#I have never read those books

[doomed-prophetess]

Louise Glück, Descending Figure / Mary H.K. Choi, Yolk / George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones / William Wordsworth / Barbara Alpert / Jodi Picoult, My Sister's Keeper

[codgod]

something wicked this way comes

[this is a redraw, here’s the original :p]

[tea-cat-arts]

I simply think this fandom doesn't give Wei Wuxian enough credit for the various ways in which he saved Lan Wangji

[windwenn]

People who write novellas must be absolutely going though it bc I've never read a novella that wasnt utterly devastating. These people really have Things to Say and whats more they do it in under 200 pages.

[ace-and-ranty]

MORE SCHOLOMANCE. MORE SCHOLOMANCE!

ATTENTION EVERYONE, MORE SCHOLOMANCE!!!

[onpie]

Noodles and Tea’s work inspired me fr

[kagoutiss]

green beetle black beetle

[lizardsfromspace]

Diary, Monday: Today I went to this event titled "New York Times bestselling author teaches YOU how to write a New York Times bestselling book!" It was on an invitation left underneath my apartment door. But when I arrived at the address, all I saw was a room under a derelict warehouse, lit by a single utilitarian bulb. I saw two shining eyes within, and before I could turn to leave, a lithe form with scarlet hair charged out and scratched me! Hard! She mumbled "I'm free!" before vanishing down an alleyway. It still hurts. Owch!

Diary, Tuesday: I still don't know how to write a New York Times bestselling book, like New York Times bestselling authors do. I decided to start writing, by going to a cafe and looking at memes about how I'm not writing, but when I looked down in my coffee, it had a hairball in it! How strange.

Diary, Wednesday: Stayed in bed all day. When I awoke, there were these slashes in my sheets, and hair all over - cat hair. How odd. I don't have a kittypet. Pet. Today I purchased several t-shirts about how I'm happier when I have coffee and am writing, and then stared at the ceiling for five hours, and did not write any words, except in my mind.

Diary, Thursday: I dared to go outside today. I really wanted to run into the forest, perhaps to a grove of four trees, to hide in the darkness (which is conducive to writing bc you can't see your words, which helps haha), but I went to the corner store, where the clerk screamed at my face that I was an abomination unto God. Haha, what writer hasn't had that happen! On my way back, I encountered that strange woman from Monday. But her hair was no longer red and she seemed less...furry. She stared me in the eyes, "you have what you always wanted! What I thought I wanted! Enjoy the cat mines, Erin! Hahahaha!" Whatever could that be about? My name is...isn't Erin!

Diary, Friday: Today I needed inspiration for all the writing I wasn't going to do. So I descended into a great deep pit I found myself drawn to in the city; those crazy writer moods, am I right! Halfway down the steps, I bent over and started vomiting, but I wasn't vomiting up vomit. No, I was vomiting up myself. My pale, soft human skin sloughed off and rough feline skin replaced it, occasional pockets of scraggly fur bursting out from my new flesh. I hissed, and smelled, and could sense the whole dank dark world beneath me with just my nose. I looked at my old, human skin, and ate it, without any thought about eating it. Then I descended to the bottom of the stairs, where I met those who had been whispering to me, in my mind; the ones who are I, and I am of them. They were feline, too, and had red hair, and they came to me with a question on their lips: "Can you have the first book of a four-part story called Shadowstar's Betrayal done by Tuesday, Erin Hunter?" Yes, I said without speaking, my voice making growls and purs, I can, Erin Hunters. I can probably write a pitch for a series that's the same thing but polar bears by then too

[mwagneto]

i left my phone in my room and picked up an actual physical book and sat down on the balcony and read the whole thing can everyone please be so so proud of me

[beatx-mavie-archangelx]

there should've been at least a full view of Fíli's body in the funeral scene

"Fíli you didn't deserve any of this" we all say in unison

[cerise-on-top]

Hank with an Eldritch Horror Reader

Here's another thing I wrote two years back! It was an interesting concept which I really liked, so I actually really enjoyed writing this request!

