post a custom photo as my wallpaper I have to dig through every single image on my computer to find it because it only gives you preset google provided images and one giant folder labelled “my images”

- It has a shelf/dock but it constantly removes items I put there everytime I’m not looking. I keep tryint to pin my settings to the shelf and yet eveytime I go to use it the icon has disappeared from the shelf. It’s like im in a fight with a roommate over where a table goes but there’s no roommate and every day I just find the table in the spot where I moved it from before bed. You’re my fucking computer you are a thing, I own you, I paid for you, you don’t get a say... do what I fucking tell you.

- Flimsiest fucking plastic piece of shit I’ve ever seen in a piece of technology. The plastic on the screen feels like it’s made out of what chinese knockoff toys at the dollar store are made out of, you have to brace the entire screen with both hands when opening it and closing it or you’ll snap it.

- Every once in a while will just randomly shut off and not turn off, figured out that a little garden varety static was shorting it out.

- keys not backlit, so it’s unusable at nighttime.

- no compatibility with anything, wont recognize or run an external disc drive so I cannot use it for any physical media whatsoever. Can’t watch dvds on it, can’t upload music to it...nothing.

- Every browser other than chrome is suspiciously unusable. Browsers that on every other device run and work smoothly run like bricked dogshit.

- Worst of all it makes you sign in to google to use it at all.

- Awful word processer, you can type words and that’s it. Making it useless as a writing laptop. Your options are use google docs and upload everything you ever type straight to google or here’s a text program that lets you type words but has literally no other function at all. Makes everything a formatting nightmare if I actually have to send something to someone.

There are no good options for computer anymore, you just have to find the one that doesn’t suck complete ass and it’s none of them. They’ve taken all the fun out of technology and the bad parts just keep getting worse. Fuck everyone at apple, fuck Bill Gates and everyone at microsoft and fuck everbody at google I hate you all you’re all bad people and you’ve all made the world a worse place eat shit and get fucked.

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ihopeucomehomesoon · 1 year

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do u have any study tips or methods of studying/learning that u woud advise 😭 im struggling

for me i go through my notes really carefully: to do this i usually will hand write them in the form of a study sheet/road map where i organize the information in a way that makes sense to me i usually use pens of different colors then when i’m reviewing my study sheets i’ll go back and read it carefully again and highlighting important things and sometimes i’ll test myself by seeing if i can write out important mechanisms or pathways etc on a separate blank sheet to see if i can do it without looking at my notes

also it depends on the class like i remember last semester making flashcards only rly helped me in neuroanatomy. typing my notes and again formatting/organizing it in a way that makes sense to me really helped me in anatomy bc i would have everything compiled in one place with pictures and all the information from lectures for me to review and read through as many times i needed. but for most classes i do the study sheets bc i can spatially organize things and it helps me understand and connect concepts better. for more of my math based classes i memorized equations just by writing them over and over again then testing myself in between too. also doing practice problems over and over also helped me

i can try posting photos of my notes too if you want examples of what i mean by study sheets bc sometimes they have a ton of detail on them so i wouldn’t really call them road maps tbh and my study guides for anatomy i would type up on google docs and they’d turn out to be 150-180 pages but i liked the table of contents/summary function on there bc it helped outline the main topics

also what works for me can be different from what works for u! and each study method that works may differ with different subjects too ! and that’s okay i think it’s just abt finding out what makes sense to how your brain operates. i think i’m more of a visual and kinesthetic person so that’s probably why study sheets/road maps work for me bc they help me visualize things. and typing/rewriting my notes by hand help with my kinesthetic preference of studying

i rambled on a bit but i hope this helps!!

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jellypractices · 1 year

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QZGS Rec Bingo

I did a blackout bingo for the qzgs october-ish fanwork rec event!

More info on the event here: https://shadaras.dreamwidth.org/181475.html

Full list of recs below!

From before 2020

Title: The Dos and Don'ts

Author: Summer Snow

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14748434

Jelly’s notes: YeLan alt format fic!! Team happy writes up a guide for yx to flirt with blue river, accidentally sending him the draft version where you can see all the edits on the google doc XD. Summer’s fic is so fun and funny, and the workskin is very cool, though it works better on desktop than on mobile.

