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🧁 Writing Share Tag 🧁

Thank you so much for the tag @mauannacreates (here) @sableglass-deactivated20241031 (here) and @the-golden-comet (here and many others, thank you very much!)

This is kinda heavy, but here is a line from In Death, Forever

There’s something pooling in Mary’s heart. Something so deadly that it could stop her heart from beating anytime now. She feels it travel through her nerves and numb it, as if the skin in her fingers can no longer receive stimuli. She feels as if her eyes were the only muscles she could move, but even that feels fixated on the clock. She feels it strengthening the gravity of the couch, pulling her like a black hole to a nearby star. She feels it keeping her mind awake, aware of all the shit that went down and is going on in her life. Then, it blocks her arteries and veins with its inky substance, fusing with her blood and turning it cold. It is hopelessness.

Gently tagging @snowshowerwriting @kjscottwrites @helioselene

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🍥 Writing Question Tag🍥

Thank you @janec23 (here) for tagging me! I always find these questions fun to play with and endearing.

What is your absolute all-time favourite ideas you’ve ever had?

Spontaneous ideas are the best. Actually, most of my wips came from spontaneous ideas that just randomly popped in my head. I often get them in flashes of inspiration while watching/reading something else, that's why it's really important I have a notebook with me so I can jot it down while its still there.

Is there a question you’ve been asked in the past that really stands out to you, and you still think about sometimes?

I'm afraid there isn't any HAHAHA I think there were but nothing that I still think about it right now.

What is your favourite part of being a writer? What parts could you take or leave?

My favorite part of being a writer is having the freedom to create anything you want. Fuck all the filters, I'm writing the story that I want to tell. It's also because I get joy from the act of creation itself; that one day I will look back and say "I made this? That's so cool!" I guess the opposite side of that is -- just on my side -- I have to find a perfect time that it completely uninterrupted because I don't like writing for short periods of time. I want to write continuously, so there has to be a perfect uninterrupted time for it.

What is your greatest motivation to write/create?

Discipline and seeing it to completion. it's really the process of creating something and seeing it through to completion, being immersed in the world, experience it in the eyes of my OCs, and seeing them suffer and triumph. There is a certain euphoria in typing in every word and realizing that their journey unfold with every clack of the keyboard.

What is the best piece of advice you’ve ever read or been given as a writer?

Non-verbatim, but it goes along like "Write your story, because there is no one else who could have done otherwise." Honestly, this is also what keeps me going in writing because it tells me my story is worth telling. I also cannot stress how I, as a consumer of media, have found stories from small creators and loved them, despite being unpopular. It's a testament how somewhere out there, our stories are made for someone; maybe in another time or place that we don't know, but there will be someone who will be appreciative of it.

What do you wish you knew when you were first starting out writing?

Don't be overly conscious of the first draft. I had this mindset that it should be okay so that I don't have to go over it, but no. At the end of the day, we will really have to go over it. Editing is part of writing, unfortunately.

What is your favourite story you’ve written to completion? Link it if you’d like and can!

Right now, I only have one complete story. It's a play script that is written in both Filipino and English called Karikultura. It's a play that incorporates symbolism and is a critic to the effects of colonialism. You can read more about it here and if you're interested, you can read the manuscript here (I update every week because I double edit each act before each act).

What is your favourite out-of-the-box quote?

I'm gonna define "out-of-box quote" as a "saying or quotation that pertains to taking action outside of the box." If it's a specific quotation, I don't really have one. Generally, I'm a person who is very open to anything, if that counts as "out of the box;" So, there is no specific quote that I relate too since it's kind

Which of your characters would you say has the most controversial mindset? Why do you say so, and how do you personally feel about their ideals?

