#newwritersclub

[the-broken-pen]

Alright, I’ve seen this introduction game for writblr bouncing around, started by @iloveyou-writers , and thought I’d give it a go, because I know like. Nobody else on here lol.

Hi! I’m Archangel, or Arch, and I use she/her pronouns. I tend to traverse writing genres pretty freely, but my favorites (and most common) are fantasy, sci-fi, dystopia, heroes and villains, and horror. I’ll write anything though, so be warned. As far as tropes I love, it’s a lot of Hero Villain stuff, that one “Oh. Oh.”, hurt/comfort, anything to do with fae(is that a trope?), and of course, enemies to lovers. Also one bed. Sue me.

I would say I’m SFW, but everyday I am dragged towards NSFW, and it is entirely my friend’s fault. So uh. I may not stay SFW for long? I do tend to write a lot of mental health stuff, (including self harm, but more so healing from it/getting help), kidnapping, and hurt comfort, as of now. I don’t know what tropes I won’t write, but if someone ever asks for one (if one day, I am blessed with an ask 🕊️) and I realize I won’t write it, I’ll let you all know.

In my opinion, the best work I’ve ever written is either my half written, totally not mildly abandoned book The Edge of Truth, or my other book that is slightly close to being done and has no title, the poor thing. The Edge of Truth is entirely serial killer based and I love that the main point is to not only trick the characters, but the audience too, while leaving clues the whole time. Haha, foreshadowing. Also it’s lesbians so like. My no name book is superpowers based and has been a war to write, but I love the character dynamics and also my demon character. On here, though, my favorites are likely my Map of Fae story, or the one with the hero who can steal powers. I will not link them because tumblr hates me and I can’t make it work for the life of me :(

My favorite characters I’ve written are probably Riven, Mercy, Lucy, Melody, and Aletheia(but sometimes she actively fights me as I try to write her, which sounds over dramatic, but of course it does, I’m a writer.) (All of those are book characters that I’ve written so you likely won’t find them on here, at least for a bit)

One last thing is that I go absolutely feral for anything to do with fae, or other supernatural creatures. Also hurt/comfort. I’m lgbtqia+, and my writing is too, so check the homophobia at the door, and if you can’t part with it, then kindly find the nearest exit.

I’m also obsessed with the All For The Game series (It’s rather unhealthy, really), and my friend is relentlessly trying to get me to write megamind fanfiction. Sometimes my writing sounds British, but I’m not British, and I have no explanation.

Thanks for reading that horrifying essay, and I challenge these people to fill this out (I have very few writer friends and I’m very lonely so here are the few I know): @ettawritesnstudies @jtl-fics @save-the-villainous-cat @epiclamer @megreads22 @d-cs @lektricfergus @meadowofbluebells

[jahtheewriter]

A little excerpt from an abandoned wip:

Despite her standout performance in training and dutifulness with the sages, Enora was worried that it wasn’t enough to catch Master Ru or Odoa’s attention. Being next in line to be the [Head Spiritual Leader] came with the responsibility of filtering wisdom from Odoa and training the next healers of [Kingdom]. She couldn’t imagine having anyone look to her for such guidance.

This would be the most life-altering decision she would ever make, and the choice was in someone else’s hands.

The soft light from the candles around the room waned as the sun stretched across the horizon and through the window. Often she woke up before dawn to meditate before her studies each day. Often she did so alone, but on important occasions, Kugo joined her. Of course, he was never permitted to stay long unless he busied himself in some way to help her start her day. His favorite form of “busy work” was holding her tea. Originally, the offer had been extended after she had artfully sewn his arm back together after a training accident. He had injuries attended to by other healers before. Yet, how she seemed to sense where the cut was before she was told intrigued him, and the swiftness in which she resolved the insult soothed the pain but bruised his ego. The following morning he was outside mumbling a thank you, cup in hand, when she showed up for her next healing lesson. The brew was bitter, but his efforts had earned him a muted, sweet smile and an order to fetch her another one from the kitchens.

