#weiteblr

[wingedcatastrophe]

Anyone interested in a small group writing server/network that just. Continually runs like quarterly word crawls? I love word crawls sm, find them so helpful for motivation, and would love a group to run them with

[harrowitzer]

Love it when I'm like "why are you like this" and the reason is. Well. They're my character.

[chiefwritesbook]

Two clueless lovebirds go on a road trip to save the kingdom while the twin brother and adoptive daughter both act as a third wheel.

Can you introduce your WIP in one sentence?

[crackaddict55]

Just got the most random burst of energy and creativity to do some world building for my little cyberpunk universe in my head, I have art and story ideas but I have no time RAAAAAA

[oliviagordonwrites]

Back at it again at master's school! For this semester's workshop, we're doing weekly writing exercises - does anyone want to join me?

[deadby420]

“What was it? We all made one fatal choice that got us here.“ You looked at me, genuinely curious. You know everyone here did someone dirty. Made some massive mistake. “I made a pair of gorgeous golden brown eyes and a brilliant smirk my home.… I wasn’t ready for an eviction notice .” Was all I could say, even after all this time. I light another cigarette and thing of you.

[skeletal-remains-forever-typing]

Not long after they set out, they saw something black and agile darting around the trees in the distance.  The small winged creature soon made its way closer to Vivian.  It circled him a few times before landing on the dirt at his feet.  He knelt down to see that it was a peculiar pitch black butterfly, with no markings, and with wings that did not seem to reflect any sunlight, but rather radiate such a blackness that could not gleam.  Vivian felt an inexplicable connection to this little beast.  He couldn't describe it, and he certainly couldn't rationalize it.  It's not like he was fond of insects, quite the contrary, he was annoyed by their very presence, but this six-legged pest seemed... different to him.  

He reached out his hand and allowed the to black butterfly climb on. Once making contact with the bug he felt it was even more significant.  Something about it seemed to radiate power, as though even in its small size... it could slaughter men and topple empires. Vivian liked this butterfly, yes indeed.  Then, suddenly, it stung him.  There was a dull pain that ran up Vivian's arm and through the rest of his body, it built up particular density in his skull. Still, the butterfly didn't pose a threat to Vivian.   Even though it was hurting him, he felt no malice, no hatred from the creature.  It was benevolent energy running through Vivian's veins.  He still felt that they were connected.  Suddenly, his vision faded.

For a split second, blackness, just blackness and nothing more.  It felt like what death must feel like, a consciousness lacking a body, forever alone in a thousand mile void.  Soon the blackness dissipated into pale pink light.  Vivian found himself standing somewhere else, on a road that wound up a mountain of sharp rocks, with more mountains on the other ridge.  His arms were raised ritualistically to a sky dominated by a pink sunset.   A giant white hand motionlessly clawed at the mountains on the horizon.

Vivian couldn't move any of his limbs but somehow his vision shifted down onto his own body.  His clothes were soaked in blood.  He could feel it now too, warm and wet, and dripping down his body like it was crawling and alive.  He had a feeling this blood was not his own.  He had the strange sensation, it was what he could only imagine it must feel like to kill someone.  He loved it.

[sleepy-and-anxious]

Happy Weiteblr Valentines! I will admit I had not heard of your blog before I got your url, so I went sleuthing, so I could at least write you something meaningful, haha :) And I have to say you're one of the most friendly, kind, and a genuinely happy person when you interact with your followers, that I've seen on here, writeblr or not. Your funny, share good advice, and you answer asks with a sincerity that's rare, even if you don't know the answer. Thanks for being such a kind person :)

Ohmygosh 😭😭💖💖💖💖💖 this is the sweetest!! Thank you so much!!! This is so lovely and thoughtful asdfghjk thank you for coming to my blog (for the first time!) to give me such a lovely message ✨💗

[readalittle-writealittle]

A word on Nano

Nanowrimo starts next week and I know many of us are prepping. We’re outlining and setting goals and doing all the things we do to prepare ourselves.

But a reminder not to put too much pressure on yourself to complete 50k words. Do you know how hard that is to do? I remember last year during Nano @brynwrites and I encouraged each other but also reminded each other that our personal health comes first. And I needed that I needed swomone to remind me not to take everything so god damned seriously.

