Cute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Yuzu looks so great!

This month probably will have a new citrus+ chapter ❤️

Cover from the new chapter! Will be released May 17th

THATS SO CUTE

Okay, now I’m prepared to study! xD

Perfect!

Yuzu is so cute!!!!!

OMFG ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Volume One of citrus plus

I don’t have words to explain what I’m feeling now ❤️

The best pic of my tattoo :3 I know you already saw this but I want to show again T-T

This month won’t have a new chapter too… SaburoUta said on twitter :(

My new tattoo, I did it today on Mei Bday <3 I’m really happy hahahaha on the picture it’s my instagram, there’s a video finishing the tattoo ^^

New Chapter!

Fic: Not Broken, Just Bent

Rating (Overall): Mature

Pairings: Sans/Reader, Sans/Sans, Bad Sans Poly, Bad Sans Poly with Reader

Lost & Found

Pre-Addison. After a frantic search across the multiverse for their missing partner, the gang discover Cross in The White Void, and Nightmare uncovers a new facet of his brother’s power.

Chapter Tags: Near-death condition, reference to torture, disassociation, panic attack and sensory-overload.

Read It On AO3!

writing-with-melon:

Should I post my newest absolute garbage first draft unedited chapters? No.Am I going to anyway? Yes. Absolutely!

Here they are: 

Wollstonecraft Chapters 7 & 8

(i’m holding off on posting them on tumblr for now)

Wattpad7&8
AO37&8

tags under the cut

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yanssiewriting:

How Long Should A Chapter Be?

If you scroll through my blog long enough, you’ll find that I’ve rebloged and/or have said something about how long a chapter should be. Though I don’t entirely disagree with what I’ve posted before, I think I need to make something clear.

DISCLAIMER: I am not a professional. I don’t have any traditionally published works (one day I will, hopefully), and I don’t have the experience of a pro. I am just an eager learner online sharing what I know and have recently learned. Corrections, suggestions, and constructive criticism are welcome.

Your word count per chapter isn’t thatimportant.

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How Long Should A Chapter Be?

If you scroll through my blog long enough, you’ll find that I’ve rebloged and/or have said something about how long a chapter should be. Though I don’t entirely disagree with what I’ve posted before, I think I need to make something clear.

DISCLAIMER: I am not a professional. I don’t have any traditionally published works (one day I will, hopefully), and I don’t have the experience of a pro. I am just an eager learner online sharing what I know and have recently learned. Corrections, suggestions, and constructive criticism are welcome.

Your word count per chapter isn’t thatimportant.

Sure, most publishing houses in the industry have preferences on how many words you can fit in a book, but you don’t need to be strict on yourself with the numbers.

I have read books with chapters as long as 20+ pages andas short as 2 pages. In the same book, okay?

Your chapters don’t need to have a specific word count as long as you’re telling the story.

You can have one chapter with 3000 words, but so much stuff happens that you might as well cut it up into smaller parts that are easier to digest. You can also have a chapter with more than 3000 words, more than 5000 even, and it still feels like 1 solid part.

But don’t think how much you say doesn’t matter. It does. But how much you say andhow much happens are equally important.

You can say a lot about a small event. You can describe sensations, the way someone blinked then turned away, the way you caught your friend staring at you, the way your teacher stuttered and almost failed to save face, etc. Even if they’re short-lived and can only realistically happen in a second, as a writer, you can prolong that second by saying more. When you say more, the reader reads more. Thus, making the experience slower.

The opposite can be done with less description. If you want something to feel faster, explain less. Instead of writing a paragraph about a single action, limit your descriptors. That way, you’ll fit more actions in fewer words and in less time.

But slow doesn’t mean bad. Neither does fast.

It all depends on the scene.

What you say and how much you say should depend on how you want the reader to feel…how you want them to experience it. If it’s a fight scene with a lot of actions, and you want your reader to feel how quick your antagonist’s moves are, talk less. Show more.

But if you want time to slow down for them, make use of the character’s voice. Give them an opinion to share. Make your readers experience the frozen moment with your character. Describe the feeling of what is happening rather than just the initial event.