ACTUALLLYYYY I am at the part in my wip (In Death, Forever) where Mary and Connor are fighting about this, so I would say its Connor because he's too altruistic (That is literally his character flaw too) Especially too since he is part of the police and part of him believes his comrades are all good or rather ignores if that fact if they aren't , which is something I don't believe. In my country alone, there are some police officers who were ordered by the ex-president to kill drug addicts without due process of law, so there's that. But hey! I like incorporating various worldviews in my characters, I think it important to understand where they are coming from too, and this is one way I do it.

Gently tagging @the-golden-comet @bootstrapparadoxed @sageswriting @sm-writes-chaos @flurrysahin

If you, when you first started writing, met you now, what would younger you think?

I think young me will be really proud. She would not have known that we would have a completed play then, at least four more wips outlined and progressed, and a community of writers that she will have solace with. She would not have known that we made it this far. In the Filipino saying, "Malayo pa, pero malayo na" (Far from our destination, yet far enough from where we started).

Here is an empty template:

1. What is your absolute all-time favourite ideas you’ve ever had?

2. Is there a question you’ve been asked in the past that really stands out to you, and you still think about sometimes?

3. What is your favourite part of being a writer? What parts could you take or leave?

4. What is your greatest motivation to write/create?

5. What is the best piece of advice you’ve ever read or been given as a writer?

6. What do you wish you knew when you were first starting out writing?

7. What is your favourite story you’ve written to completion? Link it if you’d like and can!

8. What is your favourite out-of-the-box quote?

9. Which of your characters would you say has the most controversial mindset? Why do you say so, and how do you personally feel about their ideals?

10. If you, when you first started writing, met you now, what would younger you think?

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The last day of Filipino American History Month has granted me the most Filipino American Cooking shortcut abomination idea ever.

So. So. You've seen dulce de leche hacks where you boil or slow cook a can of sweetened condensed milk INSIDE the can for hours to get caramel?

Filipino Coconut Jam or Minatamis na Bao is a coconut based caramel LIKE dulce de leche traditionally made by stirring coconut cream and sugar over low heat for hours.....

But!!! If I can find a can of sweetened coconut cream! Theoretically I should be able to create an easy hands off no stirring coconut jam. I'm going shopping tomorrow to test my theory. If it works! I'll have easy coconut jam! If the curds separate I'll have latik ( crispy browned coconut curds used to top rice cakes)

Or I'll explode a can and cover my kitchen in boiling water and coconut!!

I can't wait!! It's been too long since my last kitchen disaster

Wish me luck!

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pspsps listen writers the site is kind of ugly but wordhippo is genuinely the best thesaurus i have been able to find 10/10 fuck all the other ones

it has far more synonyms. it always has the context/definition I’m looking for. and you can even search for short common phrases and vulgar words. and a fuck ton more.

[phynewrites]

Boop PSA, for Mobile Users:

To Boop - either tap the boop button next to someone's name or go to their blog and tap the cat paw icon

To Super Boop - go to someone's blog and hold the cat paw icon until it spins once, then let go

To Evil Boop - go to someone's blog and hold the cat paw icon until it spins twice, then let go

Can't Boop - either you or the person you're trying to Boop hasn't opted in yet

To Opt In - go to your feed and you'll see the boop-o-meter and the option to opt in

I'll update this when I know how to get certain badges and such.

[phynewrites]

You can spam boop me!

reblog if you let people spam boop you

[phynewrites]

Now, I don't know how to rhyme.

I don't know how to use beautiful words.

I don't know how to calm myself down.

I don't know how to end this pleasurable burn.

I beg you,

Take a knife, stab it into my heart, make it unrecognizable.

Make me heartless, unable to feel.

Then say see ya!

I beg you,

Dig your nails into my eyes, bleed me dry.

Blind me, make you my last sight.

Then say see ya!

I beg you,

Tear my skin, devour my flesh.

Leave only a skeleton behind,

So you'll be the last artist use my body.

Then say see ya!

I beg you,

Break my fingers, crush my hands.

So they never reach out for anyone, never touch warmth again.

Then say see ya!

I beg you,

Pour acid on my face, burn away all that's left.

Make me the ugliest, unseen and untouched,

So no one sees me like you did, no one kisses me like you do.