Hank J Wimbleton was a grunt of many things, but not one to be scared unless he had a good reason to be. There were many things in this world he did not understand, you were one of them. Upon meeting you, his first instinct would have been to either fight or run away - who could blame him, it was all he knew. No matter how many times you reassured him that the very last thing you wanted to do was to harm him, he’d draw his weapon, uncertain of whether or not he should believe your words.

Once you show no resistance towards him whatsoever and simply restrain him using your powers or other methods, that’s when, thrashing around as much as he could, he would start listening. You may or may not have seen a grunt up close, but this was your chance to finally examine one. As you scrutinise him from every possible angle Hank realises that you were simply curious about his being and finally lowers weapon.

Your voice would likely hurt his head and freeze the blood in his veins, so you might have to resort to telepathy or speak through a marionette, if you can find one. Though, once Hank’s interest in you has been piqued, he’d be more than happy to find you one. A lot of people in Nevada seem to be redundant in the first place. Regarding telepathy: You will be able to have a two-way conversation with Hank like that, but, for the most part, he doesn’t think in words. Still, he can do so, if needed.

If you’re on the rather small side, he will make an effort to pick you up, or hold you, and bring you back to base. Depending on whether you can float or not, this might be rather difficult, but he’ll try. If you’re large, however, then he will simply “tell” you to follow him. As an eldritch being you could likely either change your form or scare away anyone in your path in the first place, so he doesn’t particularly worry about anyone being stupid enough to attack you.

Spend time with him, he’ll get used to you more and more and, eventually, grow a bond with you. Proud, he’ll show you to Doc so he can figure out what you are, but do not be fooled. Hank wants to know what you are to some degree too. Once comfortable with you and certain you won’t harm him, he’ll start observing you, touching you to some degree. See how you react, how you feel, how you are.

Despite your conversations being, for the most part, one-sided, Hank will ask you directly what you are and if you’re some form of eldritch deity. Since you’re an amicable creature he can’t exactly wrap his head around, it’s worth a try.

Although he would like to do so to some degree, he won’t take you with him on missions. It’s his way of saying “I care a great deal about you, I don’t want you to die or worse even if you are capable of defending yourself.” If you really insist on aiding him, he will let you, begrudgingly. But beware that he will have your back. In fact, having you around will give him a greater reason to fight and improve his overall performance. Though, it will also be a major stress factor to him if something were to happen to you, so choose wisely.

[why-the-heck-not]

02.10.23, thursday

I feel like taking whole weekends off doesn’t work for me. Like if I take the days off, I’ll get stuck in that mood and I’m just now getting back to the groove of things, and it’s friday again tmrw. I think the ideal for me would be like 2 weeks on and then couple days off. Something I could actually do sometimes if I just schedule it. But couple last weekends I’ve had set plans so had to have actual weekends and my productivity has taken the hit

[karamazovanon]

controversial opinion maybe but it BEWILDERS me when people (mostly americans ime) genuinely seriously with their whole chest complain about how impossibly hard russian names are. like. do a single google search. i don't see how you can comprehend that charles = chuck and margaret = peggy but can't fathom that rodion = rodya. how is this such a huge barrier of entry for people

[july-19th-club]

i know for a fact i have made this post before but for me it's very important that bbc merlin is a pointless tragedy. it wouldn't be good (it's frequently not good anyway but it would be a lot further away from good) if it wasn't a pointless tragedy! it's simply not arthuriana if it doesn't go past the high point of the heroic/legendary/high medieval romance stuff and end with detailed rundowns of exactly how everybody got betrayed and died like that is what makes it real arthuriana to me and not just a silly show about a wizard

[the---hermit]

Not me adding annotations to a book to make it more accessible for my mom when she will read it

[alicentflorent]

“Valeryian steel armour felt like something Aegon the conqueror would have had from his time in old Valeryia.” - Ryan Condal

Guys.. who’s gonna tell him?