#camp wrimo

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Hello again we are on number 13 of the prompt list for camp nanowrimo 2023 I'm skipping the free Fridays so don't worry about those anyways onward ho it's the 29th so I need to finish as much of this today tomorrow and the next day.

Day 13) Rowan us a bit unlucky I'd say she has a few bullies and her dad's a dick but she's gained a bit of luck with her friends billy and stu are ride or die kinds of friends

Day 14) Yes she does!!! Her name is Jamie Lee after Jamie Lee Curtis because Halloween is one of her all time favorite slashers Jamie is a black short-haired cat with a little white star on her chest she's a really smart cat and is Rowans closest companion

Day 15) nah not really I usually physically write scenes down through out the day when they pop into my head then I speech to text them into my main word doc

Day 16) umm usually on the living room couch when it's quiet or in my bed sometimes too

Day 18) Rowan isn't scared of a lot I'd say for intangible the fear of being abandoned and for tangible I'd say wasps she gives every wasp she sees a five foot berth and freezes if one comes up to her she mumbles no no no till it goes away stu saw this happen once and laughed in her face till she smacked when it finally left her alone

Day 19) Rowans favourite food is probably Mac and cheese with hotdogs it was her favourite meal when she was little and when their mom made it it was amazing she doesn't make or get it very often anymore but whenever she does it brings back all those good memories for her

Day 20) inspiration for this WIP is if you haven't already guessed Scream 1996 I watched scream iv recently and got sucked headfirst into the Fandom scream 1 is one of my all time favorite horror movies and Billy and stu are such fun to write too.

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New Patreon post is up.

Grab your backpacks; we're going camping. Nano-wrimo camping.

[walks-the-ages]

Hey nanowrimo, what the fuck does this mean. What is this article about.

Why do you have an article that sounds like an angry tumblr post that is *clearly* about some incredibly serious allegations, but you're trying to sidestep them by..... acting like people questioning your endorsements of clearly shitty people/company is somehow the same thing as belittling the romance genre or people who became published authors after starting out with fanfic??

Full text from September 2nd, 2024 so they can't edit it later:

"I can't believe NaNoWriMo is endorsing a person/company who does ______________!"

3 days ago Updated Not yet followed by anyone NaNoWriMo is not in the business of telling writers how to (or how not to) write, taking a position on what approaches to writing are legitimate vs. illegitimate, or placing value judgments on personal decisions that are a matter of free choice. Opinions about "correct" ways to write or "right" vs. "wrong" kinds of writers should not be brought into our spaces. Our priority is creating a welcoming environment for all writers. There is no place for that kind of virtue signaling within NaNoWriMo. This position extends to our partnerships with sponsors and affiliates, with authors who we invite to write pep talks or serve as camp counselors, and to people who we invite to participate in events. NaNoWriMo is a global community of more than 550,000 writers who we fully expect to have different values, different needs, different preferences, and different curiosities. Because Wrimos are not a monolith, we don't cater to a specific author archetyope or ideology.  We take this position firmly, and we take it seriously. NaNoWriMo is a 25-year-old organization with staff that has been in the writing community for a very long time. We've seen tremendous harm done over the years by writers who choose to pick at others' methods. We've seen indie authors delegitimized by traditionally published authors, highbrow literary types look down their noses at romance authors, fanfiction writers shamed for everything from plagiarism to lack of originality; the list goes on. Not only is this sort of shaming unnecessary and often mean. It's proven itself to be short-sighted. Some of the most shamed groups within the writing community are also the most successful (e.g., Romance is one of the highest-grossing genres; an increasing body of data shows that indie authors do better than trad-pub authors, and some of the biggest names in publishing started out in fanfic). NaNoWriMo's mission is to "provide the structure, community, and encouragement to help people use their voices, achieve creative goals, and build new worlds—on and off the page." We fulfill our mission by supporting the humans doing the writing. That means not judging them and not allowing judgmental dynamics to enter into our spaces. 

this just reads like an angry, desperate attempt to downplay a serious issue by pretending people are just being misogynystic or looking down on indie authors when clearly that's not what they're responding to lmao, considering probably 99% of Nanowrimo's participants are aspiring writers who probably started out with fanfiction and are probably going to be self published?????

[nanowrimo]

5 Tips for NaNoWriMo First-Timers

Feeling nervous as a new Wrimo? NaNo Guest Demi Michelle Schwartz has advice for you! Read on for tips on how to make sure your first attempt at Camp NaNoWriMo is a great one.

