#writblr project

[starklyscifi]

Project Introduction

TitleThe Last Normal Night on Earth

Genre horror (adult)

The last normal summer of Brit Moss’s life was a shitty summer, so she didn’t even appreciate it. It rained constantly. She counted, and there wasn’t a single day of July where it didn’t rain at least part of the day.

The Last Normal Night on Earth is an adult horror novel about finding out that dealing with found family can be just as hard as dealing with your real family and the consequences of ending the world. Even if you (eventually) try to fix it.

We're in the drafting stage, so stick around for the whole story!

[arynneva]

wait do people read first person stories and think they're the ones in the story???

Saw people talking about not liking first person, which is fair, but their reasoning was like "I would not do that" and I don't understand that mindset.

First person stories are still about a character. A character making their own decisions. First person isn't about you???? At least I thought it wasn't. What am I missing? I've always seen first person as just a more in-depth look into a character's mind and stricter POV. Not as a reader stand-in.

[thepenultimateword]

Types of Confessions : Public Confession

CW: Murder

“I love you!”

For a moment, the entire street seemed to go quiet. Cameras whirred from behind blockades. Nervous feet scraped the asphalt as police shifted, attention briefly moving from Supervillain to the battered hero who had just thrust their way into the line of fire.

Supervillain could only stare, the edge of their knife pressed to the Director’s throat. Just a smidge more pressure, and he’d bleed like the pig he was.

But there was Hero, breathing hard, hair sweaty and ragged in their face, costume in tatters. Supervillain had sent several of the syndicate to hold onto them until this business was over, but apparently they didn’t compare to a legal power user when they really wanted something.

“Don’t do it,” Hero said, stumbling forward another step. They were bleeding through one leg of their leggings. “You do it, and every officer here shoots you down. Or they catch you and dissect your brain until they figure out what went wrong. Why you can still hurt people.”

Supervillain raised their brow. “And if I do stop? What? Mr. Director here forgets I ever threatened him?”

Hero took another step. “I made a deal. I-if you stop. We can leave. Together. They won’t stop you. You don’t have to be trapped in this city anymore. You don’t have hide.”

Supervillain could feel the director’s shoulders relax a little. He was confident that Supervillain would take this out. Exchange all his bitterness for a happy ending.

“This is my magnum opus,” Supervillain said. What I’ve built my career on. You want me to give it up?”

“I love you!”

“Why should that matter?”

Hero choked.

The director stiffened.

“This isn’t about me. This is about you. This is about us. And everyone this city exploits. And crushes. And pushes under the rug. This place is supposed to be some sort of powered utopia but it’s a scheme. And I like it better when I’m the one behind the curtain.”

“Please. Please I don’t want to lose you.”

Supervillain’s heart pounded. Hero’s words only now just soaking in. They didn’t make a difference. But they felt warm in their chest. Hopeful. Grateful. Regretful.

They might never get the chance to actually kiss them. To hold them. To go on a date with them. To tell—

They could do that part. They’d intended to never say it, but well…

“I love you too.”

“Supervillain…” Hero sounded pleading. They knew it wasn’t the sort of ‘I love you’ that expected longevity.

“We could always do both.”

“Supervillain, no wait— I don’t even know if I— This isn’t how—”

They gazed directly into Hero’s eyes. “Save me, my hero.”

Then they slit the director’s throat.

[dorian-wilde-writings]

Worried about losing access to important literature now that you have some dipshit running things?

Fear not! The Free Book access server is purely for that and that only! We’re working to collect as many free pdf copies as possible for anyone who may have limited resources to literature

Knowledge should never be a finite resource.

[limitlesswritingvoid]

WRITERS. IF YOU THINK PEOPLE DONT CARE ABOUT YOUR OCS, I DO. I CARE. I WANT TO WATCH YOUR OC EDIT. I WANT TO SEE YOUR OC ART. I WANT TO READ YOUR CHARACTER PROFILE. REBLOG THIS W/ YOUR OC STUFF AND TAG ME IN YOUR OC POSTS IF WE’RE MOOTS. I LOVE YOUR OCS‼️‼️

[chronicallydragons]

Alright, so, Tr*mp's no longer pretending to not know what project 2025 is and they're still planning to go full steam ahead into that. I'm on a mailing list for Authors Against Book Bans and for Every Library, both fighting against book bans, fighting against project 2025, and protecting libraries and the freedom to read. There are obviously a lot of other really really scary things in project 2025, but I know where to send people to sign petitions and how to email legislators to fight for our freedom to read and write and share. So, if you're in the US, could you please help us out by signing and sending the emails?

We've got a lot of work to do...

[akwardsilince]

Person A: "I know your weakness!"

Person B: "Who told you that I would fold like intricate origami for a pathetic, soggy cat, excuse of a villain?!"

