#imwriting

[lettersyoullneversee]

Loved you

I loved you because things seemed simple You had less time to worry about the small things And you was able to enjoy all your hobbies A trip to shop was just for milk For me it was an entire family’s worth of meals My hobbies where on hold which I knew would be the case till I turned 40 You had already turned 40 And 50 You lied about your age and hid your birthday You didn’t enjoy…

[lucid-writer]

Fate or Not, Here I Come

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Malyk snuck between the pillars of the palace, careful not to wake the guards. A sword posted loyally at his side with a dagger concealed in his boot. It was his mission to take out the princess, and he was ready to sacrifice anything and everything he needed to complete it.

“So, you’ve finally come for me?”

Malyk froze to the voice behind him, ever so swiftly drawing his sword and spinning on his heel to face his enemy.

“You’re rotten rule has gone on long enough! I’m here to rid the throne of you,” Malyk announced, gripping the hilt of his sword. The sun had long gone, but that didn’t stop the moonlight from reflecting in the blade, showing a mirror of his eyes glowing with hatred.

“And what will you do once I am gone? Will you mourn?” The princess held her stance, a sword of her own resting at her side.

“Yes. Until the moon returns the love of the sun I will mourn your death, for you are a goddess among beasts. Generous, kind, and yet, feared by all who lay their eyes upon you. Without you, I will surely go mad. Without you, the world will cease to function. I need you, princess. We all need you.”

“Then why must you kill me?”

“You know why. It is our destiny to part in this way with me betraying you and you dying defending your kingdom.”

The Princess sighed. “But what if we changed the prophecy? What if we did not have to die but could live as long as we wanted?”

“What are you saying?”

“I want to write my own prophecy. With you in it. Let us run to the furthest reaches of the universe. Together.”

“You know we cannot.”

“Oh, but what if we could?”

“Nonsense!” Malyk moved closer to the princess until the edge of his sword was at her throat. She didn’t raise hers. “Even if we could, this lifetime is already written for us. Our futures are set in stone. We cannot run from this. Our story is over.”

“But I do not want to leave you yet,” the princess cried.

“You do not have to. I will be here for the very end.” Malyk’s blade dug deeper, leaving droplets of blood which stained the princess’s collar.

“Promise?” The princess smiled.

Pushing his blade more forcefully now, Malyk sliced the princess’s throat. Her blood gushed out like a faulty pipe, but that didn’t scare him. Not the blood staining his tunic nor the chance of being caught ever invaded his mind as fear. And as the princess’s body slumped to the floor, Malyk rushed without hesitation to her side, wrapping his arms around her form and holding to her tightly, not bothering to wipe the tears welling in his eyes.

“I promise.”

[themidnighteclipse13]

Elfinia Updates

Im gonna try to do updates on the ElfiniaVerse here.

[meganburrows]

6. What music do you listen to when writing?

About a year ago, some friends of mine put together a playlist to help me get the vibes for the book. I often listen to that when I’m looking for inspiration or don’t have a movie or something going on in the background.

Highly recommend. Some of these same friends also organised it into a “chronological” order where the vibes suit each other? It’s magical.

[kayprism]

Tomorrow I tell her story in monologue form. I co-wrote the rest of the script for #fromtheclay with @ladylovesherpen too while learning and researching in less than 2 weeks to present From The Clay celebrating #blacktheater #atlantahistory tomorrow at 3... Meet this lover of #Shakespeare who contributed to bringing #thebard and a standard of excellence to #atlanta (on campus of Atlanta University before it was #clarkuniversity ) laying the foundation for future #thespians to follow... She had a remarkable history making husband too. #adrienneherndon #herndonhouse #atlactor #imwriting #imacting #multihyphenate (your favorite) Showtime at 3. #free99 @woodruffartscenter Rich Theater Awesome way to kick off my new birthday week! Thanks again @nbaf @jademaials AND @ladylovesherpen for being an awesome co-collaborater!! See previous post. https://www.instagram.com/p/CpFbYd9OfcF/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[screampied]

Your new icon is very…interesting 😭

it’s a phase i swear

[slutsbody]

SIRENN POST PISS FIC LEON AND MY LIFE IS YOURSSSS!!!🦅🦅🦅

guh… 😞 i’m cooking i promise i need to live up to the piss queen (creds to pill) title.. On my way!

[fluffyblue-multifandommess]

vitally important question - do we ever see All Might eat, and if so, is it regular food?

