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1, 10, 19, & 31 for the ask game pls? 💖

TAURIAAAA!!!! HI!!!!! 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

Which of your fics would you keep the basic plot of but rewrite completely?

ooh probably rooftops and bookshops. I really really really dislike the prose in it now that I've found more of a voice and I think the difference between that fic and my more recent stuff is so so blatant, but I do stand firmly by all of the plot points in that fic. That said, I'm not allowed to touch it because if I start I'll never stop, and I'd rather write new stuff than tweak the same old thing forever.

10. Top three favourite fic tropes.

Enemies to lovers, fake dating, amnesia!

19. Share a snippet from a wip without giving any context for it.

Bart’s halfway through peeling the first clementine, the sharp citrusy smell permeating the air over the odor of burnt rubber from the trash, when he looks up. His thumb digs in a little too hard, breaking through the rind and into the fruit, a few drops of the juice splattering up his wrist. Kon looks at him from the entryway, almost surprised to see him there.  Bart stares back. He's still angry from yesterday, and he doesn’t feel like pretending he isn’t.  It must be obvious on his face, because Kon's surprised expression melts into more of a resigned irritation, and he strides past Bart, taking the half-peeled clementine out of his hands.  “Why does it smell like that time Tim accidentally put a cutting board in the oven?” Kon asks as he grabs a mug from the cabinet, his voice gruff with sleep. Bart starts peeling a new clementine, and he’s done by the time Kon’s pouring his coffee. He starts another.  “Fucked up my sneakers yesterday. Had to throw ‘em out.”  “I thought you had that friction barrier thing or whatever,” Kon says. The way he phrases it like he doesn’t know what he’s talking about grates at him. Why can’t Kon just admit that he gives a shit? Bart shrugs instead of answering, glaring at the peeled fruit.  He separates out the segments of the ones he peeled, pulling off those stringy white bits as he goes. His leg is tapping so fast against the chair, the noise it makes sounds vaguely like the blades of a helicopter.  Kon sighs and sits down next to him, leaning his head on Bart’s shoulder. He puts the clementine he was holding down on the counter in front of them and Bart picks it up. As he’s about to start peeling it, Kon takes it out of his hands and puts it back where it was. When Bart picks up another one, Kon takes that too, putting it down next to the other one like he wants Bart’s full attention. A tight, annoyed noise works its way out of Bart’s throat, and Kon’s TTK worms around him, feeling like an arm around his shoulder even though both of Kon’s hands are on his mug. “I’m not sorry,” Kon says, his hands tightening around the mug. “Me neither,” Bart answers, still glaring at the fruit.

31. What was the most difficult fic for you to write (but in the end you made it)?

Definitely Rooftops & Bookshops, but only because of the "in the end you made it." Otherwise, I'd say Know Yourself, because I am struggling with that fic SO much right now. I'm struggling with writing in general right now but that fic specifically is giving me a very hard time. I do have faith that I will make it though, especially since it's all plotted out! I just have to. You know. Finish it.

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[moremysteries]

"In a way, there are more mysteries than tragedies"

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Hi hi! I'm an aroace trans man in a system that loves to write horror mysteries. Though I dabble in other genres depending on what a story needs. My works typically include morally gray characters, strangely cute monsters, and dark content, so make sure you read the content warnings before engaging with them. Some themes you can expect are light in the deepest darkness, heroes being worse than the villain, weirdcore settings, humans as the true evil, religious trauma, finding queer acceptance, and so on. I also litter my works with trans, plural, and aroace themes.

Important notes:

Why did I make a new blog, outside of wanting a fresh start? To be honest, my notifications were so broken that it made the decision easy. I do recognize that, one day, I'll have to accept having an account for a long time just means things will break, but this is not that day!

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An Optional BYF For Those Who Want It

This is a Litmus Test

Yep, let's talk about the whole "fiction effects reality" thing. When I use this phrase, what I am not saying is that violent media will make you violent, or that all stories should be squeaky clean with the purpose of teaching a moral. It's a recognition of how harmful feeding into stereotypes can be, and how certain framing contributes to the spread of harmful ideas. For example, a work that glorifies violence done by the military via painting the other side of a conflict as "pure evil". And let me be clear, a character glorifying their own actions is not the same as the creator glorifying their actions, nor are stories where everyone is evil or sucks encouraging bad behavior.