Have you heard about the NaNoWriMo or Camp NaNoWriMo buzz? Are you on the fence about taking the challenge for the first time? If yes, I’ve been in your shoes.

Last year, I got a new novel idea I was eager to write. I love challenges, and NaNoWriMo looked like the perfect time to draft my story. Still, being a first-timer gave me nervous butterflies. Little did I know I’d win my first NaNoWriMo with a finished draft at 73,000 words.

Whether you’re planning on participating in Camp or thinking ahead to November, I have five tips for you.

1. Plot and Research in Advance

First, I can confidently say I wouldn’t have been successful if I didn’t plot and research. Having a solid story idea from the start gave my writing direction each day.

If you’re a pantser, this may contrast with your process. Rather than completely plotting the novel, see if you can at least plan major beats or turning point scenes. That way, you’ll have plot points to write towards.

Also, doing research in advance reduces the amount of times you’ll have to pause to look something up. You may have to google information here and there, but a head start will make these internet-surfing adventures minimal.

2. Plan a Writing Schedule

Planning a writing schedule is key. For me, I’m most productive when I first wake up before I’m swamped by the day’s tasks. Also, I write well before bed, as long as I’m not too tired. Knowing when you write best will allow you to plug in time to work on your story.

Also, look at your calendar and plan accordingly. Part of my NaNoWriMo goal was writing every day, but I had to work around other commitments. Last November was a busy month for me in my songwriting career. So, I had to adjust my writing schedule during busy release and press days.

Having a plan for when you’d like to write and being aware of days you can fit in more time with your story will give your journey structure.

3. Remain Flexible

I can’t stress enough how important it is to remain flexible. No amount of planning can prepare you for curve balls or days you’re not in a creative mood.

If you go into NaNoWriMo thinking all your plans are set in stone, you may find yourself feeling anxious when something veers off course. Remaining flexible gives you room to adapt while staying on track.

4. Interact with the Community

NaNoWriMo has a special community. Whether you’re connecting with other writers on the website or on social media, everyone is so supportive.

There’s nothing better than participating in an event where writers are cheering each other on and sharing experiences. You may make friends and connect with critique partners and beta readers. Most of all, you’ll realize you’re not alone as you take the NaNoWriMo challenge.

5. Celebrate All Your Wins

Finally, celebrate all your wins. Recognize when you draft your first chapter. Give yourself a pat on the back when you hit a certain word count. If you’re doing a streak, feel proud for writing several days in a row.

Sometimes, as writers, we only focus on our end goal. It’s important to remember the small wins along the way play a role in reaching the desired result.

There you have it. Those tips allowed me to succeed during my first NaNoWriMo. There’s an international community of writers ready to welcome you, so get out there and become a Wrimo!

Demi Michelle Schwartz is an author from Pittsburgh, PA. She writes young adult fiction and enjoys the mystery, thriller, and fantasy genres. After earning BAs in Creative Writing and Music from Seton Hill University, she went on to pursue her MFA in Writing Popular Fiction at Seton Hill and graduated with her degree in June of 2022. When Demi isn’t working on her manuscripts, she’s busy chasing her other dream as an award-nominated songwriter and recording artist. Check out her website, Twitter, and Instagram! Photo by cottonbro studio from Pexels

[troutfur]

If we’re going with indulgences today and Ravenpaw content.

Prompt: FireRaven + “Sorry I got blood on your nose” “You just took on four cats by yourself and that’s what you’re concerned about?” “Well, I can’t compare to legendary adder killer”

JASPER I'M SO SORRY I TOOK FOREVER ON THIS!

I've owed you this for 2 months and a half, but I just haven't been able to get my groove back writing-wise in so long. Hopefully the calm-wrimo ficlets can help combat that.

(If anyone wants to get a ficlet ~500 words I'm aiming to do one daily for all of November. Please do check my guidelines here but other than that submit as many as you'd like. I still got plenty of spots open.)

Let me offer thee:

It was over as fast as it’d begun. The sudden silence as the raiding party retreated left only a faint lingering ring in Ravenpaw’s ears. Gradually, as the adrenaline coursing through his veins diluted into his bloodstream, it dissipated, letting the sensations of the forest come back to him. The booming beats of his heart were first. Then came his labored breaths. Every spiked hair along his back began to fall into position and his raised hackles began to feel uncomfortable to maintain.

