#@thelaughingstag

[alicewhitesblog]

Short Story by © Alice White

Claire Steading, placed her hands on her knees as she tried to catch her breath, while out walking her Jack Russell Terrier, Buster.

He had suddenly caught sight of a rabbit and immediately gave chase. Claire went running after both animals and watched as they darted through a hole in a chain-link fence that surrounded the half derelict Hallowmas Hall.

Claire managed to scramble up and over the nine-foot wire fence but lagged way behind in her pursuit of her dog.

“Come back boy! Look what mummy has got?” Eventually standing up waving in the air a small dog biscuit in the shape of a bone, hoping the scent of beef essence would carry.

Standing ankle deep in last summer dead vegetation, Claire couldn’t help but stare up at the hall. The place had once belonged to the famous author and now convicted mass murderer, Alastair Croxley. Unbeknown to his publisher and worldwide fans, Croxley would lure women back to the hall and after killing them, immortalise his deeds in fiction.

Claire, shivered has a gust of wind blew around the side of the hall animating the pile of dead leaves at her feet. She was about to call out for Buster again when she heard his bark echoing from within the hall.

Fearing that Buster may be trapped, she bounding up the stone steps to the front door. Inside, the hall was damp and bleak. Drapes hung awkward still attached to their collapsed curtain poles. Claire then screamed at seeing a family of mice scurry out from a hole in the wall.

Buster resumed his barking somewhere within the hall.

Eventually she found him in a large empty room, standing at the far wall scratching at the peeling wallpaper. Seeing that he was OK, she grabbed his collar and attached his lead.

“Come away!” she commanded. But Buster was reluctant to leave. Instead, he kept snarling and growling demanding to finish the tearing of the wallpaper.

Claire wanted out of the hall, but seeing that something was agitating her dog, she decided to stay and find out. Claire tied Buster to a door handle and went back to see why he was scratching at the wall.

Bending down, Claire saw that beneath the wallpaper was what looked like the edge of another door! She tore away more of the wallpaper to reveal that there was indeed a concealed entrance. Once she had peeled back the remaining paper, she placed her hand on the door knob, turned it, and went into the secret room.

Stale air escaped from the room sounding as if exhaling its final breath. The sudden gust spooked Buster, tugging himself free he ran out of the room and out of the hall. Claire was now too intrigued to go chasing after him.

Surprisingly, the room, which she concluded must be a study, was rather tidy, albeit covered in dust. There was a full bookcase running the entire length of the wall. A standard lamp, an armchair and an oak desk. To Claire’s amazement on top of which was a ‘Royal’ typewriter.

Claire looked down on what must have been the original typewriter that Croxley used. Her mind was too occupied to notice that the study door she originally came through, was starting to close, trapping her inside.

Then quite unexpectedly, the typewriter keys sprung into life making her jump and heart thump as the keys hammering out a message. When the typing had stopped she went, with some caution, over to the typewriter. Just two words were typed on the single sheet of paper. Two words that made her fall back against the desk.

‘Hello Claire.'

[thelaughingstag]

I would like to start off with a heartfelt apology. I have a habit of doing things ‘all or nothing’. I start off doing it all then get overwhelmed and do nothing. Well… not entirely nothing. During my absence I finished my masters degree, got a job in my field, and recently received a promotion. I participated and, for the first time, completed NaNoWriMo. Writing made me miss the community so here I am.

I promise I never truly forgot about you all, I have been seeing notifications for all of your work for the past several years and I’ve been quietly cheering you all on. I finally feel I have the space to give others the support that I had needed for myself. I hope you all have been well! Keep tagging the Stag and I’ll work through all of the posts I’ve been missing.

~Hin

[ink-flavored]

Magnet Monday Week 45: Magic for Pride Month

this is actually the second time i've written a Magnet Monday poem with "magic" as the theme, but since this is for pride month i'll accept a duplicate!

If you’re interested in being able to choose the topic of the next poem, make sure to vote in the weekly Magnet Monday polls! Or if you want a commission just like it, check out my pricing sheet!

Transcript under the cut!

[Ko-Fi] [Magnet Monday]

Magnet Monday Taglist (Check out my Google form to get added): @elegant-paper-collection ​ @polyphonetic @qelizhus @livums @maxdamaz @auroblaze @stardustanddaffodils @thelaughingstag @ceph-the-ghost-writer @auntdarth @damageinkorporated @srjacksin

Magic

being queer is magic

put pride in the center

of your lavender life

choose the self

and the power of change

put color in your body

see poetry in time

touch the past with love

and be the friendly hand

of today

[ettawritesnstudies]

[Descriptions in alt text]

New Runaways Intro!