Stabbed you with a knife

Title: Even gods can fall

Author: eringeosphere

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16039565

Jelly’s notes: Magic AU, MCD. erin’s fic is one I’ll never be able to forget because it just makes my heart ache. yx is killed by the people he loves most.

Favorite Tropes

Title: Foundations

Author: BlueberryAsh

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28358907

Jelly’s notes: which favorite trope does this cover? Soulmates, unconventional soulmates, platonic relationships, angst and feelings… I love everything about this fic so much.

Longer than 10k

Title: Means of Transportation

Author: lynne_monstr

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32626198/chapters/80932876

Jelly’s notes: Lynne’s de-aged ywz fic! I uh actually haven’t finished reading this yet bc I didn’t want to be too influenced when I was writing my own time-travel fic, but I’m looking forward to reading til the end! The plot, the feelings, the character interactions, and the attention to detail is #writinggoals. I just love Lynne’s writing a lot.

Missing Scene

Title: but man am i bad at math

Author: syncogon

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27480358

Jelly’s notes: qyf’s rookie challenge from the other side. All of synco’s alternate perspectives are really great and thoughtful, but I like this one especially. Wyc and lx’s reactions at the end made me laugh.

Rare Ship

Title: think of me and burn (and let me hold your hand)

Author: Synoshian

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22763488

Jelly’s notes: NSFW, yuhuangye poly relationship with gray-ace yx! I haven’t read a lot of nsfw tka fics lately, but this one was memorable because of Lies’s portrayal of gray-asexuality. Sometimes yx is into it and sometimes he’s not and that’s okay. I really love the way yuhuangye interact with each other and respect boundaries. This fic is both sexy and soft.

Non-English/Translated

Title: that delivery bro who comes and goes in the wind and snow ( 那个风里来雪里去的外卖小哥 )

Author: 缩水仙人球, translated by Dayadhvam

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/36500344

Jelly’s notes: wonderfully crack-y allye, a lot of fun. Yx gains the skill of teleportation and becomes… a fast food delivery worker XD. ty dtriad for the translation <3. Plus, love lauchis’s contribution of yx’s sizzling whopper

Prequel Era

Title: paved with good intentions

Author: PotterheadAvengerDemigod & theAbandoned_Grimoire

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40674066

Jelly’s notes: superpower au, tx-centric precanon, a hint of angst. I really liked the characterization of tx in this, and I’m super curious about how tx’s power works. Maybe the writers will go into it futher in another fic since this seems to be part of a series in the same au.

Female focused

Title: Pretty Magical Girl Gao Yingjie

Author: GeniusCactus

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40506660/chapters/101481006

Jelly’s notes: GK’s bbfic ft art from wack!! Trans girl gyj finds confidence and solidarity as part of a team of magical girls! First chapter hit me in the feels– gyj’s feelings of being scared and alone are too real. But seeing gyj find herself just fills me with so much joy. I have so many hopes and dreams for her. Also the image of wjx with earrings is something I didn’t know I needed.

Made you laugh

Title: how the tables have turned

Author: alkat

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25266829/chapters/61254943

Jelly’s notes: social media & crack! kat has such good one-liners, and this one has so many of them! I really love kat’s brand of crackfic

Title: storm chaser

Author: swanfrost

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20099092

Jelly’s notes: hanye gods au. the way swan writes conflict is so delicious and distinctive. There’s an economy of words that adds to the tension. I really love swan’s writing, definitely #writinggoals.

A work you love

Title: We don't need lights as your smile is as bright as the stars

Author: Missing_Ninja_History

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/35874712

Jelly’s notes: the wangye dance au that gma wrote me for ss. I have no words for how much I love this. The tension, the way they love dance so much, the way wjx thinks and feels about yx… it just makes me smile. This fic deserves so much more love.

Shorter than 1k

Title: Workplace reviews

Author: the_real_lord_grim

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30041430

Jelly’s notes: grim's alt format in the style of reviews, which is really cool!! Samsara’s made me laugh, EE’s made me sad. It’s a fun and creative fic

Pre-canon

Title: ‘til midnight comes

Author: Shadaras

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29921295

Jelly’s notes: shade’s wangye <3 i love how soft and full of feels this fic is. The parallels between yx and wjx really come through, and i love how they can just support each other.