“Sorry I got blood on your nose,” came Firepaw’s mew, from his side.

Ravenpaw startled, only now noticing the red stream that was running down the side of his muzzle. “You just took on four cats by yourself and that’s what you’re concerned about?” he asked. It came a little forceful out his muzzle, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t feel a warm glow rising at his friend’s concern. A feeling that mixed with a certain amount of bafflement.

“Oh that?” Firepaw mewed. “Well, I can’t compare to a legendary adder killer.”

Ravenpaw gave a little gulp at that and tried to act nonchalant by licking off the bloodstain. “...I, well, I suppose...” He spluttered a few more meaningless sounds as he thought of what to say in response. It’d been no big deal, really, just a dumb risk that’d paid off. But for Firepaw to compliment someone so foolish, so reckless, so utterly--

“Here,” Firepaw said with a helpful lick that snapped Ravenpaw back from the realm of his thoughts to the forest. Coming closer, Firepaw fixed his paws around Ravenpaw’s neck and continued washing Ravenpaw’s face.

A purr rumbled in the jett-black apprentice’s throat as he relaxed. Let others around them buzz with worry, taking headcounts of the cats currently present and making plans already for their rebuilt defenses. After the single-minded rush of battle Ravenpaw only wanted to bask in this much more pleasant sensation that enveloped him.

Firepaw gave a chirping mew as he noticed. “There we go!” Firepaw said. “Much more like the Ravenpaw I like.”

A hot sensation spread all across Ravenpaw’s cheeks which he channeled as he began clumsily licking back at Firepaw’s own face.

“Hey! Hey!” Firepaw protested, raising his paws in mock defense as he gave out a giggle. “Ugh, you’re like a dog!”

At that Ravenpaw took offense and gave his friend a light shove backwards. “Hey! Some respect you show the ‘legendary adder killer’!”

The two of them devolved into a playfight right then and there. As they tossed and turned in the dirt the last of the tension of the battle melted straight away. Their swipes turned lazier and their dodges clumsier the more they kept at it until they both collapsed onto their backs giggling messes.

They remained there without much of a concern in them until Tigerclaw’s growl snapped them back into reality. Snapping back into his feet in an instant, Ravenpaw hung his head in shame but before he had any time to lecture his apprentice a booming voice rippled across camp.

“Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath the highrock for a Clan meeting!” Bluestar called.

Suddenly at attention the whole Clan gathered and Ravenpaw looked on to his denmate who bounded off with great enthusiasm to be given his next task with which to serve ThunderClan.

[brewstersbru]

Im back for a bit I'm getting writers block on my wrimo; have some really bad galehalstarion (?) bloodbearweave (?)

“Goodnight darling.” Astarion purrs, pressing a gentle kiss to Gale’s forehead as he pulls away for the night. Of course, he had been chivalrous enough to clean everything up, Gale included, but not chivalrous enough to stay the night, it seems.

For the past few nights he’s been making his rounds, first to Halsin, now, Gale. Gale suspects it has something to do with their most recent encounter with the drow woman with the vampire fetish where they had both refused to order him to do anything, and instead reinforced his personhood, which, evidently, he hadn’t been anticipating.

Leaving early also likely has something to do with the fact that no one else in camp has any idea that the three of them are in any way… involved. To be fair, they’ve each got quite a bit else going on, outside of petty camp matters. Wyll has his whole complicated thing with Mizora, Karlach’s got her engine to worry about, Shadowheart with her budding religious crisis and Lae’zel with her ongoing religious crisis, after what happened at the monastery.

Which, Gale had thought that would be all the more reason to not have to be as careful as they usually were- preoccupied minds are less perceptive and all- but evidently Astarion is not of the same mind.

He leaves with a roguish grin and cheeky fingers dragging across Gale’s ankle before the tent flap closes behind him. Gale has to take another moment to himself in order to prevent any further blood circulation to unwanted areas before he can fully process what has just happened.

Falling into bed with Astarion is nothing new, really. He, Astarion, and more recently, Halsin have been tangling in the sheets for a good while. Gale can say with certainty that he knows which spots to kiss around to make Astarion flush, to make Halsin groan in contentment, and that the other two know just as much about what makes him tick.

It’s just, usually, he gets a chance to reciprocate. To funnel the pleasure that has been given to him back into his partner(s), often in excess. He enjoys the feeling, having done something- or in this case, someone- so well and thoroughly that there is no room for discontent or unease. Astarion, especially, usually revels in it. Writhes and gasps, grinning still, as he takes what he is given. Halsin always enjoys a good show.

