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These are going in my comments since I don't want to waste featuring them.
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I like drawing, writing, knitting, crocheting...and a whole bunch of other hobbies that I can't really think of right now.
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I'm also a very big fan of well-written random crossovers.
They're just cool like that.
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The Fictional Complaints GroupAuthor’s note
I am very sorry for the time you will lose in reading the silliness contend in these three acts, not to mention the half-hearted quotes and the truly horrific parodies. Although entertaining and funny at times, it is essentially useless if one is looking to “broaden one’s mind”.
But if you are looking for a bit of mindless fun, and when I say mindless I mean it in every possible sense, then this scribble is for you!
And please remember this is a work of fiction. All names, places, events and characters are the product of the author’s imagination (or poached from a better author’s mind).
Any resemblance to actual characters, living or dead is entirely intentional.
Boromir, son of J.R.R. Tolkien, killed in start of the second book and the end of first movie
Eddard Stark, son of George R.R Martin, dead four episodes in if that!
Antonio from the Merchant of Venice, son of Shakespeare, didn’t die but p
Advice From An Editor's Daughter: Don't Do ThisMy Dad is a Freelance Editor and my mom’s a Librarian. I have pretty good intel on the “Do”s and “Don’t”s of the publishing world. Let me share some with you.
Show Don’t Tell
This is one of the most basic rules of writing, and one of the most forgotten. People spend paragraphs explaining something to their readers, when really they only need a couple sentences. For Gods sake people, don’t let your word count (or page count) control how much you want accomplished in a story.
Let’s say you want a character with a prosthetic limb (let’s say it’s one of their arms) to pick something up, but you specifically want them to pick it up with their normal limb. Don’t try to specially position your character to pick it up with that hand, or go out of your way to mention which hand they picked it up with. Just say that they picked it up, but then mention something about the makeup or the
Lucifer chatroom #1Chat room 1
FALLEN1 has logged on
Sexybadass has logged on
FALLEN1: Hello Maze
Sexybadass: Hey, what are you doing on here?
FALLEN1: I recently made an account, humans are so fascinating!
Sexybadass: Yeah, Chatting is pretty cool.
DetecitiveDecker has logged on
DetectiveDecker: Lucifer? What the hell are you doing on here?
FALLEN1: I’ve recently discovered the wonders of chat rooms
DetectiveDecker: Seriously? Aren’t we working a case? You’re supposed to be questioning
FALLEN1: I was then I got bored
Sexybadass: Is that really your screen name? So lame.
DetectiveDecker: Who is that?
DetectiveDecker: Of course it is, I need it to be conservative incase anyone from work sees it
Sexybadass: Boring! Here try this.
DetectiveDecker has changed her name to Hotblonde66
Hotblonde66: Seriously!! Did you just hack my account!?
Sexybadass: That or this would work to
Hotblonde66 has changed her name to Thingforthedevi
Regrowth part 2Fluttering his eyes open to the early morning twilight Lucifer realized he must have managed a few more hours of sleep after Chloe left. Groaning he pushed up until he could swing his legs over the edge of the bed, rubbing the back of his neck Lucifer’s wings arched up behind his back. Managing to get up Lucifer headed for the balcony where the slightly cooler early morning air felt refreshing as he lit a cigarette he’d grabbed from his bedside table on the way. Several minutes later Lucifer was lost in thought leaning on his forearms over the rod iron banister of the balcony, lit cigarette smoldering in one hand as he tried to come to terms with suddenly having his wings back something he honestly didn’t think would ever happen. The wounds where the wings erupted from his back had already healed thanks to the ever present healing factor but on the inside things were still mending, muscles and tendons that were not used to holding the weight of a pair of large feather
Piano lessonsWarmth was something LA residents weren’t strangers too however when you’re running around the entire city chasing bad guys it can get a little unbearable. Chloe radioed to the L.A.P.D central office that she was going to call it a day around 5pm to which they agreed, quickly turning off her radio Chloe was about to head home when she realized that she was near Lux. Tapping her fingers absently on the steering wheel Chloe drew her bottom lip between her teeth simply contemplating for a few minutes before turning the wheel into the back ally parking of Lux. People were already lining up around the front of Lux to await it’s opening in a short while this made Chloe reconsider for a moment as she thought perhaps Lucifer would be too busy to see her but ultimately Chloe decided to go inside. Chloe bypassed the main floor of Lux all together, heading up the elevator to Lucifer’s apartment although she thought that he might not be up there considering the party gettin
You are not authorized to use my artwork unless given permission to do so. I'm too lazy to add the CC on each of my deviations so I'm putting this here. You have now been officially told.
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