Person A: "Hold. Pause. What--"

Person B: "YOU'RE MY WEAKNESS."

Person A: "PAUSE."

[sheilababi]

Sometimes home is a person 🤎

[waywardsou2]

@blakellyl so I saw your post about Voidwalker and Bob's golden eyes...

I submit this as a humble offering

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65760316

This is 4k words of voidwalker smut. I hope you enjoy

[projectgeminibooks]

Writblr Intro Post

I'm N.C. Zaversnick, which let's be real, is a pen name, but you can call me NC or some variation on that for short

I do have a partner in this project, but I'm the one y'all will be interacting with, so this intro will focus mostly on me. You can, however, follow Rachelle on Instagram @/panda.panduh.

Facts about me:

I'm a major (21+ years old)

Disabled

Queer as hell.

I use he/they pronouns.

I've been writing and drawing since I was 8. I also read a lot, mostly fantasy, though I started reading more dystopians when I began seriously working on Project Gemini.

You can follow my main blog @nczaversnick

Project Gemini is the [temporary] name for my book series, which I intend to publish someday. We're still working on book one, but we're currently planning four books in total for this series.

This is a link to the Master Post, where you will find more links to specific Project Gemini information. [Currently, this link goes to a master post on my main blog, but this will be remedied shortly as I move everything relevant over.]

In a very general sense, this is a YA dystopian series with queer characters aged 21+ with elemental based powers determined to fight for their rights or overthrow the government whichever comes first. The story follows Caspian, a water elemental, and his experience meeting this group and joining their cause. It's also worth mentioning that I've been told the world-building for this is a good example of cyberpunk. I don't know what that is, but if it's true, awesome, because it works well with the story I'm telling here.

To join my tag lists, click here and comment which list(s) you want to be added to

[illarian-rambling]

Shout-out to my four characters who hate the cold with every fiber of their fucking being, just like me fr

Mashal hates the cold because he's made of metal. You know what gets creaky in the cold? Metal. Bro's knees make a rusty door hinge sound every time he gets up and he hates it. Astra also won't let him touch her with his frigid ass hands.

Ivander hates the cold because of arthritis. His cartilage is disintegrated, reduced to atoms by the power of an angry god. His knees also creak like a rusty door hinge, but he's not made of metal, so it's somehow worse.

Elsind hates the cold because changelings just aren't built for it. The only insulation they have is a thin membrane layer separating the cytoplasm of their insides from the freezing outside. It is possible for them to start to freeze a little, causing their movements to slow, so they usually bundle up as heavily as they can. Unfortunately, they live in fantasy Svalbard, so tough luck.

Faalgun hates the cold because he's a 3'5", 40lbs lizard man. Yes, he's a dead lizard man, but ghosts feel whatever sensations their brain expects to feel, so when it drops below 60F, he's shivering. Colder than that and he'll probably crawl into someone's jacket just out of cruel necessity.

And me? I hate the cold just because. Give me 100F any day, just leave this frosty nonsense out of it. This post has been brought to you by it's 24F here now

[raineandsky]

#115

The villain slips out of sight, and civilians crowd the hero before they can think to follow. Several microphones materialise half an inch from their face.

“What does it mean for the city when villains get away like this?”

“Why is this villain so difficult to catch?”

“[Hero], this way!”

“[Hero]!”

They can see one reporter elbowing his way to the front of the crowd. He nudges his glasses up his nose awkwardly, a clipboard in one hand and a voice recorder in the other. He looks like an old school nerd, in a way.

He manages to wrestle his way to the front of the mob, miraculously. The hero isn’t convinced even they could do that. He clears his throat, adjusts his shirt against his neck, and presses a button on his recorder.

“What are your relations to [Villain]?”

The hero could’ve not spotted him and it would’ve been the loudest question of them all. Their gaze snaps to him traitorously before they can stop themself. He stands there expectantly, his voice recorder raised slightly towards them.

“My relation to them is that they’re a criminal,” they say carefully, a response well-practised, “and I am the person who will put them behind bars.”

That prompts a flurry of more questions, but the hero can only watch this one reporter. He nods, and they’re not sure if he’s trained to stay neutral or if he doesn’t believe them. Their stomach flips uncertainly.

“Can you really be the one to put them away if they keep evading you?”

The hero wants to smite him where he stands. They try to force a confident smile that probably looks more pained. “Then the victory will be all the sweeter when I finally catch them.”

“Are you helping them?”

There it is. The other reporters go quiet, curious. The hero’s aware they probably look like a cornered animal, but they can explain that away later. They were worried that the masses are losing faith in them, perhaps. They can throw a speech together tonight.

“Why would I be helping a criminal, sorry?”

“I’ve done some of my own research.” The reporter pushes his glasses up again as he looks down at his clipboard. “The villain’s getaway car looks alarmingly similar to yours.”

