1) Life Won’t Wait For Your WIP;
Do not work 16 hours a day every day. Think about the “full jar” story. If you fill your days with “sand” (work, admin, cleaning) you won’t have time for the big stuff. Meet friends, make connections, spend time with your family. Not only will this keep you sane, but it’s life that informs your writing.
2) Read As Often As You Can;
As Stephen King says, “if you don’t have the time to read, you don’t have the time (or tools) to write.”
This might be an unpopular opinion, but I will die on this hill. For clarity, I don’t mean reading every, single day. That’s not what this is about. What this means is that reading, for a writer, is like a whetstone for a blade. The sharpest, cleanest, most talented writers out there were all avid readers at some point in their lives even though it is expected that everyone goes through periods where its not possible/a priority.
Furthermore, we learn about the market from reading; we learn what sells, what people want, and what structures are in vogue. It’s important to know this if you want to publish because, whether we like it or not, a book is a product for sale.
If you write as a hobby and don’t plan to publish, fair enough, but I’d still recommend it as a good way in which to hone your skills.
3) It’s Okay To Write Badly;
When you first tried to bake a cake, did it come out star-baker perfect? No, of course not. If you were lucky the flavour was good even if the texture and look were off.
Write, write, write.
Forgive yourself for writing poorly and don’t give up on a good idea because of poor execution.
4) You Can’t Please Everyone
In fact, you won’t often please the majority of people. But you will please someone and that’s a good thing to do. The successful author is not the one who pleases every reader, but the one who pleases enough readers.
5) Develop A Thick Skin
It can be hard to hear criticism, but it’s important that you don’t let it get to you. The minute you put your writing out to the public there’s a chance that someone will have a critique of some kind.
The good news is that if you put work into your research, writing, and editing it will most likely be outnumbered by positivity threefold!
Just learn to distinguish constructive criticism from nastiness, and try to find the balance between listening for improvement opportunities and remembering point 4!
6) It’s Hard Work, But Worth It
You’ve got this. You can do it; take a few deep breaths and start working away; the only way is up!
I drew seirannnnn ‘s (twitter) Masamune Cosplay 💙 !!!
Her casino dealer Masamune cosplay is so good!! I really love it! One of my favorite Masamune outfits !!!
I wanted to draw it so badly all day !! 💕💕💕(๓´˘`๓)♡
Cosplayer : seirannnnn
Character: Masamune Date from Ikemen Sengoku
series : Ikemen Series (Casino Dreams AGF 2018 theme)
#イケメン戦国 #ikesen #ikemensengoku #ikemenseries #ikesenmasamune
Yasu: That’s you
Masamune: I know…I’m cool and brave. I got you, fam
Yasu: Nono…you’re the second one
Hideyoshi: It’s ok to be honest, Ieyasu
Yasu: I am. He’s an idiot. A brave idiot is still an idiot.
Nobuanga: Is this why you’re so fearless, Hideyoshi?
Mitsuhide: It’s alright, hideyoshi. We all know you’re very courageous
Hideyoshi: I AM NOT COURAGEOUS
Mitsunari: oh no, hideyoshi-sama. I quite agree with Mitsuhide-sama that you’re incredibly brave.
Kenshin: Say it and you die
Sasuke: …I would never dare.
Yuki: Guess Sasuke has more smart than brave
Shingen: I’m having trouble deciding if that’s more brave or smart and it’s giving me a headache…I think my sugar levels dropped
Yuki: no sweets for you
Sasuke: yukimura is very brave..
Kennyo: The utter stupidity of this entire conversation astounds me
Ranmaru: They are quite brave
Kennyo: Brave does not equate to foolhardy, Ranmaru. Don’t listen to this
Motonari: Doesn’t it? It’s usually the stupid who charge in first
Kennyo: Bravery does not equal an ignorance of danger. It is acting despite one’s danger
Motonari: Which is considerably stupid. It’s better to act to where you will never risk yourself. Then, you can sow chaos and be invincible
Kennyo: Why do I talk to you again?