But if you’re as stubborn as I am, and you still want a specific number, google the average word count of a chapter within the genre you’re writing (also include the ideal length of the overall work: novella, novel, etc.).

According to wordcounter.net, the general guideline is 3000 to 5000 words per chapter. But really, it’s just a guideline.

“…chapter length should be defined by the story and that any chapter length targets you decide on are merely guidelines.”

What I learned online is that even chapters, the bricks you use to build the story, could have structure. In my opinion, if you can take the extra time to thoroughly build the structure of your chapters, please do. It’ll make it better in the long run.

But if you’re (still) as stubborn as I am, just make sure it has a BEGINNING, MIDDLE, & END.

You can start a chapter exactly in the middle of an action. That’s fine. For as long as that action/event is something that leadsto the main focus of the chapter. By all means, skip the idle scenes that give no meaning and serve no use to the story. But you don’t want your reader missing out on crucial details.

The chapter has to begin somewhere, lead to an important question/task/mission/whatever in the middle, and a solution (at least a half solution) - plus another question to keep your readers reading - in the end.

Remember, your word count doesn’t tell you whether you have a good story or not. It just says how long the story actually is. Just as a 15-minute Taylor Swift short film can make you cry and a 2-hour action movie can feel like it’s only been 10 minutes, stories consisting of 1k to 100k words rely on meaning, emotion, passion, and purpose to have value.

Thanks so much for reading! I hope this helped you at least a little. I’m open to suggestions, tips, submissions, corrections, and constructive criticism. Just send me an ask, submit or hit the DMs <3

My dear friends,

it’s been so long ago since I last updated my current fanfiction.

Let me tell you why: My mother spent 60 days in hospital and 30 days in rehabilitation. She suffers from a severe liver cirrhosis due to a hepatitis she had as a child.

I visited her every single day and sat at her bedside. The doctors in my hometwon gave her 2-3 more days before she would die and my father and I were able to get her to a better hospital just in time, where she slowly made progress. It was terrible to see how my mother was feeling bad and she could hardly do anything on her own anymore. But now she is feeling much better, she is walking again without aids and has regained some courage. Nevertheless, she is on the waiting list for a liver transplant and I am in the test phase to see if I am a suitable donor. That’s why I was hardly ever active online, but that should change now, because I still love Team Rocket, there were simply more important things in the last three months. I hope you understand. Thank you!

Now, enjoy the new chapter!

«What’s the story with Mew?” Ash spoke up. Jessie and James exchanged meaningful glances. They weren’t sure if they were allowed to talk about a top-secret project of Team Rocket. After all, they would pass on confidential data to third parties and thus risk their jobs. On the other hand, they had long since gambled away another pardon from their boss.

“Go ahead!” Jessie let James go first. He cleared his throat, still not sure if he would enter forbidden territory.

”Giovanni has been working for years on his so-called Mew project. The goal is to find clues and possible whereabouts of this legendary Pokémon. To do this, they interview dozens of people to find out more and get to the bottom of Mew. Anyone who is questioned in a lengthy interrogation is then arrested and shipped off, because they don’t want important information to leak out. Only a few know the exact whereabouts of the deportees and the rumors and stories circulating about them make your blood run cold.” Team Rocket felt in error. The disclosure of such important information would have an aftermath.

Misty could not believe that there was a faint hope of finding her parents alive. “Where are the deportees taken to?” she wanted to know. Jessie and James were humming and hawing, they didn’t want to get more involved. Slowly, Misty’s patience tore. “Come on, guys! You know exactly where my parents could be! So pull yourself together and do the right thing for once” she demanded.

James sighed. “To find them we would have to break into the main base on a pretty deserted island that is not easy to reach. It is surrounded by high fences with barbed wire. Surveillance cameras have been installed everywhere. They can control every single spot on the island, stop intruders and lock them away. It won’t be easy” he explained.

“Why would you break into the main base? You guys work for Giovanni. Don’t you have a member card or something?” Ash thought there something fishy about the whole story.

“Sure we would! But we’ve been suspended, because apparently, I screwed up!” Jessie threw an angry look at James.
“Please, stop arguing now! There are more important things right now. For once, can you help us and bring us to this island? I’d be much obliged” Misty did not ask for much. She clung to the last straw of her almost extinguished hope.