Today, though, the vampire had entered his tent with a mission. His movements were purposeful, his voice practiced and purring as he brought Gale to the edge and over time and time again. He was not to be contented until the wizard had spent himself thrice at least. And Gale is in no way ungrateful for this gift, in fact it’s the most well fucked he thinks he’s been in a good long while. It just hadn’t really seemed like it was Astarion, that he was fucking. Rather someone with his face, attempting to act out what he thought Gale’s greatest fantasies were, in order to elicit the best reaction. To be exactly what he thought Gale needed. When all Gale has ever really needed or wanted these past few weeks was to see his lover(s) happy and sated.

He was robbed of that tonight. And Astarion had seemed pleased with himself when he looked down upon Gale and saw the pleasure he had wrought, but he had also seemed a thousand miles away. Gale doesn’t like to speculate on what might have caused that, but the thought is as horrible and inevitable as the man who caused it. Cazador.

Even just an inkling that lying with him had been, in any way, close to what Astarion had experienced with his old, cruel master, was enough to make Gale sick to his stomach. He wonders if Halsin had had a similar experience. He resolves to talk to him tomorrow, without Astarion present, just in case his theory is correct, and they need to stage an intervention.

***

Halsin is expecting him, when he ducks through the flap of the other man’s tent early the next morning. The sun has not even risen yet, but Halsin is fiddling with a knife and a small piece of wood, a pensive tilt to his eyebrows as he works. He sets his tools aside as soon as Gale makes himself known and pats the ground beside him.

“Good morning, my heart. Please, have a seat.” Gale complies, dropping a fond peck to his temple as he does so. Halsin, in turn, wraps an oak-thick arm around his waist and pulls him into his side. Gale cannot help the startled chuckle that this elicits, and smacks his arm, halfheartedly.

“Good morning, love. Stop trying to be mushy I have serious business with you this morning!” At this, Halsin pauses his tender ministrations, then shakes his head.

“First Astarion, and now you. My heart, can we not have a moment solely for the sake of joy and pleasure?”

Gale perks up at the sound of their other lover’s name. “Astarion was here?” He asks, then, realizing that this is a stupid question, amends, “I mean, he did that thing where he came in and set himself to servicing you with a- frankly, quite intense- single-minded focus? Without allowing you breath or movement enough to reciprocate?” Halsin’s head jerks in his direction and Gale knows he’s hit the nail right on the head.

“Yes…” Halsin admits, “Although it was significantly more difficult to restrain me, I would surmise.” Gale allows a short chuckle at this, nodding. Halsin smiles indulgently down at him.

“He’s quite strong, when he is fed. And I am quite weak, after being fed upon.” Halsin seems to find this rather amusing but Gale’s stomach churns a little at the thought of their lover using his nature against them like that, in order to deprive himself of their love, yes, but also Halsin of his autonomy. They definitely need to have a chat.

“We should talk to him about this, right? I disliked not being able to reciprocate.” Gale asks, tentative. Halsin has always been the more level-headed of the three of them, almost to a fault. He allows much that Gale himself wouldn’t stand for. Thankfully he nods his agreement. They decide it best to attempt to corner him the next time Tav leaves them in camp together. It’s their best shot at being anywhere close to alone anytime soon, and he won’t be able to use adventuring as an excuse to not address the problem.

In the relatively short amount of time they’ve all spent in a relationship, that’s one thing Gale’s noticed. Astarion is especially flighty when it comes to talking about his thoughts and/or feelings. They have strategies for that, thankfully. It just takes a tactful hand.

***

It’s not too long after his and Halsin’s conversation that they have the opportunity to act upon their plan.  This was to be expected, of course, given that they- save Halsin- are not incredibly physically strong, and are, in fact, quite easy to hit and maim, if cornered. That, and Halsin is a walking signal of betrayal, if Tav had taken him to Moonrise with them, their cover would be immediately blown. Of course, Gale had accounted for all of this when he’d put forth the plan.

Karlach, Wyll, Shadowheart and Tav leave together, towards Moonrise. Lae’zel takes one look at the three of them, makes a face as if she’s just smelt something rotten, and fucks off to sharpen the stash of weapons Tav has been slowly but surely building next to her tent. Everything works out perfectly; with the rest of the camp gone, and Lae’zel otherwise occupied, Halsin and Gale make a beeline toward Astarion’s tent.