Meta

Title: A magician does not know regret

Author: weilongfu

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21732871

Jelly’s notes: I’ve saved this one since long ago because I liked it so much, a perspective from wjx about qyf’s growth.

Glory focused

Title: Strategem

Author: DancingBloomTKA

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31039853/chapters/76677230

Jelly’s notes: anyone who is interested in writing battles should study tib's fic. It is not only technically superb but there’s great storytelling too!

A comfort work

Title: A Glorious Butt

Author: Anonymous

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15691755

Jelly’s notes: hehe. Allye crack

Crossover/Fusion

Title: Light From Dust (来自尘埃的光)

Author: MTKiseki

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24616501/chapters/59469184

Jelly’s notes: Kise’s hp crossover! hp is chosen as the tka characters’ representative in the triwizard tournament. Unfinished and idk when kise will get back to updating, but she has some really cool and thoughtful worldbuilding ideas about the clash of eastern vs western and how that plays out in the wizarding world.

Fanart

Title: One Last Dance

Author: skysongxd

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22862440

Jelly’s notes: no I will NOT shut up about Sora’s ballroom dancer smc. Sora’s art is chef’s kiss, smc is gorgeous, and the dress design is asldkfjsdk; This art is so wonderful that I wrote a little oneshot based on it (https://archiveofourown.org/works/28231686). I would love to see more fic based on Sora’s wonderful art!!!

Minor character focused

Title: pocketful of pebbles (swallow, sink to the bottom, swim)

Author: madmaenad

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32952565/chapters/81783973

Jelly’s notes: one of mae’s staff fics. mae is so good at making you feel for minor characters. I loved this one about wind howl’s healer.

Alternate media

Title: a cosplay show video where the title is clearly mtl’d

Author: Tencent Video

Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EcSKARsFWks&list=PL8u-QnV8v_57L7HX62o6L0uORwkLm-tSs&index=15

Jelly’s notes: uhhh I’m not good enough at Chinese to be able to tell what show this from, but it’s a clip from a cosplay performance game show I think. The cosplayers put on such a great production with singing! and dancing!! Also the one-liner: “yx, do you have to sing everytime we battle?”

Canon divergence

Title: any way the wind blows

Author: anaiata

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33111721

Jelly’s notes: a yx goes to br set-up! I really love the friendship between hst and yx. You can tell they really care about each other!

Got you into a ship

Title: (I’m Not Throwing Away) My Shot

Author: ryukoishida

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15192653

Jelly’s notes: WangYe!!! An early wangye fic that helped solidify wangye as my favorite ship. I also love the worldbuilding!

#tka #qzgs #qzgs fanwork rec bingo

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ink-fireplace-coffee · 1 year

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Happy STS, Carmen!

I'm going to copy your ask, so: would you like to elaborate on your planning process? How do you take your notes and plot? How many details do you need in your outline?

Happy STS, Rose!!

I usually plan and plot in tables or boxes, and depends on my energy my plot graphs are more elaborate or less! For example the (outdated) Marble and Magic one was an Excel divided by chapter, POV, a summary of what I wanted to happen, and the final wordcount. For Is The Blood Thicker? i translated that format into a Notion table, pictured below, but now it works as a way to keep track of everything and to see it all in a glance.

On the other hand, my plot for Is The Blood Thicker? is just a separate google docs with (you guessed it) another table in it, divided into chapters and with bullet points of everything I want to happen per chapter, but usually not with a lot of detail (I don't usually include dialogues or sentences that will be part of the narrative, just little scenes and facts). At the end of it I have my settings, so where is the plot happening and having that around makes me think of how the surroundings can also impact the plot.

(picture below)

for others it might not work, but I've found that is a really good technique for me<3

thanks for asking!!

