#For my writing stuff

[regulusstarz]

Random things for my Pran OC's <3

I randomly got the urge to write for my dearest wife Pranala. They're very short due to me being tired, but it's atleast something! Hope you enjoy.

Clementine - Movie night

She's so glad once she has Pran back in her life. She was so alone, her heart aching for that beautiful forest boy, and now he's back. She clings to Pran, never wanting her to leave again.

When she had first saw him again, in the same forest, she knew she wouldn't have been able to deal with Pran getting away again. And her dear girlfriend didn't. Instead, she was there on the couch with Clementine, indulging her on a movie night. Clemmie was eating some M&M's she had bought herself the day before, looking at the stupidly overdramatic romcom she had picked out, resisting a laugh when it got silly.

It was so comfortable like this. Clementine looked up at Pran, she looked back into her eyes. This was the woman she'd love for now and forever. Never to leave again.

Koi - Midnight beauty.

Slowly opening her eyes, Koi looked at the bright light of the TV playing. She hadn't had this great of a sleep in a pretty long time. Jeremy was still battling his insomnia, and she just couldn't bare to leave him alone at night. She knew he'd be fine, he had always dealt with this on his own, but still. Koi was sure Jere appreciated it deep inside.

She felt Pran's warm arms around her, having fallen asleep cuddling on the couch before. They had tended to start doing that quite often for some reason, but she didn't complain. Not at all. Why would she, if it was so comfortable?

Koi took the moment to admire Pran's face and hair. This beautiful woman. She was so glad to have her in her life. And that Pran had accepted them into her own life. Koi couldn't have wished for more from her.

She grabbed the TV remote, praying silently not to wake Pran up, and successfully turned off the TV. She readjusted the blanket around them, Jeremy had probably brought them it, and closed her eyes again. It was too comfortable to get up.

Lyra - Work watching

Lyra had been busy all day helping her wife out in her tattoo parlor, watching her dearest work. It was nice, seeing Pran finally do something she loved agzer working for so long. It made Lyra's heart swell with affection. She had made the right choice choosing to elope with Pran, there wasn't a single moment where she regretted being with her.

Pran had finished for the day, closing up the parlor and stretching her muscular body. Lyra had admired them ever since she was 16, those muscles were still eyecatching, even as Pran's body had gotten softer over the years. Her soft, muscular wife. She could watch her all day.

She Immediately ran over to Pran when she noticed she was done with everything, she got a kiss on the lips. Closing her eyes, enjoying the kiss from her loving wife.

They both deserved a break after working so hard today, even if she had to admit Pran worked harder than her, she had to deal with the customers after all. But she knew there was a pretty good chance Pran wouldn't care about that anyways.

[charbroiledchicken]

if it's good enough for you, then it deserves to be made. don't let anyone else decide if your story is worth it or not.

[abbielauren2024]

Reblog if you’re grateful for your commenters <3

[valemrsn]

making aus for ocs are so funny cause like. theyre already in a situation… but what if they were in a DIFFERENT situation

[rae-butter]

Honestly, I love it when characters relapse. When someone who’s gotten over their anger issues falls into a situation so out of their depth they fall back on their old habits. When someone who’s learned to open up becomes a recluse again in order to cope with something outside their control.

There’s just something so horrible, so toxic, about watching a character grow and then slip back into their old selves in order to cope, bc you know they still care, that they’re the same inside, but watching them hurt so hard they don’t know what else to do brings a sense of catharsis.

[glitchedoutpxie]

How to use Em Dash (—) and Semi Colon ( ; )

Since the ai accusations are still being thrown around, here's how i personally like to use these GASP ai telltales. 🦄✨

Em Dashes (—)

To emphasize a shift / action / thought.

They're accusing us—actually accusing us—of using AI.

To add drama.

They dismissed our skills as AI—didn't even think twice, the dimwits—and believed they were onto something.

To insert a sudden thought. Surely they wouldn't do that to us—would they?

To interrupt someone's speech. "Hey, please don't say that. I honed my craft through years of blood and tears—" "Shut up, prompter."

To interrupt someone's thoughts / insert a sudden event.