The vampire is flipping leisurely through a thick tome just in front of it, settled luxuriously on top of a mess of ornate pillows as he bathes in the sunlight. As they approach, he glances up, and pastes a devilish grin over whatever expression he had been sporting previously. Gale frowns.

“Good morning, my heart! How fortuitous that we are all, as you say, ‘off the hook’ for today.” Halsin decides to greet him first, crouching down and scooping him into his arms as he speaks. Gale reaches a hand to card through his hair.

“Yes, love, we thought it only natural to pay you a visit. We’d also like to talk to you about something, if that’s alright. Could we step into your tent?” Gale is usually the one to beat around the bush, to weave his words in such a complex and convoluted way so as to confuse and disorient everyone not intimately aware of the way he usually speaks. Something about this situation unsettles him, though, puts him on edge. He feels a compulsion to get this conversation over with as soon as possible.

Halsin does not pull away from Astarion for another few seconds but he nods when they do finally separate. There’s something iron and unreadable in Astarion’s expression.

“Of course, darlings. Please.” He steps into his tent and gestures for them to follow after him. It’s just as immaculately well-kept and organized as Gale remembers it being. Now that he thinks about it, though, it’s been a while since they’ve all been in his tent. Usually they gather in Halsin’s tent, with all of the warm pelts and useful oils he has stocked. Astarion has added quite a few new books to his collection- likely from all of the abandoned houses and towers they keep rummaging through- his shelves are beginning to rival gale’s own. Gale cannot help but grin as he casts a look around.

Astarion’s sharp voice snaps him from his reverie. “So? Out with it, you’re breaking up with me. The throuple stuff was fun while it lasted but you’ve found that it’s just so much better when it’s just the two of you, right?”

His words drip like venom from his lips, biting and cold in ways he hasn’t been with the two of them for quite some time. Gale finds himself wrong-footed for a minute or so, of all the things he’d been expecting walking into Astarion’s tent, that hadn’t been one of them. Still, he can’t say it’s unfounded, he probably should have been more careful with the way he worded his invitation to talk. Thinking back on it, it had kind of sounded like a preface to a breakup. He cringes at himself and looks to Halsin for support.

The other man seems similarly taken aback, but recovers himself more quickly than Gale can. He steps forward, hand outstretched to grasp at Astarion’s shoulder, but he jerks- flinches, really, and oh doesn’t that sting- away. Halsin slowly retracts his hand, expression attempting to hide how crestfallen he truly is and failing, quite miserably. He’s always been a rather straightforward fellow.

“Astarion,” His voice is low, soft, “of course not. We love you. We wanted to talk about the other night with us.” He gestures between the two of them, “And then the night you shared with Gale, recently.” Gale nods, finally finding his voice.

“Love, no. No, he’s right, we love you so much. I- we- were just worried about how… Distant you seemed the last few times we were intimate.” Gale steps forward but keeps his distance, hoping that his eyes can convey the swirl of love and concern he feels.

Astarion bristles and holds the tension within himself for a moment before crumbling. He sighs, shakes his head and sits heavily on the nest of pillows he’s built on the floor. Halsin and Gale give him a moment, hovering, until he waves his hand for them to sit. At the signal, they rush to his side and- with another slight hesitation before laying any hands on him- nestle themselves into all of his favorite spots.

This seems to make him feel marginally better- his head is still in his hands, but his shoulders relax slightly- and that knowledge alone is enough of a comfort to relax Gale’s own shoulders.

There are another few minutes of tense, suspended silence before Astarion decides to speak again, voice quieter and less stable than ever before.

“I’m sorry… I just-“ He laughs, a little, broken thing, “hells you probably already know- but I just… You were so kind to me, about me, with the drow. I wanted to thank you properly. I wanted to show you that treating me that way would be fruitful, so that you would keep doing it.” He cringes at himself, “Now that I’m saying it out loud, it sounds so manipulative. I’m sorry. I just- I wanted to make it worth it.”

Another near minute of silence. Halsin glances over Astarion’s head over at Gale who has furrowed his brows.

“My heart… We would have done that either way. Anyone here would have. We don’t have to be sleeping with you to care about you.” Astarion shakes his head at this.

“But I liked it! I think. I didn’t need to go away from myself like I did. It felt good, and I was having fun, and, more importantly, you were having fun-“ Gale scoffs and cuts him off.