#sts #storyteller saturday #rose friend🔱

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rosepehtels · 12 hours

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my journey to obsidian - part 1

read the other posts in this series: part 2 - part 3 - part 4

i started using obsidian daily at the beginning of this year and made the full transition out of notion. this decision was made for many reasons but mainly because obsidian had features that notion lacked, and features i could not live without, *like offline*.

i discovered it was the perfect tool for all my writing needs and began organizing and planning my writing sessions and worldbuilding.

this is part one of 4 posts in my journey with obsidian series.

previous tools

notion - an all-in-one workspace where you can take notes, create documents, manage projects, and collaborate with others. You can customize it to fit your needs with various templates, databases, and integrations. It's known for its flexibility, allowing users to create their own unique workflows and systems. Whether you're a student, a professional, or just someone who likes to stay organized, Notion can be tailored to suit your preferences and help you stay productive.

google drive - a service provided by Google that allows you to store your files, such as documents, photos, and videos, online. You can access your files from any device with an internet connection, whether it's a computer, smartphone, or tablet. Google Drive also lets you share your files with others, collaborate on documents in real-time, and even create and edit documents directly within the platform using Google Docs, Sheets, and Slides. It's a convenient and reliable way to store and manage your digital files, whether for personal use or collaboration with others.

microsoft word - a powerful word processing software developed by Microsoft. It's a staple tool for creating and editing documents of various types, including letters, reports, essays, and more. With Word, you can format text, add images and graphics, create tables, and insert various elements like headers, footers, and page numbers. It offers a range of features to enhance productivity, such as spell check, grammar check, and a thesaurus. Additionally, Word allows collaboration, enabling multiple users to work on a document simultaneously and track changes made by each contributor. It's widely used in both personal and professional settings for its versatility and user-friendly interface.

i used all these tools for writing, outlining and organization but found many issues with all of them. google drive lacked the linked features i needed to be able to access my different documents easily, one note was not visually appealing and lacked the outline feature that is available in google drive. and notion...notion has many features that all of the other apps combined lack and so many issues.

my obsidian experience

when i discovered obsidian, i started organizing my writing using the zettlkasten method, but quickly found it was not for me.

i decided to create my own system so that its personalized to me and what i need. using other organizational methods was not doing it for me.

i eventually came across josh plunkett's videos on using obsidian for ttrpg and adapted some of the features into my own set-up. even though i do not play ttrpg often, i still used similar set-ups for my writing.

from this point forward i continued to use obsidian for writing while also managing personal life in obsidian..in the same vault. i was conflicted on whether to have one vault for everything or multiple but found that having one vault makes everything cluttered, and having multiple makes it annoying to jump between.

my workflow

my plugins

kanban

advanced tables

leaflet

templater

dataview

fantasy content generator

click clack

there are also ttrpg specific plugins if you play however, i do not so I do not utilze those tools.

my takeaways

organize, organize, organize. staying organized is a huge thing in obsidian or you will have a hard time navigating the app. find a organization method that works for you and stick to it to ensure your vault is organized and you can easily find your files.

limit the number of vaults you use. having too many vaults to open can be annoying and disrupt your workflow, not to mention the clutter and mess it is to have all your information scattered.

automate your workflow. nicole van der hoeven has shown in her videos how to use the dataview and how you can use it to automate your workspace.

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heartsbreaking · 3 months

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muse bio rant

i love carrd i do it's so easy to use and so intuitive...if you have ten muses maximum. after that it gets so annoying and guyyys i have 5 carrd pages for this one blog, 3 for ocs, 1 for canon muses and one for the main carrd with rules and stuff. and it sucks. i want all my stuff in one place and for it not to take forever to load. i want to be able to just write and not think about the formatting so much because i have to do everything in markdown. and like i hate everything about google docs and having to use tables for everything and ai and people being able to see your email and shit. and google sites sucks too.

and i just don't know what to do anymore cause i don't WANT to be that person with a ton of ocs and no bios. i want to be able to share my ideas with people and have people understand my vision. but carrd ruins my flow and now i just have nothing. and i considered just like...building a website from scratch but then i'd have to work within an html framework to write bios which is in fact WORSE than carrd and a lot more work. and i don't want to host my bios on tumblr cause if my blog gets deleted or whatever i lose everything. and notion sucks too. and i tried millanote and it's fine but i can't afford multiple subscriptions to things and i'd still be keeping carrd for my other blogs just not using it for this one.

i'm just so frustrated and tired and i just want to make things work and i have a vision and i can't execute it or do anything and i feel like because of that writing with me is so much harder and i don't want things to be hard.

no one else seems to be as annoyed with carrd as i am and like maybe i'm just dumb maybe i should just tough it out or whatever but it's just it sucks idk this sucks

i just wanna write and like telepathically communicate muse information to people ya know???