Definitely needs some work, but there’s something here.

Excited to see what you think!

[professional-demon-master]

Hi, thanks for checking in. I’m still a piece of garbage

Hey! I’m Bean, I’m 21 years old, I’m Mexican, I love frogs and I really like writing. I haven’t done it “professionally” in years haha, but I was really excited to start this blog.

I will write for different fandoms since I belong to a lot of them lol. Please feel free to leave suggestions and ideas! I might take my time since I have other things going on irl but I will eventually get to them, I promise.

See ya ❤️‍🩹

Masterlist

Carrd

[cuttherope]

How Impressive

Summary: First time meeting the android Connor. Things are starting to work in your favor.

Relationship: Connor{Detroit: Become Human} X Reader

Word count: 2000+

Authors note: Hello! This is my very first story written on this platform! I'm not entirely sure how things work yet, so please send me your tips and tricks and notes about the story! Feel free to DM any request you might have! Not a lot happens in this chapter of the story, but I will be adding more chapters and things will only go up from there. Thank you for reading this <333

Chapter 1

It was a normal day at the office. I had gone through my regular routine that morning: waking up at 7:00 am sharp, brushing my teeth, putting on my most comfortable clothes and making my way over to the bus station that would then take me toward the police station downtown. I made my way to my tidy desk, which pined itself against the front of Hank’s. I placed your bag next to my chair, and sat down in a huff, finally clocking in for work. There was so much paperwork and files to go through I didn't even know where to begin. The first task I could think of  doing was to prepare my body for the 9 hour work day ahead of me and get myself a nice, hot cup of coffee. Slowly getting back up from my chair, I made my  way over to the corner of the office. Seeing as there were blueberry muffins on the counter next to the coffee machine. I picked one up and ate piece after piece of it, my eyes fixed on the motion of breaking off a bit and placing it in my mouth .I was pretty much finished eating the muffin once my coffee cup had filled to the brim and was almost spilling over.  

“Geez slow down, it's not gonna run away from you.”  I moved my eyes up from the muffin in my hand, not stopping the motion. My whole body had a horrible visceral reaction to the tall figure standing in front of me. Rolling my eyes, I ignore the comment, and reach over to the coffee machine, grabbing the cup and placing one foot in front of the other in an attempt to avoid the whole situation.

“A kid like you shouldn't be drinking coffee ya know. You should wait until you’ve finished growing.” The man laughed sarcastically at his own joke, like it was the most hilarious thing he or anyone had ever said. I stopped in my tracks and hunched my back, sighing loudly into the motion. 

“Good morning Gavin…” The words left my mouth involuntarily. The sentence had become such a routine that it was practically muscle memory by now.

“Aw Good morning to you too sweetheart! Let's see that bright smile!” He was once again sarcastic in his voice. Making fun of me to my face, without any thought about it at all. He then walked towards the coffee machine, making himself a drink, the same as I had done. As I made my way towards the exit of the lounge room another man had walked in. His stature was much bigger than that of Gavin's, but much less intimidating. You could just tell this man had a pure heart. My eyes glanced down to his jacket, on its right read ‘RK800’. Of course, it's another one of those androids, but I don't recognize the model number, it must be new.

My pace had slowed, I’m not sure whether it was because of the hold this man had on me or just the pure knowledge that Gavin would say something rude in an attempt to rile up the poor thing. Like I had imagined, Gavin stands up from leaning against the coffee table in the break room, making a few smart aleck comments about the bot, before  asking him to bring Gavin another coffee. Geez sometimes Gavin can never let people have a break, he's always got to make their lives hard. The android did as told and brought Gavin a cup of coffee, only for Gavin to shove the cup out of his face, spilling the coffee all over my shirt and pants. 

“Look what you did? And you're supposed to be the most intelligent being out there? Do me a favor… stay out of my way.” Gavin walked out of the room, without eye contact and the  confident posture of a high school bully. I made my way over to the android, grabbing some paper towel for the coffee that had spilled on him also. 