Motonari: We both hate the Devil King
Fandom: Massive Mashup (you read that right - SLBP, IkeRev, IkeSen, MysMe, Kuroshitsuji, and MCU at the moment. More may be added as they strike me)
Universe: Medical Office AU (kinda. HEY! SPOILERS!), Modern AU
Warnings: None in this installment but remember, this is an AU and I’m going to have fun with it.
A/N: This whole idea came about because I had a REALLY BAD DAY at work and I asked a question to my writing discord. That question became a massive crossover fic. Now, whenever I have a bad day, it becomes an episode of “Referred Out”. This will not likely be a long story, rather I see it as a series of episodic one shots the clinic has to deal with. So… yea, that’s a thing.
SOOO FUCKING GREAT! yaaas! ♥
Relationship: none but Mitsuhide implied
CW: threatened physical harm, imprisonment
Word Count: 222
Summary: Writing prompt: “This is starting to get annoying”
YAAAAAS! I ♥ this so much!
Request: Our Beloved Knight
CW: MAJOR SPOILERS (I even changed the title of the story to protect people from HW spoilers. If you don’t want MSQ spoiled do NOT read any further)
A./N: this is a request from the Canon vs. Fanfic on the main blog. I asked people to slide into my inbox with requests. This was @jennacat84 request. No break because it’s under 400 words. Ps. I know I don’t have one of the abilities at that level. I don’t care. ARTISTIC LICENSE.
Request: Canon: they died Fanfic: fuck you Harouchfort (I know I spelled that wrong)
Haurchefant’s call went out a moment before he ran past me. Light flooded the area as the light spear struck against the shield set to protect me from the attack.
The warping of metal echoed through the space. The grimace on the elezen’s face, the determination in his eyes, he would not be moved from his spot unless he was forced no matter what it cost.
That realization galvanized me.
"You stubborn fool!” I grumbled
A telltale diamond of light erupted around Haurchefant tethering him to me. My body moved on its own. Using my shield, I placed myself between him and the incoming attack. A wave of metal shields appeared further dissipating the attack. Splinters of light shattered around my shield.
Standing tall I bring my hands together, sword upraised. A snowflake shaped burst of light erupted where the knight stood on the peripets. When the light dissipated, the knight was gone.
I spun on the man behind me. The one who was there when I was at my highest and my lowest. He never asked what I could do for him. He only asked how he could ease my way. Fury boiled in me.
“What in the name of the ever loving twelve were you thinking?” I bellowed.
He smiled down at me. “I was protecting you.”
I thought “so angry you couldn’t see straight” was a figure of speech, but Haurchefant’s form wavered. “Do you know who I am? Do you have any idea what I have done, what I am…”
My tirade was cut off as I felt the warm press of lips against mine. Shock melted into pleasure and my eyes fluttered closed.
A gentle cough reminded us we were not alone. I opened my eyes, greeted by the sight of this beautiful man smiling at me.
“Say thank you.” He whispered.
“Thank you.” I replied automatically.
“I would do it over again and a hundred times more.” Haurchefant pulled me close. “Thank you for protecting me as I long to protect you.”
Hit right in the *feels* i cried. so well done.
Grow and heal
Relationship: well that all depends now, doesn’t it?
CW: implied combat, mention of bruises, allusions to physical injury, MC is canon divergent
Word count: 871
A/n: this is the first of two tales that spun in my head regarding the “trial by combat” convo between @ikemenfics and I. Posting mobile and all the silliness that comes with it. Break attempted.
“I’m really uncomfortable with this.” Hideyoshi huffed as he finished attaching the chest piece. “Do you have any idea what you’re getting in to?"
"Quit your nagging, Yoshi.” Ieyasu gripped from the doorway. “Maybe he’ll knock some sense into her.”