It's no longer a WIP, it's done!! Check out the intro page on my website for a little more information about the main characters, and stay tuned for character intros in the near future. I'm going to be sharing a sneak peek of my formatting process with my mailing list at the end of the month so be sure to sign up for that.

Taglist Reblog: you lovely people already know all of this information, but I'd appreciate a boost to help this story reach new folks. (ask if you want to be added or removed!)

@tiredlittleoldme @abalonetea @happyorogeny @weaver-of-fantasies-and-fables @quilloftheclouds @rainydaydarling @bladeverbenas-blog @andifthestarsweretodie @thelaughingstag @ladywithalamp @avrablake @prettylittlelyres @rainbowsnowflake @theroseempress

[illarian-rambling]

I've been cooking over here with an oc pin-up calendar 💪

My rules for this are that I had to keep the pose and outfit of my ref. Expressions... That depends on the character 💀

We've got Sepo for January, Astra and Mashal for February, Avymere for March, Pash for April, Nyda and Kaulakri for May, and Vermir for June. The other six months will come at a later date. Until then, please enjoy!

@amandacanwrite @elsie-writes @riveriafalll @kosmic-kore @kaylinalexanderbooks

@bard-coded @carrotsinnovember @patternwelded-quill @somethingclevermahogony @whatwewrotepodcast

@the-angriest-author @mk-writes-stuff @frostedlemonwriter @vyuntspakhkite-l-darling @watermeezer

@leahnardo-da-veggie @mr-orion @televisionjester @ray-writes-n-shit @evilgabe29

@trippingpossum @tragedycoded @halfbakedspuds @ominous-feychild @cain-e-brookman

@wyked-ao3 @thecomfywriter @mysticstarlightduck @rumeysawrites @the-golden-comet

@cowboybrunch @gioiaalbanoart @theink-stainedfolk @sableglass @thelaughingstag

@finickyfelix

[notwritinganyflufftoday]

A Little Prayer for Dead Gods - Intro Post

Praying to dead Gods is taboo as much as it is futile. A dead God is better off forgotten in the margins of history as humanity moves on to greater Gods.

The greatest God of them all was the God Regent, uniting a vast number of regions under his iron fist during a long period of bloodshed followed by a century of peace.

But not even a king can rule forever. The God Regent disappeared at the height of his reign, and stayed gone long enough for humanity to move on to newer Gods.

Sasha is a young man raised in a family worshiping the Goddess of Wealth. As a traveler and a thief, praying to her is what he's expected to do. But he prefers the travelling far more than the thieving part of his heritage. Unfortunately for him, the God of Wanderlust is long dead.

All Sasha wants to do is wander the world and see all it has to offer, but it's not long before he gets pulled into a dangerous quest to bring a dead God back to life.

Excerpt:

"You received a divine mission," The Spirit Sovereign reminds him. Sasha nods sagely. "Why are you not acting upon it?" With a sheepish smile he replies, "I didn't understand it." "And instead of asking one of my acolytes to interpret it for you, you dawdled the day away and-" "slept with one of your acolytes, yeah." Sasha's smile fades as an inkling of worry settles in the pit of his stomach, "He's not going to be in trouble for that, is he?"

Standalone novel | Fantasy/Adventure/Romance | Third-person limited | Present tense

Current status: writing first draft

In case you're interested in following along while I'm writing (and hopefully publishing!) this story, I will be tagging it as #wip: a little prayer for dead gods

Please let me know if you want to be added to the taglist so you don't miss anything from Sasha's whimsical adventure!

Taglist: @eatinghemlocks, @foxgloves-garden, @sarandipitywrites, @northwyrm, @trixierosewrites,

@walkman-cat, @asher-writes, @seastarblue, @aloeverawrites, @firesidefantasy

@tracle0, @thelaughingstag, @ravenekrops, @frantheram

[jev-urisk]

Hey, I'm Jev U'Risk ✌️

This is my Writblr.

New Year New Intro Lets Goooo~

Who is this guy?

'Round 30yo, chronic-overwhelm Autistic goblin, They/Them/He.

Drag artist who tells stories on stage through drag. When covid hit I moved it online and mingled with OC cosplayers, accidentally fell in love with an OC... became a writer to woo it's cosplayer. It worked and now I'm 100k+ words deep and looking for engagement rings.

I'm Genderqueer/Trans/Intersex, Mixed-Race, Pansexual, Poly-Fidelitous (spoiled hinge of a thrupple), Ambidexterous, and the two wolves in me are chaos and control (they are both gay)- basically the universe said I can never have things just one way. 🤷

Jev's Genres?

