#writing progress

[did-i-do-this-write]

Shit. I keep forgetting to reblog this on days where I write at work. I am making serious progress on my fics! Very happy about how everything is coming along 😊

I wrote today 🎖

[honorlessrogue]

today i wrote zero words! but i did think about my story twice in passing. that probably counts for something

[writers-potion]

how do you write a liar?

How to Write Liars Believably

Language

The motive of every goal is the make the lie seem plausible while taking blame off the speaker, so liars will often project what they say to a third party: "Katie said that..."

Referring to third parties as "they" rather than he or she

In the case of a deliberate lie prepped beforehand, there will be an overuse of specific names (rather than pronouns) as the speaker tries to get the details right.

Overuse of non-committal words like "something may have happened"

Masking or obscuring facts like "to the best of my knowledge" and “it is extremely unlikely," etc.

Avoiding answers to specific, pressing questions

Voice

There's isn't a set tone/speed/style of speaking, but your character's speech patten will differ from his normal one.

People tend to speak faster when they're nervous and are not used to lying.

Body Language

Covering their mouth

Constantly touching their nose

fidgeting, squirming or breaking eye contact

turning away, blinking faster, or clutching a comfort object like a cushion as they speak

nostril flaring, rapid shallow breathing or slow deep breaths, lip biting, contracting, sitting on your hands, or drumming your fingers. 

Highly-trained liars have mastered the art of compensation by freezing their bodies and looking at you straight in the eye.

Trained liars can also be experts in the art of looking relaxed. They sit back, put their feet up on the table and hands behind their head.

For deliberate lies, the character may even carefully control his body language, as though his is actually putting on a show

The Four Types of Liars

Deceitful: those who lie to others about facts

2. Delusional: those who lie to themselves about facts

3. Duplicitious: those who lie to others about their values

Lying about values can be even more corrosive to relationships than lying about facts. 

4. Demoralized: those who lie to themselves about their values

Additional Notes

Genuine smiles or laughs are hard to fake

Exaggerations of words (that would normally not be emphasized) or exaggerated body language

Many savvy detectives ask suspects to tell the story in reverse or non-linear fashion to expose a lie. They often ask unexpected, or seemingly irrelevant questions to throw suspects off track. 

[marsplastic13]

I LOVE that part of editing that requires me to act it all out and see if it's actually how two humans would interact

[siampie]

Alright, folks! I' m taking a small break to write new chapters for all these fics. So, I can't update you all regularly.

Be patient, please! And don't hate me! 😅😅

As for chapter 2 of the Devil's Bargain is coming up soon. Still in the process of writing it and editing it!

As soon as I can update ya'll regularly, I'll update with a posting schedule.

See you soon dearest people!

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Dividers by @cafekitsune

[itsawritblr]

Me admiring the 2 sentences I wrote over the weekend.

[fanboyzuko]

lowkey driving myself insane thinking too much about the lack of hemispheres in the original show and how the entire world is on the northern hemisphere season cycle except sometimes characters refer to the correct season of the southern hemisphere but then its not visually I just need to stop caring and CHANGE THE SEASON IN KYOSHI WARRIOR EPISODE

[wonhoutboy]

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[includedisco]

Self love as a writer is...

Being able to re-read your works, die of embarrassment when you find typos but remain strong enough to edit them yourself because this is your beloved story

When you have 12,000 WIPs and just embrace it because you don't need that overthinking and pressure ruining the fun in your writing process.

When you choose to learn, improve and grow as a writer because you want to take your own writing to the next level, and not because of external forces.

When you see yet another tip on writing but you're finally so comfortable in and happy with your writing and your stories that you ignore that tip.

When you receive a negative/hate comment on your writing/story and your response to the person is not, "what can I do to change your mind?", but, "I did my best. You're entitled to your own opinion." Then you proceed to continue enjoying writing like you already do.

When you fall in love with your own writing to the point that you can read your own stories and enjoy them as though you were reading another author's.

When you're finally done giving a fuck about people's opinion on the fact that you're a writer, your writing or the kind of writer you are. You've chosen your peace and happiness atp

[ramonag-if]

Crown of Exile Progress Update

It's been a hot minute since I last checked in on Tumblr to update everyone on my progress. A lot has been going on in my weeks of silence (mainly working on Chapter 10). Between my IRL job and Patreon updates, my time for Tumblr has taken a hit. Hopefully, once I go on break from my work in December, I can return to being more active and start posting more fun stuff.

For now, here's an estimate of my plan for the rest of the game and it's progress. It's all subject to change and again, I'll be posting official dates closer to the release of the game.

The game is at the 900K word count with code, so I'd estimate it's about 850K without code, and there's still a lot more to write. What you can look forward to next is the Ahlf side story I promised you for helping me reach 5K followers on Tumblr. I'll probably post it in the next week and a half so keep an eye out for the post!