You look at yourself in the mirror. The armor sits differently than your used to but the feel isn’t exactly uncomfortable, just unfamiliar. It felt like being in borrowed armor rather than your own, which you were.
“Thank you both for your concern.” You said equitably as you looked around, “I assure you, I know exactly what I’m doing. Perhaps you should be more concerned about your one eyed warlord."
"Nobu is with him.” Hideyoshi was not mollified but realized a stubborn streak when he heard one. “We’ll be back to get you when everything is ready.”
The men exited leaving you alone with your thoughts. As you slowed your breathing and narrowed your focus, a memory surfaced.
It was a gorgeous day. The clear, cloudless sky stretched on forever. The sun was bright and the temperature comfortable, but not overly warm. A pleasant breeze brought with it the smells of spring and the music of Azuchi’s bustling marketplace. You laid down under a tree on a hill enjoying a rare, lazy moment.
“Have you ever been in love, lass?"
Your bark of laughter was harsh, and a little more than self-mocking. "No.”
The silence stretched for another few minutes before Masamune s poke again, “Why?"
"Because I have a pretty hard and fast rule, Masa. If I am going to fall in love, the person had better be able to beat me in combat.”
You watched as he processed that information. A range of emotions flitted across his face before he focused on you again.
“No one has beaten you in combat?” there was something different in his tone.
“No one has tried.” you answer simply. This was a long standing source of amusement between you and your friends back home.
“Are you,” you realized he was looking at you as if he was assessing you, “Are you any good?"
Your lips quirked up in a smirk. "I’m no samurai, but I can hold my own.”
He narrows his eyes and his tone holds a bit of disbelief. “What weapons can you use?"
"Longsword, shortsword, shield, halibard, bow,” you shrug, “I can use them all without hurting or making a fool of myself. I am most comfortable with a sword and board though."
"Sword… and board?"
"Shield. It’s what we call it when you fight with a sword and shield.”
Something glimmered in the depths of his eyes. “No one had tried? Does your prowess scare them, or are they not confident enough to try?"
You shrug. "I don’t know. I’ve heard ‘I don’t want to hurt you’ enough times that I’m not disappointed anymore.”
“Lass, if you challenge someone, you’re going to get hurt.”
“Masa, love hurts. Over the course of a lifetime together, you’re going to hurt each other. The difference between this and that is you can see these bruises. The question is the same: Are you strong enough to come back together after fighting and make it work? Are you strong enough to heal through the hurt and grow?”
Masa lifts your hand and places a kiss on the fingertips. His gaze meets yours with an intensity that steals your breath and you almost miss his next whisper. “I accept your challenge. Three days. In the training grounds.”
You nod mutely.
As you exhale your next breath, the door slides open. You raise your eyes to see Mitsuhide standing there. Something in your stare stops him a moment and he smiles.
“The mouse has teeth! Color me impressed.” He steps forward, leaning an odd looking item off to the side and begins to remove your forearm armor.
"You can hardly wield a tedate with that arm guard.” He interrupts.
His smile widens as mischief twinkles in his eyes. He uncovers the object he brought in, a rectangular shield with steel riveted to the front. "Your 'board’ my dear. I can hardly have you blocking Masa’s blows with your forearm the way Hideyoshi would.”
You heft the shield and let Mitsuhide set the straps. It still feels “different” but an excitement you didn’t realize you’d been missing flows through you.
“Now you’re ready, little mouse. Shall we face the dragon?"
Your answering grin nearly split your face.
The training grounds were surrounded by the lords and a few retainers. Ieyasu already had some tinctures and poultices set out. You stepped onto the training grounds and all eyes were on you on the opposite side of the sands in blue and gold armor, complete with crescent moon motif, stood the first man to meet your challenge. The only man who didn’t balk or give you platitudes when you voiced what it would take to win your heart. No matter what happened in the next few minutes, no matter who remained standing or lay in the dirt, you knew one thing for certain. Date Masamune knew he would leave you with bruises and he was strong enough to stay with you and grow while they healed.