The takes, "writing about horrific things does not make you a bad person", and, "a creator framing a character's horrific behavior as justifiable, and others negative reactions towards it as unjustifiable, could be a red flag", in my opinion, can and should coexist. (Ex: B being painted as in the wrong for not seeing a trans individual as crazy, while A is painted as justified for doing so). I am against censorship and harassment, but I am not against thoughtful critiques or discussions about how we present certain ideas within our writing. Discouraging this makes it more difficult to discuss when harm is intended or accidentally done, and can be used to silence minorities when they ask for better representation. It also makes it harder to blow the whistle on bigots. Both the extremes that everyone who writes dark things condones them, and that no one who writes dark things ever condones them are not helpful. Which brings me to my main point.

TDLR: Framing is everything, and just because fiction isn't going to turn us into murder hobos, that doesn't mean it can't contribute to the spread of harmful ideas. Being against censorship does not have to mean being against thoughtful discussion or critique.

Your reaction to these paragraphs will let you know whether or not my writing is for you. I'm a neurodivergent who's addicted to nuance, and this shows in not only my stories, but also how I approach them. As I write them, I twist the struggles, perspectives, and experiences of the characters to end up with a complex web of considerations. There's nothing wrong with a story full of horrible people being horrible just for the sake of it, or a story full of violence just because, but those aren't the type of things I tend to write. I also often cover the perspectives of trauma victims and plural individuals to put out the representation I as one want to see.

If you dislike horror that takes an interest in examining and criticizing human behavior, this is definitely not the blog for you. But, if you think tackling questions such as how far the heroes can go before they become just as bad, or even worse, than the villain, themes of characters overcoming evil, characters like oddly soft demons, and settings like weirdcore societies meant to comment on American society, are interesting, then I think you'll enjoy my works.

TDLR: I write horror with a gushy center and with representation that is important to me.

[hirokiro]

Writing prompt I found via pinterest: Through a curse a knight is turned into a dragon. Fellow knights hunt him, believing he was killed by the dragon he has become. Dragons, aware of who he is, also hunt him, calling him an abomination. He is wounded and out of options. (I didn’t get to the dragons part but whatever. Not like there’s a strict rule about following a prompt.)

Wounded and exhausted, they more of crashed than landed in the small ravine. The hope was to elude pursuit long enough to get up a little strength and try to take flight again.

The knight-turned-dragon lay heaving for air, dripping blood from arrow wounds and slashes. Could they even get back up? How did this even happen? Why were they a dragon? They were a knight! Supposed to be killing an actual dragon. But before that could happen when it withdrew deeper into its home, they transformed themselves and everyone thought they were the real one.

“Hey! Oh thank goodness I found you!” came a voice from above. The Knight turned their draconic head and snarled. A hazy silhouette of a person looked down on them, backlit by the sky “Hey! It’s okay! I know who you are! You’re Knight!” they called, “Hold on, I know what to do! I know why you turned into a drag-!” They paused, both they and Knight pricked their ears at the sound of distant pursuit. “Shoot! Hope this works fast…” the person above muttered as they swung themselves over the edge and began scrambling down as quickly as they could.

Knight wasn’t certain what to think. Could be a trap, yet, this was only one person so far as they could tell. Just who, though? They weren’t one of the knights… maybe a mercenary? Or someone independent? Still, they didn’t trust whoever this was. There was a sword at their side and a buckler on their arm. Knight watched them through narrowed eyes. The last few yards the person slipped and fell. They cried out as they hit the ground and crumpled, rolling down the slope towards Knight. Knight was on them at once, pinning them down with a snarl. Looking down, they didn’t recognize this person for a moment, but as they stared into the wide frightened eyes, Knight began to remember. They were that young mercenary that came on the dragon hunt along with the others paid to aid the cause. Only there for the money, Knight had thought, and had looked down on the whole lot, there was no noble ambition for honor, glory, and to protect the realm, only the greed for payment. But then who was this risking his life apparently, and not for money, not even glory? The mercenary looked back, panting from the effort of the climb and the painful landing, “It’s okay. I know what happened. I-if it didn’t break when I fell, I have a potion of transformation! It’ll change you back!” Knight couldn’t quite believe what they were hearing and had to take it in. “I’m telling the truth! I know you took some of the treasure. I saw you! I tried to call out but it was too late. You must never steal from a dragon’s hoard before they’ve been killed! It’s like a curse!”

