#writblr

[daily-prompts]

I’m sending Good Writing Vibes to anyone and everyone who needs them right now!!!

[the-bar-sinister]

"People mostly write and read very character driven, specific ship focused fic, because what most people want out of fanfiction is to focus on the romance between characters they're not getting in canon so they can soak in the vibes."

Yes, absolutely. And thank hell for all the authors who write character-driven, ship focused fic for us to soak in the vibes to.

But also…

thank hell for all the authors who write angst, whump, and hurt no comfort, for us to luxuriate in blorbo's hurt and pain and cry or cackle.

thank hell for all the authors who write cheating, love triangles and affairs for us to consume large quantities of popcorn to and yell 'oh no, they didn't'.

thank hell for all the authors who write case fic, mission fic, and intricate, plot-driven stories to replicate the feel of canon, when canon has stopped or gone wrong.

thank hell for all the authors who write 'fix it' fics when canon has betrayed us with bad vibes, plot holes and deaths.

thank hell for all the authors who write poly ships when what we need is just for everyone to get along and screw instead of screw up.

thank hell for all the authors who write gen fic when we're not interested in romance.

thank hell for all the authors in fandom, and all the wonderful, different kinds of fanfiction they write for us.

[rkmoon]

PSA: SAID IS NOT DEAD. Said is not an overused word you need to cull out of your drafts. Said is not the devil. Said is a dialogue tag that your reader's eyes glaze over, barely noticed, allowing your dialogue to shine. Allowing your characters to speak without the narration overshadowing them. Said is doing a wonderful, thankless job! Said is not dead, you take that back—

[novlr]

“One word after another. That’s the only way that novels get written.” — Neil Gaiman

[wormruleroftheruinsofbabel]

“New book”

[prevent-doctor]

https://margaret-307.suduso.com.cn/uj/quHGSX1

[akwardsilince]

Person A: "Ow-- Did you bite my tongue?"

Person B: "You piss me off."

Person A: "There are other ways to express that with less mixed signals!"

[the-ellia-west]

HEYO LOSERS

I'm too lazy for a poll

SO

Who wants me to go through my 4-year-old TCOT very first very original drafts?

And also my stack of papers that's got stuff from like t0 different WIPs ranging from written last year to like 6 years ago?

WHO WANTS TO SEE MY OLD EMBARRASSING STUFFF???

(Reblog or comment if you do :])

Requirement is like 25 people? - and I'm going to @ everyong who helps

@oliolioxenfreewrites @friendfromdsmp @thepeculiarbird @corinneglass @phoenixradiant @sunflowerrosy @kia-is-poisoned @rivenantiqnerd @aestheic-writer18 @ryahisbored @nkikio @somethingclevermahogony @mjparkerwriting @sl-vega @darkandstormydolls @agirlandherquill @baconandeggs-25 @alnaperera @fantasy-things-and-such @ajgrey9647 @aalinaaaaaa @cybercelestian @danielleitloudernow @illarian-rambling @idunnobutliaiscool @jeremy-no @fandom-pits-dweller @katwritesshit @smudged-red-ink @sunnyjustice @thelazywitchphotographer @pastellbg @louudthoughts @bigwipscholar @killingthemoon84 @attemptingwriter @purplehandshumanfeelings @bluberimufim @artsandstoriesandstuff

[rwac96]

Does Pyrrha send pictures of herself and Jaune having fun in the after party to her rivals? Like a stamp that she is best girl.

(previous post)

Weiss: *exhales* "She did..."

Bleiss: *far away* "THAT BITCH!!"

*Bleiss knocks over random objects, then throws a plate against the wall*

Weiss: "It's been Hell here."

Noel: *blue-eyed* "Strangulation...Cremation...Disembowelment..."

Neptune: "WEISS! She's doing that thing again!"

Shallot: "SLAP! HER!"

Neptune: "I'm not slapping a doe-eyed, cute angel like Noel!"

Tifa: "...I'm seriously failing what Weiss sees in you."

Neptune: "Can ya not--!?" *gets pushed by Noel, letting out a 'manly' scream*

Horologium: *has Lucy inside his compartment* " 'I'm not coming out until you guys calm Noel down,' she screams in distress."

