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[kitab00m101]

I need motivation to write-

Raise your hand if you would read a reeeeally fucking cool sci-f+fantasy about the value of morals and found family with main characters trying to overcome the griefs and pain their gods keep throwing at them (aka lots of trauma and angst), even if the writing isn't all that "professional" :>

[daisywrites-stuff]

probably been done before but i made this!

[sunnysdiary]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Paper Rings : Taylor swift

'I like shiny things, but i'd marry you with paper rings.' (Click the link for the song!!)

Your boyfriend, Jeongin, always teases you with paper rongs until one day he actually proposes when you least expect it.

1.3k words/fluffy fluffy fluffffyyyy/ bf!Jeongin

A/N: ugh, this took FOREVER to write. first part of the music to my eyes series :)

Music to My Eyes masterlist

If there were two things your darling boyfriend, Jeongin, was known for, his teasing attitude and relentless pranks. His personal favorite? Pretending to propose—because he knew it scared the hell out of you every time.

He’d tell you to dress up, take you on romantic dates—candlelit dinners, garden strolls, lakeside picnics—anything to set the mood. And without fail, at the end of the night, he’d drop to one knee. But instead of a real ring, it was always a paper one. By now, you had an entire jar filled with them: three years’ worth of his playful antics, intertwined with the love you shared.

Tonight, you were curled up in your apartment, the lights low as yet another cheesy romance movie played on the screen. Your phone buzzed beside you.

Innie <3 lit up the display in bright colors.

Grinning, you picked up. “Is this my boyfriend?” you teased, amusement dripping from your voice.

“No, it’s the FBI. I need your credit card information,” he deadpanned, the smile in his voice unmistakable.

“Wrong number, then,” you shot back, matching his teasing tone.

“Baby,” he started, his voice shifting into something softer, more serious. “What if I told you that for our fourth anniversary, I got us plane tickets to London?”

Your heart nearly stopped. London—the one place left on your bucket list.

“If this is a joke, Jeongin, it’s not funny,” you warned, fully expecting him to burst out laughing. But he didn’t. Instead, he hummed lightly.

“I booked the tickets last month. Check your email.”

Without hesitation, you pulled the phone away from your ear, switching to speaker mode as you opened your inbox. And there it was, buried among the sea of spam and discount codes—a confirmation email for two plane tickets to London.

“Jeongin, you are unreal!” you squealed, barely containing your excitement. If you could have leaped through the phone and kissed him, you would have. “This means the world to me!”

His sweet chuckle filled your ears, warm and familiar. To him you were his world. “We leave the weekend of the fifth. That’s next week.”

You shot up from your spot on the couch, already mentally planning your outfits. “Okay, I love you so much! Are we still going out to dinner tomorrow?” you asked, grinning like an idiot.

“Wouldn’t miss it, my love. I love you more,” he murmured through the speaker before hanging up.

On the other end of the call, Jeongin leaned back setting his phone on his lap, spinning a small, real ring between his index finger and thumb. “Way more,” he whispered to himself.

Packing Night: The week of the trip, you were absolutely bubbling with excitement. Jeongin came over to help you pack the night before, of course armed with his signature prank. When you reached for another pair of shorts, he dropped to one knee and pulled a paper ring from his pocket.

“My dearest Y/N Y/LN,” he gazed up at you, eyes teasing but soft with love. “Will you be my wife?”

You scoffed, trying to sound sarcastic—though your face said everything. “Yes, Innie, I will marry you.” You held out your hand and let him slip the smooth paper onto your finger.

He rose, hands finding their familiar place on your waist, and kissed you. His kisses were perfect—warm like a summer day, intense like a blizzard, soft and velvety. You could have stayed like that all night.

“I love you so much, my love,” you whispered, your body melting under his sweet touches and even sweeter words.

You finally pried away and finished packing, setting your suitcase by the door next to his.

