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Looking to follow more writeblrs

My dash has been full of non-writing content lately, so I’m looking for more writeblrs to follow!

If you post mainly writing content, please reblog this so I can come check you out :) 

Bonus points if you can recommend me your favorite writeblr to follow as well!!

You don’t have to follow me, but I’m also always looking for more mutuals to love and support!

Mutuals I would love and appreciate a signal boost and a recc!

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Chapter 5

(Look I will add a chapter name later) 

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When Nick awoke he was groggy and blinked a few times. He had the most pressing headache as he slowly sat up and went to stretch but saw his hands were zip-tied. For a moment he almost forgot the predicament he was in and panic flooded over him once more. He looked around and saw the short red haired woman he saw before in the room. She regarded Nick with a simple glance and went back to talking on her cell phone.

Nick paid no attention to the conversation she was having as he looked over his surroundings. He was in a room that looked to be a living room. Despite the ties Nick was not restrained down in any way but he dared not make a move in front of this woman seeing as she was obviously not a human as he understood from their meeting. His mind briefly went to Dimitri and their daughter Delilah and his heart sunk thinking about the worry they must have been going through now. He only hoped that Dimitri was not doing any stupid in his worry as his husbanded tended to be drastic like that. As much as he could with tied hands, he felt his pockets trying to see what he had left. He could feel the shape of his wallet but his phone seemed to be no where on his person. He sighed, even know a missing phone was the least of his worries right now. Nick most likely was nearly a foot taller than the woman but after what happened last night, he knew she was more fearsome than she looked and also not human.

The opening of a door grabbed his attention and he looked to see a tall but thin man walk in. He was likely taller than Nick, black hair peaked out of a simple newsboy style cap and he wore a black trench coat. Following the man was another woman who had long black hair. Nick sensed the same usual energy from the red headed woman from these new people as well. The two newcomers seemed to ignore Nick as they entered, rather looking at the redhead.

“Watch him, I’m going out.” The red headed woman said looking at Nick briefly and then back to the man.

Nick looked away, avoiding her gaze. She left the room and closed the door behind her. The man walked over to him and crouched down to a squat so he could be at more of Nick’s level. Nick was breathing heavy with panic trying to gauge the man’s expression.

“What’s your name?” The man asked. He sounded casual despite the situation.

At first he did not want to tell him his real name but then he remembered reading something about victims have a higher chance of living if they start talking about themselves. It was something about how the captor will remember that the person they are harming is a real person like them, but would the same concept even work on a demon?

“N-Nick Golden.” He mumbled out.

The man smiled. “Beelzebulb… I would shake your hand but,” He looked down at Nick’s tied hands and shrugged.

“Beelzebulb as, as in Luci-” Nick started but he cut him off.

“Lucifer? No, we’re two totally different people.” His tone turned as if he was angered that Nick compared him to to Lucifer.

“Oh sorry.” Nick said awkwardly. During this time he completely forgot about what the other woman was doing. She seemed to be simply sitting on the couch flipping the channels on the tv. “My girlfriend, Ingrid.” Beelzebulb as if he was reading his thoughts. He stood up and walked to Ingrid, leaving Nick. He watched as the two sat on the couch, conversing with each other but he did not pay any attention to his captors.

The sound of shouting and fighting came from the other side of the door. Beelzebulb sighed, annoyed and walked over the door. “What now?” He muttered.

Fear spread through Nick again, only forced to sit and watch would happen next. He watched the door nervously and Beelzebulb was about to turn the handle when the door busted open. Beelzebulb jumped back to avoid getting hit by the door. On the other side was man with short brown hair, he was roughly the side of Beelzebulb. Not missing a second the man grabbed Beelzebulb bythe throat and pinned him against the wall. Ingrid stood up in shock but the man simply glared at her, scaring her to freeze in her tracks. The man turned his attention back to Beelzebulb who was struggling under his grasp. Nick noticed in his other hand he held a sword, held slightly raised to the side, ready to piece the demon in the chest at a moments notice.

“You got about 3 seconds to explain whats going on here.” The man said.

“I can’t… talk if you’re...” Beelzebulb gasped for air, “Choking me… asshole.”

“One.”

Nick was so caught up in watching the situation play out he did not even notice that Ingrid was inching closer to him until he was lifted up by his shirt by her and he felt the cold blade of a knife against his neck.

“Drop him, or I will kill him.” Ingrid said. She spoke coldly but there was a hint of uncertainty in her words.

“Wait, wait, hang on! What!” Nick stammered starting to panic. He started to wriggle against her grasp but she was stronger than she looked, and she held the blade closer to his neck.

