#Ametuer writer

[mushroomsmusing]

The following post is meant to be silly and light-hearted. However, the advice is very real. I'm no expert, just someone who's been writing for over 12 years and wished they'd started with better habits.

Are you thinking of starting writing?

Do you want to write and post your work, be it original content or fanfiction?

Well I have some tips for you! These are all things that I wish I had known when I started writing because it's much harder to change bad habits than it is to start with good ones.

Advice and personal experience below the cut!

Keep in mind I've been writing for 12+ years (literally since I was a child), but have only recently started sharing my works outside of close friends. Do with that what you will.

1) For the love of the gods, please do some sort of pre-planning/plotting! It doesn't have to be a full outline, but you'll be kicking yourself when you're halfway through a story and you've forgotten what's supposed to happen next.

- I'm a hard-core pantser, and I'm only now starting to write down a rough estimate of the planned plot for my stories. It was a life altering change that I implemented when I decided to start posting online.

2) DO NOT compare yourself to other writers. I know, it's tempting, but they are not you. Everyone has different writing styles, levels of experience, and education, so there really shouldn't be any comparing between authors/writers.

- I'm a very anxious people-pleaser. It took a while for me to feel comfortable sharing my works, but when I stopped comparing my writing to other peoples' writing, I felt much more confident. What matters is that you grow and hone your craft on your own time at your own pace.

3) Don't hurt your health to get fics/stories done. Sounds simple enough, right? However I know many writers (myself included) who are simply incapable of following this advice.

- I stayed up until 3:45 last night (aka this morning) to work on my fics. This was a horrible idea! But I'm working on prioritizing sleeping over finishing a chapter. Please please please do not let your writing interfere with your health (this includes, but is not limited to: skipping sleep/water/meals to write, consuming excessive caffeine, and sitting for prolonged periods of time without stretching.) Start with good habits now so you don't hate yourself later!

4) The biggest thing to remember though, is to do what works for you.

- I don't work well with rigid outlining, so I don't do that. I do work well with music in my ears, so I utilize that often. There are some writers who are the complete opposite of me and need to outline but hate music while writing. Figure out what works for you! Take in all the advice you can, but tailor it to your needs.

I have a lot more advice I could give, but this is the stuff I wish someone had told me when I started writing. Feel free to send asks or message me if you want to talk about writing or just want to chat in general!

[digitallumian]

I know i said i wouldn’t post writings on my blog since it wasn’t good enough but uh i wanna see what tumblr thinks

MASSIVE TW: Mentions of Overdosing, bullying, suicide, drugs, Thoughts of self harm

I feel like i forgot to add more tw’s but its 5am/srs and I can’t remember if i need to add more

Some Context:

This is an AU of a Kaiju Paradise rp me and a friend made where what we think would have happened if these Characters weren’t exposed to Laminax Labs at a Young age.

>Two ocs, Buck and Blaxor, are not mine and therefore, don’t have much written about them here. <

This is told from the perspective of Kanade Yukimura, an Idol/Popstar which gives an explanation as to why she takes a break near two specific dates each year since the beginning of her career in an interview with a Journalist. Below is what was said in the interview.

Ever since Fourth Grade, Me and my friends had to deal with our own personal issues that we’d tell each other, One of us had it bad. Koneko was one of my closest friends. We did everything together and we even started dreaming of becoming idols together. when we hit fourth grade Koneko started being bullied by some kids in a higher grade than us. At first, it started as just insults on her comfort clothing and Interests and Koneko was able to take it because she knew it was ‘weird’ and that's why she liked it, but the bullying soon escalated and started getting physical.

The kids, who were in seventh grade, would Constantly push and shove Koneko when they got the chance to and Koneko seemed to try her best to not engage because whenever I and our friends convinced her to go to teachers, counselors, or even the principal about it but they’d just tell her to ignore it or ignore her. One day those bullies pushed Koneko down the stairs and she was rushed to the hospital, she awoke a week or two later, and I was so happy she was alive that I didn't care about anything else, this is when Koneko started to spiral deeper and deeper into depression though. In first grade, Koneko started drawing, and by fifth grade, she started showing us her drawings.