We're going to get those kudos. We're going to get those reblogs—

A chronically online Steve commented, “it sounds like ai, idk.”

Semi Colons ( ; )

To join two closely related independent sentences / connect ideas.

Not only ChatGPT is capable of correct punctuation; who do you think it learned from in the first place?

Ultimate pro tip: use them whenever the fuck you want. You don't owe anyone your creative process. 🌈

[transmechanicus]

Modern vampire who has spent the last 70-ish years of their immortality primarily being slutty in nightclubs and non-lethal snacking on hookups shocked and uncomfortable that most vampires older than the lightbulb are really into torture and cruelty and eating babies alive. Super excited to finally meet his own kind and then oh no. oh fuck. time out wtf are they doing. this is profoundly unsexy they bit that guy’s arm off and are letting him crawl around screaming and crying. there’s not even any kissing or grinding or club music. is this normal?? i am Going to throw up i’ve gotta get these poor ppl out of here. askjeeves how to smuggle 30 naked prisoners (assorted genders) out of vampire mansion time sensitive.

[thewordsarestuckinmyhead]

me when the plot won't plot like it should

[artemisdesari-blog]

A writer friend told me something that broke my heart a little bit today; they're going to quit publishing their fanfic.

My instant thought was that they had been trolled or attacked or that something terrible had happened in their life because this person is so passionate about their writing. It wasn't any of that. Engagement with their works has been going down, as it has for many of us. Comments are like gold dust a lot of the time, and just looking through the historical comment counts on old fics on ao3 demonstrates this trend very clearly. It was not simply the comments dropping off which caused them to decide to stop posting, however.

My friend came across a discord server for their fandom (I should point out here that their fandom interest and mine diverged a couple of years ago, we stay in touch but don't currently read each other's posts because I'm not into their fandom and they would rather gouge their eyes out with a wooden spoon than read anything Star Wars) and specifically to share fic in that fandom. They joined, because we all love a good fic rec, only to discover that their latest multichapter fic, which has almost no comments and very few kudos, is being hotly discussed in this server as one of the best stories ever. Not one of these people has bothered to say this to them on the fic. When they asked, none of participants could see the point in telling the author of the fic they apparently loved so much that they love it.

This discovery has absolutely destroyed my friend's love of sharing fic. They share because they love seeing other people's enjoyment, and fic writers do that through comments and kudos/reblogs/likes because we don't get paid. There is no literary critic writing a blog post/article about how amazing the story is for us to copy and keep/frame. There is no money from royalties. All we have are the words of the people reading our works.

Those people on that server could have taken five minutes of the time they spent gushing about how amazing my friend's story was to other people and used it to tell the one person guaranteed to want to hear that praise how much they loved it. They could have taken a moment to express their opinion to the person who spent hours upon hours plotting, writing, editing, and posting those chapters. Instead, they deprived my friend of thing that keeps them sharing their writing, and in the process have killed their love of it. My friend now feels used and unmotivated.

I won't be sharing a link to their fic, they said I could share their experience but not their identity. I know they plan to post one final chapter. I know they intend to express their hurt at being excluded from the praise for the thing they created, and I know they intend to announce that as a consequence they will not be posting for a long while, if at all.

So please, I beg you, don't hide your love of a story from the writer. It's just about the only thing we have.

[moninils]

Cause of my insomnia number one:

[charbroiledchicken]

"you're the writer, you control how the story goes" no not really. i wrote the first sentence and then my characters said "WE WILL TAKE IT FROM HERE" and promptly swerved into an electrical fence.

[katarinazurar]

“you’re a writer, right?”

me, staring at the one sentence i’ve managed to add in the last hour and the 12 open tabs on the specifics of shoes in 1845 Ireland: In theory.

[noodles-and-tea]

Icons, truly

[kirby-the-gorb]

[valtsv]

being someone who's passionate about their interests when you're a horror fan really is a special layer of hell because every interaction you have with another person where the conversation turns to your hobbies and personal entertainments is a trial where if you show too much unrepentant glee at getting an opportunity to talk about your preferred subject you get to watch them mentally move you onto their list of untrustworthy individuals to avoid in the future in real time

[peaceishim]