Nanowriomo is a writing exercise it’s a great challenge and can help you set goals for yourself, but I’ve seen it and done it myself we all get so caught up in “oh my god I have to hit 50k or I’ve failed” you haven’t failed even if you only write 100 words even if you only write one word you are that much closer to a completed work and come December 1st that work will still be sitting there waiting for you.

Enjoy Nano for what it is! Have fun! Reach out to other writers get to know them!

[anomaly00-archive]

AK Character Profile: AJ Longoria

AJ found that in the absence of him speaking, people would sometimes overcompensate and fill the dead space. That taught him a lot about who they were. 

TW: Violence, suicide

Abel Jay Longoria

18 years old

Born October 20th, 2022

Mixed- Caucasian and Hispanic

Gay

Born in Ventura, California in the fall of 2022, AJ’s early life was fraught with anxiety and constant arguing between his parents until they separated when he was five. Not even a year later, AJ’s life would be turned upside down when he and his mother, Anita, were brutally attacked in their apartment by  serial killer David Barnes(nicknamed The Painter by the press). Anita died on the scene and Barnes fled when neighbors approached the door, leaving AJ bound and bleeding on the kitchen floor. Shortly after hearing the news, AJ’s father, Donnie Kitsak, committed suicide.

After the attack that nearly killed the boy, AJ was left only with what hospital doctors would later relay to investigators as traumatic selective mutism- he refused to speak to detectives, hospital personnel, child services, or anyone else. Investigators eventually found his uncle, William Kitsak, and AJ was sent to live with him in town.

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[writing-and-nutmeg]

Lmao good idea i just did it. It’ll be up for a week. 😂

I won't rest until you have changed your name to weiting-and-nutmeg. Please do it. -Furioso

😂😂 As fun as that idea sounds, I think I’m going to keep my name as writing-and-nutmeg, simply so people don’t get confused.

Rest, my friend, rest. 😴

[cwritesfiction]

BLESS YOU.

“There was something appealing about a riddle that took time to unravel.”

@christinawritesfiction

I made a thing! I actually made multiple things, but I still need to touch them up, so have this mood board of Gabriel first (i mean, it is his birthday, so…)

(Also, if you guys don’t know what Shark’s eye is… You should. It’s amazing.)

[happyorogeny]

Hello! I could also do with having more weiteblrs to follow. I have one main WIP, Faehunter, about a monster hunter and a faeling uniting against a greater threat.

Hey! I am Kali, 23 yrs old, Brazilian, queer, and with a dashboard that is beyond dead. I would prefer that the people that interact with this post are 18+.

I am looking for more writeblrs to follow, so here are some things about my blog:

I write a lot of low fantasy, with various wips set in a world that mixes gods with the supernatural.

I also write romance [both monogamous and polyamorous], specially in the format of disconnected scenarios around my characters that I have been posting lately with a certain frequency.

And I also sometimes post about the books I bought, and might talk about my readings in the future.

The content I reblog tends to gravitate around writing, and things that inspire my writing.

Now, to actually word the content I'm seeking:

The general spectrum of writing posts - memes, advices, resources, etc.

WIPs involving engaging worldbuilding, or/and engaging characters, with plenty LGBTQ+ to go around.

And that's it; I prefer to write low fantasy, but I am willing to read stories of any genre.

So, please interact with this post if you have what I'm looking for, and feel free to talk about your blog and your wips in the reblogs.

Any boosting is appreciated!

[scottishhellhound]

Welcome!! I'm newer to the community myself, and everyone has been very welcoming so far.

The title of your WIP already has me Intrigued. What's it about?

So far my weiteblr experience has been to scream into the void about my triumphs or struggles. If people interact back, cool! If not I still celebrated/got it off my chest and that's helpful to me :)

New Writeblr

Hey, my dudes! I’m Quinn.

After debating with myself for a while, I finally started a writeblr!

About me: 

– I’m 16 years old – I’ve always wrote stories and poems, but I recently began to take my writing more seriously than I have in the past – I currently have one dystopian WIP titled “Taking Gods to War”  – I would appreciate any advice on how to writeblr because I’m completely lost If you’re a writeblr, I would love for you to reblog this so I can follow you!