#im just exhausted atp #nico stfu #to be deleted eventually

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horizon-forbidden-sheesh · 5 months

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Writing Process: Drafting

Sooooo, I started drafting Part 2 almost immediately after Part 1 concluded—and by now I've abandoned my Scrivener file entirely and am doing everything in Google Docs. (I talk about my switch from Scrivener to Google, here. ⚙️)

This time, I didn't have all the journal entries to work from, either. I was starting entirely from a blank slate. So at first, I just let myself WRITE. All the scenes I was most excited about, in no particular order, just to squeeze all the juice out.

I did that for like a month. And then, when I had about 15-20k words of random bits and bobs, I started to put them in order, and develop a through-line. That's where the draft docs & trackers came in.

✏️ Away from Scrivener, I needed some extra organizational tools to house my more general notes, research, & scraps. So, I built this li'l cutie with easy links to all my Google draft files, and included a brief summary that helped me greatly when plotting out the next set 10 chapters for Part 2:

*The chapter titles were updated as my outline changed, but the summaries did not! The descriptor for Chapter 20 is now, like, Chapter 23.

Keeping the descriptors short really helps me stay on task. If I have so much I need to cover in a chapter that it drops my formatting to the next line, I know I probably won't be able to cover everything in ~3,000-5,000 words.

✏️ Now, that's just the first page of the "Table of Contents." As of today, it's 13 pages long, and it also houses a TON of notes and working drafts and snippets of dialogue that I am saving for future, as-yet-unspecified chapters.

It's really messy—and sometimes when I'm out & about and my service is shit, I whip open my old Notes app, just to get a thought down. Here, have a taste of what's been rattling around in my brain...

Dialogue often starts as just the dialogue. I layer in tags & descriptors later, during the editing process. Most of the conversations I've written started with me talking to myself alone in the car, in the shower, or while washing dishes. (This works for copywriting too. My best ideas almost NEVER come to me while I'm sitting-down-looking-at-a-screen. Of course.)

For instance, that same conversation made it from the Notes app into a Google Doc and has since evolved to:

A li'l somethin-somethin from the upcoming Scorcher Season's Chapter 24 🔥

✏️ Once I've got all the major plot points written, I'll go back and write the "boring" stuff in chronological order. Okay, it's not really boring. It's just the filler information that helps a reader get from point A to point B, and I edit as I go. This ends up being like half of the total word count for the full 10 Chapters.

I'm currently hitting this point in Part 3—and you can see below that just writing my favorite parts here and there gets me pretty far on its own. Over the last 3 weeks, I've nearly exhausted my imagination developing the general story arc. Next up, I'll go back and start fleshing out each chapters one by one.

Wanna know something CRAZY?? Over the last ~year, I've noticed that I tend to write nonstop during Mercury Retrogrades. Like, I don't want to do anything else. I'm learning not to schedule any major projects for these ~3 week periods, so I don't blow my deadlines on account of being too obsessed with my fanfic to bother. 😅

After my decision to expand to 4 Parts total, my original ToC Doc got a bit... top heavy. (Also, I got really tired of manually calculating all the word counts.) So, instead of continuing in Docs, I added a tab to my spreadsheet:

*Hiding my chapter summaries so as not to spoil!! 😈

As you can see, I fill in the links as I create the draft docs... and I've already had to split a chapter in half due to scale, so the untitled <Scorcher 7> dropped to Part 4. I'm hopeful I won't have to split any more, so I can end strong on 'Ten Days.'

I don't usually start the finale until the very end, because I've learned that the wonderful comments I receive will sometimes give me extra ideas that I want to ensure make it into the fic!