Then say goodbye.

~Aatif Ameer

[phynewrites]

humble yourself in the face of love

let love make you weep,

and let love see the depth of your weakness and your depravity

so that it may light your darkest places and make you strong again

say not to love, "I am already strong, I have no need of you"

instead say to love, "I am but a mote of dust in your sunbeam, I am the low ground which you grace by walking upon,"

love is not only the sweetness of the honey, but also the decay of the body, and also the life which springs forth from its ensuing fertility

love is the work of the bringing low of the high, and the bringing high of the low

hold not to love's twinings, but say unto love, "without you I am nothing. Everything I am is truly yours"

[phynewrites]

Blood Night AU Beginning Part 2

Do I have too much fun with this? Yes Should I re-write Sea of Memories but write this? Yes Do I maybe write more? Bet on it.

Taggin @ashen-crest @tabswrites @contes-de-rheio @abalonetea @chris-the-dragonslayer @writingamongther0ses

The sun stung his eyes, even if the strange fog that had lingered for weeks took some of it away. Lyran inwardly cursed himself and why he hadn't gone to bed earlier, but in the end he had earned well and what was too little sleep. Wearing his traveling clothes and his lyre over his shoulder, he made his way to the marketplace, where the group of merchants he was going to travel with was to gather. Even from a distance, there was something strange. The noise level that usually accompanied the packing and gathering of such a group did not reach his ears. A glance up to check the position of the sun told Lyran that it was just after sunrise, as agreed. Arriving at the market, he found only the usual everyday bustle, but no merchant group. A deep sigh escaped him. "By the Five, not again…" "Thought you were from Wealzaryth," a familiar voice sounded behind him. Still searching his mind for where the voice belonged, Lyran turned to find Arritit before him, wrapped in several layers of thin cloaks. "What gave me away, dear Arritit?" "Your brightly colored clothing last night. Such colorfulness is usually found only in Wealzaryth. But what interests me more: What happened again?"

She tugged at her cloaks and pulled them further around her. Lyran reached out and pulled her closer to one of the stalls that offered hot food. Being near the fire should help a little against the cold, even if this early in the morning it was a wasted effort. "I usually travel with the merchants. The last group was supposed to take me all the way to Lagawood and left Dristwood without me, and the group I was supposed to set out for Lagawood with today isn't here." "Hey, bard, you mean the merchants from Stramsa'gonil?" the stall owner asked. Lyran looked over his shoulder at the young fellow. "I do. You know something?" "They took off as soon as it got bright, as if a horde of demons were after them. Never seen anything like it. Panicked and disorganized like kids playing trader." "Thank you, my friend. That helps a bit." Thoughtfully, Lyran had raised his hand and waggled his index finger. Beside him, Arritit chuckled. "If you want to go to Lagawood, we can team up. Provided you can wait another day." "One more day won't matter now. But isn't it too dangerous?" Again she laughed, then looked at him seriously. "I guess you forgot that I have magic. It doesn't get any safer than with me, dearest Lyran." "In that case, I'll gladly accept the offer. I'm too young and too talented to end up as monster food." A slight bow accompanied his statement, which made Arritit laugh again. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed some people watching them, though it wasn't clear why. "I couldn't agree more." "The only question then is how I can show my appreciation for it." "I have an idea or two." The flash in her eyes was already a warning. It was a manner he knew too well from Wealmoore's court, when some nobleman thought he could gain an advantage. "Will you fill me in?" "Let's start with you helping me carry. I clearly need different footwear and cloaks in this dreary weather. Especially if I want to keep going north." She shook herself at the last part of the sentence, clearly reluctant to expose herself to snow. "I'm not a particularly big fan of snow, either." "Then we already have something in common." "Then let me be your pack mule for the day, we wouldn't want you to catch a cold or worse." "How very thoughtful of you," she replied, amused, and turned to leave.