Another flip. Would it be bad to claim they have somewhere to be? They don’t have any answers prepared for this. The reporter’s watching them with an intensity that’s making them feel sick. Avoiding the question is worse, surely.

“It’s not my fault if [Villain] has impeccable taste.” They glance out over the sea of people, trying to seem distracted. Fuck it. Time to go. “Look, guys, I’ll answer everyone’s questions when I’m not actively chasing a criminal. Job first, interviews second.”

The hero flees like the fury of god is chasing them. They can feel eyes on them as they go, that little pain in the ass watching them the most intently.

They practically throw themself into their car, slamming the door like it’ll hide them from the outside. “Took you long enough,” the villain says from the backseat.

“Reporters,” the hero explains shortly. The villain hums thoughtfully.

“Always is.” The villain sighs, tearing their gaze from their phone and up to the hero. “What’s this week’s conspiracy?”

The hero turns the car on to ignore the question for a moment. “They think I’m working with you.”

The villain barks a laugh at that. “Can you imagine?” Their eyes turn back down to their phone amusedly. “A’ight, let’s get outta here.”

Gladly. The hero pulls out of the little alleyway, checking the streets for reporters, unexpectedly nervous, and onto the road. They always take the back roads like this. They don’t need any more reason for people to get suspicious. One reporter putting the thought in people’s heads is enough.

“Don’t get any ideas, by the way,” the villain pipes up after a bout of silence. The hero was quite content to listen to the rumble of the engine all the way back. “You work for me, not with me. Let’s keep it that way.”

The hero nods. The less they have at stake in this stupid little charade, the easier it’ll be to get the hell out at the first opportunity anyway.

[that-hippie-user]

i shall now coin a phrase.

CRAYON NECROMANCY

returning to long abandoned ideas and bringing them back as new art with your current skillset.

necromancy because you are reviving an idea once thought dead, crayon because of its association with Arts and Crafts, the art form practiced by juvenile artists.

these long abandoned ideas are, after all, likely from an entirely different point in your life, when you had a less experienced mindset creating them.

note, Crayon Necromancy does not necessarily change the core of what the idea was. in theory you CAN reboot an idea strongly enough to match your current sensibilities, essentially making a new idea in the process.

HOWEVER, a proper Crayon Necromancer should endeavor to hold true to the core of what their idea stood for.

you are trying to bring back the inspiration of your past self's art, try and understand their headspace while still bringing your own flavor to it.

what do you guys think, am i cooking here?

[kikuwaters]

All three of these ocs of mine have one thing in common;

These are Reapers

On my drawing of Macabre (x) @wildweirdly asked "Is a reaper a job title sorta thing, or do people get born as one? Do you have to die first?"

I can't say how excited I am to be asked about my story and the world state! The answer is a complex however, so I'll detail it out under the cut :>

Souls and Realms

To start, I feel I need to explain the concept of souls and life paths in my story. Souls are who someone is at the core. The type of soul you have depends on the realm in which you came. There are three realms in total.

Beings of Earth have Mortal Souls Those of Holy realms (Heaven and Hell) have Holy Souls And there's a third, large realm called the Reaper Realm. Reapers do not have a traditional soul

The Point of a Soul

In my story, a soul is a highly complex thing. Nobodies life is predetermined and they have many branches to take. As such, their soul is comprised of three parts; their past, their present, and their many futures. When a mortal soul has reached it's final path, it's collected by a Reaper.

The Reaper does not cause death, they merely aid in helping the soul move to the next plane of existence (be it Heaven or Hell). How a reapers job works is a closely guarded secret that is not shared to mortal or holy beings.

Reapers can see a beings soul, and can understand when it's getting closer to their final path. Reapers do not collect Holy Souls. This is a job for a higher being, known as the Arch Reapers.

Where do the Mortal Reapers come from

While there are many reapers, it is a finite position. There is only a certain amount of reapers allowed at any given time, and they have a sort of.. quota of souls they have to assist before their job is done.

When a reapers job is fulfilled, they'll be able to pass on. To do so, they must choose a new reaper. This new reaper must be a mortal being and the last of their blood-line (no more family, no descendants, etc).

After the right candidate is found, the reaper trades souls with them.

This gives the reaper the ability to die and move on, but it strips the mortal of any life choices. The newly chosen reaper is unaware that this decision was made for them, and they are now on a set path. They must die, and when they do, they will be taken to the reaper realm to receive their new role.

TLDR;

Yes, reaper is a job title but it's also a state of being. You aren't born, you're chosen for the role, and yes you must die to begin.

Thank you for asking :> While Reapers show up in several of my stories, their role is most prominently focused on in my story Project Infinity

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[nunyverse-scribe]

Behind every great writer, is a child who had no other sense of control in their life

[nczaversnick]

Alright y'all, I know I still gotta make a master post for Project Gemini but in the meantime I'm running this poll for which character intro to start with