Reblogged void-botanist
I think we should have tag things like Worldbuilding Whenever, and Storytelling Sometimes, and Character Development Cuz I Wanna... Free us from the shackles of time!
Reblogged annothersummerofsleep
abiteofhoney-deactivated2025030
character who has spent so long pretending that they don’t know who they are anymore. a character who has only ever performed and doesn’t know how to just be. even when they stop pretending, they’re still performing.
Reblogged owlsandwich
love when a random secondary oc grips you by the neck for like three hours like Ok ive had three thoughts about you in my life but sure you can be developed now
Reblogged cosmiccoincidence
directors using colorful or "impossible" lighting to convey mood and meaning and beauty my beloved. directors making night scenes impossible to see for the sake of realism my beloathed.
Reblogged space-writes
Currently engaged in "plot Tetris" where I have scenes I want/need to happen but I need to keep shifting and turning them until they actually fit together in a way that makes sense
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I wanna know more about other ppl’s ocs. If you see this reblog and tell me about your favorite oc?
You can also tell me about multiple oc’s or ocs that aren’t your favorite. I’m All Ears
#writeblr community#writeblr boost#i have the energy of a sun-trapped snail rn so i can't spare much but#in regards to sichen i've been thinking that he probably has a fucked up little knife hidden in his sword#he seems sneaky like that and it might even be multiple#i've also been thinking about letting him work with poison but i haven't decided yet#he's a complex planner but i can't tell if that will translate to the actual prep work of acquiring or manufacturing poisons#because he likes to keep his trails & loose ends short#so something he would have to be resupplying a lot or have niche vendors for might be a problem#whereas something more generic (ie: sword & daggers) will draw much less suspicion#and upkeep & acquirement can just be an ordinary part of his legal job
Reblogged ink-flavored
okay look. i'm building up a web developer portfolio right now and i think making author websites for you people would be awesome. you're pretty cool, after all.
so check out my website here and if you're interested in your own author website for pretty low rates then hit me up either via the website or on here, either is good.
i'll make you whatever you want within reason and i can get it done pretty quick. you'll be doing me a favour AND you get your own sparkly new author website for all of your author-ing things.
(or like, if you want a website to post pictures of your new fursuit or pokemon cards or whatever that's cool too.)
okay bye.
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abiteofhoney-deactivated2025030
Xena’s Share Day!!!
share some opening lines today! how does your story begin? grab our attention!
yeeeeehaw hi Xena
Nat Finch blinked awake.
He was slumped forward in the driver’s seat of his rental car, his forehead pressed to the steering wheel, his body aching like he hadn’t moved in centuries. His feet were bare. His throat burned. His head throbbed. Curled over his shoulders was the familiar softness of the blanket from his back seat, the one he’d been meaning to give to the Larsons for two weeks now. A deep night breeze leaked through the slightly-open window to his right, the cold gnawing at the dampness that clung to his clothes, to his face and hair. He felt filthy, filmy, disgusting—more so than usual.
A muddle of memories and flickers and voices fought for space in his brain, bumping up against each other and overlapping, threads escaping every time he thought he’d grasped one. He was overcome, for a single surreal moment, by the sense he had just awoken from an exceedingly peculiar dream.
Nat Finch sat up, groaning.
kind of craving interesting roles for animal characters. dog who is not just set dressing, guide, or tragic plot point. dog who can smell the monsters and has been prone to aggression, dog who bites strangers doesn't bite the new person in town. bird that sings in an unknown language that you start hearing in your dreams. they reply to context triggers, you just have to find the right situations to put the pieces together. outdoor cat offers you a fairy's body, and is changed by the kill, there's magic in its bloodstream, but still the consciousness of a cat.
Reblogged leave-her-a-tome
🍂 What are people saying about Maple Street? Not these things.
Came across these today and honestly I’m more proud of the marketing pics than my actual book
Reblogged uriangershusband
Bro, my unyielding loyalty towards you is totally normal and healthy, I swear. It's just that it's definitely my duty to rip out your enemies throats with my bare teeth. You are the love of my life and I am your most valuable tool. Each night, I fantasize about dying in your arms, covered in blood, and then I close my eyes one final time, satisfied because I can feel your fingers on my face as I take my last breath. Haha anyways
Reblogged squarebracket-trickster
#multiple!! i really like nekomatas which are cats with split tails that dance. some of them play music too#and church grims!!!#as well as other black dogs in folklore#and the black tortoise/genbu#and obligatory quetzalcoatl mention#and jormungandr#gotta include the snakey boys when my whole thing is serpents#actually do gods still count for 'mythical animal'#i feel like they do since they have animal forms#i accidentally forgot this was about animals and just got excited about folklore so i included humanoids at first oops#polls
Reblogged serpentarii
the linden game || intro.
“Do you think it’s war?”
Arhelte and Yselte have spent their whole lives in the town by the Lind. In a place where the fey venery press and expand into human lands – where human lords press back, felling trees, poisoning stumps – there's little to be had. Every year, the harvest is leaner. The hunt closer.
Ara tends the crops; Yse tends the farm. She sows salt around the edge of their land, and she ties bells in the boughs of trees to warn them should someone come riding their way. She practices with their father's laithlock rifle – a strange thing, of fey make, that draws on hunger deep under her skin – until she's certain she can stop a horse at a hundred paces.
She doesn't get the chance.