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[moonlitinks]

daily reminder that if you HAVE A PLOT IDEA, A PLOT TWIST THAT COMES IN THE FUTURE, DIALOGUE YOU WANT TO WRITE, or ANY SCENE, whether it be a LINE or ONE WORD, WRITE IT DOWN.

this is your sign to write and enter your book again, even if it's contributing a single word for your draft.

JUST DO IT, OKAY. ramble if you even have to. <3

(ps. let me know what you wrote hehe)

[plotandelegy]

P1 -Types of Scarcity in Post-Apocalyptic Fiction: A Comprehensive Guide to Survival Elements in Dystopian Worlds

Understanding the Types of Scarcity

Material Resources: First, start with food, water, fuel, and ammo. Once you have the basics, move to less commonly thought-about things like batteries, clothing, scrap metal, and wood.

Skills and Knowledge: Doctors, engineers, survival experts, and mechanics would be some people worth knowing or being in a post-apocalyptic world. What if there were none?

Emotional Resources: Once the world goes to hell, trust and community become resources. Surviving sometimes means getting along with others; you'll want all parties to mean it. Getting fed to a zombie so someone can escape sounds like no fun. 

Information: Who are you going to let hold the map for you? Things can get harder on your team if it gets stolen, left behind, or destroyed. In a world without GPS, information is a resource; let's face it, you must trust its handler. 

This is part one of a five-part writing guide to post-apocalyptic scarcity. Tune in next time for a more in-depth breakdown of scarcity and who makes the decisions? Not me, that's for sure. I'd probably be the one used as zombie bait first.

-Indigo Everly

Want more advice? Check out my other articles!

[prettygreenpills]

Hi guys. I’m coming back with a tiny smut for y’all:)

Assistant - Larissa Weems

warnings: smut!, shapeshifter!Larissa, sub!reader, dom!Larissa, boss!employee relationship, friends with benefits!, etc.

"Darling?" You heard your boss call for you as you were going through some paperwork. You looked up at her and saw her sitting at her desk, in the expensive leather armchair, with a devilish smirk on her face.

"Yes?" Asking almost shyly, you walked over to her desk, ready to do anything she asked you to do.

"You had been working very hard for the past few months. Don´t think that I didn´t realize," she started softly and you just kept watching her, not getting enough of her smile.

"Thank you Ms. Weems," you swallowed and then looked her directly into her eyes, letting her know that you were paying her your full attention.

"I think that you deserve a little reward for all of your hard work, Ms. Y/l/n," she said formally, and you were surprised by that she didn´t call you by your first name or by many of the nicknames she had gave you, as usually.

You gave her a little shy smile, you knew what she had in her mind. When Larissa tapped her thigh, you walked over to her, ready to do anything she said, or better said commanded to you.

"Do you want your reward darling?" She asked, checking your body up and down, letting you know that she liked what she was seeing by the little smirk which had appeared on her lips once again. You quickly nodded your head to let her know that you wanted your reward and looked her into that pair of sky blue eyes. "I need words darling."

"Yes, Ms. Weems, I want my reward..."

"Now come here and sit in my lap," Larissa leant back a little to make you some space between her beautiful body and the desk she was working on. You couldn´t help but looked down, seeing the bulge under her dress, which wasn´t that small.

You listened to the command she gave you and sat onto her lap. Adjusting your body so you felt her exactly where you needed her to, you realized your clit twitch and you looked down shyly.

"No need to be shy darling," Larissa whispered and as soon as her minty breath hit your cheekbone, you were like in heaven. "Can I pull your little skirt upper a bit?"

"Yes please," you begged eagerly and looked down at her already working hands. She pulled your skirt up, so she could see your black laced thong and you breathed out.

"So beautiful... now be a good doll for me and wait a second, alright?" Larissa asked you and you nodded your head, sliding lower on her legs, since you knew what she wanted to do. Larissa rolled her dress up and revealed her cock. You were surprised she wasn´t wearing any underwear, but you just smiled and took her cock into your hand. "A-ah darling. This is not my reward, but yours," she said with a smile and you felt your cheeks go even more red.

Larissa brushed your thighs. Her warms hands were causing you to get goosebumps because of the way how she was touching you. When they wandered upper and hooked into your thong, you lifted your hips to make it easier for her to pull your thong aside.

"That´s a good girl," she praised you and held you up a bit, lining up her cock with you. "Whenever you´re ready love," Larissa breathed out and looked up at you.

