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[loveelizabeths]

love elizabeth s.

[bi-dykes]

YA novel covers

[bunnis-monsters]

I am so tired of answering the “ERM… you’re using puppy hybrid… does that mean the character is a child!?” questions, because obviously no, and you haven’t been in kink spaces long enough to know that’s a stupid question.

Pup and puppy are terms of endearment, especially when used in pet play, and I much prefer the term “puppy hybrid” over “dog hybrid”.

Like check the puppy hybrid tag and then check the dog hybrid tag, the puppy hybrid tag is way more popular because that’s the preferred term.

Pls stop asking this question because I’m just gonna block everyone else.

[hellaverse-reimagined]

Stairways AU Alastor: Meet

Adonis Crowley

DOD: died at 47 in the late 1930s-early 1940s

Ethnicity: Black Louisiana Creole

Demon Type: shifter - wolf-type (based on the Rougaraou)

Agenda: Gather 666 Soul Contracts or find a way out of his deal with The Gambler. 

Backstory: Envied by his elders in the entertainment industry for his youth and effortless charm at the start of his career, he was fired from his first radio job. While storming off to process and cool off, he had the misfortune to run into a Crossroads Demon called The Gambler. The Gambler offered him endless fortune in exchange for his soul. Adonis, at the time, didn't believe in the supernatural, and thought it better to humor this possibly dangerous stranger than refuse. It's still unknown what would have happened if he had, but that was the moment Adonis was set on the road to Hell.

His Deal: The Gambler granted Adonis power over fortune - luck. In life, he could will lucky events into being, but in turn, he had to mark others for Bad Luck equal to his act of Good Luck. If he didn’t, the bad luck would come back to bite him later. If he willed a lucky money encounter, someone he marked would be short some change. If he willed a lucky chain of events to meet a goal (say, secure his own Radio Show), someone he marked would have an unlucky chain of events that rendered them bankrupt or destitute. And if he saved his/someone's life... Those marked would end up dead. As Adonis' luck wore thin and he spent more energy willing himself to safely make it out of tricky encounters, more people he marked would die. One day, he used his Luck to save someone, and forgot to mark someone else for misfortune. This was his undoing. 

Cause of Death: Redirecting his good luck onto another person without marking a target for bad luck resulted in Adonis having the Worst luck in his life - an out of control, speeding vehicle came out of nowhere and crashed into him, breaking several bones, ribs included, resulting in enough internal bleeding to kill him before he could get proper medical care.

Powers in Hell: Adonis lost the power of good fortune at death, but he can still mark others for Bad Luck, which can make battling him without incident very difficult. 

Conjuration: Adonis can fabricate/manifest matter into thin air.

Teleportation: if Adonis passes behind a larger object that obscures his view even partially (ex: a street light) he can appear somewhere else within 120 feet. 

Transformation: Adonis is a shifter who can transform into a giant, bipedal Black Wolf with extreme strength, sight, and speed. He can assume the form of any stage of the transformation, except full Human. The closest to human he can get still gives him pointy black ears, a fluffy tail, and a small black nose, which gets him mistaken for a Black Cat. He leans into this, as he personally prefers cats to dogs, and it makes people underestimate his power. (He doesn’t like using his full wolf form unless absolutely necessary, however. Brute force is so unbecoming of him.)

Deal Maker: Adonis can make deals with sinners in exchange for their souls. However, he only has these souls on loan, as once he gathers 666 souls total, they will all be sent to The Gambler in exchange for Adonis's own soul. 

Boons: Adonis can give Boons to those he deals with, if they can convince him to include them in the terms of his deal. Adonis usually will only offer a one-time favor, but as a master of Shadow, he can offer boons such as minor supernatural powers, such as strength, speed, heightened senses, and other dark magicks by trading sinners supernatural, shadowy trinkets in exchange for their souls (which he can conjure out of shadow whenever he wants). The catch is that as soon as these items leave the user’s possession, they will disappear. This ensures that no one else gets a hold of Adonis’s power. 

Darkness Manipulation: Adonis can turn out lights at will, or shroud an area in magical darkness where only he and those Cursed by The Gambler can see inside. He can also shape darkness into weapons and minions to do his bidding. The minions look like 3-D shadows, shaped like other demons. He can manifest many little shadow demons to a handful of bigger shadow demons to one huge shadow demon. He believes these are the Shadows of Demons under the Gambler's employ. Adonis controls these Shadow Demons with a psychic link, but if he is knocked out, the link tethering the shadows is broken, and they will dissipate.

