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[jay-avian]

Pen names are great. I love the one I've chosen for myself. It's great to see people use this name for me. I get to have a new identity, I get to make friends and not be as nervous talking with people. I don't feel that pressure of familiarity. Besides, it gives a sense of mystery to my identity. Who am I really? You may never know, and that's okay.

And if I know I'm writing a book that I don't want family or friends reading, I don't have to tell them my pen name. I can always write under both names if I want to as well.

Pen names are great!

on pen names: i think they are a very valuable tool, particularly to separate one's own private life with their professional life, or to enable everyone to look at an author's work with fresh eyes. they can be helpful when you're writing in a different genre for the first time, or if you've significantly departed from your earlier work.

what they AREN'T for is deceiving people into giving second chances that aren't deserved, or evading accountability by hiding behind an ***ambiguous*** name.

i feel sad for the authors i've seen on twt the last few days that feel they've had to prove themselves and reveal their legal identity because of two (that i have seen so far) deeply strange cases

tldr: pen names are good! brownface and bullying is not!

[jay-avian]

Behold, my latest project!

I'm so glad the dragon part is finished. It took so long 😭

[jay-avian]

Prologue Snippet

So a while ago, I mentioned that I was writing something for my fiction class involving my characters from my "Court Magician" WIP. This version is unedited, but I figured I'd still post this version and post the edits later on to showcase my progress. Will this be canon? Who knows. Not me at the moment

Taglist: @fleurtygurl

“Ven!” Micah shouted. “Ven, this is too far. You can’t wander this deep on your own.” Micah walked through the forest scanning between the trees. He knew satyrs were fast, but he had hoped his brother would stick by him. “Ventus, come on buddy. We gotta get home soon, sun’s going down.”

Light leaked through the tree line, creating an orange haze. The ground was already cast in shade. The trees were much like shadows themselves. Micah was familiar with his surroundings, though this was a bit farther than he had gone as well. He had lived near here most of his life. His parents built a cabin with the help of the sage who also took refuge in the forest. But Micah wasn’t sure how long Ventus had lived in this area before they met. He at least wondered how long the poor boy had lived alone. Ventus was always clever, but there’s only so much a boy can do against predators, animal or human. Micah was only a few years older, but he had magic on his side. He was thankful the sage was kind enough to tutor him so he could protect himself and others.

As he tried to follow his brother’s path, he spotted a felled tree off to the side. It was almost completely covered in moss. At one of its ends were a pair of branches that resembled a deer’s antlers. There were a few budding leaves on them, still trying to grow. Micah smiled. He walked up to the tree and reached out. He took a deep breath, and as he exhaled, he ran his hand along the branches. Where his hand went, there grew more leaves along with white blossoms. He felt a small bit of life energy leave his body.

“There you are, my friend,” he said. He patted the soft, mossy trunk. Even now, he felt life flowing through it. “You’ll grow again someday.”

He turned to look out amongst the trees once more. There was still no sign of Ventus anywhere. No visible movement, very little sound except the birdcalls overhead. He sighed. “Alright buddy. Where did you go?” He held out his palm and a beam of white light flowed from it. It formed a line that curved through the forest. Micah shook off his tiredness and skipped into a light jog.

His eyes were fixed in front of him, fixed on finding his brother. He felt the eyes of the dwelling creatures staring as he went. He knew they were just afraid. Humans are strange animals to them, animals that kill and destroy. Micah pitied them. He wished he didn’t have to frighten them, but he couldn’t tread calmly. Not now. It was already pretty dark. Micah worried that the sun would go down before he found Ventus. Trees flew past his vision. The boy could be anywhere at this point. They’d have a hard time getting back. Birds and brush whizzed by. There could be bad people hiding out here. There could be wolves or monsters or…

There were bits of white that speeded past in front of him. He halted. Some foliage rustled wildly and just trailed off. Micah stood with his eyes wide and brow furrowed.  What was that?, he thought. There were certainly some bushes or something there. He bent over, trying to catch his breath. Probably just an elk, right? The movement happened to trail in the direction of the white line. It had been flickering faintly for some time. Micah tried to peer through the trees. He spotted a stone structure of some kind. Coming around the side was a small humanoid figure. They had a goat's legs and tail. There were curly, gray horns atop their head of light brown hair. They were jumping, frolicking around the stone walls.

