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inked-out-trees · 4 months

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16, 17, a cheeky 28, and 49 for the ask game? Thanks :)

Also obligated to include 43 though you don’t have to answer bc I don’t think you do prompts

HELLO MY LOVE thank you for asking me things even though it's one and a half days after I said I'd be bored at work.

16. What's an AU you would love to read (or have read and loved)?

ohh i read and love so many aus it is so difficult to choose just one. some of my favourites include spies, ghost hunting, anything with magic, pacific rim (despite never having seen the movie lol), stories in which there Are alternate universes and characters get trapped in them. i could keep going but i'll stop there haha

17. What highly specific AU do you want to read or write even though you might be the only person to appreciate it?

I love writing things that draw from real life, partially because it adds ✨realism✨ and partially because it's fun to romanticise things that are happening in my life by turning them into fic in my head. (see: newsies band camp fic, newsies soulmates fic)

SO in that vein I would probably have an absolutely joyous time reading/writing a summer festival au, with tips to a bunch of the shenanigans I've gotten up to / been privy to over the past couple years. this may or may not include the romcom I dreamed up last year because our office (serious meetings) shared a wall with the city basketball team management (ping pong and beyonce). perhaps some bad roller coasters. camaraderie. breathless wonder. doesn't that sound alluring??? I can't get too excited otherwise I'll start writing it for real

28. Does anyone read your fics before you post them? If so, who?

welllllll if you're asking...

anyway I do have beta readers, three of them in fact! they are all some of the most incredible people I have had the fortune to meet through mischief, each incredibly talented and inimitably kind, and it brings me so much joy to get to hang out with them in chat every day. bean on!!

49. What are you currently working on? Share a few lines if you're up for it!

surpriiiise I am currently working on my supernatural detective agency au! it is called detective sagency in my files because I tried to make a joke about how they could use the same acronym. the cornley polytechnic detective 'sagency. it feels in character, like they would put it on their door like that. you know.

Trevor seems pleased to hear this. "That's what we do here," he says, and before Vanessa can interject with a slightly bewildered tell people which animal their initials look like? he adds, "Discover new things. You know." He waves a hand sort of willy-nilly. "Detectives."

+ 43. If you take/write prompts: what's your favourite prompt fic that you've written?

I love how you are obligated to anyway despite knowing the answer. In lieu of prompt fics etc, I will mention one of my favourite things that could have been a prompt but isn't - it was suggested in a private chats and expanded upon to a point where it basically became a little chatfic. It's an au of Lookout 3 (really inception-ing the AUs haha) in which Paul is not dead, the Penguin lands in Bethsbridge to wait out a storm and the crew embroil themselves in a cultish murder mystery, and Paul and John get to do the spiderman pointing meme at each other. I will probably never write it, so if you ever want a full elaboration / the entire sparknotes plot, I will be happy to oblige :)

#ask game #thanks for askin'!#hey everyone else. have questions? i love answering things

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jennyquill · 4 years

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portrait of a lady on fire drabble

hey guys. wishing ya’ll love and peace.

so this movie fucking decked me in the face. i really wasn’t prepared for how beautiful and tragic it would be. ik there’s reasons for having characters not be together in the end and i respect the artistic vision of the film. i just want some happy héloïse/marianne action ya feel. this film HURTS. it just felt good to write again.

some spoilers from the film, not really. it’s all gay and yearning.

xx jenny

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how long does a love last?

Paris, 1799

The ending is a lie. Marianne sees her another last time.

New Year’s. Winter bites, but frost melts at the window panes from the heat of bodies. Wine flows freely, as do the guests – mouths hang open, laughing, and drunks step on skirts and boots as the minute hand creeps towards the hour. Marianne has curled herself into an armchair, happy to watch a happy atmosphere, detached.

In practical terms, it’s a simple happening. Marianne will never find the need nor strength to recount it in writing or in speech. She will paint, but it will come out abstract, and she will not understand it anymore than she does now.