Shadow Demon Abilities: (depending on Shadow Demon Type) flight, shadow claws, supreme strength, agility, immunity to physical damage, shadow claws, energy beams, swimming, swarm/pack tactics, Necrotic damage from attacks, Quick Retreat/dodge, stretch, form change/manipulation, duplication, fusion, etc

Likes: his mother, Niffty, Mimzy, and Rosie (he is a ladies' man) black coffee, good luck charms, bringing "deserving" sinners misfortune,  tricking people into Deals, fine tailored suits, Classic Radio + his Radio Show, correctly guessing the culprit in mysteries, hiding information/keeping secrets, hot gossip, manipulating others, dancing, singing, being mysterious, being feared, spicy food, cats.

Dislikes:  Dogs, having bad luck, sweets, Husker, Rita, Susan, the Vees (and most other Overlords), tactless/classless people, Brutes + using brute force, getting his hands dirty, filth, bad smelly smells, sexual advances, television + modern technology, bland food, getting wet, feeling weak/powerless, crass humor, children.

Bonus Adonis dodging one of my Charlie's hugs (I'm still working on her design ///)

Thank you for reading!

[writers-potion]

this is a little hyper specific lmao but i was wondering if you have any advice on writing a pov character being mysterious? tyyy

Writing A Mysterious POV Character

Thanks for the question!

Here are some characteristics that I think makes a POV character "mysterious"

The reader is not meant to understand everything the POV character says, describes or alludes to.

The POV character actively holds off information from the readers either because (1) it's hard for them to talk about it or (2) they don't think it's important, somehow.

They reconstruct the narrative in the way they perceive it, not following the chronological order of events and often providing piecemeal information that only (if ever) comes together at the end.

The POV character simply has a wholly different perspective that a human reader will have difficulties understanding (i.e. story told from an animal or alien's POV)

I think the best way to portray this is to provide examples, which I think qualify as mysterious narrators. Note that not all mysterious narrators are unreliable narrators, although they could be. Here are the selected narrators and a few extracts for illustration purposes, divided by loosely defined subcategories (there can be overlaps!):

Incomprehensive Jargon & Allusions

Given that you can do this without boring or genuinely pissing off the reader, using lots of jargon, making allusions to things your target audience will probably not know to create atmosphere can be effective.

I recommend having a strong thematic core to justify all that jargon and reference, though.

Richard Papen from <The Secret History> by Donna Tartt

The characters talk and make references to Greek/the Classics. Arguably, it is not "incomprehensible", but the entire book is tirelessly full of them and unless you are a scholar in a related field, very unlikely to know all the Greek/ancient works being referenced all the time.

by M.L.Rio

Interesting style where the characters talk and even think in Shakespeare. They literally quote lines from Shakespeare to talk to each other. Not as difficult to follow as <The Secret History>, given that these are q famous plays (Hamlet, Macbeth, etc.) but it certainly adds well to the mystery at the heart of the book's plot.

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Witholding Information

Have your narrator subtely refer to a large event in their past (a murder, a traumatic memory, etc) but never telling the reader upfront, making them only make implied guesses.

The only reservation I would have for this option is to not annoy the reader by letting them know the narrator has information, but is somehow not telling them. It would help to have a clear reason for them to not talk about it: e.g. they haven't accepted the past themselves, they're too scared to talk about it, etc.

by Eliza Clark

In here, the narrator has killed someone in the past - a fact that only becomes kind of clear at the end. Even then, the murder is never referenced because this narrator has some serious mental issues, but when you look back with this knowledge at the end of the book, her behavior starts making more sense.

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Reconstructing the Narrative

Don't go in chronological order. Use time skips, or invent a new system for the narrator to arrange their memories and thus, retell the story. This gives the narrator power over the narrative because they've seen the whole thing play out, but the readers are getting bits and pieces, trying to get the puzzle pieces to fall together.

Other options:

POV character has amnesia

POV character has dementia

Using narrative interruptions that are in a completely different style (can work for 3rd person, look at Olivie Blake's work referenced below)

Olivie Black's <Alone With You in the Ether>

Using screenplay-like interruptions to the narrative that limits the reader's access to the characters' minds. Also creates interesting tone.

