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Rise Above
At 23, tattoo artist Tris Prior tries to find her place in the world. Single and alone in a new city, she only has herself and her job. Will the handsome stranger who shared her table have all the answers? Or will Tris quickly realize she isn't the only one lost on her journey? One thing she knows for sure is that fate has a sense of humor.
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Trying to find beta readers like: ‘Hey, does anyone want to read my story and judge my life choices based on it?’ Bonus points if you can handle my plot twists and my desperate need for validation!”
Why is finding a beta so hard 😭
Fanfic writers are like crows. If you give them treats (comments) they will bring you shiny things (fanfic)
The devastating difference between how much time it takes to write something vs how fast people read it lol
ISO DIVERGENT FAN FICTION
DOES ANYONE WRITE DIVERGENT FAN FICTION ANYMORE? I'M STRESSING AND NEED COMFORT IN OLD COPING METHODS.
I may be working on something 👀
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So a while back I saw this headcannon that although Four was born Abnegation he had to have picked some Dauntless traits when he transferred there, even though he hated it there before Tris came along.
AND AN IDEA WAS BORN
Yes, and I shall write about it, not because I have nothing to do, but because I have nothing to do.
I wanted to give them a chance to be a normal couple before Divergent’s Armageddon at the end of the first book, so this takes place three-four months after Tris completes her final test and they were a normal couple for a while.
Headcanon credits to @fouriis and I hope this is the correct account?
*mini-drabble of app. 500 words*
OOO
There are some times when you know you’ve fucked up.
There’s always this inner feeling, but it takes a while sometimes to really get that gut feeling.
Like today, for example.
Tris and I stand here in my room, me staring at her hands as she waves them around because I have nothing else to do while Tris yells at me.
“—therefore you should have told me, because I am also a part of this faction—”
“You were injured, what the hell was I supposed to do—”
“I got better two days ago!” she screeches. “It was a cut on my shoulder! I’m fine!”
“You're clearly not fine, because I still see you wincing when you move it. And Tori said you were supposed to stay in bed for a week so that she could make sure it didn’t get infected.”
“I need to practice, we know that Eric and Max are up to something. Even Cristina noticed that my knife throwing skills were a bit off lately, I need to practice, Tobias, why can't you see that—”
“They’re knives, baby, you need an incredible amount of precision in your back muscles to hit the target, and you're clearly not doing well on that front.”
“That’s not the damn point, Tobias, I could have just watched—did you just call me baby?”
I freeze. I try to open my mouth. Nothing comes out.
Stupid Dauntless.
I came first in my rankings during Initiation and I cannot respond to a simple question.
Tris is still staring at me with the same furious expression on her face, but some of it has been diluted with amusement.
“I—yes?” I try.
She cocks a brow, gives me a once-over and nods. “Keep calling me that,” she says, then walks out, not before sticking her head back into my room. “We’re still not done discussing this.”
I accidentally walk into a wall when she leaves.
Don't you just love when sharing a table at a coffee shop turns into letting her tattoo your back and falling in love?