“The flight is at 5:00 AM tomorrow, right?” you asked, sitting on the bed with your knees drawn up.

He hummed. “I’ll wake you at 4:30. Is that okay?”

You nodded and lay down. “That should be fine, Innie.” You closed your eyes, sleep pulling you under.

You felt his arms wrap around you and heard him murmur, “Good night,” kissing the top of your head.

Departure Day: At 4:30 AM, his alarm roused you. You both dressed quickly—no shower, just a change into comfortable clothes—and trudged to his car, loading your bags into the trunk.

At TSA, Jeongin sighed, “What would happen if I just ran toward the gate?”

“You’d get arrested. Please don’t.” You smiled as the agent scanned your passports.

Once on the plane, you settled into your seats. “Okay, you ready for five days of fun?” he asked, a small smile on his face. You nodded.

Day 1: After an agonizing twelve‑hour flight, you arrived and headed to the hotel to rest.

“Ugh, I can’t wait to just…” you trailed off, plopping onto the bed with a soft sigh. “Finally.”

While you showered, Jeongin lay on the bed, the real ring dancing between his fingers. He whispered your name like a prayer to his lips.

The rest of the day was spent napping and scrolling through social media—both of you exhausted and in love. All the while, Jeongin’s nerves grew; the proposal loomed closer.

Day 2: The day of your anniversary: Morning and afternoon passed much the same—lying in bed, loving on each other. At night, Jeongin took you to a nice restaurant for dinner.

All through the meal, he repeated, “I love you,” over and over.

“I love you, pretty girl,” he whispered against your lips for the millionth time in the last hour. Then he kissed you, gently shoving you onto the bed.

“I’m going to marry you one day,” you said, eyes sparkling with love and passion.

Little did you know that day was closer than you thought.

Day 3: You woke to find Jeongin asleep beside you. You peppered kisses across his face until his eyes fluttered open.

“Morning, pretty.”

“Good morning.”

You went for breakfast at a small café you’d stumbled across.

“Iced matcha?” he asked while you waited in line.

You nodded. He knew you so well.

After breakfast, you wandered through small shops until you found a clothing boutique. You tried on countless dresses before settling on a light‑blue, knee‑length frock with delicate shoulder straps.

You stepped out of the dressing room. Jeongin’s eyes snapped up from his phone.

“Wow. You’re the most gorgeous girl in the world.”

“Oh, please,” you mumbled, heat creeping up your neck and cheeks.

“Seriously. Want it?” You nodded.

“Then take it off, and I’ll pay for it.”

He smiled. “It’s expensive—are you sure?”

“Completely.”

Day 4: The Proposal: Jeongin woke up jittery with nerves. He showered, trying to wash them away. You woke shortly after and ordered breakfast to the room.

“We could go on a hike?” you suggested, scrolling on your phone.

“How about we just walk around for a while? You can wear your new dress,” he said, nodding.

You smiled. “Sounds good!”

You showered, and he paced the room. “You make me the happiest—no, that’s dumb.” He bit at his nails. “Um…Y/N…” He crashed onto the bed with a soft thud just as you emerged from the bathroom.

“Baby, can you grab my makeup bag?” you asked, towel wrapped around you.

He handed it over. A few minutes later, you stepped into the room in your blue dress, hair curled, makeup perfect.

“Wow, you’re just…” he paused, eyes shining. “Wow.”

You laughed and walked over, hands resting on his chest. “Thank you, my love. Now come on!”

You spent the day wandering London’s streets and sights. Jeongin clung to you, buying you whatever you wanted, nerves prickling every moment.

Early evening found you in front of the London Eye.

“Hey, sweetheart?” he stopped you.

“Mhm?” you turned, soft smile on your face.

He took a breath, lower lip caught between his teeth. “Y/N, you make me the happiest man in the world. You’re my everything. You’re what makes me happy, and I want that for the rest of my life.”

He sank to one knee. “Will you marry me?”