“Ventus!” Micah yelled. The line he had been following dissipated as he ran forward. The boy perked up and looked over. He gave a short jump before running towards Micah. Ventus leaped into his arms giggling.

“You found me!” Ventus shouted, buried in his brother’s shoulder.

“Don’t you dare run from me like that again.” Micah hugged tighter. “Gods, I was so worried. Please don’t do that”

“But you found me alright.” Ventus looked up with a wide smile. “See? It’s alright!”

“Ven,” he said with a hard voice. “You can’t just wander off and expect things to be fine.”

The boy’s face dropped. He looked down and gripped his brother’s clothes. “I’m sorry…”

Micah put him down so he could stand. Ventus wrapped his arms around himself, still looking at the ground. Micah sighed. He looked at the stone structure next to them. It was fairly small, about the size of their cabin. There were plenty of vines and moss growing over it. “Do you know what this is, buddy?” he asked, looking to his brother.

“I dunno…”

“Have you seen it before?”

Ventus shook his head. Micah felt sorry for him. The boy can’t help his nature. He took another look at the building. Above the entrance, there were carvings of an alphabet he had been learning. “House of Tirabeth” read the inscription. The goddess of nature. A place of worship is safe enough to explore. The sun had set below the horizon, but there was still some daylight left.

“Come on, Ven,” he said. “How about we look in for just a little bit?”

Ventus looked up with his eyes wide. “Really?!”

“We just have to be very careful, okay? We have to be nice to everything inside. It belongs to someone very important.”

“Okay!” The boy bound towards the temple. Micah followed close behind. Just as they were approaching the entrance, a creature dashed to block it. It was a long, wingless dragon, its head reaching just above them.

“Get behind me Ven!” Micah pulled his brother close as they backed up. The creature circled around them with care. Its body was a mossy green. It stared with slitted eyes that were a deep blue. Its horns more so resembled antlers and bore white blossoms.

“Wait– You’re the… I didn’t, d-wait–”

“Yes,” it said without opening its mouth. “You encountered me on your way here. I lied in wait to observe you both. And though your kindness is appreciated, I cannot allow you to enter.”

“What’s in there?” Ventus asked.

“It’s a sacred haven for druids, filled with altars and powerful talismans only those attuned with the earth are permitted to wield.” The dragon uncoiled and stood away from the brothers. It still blocked the temple entrance. “The druids who lived here left some time ago. They gave me life and told me to protect this place until their return.”

“Do you know where they went?” Micah asked.

“I’m not sure, though I imagine it was dire if they all went. Considering they left behind these artifacts, I certainly hope they plan to return when it best suits their needs.”

Micah glanced at the building. There had to be an explanation for their disappearance or, rather, an explanation for leaving behind their belongings. “If it’s all the same to you, I feel like we could get the answers we’re both looking for if we go inside. I mean, have you even looked yourself?”

“I was not instructed to go inside. My only orders were to guard this place.”

“But don’t you want to find out what happened to your masters?”

The dragon said nothing. It only stared with its same cold expression. It huffed and turned its head away, closing its eyes.

“You have until the daylight is gone. No longer.”

“Yay!” Ventus shouted, bounding around Micah. “Thank you thank you thank you!” The dragon stepped away from the entrance. Ventus grabbed his brother’s arm and started running inside. Micah took one last look at the forest creature before being dragged out of view.