Kim Youngha's <Diary of the Murderer>

[I don't have pictures for this because I only have the Korean version....but really worth mentioning]

Here, the narrator has dementia and cannot fully remember the murders he has committed in the past. He is also an unreliable narrator who can only remember things in bits and pieces - thus the typical chronological order is interrupted.

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"Non-Human" Perspectives

Give yourself a narrator that is not human, or is "dehumanized" in some way (lack of emotion, inability to relate to others, etc.) to view the entire world from a perspective not often experienced by the average human.

Death as a narrator from <The Book Thief> by Marcus Zusak.

Zusak inserts these little "pronouncements" or "interruptions" to the narrative and the calm but transcending tone constantly raises questions.

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Do note that the overall tone of the novel contributes significantly to how the narrator comes across to the readers. Many of the works above also deal with "reality vs. unreality" as a theme, which is augmented by the use of a mysterious narrator that prompts the reader to challenge

Hope this helps, Happy writing :)

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[azukanacrown]

“About my promised treasure”

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Golden Cheese Cookie scoffed at the idea, looking down at Burning Spice Cookie, who was sloppily kneeling before her. A sardonic smile playing at his lips and a mocking glint in his eyes. This had been his 100th plea by this point, for another fight, of course. Their time in Beast-Yeast had been… eye-opening, at least for Burning Spice. After their last battle, where she had left his body crumpled under rock and dust, he had been MIA for several months. Only to recently have popped up with even more passion than before, but not for vengeance—oh no. He yearned for nothing more than Golden Cheese’s dedicated attention, he followed her everywhere she went and where he kept appearing from, who knew, but it was becoming excessively bothersome. She was far too busy, and he had nothing better to do.

It felt like every other day, every other hour at worst, that he was in her business. Asking when they could fight, when she was done being busy. Hell, he even started offering to help her with her duties if it meant she could get more free time. It was difficult to believe that this was the same beast that had stolen her Soul Jam and torn off her wings not too long ago. Unfortunately, it was more difficult to forget.

“Well, do we have a deal?” She couldn’t fight the eye roll at the sound of his deep, gruff voice.

“And what could you possibly offer that would convince even a decent answer from me?” She crossed her arms, resting on one hip.

He smiled. “Well, your Radiance,” she shivered at the way those words fell from his tongue, “you wouldn’t want me to spoil your surprise, would you now?” He stood up. “But, if you were to grant me a worthwhile battle, I shall leave you be till my boredom once again becomes… unmanageable. And of course, you’d earn a new treasure for your hoarding.”

Golden Cheese Cookie exhaled, giving it some thought. “Hm, I’m still not so convinced. You get bored the second my eyes leave your visage.”

He laughed, running a chill down her spine. “Right you are, but I swear on my Soul Jam, I will truly leave you alone. For a little while. I promise.” Holding a hand to his Soul Jam he bowed ever so slightly. Though she still wasn’t sure she could trust him with that sly grin on his face. But some time without his hovering would be ever gracious and were he to pop back up early, she could probably find some time in her schedule to send him off again.

“Fine. Let’s make this quick, I have much more important matters to attend to.” Taking her spear from her back, she dusted off a few strands of her hair from it. “But first, some ground rules.”

He raised a brow at her. “Oh? Afraid I’ll tear your wings off again?”

Her grip tightened on her spear, she glared at him. “We are not battling to kill; this is but a… friendly spar.” Gesturing with her spear, she pointed towards the colosseum. “And we shall fight in there, so you best be careful with your rabid swinging. That’s worth centuries of history and I don’t need to rebuild it again. Furthermore, I don’t want even a chipped nail by the end of this, and certainly no plucked—”

“Yes, yes, I understand. Your figure shall remain intact, and unscathed. Besides, I wouldn’t want to ruin such pretty wings again. Although, they would make a pleasant trophy above my bed.” A sharp smile stretched across his face. She opened her mouth to snap at him, but he raised a hand, stopping her. “I’m joking, of course.”

She turned from him, crossing her arms over her spear. “Tch, you best be.” Why over your bed of all places? Golden Cheese fought the urge to ask, instead side eyeing him suspiciously as he made his way to the colosseum.

He stopped to turn back to her. “Hm, are you having second thoughts?”

“Course not, I’m just letting you enjoy the scenery.” Keeping her distance, she followed behind him.