With purpose, Arritit walked toward one of the booths. The way she moved through the crowd, knowing where the farmers stood with their puny chickens for slaughter, and exactly where to go so she would be at the merchant of her choice, was not only elegant, but also a testament to the fact that this was not her first time in the city. Eyes always at the sides, Lyran followed her with a little more effort and also to soak up the atmosphere of the market. Something was different from the last days, but he could not name it. It was little things, like the kind of sounds that sounded clearer and at the same time strangely dull, the inhabitants in themselves, going about their day's work on one side and at the same time there was something invisible on their shoulders that depressed their attitude and mood. It reminded him of the scary stories he loved as a child.

"Welcome, welcome! What can I do for you on this cold morning?" the merchant shouted enthusiastically. Like a little box devil, he jumped off his stool. "I need a warm coat. It was still summer when I left, and I need to get to Stramsa'gonil," Arritit explained without mincing words. Her gaze already at a particularly thick one. "You'll need more than just a thick coat there. Do you have gloves and hats? Scarves? Sturdy footwear that's lined? Trust me, losing limbs to the snow is no fun." To punctuate, the merchant raised a hand with the little finger missing. Arritit raised her hand defensively with a smirk that Lyran felt confident but also playful, making him excited to see what she would do now. He leaned a few steps aside from her against the thick beam that held the faded fabric roof of the booth and observed. "Do not worry, dear friend, it is not my first trip to the north, but if you would be willing for a few Renvalis less to add one of your beautiful furs to me as a collar, I would not be averse. I would like to arrive at my mother's house in good health." The merchant put his hand on his chest and nodded gravely. Lyran almost laughed and just managed to make it end in a grunt. "You're visiting your old mother and traveling across the continent to do it? Great mother, what a great heart you have," briefly the merchant looked around at the goods Arritit had his eye on and sighed, "Such a deed must be rewarded. Twelve Renvalis for my thickest coat and largest fur." Even though Arritit clasped her hands in front of her mouth in a gesture of apparent emotion, Lyran saw from his position how she grinned broadly behind it. The fur alone was probably worth that much, and she had just cheated the poor merchant out of good money with her sob story, but if he fell for it, nothing could be done. "How generous of you. May the Great Mother bless you for it." While the deal was being transacted, Lyran's eyes wandered over the nearby stalls. At the candy stand, he stopped. "I'll be right back." "I'll find you, my pretty pack mule."

Briefly, his steps faltered, but Lyran shook the comment away. Arritit wasn't the first to think him handsome, even if it was one of the few times someone had dropped it so casually. "Morning, what can I do for you?" the stall owner mumbled sleepily. Lyran quickly surveyed the display and nodded in satisfaction. "I'll take three irons each from that one, that one, and that one." With the speed of a sleepy man, the owner readied the scales and weighed the dried fruits and nuts Lyran had pointed to. He had just paid and stowed the small bag of goodies in his travel bag when Arritit also appeared behind him as if she had come out of a portal. "Provisions for tonight or for the road?" "Both. The amount should last a few days." Lyran glossed over the part about how it only worked if he didn't pounce on the candy like a ravenous pack of wolves. "Did you plan on me, too?" she just grinned cheekily. "What?" "Now that I know you have candy, you have to share. Old travel rule." Slowly, she walked past him, but kept her eyes on him. A shiver ran down Lyran's spine as the thought occurred to him that she didn't just want dried fruit.