The inner room was not all that big. The floor was grassy with some wild flowers dotted about. There were a few open-air windows along the sides. The middle of the room featured a twisting tree the size of Micah. There was a moat of fresh water surrounding its base. Towards the back of the room was a set of stone steps that led downwards. As the two boys began walking down, it got darker and darker. Micah held his palm up and took a deep breath. He exhaled into his hand and formed a small flame. It was just enough to light the staircase. He started taking another step when he started to fall. He managed to catch himself, pressing his other arm against the wall.

Ventus rushed to his side. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

“I’m fine,” Micah grunted. He pushed himself back up and rubbed his eyes. “Just tired.”

They continued down the steps and soon enough, it led them to an open cavern. The walls were dotted with mushrooms glowing a bright blue. Towards the back of the cavern was an opening in the ceiling where a small waterfall came through. The water flowed into a clear spring beneath it. There were chairs circles around stone tables. A few bookshelves were lined along one wall. Along the other were bonsai trees shaped to form pedestals that held an assortment of objects. That must be them, Micah thought.

Ventus started running down the steps. “Race you down there!”

“Ven wait!” Micah started to chase after him, but almost lost his balance doing so. He gave a huff and closed his palm to extinguish the flame. There was enough light without it. He continued down and met his brother where the talismans lay. Before the pedestals was a stone lectern with a green leather book. On its cover, there were carvings of a pattern made up of animal prints. Micah picked up the journal and opened it. He began to read it aloud.

“Before you stand some of the most important magical artifacts of The Order of Arbor. These artifacts are meant to help us keep peace, prosperity, and harmony within our domain. With the gifts of Tirabeth, we keep her life safe and abundant…” Micah skimmed the page and went on.

“There seems to be a table of contents for the objects here.”

“What’s this one?” Ventus asked, holding up a wooden staff.

“Ven put that back, it’s not ours.”

“But what is it? Can you tell me first?”

Micah sighed and flipped to its page. “It says it’s the Elemental Shillelagh. Uh… duh duh duh– It can harness the power of nature’s elements, including plant life, water, earth, and air.”

“Woah! Can we try it?!”

“No Ven, give it here.” Micah grabbed the staff from his hands. “We’re supposed to be looking for answers, not–”

A roar thundered from outside the cavern. The boys turned their heads and tensed.

“What was that?” Ventus asked.

“Nothing good… We should hurry, before whatever’s out there traps us in a corner down here. Come on.” With the book and staff still in hand, Micah started to run towards the stairs, his brother following closely behind. They made their way out and into the temple again. It was dark except for the light of the moon above. They heard men shouting and the dragon snarling back. Micah grabbed Ventus’s arm and pulled him behind as he snuck to the doorway. He peeked his head out. There was a group of seven men with swords and crossbows. They were all fighting with the forest guardian. Three of them had been severely injured, but so had the dragon. It already had a few slash wounds and some arrows stuck in its body. It stood firm in front of the entrance growling.

“This isn’t good,” Micah whispered. He looked over to Ventus. “Stay here, and I mean it! I’m going to help.”

“You got this!” Ventus whispered back.

Micah crept forwards and gently placed a hand on the dragon’s mossy body. He poured forth more energy through his palm. The creature’s wounds started to close up. The arrows were still stuck, but the blood was now gone. It gave a quick glance back before leaping at one of the men with a crossbow. Micah sped out the door to the nearest man and clubbed him with the staff, sending him to the ground.

“Oy!” shouted one of them. “Give us that treasure, boy.”

“No way!” Micah shouted back. “It doesn’t belong to you.”

“It doesn’t belong to a runt like you either!”

Micah gave a sharp inhale and scowled. He clutched the staff harder, giving it a look. He held it out in front of him and raised it high. Oh gods, I hope this works, he thought. He fixed his gaze at the earth beneath the thief and slammed down the staff. The ground burst up, sending the thief flying. A second man came charging with his sword. Micah raised the staff to block the swing. He parried the sword away and swung at the man’s stomach. The thief doubled over, and just as he was about to take another swing, Micah thrust the staff forward. Instead of making contact, the staff shot forth a powerful gust of wind. The man was flung back into a tree and collapsed.