✏️ Around the time I've fully completed the first 5 chapters, I'll give myself the green light to start posting. That leaves me just enough runway to finish out the rest of the season, and posting on a timeline helps keeps me motivated & accountable!

This is getting kinda long, so I'll write about Trackers & Timelines I've developed along the way in another post.

Thanks for being here! 🖤

xo, Sheesh.

#hfw #horizon forbidden west #kotaloy #The Marshal #the making of #writing process #writing tools #writing advice

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ultra-kiss · 1 year

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I'm still working on ch2 (banged out ~1500 words earlier) but I did take a break to write a short character study(?) of V1 and I'm SUPER glad I did. Like, I already had way more character notes for it than Gabriel but that's partially because it's motivations are so opaque. And the way it thinks and feels and basically everything... So while I did have a decent idea of what kind of "person" it was, I was struggling a bit w/ deeper conversations

But I feel like I have a much better idea of what it wants and why now! And the whole thing was also an interesting experiment with basically just, not giving a shit about word choice? Because I wrote it as sort of a dialogue between it and it's "automatic" processes, and neither of those things are choosy about their vocabulary. Unlike me

I do feel obligated to summarize it- basically it spans all of it's interactions w/ Gabriel (plus the terminal entries abt him) and mostly just consists of it's reactions to and opinions on all of it, both "subconscious" and deliberate. Overall it starts out sort of trying to be a "good soldier", plus or minus a few eccentricities, kind of getting bored and fiddling w/ it's own processes. But encountering Gabriel is The Most Interesting thing to ever happen to it! And gives it a jumping-off point(?) to really lean into the personality it was developing, and gain some more self-awareness. And naturally, become very very infatuated w/ Gabriel in turn.

I'd like to post it! But. I have a pathological desire to make everything I do super fucking complicated. So I formatted it in basically the most deranged possible way. It currently exists in google docs, and is comprised of about 50% hacky tables made to resemble terminal entries/pop-ups/utility windows. Which I may or may not have spent more time on than the actual writing. And I'm not done with yet. And in order to post it on AO3 I'd have to remake it entirely w/ HTML/CSS. which I sort of know how to do so I probably will at some point. But I want to finish Ch 2 first. And probably polish up some fanart to post.

#also funny story #i don't write in google docs #i write in an open-source knowledge base text editor called Obsidian #which is based on Markdown #which uses certain symbols as cues for styling text #guess what doesn't use markdown?#Google Docs doesn't use markdown!#so I had to manually reformat everything #and then replicate a bunch of gui elements in a word processor that I'm not familiar with #and if I want to post it anywhere...#I have to fucking do it again #I'm honestly glad I did it! even the formatting my ocd brain loves that shit #but just. god I'm insane #fanfic.txt

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jhalakseo · 2 years

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Assignment Writing Help: It's Not as Difficult as You Think

Introduction

The world of assignments is a scary one. You're not sure what to write about, where to start, or even how to do it. Luckily for you, we're here with the assignment writing help you need! Here are some helpful tips on how to write an assignment:

How to Write Your Assignment

Before you start writing, it's important to know what you need to do. Here are some tips for how to write your assignment:

Make a plan of attack. Before tackling any task, make sure that all of your ducks are in a row and everything is ready for action! Use this time to outline your project and think about how it should be structured.

Use the library or online resources like Google Docs as needed during this process (and don't forget about collaboration!) If possible, try not waiting until the last minute—you'll find that mistakes will happen much easier if they're caught early on rather than later in the process when things get more complicated (or worse yet, completely forgotten). Don't forget proofreading either! It's easy enough just sitting down with something else while working but sometimes we forget our own work because we assume everyone else will catch any errors first so why bother checking?

Choosing a Topic

Before you can begin writing, you'll need to decide what kind of assignment you want. It is important that the topic be one that interests and excites you. If it doesn't, then your writing will be lackluster as well!

If your course is focused on a career path, then choosing an interesting or relevant topic will help make sure that students retain what they learn in class by giving them something useful for their future careers. For example: "How do I get from point A (my current job) to point B (my dream job)?" Or perhaps this question: "What are some tips for finding jobs in my field?". Of course there's no limit on what type of question could be asked here—just make sure whatever issue comes up during class discussions seems like something worth exploring further down the road when it comes time for writing assignments or projects later on down the road after graduation day rolls around."