For some reason that was so outlandish Knight believed it on the spot. Who had been the one greedy for gold in the end? Knight let Mercenary go and Mercenary pushed themselves to a sitting position, quickly reaching for a bag on their hip. “Please please don’t be broke-yes!” Mercenary mumbled. Pulling out a glowing vial they held it up, “Take this. I know it’s small but it was all I could afford, so all we can hope is it works. If it doesn’t we’re both dead.” Knight lay down, feeling his exhaustion. They could hear the hunting party getting closer, practically on top of them. Mercenary pulled themselves over to Knight and poured the potion into their mouth. May as well take it.

The other knights hunting Knight looked over the edge, mercenaries pointed their bows as Mercenary shouted for them to wait. Looked like it was too late, Knight thought as they closed their eyes.

But the shouts changed from anger to shock. Knight opened their eyes to see the world looking larger than before. Mercenary was throwing their cloak over Knight. “It worked!” Mercenary sighed. Soon the two were surrounded by the hunting party. A healer was cleaning and binding Knight’s wounds. People were all talking over each other, amazed and confused, asking Mercenary what they had done, how they knew! Knight kept an eye on them, Mercenary was looking pale as they were helped up, favoring one foot. They must have twisted or sprained their ankle! Even in all that pain their only concern had been Knight! Knight couldn’t believe the mercenary’s generosity, looking on them in a light of gratitude. Knight needed to do something for them to repay them, but what could Knight even do? Nothing at the moment, they were wounded all over and barely able to move. But… they would think of something…

[author-ml-mckenzie]

A Snippet from Project Marilyn-Elizabeth #2

I was four when my parents left. Four, old enough to understand that I would never see them again, old enough to know that they would never come back for me, old enough to know that the home that they had built was gone forever but too young to understand why they had left me, too young to understand what revenge was,  too young to understand what suicide was or why people did it, too young to understand why no one knew whether my parents had died by chose or had been murdered, too young to understand why parents would want to leave me. 

[fectriestowrite]

I'm going to be posting this snippet a little earlier than I did last week as I'll be using the rest of my break bothering the family cat! But yes, here we have another snippet from the WIP under the working title Almost did doesn't count 😊 #writinglife #WIP #writingsnippet #prose #dialogue #writingcommunity #mywriting #myphoto https://www.instagram.com/p/CVA68vYIQ-I/?utm_medium=tumblr

[ladyangelsea]

💖𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝗢𝗙 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗢𝗦💖 Another piece for Writers Write Snippets! In this snippet, Neve tries to make a mosaic and it doesn't go to well! Lol 😅 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲 - 𝗡𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗧𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝗗𝗮𝘆 Chaos overtook the throne room. A drop cloth had scattered tiles strewn across it. I did not know why I decided to create a mosaic on my own. But, here I was, struggling and trying to get the pieces to stick. I wanted to cry as I watched all the tiles fall off the wall one by one. Frustrated, I let out a sigh. “Hey,” a familiar voice said behind me. I turned away and cringed, looking down at the mess I had made. My chin dipped down, and I curled my arms around my torso. I couldn’t bear to look at him. A deep blush spread across my cheeks. I cleared my throat. “Hey, what are you doing here?” “A little birdie told me you were attempting a tile mosaic on your own,” Ardit grinned. “I came to save you from your own creative destruction.” 💖💖💖 #nationaltileday #mosaicart #writingcommunity #writersofinstagram #writingsnippet #fictionwriting #creativewriting #authorlife #bookish #chaosart https://www.instagram.com/p/CpIumCTLfuz/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[atruebloodwrites]

Teaser Tuesday is today’s topic for Author August 21. This little snippet comes from the Adult Contemporary Romance book I’ve been working on for years. I hope to have news to share about it soon! 💛 #authoraugust21 #adultcontemporaryromance #romancereads #romancereader #romancewriter #writingsnippet #teasertuesday #smalltownromance #enemiestolovers #childhoodsweethearts #romancenovels #romanceauthor #contemporaryromance #contemporaryromancereads #contemporaryromanceauthor #writingabook #writinganovel #writersofinstagram #authorsofig https://www.instagram.com/p/CSZ4I8WJ_z4/?utm_medium=tumblr

[author-ml-mckenzie]

Teaser Tuesday #1 Project Marilyn-Elizabeth

We were avoiding the subject, I would be eighteen soon, the same age my mother was when she moved from California to London, the same age my mother was when she met my father, the same age she was when she fell pregnant with me, only four years younger than she was when she died, or was murdered.

[fectriestowrite]

WIP! Here is a small snippet from an introductory novel (that I'm a little more comfortable with) under the working title Almost did doesn't count. #WIP #writingsnippet #writingcommunity #mywriting #myphoto https://www.instagram.com/p/CU2yW5KgGNb/?utm_medium=tumblr