Thinking it was another paper ring, you teased, “That’s twice in a week you’re really—” Your voice caught as you saw the real ring gleam at you. “Innie,” you gasped, tears brimming your eyes.

“Please give me an answer,” he chuckled.

“Yes! Yes! A billion times yes!”

From that moment on, you knew he was your soulmate.

[icarianlibrary]

‘Will I move on as just a memory’ - Some Bloom of The Sun art for you guys <33 (BOTS is a WIP novel I’m working on about the myth of Apollo & Hyacinthus)

Reblogs appreciated <33

[mrhuskay]

the fact that THAT episode happened while I was in the middle of writing a comfort fic of bobby and buck being father and son it's just diabolical work

[aphroditeinthestars]

The current game plan-

1. try to get through the rest of the school year without another mental breakdown

2. Rot for the first few weeks of summer

3.Start editing and revising (probaly rewriting) my book

4. Be finished by summer

5. Get over my anxiety and start reaching out to publishers

6.Repeat?

[minimallycreative]

who let me be an author / dm. i have too much power.

don't stop me, im having a delightful time

[sleepy-penmarks]

i bit the hand that fed me when it grew claws that chipped my teeth and made my gums bleed and refused to trim them.

not unless i cleaned myself up and told them why.

[deiarchiescott]

Searching for betas for my new WIP!

Hello everyone! I'm the guy who (if you know) used to work on the HOTD Rewrite Project. I've been kind of offline for the past few months, in part because of mental health issues — just needed to get off socials in general — and in part because I've been working on my very own original novel, Convergence of the Damned! Two weeks ago I finished writing and rewriting and editing the first half of the book (165,000+ words!) and now I'm looking for beta readers to help read and examine this before I start work on the second half!

This work is five years in the making, an amalgamation of all my favourite stories. It's for fans of epic fantasy like Malazan, Lord of the Rings, Game of Thrones, the Stormlight Archive and the Suneater Saga while at the same time being a blend of Succession, How to Train Your Dragon and The Expanse (if you squint).

Now, for all those that are at least semi-interested, let's get to all the goodies!

Convergence of the Damned takes place in a feudal world that has undergone an "industrial revolution" of sorts, but instead with magic. Magotech (magical-technology) is rising, and great inventions like huge, hulking skyships powered by spell patterns down to little things like self-emptying chamberpots and quick communication via magical carriers have become commonplace, especially amongst the rich nobility of the Aldorian Empire.

The story is told through seven major POV characters, each with their own distinct backstory and arc, and split into two major groups. The first group ...

THE FAMILY FALLS

The most powerful royal family in the world — House Aeranthyen of Aldoria — reels from the death of its patriarch. As they come together for the first time in decades — a violent king, a scheming princess, a forgotten prince and a queen hiding a dark secret — they set in motion a series of events that can only culminate in all out, cataclysmic war.

Scions of the royal family of the Aldorian Empire all possess unique superhuman powers, which puts them (as they believe ...) above all other men. But there has perhaps never been a family so innately dysfunctional.

In this storyline we have Liathor, the heir to the throne. A quiet, sullen boy who likes books (and his wife-to-be) more than he likes anything else at court, including, sometimes, his own family. He's a telekinetic but has never been able to best his younger brother Llonwyn — a hot-headed flamewielder — at anything. Yet.

In this storyline we have Sarysa, queen consort of the Empire, who is not from Aldoria. A foreign woman in a foreign court with more enemies than allies. Sarysa, second wife to a king who loathes her, must manouever her family out of a dangerous, deadly political situation, one that will force her to compromise her morals in ways she never thought she would have to.

In this storyline we have Oron, king of Aldoria, First Lord of the Empire and Sword of the Ulios Magnai. Oron is, frankly, not alright. He is a man who knows betrayal — and has lost everything to it — and now exists scarred, haunted, cruel and mad. As he tries to keep a hold on his family and his throne, the frayed edges of his mind will begin to come apart ...