“Not more importantly, love. Never ‘more importantly’. Come now. And I don’t think it matters if it felt good, if you were so focused on making it good for us. Making sure we enjoyed it so much that you couldn’t let yourself be in the moment.” It seems impossible, but Gale presses himself closer to his lover, skating a comforting hand under his shirt and up his chest.

“Is this okay?” Astarion nods. “Words, please, love.”

He chokes out a wet, “Yes, darling.”

“Good boy. Thank you.” A long shudder works its way through Astarion at the words, but Gale knew that would happen. He’s too keyed up right now, too stressed and worried; Gale couldn’t stand it. Halsin smiles and thumbs at the juncture between his neck and jaw. Astarion hums, content, and blinks sluggishly as he leans into their hands.

“I’m sorry.” He says again, more slurred, and sluggish this time.

Halsin hushes him, moving one of his hands to his lips to dip a gentle finger in and tug at one of his fangs. Astarion’s eyes flutter.

“And we’re sorry, my heart. We should have seen the signs of this much earlier than we did. Next time, let’s just talk to each other, hm?” Both Gale and Astarion hum affirmatives at this.

Gale has climbed more fully into Astarion’s lap, setting himself to work unbuttoning his shirt as Halsin continues to thumb at his sensitive fangs. The vampire pants and drools onto his collarbone, and Gale coos at him.

“Oh, sweetheart. Halsin, let up, would you? Look at him, already half-ruined just from that.” Halsin complies, but not before a final short tug on the fang and a kiss pressed to the area right underneath Astarion’s ear. “Gorgeous.”

He whispers, as he pulls away, eliciting another heavy shudder. Gale, finally having successfully removed Astarion’s shirt, hums to himself.

“Look at you. So beautiful, and to think, you tried to deprive us of this breathtaking sight.” The words are punctuated by a short press of the wizard’s fingernail into the soft flesh of his nipple. Astarion whines high in his throat. Halsin noses at his neck.

“I-ggh- I’m sorry.” He hiccups. Gale hushes him, hand trailing through the soft white hair on his navel. “Hey, it’s okay, sweetheart. We can see you now. Isn’t that right?” Gale, himself, isn’t quite sure who he’s talking to, but both of his lovers nod fervently at the question.

“That’s right, baby. Can I get your pants? Or do you want them on this time?” This is something that happens sometimes, where Astarion will want to partake in sexual activities, without having to bare himself to them completely. Gale actually often prefers these times, because it means he gets to be creative with how he attempts to get him off. Also, being able to focus on the gorgeous look on his face as he comes… Nothing compares. Halsin, of course, prefers it all-natural, but is extremely accommodating when Astarion finds himself at a mental block. As long as his lovers are happy, he’s happy.

It seems today is one of those days, as Astarion slowly and hesitantly shakes his head, then opens his mouth around what Gale is almost certain is another apology.

“Hey.” He kisses him before he can get the chance, “That’s alright, that’s perfect. You’re perfect. You want my hand?” Astarion nods, closing his eyes and throwing his head back onto Halsin’s shoulder.

Halsin rumbles against his back and brings his own hands to his hips, guiding him in his grind against the firm pressure Gale is applying from above. Trapped from both sides, completely out of control and loving it, Astarion lets out a long and wrung out moan. Halsin grins against his neck.

“That’s it, little star. Let it wash over you. Feel our love.”

It’s coming in waves, little shocks of pleasure washing over and over themselves into a slowly building tide as he remembers that it’s Gale’s hand against him, and Halsin who is guiding his hips.

“I-hng- I love you. Ngh!” Astarion gasps, he needs them to know that he feels the same. Needs them to know he’s not just taking from them. Gale is smiling down at him, palm slowly circling the bulge in his trousers.

“We know, my love. Now, I remember how gorgeous you are when you come. Do you think you can show us, again?” It’s a question without a real answer, they all know that he can, and will. So help him, if Gale asked for the very sun in this moment, he would find a way to bottle it for him.

Astarion nods, frantic and eager to please, “I can, I can. Gale- Halsin-“ He pauses, brows knit together in concentration, evidently stuck at the crest of his orgasm. It takes Halsin mouthing against his ear and whispering, “Now, gorgeous boy.” To fully push him over.

He shakes through it, jerking in his lovers’ hold and shaking his head as wave after wave of pure ecstasy rolls through him. Gale does not stop moving his hand until he begins to shy away from overstimulation.