Holding onto her shoulders, you lifted your lower body a bit. You took her cock into her hand and guided it exactly to your entrance, breathing out at the feeling of her hot tip.

"Can I?"

"I am waiting for you darling," Larissa smiled warmly and then you lowered your hips. Sitting down onto her made you gasp after that long time. When you fully sat down, you felt a little pressure from the inside but you quickly got used to it.

"Oh my god," you closed your eyes and moved your hips softly, making Larissa moan.

"Riding or the table?"

"Table," you answered her quickly and Larissa immediately cleaned her paperwork by a sway of her hand. She laid you onto the table softly while she was still inside of you.

"Hands next to your hips," she commanded and you did as she said. Larissa quickly took you by your wrists and pushed them into the wooden table, moving herself inside of you slowly.

"God," you moaned out and tilted your head. Larissa felt so good inside of you. When she pulled away and thrusted inside of you again, your eyes rolled back into your scalp and you dug your nails into your palms. "Fuck Issa-"

"You are hugging me so well darling," Larissa breathed out and she kept pounding into you, hitting your sensitive spot every time since she had found it.

"Oh my god-" you moaned out and your hand travelled down to your clit. You started rubbing fast and tight circles, helping yourself out a little while you were letting out all kinds of moans for Larissa, your boss.

"Good girl. Keep going for me love... Fuck you´re so warm and tight," Larissa moaned out and lowered to your body. She kept thrusting inside of you and your legs moved closer to your shoulders. Making more space for Larissa. But she took it like a little invitation...

Larissa pushed your thighs down onto the table, so she had a really beautiful sight of your cunt. She moaned softly when she realized it and her pace became a little harder and rougher. She knew what you liked.

"Yes- oh god- please-" you begged softly and after that a whine followed. That, you were stimulating your clit, helped you a lot and you felt yourself getting faster and faster to the edge.

"Just a bit more darling... Just a bit more," Larissa panted out and you nodded your head, ready to wait for her. You clenched your teeth and when you realized that you started shaking a bit, you gasped.

"Larissa-"

Larissa closed her eyes shut and she thrused into you few more times, roughly. You couldn´t help but whined out and dug your nails into her soft sking.

"Please!" You begged her and it seemed to help. Larissa smiled and thrusted into you once again.

"Cum." Larissa allowed you to and right after that she groaned. Letting both of your bodies tense up in the delicate cramps, you moaned softly. After that, Larissa softly kissed your nipple and pulled out. "That would be all for today, Miss Y/l/n."

[greennoon]

[stormykatie]

dear universe,

how many fire

will you ignite

before you realize

i am a phoenix?

-did you honestly think i'll just burn?

katie

[senlair]

Dancing on a Tightrope

Weakness is not a state,

Weakness is not a trait,

Weakness is not a result,

And weakness is not a cause.

Weakness is not submission,

And love is not weakness

Love is not weakness.

The despair he reached was wilting my once flushed heart,

Dancing to the erratic tunes of narcissism,

And I applauded him,

knowing there was no solution,

No cure,

no escape from the tightrope,

The tightrope where the acrobat balances, holding a balloon,

on a bicycle.

Let me explain: My light spirit, My slender body, make me the balloon,

The tightrope is my thoughts, on which everything depends, The bicycle is the imbalance, the illness,

And the clown :his eyes.

He has no real character,

so he couldn't stand firm.

The scene was sad,

Ideas built on a sickness,

with beautiful eyes

Above there was me

Suspended in the heights,

falling in love.

He quickly grew bored of me, before even getting drunk,

Discarded me, continued drinking,

then threw the bottle aside.

When you reach the limit

The limit of lying to yourself,

Of suppressing your feelings and laughing too loud,

The limit of being overwhelmed and exhausted

Call me

Not to fill the emptiness,

But so we can throw ourselves away together.

I am a traditional girl,

I love sitting on the ground,

And I love tribal dances,

I love everything the way our ancestors did,

So let’s go to a high,

empty place and jump.

When you first threw me away,

When you left me,

replaced me,

When you devalued me,

And when the tower I built crumbled to dust Let’s forget the tower was built from tiny domino pieces,

And forget that I was the one who let you in there.

I just want to lay all the blame on you.

The first time I gave in,

I remember walking into the bathroom,

Pouring boiling water over myself,

In the middle of August so much heat,

And yet, all that fire didn’t make me feel anything

because I was already burned... for you.