Not letting go of Beelzebulb, the man looked over. He eyed Nick and then looked up to narrow his eyes at Ingrid. “You really wish to play chicken with an archangel?”

Another man walked into the room, this one was darker skinned with dark curly hair and square framed glasses. He looked unpleased at the situation in the room. “Michael, let him go.”

“Raphael...”

Raphael sighed deeply. “Just drop him. Please.”

Michael mumbled some words but he finally let Beelzebulb go, letting him drop to the floor. He still held his sword in his hand. Beelzebulb gasped, wobbling on all fours for a moment before slowly getting to his feet. He shot a glare at both Michael and Raphael.

“He’s still going to explain what is going on here, though.” Michael growled, gripping his sword tighter.

Nick whimpered out again, the knife still against his throat which caught the attention of Raphael. He touched Michael’s shoulder to get his attention.

“Ingrid,” Raphael spoke slowly walking over. Suddenly Ingrid dropped the knife and backed away in shock and fear.

“He was… he was going to hurt him. I’m-I’m sorry.”

Raphael ignored her as he crouched down to be at Nick’s height, who had fallen to the ground again after Ingrid had dropped him so suddenly. Nick did not know any of these people but he did find it strange how Ingrid acted around Raphael and he assumed the four strangers in this room had some kind of history with each other than just enemies.

“Who are you?” Raphael asked gently.

Nick’s lip quivered for a moment until he suddenly broke down. “My name is Nikolas Golden and I was kidnapped by a woman and a vampire. She left just about 30 minutes ago and left me with these two. Please I don’t know where I am.”

“You have any other hostages?” Michael narrowed his eyes at Beelzebulb.

“Just him.” Beelzebulb commented.

Raphael picked up the knife on the ground and used it to cut Nick’s ties and helped him to his feet. “Are you hurt?” He asked.

“No.” Nick admitted.

“We will get you home. We just want the whole story.” Raphael explained calmly. He led Nick to the couch and looked over to Ingrid who was sulking in the corner, trying to hide within herself.

Michael held his sword up to Beelzebulb’s neck but Raphael held Michael’s arm and forced him to point the sword down. “That’s unnecessary.”

Michael scoffed. “I don’t need a sword anyways.” He narrowed his eyes again. “Now. Explain everything.”

Beelzebulb sighed brushing off his coat. “Look, I was just asked to babysit this werewolf. It’s Lilith running this gig, not us.”

“Lilith? A normal demon? Not one of you?” Michael asked.

Beelzebulb shrugged. “Look I think its weird too but at the end of the day I don’t really care.”

“People are dead.” Michael growled.

Beelzebulb sighed again. “Look. All I know is Lilith is selling blood illegally. She is working with Kagome about it.”

“And how is the werewolf, Nikolas, involved in all this?” Michael asked again.

Nick blinked hearing his full name and he wondered for a moment how Michael would have known that. Lucky guess? Either way he felt it was somewhat odd he was being so formal about his name.

“Beats me. I have no idea where he came from or why Lilith didn’t just kill him.” Beelzebulb said, glancing at Nick and shrugging. “I was just watching him.”

Michael turned to Nick and he nearly jumped at his gaze. His brutish attitude seemed to fade as he spoke to Nick. “How did you get caught up in this?”

Nick breathed heavily as he collected his story in his head. “I was leaving my show to go home. Usually my husband comes with me but he was watching our kid. But then I saw a red headed woman talking to a vampire. She was yelling at him about how the Supernatural Agency found the body he killed, and then they noticed me and the vampire chased me down. I-I don’t know much else I’m sorry.”

Raphael nodded.

“That was Lilith you saw.” Beelzebulb spoke.

Michael looked up and to the woman in corner. “And Ingrid?”

“She’s just with me. She’s not involved in this at all.” Beelzebulb spoke quickly and defensively, taking a step in front of her.

“Really? Because I just saw her threatening to kill a hostage.” Michael retorted.

“Because you were choking me!” Beelzebulb growled. He took a step forward but Raphael raised a hand to deescalate the situation. He narrowed his eyes at Raphael for a moment but turned away and sighed.

“Nikolas mentioned a vampire, know who that would be?” Michael asked again.

“Lilith has a lot of vampires working for her. Could have been anybody.” Beelzebulb replied.

“Do you know anything?” Michael sighed, annoyed.

“He was blond, he had a strange accent. German maybe? He couldn’t have been much taller than you.” Nick pipped in.

“Kenny then.” Beelzebulb spoke. “He’s been Lilith’s second hand man around here.”