“Good boy.” He says, and pulls Astarion into a cuddle pile when he attempts to return the favor. “Not today, love. This was about you.”

Halsin rumbles his agreement, always slightly nonverbal after a good round in the sack, and wraps himself safely around the two of them. He presses a kiss to each of their heads before falling almost immediately asleep. He really is a bear that one; Gale can’t really blame him, though. It is getting rather cold and dark outside.

Gale makes a few gestures with his hand, imbuing magic into a few words so that Astarion’s pants dry and clean themselves. Astarion hums what sounds like a thank you against his neck and cuddles closer. Gale smiles to himself, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

That was quite a bit easier than he’d thought it’d be.

Huh.

[charminglydrarry]

camp wrimo thought thread starts now:

yay so happy to be writing again !!

[gwen-tolios]

NaNo Quest Crawl - Week 1

I co-lead a NaNo Region and we have a local theme - Quills and Quests! As such, I've created a word crawl for my Wrimos and I wanted to share a tailored version of it with you all. Join us on the quest to your finished project!

Playing along? Use #quills and quests

Congrats on making it to New Wrimo City! Introduce yourself in your regional forum, if you haven’t already.

2. Successful quests use the buddy system. Find a new NaNo pal and add them on the site.

3. Grab your quills and get ready to write! Write 250 words as you wander the cobblestone streets to reach the north gates of New Wrimo City.

4. Picking your way down the road from the city you notice a large cavern in the rock wall on your left. Three people tall and double that deep,  you decide it's the perfect place to camp for the night. And hey, other writers! 

If you're at a write-in, tell the person next to you what genre you're writing. If you're online, share in the discord server/zoom chat/Twitter thread. **If you write the same genre, yay buddies! Write 200 words. **If you don't write the same genre, you're silently judging each other. Write for 12 minutes, occasionally sending glares across the fire. You'll be friends by morning.

5. You survived a night in Creativity Cavern! Time to continue on your quest. As you walk, the road disappears as it turns into a large span of well-worn red rock. In the distance, you can see four cairns. Roll a d4 (or use a random number generator) to pick a goal.

1 silent write for 30 minutes 2 add two pages to your project 3 double your word count from your last word war 4 do a step series word sprint. A 1 min word sprint, then 2 min, then 3 min, 4 min, and finally 5 min.

6. Take a deep breath and look back across the Plot Plateau, which you just crossed. You've traveled so far! Look at all the words you've written! Have you reached your inciting incident?

** If yes, let us know in the replies or tags! ** If no, take a photo of you with your quill (or any writing utensil) and share it. 

7. Time to descend the Plateau and move forward in your writing quest. As you pick your way down the rocky path, write as you listen to the desert. 

[arionaleilani]

literally my only goal for 2023 was to have a full draft for a book done and it’s now september and i have 1/3 of a book that i wrote for camp wrimo and havent worked on since…. so i’m gonna spend this month reading and editing and reassessing what i have of that book so far, so that i can then reassess the outline for the book and either continue where i left off for nanowrimo next month OR start over with a refreshed outline. or something. i’m unsure but hopeful!

[pantheracatluv1105]

Hello we are at numba 21 of this prompt list I'm speed running to be readying for camp nanowrimo 2023 as usual we are skipping free Fridays cause who's got time for that

Day 21) for Rowan herself I'd say Forest Black-if you love her but for this WIP I'd have to go with either killer by phoebe bridgers or haunt by max madly

Day 22) yup it sure is I'm looking forward to it

Day 23) HA nooo not even really anti hero yet she's defiantly not a super good person though her school and home lives don't help her and Billy and stu are not what you would call saints.

Day 25) woodsboro California summer/fall 1995 (I know some people think it takes place the year when the movie came out but I think it's the fall before 1996 so if your opinion differs we will have to agree to disagree )

Day 26) huh I'm not sure I love Neil Gaeman he's pretty rad and his writing style is lovely Travis Baldree is a new favourite as well his book legends and lattes really sucked me in and made me so happy.

Day 27) no I haven't but then I haven't really been searching for one I'm fine by myself though maybe when I'm done I might join a group that shares story's to help edit each other's work I don't know though

Day 28). None, just nanowrimo occasionally, i guess

Day 29) fish crackers, and orange juice

Day 30) I think so this prompt list has helped me too feel a bit better about it. So ready as I'll ever be.

