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Mae Crowe Writes

@touchingmadness / touchingmadness.tumblr.com

mae | 24 | she/her | bi/ace i write about human nature, societal failings, and consequences. my favorite genres are soft sci-fi, light fantasy, and spec genrebends. follow for writing, inspiration, tips, community, and more. [main wip || touched]

✦ Writeblr Reintroduction ✦

a sff writer makes a heroic return to her writeblr account after a year of relative inactivity! the audience gasps! a return!? after so long!? is that allowed!? but our heroine has no care for what is allowed! she scoffs in the face of mockery!

Hey everyone! I’m Mae Crowe (@touchingmadness)! Some of you might already know me, but most considering the upheaval in the Writeblr community recently... Well, most of you probably don’t. I’ve been on Writeblr for six years as of August 2022, but I’ve been relatively inactive for the past year due to senior year of college, thesis work, and job applications.

In the time I’ve been away, I have a new contemporary fantasy WIP in the second draft that I am excited to share, as well as three WIPs in planning stages that I’m hoping to share somewhere down the road. I am also looking for some writers and WIPs to follow, because how else do you make friends on here?

[Banner made using “Astrolava’s character creator!” picrew.]

More about me, my writing, and what I'm looking to follow below the cut. Signal boosts allowed and appreciated!

Anonymous asked:

Do you think people who are virgin should write smut? I feel like most of them don’t even know what they’re writing and just write what they think sex is

the implication this ask suggests that people who write about murders, cannibalism, politics, magic, royalty au, sci-fi, wars, supernatural, time travel, medieval era, werewolves, vampires, mermaids or goblins must be murderers, cannibals, presidents, wizards, royalties, astronauts, ghost hunters, soldiers, time travelers, knights, werewolves, vampires, mermaids or goblins in real life is so funny to me

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and if i tear myself apart and reforge myself in a desperate bid for someone to choose me... would anyone mourn what i had destroyed? would that version of me be worth notice once out of reach? and which answer is more tragic?

I am both.

Hey @rosierugosa I hope it’s okay that I stole your tags because YES.

Because sexual desire is so weird and alien to me, personally, I find myself more accepting of weird and alien sex: I’m definitely not a monsterfucker in that I don’t wanna fuck the monster, but I fully accept and respect all monsterfucking because hey, sex in general -- straight, gay, or otherwise! -- is already so weird to me. Wanting to fuck Chad McDude down the street is just as strange to me as wanting to fuck the mothman. So my attitude is...go for it, I guess! Here’s a water bottle.

Hi if anyone needs or wants to talk about anything - whether that'd venting or finding a distraction - please know my DMs are open and I'll pass out my discord if anyone wants it

Chosen One Whump

  • You're exhausted, you're not recovered from your wounds, but you have to go and fight the latest threat anyway. You're the only one who can.
  • You disguise yourself, making yourself seem as small and ordinary and nonthreatening as possible, so that people don't recognize you, because the hero worship feels so uncomfortable.
  • Your sworn companions are the only ones who treat you remotely like a human, but even so, you can see the distance and fear in their eyes when you return to them soaked in blood.
  • You're used to hard travel, long days walking or riding, short nights sleeping in a bedroll on cold, damp ground, taking shifts to watch for threats.
  • The people in the city who take you for granted, laughing about how threats will never touch them, not with you to protect them.
  • Worse, the people who whisper behind your back about how you're not doing enough.
  • The smartest and most cunning of your companions has a plan in place to defeat you if you're ever corrupted into evil. You smile and nod, knowing it wouldn't work. You would crush all of them like ants under your boot. You suspect that your companion knows it, too.
  • The healing magic drains you, leaving you feeling like a hollow shell, but you have no choice but to use it. Healing your wounds the normal way would leave the city vulnerable for too long. You feel as if your body is barely stitched together by magic.
  • You must attend meetings and balls and diplomatic events, awkward in uncomfortable formal clothes. You're there as a weapon, as a threat, and everyone knows it.
  • Every two-bit villain and their lackeys wants to kill you. You can't go anywhere without the threat of assassins in the dark and poison in your food and drink.
  • You've nearly died so many times, and each time the threat of death is more of a relief. You don't want to think about what that means. If you die, everyone else will too.
  • Your sleep is full of nightmares of all the things you've seen and done. Even in sleep you can't get a respite from fighting.

vaguely inspired by FFXIV

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