Even today, when I miss you, I sit hugging myself,

With the slender hands you once loved,

And I turn the hot water tap,

Cranking the heat until my scalp burns,

but in pouring that hot water,

I see you for a few seconds,

And as it runs over me,

I feel you.

if only for a moment

I feel your burning love, and all of you.

A fire that consumes me, reminds me of the worst I’ve been through.

A fire that burns me, makes me die a little more. Your love destroyed me,

may you go to hell.

Why do I see you on this earth, an angel walking in jeans?

Why did you trade true love for fleeting whims? Do you think my love for you was just a whim? Do you think I love and hate as quickly as you?

I told you, I am a traditional girl.

This is part 1, not sure about posting part 2.

[auggietopia]

green thirteen

i’ll be buried in my bedroom, filled with moss and torn by time. i flagged it with a grave marker back when i turned thirteen, and was sentenced to a social death because i was unclean; a large, unsightly thing. drown me in the reservoir. lay my weary bones to rest and leave me well alone or else, laugh at me in death when my ears can hear no more, or, at least, i can’t be told. after all, i’m stagnant water  with a film of ugly algae; sitting mildew since thirteen. i don’t want to be to blame for once. leave my bones to dust here until the end of time. no one will visit my deathbed and mutter amongst themselves “how on earth did they bury them up on the second floor?” and outside the window, the sky will be blue, and the grass freshly cut and crisp green.

[kozumesphone]

masterlist

💌┊₊˚⊹꒷ R U MINE? .ᐟ

⤷ satoru gojo x gender neutral!reader ‧₊˚ ⋅

ᝰ. 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 . . . jujutsu kaisen

ᝰ. 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬 . . . corny pick-up lines | suggestive dialogues

ᝰ. 𝐤𝐞𝐲 . . . n/n: nickname | y/n: your name

ᝰ. 𝐰𝐜 . . . 161

ᝰ. 𝐚/𝐧 . . . a quick (and short af) dorky!gojo + tease!gojo bc we all know the duality of this man-child <3 here’s a bunch of pick-up lines gojo uses on the reader bc we def need gojo fluff after what gege did to us 🙏 but guys I saw one that went “I have these stitches on my forehead bc you’ve made me lose my mind” and I- 💀

gojo: “y/n.” reader: “mm.” G: “n/n.” R: “mmm.” G: “MY LOVE-“ R: “what is it, toru? and stop smirking.” G: “want me to explain my cursed technique with mathematics?“ R: “didn’t you fail twice, and then ask kento to help you with math?” G: “…” R: “sorry, darling, go ahead-“ G: “LET’S START BY ADDING A BED AND SUBTRACTING OUR CLOTHES-“ geto: “n/n, is he high again?”

ᯓ★

gojo: “something’s wrong with my six eyes, n/n.” reader: “shit, are you o-“ G: “because I can’t take them off you.” *finger guns* R: *bitch slaps him* 💀🙏

ᯓ★

gojo: “oi n/n, you know gumi’s divine dogs, don’tcha?” reader: “mhm. they’re so adorable. and don’t yap my ears off when i’m reading. unlike someone else-“ G: “I think, just like them, we’d make a great pair <3” R: *absolutely mf flustered*

ᯓ★

satoru “throughout heaven and earth, I alone am the honoured one to be your husband” gojo on your wedding day <3

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[trueknights]

A Wizards Calling, by True Lady Knights ID:

There's a roughness in my hand, I look into dark murky waters.

I do not think the magic has left me, how easily a pencil because a sword in calloused finger unused to fighting.

How keen my eyes are as they gauge the water, it's murky depths unknown to humans of this age, waiting eagerly for a pale hand to gift me Excalibur.

I listen for Merlin's words on the wisps of wind, through the tendrils of ancient tongues, gold pulsating through my veins and dancing within.

I do not think the magic has left me, dormant and siphoned though it may be.

I do not believe it has not abandoned us, it lingers amongst, it's essence clings like dust to ancient books.

What force wills your pen to write, your heart to beat and pump? What passion ignites your will, what passion drives quill.

Seize it for it is yours, seize it because it is ours. We plain clothed wizards have forgotten our spells. Yet still, we are here, living amongst the world.