The last man stood against the dragon, who was inching its way closer. He looked at his injured friends all around him.

“If you were smart,” said the dragon. “You’d throw down your weapon and take your friends far from here.”

“Like hell I will!” He gripped his sword and charged forward. Before he could land a blow, Micah pointed his staff towards the ground below him. With a swiping motion, he ushered a tree sprout up higher and higher, taking the thief with it. His sword fell to the ground with a clang.

“You did it Micah!” Ventus shouted. He came running from out of the temple, jumping for joy.

Micah relaxed his body. He felt the world spinning beneath him. He leaned on the staff for support. He thought he heard his brother talk, but before he could ask what was said, he fainted.

When he woke up, he was in his bed. He sat up and looked around. It was still dark outside, but daylight crept over the horizon. He looked to his side. The green journal was placed at his desk. The druid’s staff was leaning up against the bed frame.

[jay-avian]

I had an interview with a local paper this week about this rock snake I started on the longest street of a nearby city (where I work) because it's bringing people so much joy:

I said something during the interview that the interviewer seemed really shocked by, so in case it's important for anyone else to hear: When asked about the rock snake and some scavenger hunts that I've hosted for adults, I said -

"We don't stop enjoying the things we liked as kids; they just stop being offered to us. And when you're a kid, fun things like art projects and scavenger hunts are always brought to you, so you're not taught to make a habit of seeking them out as and adult."

She said "Wow yeah... life is so stressful... and you don't think to... wow."

So if anyone else needs direct permission to be a whimsical adult child today, I hereby grant it to everyone. ❤️

[jay-avian]

I deleted some playlists I never listened to so I'd like to build some new ones. help me out. toss a coin to your sleepy.

[jay-avian]

For the purposes of this poll please just stick to birth names! I'd like to do another poll for names people chose themselves later in life.

[jay-avian]

OC Music Tag

Thanks to @mysticstarlightduck for the tag!

I think I'm going to do a few OCs from different WIPs since I don't really have songs for many characters.

Korinn Mayastan - Steampunk WIP

About the character: Korinn is a green dragonborn who immigrated from her country for opportunity, eager to share her inventions. After hard work and making her way up the ladder, she is now the biggest leader in industry during the country's industrial revolution, as well as the heartthrob of the big city. Of course, the means to the ends of success aren't always... ethical.

Cog in the Machine - Franklyn Lubsey

It's Lonely At The Top - Big Bad Voodoo Daddy

Minnie the Moocher - Big Bad Voodoo Daddy

Let's Go! - Poor Man's Poison

Matthias Winterborne - (no WIP yet)

About the character: This half-elf and his human mother always had a rough time with finances, especially after his elven father left. Trying to make ends meet, Matt resorts to stealing for money. And after one wrong deal with the fae, he now has to steal for them too. As long as he gets to spite the rich and his father's name, then there's not much to complain about.

Providence - Poor Man's Poison

Hell's Comin' with Me - Poor Man's Poison

C'mon Down - Poor Man's Poison

I'm Still Here - Colm R. McGuinness

Compass - Sail North (this one is iffy for me, but it feels nice for a possible character development path)

Caspian Barrack - Kraken's Bane/Morgensturm

About the character: Orphaned at a young age, Caspian always had a problem with people who have authority. Seeking independence and freedom, he'll do anything to get any semblance of power, whether that be through finances, fear, or anything he can get his hands on. With his wits and strength, this pirate captain loves to explore sailing his beloved ship, the Crimson Flame, but doesn't quite know when to quit.