Pre-writing

When you are starting out, it's important to start with a pre-writing process. This will help you get your thoughts organized and make sure that you don't forget anything important. You can use any method that works for you, but here are some suggestions:

Research the topic thoroughly before writing about it—this includes reading blog posts, books, articles and anything else related to your assignment topic. Make sure that all of this information is accurate so when writing about it in detail later on in the assignment process; everything stays consistent with what was already known before coming up with ideas or concepts related to this particular subject matter area!

Organize Your Data

When you’re organizing your data, there are a number of ways to go about it. You can use a table, spreadsheet or mind map (which is helpful for visualizing the information). For example, if you have 20 students and five different teacher grades for each student:

Table: This would be easy to read and understand at first glance. It gives an overview of all 20 students and their grades by teacher.

Spreadsheet: This type of spreadsheet makes it more difficult for someone who doesn’t know how to read information from this type of format because they have less context with which they can interpret what they see on paper or screen (iPad/Smartphone). However this could also be helpful if someone wants something more compact such as reviewing class grades over time or comparing them against others within their department or school district!

Structure and Outline

Your outline is a great way to organize your thoughts and get them down on paper. It also helps you write faster, which means that you can finish assignments faster. This will save time and make sure that the professor doesn't have to keep checking back with you after class or at home to make sure that the assignment was done correctly. That's one less thing he has to deal with!

Another benefit of having an outline is staying focused on your topic while writing—you'll know exactly what needs addressing in each section so there's no guesswork involved when it comes time for revision later on down the road (if needed). By following along with a structured outline, it becomes easy for us writers not just because we know where we're going but also because we remember why we're going there in our own minds first before starting any actual writing tasks - thus ensuring even better results than those achieved by simply winging things off without any structure whatsoever."

Compose a Thesis Statement

Your thesis statement is the main idea of your paper. It should be clear and concise, and it should be a single sentence or two sentences at most. The thesis statement should be in your introduction, at the very end of that section when you talk about what's going on in your paper and how it relates to other things you've written about before (or not).

If you don't have a good one yet, write down some ideas! You can look back over old papers or even ask friends for their opinions on what they think the topic would be—they might even tell me!

Write the Body Paragraphs

The body paragraphs are the meat of your essay. They should be between 4-6 sentences long, and they should focus on one specific topic. Your body paragraphs will have a topic sentence, supporting details, and a concluding sentence that sums up what you've said in each paragraph.

It's important to remember that when writing an assignment that requires more than one paragraph, it's okay if some of your paragraphs don't have much content or aren't written as well as others because they're just examples of how to write other points in this section (not necessarily because they're necessary).

Write the Introduction and Conclusion

The introduction and conclusion of your paper should be relevant to the body of your work. If you're writing an essay, then this is especially important because these sections will serve as hooks for readers who want more information on your topic.

The introduction should be an overview of what you're going to discuss in the rest of your paper; it should also include some way for readers to get involved with what they read next (for example by stating key points). In order for this section not only ensure relevance but also explain how those points relate back towards one another--you don't want them just sitting there without any kind of connection! So make sure everything flows together well before moving onto other sections like body paragraphs or headings later down there where people might start skimming through pages quickly trying not miss anything important that may come up later down there if need reading material required."

Editing and Proofreading

Find a friend to proofread your work.

Read the assignment out loud to yourself, and then read it again with the extra eyes of someone else. This can be very helpful in catching mistakes you may have missed on your own (or even grammatical issues).

Avoid using contractions like “I” or “we” when referring back to something that has already been said; instead, use “he/she/they” or just make sure everything is spelled correctly before submitting your assignment!

Spell check! You don't want any typos in there making people think there's something wrong with what they've written because of bad spelling or grammar choices."

Assignment writing help can seem daunting, but with these helpful tips your next assignment can be done in no time.

You might be thinking, “I can do this by myself.” The truth is that it's easy to underestimate how much time and effort it takes to write an assignment. It also helps if you have a good idea of what type of assignment you need to be written, but even then there are so many options available!