Team Rocket turned their backs on them. “Brief review of the situation” Meowth whispered. “Should we help them or should we let them fidget?” Jessie and James considered their options.
“The twerpette is looking for her mother, I can understand how it feels to be completely alone in the world, this loneliness can seriously drive you crazy. On the other hand, we have been suspended and another faux pas is out of question. We would have to be even more careful and rely entirely on our spying techniques. Do you think we could bring them in?” Jessie looked into the round. James nodded. “We have already mastered many hurdles. Just think of the Training Days many years ago. We were so inexperienced and green behind the ears, but we still passed with flying colors. Over the years we have acquired innumerable distractions, we can make ourselves practically invisible and nobody would notice that we are sneaking into the taboo area. Maybe we should risk it and should we finally loose our jobs, yes then you know my answer, then we will build up our own business.” He smiled gently but could not win Jessie over yet. They turned around. “We’re going to help you!”

“So is there a truce between us?” Ash asked. “For now,” Jessie shook his hand.

Team Rocket led the young students towards the harbor. There they would board a Rocket transport vehicle disguised as a cruise ship. They took two cabins and would only talk to each other under certain circumstances and when it was really necessary. They were not allowed to attract attention, but Jessie, James and Meowth had some costumes in their luggage that would help to hide their identity.

When Misty, Ash and Brock headed for the dining hall in the early evening, they were welcomed by a brightly lit room. The smell of delicious food wafted towards them, so that their mouths watered. They sat down at a round table a little aside and waited for the promised welcome drink. At the piano, the entertainer showed his talent and invited guests who had already dined to a slow waltz accompanied by violins. Nothing reminded of an undercover mission of Team Rocket. The guests chatted and enjoyed themselves, food was brought on silver trays. Men and women were treated to the most delicious meat and fish dishes they could find on the menu.
“Are they serious?” Misty had to refrain from laughing when she discovered Jessie, James and Meowth in their seemingly unremarkable disguise. Jessie and James were dressed as if they came from a Puritan village. Meowth sucked on a pacifier and had a bib on. Ash rolled his eyes. “So much for not attracting attention!” They laughed.

For James the evening went on endlessly. No matter what Jessie was wearing, he could never take his eyes off her. She was a real beauty, even in rags and he was an absolute fool for having missed the chance. Jessie hardly paid any attention to him but stared at the dance floor and the many happy couples, who seemed so carefree. At some point, James could no longer stand the tense atmosphere and left the dining hall under the pretext that he needed some fresh air.

James reproached himself terribly. How could he deceive Jessie like that and put all the blame on her? He was pathetic and a real comrade pig. He had let her down several times before, but this time he had really screwed up. She was hurt and angry and wouldn’t forgive him so easily, even though he had saved her from the ghost Pokémon. It was up to him to smooth things over.

A fresh sea breeze blew through his lavender locks. From far away he could see the harbor of the forbidden island. Each time, it reminded him of the time in Maiden’s Peak, where Jessie had for the first time indirectly admitted that feelings were involved in her rescue operation. James had been obsessed with this deceased beauty and he and Brock almost fell victim to a joking Gastly. James enjoyed reminiscing about their time in Kanto. They were still young and wild and had their whole life as beginner criminals ahead of them. He and Jessie had spent so many nights together, talking, laughing, and sometimes even crying when the situation was simply overwhelming. He found comfort in her and was able to unload his whole burden of the past on her. She listened patiently and could understand only too well how a messed-up childhood made them both what they are today. They were so similar, they simply belonged together, and James wished with all his heart that this strong bond between them would be reborn.

“Am I disturbing you?” Brock had approached him. “There’s quite a lot of air between you and Jessie, right?” James nodded his head but remained silent. “I don’t want to interfere with you too much, just this much: you two are meant for each other. I understood that already as a teenager. You were an unbeatable team, you supported each other and even if you got into each other’s hair, the waves were soon smoothed out. You won’t believe how much I wanted such a relationship back then. You are one heart and soul, and nothing can separate you, not even a stupid argument over trivialities. Tell her how you feel, tell her that you’re sorry and tell her better too early than too late. Please, don’t loose her, you guys are a perfect match!” With these words Brock turned away and left James standing at the railing. “Thank you” the Team Rocket agent muttered and took new courage.