Tale of The Shadow - Sail North

Bones in the Ocean - The Longest Johns

Roll Northumbria - Colm R. McGuinness

The Curse - The Longest Johns

Not sure who to tag for this one, so I'm going to grab some of my newer followers mwahaha! @oliolioxenfrees-blog @emberlyric @kaylinalexanderbooks @ashwithapen @ryns-ramblings and @coffee-stainedwriting

(I will follow some of you guys back, I promise. I gotta go to work now tho aaaaaa)

[jay-avian]

Last Line Tag Game

I'm finally in a good headspace to start doing stuff related to fun writing projects! Thank you @trancetales and whoever else tagged me for this particular game.

One of the last things I wrote was a practice snippet for a character to flesh him out a bit. Here are the last few lines of dialogue:

“Don’t you dare bring her into this!” Beckett whipped to where he heard the voice last. He looked up to see the silhouette of a large man with horns and a tail looming above him. The figure was leaning up against the trunk. “I don’t plan to. We don’t have to involve anyone else. Just help me out and you’ll get any information you want.” The figure hopped down from his perch. Even now, he towered over the fairy. “I may not have much, but there’s a lot that you don’t know.” Beckett took a few steps back, still on the defense. He eyed the man thoroughly. “...Who are you?”

(As a note, the fairies in this world are about the same height as halflings, give or take. At least some are) Let me know if you guys want the whole scene. It's very short, but it's pretty cool.

People I'm tagging: @sleepyowlwrites @fleurtygurl @mysticstarlightduck @willtheweaver @equallyreal and anyone who wants to share their awesome writing!

Take care!

[jay-avian]

Woooo I’m back-

Sorry for disappearing again!

I have returned with TSOP content though. More worldbuilding than actual writing still, but content!

Since I’ve been gone for a while and have no idea what it’s like over here anymore, how are all of you doing?

and have a poll, because I have no idea what to talk about first.

[jay-avian]

How do I plot a romance story?

Most advice and plot structures I have found seem to be focused on quest-type stories. Do you have any advice or templates that are mpre easily applicable to romance stories? Do I need to include another major plotline?

Basic Romance Structure

Like most stories, there are different theories and methods about structure, and you can find these by Googling "romance story structure." However, let me walk you through a basic romance structure to show you the differences and similarities with the kind of structure you'd use for something like a quest story or an adventure story.

Introduction/Normal World - Like most stories, romance stories usually open with a peek at the protagonist's "normal world" as a means of introducing who they are and what their life is like. And, as with other stories, this also introduces us to the both characters' internal conflicts. In romance, rather than resolving the internal conflict with growth in relation to the story events, the internal conflict will be resolved via change/growth in relation to the romance. [Example: Sandi is a florist with a four-year-old daughter, navigating single parenthood after her husband filed for divorce and ran away to chase a dream.]

The "Meet Cute" - This is essentially the inciting incident... the moment the two characters meet for the first time, or the first time in a long time. All in one moment, we see how undeniably right they are for each other, but due to their individual internal internal conflicts, they're butting heads big time.

[Example: Sandi meets Brent, the new flower supplier who is adorable, sweet to Sandi's daughter, but infuriatingly inept at doing things the way she likes them.]

Forced Proximity - After the "meet cute," something will inevitably force them to spend time together. They get partnered together on the same job, stuck together in the same place, keep coincidentally bumping into each other... whatever. All that matters is that they're forced to get to know each other despite their head butting.

[Example: they get roped into working together on the town's rose festival.]

Resistance/Rejection - Now that they're forced to interact for whatever reason, they're going to spend a lot of time resisting their mutual interest/desire for one another due to whatever obstacles exist, like being from warring factions or one being in the middle of a divorce. But despite this resistance, we can see the sparks flying between them, even if they can't or don't want to admit it.

[Example: Sandi wants to focus on running her business and raising her daughter; Brent just got out of a long relationship and isn't ready for romance.]

Waning Resistance/Giving Love a Chance - Eventually there's a breakthrough... the obstacle gives way... they have a really fun time hanging out at the Christmas market and almost kiss... they move past the misunderstanding between them... or maybe they just slowly get over their issues and start to fall in love. Either way, they decide to give the relationship a go.