A gaggle of drunks waddle away from her towards the bar, and through satin and silk comes the vision of Héloïse. Héloïse, beautiful, ageless, bored Héloïse, sits across the room. She is no more than ten long strides away. Marianne stops breathing and burns – alcohol, loneliness, desire – it’s all jumbled at this point. Mostly, she is tired.

Héloïse is talking to a man – or rather, he is talking at her while she gazes, unfocused, into the crowd.

Without the safety of the drunks, Marianne feels large. The armchair is red and pompous and sticks out against the navy blues of the room like a sore thumb. It is only a matter of time until she is spotted. She wrestles momentarily with running, but she doesn’t trust that her feet would take her away from the scene, not with Héloïse this close. Perhaps she wants to be seen, just this once.

Ten long strides. Her feet would only need five.

Heloise looks as if she’s going to fall asleep. She seems detached in her own way, from her conversation, from the party, from noticing Marianne in her big, glaringly red armchair. Marianne watches her intently. At this point, she’s convinced that she must be damned to watch Héloïse live life without her for eternity.

But, against all odds, Héloïse sees her too.

Héloïse shoots up, awake, and startles the man out of conversation as she does so.

“Excuse me,” she says, and that’s all she gives before turning on her heel and marching out of the room.

Marianne’s feet betray her. They trip as she gets up from the armchair. They take her, in seven ungraceful stomps, across the hardwood floors, swerving spilled drinks and glass that multiply as midnight grows closer. Perhaps the universe is kind, because no one notices two women disappear just as the countdown begins.

Héloïse hasn’t gotten very far. She stands deathly still in the middle of a dark hallway, much like that apparition which still haunts Marianne’s dreams, day and night. Her body is half turned away, half caught by the sound of Marianne’s heavy footsteps. A rabbit, poised to run at a moment’s notice.

The hallway shrouds them in darkness. A single window sits at the end. Héloïse stands between Marianne and the moonlight.

Marianne counts her breaths. She minds the gap of space between her inhale and her exhale. In that gap, she drinks in the sight of Héloïse and is thrilled when she feels Héloïse’s eyes scan her with just as much….pain? Hunger? No, Marianne realizes, as she feels her own eyes start to grow hot. Relief.

How long does a stalemate last? Three steps.

Héloïse runs towards her, and Marianne’s arms are already open.

How long does a truce last? Desperately.

Their kisses start frantic, open mouthed, mostly breath. Héloïse knocks them into a wall, and Marianne grips the fabric of her dress with shaky, sure hands, the heat of her unbearable. Marianne feels sixteen again, sneaking into her father’s studio and grabbing at all the oil paints she can hold before getting caught.

They kiss like they’re already guilty. Marianne supposes they are. Héloïse tastes the same, and feels just as heavenly. They press against each other, breaths slowing together, chests rising and falling until they are doing nothing more than leaning towards each others’ warmth. Marianne closes her eyes, and when she opens them Héloïse is staring straight into her.

On the other side of the wall cheers erupt, a thunderous and triumphant sound that vibrates against Marianne’s back. On the tip of her tongue, there’s a barely formed joke about receiving a New Year’s kiss from a pretty, past lover.

But judging from the intensity of Héloïse’s stare, there is no humor left in their situation.

“How is this possible?” Marianne feels herself speak, voice hoarse. It seems to break the spell casted over them. Héloïse blinks, and reality comes crashing down. Marianne senses it before Héloïse can turn, and she grabs at the other woman’s arms with both hands as Héloïse makes a move to run.

“Don’t - stop, don’t leave,” Marianne says. “Please.”

“Why are you here?” Héloïse demands.

“My client,” Marianne says, slowly trying to find her wits. “This is her party.” She frowns. “Why are you here?”

Héloïse’s eyes, even in the dim light, are alert and ever present. They glisten with unshed tears. “My husband,” she whispers.

The warmth from their frantic embrace is gone, and in its place is a stone. The gap between their bodies holds so many years between them. And yet, in so many ways, hidden in some dark, hopeful place, Marianne wants to believe they are supposed to meet like this. Héloïse is distracted, torn, eyes flitting towards the light from the party. The words come rushing out of Marianne before she can stop them.