I’m concerned when people seem to be incapable of conceiving that a character can have a good heart while occasionally being a jerk, selfish, hypocritical, unfair, unreasonable, hurtful, etc etc because last I checked, that’s what real people were like
“What this character did was problematic!”
“Ah yes…that was the point. People do problematic things.”
Haurchefant: I wasn’t THAT drunk last night.
Aymeric: You were flirting with WoL all night.
Haurchefant: So? They’re my beloved.
WoL: You asked me if I was single.
Estinien: And then you cried when they said they weren’t.
Thancred: So the incantation didn’t work.
Crystal Exarch: No.
Alisaie: And, the pleas for help didn’t work.
Crystal Exarch: Not at all.
Urianger: Did you try cryptically implying there was peril?
Crystal Exarch: Several times.
Alisaie: Guess we just cannot summon our friend to this Shard after all. All hope for the first is gone.
Y'shtola: …Perhaps not.
Urianger: Oh? Have an idea Master Matoya?
Y'shtola: Yes, but our friend has to be in his Black Mage aspect to pull it off.
Crystal Exarch: I am listening.
Y'shtola: Here is what you do.
*3 weeks later*
Crystal Exarch: Aeon Become Instant!
WoL: *appears in Leyline Circle drawn in chalk on the ground*
Crystal Exarch: I…can’t believe that worked.
Y'shtola: Oh yes, after watching our friend here for sometime. I found the easiest way to make them go anywhere is to draw a false Leyline Circle on the ground.
Alphinaud: That is genius and now we can hunt the Lightwardens.
Urianger: Not quite, be must now needst to get them to leave the Leyline.
Alisaie: No, small feat to be sure.
Thancred: Luckily me and the Exarch came up with a solution for that too. Minfilia, if you please.
Minfilia: *sets down a treasure box*
Thancred: *claps his hands as a ring of light appears near the door*
Minfilia: D…Duty Complete!
WoL: *moves out of the circle towards the chest*
Alisaie: This is…so stupid.
Elidibus in the Shadows next to Emet-Selch: QUICK WRITE THAT DOWN WRITE THAT DOWN!
“ganito talaga sa animation” = that’s just how it is in the animation industry
WELL I SAY THAT’S BULLSHIT EXPLOITATION
(link to the twitter thread: https://twitter.com/NegiKitsu/status/1175197791649509376 )
please help this spread. people need to know.
and you know what’s the fun part? a lot of Japanese and Korean studios outsource work to the Philippines, so a lot of the anime and cartoon shows we all love may have passed through the hands of Filipino animators at some point. i personally know some folks who’ve done work on One Piece, Star Vs The Forces of Evil, and Steven Universe, among many many other shows…. and how doing the thing they love for very little to no pay is destroying these artists.
Shit. Please call DOLE.
yall I want yall to never shut up about this cause artists and especially animators here are treated like shit
The problems of being a Fandom Elder: watching fandom terminology get misused
i will die on this hill
Ok, but at what point does this move from “the hill you’ll die on” to “stuck in the mud and refusing to acknowledge that language, including fandom terminology, is ever evolving and that sometimes meanings change”?
Because I have to be frank, you’ve been dying on this hill for well over a decade already.
How do I know that? Because someone came at me in 2005 for calling a 250 word fic a drabble. I was 13 and just accepted that I was using the wrong term because I wasn’t about to argue with someone providing polite feedback. But I had to have gotten the wrong meaning from somewhere.
At what point do we just accept that the meaning has evolved? When it’s already in common use with the more inclusive meaning? We passed that point long ago.
I roll my eyes any time I see drabble listed and then the word count is well over 100, but I still read it because even if they got the term wrong, what’s written is oh so right.
Heart of Steel Eyes of Fire
All eyes fell on Bedelia as light murmurs filled the room, a handful of words she caught connected to either talking about her hair or her scars. With a deep breath, she limped into the room, panic filling her as she saw that the suitcase she had abandoned during her failed escape attempt had been put in the direct center of the room for all to see.