Parmesan delicately dusted the air around them, the sun heating up the sands so hot any regular cookie would’ve long passed out from the intensity. The two stood at either end of the arena, the difference in enthusiasm being notable. Golden Cheese Cookie positioned herself, pointing her spear at him while Burning Spice continued to watch her.

“Well, are you ready? Is this a battle or a brawl?” she shouted at him.

He held his arm out before him. “Patience, Little Bird, I was just enjoying the scenery, as you put it. Although I wouldn’t mind either one.” With a snap of his wrist appeared his parashu, he closed his eyes taking a deep breath in. He started to laugh; Golden Cheese shifted her feet uncomfortably in the burning sands but remained otherwise still.

“Ready.” His eyes shot open, and in that moment, Golden Cheese Cookie felt paralyzed. The only thing her mind could see was his dizzying gaze, those terrifying eyes. In but a second, he was behind her swinging the flat side of his axe against her back.

She spiraled forward, her body dragging against the parmesan desert. By the time she stood back up, he was already upon her. Jutting her spear forward, she countered his downswing redirecting his blade into the ground. With a quick twist of her arm, she smacked him across the face with the other end of her weapon making a vaguely bird-shaped imprint on his cheekbone. He only chuckled at the blow. She cringed at his masochism.

Dust swirled around them as the two fought. Their blades singing unpleasant notes each time they met. Golden Cheese Cookie could feel the sweat threatening to drip off her thin brows as she did her best to evade Burning Spice’s wild swings. A deep scowl etched her face, a mirror to his crazed smile and hungry eyes.

“Lighten up, Pretty Bird,” his deep voice slipped between the loud tangs of their weapons. “I hate to see such a spiteful expression on your lovely face.”

She knocked his axe away from her and attempted to kick out his leg, which he easily dodged. “Tch, I don’t want any compliments and certainly not any from you. Keep your mouth shut, you’re getting sand in your teeth.” He chuckled at her remark, heartily this time.

“As you wish, your Radiance.” Taking a moment to bow to her, he paused his vicious assault.

She groaned. “And stop that.”

They fight from sun-up to sun-down, the cool air a very mild relief from the incredibly long and still ongoing fight. Internally, Golden Cheese Cookie sighed. Perhaps she should just call it quits and let him win so she could get this over with. She couldn’t even imagine how much valuable time had gone to waste from this battle alone. And to think he will likely only want more and more after this, if it wasn’t a direct hindrance to her goals, she would’ve appreciated such greediness.

Distracted, she was slow to block an attack from his axe instead bounding into the air to narrowly escape his swing.

“Get back here!” He grabbed her wing sending a painful shock through her body. Her eyes widened and her back muscles tensed as he pulled her down onto the sand, tearing the wind from her lungs.

Mounting her, he held her down with the length of his axe, her small arms barely enough to keep his weight off of her. Small tears pricked at the corner of her eye as phantom pains burned at her shoulder blades and the dust filled her lungs in shallow, quick breaths. Burning Spice Cookie started to laugh, pressing his weight down even more.

“Hah ha! Looks the winner is clear this time. Do you yield, Little Bird?” He waited for an answer, before slowly he began to notice her terrified state. “Little Bird?” Just barely did he lean up, relieving her from his massive size enough for her to slam her knee deep into his gut. He cringed, retracting from the blow only for sharp knuckles to connect with his nose.

Burning Spice Cookie toppled off of her, crumpling from the unexpected combo. Golden Cheese Cookie quickly rose and slammed her heel into his stomach earning her a deep groan.

Pointing the tip of her spear at his throat, she took her victory breaths in heaves. “Do… you yield?” She asked, slightly breathless.

Still grimacing, he snarled threateningly but in a flash his axe shattered and dissipated. He laid his head back down in the coarse sand shutting his eyes. “Tch, you win this time, Birdie.”

With a humorless chuckle, she stepped off him. Allowing him space to get up, she checked her hands before gasping dramatically.

“You mindless brute! I said not even a chipped nail.” She ran her fingers over the coarse end of her otherwise perfectly manicured nail.

Dusting himself off, he paused to look at her. “What?”

He took a step back as she shoved her hand in his face, showing him the damage he’d caused. “Look! Look at what you did!” she continued to ramble on and on about how she was going to fix it and other things Burning Spice Cookie didn’t really care about nor understand.