In all the years he had never responded to advances made to him, and he didn't want to start now, but Lyran couldn't stand the loneliness anymore, nor could he stand being alone again after a while. Maybe it was time to give up his principles. His breath clouded his vision as he snorted at the thought that this was probably the core of why bards were said to be unfaithful, chasing the next score everywhere. It was a self-fulfilling prophecy basically, if people just treated them like better brothel whores, then eventually they acted like it. The thought alone disgusted Lyran to the point of chilling him. Arritit looked over her shoulder, wavy hair hiding half her face, but it was enough to see that she cared. "Are you all right?" "It's fine, just some dark thoughts that the morning hasn't dispelled yet." Her gaze continued to linger on him until at the end, Lyran looked away. "Have you had breakfast yet?" "Not much." The serious look that probably all healers and shamans learn in their training met Lyran's eyes. At the same moment, Arritit grabbed near his hand and pulled him to the nearest food stall. "Two milk teas with honey and two bread pockets with meat and vegetables." "You don't have to do that," Lyran tried to contradict, but again the punishing look hit him. "I know enough bards. You're always on the verge of keeling over on me from hunger because you don't eat enough, so you can keep traveling. Besides, I need you to keep your strength up if you're going to haul everything for me, right?" Arritit grinned cheekily at him, paid the vendor, and passed his portion to Lyran in a way that didn't even make him think of objecting further. "Thanks." "You've got good manners, too, not just a pretty face." "I do what I can," Lyran laughed into his cup.

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Each type of death has a unique type of Reaper. The Reapers of Drowning collects the souls of the drowned. The Reapers of Old Age collects those that have come to their natural end. Write a story about a Reaper for an unusual death finally having a soul to collect.

[phynewrites]

blood is basically the most normal thing for a sword to hunger for. if a sword gained sentience and started asking me for blood i'd be like yeah i thought you might say that

[phynewrites]

[id: "#FFF217 Portal Fiction"]

#FFF217 - I'll Follow You

For @flashfictionfridayofficial - 707 words

As I stumbled from the sun-splintered atrium, I had to blink several times until my eyes adjusted. With a thought I closed the portal behind me and glanced back to find it was the door to a women's restroom. Oops, I don't belong in that one anymore. A velvet-wallpapered corridor stretched out before me, with distant music echoing down its passage to vibrate up my shoes. 

I followed the 'restroom' signs in reverse, the music pulsing louder with every step. The bass reached in my chest and squeezed my heart, pulling my heartrate to abandon my frantic flee from the terror I left behind and instead dance to the beat. Rounding the corner I found myself a single body in a gyrating crowd. Everyone seemed to be shouting, bits of words coming to me in snatches in the lulls of the music.  

Tension built up in the song, hyping up the crowd for an epic climax. That's when she looked up from across the room, an anonymous girl swathed in an lavender dress and grape-dyed hair. Our eyes locked; the beat dropped. The lights were cycling in flashing rainbow, but I found my world to be consumed in purple. 

It was all too easy to forget my troubles with her. I pretended I was just another guy at a club, here to pick up some company, and she pretended like her friends weren't giving me critical looks from the bar. I learned which songs the club played were her favorites; she learned that I "could really dance, dude!"  

It wasn't until that same velvet wallpaper from before was crushed under one hand and her hair tangled around the other that my life caught up with me again. Her hands were cupping my jaw, and they suddenly pushed back, breaking our kiss. "Sorry, sorry," I said pushing away from the wall and taking a step back to give her space.  

"No, I--" she reached out again, grabbing my shoulders and then sliding her hands down to my biceps. "I just, was wondering . . ."  She bit her lip and looked up at me with her big, doe-brown eyes. "Do you, have . . . like, a thing." 

It was the way she said it, like it was something to be worried about, that told me exactly what she was talking about. And it was the way I flinched that told her that I knew exactly what she was talking about. My heart tripped its way back up to a race, telling me to go, go go.  

"Wait--" she started, but she was too late to stop me. 

I leapt towards the bathroom—men's this time—twisted the handle, and was somewhere new in an instant. I yanked it shut behind me, heaving under this door's heavier weight, and shut off the portal as I did. 

This time I was at the top of a skyscraper, probably an office building, in some generic city skyline. I went to the edge and looked down, seeing only a few stray cars making their home from a night out in the early hours of the morning. I only had a couple moments to appreciate a cotton-candy sunrise between heaving breaths before a gasp behind me made me jump and turn. 

She stumbled out of thin air, mauve-colored Doc Martens catching her at the last second. I stared at her, my jaw going slack and mouth hanging open. 