At first, her drawings were adorable usually drawings of her special interests at the time such as Pokemon, Vocaloid, or My Little Pony but the bullying started getting worse, Koneko couldn't go into the hallways without being harassed by her bullies, and watching her suffer pained me. I tried to help, I tried to protect her but we were younger and weaker and I already suffer from a condition that makes me even weaker than I already am so every time I tried to help I always failed and I’d be forced to watch as she got hurt over and over after I was harmed.

By seventh grade, Koneko’s drawings started getting concerning. It went from just fan art of her favorite media to more gore and vent art, she always disguised it as her own original characters or from series like The Evilious Chronicles and I didn't want to question her about it as I didn't want to seem pushy or even seem like I'm trying to be invasive of her personal problems.

Koneko always carried a diary, she never let anyone read it and kept it to herself due to it being one of the only times she could talk about her problems. Buck, Blaxor, and I knew she was Genderfluid and how she liked girls, she had written that in her journal because what kid wouldn't? After all a journal is a kid's written safe space after all. Somehow during P.E. One of the bullies broke into the locker Koneko’s diary was in and stole it, During lunch we used to sit together at the lunch tables and that's when it happened, The kid who had her journal and outed out many of her secrets including her gender identity and preference, She never stepped a foot in that cafeteria again.

Eighth grade rolled around and Koneko had become a shadow of her former self, she stopped drawing and burned her journal one day, she started falling asleep in class and would push me, Blaxor, and Buck away and no matter how hard we tried to help her, she never let us. One day Koneko got access to drugs, I can’t remember what grade we were in but I remember that day very clearly up to a certain point.

I went to visit Koneko that day because I was worried about her, Blaxor’s Dad had to pick her up because she had expressed thoughts of self-harm in one of her assignments and Konekos father was supposed to keep watch of her due to ‘the schools concern with things at home’, Konekos sibling Hex wasn’t home and was at military school so when I entered I was hoping that at least Konekos father was at least there, but the house was empty, I felt a sinking feeling, I slowly walked to Koneko’s room hoping that the feeling would go away and started asking if she's okay and if I could come in. There wasn’t an answer so I said I was going to go in and check on her, I gently opened the door... and Koneko was there.. on the floor with a bottle of pills in her hand.

I froze, I didn’t know what to do, I must have blacked out or I blocked out that part of the memory because the next thing I knew, I, Blaxor, and Buck were at the hospital, I was praying to every God possible at that moment, Hoping that Koneko would wake up and be okay. Luckily she woke up and I was so happy about it that I started crying, all that mattered to me at that moment was that she was alive. She was sent to a mental health facility after she was discharged from the hospital and I would visit along with Buck and Blaxor, she seemed so much happier there. When Koneko returned to school the bullying started again and it got worse.

Someone told the whole school about Koneko’s suicide attempt and being at the mental hospital and so many people would say horrible things. It was from things like “she's crazy” and “she's unstable” to things like “You should try again” or “Next time you try to overdose do it right”, This caused Koneko to Push everyone further away and it got to the point the only time she talked to us it'd be online with our group chat and even then it would always be with short phrases.

I Liked her, Like really liked her, I never told her though because of my fear of rejection but I wish I could go back and tell her that I loved her because I look back and realized that maybe those three words would have saved her.

It was ninth grade and the school year was nearly over, we just had three months left and at this point, Koneko never talked to me or the others as much as she used to. They had broken her down and she went from a young and hopeful child with dreams to someone I didn't even recognize anymore, she lost her spark and what made her so joyful. I realize it now but Koneko had been planning it for a while because one day she seemed so happy and gave Blaxor, Buck, and me her most valuable and sentimental things. She gave me a lot of her stuff like her guitar. I should have realized what she was doing due to the sudden shift in behavior because...

it took her away from me...

It was a Thursday and It was lunchtime. I was eating on the rooftop because we no longer sat in the cafeteria after the incident, I saw Koneko come from inside the building and walked to the Fence that surrounded the school's roof. I saw her climbing it and my vision started getting blurry and I started blacking out as I realized what she was doing, I screamed her name to try to get her to stop but as my vision cleared...

She was gone.