“I saw your portrait in Milan and I stood in front of it for hours. I drew stares. I look for you at the market, in churches, in the street. I hear music and I think of you, and I wonder what you are doing and where you are and if you are happy. I saw you at the orchestra.” Marianne pauses, breathless. “I wanted to run to you then, too.”

Héloïse stares. The silence that stretches afterwards lets doubt creep down Marianne’s spine. Oh, maybe this was bad.

Marianne, heart racing, itches to hold her again, to run away, to forget, to remember, just hold on and remember –

“You clever girl,” Héloïse breathes. She pulls Marianne in for one last bone-crushing kiss, and Marianne melts into it, nearly cries into Héloïse’s mouth. When they break apart Héloïse holds Marianne’s face in her hands, and smiles, eyes teary and delirious with hope, dangerous hope. “Find me. Find me again.”

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missyoutoosweetcheeks · 3 years

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Interview with a writer tag

Aka 'idk why I was tagged to do this YOLO' tag lmaooo

Aight. I was tagged by the very lovely, very cute @soldouthaz.

I am : confusion. Because, huh?? I'm a writer now. That's it. That's the post.

But thank you so much for tagging moi, Sarahhhhh <3 ⊂(´• ω •`⊂)

I think it's become apparent by now that this is the first I'm doing this lmao

This tag is so cool. I just read a bunch of other cool writers' answers and <3<3 Y'all are so COOL. Don't mind me :) Hehe. Here goes :

Name : Suha. My parents told me that it means star, but no. It comes from an Arabic word that means Forgotten One. A star in the Great Bear constellation is named Suha because its fooking forgotten help XDD

Fandom(s) : One Direction so far, but I'm a total weeb. I'm thinking about making a hybrid fic. Idk. Might expand later haha xx

Where I post : AO3 and Wattpad. As embarrassing as it may seem, I'm new to AO3. Love it better than that stupid orange platform tbh, but I have to admit I have a larger following on WP, and it's quite easier to interact with the readers on there. Meh.

Most popular one-shot : This trashy little thing (about just 1k I think lmao) I wrote called Heat. Everyone liked it better than the ones I actually put work into lmaooo (I cri). Okay but wbk our fandom's a hoe for abo fics so I get it. I get it bc same. Lol.

Most popular multichapter fic : The Blood Hounds :) It's filled with typos even if it says edited bc I'm blind, but it's my baby haha x It's got 161k reads on WP and 14k ish hits on AO3 so I'm pretty proud of it hehehe.

Fic I loved writing the most : The Blood Hounds, actually. I wrote it and posted chapter by chapter on WP so I made a lotta friends and the experience was awesome haha. Very different from AO3.

Fic I was nervous to post : Lovebugs. It's because I made a major writing style change to it, and now I'm procrastinating on ever giving it an update because nothing ever feels right, yknow? Ugh. #sadlifepremieres

How do I choose my titles ? It depends on what gave me the inspiration. Like, if it's a song name or a lyric, a specific word or theme, etc. So it's random lol.

Do I outline ? Somewhat. Like, the storyline will have a vague structure, the characters will have specific features or habits/behaviours, but the scenes that link the whole outline of the story depends on me writing at that moment lol.

Completed fics : 7 ! A chaptered disaster baby, and the others are smut one-shot practices yolo XD

WIP : 33. Don't even ask.

Coming soon : A bunch of things. Like. A bunch of things. I write new wips when I get writers block on another one and soso. So, when I figure out how to round them up, a few things will be coming out I suppose.

Prompts ? Not really ? I don't use them as much. But. The most recent one I'm working on, for the first time, is from a prompt hehe. Prompts are really nice to read, and I especially love seeing prompt posts that have a short story attached to it <3<3

Upcoming work I'm most excited about ? The weird Soulmates/Alien/Foreigner AU I'm working on hdbdbd lmaooo!! Idk how it's going to be received, but I'm having fun writing it. Playing with your writing style and usual genre is really nice.