Jevres?

Generally urban fantasy queer romance/smut adventures with mystery and horror undertones.

I dm dnd sometimes and the worldbuilding culture-creating itch has infected my writing. 🤓

I love subversion and fucking up stereotypes.

I write with my dick 😏(My dick hates capitalism, btw)

Mostly, I write 🌐7 Circles🌐:

Story about 7 Circles of Demons who have taken over as the ruling class and four main characters trapped in their society. They do stuff like get captured, spy on the gov't/get spied on, have lots of gay sex, and find out what really happened to the humans who used to rule the world.

🌐Warnings🌐:

Depictions of modern slavery (unpaid labor by criminals/indentured servitude).

Smut is a part of the plot, explicit and graphic sexual descriptions.

Depictions of addiction, objectification, racism/speciesism, gaslighting/brainwashing, and abuse that is sexual, physical, and/or mental.

7 Circles depicts a fantasy society based on capitalistic extremism for the purpose of highlighting real injustices and for the catharsis of writing people fighting against it. Depictions of this society DO NOT reflect my views, even when they ‘seem’ positive.

🌐Themes🌐:

Unjust legal systems, trauma recovery and self growth, found family and community, hope vs. complacency, climate awareness vs profit, anti-capitalism, navigating being mix-race, LGBTQIA+ themes, lust vs love, enemies or lovers, and the general vibe of a USAmerican scared of what the USA is becoming and trying to escape and cathart at the same time. 🫠

✨️More on 7 Circles here!✨️

Things to do w/Jev!

Say Hi! Ask a thing! Shake me a little (gentle, like egg)! 🐣

I'm hungry for tag games, asks, and general mutual support- even if I don't get to all of them, they delight me nonetheless. 🥰

I go absolutely feral for fanart. Like balls-fucking-ballistic. 👁👁❤️‍🔥

If the topic you're writing about is something I am (ex. you're writing a thrupple and have not been in one), I'm so down for (polite) questions to help you out with that! 😁

Gifs of frogs..... send gifs of frogs.....

Please feel free to say hi in the comments!

I'm super stoked to meet new folk, and am always looking for more blogs to follow 🫶✨️

Stay cool, stay rad 😎

OF COURSE i FORGOT TO TAG THE HOMIES:

@gioiaalbanoart @biblicallyaccuratefruitbat @lychhiker-writes @autism-purgatory @wyked-ao3

@cowboybrunch @zackprincebooks @smellyrottentrees @tragedycoded @aalinaaaaaa

@the-golden-comet @quillswriting @nbkuhn @asablehart @desastreus

@theglitchywriterboi @shanakin-skywalker @honeybewrites @sincerelydorky @the-letterbox-archives

@thelaughingstag

[aalinaaaaaa]

Writeblr Introduction (a Rewrite!)

Hello everyone, my name's Alina (Twenties, female), and if I'm not studying I'm likely on here (or writing, lol). I've had this account for a while now, I use it for posting my stuff as well as the lovely writings of others.

Also a proud member of this society -> @writersuog , go give them a follow! They reblog writing prompts and their members' writings.

And here's what can be found on my blog:

- My writing (see below)

- Other people's writing

- Writeblr things I think are neat

- Eurovision posts (lol)

Just a side note for visitors (this should be common sense, but eh), please don't send me asks/messages relating to the following things.

1. Discourse of any kind (such as political and/or humanitarian issues)

2. Asking for money

3. Anything such as hate comments, advertising, scams and other foolish things.

Should one send me an ask or message in relation to any of the aforementioned above, your message will be deleted on sight. A block and/or report may also be in order, message depending.

WIP Introductions and Masterlists

Flamebearer

Obsidian Sapphires

Caointe na Mná | The Lady's Lament

Soulswapped

Flash Fiction Friday Masterlist

Flash Fiction Friday 24/25 Collection

OC Masterlist

Taglists:

General taglist:

— @thelaughingstag @glassstardust22124 @wip-nook @thereadingfoz @thebluesthourcommunity @original-writing @bigboicol-theflamingcol @darlingsmoon @the-ellia-west @guessillcallitart @mr-orion

Tag Game List:

— @emelkae @afoolandathief @oh-no-another-idea @talesfromaurea @ettawritesnstudies @estelaiswriting @drippingmoon @pluttskutt @avrablake @bloodlessheirbyjacques @writerfae @ghost-town-story @druidx @wildswrites @enchanted-lightning-aes @jezifsterswriting @ashen-crest @writing-is-a-martial-art @thesorcerersapprentice @echoing-sailor @splashinkling @copper-dragon-in-disguise @athenswrites @talesofsorrowandofruin @notthatpanda @mk-writes-stuff @scifimagpie @sparrow-orion-writes @winglesswriter @mysticstarlightduck @thepeculiarbird @poethill