In this storyline we have Aris, the king's eldest sister, jealous and vindictive and petty and manipulative. Aris believes in only two things: the Holy Twins who reside in Heaven, and the fact that she is entitled to her younger brother's throne. Both those beliefs will be tested as she grows further estranged from her family, and as sides begin to take form.

Enjoy the Aeranthyen family tree below. More can be found in the book!

And now, onto the second major setting of the story ....

TO BOND IS TO LIVE, TO LIVE IS TO DIE

A pair of commonborn best friends — young boys Talarys and Aeron — claim dragons and join the prestigious Order of the King's Riders, where they are bound by three oaths: Never have children, never hold lands or titles, and be ready to die. This new life will test both them and their friendship as they are flung headfirst into the boiling pot of imperial politics, betrayal and warfare.

In this storyline we have Talarys, a young boy from nowhere special with a drunkard father. Talarys has dreamed of being a rider his whole life. He knows the names of all the riders and their dragons, their stories. He's naive, he's shy and he's scared — and he'll soon discover that what he thought the riders were (the king's arm outstretched, hoping to make peace) is very far from the truth.

In this storyline we have Aeron, Tal's best friend, who grew up rich and pampered (for a commoner) in the imperial capital at Lohsthar. Aeron is Aldorian, he's handsome and he's suave — he loves girls and they love him. He's never had a bad day or a bad anything, really. Yet.

Convergence of the Damned incorporates diverse viewpoints, and not even really by design — it just panned out that way. It's a very woman-led book as well, all of them strong and unique in their own ways, and all but one of the central POV cast are POC. The book touches on subtle themes of racism in the royal court and space and critiques the feudal structure of the Empire as well as the 'blood purity' that the royal family espouses.

There are no major land battles in the first half of the book, but I have read texts by scholars on the subject of medieval warfare and war planning in order to make war in the book, when it inevitably comes, as realistic as possible. I also of course had to incorporate the magic of the world into the battle systems, including the fact dragons exist, and skyships that shoot laser beams as well. It's all very fun, and the final battle of the book (as it is in my drafts right now) is 15,000+ words of nerdy BS which I love so much!

If you are interested in helping me by beta reading this project, please signify! You can reach out to me in my DMs right here on tumblr or you can email me at deiarchiescott@gmail.com! I will say that please only reach out to me if you're sure you will be able to finish the project. I've been ghosted a lot if you can't tell haha.

I have epub and pdf files of this first half ready to go. All that's left is you guys!

[kathryn-helms-perspectives]

Buy a copy of Perspectives to support cancer research and funding for families with children battling cancer!

[eight-littlenightmares]

whump idea: screaming

cw: recapture, screaming, gag, car, references to past trauma, young whumpee, kidnapping, a lot of swearing/vulgar language, ehh stuff like that

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Whumpee is walking home. It’s been a few weeks since she’s escaped her kidnapper Whumper—she’d been there a couple months, hadn’t even been the worst couple months she’d ever had, especially compared to the other incident—and she’s feeling better.

Or at least that’s what she’s telling herself. Truthfully she’s just as jumpy as always.

And tonight is no exception. In fact she’s feeling even worse tonight. She’s walking home after hanging out with her best friend all day. It had been great, she absolutely loves her best friend, but she’d stayed a little later than she’d meant to and now it’s pretty dark out. She feels strangely paranoid and she’s not quite sure why.

No, she does know why. She’s been jumpy ever since her first kidnapping, two or three years ago. She’d barely started recovering from that when Whumper had kidnapped her, that bastard.

Whumpee starts walking faster. She knows she’s just being stupid and paranoid as always, but she can’t shake the feeling that she’s being watched. And also maybe followed—no, no, she’s being ridiculous.

She’s going to get home just fine, and when she does she is going to sit on a fucking counter to exposure therapy herself. (It hasn’t really done anything other than make her unreasonably anxious yet, but she’s sure it’ll work at some point.)