[moonlitinks]

i think trying to fall back in love with your own writing hurts more than falling out of it - because you realize what you had and you're trying to get it back, but it's not coming together sometimes

[plotandelegy]

Crafting Spells with Incantations: A Primer for Fantasy Writers

1. The Roots of Language & Power: Think about languages. Why is Latin so captivating to many? Elvish words from Tolkien's Middle Earth gives us a sense of nostalgia. Incantations borrow from the weight and mystery of forgotten or invented tongues to create allure in our fictional works. Authors might want to consider phonetic aesthetics and rhyming words. Cadence can distinguish between magic that stays with the reader or falls short.

2. The Binding Element - Intention: Fancy words can enchant, but intention carries power. Consider the caster's emotions, desires, and the cost of wielding the magic. A simple spell to light a candle may be whispered, while summoning a storm might require a shout. Emotional resonance adds depth to your magical system. Depth can make it more relatable and memorable. 

3. The Harmony of Gesture: Incantations are often paired with gestures. The flow between word and motion can amplify potency. Perhaps the caster must trace a key through the air to open a door. Visual clues help readers see spell casting in their minds. 

4. The Complexity of Consequence: Let spells have consequences. Mispronouncing an incantation could come with disastrous or unexpected outcomes. Spells can backfire if cast with doubt. Create checks and balances that challenge your characters. 

5. Soundscapes of Sorcery: When performed correctly, what sounds accompany the spell? What sounds come when the magic is incorrect? Spells that summon forth storms release echoing booms in the distance. Offer readers a multi-sensory experience where they can 'hear' the magic too

-Indigo

If you’d like more check out my article on unique and classical sources of magic.

[sapphirefate]

moon and the sunshine

You called me your moon, but you forgot that moon goes through phases,

I said that you were my sun, though you burn I basked in your blazes.

My love for you was like the flames, constantly burning,and never on seize.

But the love you had for me was never stable like the waves of the sea!

It looked beautiful from far yet treacherous,

And when I waded in, I understood it was meant never for us.

[greennoon]

[stormykatie]

One day you will realize, it's not fate or luck that got you here but the choices you've made, the habits you've formed, the thoughts you've run in your head.

-sometimes it's easier to blame the gods or destiny

katie

[senlair]

In a World Where Love Measured Differently..

In a different world,

Where intentions shift,

a world that resembles films,

Or rather, a world of girls with long hair and slender figures,

In this world, perhaps my lover would have loved me.

In this world, my lover would have changed for me.

In this world, perhaps the light would reflect upon me what lies in his eyes.

In this world, the sun would have kept us together.

In this world, love would have a fate like laughter and jest,

In this world, eternity would have a destiny like its whims.

When he spoke to me, raising his eyebrow, Using his hands and the language of his body, I never thought I would one day love him, But I did.

look here, In this world, intentions differ.

My intention changed, but yours did not.

Falling in love is a deep trap, inevitable and inescapable.

Our Lord, the Lord of the Kaaba, is one, Our religion is one, Our wishes are one, Our passion is one so why are we not together?

Why are we not together?

From dust we are born, and to it, we return, But we are also born from pain

a birth of pain, To it, we return

a departure of the soul.

Firmly standing, unshaken by anyone, Firmly existing, unshaken by anyone, With a heart so solid, not moved by anyone,

He lives happily, walks carelessly, He eats and drinks, but with a charm, He loves by night… and is loved by night.

Sadly by me...

[auggietopia]

fantasy city

i lost my voice in my room about four years ago. i choked on a hoarse throat under fairy lights long broken. i broke the desk i wrote words down on about six weeks ago. i took a mallet to it when the screws didn’t cooperate.

everyone is meant to leave the nest about two years ago. instead, i sigh at badly-stacked washing up on the dish rack. this room should be no longer mine as of about two years ago. instead, the caustic present churns with past poured down the plughole.

once, there were chemicals, sunrays, colours, petrol-stained peonies and tarnished morning stars. now there is quiet in the morning, rancid nostalgia, the taste of my mother’s perfume punctuates my sprite.

they built a dam in my brain out of the past four years, stoppering sentience behind it like trapped rivers. i used to feel rainwater coolly on my palms, but now i don’t quite recall exactly when the storm dried up.

now there is nothing, a void space between the eyes, dull, tired, and empty clouds softening all vision. growing ever blanker as four months passed, then four years, disconnecting shivering hands from the brain.

hubris at sixteen and obscure visions of the future push your hands to write meaningless poems of getting older. but how can i keep on building cities of empty fantasies when the bleak realities of real life encompass everything?