[Example: as they get to know each other and bond through working on the rose festival, they can't deny how compatible they are and an unexpected first kiss gives Brent the courage to ask Sandi out on a date, to which she agrees.]

Three Steps Forward, Two Steps Back - This is essentially the first date, then another one, then another one... though it doesn't have to be actual dates. It just needs to be some interactive scenes when they're in relationship mode. Each of these interactions will deepen their feelings for one another while at the same time raising new obstacles or re-raising the old ones.

[Example: the first date goes well except that Sandi is preoccupied with the fact that her daughter is staying with a new sitter. The second date goes okay, except Brent is in a bad mood after his ex came to town to pick up the last of her things. Then they pull an all-nighter to make some final preparations for the upcoming rose festival, which leads to a philosophical conversation about the future, wherein Sandi says she sees herself getting remarried one day and having another kid or two, and Brent says he can't ever see himself getting married or being a father.]

This Isn't Going to Work - This is the midpoint crisis... the "all is lost" moment where one or both put on brakes and say, "I can't do this," citing whatever obstacle/s that now stand in the way of their happiness. Sometimes this follows their biggest act of intimacy yet, whether that's simply their first kiss or going all the way. It could even be the first declaration of love, being introduced to family, or some other important early relationship milestone. But then it all falls apart... maybe because one or more of the obstacles become too much, a fear-based retreat, or some other external force

[Example: the rose festival has arrived... Sandi is there with her daughter and parents, Brent is there with his mom and sister. Everyone meets, Brent continues to be great with Sandi's daughter... it's obvious Brent and Sandi belong together. But then Sandi's wayward not-yet-officially-ex-husband shows up and wants to get back together. Although she's ambivalent, seeing him interact with their daughter and her parents makes her realize giving him another chance is what's best for their daughter. Meanwhile, Brent witnesses this from far away, thinks, "I'm not good enough for a family like that," and he and Sandi go their separate ways.]

On Second Thought... - This is the moment when something happens that makes one or both characters realize they belong together... that the obstacles aren't real or don't matter... [Example: Brent finds a drawing Sandi's daughter made of the three of them together that makes him realize he really is worthy of their love. And Sandi sees that her husband hasn't changed, that he's still focused on chasing dreams that aren't what's best for their daughter... or herself, for that matter. ]

The Moment of Declaration - This is where the one character finds the other, or they find each other, and one or both declare their love and commitment to the other, despite whatever obstacles there may be. This is the run through the airport to catch the other before they fly away to a new life. It's the objection at the wedding before the other can go forward with the less-than-ideal marriage. It's the boombox on the shoulders, the kiss in the rain, the "I love, I love, I love you. I never wish to be parted from you from this day on" declaration in a foggy field at sunrise. [Example: Brent hears from a friend that Sandi's husband left again. He goes to the last night of the rose festival, finds Sandi, and tells her he wants all of it... her, the daughter, her quirky parents, the flower shop, marriage, more kids... he is ready to take on the world with her, and she couldn't be happier.]

The Happily Ever After or "HEA" - This is the story's denouement, where we flash forward a few days, weeks, or more and see the happy ending. This is the jump ahead a few months to see the happy couple living their lives together, the one year leap ahead to the wedding, or a leap ahead to a moment even further down the road when the couple is firmly established in their HEA.

[Example: two years later, Sandi and Brent have been married almost a year, and are at the rose festival with the now six-year-old and their newborn twins, Sandi's parents, and Brent's mom and sister, one big happy family.]

Now... like I said, there are a variety of different structure templates for romance as there are for other genre stories. Don't feel like you have to pick one, and if you do, don't feel like you have to stick to it exactly. Story structure is just a guideline to help make sure you hit the important points to help the story unfold.

Happy writing!