“Bedelia!” boomed Nobunaga drawing her attention away from the fate sealing suitcase,” you’ve kept me waiting.”
Bedelia had barely gotten a half-hearted apology past her lips before he interrupted her “That strange case you brought with you. My soldiers have been unable to open it so you will do so now and remove the contents.”
His words left no room for questioning as dread filled her, her swords and armor for the Highland Games was in that container. Opening that case would mean almost certain death but refusing to open it would lead to the same fate, so like a prisoner being walked to the execution block, she shuffled painfully over to the suitcase and slowly opened it. Carefully she removed the plentiful and carefully wrapped bottles of bourbon and vodka that she so loved, resisting the urge to take a swig right then and there to ease her nerves. Instead, she lifted out the old and worn clothes out, plopping them down next to the alcohol. Then she slid her fingers into the tiny crack and removed the false bottom of the case, exposing her weapons, blacksmithing tools, and battle attire to the entire room.
A gasp filled the room followed by the metal shing of swords being pulled from their sheaths before she explain herself, Bedelia felt a cold and sharp metal blade being pressed against her neck, almost hard enough to draw blood but not quite.
She raised her hands slowly as she looked up at her attacker. Hideyoshi stood tall over her, fury shone brightly in his golden eyes as he glared down at her own smokey pair.
“HOW DARE YOU-” he began as the sword pressed harder into her neck blood finally beginning to flow onto her skin.
In an instant, the blade was pulled from her neck and Hideyoshi returned to his spot next to Nobunaga, his eyes drilling into her skull the entire time.
“Explain why you have this assortment of blades,” demanded Nobunaga, his hand clenched around his own sword, ready to slice her head off should Bedelia’s answer displease him.
Without even giving it as much as a second thought she blurted out “I’m just a blacksmith,” her voice shook, “nothing more nothing less.”
Her hands were still held aloft, careful to maintain her harmless appearance as much as possible.
A hearty chuckle left Nobunaga, the absurd thought of a female blacksmith amusing him, but even still the proof was there, right in front of him in the form of her calloused hands, tools, and wares.
“An odd occupation for a woman,” he began as Bedelia felt her blood begin to boil,” but nonetheless I see no flaw in your story. Return to your seat, I will address you again later.”
Surprise was not an emotion Bedelia experienced often as she was taken aback by Nobunaga’s acceptance of her lifestyle.
Still feeling Hideyoshi’s glare she returned to her spot beside Ieyasu, the blond man briefly eyeing her wound before returning his attention to Nobunaga upon the dais.
The meeting pressed forward, exhaustion seeping into Bedelia as her leg began to ache more, the pain just barely being outweighed by the fatigue she felt. She was even beginning to doze off when she heard Nobunaga call her forward once more. Tired and in pain she struggled to her feet and shambled to the center of the room again.
“Don’t just stand there, come here,” he beckoned her closer until she was less than a foot from him, “MacKay Bedelia, from now on you will reside in this castle and serve me.”
“I think I’ll pass, I’ve got a life of my own-” she began before being interrupted by him once more.
“None of that matters anymore, all you need to do is say yes,” he said, his condescending tone sending spikes of anger through her, her hands curling into fists so hard that had her nails been any longer, blood would have been drawn.
She knew his type, he would not stop would not relent until he ended up dead on the ground or he got his way and seeing that she would be struck down before she could even unsheathe any of the blades in her suitcase, Bedelia regrettably relented,” Fine, I’ll stay here.”
She swallowed her remaining pride, “What do you want me to do?”
His arm shot out, long fingers wrapping around her wrist and yanked her closer until his mouth was right next to her ear, “Stay by my side~” he purred out, his voice low and deep, barely above a whisper. His breath tickling the shell of her ear as she pulled her arm back, her leg finally giving out and she fell to the floor.