“Whatever it is, it better make up for this. And my time you’ve wasted. And all the time you’ve been bothering me. So, what is it?” Using her spear as a mirror, she checked her appearance doing her best to clean up her hair and makeup.

“Hm?” He had spaced out watching her groom herself.

Golden Cheese snapped her head towards him, her deep scowl that he was far too familiar with making its return. “Hm—? I’m talking about my promised treasure, obviously.”

“Ah, right.”

Standing there in total silence, he remained deep in thought. The moon had already started to peek from behind the pyramids and the numerous torches of the colosseum had already lit themselves, draping the fighting grounds in a dreamy hue.

“You don’t have anything, do you?” As always, she crossed her arms.

“Hold on a moment.” He stared at her hand.

“Why you—!” she clenched the air, making what can only be described as a frustrated, silent scream, “—liar, you’re such a selfish, idiotic, brute! First you pester me for months, then you waste my time, now you’ve—”

“I said just a moment!” He shouted, quickly she hushed down but continued to glare at him a heavy pout on her face. With a small sigh, he turned back to her, knowing he had no other choice. “Close your eyes.”

“Why?” She eyed him suspiciously.

“I’m not going to do anything to you,” he glimpsed at her wing, “I do not lie, so I mean it when I say I will not ruin your wings, or anything else of your beauty.”

“You ruined my nail.” She huffed.

He smiled. “Close your eyes.” With another huff she did as she was asked. Gently he took her hand and inspected the “ruined” nail. He hovered his hand over it.

Cool metal touched her fingertip, and she stiffened in his hold. The coolness slid further up her finger, wrapping itself around it, before the familiar feeling of a metal chain dangled itself over her knuckles and fitted against her wrist.

“You may look.” The sound of shuffling sand following a heavy thump as he sat down.

Look she did, eliciting a shocked gasp as she inspected his work. A golden claw ring now covered the broken nail, it cascaded in pointed layers each being lined with small diamonds along the center. Each layer was intricately designed, looking like lace spun from gold. From the last cascade a small, but thick and weighty chain hung, wrapping its way around her wrist where more diamonds dangled like charms.

Facing away from her, he watched the surrounding flames flicker and dance in the soft, warm breeze of the night. “It isn’t much, I know. I’ve been… unaccustomed to making, let alone jewelry-making for a long time. If there is something else, you’d rather—”

“No, it’s beautiful.” It took her a few minutes of admiring before his words processed in her mind. “You are… still capable of creation…”

A boisterous laugh boomed from him. “Of course I am, but there’s no fun in that… not anymore.” She watched him as he continued to avoid eye contact. Sighing deeply, he stood up.

“I will leave you be then, Little Bird.” He bowed one last time, giving her a less malicious grin than usual. “I must thank you; I quite enjoyed our little dance.” He began to walk away but stopped when she spoke.

“I would hope so, because I expect you back here same time next week.” Confused, he turned to her, arms again crossed as she watched him.

“What?” He raised a brow.

A smug look crossed her face as she took in her new accessory with great pleasure. “You’ve heard my demands, and as the victor and as your Queen, you’d best be here on time.”

Burning Spice Cookie laugh quickly dialed down when he realized she was being serious. “What is this? I believe I remember you calling me a waste of time.” She held her hand out, enjoying how the torches’ lights glittered across the ring’s several diamonds.

“Well, yes, but let’s just say I’ve had a change in heart. For I am as kind as I am powerful—and beautiful, and smart.” For once she gave him an earnest smile, surprising him. “And thus, in exchange for my generosity, I expect you here next week early morning. Deal?” She reached out her newly decorated hand, a smug look on her face.

He exhaled shaking his head but couldn’t help the smile as he met her gaze. “It’s a deal, Golden Cheese Cookie.”

ᴀ/ɴ.

Iᴅᴋ ᴡʜʏ ʙᴜᴛ I ᴊᴜsᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ғɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ 🤷‍♀️. I ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴏʀʏʟɪɴᴇ, I ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ sᴏᴍᴇᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴏғ ᴀ ʟᴏɴɢғɪᴄ ɪᴅᴇᴀ ʙᴜᴛ I ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ sᴇᴇ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴᴏɴ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇs ʀʀʀɢʜʜʜ—!

[daily-prompts]

Do you think you could give some non lethal curse ideas that aren't amnesia? Please and thank you!