(Ask/comment/message me if you'd like to be added or subtracted from any of these lists! (Each of the wips also have their own lists))

[gaslightwestern]

New York City, 1874 - Mabel Williams

That no-good, rat-faced wretch was up to something. Officer Traynor, a cop so crooked not even an iron could sort him out, caught her attention the moment he slipped into The Lonely Wife. Derby hat tilted low and collar pulled high, Mabel might have ignored him if not for the shine of his shoes, the perfect fit of his coat, and the glimmer of his lapel pin. A low-ranking lawman, his new wardrobe screamed money on the sly. Overdressed for a Five Points dive and beyond where he made his usual rounds patrolling and harassing folks of the Seventh Ward, Mabel doubted police business brought him here. After two shots of gin, a hurried glance at his watch-chain sent Traynor back out the door, not knowing he had gained three new shadows. “Would you please slow down?” Charlotte O’Shea hissed, hitching up her skirts as she tried to navigate the dark alley without stepping in any muck. Although Andrew Liang walked quietly beside her, his smirk spoke loud and clear. “If you get any closer to that gentleman, he’s bound to spot you!” Rather than point out Traynor was no gentleman, Mabel slowed her pace and whispered back, “If you insist on tagging along, keep up!”

[ Hell's Half Acre: Intro | Tag | Excerpts | Mabel | Charlotte | Rambles | Updates ]

Please let me know if you'd like to be added or removed from the taglist: @cirianne, @oliolioxenfreewrites, @jacqueswriteblrlibrary, @thelaughingstag, @shouldyouwakethewriteblr

[writeblrfantasy]

It's out! It's release day!☀️🎉☀️🎉

this baby is out in the world!

this book got its start on tumblr three years ago (wow the passage of time never fails to astound me) and i owe it all to this wonderful writeblr community. writing this series during the summer/fall of 21 was one of the best periods of my life, and i will forever be grateful and nostalgic for that time.

i truly can't believe this book is now out for everyone to read as i always hoped it would be! thank you to my incredible betas, friends, and everyone who has read this book at various stages along the way.

it's yours now. step into the world of kryos, and cerrick and njord's romance, for the first time.

You can buy it here!

orderverse taglist (lmk to be added/removed) @willowiswriting @ninazeniks @magic-is-something-we-create @ren-c-ley @justwriteyoudummy

@47crayons @yejidoesthings @ettawritesnstudies @faithfire-writes @a-forgotten-dusk

@talesfromaurea @ashen-crest @thelaughingstag @transmasc-wizard

GENERAL TAGLIST: @worldbuildng @muddshadow @nikkywrites @47crayons @directionoftime

@chayscribbles @magic-is-something-we-create @rodentwrites @notwritinganyflufftoday

[alistonjdrake]

A Woman of No Importance: Repeat After Me

I may repeat this more than 4 times but I think 4 examples is more than enough to get the point. One of these refers to Cierra, another to Mathilde, and another to Edelgard and I wanted to show how they mirror each other in their vanity, their pride, and their hobby of holding grudges. These are women who care deeply about their image, but also it doesn't matter. Their image now belongs to how someone decides to perceive them, how they're remembered, and how they're written by their contemporaries or historians.

The Early Ages was a fraught time for a budding country, and no one knows that better than historian Sabina Sphar, whose deep dive into one long-gone country leads to an obsession with two women held responsible for its downfall. The year is 946 W.C. and King Oswald of Vilsland has just ordered the execution of his once beloved aunt, Princess Mathilde. Now wanted for treason, Princess Mathilde seeks refuge in her childhood home, currently occupied by a woman who holds a powerful grudge. Twenty years ago, Cierra Dimmock and Princess Mathilde were rivals in the midst of a bloody game of intrigue and court manners. One was a standing regent struggling to keep her grasp on the court and the other the new, foreign wife of a prominent duke. Their feud resulted in one being jailed and the other humiliated. Now, the tables have turned and Cierra is a wealthy widow and Dowager Duchess while Princess Mathilde is an exile looking for political asylum. In a moment of pity, Cierra allows her old enemy to spend the night in her home. Their fates will be sealed by morning and this decision could cost both women their lives. But what is certain is that their country and history will never be the same.