He chuckled before resuming his monologue,” You will be my lucky charm as I unify the nation, you will be treated and known as a princess of the Oda, and spend your days on makeup or cards, whatever pleases you.”
“I’m not fond of makeup and I’d prefer to do something more worthwhile than playing cards all damn day,” she replied, if she was going to be stuck here until the wormhole returned, she might as well work for her keep.
“Very well, you will act as chatelaine,” with a wave of his hand he dismissed not only her but the entire council, “Hideyoshi escort the princess to her room, play nice.”
His distaste for the new princess was written clearly on his face as he waited for Bedelia to limp her way over to him, only the briefest flashes of pity showing in response to her pain.
Once she had made her way over to him, they both acknowledged each other and he began to walk with her back to her room.
They were maybe halfway there when one final bolt of pain shot through her leg, sending her to the ground once more.
“Stupid fucking piece of shit, I shoulda cut you off back at the lake,” she grumbled angrily. The rebellious leg making it near impossible for her to get back up, the second her weight pressed into the stubborn limb it would give out again.
As if in panic she searched her work belt again and again for something, shaking the empty flask at her waist time.
Albeit reluctantly, Hideyoshi held out his hand, there was no way this was an act as Bedelia’s pain and anger were as authentic as it got.
“I don’t need your fucking help,” she bit back, finally rising shakily on her own.
“I’m perfectly fine on my own,” she punctuated each word with a step forward. Shocking Hideyoshi into silence with her resolve and her refusal of his help.
Soon but not as soon as Bedelia had hoped Hideyoshi dropped her off at her room, and after a, hopefully final, threatening glare, having left to attend to other matters.
At long last she was alone. As soon as the door was shut she collapsed onto her and hands and knees and crawled as fast as she could to her backpack, hurriedly searching through it for the cure to all her ails. Finally! She pulled out a bag of travel-sized bottles each with a clear liquid inside. She bit the top off the first bottle and quickly downed its contents, the vodka burning her throat but soothing the ache in her leg.
Three bottles later and the withdrawal pains that had been burning through her finally subsided. Despite having downed nearly 200 milliliters of the potent alcohol she was nowhere near tipsy, her tolerance for alcohol being the only thing higher than her tolerance for pain.
Partially satisfied and truly exhausted, Bedelia wrapped her hand around one of the many ridiculous ornaments entrapped in her fiery hair and pulled until it finally came out, long strands still clinging to the gaudy accessory as she flung it across the room. She repeated this process until her scalp was sore and her hair was messy and ornament free.
Now that she was truly satisfied she dragged herself to a corner of the ornate room and settled herself so she could sleep the way she always did, back to the wall and facing the door.
She slowly drifted off to sleep, body sagging as she gave in to her exhaustion. Her breathing evened out as she relaxed, her smokey greys now hidden behind tired lids.
A low shuffle sounded above her, not enough to awaken the slumbering blacksmith. What was enough to wake her was the low thump of a man landing on his feet. Angry to be awake, Bedelia swung her backpack at the man, barely missing him as he dodged just out of her wake.
“Bedelia its Sasuke,” he calmly said, as if he was used to being attacked by angry alcoholics. She stopped attacking him as he explained his reason for abandoning her in the forest.
“Whatever, what’s done is done, can you finish explaining now about the fucking wormholes?”
He nodded before launching back into explaining, finishing it up by warning her not to fall in love with any of the warlords, a sentiment she laughed off, and handing her a bag of smoke bombs and ground spikes. Leaping back into the ceiling once more when a knock followed by the sound of Hideyoshi’s voice sounded at the door.
“Bedelia, Nobunaga requests your presence for the coming battle,” Hideyoshi exclaimed bursting into her room now.
”Alright, when do we leave?”
She followed him to where Nobunaga and his troops were, handing her a horse of her own.
Three months, less than half the time of winter back home, three months and she’d be back there. She could do this, she had to do this.
She had no other choice.