“I think we got everything we came here for.” Raphael spoke. “Michael go back and tell Gabriel what happened. I will bring Nikolas back home.”

“Should we take him?” Michael said pointing to Beelzebulb, “He could know more.”

Raphael sighed for a long moment and rubbed his face. “No, just leave him. I believe he is telling the truth… or at least most of it. His story lines up with he told Gabriel the other day.”

Michael narrowed his eyes once more at Beelzebulb and then to Ingrid but nodded as he seemed to vanish in thin air. Raphael sighed once more and looked to Ingrid then back to Nick. “Sorry you got caught up in this mess, I can get you home.”

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It was already night when Nick was on his street walking down with Raphael. He shivered now and then, his nerves calming down after what just happened.

“So… Michael was it, mentioned he was an archangel. I assume you are as well?” Nick asked as they approached his house.

“Yes. Beelzebulb used to be one of us too, but.” He sighed, “It’s a long story.”

Nick had a mix of conflicting emotions at the moment. He knew angels were real because of Jimmy but he never thought to think about the possibility of archangels and now one was walking him home. Raphael stopped walking just in front of Nick’s house.

“Nikolas.” He spoke, sounding serious for a moment.

Nick blinked, it was very rare that someone used his actual name so it caught his attention. He looked at Raphael waiting to hear what he had to say. “Please do us a favor and don’t report this to the Supernatural Agency. Especially with James.”

He blinked again, the light of the window caught his attention but when he looked back Raphael was gone. Nick gawked for a moment until the door opened.

“NICK!” Dimitri nearly barreled out the door and hugged him tightly, “We’ve been so worried! Where the hell where you?”

“I was kidnapped.” Nick explained vaguely, still sounding slightly panicked. He was trying to understand the entire story himself.

“By who?” Dimitri seemed to growl, “I will take care of them.”

“Lets go inside. I have a lot of explaining to do.”

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Hi its been 500 years but Chapter 5 is finally drafted! Posting probably sometime today or tomorrow after my friends get a chance to proof read it for me. 

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Commission for @guardofvariansbutt​, of his rebel angel OC. Took me longer than I wanted to, mostly because I forgot how to draw wings, so it was fun to relearn XD

Commission Info || Ko-fi || Patreon

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I promised myself i’d strive to write every day until my novel was finished. Have i technically written every day so far? Yes. Have i gone days where i have written a single sentence? Definitely.

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*shows up a million years late witg Starbucks and another meme*

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The Family Man

A drabble based off a overwatch fancomic I saw. For context Jimmy is 16-17 in this. 

A collection of parked cars were in front of Anthony's house. Jimmy sighed as he stood on the pavement looking at the house from the street. The warm glow of the house lights from the window illuminating the sidewalk. Anthony had been more than generous to him, offering him a place to live, a job and getting him on his feet. He owed the world to Anthony for all he done to help him but for the life of him Jimmy could not bring himself to enter the house. Anthony's relatives from Australia were over for a few days and the idea of a big family dinner was just not something he was comfortable with. He would probably be doing them a favor anyways, no one wanted to see Anthony's new adopted fuck up. He had wasted enough time coming home, having dreaded this family gathering of Anthony's.

Instead, Jimmy walked behind the house and entered through the backyard gate. Sitting on the porch he sighed again. The smell of fresh food made him hungry but going inside meant he would have to socialize. Jimmy could not even remember if his real parents ever had family dinners like this. Did he even have extended family? Who knew, but seeing how his life had been if they did exist they obviously did not care enough like everyone else Jimmy had met up until this point. With nothing else to do but wait out the party he only had his thoughts. He was actually tempted to go and leave and probably try to see if he could find a gas station that would actually sell him cigarettes or beer, but he did not have the energy to try tonight and cause more trouble.

A burst of group laughter from inside caught his attention and he looked into the window. Anthony seemed to be enjoying himself with his family and Jimmy felt oddly content that he was not being missed in the gathering from what he could see. He sat back down, slumped over, getting lost deep in thought again. Jimmy had been on his own for so long that now it felt unnatural to be at these social gatherings. He would rather sit here for hours than talk to a bunch of people he was probably going to end up disappointing anyways.

The door behind him opened and Jimmy did not notice until Anthony sat next to him.

“Hey, was wondering where you went.” Anthony said.

“Oh uh, I figured I wouldn't want to be in the way.”

Anthony was silent for a long time. “They would like to meet you, you know.”