[vampywriter]

I've written 25k!

OK, it's 28/11, there are only two three days left, I will not do 50k this month and that was the official goal.

But.

But.

25k is more than I've ever written during a month of November. And OK, sure, I "cheated". I wrote something else than the novel I started earlier this month. But I've written lots, and it's still good practice, and I've had fun, and I'm so proud and happy.

I'm considering ordering the winner t-shirt with my birthday money. (and maybe the hoodie as well?)

My last semi-hopeful goal is to reach 31k before the end of the month, because that's what I managed to write during July Camp WriMo. :D

[thebibliosphere]

Since you posted about camp nano recently, do you know if it's possible to do more than one project? I've never participated in nano of any kind, but I want to give it a try and I do have a few smaller writing projects that I would love some external motivation to work on.

I don't know if it would be better to do a camp project that's named something like "summer writing" or make the project I want to start with my camp project and just make the others personal challenges as I get to them.

Oh, for sure! You can use camp-nano for anything you want.

I tend to use nano events either as motivators to finish projects or to start them. It just depends on what my ADHD is struggling with at the time. Sometimes something I start at camp nano ends up being finished at nano wrimo 😅

It also doesn't have to be words. The official nano-wrimo website even has a "formula" for translating non-word projects into "words," so it works with the same tracking methods typically used for nano.

[siberianchan]

NaNo is about hunkering down for a finite amount of time every day (whenever possible) and hammering out words regardless of other obligations. Got a job - do that job. Got school - do school. Got kids - take care of them. And once you're done with that, for a whole month you hunker down and hammer out those words. For me NaNo (and any other sprints, tbh) have always had an element of self care, of enforcing boundaries. I am legendarily bad at this in general, but when it's November it is surprisingly easy to say: "Nope. Won't go out to that thing I find annoying anyways. Won't do a family reunion. Got writing to do."

For a month I'd enforce this rigorously. And less rigorously throughout the year. And bit by bit I hot better at just saying no I didn't wanna do, Nano or no Nano.

What was my point...

Ah. My point was that it is easier to hammer out 50k when you're on summer break and I love using my vacations to write extra. But there are things in life that won't give you time off. NaNo was created for you to find time either by torturing yourself (won't recommend when you're over 30.) Or by prioritizing the things on your to-do list. It was, in essence, created so we could develop sustainable writing havit in the long run by first having unsustainable ones for the short term.

So... don't do a WriMo when it's exam season or you have to pick up extra overtime for a crucial project or when your family I in a rough spot and needs all your attention.

But if you push off writing to the days and weeks when you are at all the leasure you want your story will grow far slower, much more disjointed and maybe never at all.

Alright, enough of the preachiness.

My idea is, that we could do year long challenges. Set your yearly word goal (along with more flexible goals like "finishing this peoject"). Then spread the monthly word goals along, with one month to do A LOT (the 50k), two to do a little more than usual (the camp months, basically) and the remaining nine can be a mix of very relaxing and slightly challenging. With enough wiggle room for potential emergencies when writing has to be put on hold.

That's the mode I've been in after doing NaNo and CampNaNo for several years and for me it works pretty well to get writing done while dealing with the Dread.

(The dread being my beloathed dayjob)

Hey guys... I met my wife through NaNoWriMo, I am as attached to the concept as a person could be, but if we're going to recreate it... I'm begging you to not put it in November. November is possibly the worst month for it if you live in the US. In school? You're probably studying for finals toward the end of that month. Adult? Some part of your family is going to want you to come visit them, which is a whole thing if you have to travel to see them.

We can break free of this. We can have a whole new novel writing month. I'm begging you. Even as someone whose life partner came to me through NaNoWriMo. Do not put this fucking month in November.

[kate-russell]

Camp NaNoWriMo (better late than never…)

Hi Wrimos (and anyone else who is kind enough to read my blog)! It’s Day 21 of Camp, and I’ve finally signed up – with a goal of 20 hours editing/reviewing. I spent 4 3/4 hours over the weekend on writing related stuff, so I thought – why not? (I’m already 1/4 of the way there!) I wasn’t going to join Camp this April, as my creativity was at an all time low. I lost my darling mum to cancer on…

[questioningdragons]

Ooh, should I do camp Nano-wrimo this year?

[itsahardrockpunk]

Hellmao I’m naming my character Purkinje

What a ffun name

It came up in my class video and I thought ~wow cute~