“You can’t give in to Gavin. He's like that to everyone. Trust me, the best thing for you to do is avoid him.” I offered a few of the napkins to the android. He carefully took them from my hand, and carefully patted his suit of any spots that had been affected by the spill. He didn't say anything, only making slight eye shifts towards me here and there. 

“I'm detective l/n. I work alongside Lieutenant Anderson. I’m not sure we’ve met yet.” I switch the coffee into my left hand in order to free my right, extending it for a handshake. 

“Hello, I'm Connor, the android sent my CyberLife. You are correct, we have yet to meet, I don't recognize your face.” The android's voice was monotone, but calming. It had a rich and smooth tone to it, and unlike the other artificial sounding android voices, his just sounded real, and intimate, like what he said actually had meaning to him, and weren’t just words. 

“ I don't recognize your model number.”

“I'm a prototype, I was created to assist police personnel in investigations involving deviant androids.” He was so blunt, so straight to the point. I didn't mind it. 

“Deviants? I’ve heard about them a few times. I've tried to convince Hank to let me help with the investigation, but every time he shuts me down. I find the whole thing quite intriguing.” Connor didn't respond, only looking down at my shirt, then looking back up to meet my eyes. I was so interested in this android that by the time I had noticed that I forgot to clean my shirt of the spilled coffee, it had already started to dry. 

“ I need to put my jacket back on, it's not professional to be walking around the station with a giant coffee stain on my shirt. Walk with me?”  He nodded in agreement, waiting for me to lead the way back to my desk. Once we arrived, I slipped on the jacket and zipped it up, catching a glance from Hank who had finally showed up for work. 

“Nice to see you Hank. You know this has been the earliest you've shown up this month. How impressive!” I was a bit frustrated, seeing that I was stuck with all the boring work back in the office, while Hank was out on the field getting to do the exciting part. Yet I was the one who actually put in the required effort for the job. 

“Nice coffee stain. How impressive.” I rolled my eyes, fulling zipping my jacket. He was blunt, but that's why we got along. He could deal with my attitude and I could deal with his sarcastic tone. 

“I see you've met the android. You better get acquainted soon, since you'll be working in close proximity to one another.” I raise one of my eyebrows, questioning the older man's statement.

“Oh?” I asked, puzzling. 

“Well, seeing as we’re now all working together, and there's only, let's see here… two desks. I've voluntold you to share it with the android.” I look over at the android who has his hands resting at his sides, expressionless. 

“How is that supposed to work? There's barely enough room for the both of us over here.” I pleated, not for the fact of sharing, but for the interest of the android. I know I’m not well organized. It's going to be ten times worse now that two people, well one person and one android need to share the small space. Hank leaned back in his chair, his hands clasped behind his head. His shoulders shrugged and his mouth pursed. There was no protesting the situation, I'll just have to make due. 

“ I'm sorry for being a burden detective, but I am a highly organized android. I promise to not disturb you, or your work. I'm here to help you, not to frustrate you.” That last sentence he said, why did it stick to me like glue? Why was it on repeat in my mind for so long? It was so innocent, but really it made me want for him to frustrate me. For him to talk to me whenever he could, or poke my shoulder whenever he had a question, or loom over me when I was in the middle of viewing a profile. We had only met that day, but there was something so special about him, something I hadn't noticed in other androids. Maybe it was because he was brand new, so was more advanced than the other, more personable. I knew instantly that working beside him each day would be a blessing and a curse. 

I sat down at my desk and began working on the many, many profiles I had to sort through for the case. Slowly Connor had placed one hand on the back of my chair and the other on my desk, very close to my hand. He leaned his body closer to the back of head. 

“ I could do that for you, if you’d like?” His voice was quiet and soft, like an attempt to not be a distraction to either Hank or my work. I nodded slowly after a few seconds, wanting to draw out the closeness of his body to mine for as long as I could. I turned the chair around, and offered him the seat. He took it, and began to scroll through the profiles of deviants androids on the computer screen in front of him. In less than a minute he had gone through the hundreds of profiles that would have taken me hours to complete.

