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kestal

@kestalsblog / kestalsblog.tumblr.com

for stuff I like /writer/ I am over 18

I'm Kestal, and I'm over 18 years old. I'm a writer. Don't talk to me about my fics if you're younger than 18. Please respect that my content is not for you. I also post some thoughts/reviews of media I enjoy, as well as writing advice. These and my reblogs are typically suitable for all audiences, though fair warning, I do have some writing advice posts on more mature topics. I try to tag and provide warnings as best as I can.

You can send me asks about fandoms and writing. I love receiving them!

I am including links to my most popular writing advice posts below:

some of you think โ€˜nuancedโ€™ only means โ€˜morally greyโ€™ and Iโ€™m here to tell you that actually straight up good characters can still be nuanced and unapologetically evil characters can still be nuanced. the character doesnโ€™t have to be an anti hero or morally dubious to have depth. they donโ€™t even have to feel sorry about their crimes to have depth.

I really am like some wild beast ๐Ÿป Most of the time, if I am able, I seek and crave the comfortable peace of the isolated wilderness. I can survive in and sometimes even prefer solitude. But every so often, my intense and overwhelming desire for beautiful men drives me back ๐Ÿ™Š Later, I will return again to the trees ๐ŸŒฒ

I always want to write for new fandoms, but then I start writing and think, "Oh, this would be cute for Stanman" and get stuck. But then if I try to go back to my Stanman stuff, I'm like, "Man, I should try something else. No one wants to read Stanman forever." It's a never-ending trap ๐Ÿชค๐Ÿ˜ตโ€๐Ÿ’ซ

I'd kind of forgotten about this account. It's been a while!

I got some time off work last month, and I heard there would be a winter storm in a certain location, so of course I had to go see it. I love the depths of nature where no other human is because I've always connected to landscapes and animals in ways I struggle to with people.

That was a magical, peaceful week. I had to walk carefully, and I counted numerous deer trails ๐ŸฆŒ, though my favourite was the fox I spotted ๐ŸฆŠ I saw no bears, but I knew they were nearby ๐Ÿป At some point, all the ice on the trees started to melt and drop these fantastic, overwhelming cold showers onto my head. Everything was transformed as soon as the temperature rose, revealing purple, blue, and yellow flowers under the surface of ice. Even hordes of insects began to emerge from the wet tree bark when they felt the warmth ๐Ÿœ

This world is a gift.

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