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[jay-avian]

owls are NOT weird worms but thanks, darling

Honestly, l was just trying to make the cheesy "I'd love you if you were a worm" joke. Although an analogy could probably be made if I tried hard enough. But I just woke up, so not today

[jay-avian]

I'm just curious of other writers use similar forms to me/if anyone has any helpful ways to do this! If you guys are willing to reblog for greater sample size I'd be grateful but no pressure! <3

[jay-avian]

🍄 and ⚠️ for the most recent ask thing :D

Hi zima

🍄Decriscribe your wip/one of your wips in the format of “___ + ___ =___”  

This isn't the ya title trope, right? It's just about ingredients? Idk.

Apathy + emotions = life upheaval

Hope I did that right

⚠️Which wip your most likely to finish or update next?

Most likely to update next is probably wuxia story, 'cause some scenes have been percolating. But I hope to finish city story('s) first draft this year. I promised.

[jay-avian]

I think part of it as well is the way things are formatted. Media nowadays is catered to quick, convenient, and entertaining. I'm fairly new to Tumblr in comparison to most people here, but from what I've seen, it used to be friendly towards longer posts like this one. But that mindset of getting a quick dopamine boost has bled into the culture here, it feels like. People don't want to read, they want shiny eye-catching snippets and tidbits. (Though even then, those sometimes don't get any notes either.)

When I get the time and energy (aka when college isn't kicking my butt), I definitely want to experiment to see what sort of post formatting gets the most notes. (I know when things get posted is important too, but we'll see what works)

why do writeblrs never reblog other writeblrs' wips?

i'll admit that this is kind of an exaggeration and this observation could just be a result of me not being an active member of the community / me not being in the more wip-reblog-active corner of writeblr, but i find that the "#writeblr intro" to "#wip intro" ratio of reblogs is honestly tragic. every now and then i'll find a writeblr intro with 200 notes, check out that person's writeblr, and find that there's only like 20 notes on their wip intro post (and that's if they're LUCKY) or 3 notes on a post where they go off about their story. like. yall. even intros without wips on them get more attention (<- could be an L ratio bozo take bc i am blind and not active, but It Is An Observation I Have Made). and like. well.

it kind of makes me think that not a whole lot of the writeblr community actually cares about supporting other people's wips. which is a bit tragic because i feel like the point of a writing community should be to really support other people's works and not just get yours out there.

it's almost like people will reblog someone's intro and say "ayyy i like ur shits" and then Fucking Leave LMFAAAOOOOOOOOOO. it almost makes me feel like people interact with someone's intro post just so that those people will follow them and then they kinda just forget about em. OR theyll reblog someone's intro and welcome em to the community or smthn and then also forget about em which is a lot like a mother bird just booting her chicks out the nest LOLLLL. i think that im actually MAD lucky because i have gotten SO MUCH interactions on my wips (@canadjester ily, also ty to @macabremoons @sleepyowlwrites @space-writes @squarebracket-trick @moremysteriesthantragedies @serafyyn @serenanymph yall been MAD interactive with my works i hug all of u) but i feel like others in the community just have not been

i will 100% say tho that i am a part of this problem too because like. if you take a look at my blog. there are BARELY any reblogs of other people's works. im not active on the community and whenever i check back in, the first thing i do is go to "#writeblr intro" and mass reblog other people's intros so that people see that im active again. but now whenever i come back imma take a look at "#wip intro" and "#my writing" or whatever instead. instead of reblogging someone's intro post, i'll reblog a post about their wip, either the wip intro or just some writing about it, and then i'll reblog their intro if ive got time. even if it's not a story that fits my blog. imma admit i do not like anything outside of fantasy, sci-fi, and apocalyptic settings, but someone who's following me 100% might, and it's a disgrace to both the writer and the person who could really enjoy their writing if i don't actively try to bridge the gap between them. it's also a disgrace to me because i have the chance to bridge that gap but i aint doing it even tho a reblog takes like -3 seconds. so like.

[jay-avian]

Journal, pen, pencil, and ink fall under writing material. Razor and ‘foul bauble of man’s vanity’ fall under hygiene products.