Told through interviews, land deeds, court diaries, letters, Cierra’s own narration, and the musings of several historians. A Woman of No Importance tells the story of a rotten feud between two middle-aged women but also the ill-fated history of Vilsland and how the interactions of these characters wiped it off the map.

Please ask to be added to the taglist!

Taglist: @thelittlestspider @thelaughingstag

[alicewhitesblog]

72 year old Judith Brook starred in bewilderment at the image that had appeared on the inside of her left arm. Without talking her eyes off it, she reached out with her right hand towards the table in front of her and lifting a cup from it's saucer, she slowly brought it up to her lips.

Sipping her Earl Grey, she wondered how on earth the picture of a skeleton riding a motorcycle managed to manifest itself onto the inside of her arm. She knew in her old age that she was becoming forgetful, but surely she would have remembered getting a tattoo! And if she did consciously get one she would have chosen the picture of her late cat not this hideous thing!

Returning the cup to its saucer, Judith looked back at her arm. With the mystery of sudden appearance of her new, and only tattoo, occupying her mind she overlooked the small round flesh coloured sticky plaster on the palm of her hand. A reminder of the blood given to her that morning.

Then, a strange thought occurred to her, 'I wonder if someone is missing a tattoo?'

Across town, Jason Kline is in a bar drinking his beer looking down at the space in his tattoo sleeve. It had been years since he had seen the bare flesh on his arm. Before he gave blood this morning, in the vaccant space, he had a skeleton riding a motorcycle!

[author-a-holmes]

Welcome back! I hope the hibernation was a pleasant retreat <3

The Laughing Stag Masterpost

Hello writers, readers, and everything in-between. Welcome to the Laughing Stag! I have created this virtual tavern for writers to share their work (WIP, published work, fanfic, anything!), get feedback, and to connect with others in the writeblr community. Below, I will talk a little bit about myself, what I envision for this blog, and how it might work. I haven’t done anything like this before so if you have any feedback do kindly let me know. The information and guidelines below are subject to change as necessary for the sustained enjoyment of everyone in this writeblr community.

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[ink-flavored]

Magnet Monday Week 77: Adventure

^ a wizard trying to use reverse psychology to get The Chosen One to go on their foretold quest

If you’re interested in being able to choose the topic of the next poem, make sure to vote in the weekly Magnet Monday polls! Or if you want a commission just like it, check out my pricing sheet!

Transcript under the cut!

[Ko-Fi] [Magnet Monday]

Magnet Monday Taglist (Check out my Google form to get added): @elegant-paper-collection​ @polyphonetic @qelizhus @livums @auroblaze

@stardustanddaffodils @thelaughingstag @ceph-the-ghost-writer @auntdarth @damageinkorporated

@srjacksin @alesseia @maxdamaz

Adventure

Adventure? where would you go?

the world only has stars and clouds

in the sky above

just silence, a gentle show

only puddles of peace

paws of cats and animal singing

tiny flowers waving from the grass

full trees, surrounding green

wild cranberries for warm pies

and sweet spiders traveling by

pink fish that fly through pools like air

and fire to feel away from here

no

there's nothing to see out there

[thesorcerersapprentice]

This questionnaire is lifted from the popular book ‘Save the Cat! Writes a Novel’ by Jessica Brody. It’s designed to help flesh out your main character's personality, motivations, and backstory. I filled it out for Altaluna, the protagonist of The Sorcerer’s Apprentice.

TAG LIST: (ask to be + or - ) @the-finch-address @achilleanmafia @fearofahumanplanet @winterninja-fr  @avrablake @outpost51 @d3mon-ology @hippiewrites @threeking @lexiklecksi @ashirisu @thelaughingstag

[illarian-rambling]

Going back to my Wings of Fire roots with this one, but here's @thecomfywriter 's Von Doro, mother of dragons :)

I should draw more dragons fr, this was fun

@amandacanwrite @elsie-writes @riveriafalll @kosmic-kore @kaylinalexanderbooks

@bard-coded @carrotsinnovember @patternwelded-quill @somethingclevermahogony @whatwewrotepodcast

@the-angriest-author @mk-writes-stuff @frostedlemonwriter @vyuntspakhkite-l-darling @watermeezer

@leahnardo-da-veggie @mr-orion @televisionjester @ray-writes-n-shit @evilgabe29

@trippingpossum @tragedycoded @halfbakedspuds @ominous-feychild @cain-e-brookman

@wyked-ao3 @thecomfywriter @mysticstarlightduck @rumeysawrites @the-golden-comet

@cowboybrunch @gioiaalbanoart @theink-stainedfolk @sableglass @thelaughingstag

@finickyfelix