Okay so. That was it. A word vomit as usual. Lmao. I'm pretty sure almost everyone's done this tag, but I tag : @ishiplarry78, @larryent, and @smittenwithlouis !!

My brain is currently fried because I studied till 3 am only for my dumb exams to get cancelled. So, if you've already done the tag/ don't wanna do the tag, ignore me please :))

This was fun to do, thank you for tagging me Sarahhhh <3<3 Heartss :)))

Have a great one!!

S♡

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chocosvt · 3 years

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hello tiny butterfly! 👋🏼 how are you? i just come here to say that your blog are beautiful and i admire your writing. do you have any tips for someone who wants to start to write? what are the steps to create such a beautiful art as your fics?

i hope you have a good day/night! 🤎

omg i can’t believe you just called me a tiny butterfly 😭💗 that is such a cute nickname dare i say my heart skipped a beat 🦐 hehe thnk you so much !! hmm let me see, i will try to think up some good helpful tips for you!

i guess i would preface my advice with: BE KIND TO URSELF! trust me – ur writing is going to change the more you continue to practice. there will be times when you feel rly inadequate or uninspired or burnt out, all of which is normal! so always be patient, and keep in mind that no matter how much you improve, you’ll still have off days :_) it’s no worry at all!

okay tip two: i would say to NOT force ur writing! each time i’ve forced myself to finish a piece i always have regrets. additionally, forcing urself to do a leisurely activity will strip away its fun 😢 i’ve found the best thing to do is just step away from it for a few days, a week if need be, work on other projects in the meantime if you’re still feeling the urge to write. but try to avoid that particular piece and wait for ur interest to come back naturally.

tip three: don’t feel pressured to write smth fantastic and gripping and never seen before! writing simple plots that have been around for a long time is a gr8 way to practice (eg: coffee shop!au’s, soulmate!au’s, uni/college!au’s). i kinda see these as the building blocks to expanding ur little creative universe. they’re small but necessary in a way!

tip four: try challenging urself with a speedrun! a lot of the times when we write, we backpedal and make so many clicks, constantly replace words and delete paragraphs. just for fun, try writing a scene without thinking abt it too heavily. i tried this a few times in honey boy and it helped me blast through a couple scenes. besides, you can always return to them later to tidy up when you proofread.

tip five: if you’re someone who struggles to write off the cuff (as in, you hardly plan and have a spontaneous approach to ur plots) i would suggest outlining ur plot in bulletpoints before you begin to write. i’ve found that using the bulletpoint strategy allows you to write nonchronologically (idk if that’s a word LOL but whatev) and skip scenes which may be giving you a hard time. it’s pretty efficient too! also makes it easier to cut out/replace scenes ahead of time rather than typing it all out before you realize it’s kinda pointless or saying nothing.

tip six: don’t be afraid of words like “SAID” or “SAYS” djjsjsjska which may seem like a stupid tip but sometimes it’s easy to lose the reader when you’re too focused on flowery language. i say this from experience bc i WAS THAT WRITER so consequently i had to learn the hard way. i think it’s important to be mindful of the language you’re using, eg: am i inserting all these fancy hoo ha words to create the preception i’m a wordsmith VS should i place them appropriately in places where they would be more impactful and grab the reader’s attention. i think this can be sort of difficult for new writers to comprehend instantly, so sometimes it’s good to have a beta reader who might catch those hard-to-read blocks!

tip seven: the world is ur freaking oyster okay. writing has no boundaries!! you can litrally design ANYTHING you want🌜you can bring worlds to life!! so pls HAVE FUN WITH IT 💗 i think the first tip of not forcing urself is so important bc writing can be the best stress reliever, but only if you listen to what ur mind and body r saying. the reason i haven’t gotten tired of writing after all these yrs is bc i don’t try to pull the motivation out when it’s not there. i just do it when i feel like it and i luv it 👽

#SORRY THIS GOT SO LONG #but i tried to gather what i thought would be most helpful #if you want more technical advice i answered an ask abt that not too long ago!#if you scroll down a bit i’m sure you’ll find it (or i can send you a link - just let me know!)#n: moonbeam #t: choco’s letters

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