I don't remember much after she jumped. According to people who were there, I tried to climb the fence too but two kids grabbed me and held me back telling me that I had so much to live for and just trying to calm me down. The school was put on lockdown after a while. I could feel my phone Vibrating like crazy as Blaxor and Buck spammed the group chat. I didn't care. She was gone. I couldn't stop her. I knew she was suffering. I knew she was hurting, I saw the signs and I didn't do anything. An hour later, the school called the parents to pick up their kids as there was an incident at the school. Buck and Blaxor found me on the rooftop with the two other kids as no one came to get us. Of course they wouldn’t, that school didn’t care about us.

Buck and Blaxor tried to ask me questions but I couldn't hear anything, I could only hear a high pitch as I tried to process everything, I just refused to believe it. We went home and I just locked myself in my room, I refused to eat dinner or even any food after that, I felt sick, I felt like I was to blame because I saw the signs if I did something she would still be here. I felt disgusted in myself because I felt that because I didn't help her, I was just as disgusting as those kids that pushed her over the edge.

I didn't go to school for a month, and I refused to face the kids who were the reason Koneko was gone, turns out she survived the fall and was in a coma, I felt a sense of hope that she would be okay but...

Koneko’s father decided to just let her go...

Now she was truly gone...

I spiraled and barely ate any food, I just couldn't bring myself to be able to eat because of flashbacks to that day. It hurt and it still does. I considered self-harm and even considered Suicide to escape the pain I was experiencing that barely anyone took seriously.

I returned to school a month later and talk about that day was still happening. I couldn't take it, I felt sick, I started getting dizzy, and passed out. I remember waking up in the nurse's office and she asked me if I was okay. She's the only one who cared about any of us, She was a mandated reporter though so I lied and said I was okay.

That same day an assembly about suicide was scheduled to happen, it also served as a memorial for Koneko. I hate that school, and I still hate it to this day, During the assembly, I blocked out everything the school said because it was all a lie, It was just lies and I hated it, I heard kids snickering and laughing during the assembly, I felt sick again, I hated being there. I walked out of the gym, Shaking and in tears and called my mom to take me home early.

I convinced my mom to let me stay home the rest of the year as I couldn't take being there anymore, she told me that I still would have to attend school next year which I agreed to.

I look back at everything that happened and I wish I did something, I still blame myself for it and I’ve been told that it’s not my fault but if I just did something she would still be here.

...

I kept her diary and her guitar. Her father reluctantly gave me her phone with everything still on it, I never changed anything on it.

On her birthday and on her deathdate. I always play her favorite song on her guitar or the piano with Koneko’s Brother, Hex. I listen to the music she used to listen to, watch the media she used to indulge in, and even try do things that she wished to do in life, Such as becoming an Idol.

I might be crazy for doing all of this but I don't care about what others might say. That school and the people in it broke a girl who simply wanted to grow up like every other person on this damn hellscape of a planet. I’ll keep living and I’ll fight on as a way to Inspire others like we wanted to do.

Just for her.

[bittersweetsoxxx]

[cup-of-dew]

Writing question

Hi !! I have a story I want to write and in it the main character goes through alot

-sudden death of relative and being pretty much isolated-

and I imagine that it causes him to have a panic attack ( or anxiety attack?) And I'm looking for tips on writing it.

This character has never had an attack before, and is by himself at the time, and alot of the advice I see is best for characters who suffer frequent panic attacks, or are at least around people who can help, so if anyone has any advice I'd love to hear

Also if you feel like including a panic/anxiety attack at all would be a bad idea lmk

[hipstergecko]

Noice. I'll try it.

Writing advice from my uni teachers:

If your dialog feels flat, rewrite the scene pretending the characters cannot at any cost say exactly what they mean. No one says “I’m mad” but they can say it in 100 other ways.

Wrote a chapter but you dislike it? Rewrite it again from memory. That way you’re only remembering the main parts and can fill in extra details. My teacher who was a playwright literally writes every single script twice because of this.

Don’t overuse metaphors, or they lose their potency. Limit yourself.

Before you write your novel, write a page of anything from your characters POV so you can get their voice right. Do this for every main character introduced.