Jimmy shrugged. “I would rather not look like some stray dog you took it. I mean, foster care already proved I’m not a family guy. I just cause trouble, you know. I steal, I smoke, I drink. If I joined a family now I would just another fucking “problem child” who would probably end up in jail before my eighteenth birthday. I know what’s going to happen to me, man. I dunno maybe if my parents were around things would different. But they aren’t and I hardly remember them, I've been on my own since I was barely out of toddler age. I wasn’t made to be part of a family, so it won’t be fair for me to ruin yours.”  

Anthony sighed deeply before speaking again. “Look kid. Sometimes this world isn’t fair. Sometimes you get a family and never have to think about your next meal and sometimes come from shit. It doesn’t mean you aren’t wanted or you can't change at all. I’m giving you a chance here, if you don’t want it that’s your choice but I’m here giving you a chance. Our family ain’t perfect either, but we are always here for each other even if we live on the other side of the Earth. We want you to a part of this family.”  

On the surface Jimmy’s instinct was to push Anthony away again, that’s what he always did anyways. It was always easier to push people away to avoid getting hurt with broken promises and being a disappointment later on. It's happened to him before and he was done with giving others chances in him trusting them. But deep down, Anthony was here giving him everything he ever wanted and he only had this chance before he fucked it up again. He did not know why Anthony had been so kind to him after hardly anyone did before, but he was here giving Jimmy a chance to get back on his feet before became some dumb kid in jail before his life even started. He buried his face in his hands, trying to hide his tears. Anthony patted his back to comfort him. Jimmy raised his head again and wiped his face with his jacket sleeve. “O-okay.” He managed out.

Anthony wrapped his arm around Jimmy in a gentle shoulder hug. “Come on kid, let's get inside.”

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Do archangels and archdemons count? 

Yo anyone who has lesbians or Gods in their wip rb this and I’ll follow

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Hello, this is the new writeblr of @writingastray! I changed my account because I wanted to have my writeblr as a main blog. Still going to introduce myself:

I am

Leo (she/her), gender non-conforming

A highschool senior working towards my Matura (basically my final exam), turning 18 in November.

A native German speaker from Austria, learning English and Español. (Ask me any German language related questions!)

An avid reader of everything, especially Science Fiction and Fantasy.

A writer, convinced that any media and information can be useful for writing.

Rewatching Brooklyn 99 for the third time, still enjoying it. Also, I’m basically Jake Peralta.

Writing two major wips (see below) and the occasional short story and poem.

My wips (both in German, though posts will be in English, too):

@witchesburnbright A YA urban fantasy novel set in rural Upper Austria. I sometimes call it Rural Fantasy. (I’ll see myself out…). Logline: Two young witches, one human and one not, have to navigate growing up magical on the countryside and keeping their town from falling apart.

@crocodileandmoth A high fantasy novel inspired by (not copied from) ancient Egypt and Mesopotamia. Plus lots of magic! Logline: Anik, the daughter of the major of the capital Zirkets, and her best friend Shai, a peasant girl, join a revolution against the traditional government while slowly falling for each other.

Reblog or like or send me message or whatever & I’ll follow you! Especially when your native language isn’t English, I know how though it can be to translate (or not to translate) for tumblrposts.

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Writeblr Intro Post

I didn’t know writeblrs existed until a few days ago when I clicked on EXPLORE and saw the tags. Wow, I thought, this is a thing. I’ve been writing and working on writing for years but I feel like it’s time to buckle down and commit to this.

I enjoy writing horror, fantasy and all kinds of speculative fiction, you call me El. 

This is going to be/What I want from this: 

Place to keep & share my writing - Esp. prompts from my writing group; to hopefully expand upon in the future, maybe others may find the prompts interesting

Do more prompts

Share my WIPs

Find/ join a community or other writers

Find accountability partners and network

Connect with others to talk about writing and just get to know others in the community.

Work on/out ideas and get/give feedback

Talk about what I’m listening to, reading, & watching and how it relates to the flow of ideas

Start to build a writer’s web presence

To read more in hopes to generate more ideas; read more to learn how to better critique

Looking for other writeblrs to follow!  Reblog if you’re a writeblr!

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Introduction to Writeblr

Hey!  My name is Skylar, but you can call me whatever.  Uh, quick facts! 

I’m in high school, 

I go by any pronouns(mostly because everyone perceives me differently)

I’m pan. 

However, that has nothing to do with why I am finally joining Writeblr.  I mostly write YA fiction, though I will venture into other areas.  I have three wips right now, though I am mainly focusing on two of those right now.  Those are:

Discovering Blake Pearce

The Complete Journal of Blake Pearce

(I’m posting a synopsis of these here soon.)  The other wip is Midnight Eclipse, but I’m not sure what I will be doing with that, so it has been put on hold.