Thank you to everyone who's liked, followed and sent in asks in the last few months and sorry for the radio silence 🩷

[jgmartin]

me writing villains: 100 pages of backstory, badass name, dope aesthetic, mysterious motives, every quote is a fckn mic drop

me writing heroes: nice guy, tries hard

[staybabblingbaby]

Soulmate Garden AU Ch.5 (Verbena)[Chapter ending] a1d1

[Caution: These are not full fics, or even full parts of fics for some, these are part of my writing progress archive!]

Concept: Growing up, you knew Soulmates weren't all that they cracked up to be. So when, on your 18th birthday, your skin is painted with a garden of flower buds, you resolve to hide it from everyone. Who had ever heard of someone with 8 soulmates, anyway?

Or; Reader has 8 soulmates and no issue avoiding all of them. It's up to SKZ to show her that while every soulbond might not be made of fairy tales, theirs certainly could be.

Word Count: 1,076

TO THE UNAWARE: THIS IS A PROGRESS UPDATE OF A CHAPTER NOT REMOTELY CLOSE TO DONE! PLEASE DON'T EXPECT A FULL OR POLISHED PRODUCT HERE

Notes: This is the ending for Ch. 5 as of now <3 She has no middle lol this is just how we roll o7 I've been writing these in spurts of sleep deprived inspiration i can't wait to read them back lmao what kind of hot mess am i making of this chapter rn?

Dividers by @saradika

Warnings: She/Her Reader, There are many vague things that could need warnings but i'm not sure they do? lmk

Leave me comments or questions or anything! Love hearing from folks <3

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You don’t know why you don’t cry to Taylor as soon as you get home. He’s more invested in all of this drama than you at this point, but still. You don’t tell him. You decline his invitation to eat dinner and listen to the latest gossip from his work, heading straight to your room.

Well, you say you don’t know why, but you do. If you’d stop to think about it for more than half a second, you do.

You’re tired of unloading on him. The two of you were close, but the past few days had really put you in each others pockets in a way you didn’t think you were quite comfortable with. You were used to working through your troubles on your own, and you didn’t like to trouble Taylor when he already did so much for you, but you couldn’t stay quiet around him either.

Something about being prodded made you explode every time.

So, you smiled at him, pretended nothing was wrong that he didn’t already know, and fled to your room. Ran away like you always do.

It’s fine.

Instead of taking comfort in your best (and only, a mean little voice points out) friend, you dig around your room for a while, looking for the really nice noise-canceling headphones your sister had given you for a birthday forever ago.

Your sister had always been something of an audiophile, on account of the whole music snob thing, so she’d taken personal offense to your best headphones being a cheap pair of earbuds that had probably survived more than their fair share of accidents.

In the single most touching move anyone had ever made on your behalf, she’d saved her own money for months to buy you this pair, presenting them to you with the proudest grin you’d ever seen, insulting you with every breath but so, so caring beneath it.

You’re slammed with the memory of her toothy grin when you finally find the headphones, tucked carefully away in the bottom drawer of your desk. You couldn’t describe the feeling the memory leaves you with. Regret, affection, guilt, love.

The wonderful storm of a sibling, you supposed.

‘She doesn’t know about my soulmates.’ you muse as you turn the headphones in your hands.

In the end, you do nothing about that. You just clamber into your bed, bury yourself in far too many soft things, and jam the headphones over your head.

Your relationship with music is, like most things, complicated. You could live and breathe music, you rarely let a moment be truly silent. You don’t think you could stand it if you did.

And yet, you never rarely listened to music either. Not truly, not deeply, not the way some people let it consume their air in their lungs and burn the blood in their veins.

Maybe because you knew full well how deeply you felt it, when you allowed yourself to. You’d spent many nights as a teen laying in bed, not feeling real, letting music explain your emotions to you.

It was a habit you’d stopped when you’d accidentally freaked your sister out. One night you’d been far too overwhelmed, far too done with life, far too ready to fade away into oblivion. Your sister had come to bother you about something or other, as she always did, and as you always let her (because before her there was nothing to be bothered about, anyway).

Except, that day, for whatever reason, you’d taken your astral projecting to some banger playlist or another a bit too far. She’d tried calling for you, tried shaking you, pinching you. She’d waved her hand in your face, tugged at your hair, pulled out your headphones, anything she could think of in that moment.

Eventually she’d started crying, calling for your parents, and crying harder when no one responded. It was her wailing cries that had finally roused you, and she’d gone from sorrow to rage so quickly you’d gotten whiplash.

The way your sister tells the story, you’d looked halfway dead. Eyes half-lidded and vacant, breath shallow and slow, as still as a corpse. Her first thought had been drugs, but there’d been no trace of any when she’d ransacked your room after. She’d been the one to do the research, to badger you into therapy, to force you to live.

So yeah, you hadn’t really indulged since.

