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[katarinazurar]

“you’re a writer, right?”

me, staring at the one sentence i’ve managed to add in the last hour and the 12 open tabs on the specifics of shoes in 1845 Ireland: In theory.

[dionysiaproductions]

[darksilvershadows36]

It was supposed to be a simple slowburn fic, why the fuck does my English Lit brain got to bring symbolism into it.

Not that I'm mad of course I just don't know why it does this sometimes. It does it a lot actually.

[luna-azzurra]

Responses to “why didn’t you tell me?”

(perfect for when your OC hid something Big and Emotional and now it’s all awkward and feelings are on the floor)

✧ "because I didn’t think you’d care."

✧ "because I barely admitted it to myself."

✧ "i was gonna... and then the moment passed... like three weeks ago."

✧ "because every time i almost did, i panicked and made a stupid joke instead."

✧ "it didn’t feel like something you’d want to know."

✧ "because i’m a professional at bottling things up until they explode spectacularly."

✧ "i figured if i kept quiet, it wouldn’t be real."

✧ "i was scared you’d look at me differently. and now you are."

✧ "because it was easier to lie than to see that look on your face."

✧ "i didn’t want to need you. still don’t."

✧ "because i didn’t want to ruin whatever this is."

✧ "because i’m tired of being the problem."

✧ "you were already dealing with so much. i didn’t want to be more weight."

✧ "i didn’t think i deserved to be honest with you."

✧ "because if i said it out loud, you might leave."

✧ "because i wanted to be someone you didn’t have to worry about."

✧ "because it’s not just about me. it never is."

✧ "you ever hold something in so long it becomes part of you? yeah. that."

✧ "because i didn’t know how to say it without falling apart."

[alivingtypo]

you can pry starting sentences with 'and' or 'but' out of my cold, dead hands

[mywrittenconfession]

Even if it’s bad writing! Write Anyway! Just keep writing or drawing or creating however you want! You don’t have to share it but someone will probably enjoy your art!! Dooo iiit!

[akwardsilince]

Person A: "Why did you help me?"

Person B: "Short-term investment."

Person A: "Short-term??"

Person B: "Don't worry about it."

[littlemeh7]

*appears* hey you. Yeah, you. write the fic *disappears*

[1one2two3three4four]

I cannot stress this enough: YOU DONT NEED TO WRITE CHRONOLOGICALLY JUST GET IT DOWN!!

[kanescrochet]

The rain hadn’t let up all morning, soaking the field behind the safe house into a muddy swamp. Simon’s boots were caked in it, pacing in wide circles, lips pressed into a flat, grim line. He’d been quiet for hours—more than usual—and that silence weighed heavier than the clouds overhead.

His dog, Riley, had slipped out sometime during the night. No barking, no scratching at the door. Just gone.

You’d never seen Ghost rattled like this.

“Still nothing?” you asked gently, your own coat drenched.

He barely glanced over his shoulder. “Checked the barn. West fence too.”

“You think someone took him?”

“If they did, they’ll wish they hadn’t.”

His voice was low, dangerous. But it trembled at the edges. You hated seeing him like this—tense, wound-up, fists clenched like he was fighting not to fall apart.

You bit your lip. “I’ll check by the old creekbed. He might’ve wandered for shelter.”

Ghost didn’t argue. He just nodded once, like he was starting to lose hope.

---

You found Riley curled up in the hollow of an old tree stump, shivering but alive. Mud streaked his golden fur, and he whined softly when he saw you—tail thumping weakly.

“Oh my God, baby,” you breathed, dropping to your knees. “There you are…”

The dog nudged your face, whining again as if apologizing. You tugged off your hoodie, wrapping it around him.

“Simon’s losing his mind out here,” you murmured, cradling Riley’s scruff. “Let’s get you home.”

---

When you returned through the treeline, Ghost spotted you instantly. His eyes locked not on you, but on the bundle in your arms.

He didn’t run—of course he didn’t. But the way he moved toward you was quick, desperate, as close to frantic as you’d ever seen.

“Riley…” he said hoarsely, crouching as you knelt and set the dog down.

Riley barked, weak but eager, tail wagging like mad as Simon dropped his gloves and cupped the dog’s face in both hands.

“You stupid mutt,” he muttered thickly, forehead pressed to Riley’s. “Thought I lost you.”

You stood back, watching the reunion. Ghost was silent again—but now it was the kind of silence that filled the air with warmth, not dread.

After a while, he turned to you.

“You found him.”

You shrugged, wiping rain from your lashes. “He was hiding in a stump. Guess even tough guys need naps.”

A flicker of something passed over his face. Relief. Gratitude. Something unspoken.

Then—unexpectedly—he pulled you into his arms.

Soaking wet. Cold. Still muddy.

And yet he held you like you were the only thing keeping him grounded.

“Thank you,” he murmured near your ear.

You smiled against his chest. “Anytime, Lieutenant.”

[dionysiaproductions]

[telltaletypist]

hey everypony! i just made a visual novel for the Toxic Yuri Game Jam

go check it out it's free and short and i spent a month and a half on it

[haru-kuneko]

Also me: Uhh ... Does publishing on Wattpad count? I published my first book (on Wattpad) right after college and am now almost 30.

Anxiety: Ok ... Then, why haven't you been married and earning millions like your classmate ...

Me: HUSH-SHUSH!

Anxiety: You're almost 30 and haven't published a single book. You wasted your chance to become a successful author!

Me: Stan Lee created Spider-Man at age 40. George R. R. Martin wrote A Game of Thrones at age 48.

Anxiety: Oh fuck nvm you do you, king.

[luna-azzurra]

Romantic Dialogue Prompts

✦ You smiled and I forgot how to breathe, like a goddamn cliché.

✦ I kept waiting for you to stop choosing me. You didn’t, and that’s what fucking scared me.

✦ Every time you touched me, it felt like someone turned the volume back on in my life.

✦ You made me want things I told myself I’d never deserve.

✦ I didn’t know someone could feel like a safe place until you did.

✦ You kissed me like you’d done it in another lifetime.

✦ You looked at me like I was a miracle. I wish I believed you.

✦ I didn’t know it was possible to miss someone while they were holding your hand.

✦ You were the calm in my storm and sometimes the storm itself.

✦ I think my heart knew you before I did.

✦ You didn’t save me. But you gave me a reason to save myself.

✦ Loving you wasn’t easy. But it was the only thing that ever felt right.

✦ If this isn’t love, then what the hell have I been bleeding for?

[bl-mitchum]

I’ve been trying to discover my ideal writing time. That time of the day that I have the most creative energy. And I’ve found it and it’s wildly inconvenient. What on earth do you *mean* it’s at 9pm!?