Just as he was about to turn around, Jessie came towards him. It was time to ask her for forgiveness. His breath stopped, he was so nervous. “Jessie, can we talk?” A gentle smile played around her lips, but she shook her head. “Not yet.”

Hey my friends, I’m back…with a new chapter of my current fanfiction “Viridian Love Story”.

How’s everyone?

Please, enjoy!


Chapter 6: The necklace

«What’s wrong with her?» James couldn’t understand her reaction. They had been on a razor’s edge, were able to talk their heads off, so that Giovanni merely condemned them to a suspension, no reason for pessimism. Meowth shook his head, landing on James’ shoulder in one bound.
«Yous put all the blame on her, she had to take the rap for the mess all three of us have made. Yous betrayed her trust. If I were her, I’d be miffed, too. Of course our Jessie can be moody, but this time I understand her completely. She’s bailed you out so many times. Saved you from love-struck spirits and spared no effort to accept you as you are, in your very wretched way. Good luck in your attempt to rebuild that trust.»
Meowth jumped off James’ shoulder to leave him alone with his thoughts. James was thunderstruck. Only now did scales fall from his eyes. This woman had saved his life several times. She got him out of his personal prison. She taught him to laugh and feel joy again. She brought him out of the deepest and darkest holes without asking much in return. He had more than lost her trust. He had, so to speak, thrown her to the dogs and laid the burden of guilt on her. His remorse seemed to overwhelm him. James had to save their friendship or what was left of it.

Misty ran through the deserted corridors, desperately looking for Jessie. The Team Rocket member may have answers to her burning questions. Where did Jessie get that necklace? Did she know Misty’s mother? Were Misty’s parents still alive? Ash came towards her. He seemed to be completely agitated, as if he had spent the last few hours trying to sort out his feelings.

«There you are, Misty! I have something important to tell you. I think I’m in love with you. When I was a child I couldn’t imagine being your boyfriend, but now, soon grown up and more mature behind the ears, I would like to ask you to join me, this time as my girlfriend»

He blushed to the roots of his hair, but he had not expected this answer.
«That’s all well and good, Ash. I’m glad you like me. But can we do this another time? I’m in a hurry,» she scurried off, without giving him another glance.

Jessie took a break at a small stream not far from the campus. She tried to swallow all her anger, she tried to hold back tears of disappointment. How could she have been so wrong about James? Through thick and thin from here to eternity? His promise sounded like a tasteless joke. He had betrayed her all along the line. Angrily, she wiped the hot tears from her face. She wanted to shout out her despair into the world, but humiliation stifled her voice. She listened to the quiet murmur of the stream, completely lost in thought and far from a brutal reality.
«Jessie!» A faint voice caught her attention. It wasn’t James who called her.
« Jessie ! Here you are» Jessie could make out the outlines of a young woman in the dark.
«What do you want, twerp?»
Misty approached the Team Rocket member, kneeled down next to her and let a gush of questions rain down on her.
«Jessie! I need to know! Where did you get that necklace? Who gave it to you? What do you know about it ? » Jessie rolled her eyes in annoyance. Was a little privacy too much to ask for?
«That’s none of your business, kid! Besides, since when is a frumpy girl like you interested in jewelry?» She grinned at Misty dismissively.
«Jessie, it’s really important! Listen to me! This necklace belonged to my mother. I need to know where you found it, where you stole it ! » Slowly but surely, Misty got impatient. How could someone be so cold and not show any empathy?
«Don’t you understand? I need to find my family and this necklace is the first clue in years, please, Jessie» Misty desperatley tried to squeeze some words out of Jessie, but she stubbornly resisted. «Family is overrated, kid» Jessie turned to leave, but Misty held her back.
« Don’t you have someone you care about, Jessie? Someone you love and need in your life ? Someone you’d miss if they were gone?» There was a shred of feeling in every person, even in a lunatic woman like Jessie. The Team Rocket member paused and thought about Misty’s words. James had once been everything to her, the faithful man at her side, but this picture was more than shattered.
«No, I don’t!» Jessie tore loose from Misty’s grip and ran further into the thicket of the forest. «Jessie, wait!» Misty followed her into the deep woods. They wandered around aimlessly, got lost in the pitch black night and didn’t realize that they had long since strayed off the marked path. The lurking ghost Pokémon were already looking forward to their new loot.