[luxinoffu]

Intro post bc this fish told me to make one ☝️☝️

Wusgood I’m Luxin!! This is my Main/currently my only blog and if it stays that way I win☝️if it doesn’t Erm. 😂😂😂

I’m an artist first and foremost and an ametuer writer and roleplay once in a blue moon. I dabble in both fandom and oc content!! Warning, I never really stay too long in one fandom/focus on a single oc😂😂😂 so don’t expect too much from me!!!! ☝️ 

However as I’m writing this currently, I am a casual history enjoyer!! French Revolution, Napoleonic war, WW1😻😻😻 sigh…

I also have other socials as I’m mostly likely going to be more active with unless 😂😂 idk SOMEONE gonna bug me or sm

Toyhouse - ok somewhat Dead😂 but oc storage Twitter - yeah I’m dead here too but yk 😂 Instagram - Ok a little more..active.. Discord - Luxin_offu as usual, this is actually the fastest way to get a response. Kind of. 

Will I post? Maybe. Will I keep posting? …..😂😂😂😂😂well

[wintergale27]

HI! I'm Gale 🦕

I'm a queer, neurodivergent adult and use she/they pronouns. I'm an ametuer artist and writer.

My main focus is on my original universes, Eye of the Storm and The Dark Mountain, but I will still occasionally post fanart.

Eye of the Storm started out as a Warriors oc story, but now I've put my own twist on it! You can find inspiration in it from Wolves of the Beyond, Wings of Fire, The Alliance Saga, and fandom contributions to Warriors like the BetterBones AU or the Skyfall Project.

My commissions are open! Consider checking out my price sheets ⤵️

[matriarchal-feline]

Welcome, cuties, to my attempt at a kink writing blog! Expect an odd mixture of kinky short stories, general hornyposting, and some analysis of how i engage in kinks and what kink is to me.

Minors/Ageless blogs will be blocked, please do not take a block personally, it usually means I don’t want to see what you’re posting. Different strokes for different folks, right?

Calliope/Callie for short | 19 | Switch (I don’t expect to bottom post very often if at all) | Vers | Poly | Transfem (genderfluid) | Furry | pfp by TayraWhite on FA, will remove if requested.

Proper kink list, tag system, and intro below the cut

LOVES (main focuses for this blog):

Hypnosis! , Sadism (ESPECIALLY Biting!!), Petplay(handling), Forcefem (both ways, prefer giving at this point), Hunting, Latex (if I can ever afford some), Saliva, Worship, Intox (really just THC and alchohol), Musk, Armpits, Rimming, Degradation & Humiliation (giving), Also a huge fan of HDG, but i’ll usually just gush about world building and writing.

Non-kink Loves: Safety/open communication! I use the stoplight system pretty regularly, and tend to go for debriefings after more intense scenes. Aftercare, Cute things (maybe you?), & Philosophy

LIKES (may receive some mentions/enjoyed in moderation):

CG/L, Masochism, Degradation (receiving), Rigging, Brat Taming, Legs & Feet, Large Penetrations, Size Difference (I’m 6’2” btw), (Impermanent) Intelligence drain, Breathplay, Toys, Denial/Orgasm Control, & Exhibition (putting you on display).

KEEP IT IN PASSING (you may interact with these, but stay brief/ in tags. asks & DMs about are accepted but may be completely ignored or stopped):

Noncon, Dubcon (Sometimes enjoyed sometimes just *not*)Sissy (hope your egg cracks), Piss, Slave, Mentions of permanence or commitment, Findom (subject to change?), & Ego Death

NOT ON MY POSTS (you can still interact, but don’t be surprised if you get blocked or I don’t respond at all):

Scat, Farts, Weight gain/loss (feel free to appreciate my size but don’t press for more or less), Detrans (If you enjoy receiving that’s meh, do NOT try to detrans me.), Forcemasc, Sexualizing my masculinity/ masc gendered terms (I may be fluid but i get enough he/hims offline).

DNI: ____phobes, ___ists, general bigotry, the usual suspects. Also, do not flirt if you are exclusively androsexual/MLM because I am not andro or a man. feel free to reblog if you enjoy it anyways.