I mainly write in these genres, though I do occasionally touch on others as well.

Thriller

Fantasy

LGBTQ+ 

Contemporary Fiction

Historical Fiction

Okay!  So basically, this is going to be very rough, because I am horrible at these. Discovering Blake Pearce is set in 2017 and centers on James Hawkins.  He finds this journal, a family heirloom, from the 1860s.  Blake Pearce, the author of the journal, was an ordinary married man.  Kiernan Hawkins had a wife and kids.  They both thought they were happy, until the met.

Also, if you could reblog because youŕe a writeblr, that would be amazing.  I need more to follow :).

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writeblrs reblog please :-)

i only follow a few writeblrs so i decided to make one of these posts. please reblog if you are a writeblr and you write/post:

fantasy

historical fiction

contemporary fiction

horror

writing references

moodboards

edits

and just a reminder, i follow from @opcnarms so if you see it that’s me!💗

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Who else feels good about writing today???

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Major Arcana Inspired Character Asks

Leave a card in my inbox! 

The Fool: When has your character been excited to start a new journey? The Magician: How does your character unleash their creativity or resourcefulness? The High Priestess: When has trusting their instincts paid off for your character? The Empress: Who has been a positive female figure in your character’s life? The Emperor: Who has been a positive male figure in your character’s life? The Hierophant: Who has served as a mentor to your character? The Lovers: Which of your character’s relationships has been the most positive? (Romantic or otherwise) The Chariot: What goal is your character determined to reach? Strength: On what issue is your character persistent? The Hermit: Write about a time your character did some soul searching. What did they find? The Wheel of Fortune: What are your character’s proudest successes? Justice: When has your character felt satisfied with the conclusion to a major dispute or concern? The Hanged Man: When has your character needed to step back and look at things from a different perspective? Death: When has your character had to let go of something in their life? Temperance: How does your character balance their life? The Devil: Does your character ever neglect their wild side? The Tower: When has your character lost an ideal or relationship? The Star: When has your character been most hopeful? The Moon: When has your character’s path been unclear? The Sun: When does your character sit back and enjoy themselves? Judgment: Has your character ever been given a second chance? The World: When has one of your character’s dreams come true?

Bonus: Major Arcana in Reverse!

The Fool in Reverse: When has your character acted recklessly? The Magician in Reverse: When was your character manipulated? The High Priestess in Reverse: When has your character felt betrayed emotionally? The Empress in Reverse: When has your character felt dependent on another? The Emperor in Reverse: When is your character inflexible or stubborn? The Hierophant in Reverse: When has your character’s personal beliefs been challenged? The Lovers in Reverse:  When has your character experienced heartbreak? The Chariot in Reverse: When has your character’s pride or arrogance been their downfall? Strength in Reverse: What are your character’s doubts or insecurities? The Hermit in Reverse: When has your character felt the most alone? The Wheel of Fortune in Reverse: When has your character felt their life was no longer under their control? Justice in Reverse: When has your character been treated unfairly or cruelly? The Hanged Man in Reverse: When has your character tried to avoid making a major decision? Death in Reverse: When has your character tried to fight change? Temperance in Reverse: When has your character felt overwhelmed? The Devil in Reverse: When has your character suffered from refusing to break off an unhealthy relationship? The Tower in Reverse: When has your character’s actions led to disaster? The Star in Reverse: When has your character lost faith? The Moon in Reverse: When does your character mistrust their feelings or intuition? The Sun in Reverse: When does your character’s goal seem just out of reach? Judgment in Reverse: When has your character found it difficult to forgive themselves? The World in Reverse: What is your character holding back? 

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When you want to talk about something painful in your book but you can’t because it’d spoil it for your readers

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Grown adult man gets grounded by his 5 archangel parents. He sneaks out at night and gets grounded even more. 

Writing Game: Describe your WIP badly!

Tag people to keep it going! (Feel free to tag me again, I have more!)

College student with grief and existential dread regrets accepting research assistant job. 

@heywriters @desperatlytryingtowriteabook @r-avenlee @h-brook-writes

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I have almost 250 followers, but follow less than 50 ! I’d like to follow more. 

Please LIKE/REBLOG this if you meet some of these: 

you are at least 17 years old.

you have a WIP page / about page / are exclusively a writeblr.

you write any of the following genres:     science fiction, thriller, crime, horror, or romance.     new adult, or adult audiences.

you vibe/like with my wips? wanna engage with me?

you like tag games / ask memes (within reason)