«I don’t know where she is, Meowth!» Hoping to settle the dispute, James had set out to find his friend. He and Meowth searched every corner of the university, looked in every single room, but found nothing. She dropped off the face of the earth, no trace of Jessie. Shortly thereafter, the Team Rocket agents could hear familiar voices calling through the night. Armed with flashlights, Ash and Brock searched the campus, until they ran into old acquaintances.
«Team Rocket! What are you up to again? Where’s Misty? Tell us, right now!» Ash was beside himself with worry. Who else could be responsible for Misty’s disappearance than this thieving gang up to no good?
«We could ask you the same thing! Have you seen Jessie ? » James took a step towards the young students, but before he could add anything, a shrill scream broke the silence.
« Jessie ! » James exclaimed. « Misty ! » Ash ran for the exit.
« We need to find them, they might be in danger!» James’ heart was beating out of his chest. He did not want to imagine that Jessie had put herself in danger because of his rotten behaviour. All four of them followed the blood curdling screams deep into the forest, stumbling over roots, sinking up to their knees into bog pools. But nothing and nobody could stop them, her friends were in trouble.«Help us!» Misty’s cry for help echoed throught the night. «Somebody, please!» Jessie’s voice broke. Only a short time later, Ash, Brock, James and Meowth reached a clearing at the end of the forest. The sight they saw made their blood freeze in their veins. There were Misty and Jessie, chained together by invisible forces, surrouned by a horde of Gastlys, Haunters and Gengars who danced around their victims in a trance-like state.
« It’s all my fault,» James sank to the floor.
«No time for self-pity, James!» Brock reached out his hand and helped James to his feet. The ghost Pokémon swayed up and down areound their prey, laughing in the face of their fear.
«How can we get them out? Ghost Pokémon are almost invulnerable, we need a diversion» Ash said and looked around in the forest for a way to attract the attention of the spookables. The spirits screamed and mimicked the cries for help of their victims. Jessie tried to free herself from the bonds, but failed miserably. James could no longer watch this grotesque spectacle. He threw himself into the fray without thinking.
« James, no ! » Brock wanted to hold him back, but too late. He waded through the sea of purple lights, struggled to make his way forward and was attacked by the ghost Pokémon. They tried to lick his face, they gave him shadow punches, they wanted to get rid of him by all means, but despite the immense pain James was in, he was completely focused on his goal.
«He won’t survive» Ash and Brock could only stand by and watch James’ rescue attempt. James fought on, soon he would reach the center of the ectoplasm. All he had to do was reach out for Jessie, untie her, and carry her out. The gruesome Pokémon used Destiny Bond to make him faint, but James held out, ducked and dodged their attacks. Ash had to rush to his aid. He ordered Pikachu to send in a massive thunder shock, hoping to at least distract the spirits, if not paralize them. Only a few inches separated James from Misty, he could almost touch her fingers. The thunderclap had thrown the ghost Pokémon out of concentration, the bonds were loosened for a split second. James grabbed Misty and pulled her to him. Ash crawled to them and dragged her out of the crossfire. Jessie was still lying there, surrounded by the ghostly creatures who wanted to harm her, since she had entered their territory unauthorized and disturbed their peace. Gengar formed a big black spookball, ready to fire it at Jessie, but James got in his way. He covered Jessie’s body and intercepted the attack. Another thunderclap cut through the night. The ghost Pokémon felt threatened and slowly fled away. What was left behind were Jessie and James, huddled and staring in fear. James coughed and spluttered. «I’m fine» he whispered. Jessie took a deep breath. They had barely escapted their end.
«What brought your here?» Brock wanted to know. Misty was shaking all over.
«I wanted answers. The necklace that Jessie weares belonged to my mother. So where did you get it?» Jessie looked at James questioningly.
«Tell them, James. You gave it to me years ago in Kalos . » You could tell that James was very uncomfortable talking about it.
« Well, I got it from the treasure trove at Team Rocket Headquarters». Jessie snorted contemptuously. «Is that what I’m worth to you?» Misty interrupted them.
«How did that necklace get into the treasure trove? Why do you keep civilian items in it ? «
James shied away from an answer.
« Well, all belongings and valuables are taken from people who might have information about Mew. Their belongings will be taken away before they’re sent for interrogation and subsequent deportation.» Misty’s eyes widened. «Does that mean my mother could still be alive?»