Whenhe reveals his injury to Izuku, he says his stomach was ripped out, so I need to know if he can actually still eat food or if he has to absorb nutrients some other way

[lettersyoullneversee]

It’s not that

You blame appearances And bad luck Bad luck isn’t real Appearances aren’t a choice Not always You can decide to put make up on But it doesn’t hide the facts And you can decide to wear them clothes But underneath That’s where the truth is I know deep inside your heart You have suffered a defeat I know that when you are naked It’s all inside the shower space Bath tub The filth the…

[meganburrows]

3. Free Friday

Because I’m cheating a little and doing this whenever I remember throughout the rest of March, I am going to use the first Free Friday to give an update?

Still currently going through the first chapter for A Masked City, and I’ve made the chaotic decision to change from third person limited to first person. I don’t know why, but I’ve jumped back and forth with both perspectives, and I think first person is what I need? I want to lean into the unreliable narrator aspect of it, especially as a mystery.

Wish me luck? 😬

[patorucho]

guys imwriting for myself for the first time

[that-wizard-oki]

imwriting........

[elenaragazzoniautrice]

E così, un po' per gioco, un po' per curiosità, ho iniziato a scrivere un libro imprevisto.

Su #AlessandroMagno.

Sarà un piccolo progetto che mi terrà occupata per un mesetto e poi vedremo cosa ne sarà. Non ho idea se e come vedrà la luce, ma tentare non nuoce e anche stavolta farò del mio meglio!

🤞 Buona Pasquetta,

Elena

PS: non è un pesce d'aprile ma è la pura verità.

@alessandroiiidimacedonia @lifeislikeawavewhorisesupanddown

#ElenaRagazzoni #IlTesoroèneiricordiDiariodiunamorefelino #ITÈNR #Iltesoroèneiricordi #AmazonKDP #AmazonKindleDirectPublishing #IndependentlyPublished

#pet #petloss #romanzo #libri #gatti #amorefelino #autoriemergenti #gattichepassione #autori #scrittori #autoreesordiente #animali #gatto #gattini #autore #autrice #scrittura #scrivere #Indie #write #catbook #imwriting

[tomorrowillbeyou]

ok so i may have accidentally spilled like 23 gallons of thursday juice in the fic imwriting

[corvinxs]

Everything lingered prior to the void. Lingered, and etched it's way throughout the beastmaster in ways he hadn't anticipated. To return from nothing and steep his own admonition in stopping the artificer from turning on his machines had certainly not been something predicted. The war was over - perhaps before it ever began, and yet, still, Amadeus felt the sting of dissatisfaction. The new order of dark elves - of drow, felt wholly wrong. However much Lloth might have believed the matron's and handmaidens of their kind to be the only ones worthy of power - of trust, the beastmaster would invariably conclude that all mistakes of the drow fell to the matriarchy that deemed all others capable. So many of them had spent centuries perfecting their skills - their devotion to Lloth, to do little more than counsel.

"How long will this one last?" He taunts, tongue in cheek as a rather wistful gaze sweeps the laboratory - not yet destroyed. "How much of what you discovered will be implemented in this new society of ours?" Did it matter much? Not to him - not particularly, but Amadeus knew that as part of the darkness, they would be the first to tread the line of insanity and then some. "I'm not sure what I think of it, not yet." Still, little had been done beyond the restructure. Did he trust the loyal counselors among them would be invariably utilized? Praised, for their devotion? "It all seems a little too... orderly."

Time: When things have cooled down Location: The Dark Elf Court Characters: @corvinxs & @shadowseveron Notes: just dark elf guys being dark elf guys

A dawn elf no longer, a spring fey no longer, a drow no longer, a human no longer. Severon was once more reborn, rising from the ashes that he had help to make. There was a mixture of pride and sheepishness to him when he thought back on the children that he had created that had nearly destroyed all realms. But the knowledge he'd gained was imperative and so Severon had retained all the memories that he knew he would have otherwise lost. Though he had sworn to his mother that he would no longer ever create his own souls, Severon's mind could not be halted. There was much more he would work to help create for their new world - this odd, tentative peace that the Triumvir had tried to make. He was under no impression it would last.

So it was best to prepare. Severon had rebuilt his laboratory and so much more, creating a place where part of the future of the dark elves would be built. "What do you think?" he asked the other elf, grinning. "Not of my laboratory, I'm full aware that it is magnificent. But of... all of this. The new leadership, the alliances... everything"

[abyssalcunters]

im writing im writing imwriting i PROMMY im writing

exu/fia...

idk hwo deep im gonna go into it w this one but exu's like a got damn fulcrum u got texlapp on one side and fiamos on the other like hell

also they/them exu bc its objectively correct