But tonight- tonight you had an agenda. Tonight you were going to get to know your soulmates. Exposure therapy or whatever.

You were especially looking for insight into 3Racha tonight. You knew they were the producing unit of the band, that they wrote, composed, arranged, and produced a majority of Stray Kid’s songs. You held a deep belief in being able to know someone through how they created.

You were of the firm opinion that one couldn’t hide themselves in art. No matter how far art diverged from the artist, one would always leave a piece of oneself behind in their work. From the way writers told their stories, to how painters chose their colors, to the melodies that emerged from a musician. Every word, every color, every note, it all held a bit of their creator.

It was a philosophy you’d been reminded of at the museum today. In every painting you’d discussed, throughout all the differing opinions you’d held on their meaning, their stories, their emotions, you could eventually tell which artist had made what painting.

Even before properly analyzing the techniques and subjects, after a while there was a certain vibe about a painting and, sure enough, when you checked it was the artist you thought it was. It was probably a consequence of spending far too long studying far too many paintings for a chance to talk to (who you know knew was) your soulmate, but still.

Even for a fraction of a moment, you’d been connected to the artists. You’d known them then, even in the vaguest of senses.

As you scroll through the Spotify profile of your soulmates, you figure they have plenty of material around for you to get to know them in this way.

With this resolve in your heart, you hit shuffle on the “This Is Straykids” playlist, pull up the details with the song credits, and settle in to study.

And, if the music carries you away to somewhere softer, somewhere warmer, somewhere less scary, well. You could use the help.

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[quitealotofsodapop]

Writing some TMKATI au and I just thought of the Best way Macaque and Tang are introduced to eachother.

Pigsy defends a pair of "dumb kids" from demon hoodlums during a late-night grocery run. He overheard the couple discussing how to use a pregnancy test while inside the shop. Doesn't even hesistate to offer the two monkey demons a safe place to crash for the night above the shop.

Wukong is completely flumoxed to meet his Pilgrim brother's reincarnation/decendant, and accepts right away.

Macaque isn't so convinced given the situation he's in + his previous thoughts on the Pilgrims. But he agrees only to get out of the rain.

Sitting at the counter of Pigsy's restaurant is Tang; the reason Pigsy was out in the first place. Tang recieved a "weird dream" (i.e. Guanyin trying to call Tripitaka) and had a small panic attack, waking Pigsy. Tang is wrapped up in his comfort clothes, slurping away on his favorite noodle dish, when the two new faces enter the store.

The orange-furred monkey demon looks a mixture of shocked, overjoyed, and sad at Tang's presence. He quickly helps Pigsy put away the groceries just to get away from there.

The other, dark-furred monkey glares at Tang with extreme scrunity from behind messy bangs and a single working eye. His ragged clothes are sodden with rain, mud, and what might be blood.

"Wow, you look like wet garbage." *slurp!*

Tang chokes just a little, remembering that was supposed to be an inside-thought.

The dark furred monkey looks momentarily shocked.... before bursting into laughter. Nearly doubling over from the tension broken. Clearly whatever reservation he had about the other man was somehow quelled with that single line.

Wiping away a tear with one of his deadly sharp nails, the darker monkey responds;

"Believe it or not, I've been worse."

Tang sighs and smiles back, nodding towards one of the stools at the counter nearer to the space heater. The monkey accepts his offer, pointing his wet feet at the heater with astonishment.

Macaque had been dreading meeting Wukong's old Master again, even if it was a reincarnation.

Thankfully the man's blunt comment and lack of table manner quickly assured him that they were separate beings entirely. And someone to share gossip with.

[writers-potion]

Make Your Prose Rhythmic.

Rhythm in prose should be varied. As soon as the rhythm becomes predictable, the story grows boring and loses its hold on the reader.

Consider sentence length. Mix long, medium, and short sentences.

Avoid sections where every sentences has almost the same length.

For fast-paced action, use shorter sentences. Give more leisure in other parts with longer sentences.

In general, use long sentences with care as the reader may just get lost in the middle of a sentence as they feel tedius.

Vary the word length as well. Using one-syllable words vs. three/four-syllable words makes a huge difference when done consistently.

Other factors when adjusting sentence length:

the target audience: children vs. adults

the genre: sentences in literary fiction tend to be longer

writing voice: is the POV character highly educated? Are they impatient or observant?

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[marsplastic13]

Sometimes I start spiraling thinking that my writing is horrible and that my characters are boring and completely out of character and just the worst thing ever. Then I remember it's just my silly little way of passing time and I did not study/got ready for this, plots and characters appeared in my mind one day and never left so I tried to put them into words of a language I learned mostly on my own (from fanfictions <3). And literally no one cares, the world is not going to explode if I make a character say something weird, yes, maybe someone will open my ao3 and think 'wow, that's awful' but so what?

I still have time to pass and my mind full of ideas