"Hi," she said, smoothing down her skirt. 

"I closed the . .  what," I stammered. "You . . . you have a thing?" 

She nodded. "Power, ability, trick . . . I don't like any of the words for it. But yeah, I have a thing." 

"You could have led with that." I took a couple steps forward. 

She gave me a sheepish grin. "Sorry, I'm bad at that. At this. At talking. Especially to cute guys." She walked to meet me in the middle of the roof. 

"Cute guys?" 

She reached up to cup my jaw again. "Yeah, cute." She pecked me on the lips, but leaned back before I could go for more. "Come on, let's go back—I think you should meet my friends." 

Following her back through my portal to the club, I could tell that I was already happy to follow her anywhere. 

[phynewrites]

REMEMBER THAT POST WITH CINDERELLA WHERE HER DRESS CHANGES TO THE COLOR OF YOUR BLOG?

THIS ONE DOES IT TOO!!

I found a bunch more!!

x

[phynewrites]

🙏Please donate a small amount that may save my father's life, only 72€ left to buy my father's treatment, his doctor's appointment is tomorrow, please do not ignore my message and do not hesitate to help me❤️‍🩹

Account No. 9 due to repeated deletion😭💔

🛑I am having difficulty communicating, please donate or share.🫂

✅My campaign is verified by: @gaza-evacuation-funds

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Please check Islam's new blog here @islamgzacc4

Islam, a 27-year-old physical therapist from Gaza, needs urgent help after his home was destroyed by Israeli bombings. Now, he and his family, including his 85-year-old grandfather who lost a hand in an earlier attack, are without shelter. They are struggling to find clean water and food, and with winter coming soon, they worry the tent they live in will flood again, just like last year.

Islam tries very hard to share his story through his blog, but it has been banned four times, making it difficult to tell people what is happening. To help his family, Islam made a GoFundMe to raise £30,000 for food, water, and shelter. Sadly, only £3,000 has been collected so far, and they still need a lot more to survive.

Please take a moment to read his latest post, where he describes the pain his family is going through. His relatives were seriously injured in another attack.

This fundraiser is confirmed by trusted sources like @gaza-evacuation-funds, @90-ghost, @northgazaupdates2, @riding-with-the-wild-hunt, and @mushroomj.

Every small donation or share can make a big difference in helping Islam and his family during this hard time.

Please donate to Islam’s GoFundMe if you can. If you cannot donate, sharing this post will help spread his message. Together, we can give hope to Islam and his family.

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Hello dear friends! ❤🤍🖤💚

🍉I am Mahmoud Ayyad, a Palestinian from the besieged and destroyed Gaza 😭😭, coming from an extended family of young children, women and elderly people ❤❤ who have been suffering😭😭 for 300 difficult days from an aggressive war.

Our lives are harsh because we lack all the basic necessities of life. Everything has become scarce and unattainable. There is no food, no water, no medicine.

So, I ask you to help me keep my family safe and alive, especially after we had lost all our sources of livelihood.Please do not leave my family to struggle and suffer these difficult days alone. You can support my campaign by donating whatever you can or by sharing my posts to reach others who can help us survive the war to safety and peace. You are helping the lives of many people with your small contribution. Every donation makes a difference in our very difficult lives. But this is a legitimate campaign and has been checked by 90-ghost.

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Ĥello

I am mai from Gaza.. 🇵🇸🍉

I hope you are well .

I write to you with a heart full of hope and faith, and I ask for your urgent help. My family is in great danger due to the war, and I am running a fundraising campaign to save them.

Please, can you reblog my campaign post on my account? Every participation can make a difference in my family's life.

Thank you from the bottom of my heart for any help you can provide. 🇵🇸🇵🇸

The campaign was documented by @90-ghost

Please help me even with a donation of $10 to save my familyhttps://www.gofundme.com/f/save-nour-and-her-family-from-war-help-them-escape

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