Oh you got it!!

1. Sloth- your character can’t gather much motivation to do anything, and when they do, they have to go at half speed

2. Dry - your character can’t touch water, or anything wet.

3. Nameless - your character can never say or write their own name ( or any name they want to give themselves). They must be introduced by someone who already knows it.

4. Uncanny- your character is real, but anyone who meets or sees them perceives them as being in the uncanny valley.

5. Overwhelm - your character can now not control their emotions, everything the even slightly feel is overwhelming and all consuming, anger, joy, love, fear, it’s all the most intense level of feeling they have.

6. Bad Liar - your character can’t lie. Well they can, but no one will ever believe them. Any level, at any point they must tell the truth, or they’ll be found out.

Hope some of these help! If none of these appeal, try the inverse of them ( can’t touch anything dry, can’t tell the truth, no emotions at all). You can also take inspiration from other places, there’s the classic vampire and wearwolf curses, there’s also a lot of inspiration in anything mildly annoying but not life threatening. Also remember the attitude makes the curse! If your character hates it, then it’s a curse.

[the-ellia-west]

Hey writers!

I will write 10 words in book 2 for every note this post gets by May 10th

Limit of 5 comments >:]

I'll also accept suggestions in the comments or Reblogs, Book 2 is a Kasi Book but has the beginnings of Viasaki and Kila's Arcs ,and a light bit of Marril and Shyre's

It also focuses a bit on Chrin's Arc, which unlike the twins, hasn't started in Book 1

[chorusofcrows]

NINE.

"I can arrange the chairs together. I'll sleep there." Hero offered, turning away from the bed.

Villain scowled, "No need. I'm taking first watch, I'll wake you up in three hours and we can switch. Besides, I need a shower."

Hero laughed, "Watch, really? Afraid the monster under the bed is going to come get us?"

Villain looked at the bed for a solid moment, "I wouldn't be surprised."

Hero sighed, "But three hours? How am I supposed to get my beauty sleep in three hours? Besides, by the time it's my turn for watch, I'll be too tired to watch out for anything! We're in a motel, it has secerity!"

Villain scoffed, "You mean the three security cameras on this entire property? Two that are actually working?"

"No one followed us! You're so paranoid!"

"The more you argue the more it sounds like you want me to cuddle you to sleep." Villain sneered, "I'll take full watch, you can get your beauty sleep, though I doubt you need it. You'd still be beautiful torn to shreds and worn to exhaustion."

Hero was far too flustered to complain, much less sleep that night.

[logophilist1982]

Dark Academia season

[mentalnote1]

Painful Death - Poetry

I will never again

Allow myself to feel 

The pain

Of being

Out of love

I won’t die

Ever again

Such a painful death

[loveelizabeths]

love is what we choose to remember.

love elizabeth s.

[athenadire]

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[bunnis-monsters]

Today is one of those days that I really dislike being a writer.

I remember the bad experiences I’ve had in fandom writing. I do more original stuff now, but I had a low-key stalker follow my account for years sending nasty threats because I blocked them and didn’t continue the story they liked.

Authors are human beings. We cannot create in an environment that is toxic to us.

Honestly it’s depressing, I want to write for my favorite anime characters and such, but every time I do I fear that I’ll be attacked by crazy fans.

Even the character I love with my whole heart makes me feel sad when I start writing about him, remembering how nasty people can be over fictional characters.

If a writer doesn’t finish a story or blocks you, move in with your life. It is genuinely not that big of a deal.

[puckofparis]

one of my favorite things about writing is the way that I can see myself meeting me goals in a more tangible way. A few weeks ao I felt like I was struggling to even write a few hundred words, and today I wrote an exposition that was almost as long as my longest work. it is really satisfying being able to quantify improvement like that.

[writers-potion]

Distilling Your Watery Manuscript

Watery words you should consider deleting include: very, totally, completely, absolutely, somewhat, somehow, in a way, rather, then, just, afterwards, therefore, actually, basically, etc.

More often than not, they act like filler words in everyday speech - adding no meaning and dragging down the pace (and excitement) of the text.

The earthquake really destroyed our town completely. -> The earthquake destroyed our town. The messenger brought absolutely devastating news. -> The messenger brought devastating news. She thought that all the results were really very disappointing. -> The results disappointed her. I felt somewhat worried. -> I worried.

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