But then Whumpee feels something. Nothing physical, nothing at all, but just a feeling, a feeling of something being Very Wrong. She can’t help it, she starts to turn around to look—

And then hands are on her.

Someone grabs her around the waist, someone much bigger than her, with rough hands and smelling of cigarette smoke.

Whumpee reacts immediately, shrieking and kicking at her attacker.

“..stop screaming,” a voice whispers into her ear. “I told you I’d find you again.” It’s Whumper’s voice.

Whumpee goes into a fit of terror. HELL NO, she is NOT being kidnapped again, she absolutely will not stand for it. No.

She starts to scream. As loud as she fucking can, screaming her fucking throat raw. She is NOT going back. She is not going ANYWHERE except HOME.

“HELP!!!” Come on. There’s gotta be someone nearby, someone who will wake up or who is already awake, someone who will care enough to save a poor teenager being kidnapped. Right? SOMEONE WILL SAVE HER, RIGHT?

She’s so fucking sick of this. She doesn’t wanna go back and she doesn’t wanna go anywhere with anybody, especially not Whumper. While Whumper isn’t the very worst person she’s ever had to deal with, he’s certainly not someone she ever wanted to see again. Fuck this guy anyways.

“Shut up,” Whumper snaps, glancing around to make sure they’re not being follows as he drags Whumpee towards his car.

Whumpee starts to scream louder. She’s getting more desperate. She will NOT go in that car, she absolutely REFUSES.

And then Whumper pulls a piece of cloth out of his pocket and ties it around Whumpee’s head in a gag. Whumpee struggles uselessly. She tries to scream again but her voice is muffled.

Whumper forces her facedown into the backseat of the car, wrenching her arms painfully behind her back and tying them with a length of rough cord. Whumpee feels tears begin to prick at the back of her eyes as she screams her fucking heart out. It’s not enough. It’s not fucking enough.

The car door slams shut. It sounds like a nail in a coffin. Then Whumper climbs into the front seat and starts the car.

The car starts moving. Whumpee has been kidnapped. Again.

(Hello!! Author’s note!! This is technically a oneshot of one of my OCs, but you can apply it to any character!! I also do not mind if you’d like to reblog and continue the story!!)

edit: changed Whumpee’s pronouns to she/her because she’s supposed to be based off of my OC anyways :D

[kitab00m101]

I was so happy this morning, cause my dad was talking with me about getting my book published, and where I was at on my progress with book 2-

And then in the middle of the fantastic conversation, he ruined it. He looked at me and said, "are you sure you don't want to write something more mainstream? If you really want to succeed as a writer, your books need to gain traction, and I'm worried for you."

Guess what I had been talking about when he said that? I was talking about one of my emotionally abused characters, who had a psychotic break and tried to diy their own top surgery, because they had spent thousands of years repressing themself.

I have to write this, I have to. It's my story, and it's the one I want the world to see. I want my community to see, and not feel so alone.

I don't care if it flops, or if it's banned. Someone out there will appreciate it.

[vvallent1ne]

wow.

iden x cordial art is something i’ve only ever dreamed of receiving and now it’s here 😭

[mrhuskay]

okaaay, so maybe that bobby and buck's comfort fic has been delayed and instead I've been cooking some good ol' angsty one. you can't blame me, the 'bobby being alive' delusion could only get me so far before I had to give in to the pain

[differentnighttale]

Writers Challege #3

Ciao bellas,bellos.

Its me again.

I'm back in my home coutry.

sighs sadly.

Whelp, anyways I made a challenge.

Rules: Describe your WIP(s) with their title as a dramatic logline for a show.

Tara: Wolf Chronicles is a swirl of Stranger Things show but in a modern day setting and with werewolves.

Tara: Wolf Chronicles is My Reason to Die but with fantasy and horror.

@wyked-ao3 @blargh-500 @loverboyxbutch @morganthepen

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