Assignment writing help can seem daunting, but with these helpful tips your next assignment can be done in no time:

Use the right tools for the job—if your school has a writing center or tutoring department, ask them about their services and see if they offer any discounts or other incentives for students who use them regularly. They may offer classes where students learn how best to revise their work before handing it off as well as other helpful tips on improving their grammar skills overall.

Don't forget about plagiarism! If you're using someone else's work as part of yours (even if it's just some notes), make sure everyone knows what constitutes proper citation style before submitting anything back into class

Conclusion

These tips will go a long way to helping you write your next assignment. Remember that writing is a process and it can take some time before you’re completely comfortable with it, but if you keep practicing every day then don’t worry about being perfect right away! If you feel stuck or have questions about how to get started, don’t hesitate to contact us for assistance.

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FYI, if you followed everything exactly up to here, you should only have 2 data columns and not 3. To actually use this data elsewhere (such as with R), export it into a csv format which can be easily imported by other programs. This will make a new window, holding the table you wanted. With the settings fixed, you can hit the “Create Table” button at the top of the main workspace. To do this, double click on that row, and select the statistic you want to include.Īnd you should now have something that looks like this: For example, I find it much more informative to have the singlets show total count, rather than Freq of parent. Some of those statistics aren’t what we’re looking for. Once in this window, select the populations / statistics you want to include from the main workspace, and drag it into the table editor, so you have something that looks like this. Lastly, the easiest way to output this data is to hit the Table Editor button near the top of the screen to open up a new window.

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Of course, a scatterplot needs a second axis, so I just used mCherry fluorescence (or the lack of it, since these were just normal 293T cells), captured by the YL2-A detector.Īnd of course copy that to the group as well (you should know how to do this by now). While this can be done in histogram format, I generally also do this with a scatterplot, since it allows me to see even small numbers of events (which would be smashed against the bottom of the plot if it were a smoothed histogram). In this case, it’s GFP positivity, captured by the BL1-A detector. Next is actually setting up the analysis for the response variable we were looking to measure. Then only gate the cells directly on the diagonal, thus excluding those that have more FSC-A relative to FSC-H. To do this, make a scatterplot where FSC-A is on the X-axis, and FSC-H is on the Y-axis. Here is the best description of doublet gating I’ve seen to date. So the live cell population will already be enriched for singlets, but having a second “doublet gating” step will make it that much more pure. Once you do that, the population should now be in bold, with the same text color as the group name. Thus, right click on the “Live” population in the workspace and hit “Copy to Group”. Once you have made that gate, you’ll want to keep it constant between samples. Since we’re mostly using HEK cells, that means that main thing we will be doing in this screen is gating for the population of cells while excluding debris (small FSC-A but high SSC-A). Set it so forward scatter (FSC-A) is on the X-axis, and side scatter (SSC-A) is on the Y-axis. By default, a scatterplot should show up. the first sample), and double clicking on it. Start by choosing a representative sample (eg. Now to actually start analyzing the flow data. Now that the group is made, I select it, and then drag the new sample files into it, like below: Thus, I hit the “Create Group” button and type in the name of the group I’ll be analyzing. Before you start dragging in samples, I find it useful to make a group for the specific set of samples you may want to analyze. With that out of the way, now you can perform your analysis. Thus, click on the “Preferences” button:Īnd finally once in that final window, change the “Decimal Precision” value to something like 8. This can be prohibitively uninformative if you have very low percentages that you’re trying to accurate quantitate. Once logged in, you’ll be starting with a blank analysis workspace, as below.īefore I forget, an annoying default setting of FlowJo is that it only lists two decimal points in most of its values.

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I’m obviously not going to share my login and password here ask someone in the lab or consult the lab google docs.

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Obviously, if you don’t have FlowJo yet, then download it from the website. Thus, here’s a short set of instructions for using it to do a basic process, such as determining what percentage of live cells are also GFP positive. While I’ve been using FlowJo for a long time, I realize it isn’t super intuitive and new people to the lab may first struggle in using it. Inevitably, what ends up being the most practical tool for analysis of low cytometry data is FlowJo. We do a lot of flow cytometry in the lab.

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