Clarity:

She went all the way to the store by the way of a car in which she had just purchased. ✖️

Vs.

She went to the store in a car she had just purchased. ✔️

He very much loved the sounds that the cars made as they made their way passed his house at a very fast pace.✖️

Vs.

He loved the cars’ sounds as they quickly passed his house. ✔️

▪️Avoid run on sentences:

He bought a dog from the shelter because he wanted to give a homeless dog a nice new home and that made him feel like a good person. ✖️

Vs.

He bought a dog from the shelter because he wanted to give a homeless dog a nice new home. This made him feel like a good person.

▪️Cut out “was” when possible:

Courtney was smiling. ✖️

Vs.

Courtney smiled. ✔️

▪️Try using one sentace paragraphs:

She liked how the rain felt on her bare skin.

So, she chose to walk home, her feet crashing through puddles.

It took longer than it would have in a car.

But she didn’t regret it.

▪️Try shorter sentences:

Ann’s heart felt sad.

She didn’t know what had caused it.

All she knew was that she woke up one morning feeling sad.

▪️Be conside:

I like carrots. Carrots are better than broccoli.✖️

Vs.

I like carrots better than broccoli. ✔️

▪️Be Specific:

She ate a snack.✖️

Vs.

She ate peanut butter crackers. ✔️

She went out for entertainment.✖️

Vs.

She went to the theater.✔️

▪️Paint pictures:

The sun was yellow. The sky was blue.✖️

Vs.

The sky was a blanket of gold, fluttering through the pale blue. ✔️

▪️Express don’t impress:

Scintillating gold fulgrated across the sphere it was a quintessential evening.✖️

Vs.

Sparkling gold mixed through the navy sky. It was the perfect evening. ✔️

Best Writing Tip EVER:

• If it’s boring to you, it’s boring to your reader.

Otherbest writing Tips:

▪️Write what you love

▪️throw away guidelines (if you want to write about a character that passes out every five seconds for no reason, GO FOR IT)

▪️stop writing for other people

▪️stop worrying ☺️

▪️fall in love with your story, characters, and setting

▪️allow writing to be fun again

▪️don’t write for money, popularity, or anything other than YOU (you’re not an accountant, you’re a writer! But if money follows your passion, yay you!)

Questions to ask yourself:

If bores me, why am I writing it?

What do I love? Hobbies, places, food, subjects, events, eras, etc.

What do I not love? Don’t write it.

What do I know? Homeschooling, raising animals, career, art, cleaning houses. (You’d be surprised what others don’t know and how interested they would be to just read about a character that mops floors for a living )

Am I writing about a subject I’m unfamiliar with?

Do I love my book?

Does my book excite me?

Do I love my characters?

What books do I like to read?

Testimony:

Once upon a time, a writer that loved to write couldn’t write any more.

She tried everything in her power but ended up hating her book just as much as a runny nose and sore throat.

She wondered why this had happened to her.

She realized she had been writing for others, what she thought they wanted and liked.

But in reality, her stories were boring like watching rain out the window.

Especially to her.

So she decided to take a break from internet writing and wrote a private story for herself.

She quickly realized she had never lost her writing gift and she felt so happy that she finished an entire novel and published it.

Many people loved and commented on her book, telling her it was the best book she had ever written.

Now she realized that her own passions also interested others so she kept writing for herself. And others enjoyed it, too!

Now she writes for a living, it’s not boring, and she has fun everyday.

Theend.

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