DISCLAIMER: This list is subject to change, I have almost certainly forgotten some things and kinks may move around, treat kinks left off the list as neutral and ask if you want anything clarified! Remember, open and safe communication is in the loves list for a reason!

TAGGING SYSTEM:

#callie rambles - Usually sfw musings, announcements, and other out of character prose.

#callie writes - Short stories, hypno passages, longer ask responses, requests, and misc fiction

#purra social - audience interactions, shorter ask responses, and reblog conversations. may be sfw or nsft.

#geef chat - talking with my girlfriends~

#mommy mode - voice in post is maternal, usually condescending, and best read in a deep & loving tone~

#murder mode - voice in post is vicious, sadistic, and commanding. Best read with some venom and growling in the back of the throat.

#maybe mode - voice in post is curious, intellectual, and might be trying to hypnotize you with the socratic method. Best read in a plainer, more matter of fact way, but be warned that you might not have many thoughts after~

#normal mode - voice in post is just how i talk. tends to be all lowercase and much more casual. almost all sfw, or speaking academically about nsft subjects.

ABOUT ME:

Ametuer rigger, hypnotist, writer, musician, and pretty much everything else you can be an ametuer at. Majoring in Philosophy & English Lit. Call me Mommy, Mistress, Domina, Ma’am, or try out something else. A proud experimentalist, I’m open to too many ideas to count sometimes. Go ahead and send requests and asks for pretty much anything, I may even start taking commissions if enough people ask for them. I adore giving commands, so if you need a Mommy to tell you to let your sweet little voice out, I’m here. While this is a kink blog, I’m fine with perfectly sfw, sometimes even non-kink interactions. When I’m feeling subbier, I tend towards the silly kitty way of life. Expect that to stay more offline for now. Also expect the occasional picture, though I don’t plan to post anything more explicit than a bare chest once in a blue moon. Most of all have fun~

[randomfandom-3]

as an ametuer writer, i dont think it matters that my first fanart is from my best freind on a short story i wrote for class

[kiwibirb1]

the thing about being an ametuer writer but consuming a lot of not ametuar media is i know exactly how to make a scene better but i also dont. like i know exactly what to add to make a scene more cohesive but not how to write said thing.

[untitled-tmnt-blog]

I'm not much of an artist (I draw stuff now and then, but it's pretty ametuer and really just for my own enjoyment)... but I think it's really awesome when people are drawn into a fandom by fan creations, so I just wanted to acknowledge the people who did that for me!

My first exposure to Rise came via @soldrawss (who I followed for Owl House) and @funneylizzie (whose art Sol sometimes shared) last summer. Specifically, these drawings of Casey prior to the movie coming out, and then this LFLS animatic (although I had no clue what LFLS even was at the time). Ultimately, it was this drawing of a young Casey and future Leo that finally put the movie on my "to watch" list. The movie ended up getting me hooked, so then I proceeded to binge the show!

After having seen Rise, I was drawn further into the fandom by @starrcrossrose (The Aftermath), @happyfoxx-art (Aftermath), and @dandylovesturtles (I May Be Invisible, But I Still Look Good). I've been loving so much art and fics and comics since then, of course, but those three are the ones who I'd say really pulled me in!

So, to all of the artists and writers out there: thank you so much for bringing these turtles into my life! I'm sure there are so many others out there like me, who ended up giving a show or movie a chance because of you!

What made you excited to get back into TMNT again?

Well, I saw the movie and I thought, hey, I wonder if people draw anything cool. So I went on tumblr just to look at fanart. And within the first five minutes I stumbled upon "Replica" by @kathaynesart and "Bloodbath AU" by @trubblegumm and that was it~

I read that comics in one go and realized that I really wanted to dig into this fandom again:D

[victoriapoetry]

Sometimes

you must

destroy yourself

in order to

reinvent yourself.

[you-are-my-felicity-xen]

Pixistone is a brand not a colour, Dad

Sage, Third Order

[papr-boat]

What I Wish

I do not wish to rule the world,

I do not wish for fame,

Or for fortune,

I do not wish to be an executive,

Or a celebrity.

I do not wish because I have no need of it,

I have no need to long,

I have no need to want,

I have no need to gain,

I only have a need to make.