Noel: "Immolation...Evisceration...Flaying..." *gets slapped by Shallot*

Korra: *holding Ryuko back* "How about helping us out here?!"

Jessica: *holding Satsuki back using her ring, with Shantae, who's in elephant form again* "Seriously?! You two get right back to fighting each other?!"

Shantae: *groaning, using her porcine nostril* "C'mon, knock it off!"

Ryuko: *struggling* "TAKE THAT BACK! I AIN'T IMMATURE!!"

Satsuki: *struggling* "THEN RETRACT YOUR 'BUSHY-BROWS' REMARK!"

Weiss: "...I need an aspirin."

[daddiesdrarryy]

Every day I wake up and come up with more wips I can’t finish

[datemidelveleno]

Mi basterebbe anche solo una notte.

[ceramicteapot]

you lay in your bed and watch everyone move ahead, get better. they’re better sons, better daughters, better students, better employees, better siblings.

and you’re just you.

and how do you make peace with that? how do you close the gaping hole in your chest and tell yourself that it’s okay. that it’s okay if you’re not the best. that even if the world tells you it’s a competition, it’s not. things happen for all of us differently.

how do you convince yourself that you’re not intrinsically flawed and doomed to be mediocre?

so you sit up, make the short walk to the sink, feel the cold water glide across your palms and wash your face. life doesn’t have to be like this. maybe there’s something else out there for you. maybe you’ll get better in time too.

[rkmoon]

I am not staring at nothing. I am not not writing. I am percolating. I am conceptualizing. It is starting to take form in my head... slowly. When I am ready, I will pick up the pen. Or the laptop I guess.

[raineandsky]

#111

tw: implied violence

The hero stumbles back, like they can put distance between them and their mistake. They can do that physically, sure, but they know this evening is going to bury itself into their mind in a way they’ll never escape.

“[H– Hero]…”

Another stagger away. They can’t escape this, not really, because they know they have to do the right thing.

“Please…”

The superhero would love this. The hero can practically see the scene—dumping a villain at their feet, defended, defenceless, harmless. The superhero would love it. The hero should want it.

The villain is dying. They know that much. They’re laying on their side, their chest rising and falling in short, desperate breaths. Their brow is knitted slightly, like this is all confusing, like they don’t quite understand. The hero doesn’t understand either.

A choke of a cough leaks from the villain’s mouth, their face creasing like the action is wrong somehow. “It—” A short breath, barely enough. “It hurts…”

“I know,” the hero says without thinking.

They’ve no doubt it does. Blood is painting the villain’s clothes, a crimson halo slowly melding into the concrete underneath them. What has the hero done? What have they come to?

They take another mindless, horrified step back.

“[Hero].” The hero doesn’t like it. Too frail, too close to an inevitable edge. “Please don’t– don’t leave me here.”

They won’t; of course they won’t. They have to take the villain somewhere. A hospital. A jail cell. Somewhere.

The hero steps back towards the villain, towards their mistake, towards the future of their job, their life, everything.

“It’s okay, [Villain].” The hero tries to make their words soothing. They wonder if the villain can hear the fear leaking through their voice. “I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”

They card a hand through the villain’s hair for a moment before turning their eyes to the hell they’ve caused—it’s bad. The villain’s not going anywhere painlessly.

The hero carefully pulls them upright, and the villain makes some involuntary, agonised sound that will dig into the hero’s mind with the rest of this evening for years to come.

Their mind is made up. They have to do the right thing.

They whisper one last promise in the villain’s ear, position their hands under their arms, and pull.

[helpallthenamesaretakenblog]

Enjoy this random poem I wrote in school!

They'll stand between night and day,

And wish for a home where their heart'll stay

And I shall say:

We were born travellers, born to roam;

No town or city my whole heart'll hold.

No land my feet will belong,

As long as they move along,

Past the fires in many a warm hearth:

In this one land that we call Earth.

[akwardsilince]

Person A: "You don't want to mess with me."

Person B: "I messed with the last person who said that to me."

Person B: "They were no longer able to say anything after that."