I am an amateur of the archaic definition,

I am a dabbler in the arts,

I am one who pursues what I want because I must,

I am one who disregards what is expected of me,

I am one who disregards what is wished of me.

Please do not hold it against me,

For I do not wish to tear down those around me,

Through my delighted taps on the keys.

I do not wish to destroy what you hold so dear,

By the creation of that which I love.

I merely wish to obey that which my body and brain demand of me,

I wish to tell stories,

I wish to turn the pixels on your screen,

Or the sounds in your head,

Into a world you can not hope to leave.

I wish to live in one such world.

I wish to disregard the green paper.

I wish to disregard the greedy suits.

I wish to disregard the gray skies.

I wish to disregard the world.

I long to live in a world without the killers of creativity.

My desire is to take hold of my desire.

My wish is to have the wish of every amateur become true.

What I truly wish for is the destruction of all that is real

So that all that we think may replace it.

[granitemoon]

Darius Origin 9

As he exited the shop, he saw a group of fairies talking. He found a bench and waited. And waited. He looked at the clock and saw he had been waiting for 30 minutes. The night progressively got colder and he began to shiver. Finally, a tooth dropped. The fairies kept going, but he needed them to get distracted and move along. “What was the best way to get that done?” he thought to himself. Oh right! Fairies  can communicate through dances, and while some can speak, all are fluent in dance. Thankfully, his father was also fluent in dance and Darius began to remember an insult his father had done to a particularly rude fairy. So he walked up to the fairy group, they were surprised to see him approach so casually. He started off with the dance equivalent of “hey” and the fury responded hesitantly, the other fairies suspiciously gathered around the lead. 

He made a dance  saying “have you heard?” all fairies looked super uncomfortable as to where this is headed. Then quickly and smoothly he said it. It had the desired effect. All the fairies ' jaws dropped and the other fairies in the back put their hands over their mouths. They flew. Fast. Leaving the tooth on the ground. Which he promptly collected into his pouch. He knew that  they would gossip, and he also knew that they would return to this post. Meaning he needed to go pronto. He decided to try out the teleportation trick his teacher taught him earlier that day. With a spell circle, he spread abomination matter underneath himself, taking in Alador’s advice of spreading it out evenly, so the matter got everything when he successfully teleported. He remembered the words the teacher had said and that he had etched into his abomination study journal “When you teleport with abomination matter, it’s not a full abomination so there's no sentience to  control or direct.  In this state it’s pure liquid and controlled by your intent and mind. To successfully teleport you must know what you want and have a clear image of where you want to go '' He heard those words in his mind and he pictured his room back home. 

The sofa was across the bed in his room. The posters of a lot of abomination users. His desk was filled with observations and notes. His abomination matters in jars on the floor. The fresh smell of his room. All that became a complete image in his mind. He swept his hands up and allowed the matter to cover him. Suddenly everything went black. He had kept his eyes open. There was nothing, yet it felt like everything. He could almost swear he heard whispering. Then his eyes were flooded with light. And everything materialized. He was back. He quickly checked his pouch and verified that everything was there. He had all of his limbs. He let out a huge sigh of relief. Then he layed out all of the items and  quickly made an abomination. What was interesting about their eyes, is that it was exactly this part that they don't really create. It’s a mix of the witch and the abomination together that makes it. It takes less than a second. 

He somewhat felt bad, but he needed to do this. He grabbed his dissection kit which he had received from school and sculpted out the eye. Then the next one. He emptied out a jar filled with abomination goo. Letting it splatter all over the floor. He combined the recent goo with the leftover to create another. And another. And another. Another. He kept going till all the abomination goo was gone, from the jar and the first abomination. In the end, he had around 450 eyes. He panted exhaustively and stumbled to his parents room where his mom was a potion maker. He brought the cauldron to his room. 

[malzithis]

Writing blog? Maybe?

Hey so I'm thinking about either making a new blog or turning this one into a writing blog, just to hone my skills a bit and give people a taste of my works. I might also post some of my previous stuff. If I end up doing it I'll be doing free requests for short passages (like one or two paragraphs or what have you) or something.