“243 files. First date back nine months. An AX400 is reported to have assaulted a man last night. That could be a good starting point for our investigation.” How impressive this body of wires and metal was. But Hank wasn't interested. Letting out a sigh, and turning back towards his computer. After a few seconds, the android had gotten up from the seat and made his way over to the Lieutenant. But still Hank remained fixated on the work, not wanting to engage himself with the bot.

“I know you didn't ask for this investigation-” Hank interrupted Connor, swearing at him, only for this to result in an even more frustrated response from the android. I had never seen one stand up for themselves. I had always assumed that the wishes of their ‘bosses’ came before the needs of their own. But Connor had a mission, and nothing was going to come between him and the accomplishment of his tasks. It was quite remarkable, and it made me even more excited to work with him, knowing he wasn't just going to be another stick in the mud, like many of the other, human cops in this station.

I watched as his body tensed slightly, seeing a slight clench in his jaw, and twitch in his eyebrow. I watched as his breathing became heavier and his chest puffed, his jacket hugging his figure to show the lines of his chest. He snapped his head to look at me, shifting his eyes between mine and the back of Hank's head, almost in a plea to intervene.  His look alone was enough to intimidate anyone who was caught in it. It commanded attention, it could steal a breath from anyone's lungs, and even though I knew he wasn't frustrated with me, I still felt my body freeze at the tension he admitted.   Before things could escalate further I placed myself between the two men, with my body facing that of Hanks. Raising my voice enough to gain the attention and silence from the both of them.

“Hank, it might be worth it to go check things out. Who knows what we could find. Maybe it'll be useful stuff, and if it isn't, we can always just leave.” Hank's eyes shifted from my own to Connors who was standing behind me. 

“Five minutes. That's it. And if there's nothing interesting, we leave.” A large grimace constructs itself on my face, happy with my convincing excuses. 

“Leave in a few minutes then?” I questioned.

“What? No. You're not coming. You're staying here like I've said before.” Hank had explained, grabbing his jacket from his chair, and putting it on, walking away from me in a huff. Connor followed behind us silently.

“If you let me come, I'll watch over Connor so you wont need to.” The bearded man stopped in his tracks. Taking a minute to think of the proper response to my proposal. He finally answered without turning back around.

“Stay out of the way…and please for the love of god don't touch anything.. Either of you.”

[youraverageauthor]

The loophole

I didn’t want it to end like this nor did I expect this. All of this could have been avoided but here I am lying down into a grass field while bleeding to death. All of this started because of him. The man who killed my friends. Me and my friends Rin, Agathi and Fay had just returned from a quest. We had defeated a dragon and now we went to a nearby city to rest for the day. My friends went and booked a room in the inn to rest. I took a walk around the city. It was a peaceful day. I wanted to surprise my squad with some sweets after managing to complete such a quest and winning so many golden coins. I went to the local bakery of the town and purchased some baked goods and a cake.

As I was returning to the inn a strong smell of iron was surrounding the air. No one was at the reception, so I quickly ran to our room in the inn. The door was broken, I found my entire squad dead and a man was just standing there, hysterically laughing. I quickly ran away, I didn't have the courage to fight him. I was ashamed of myself for not attacking him right there but I just couldn’t. I swore that I’d take my revenge, I wouldn’t let him live after killing the people that I cared about.

I was left with my lute, two golden coins and the baked goods. I went to a tavern and sat there, trying to figure out how to kill him. I decided to go back to the room we booked in the inn and there was a commotion. The bodies of my dead friends were taken outside for investigation. I went inside and grabbed everything that I could. Some daggers, a sword, some bottles with poison and a small sack filled with golden coins. Some officers tried to interrogate me but I ran away. I had to find him. If only I had returned earlier my friends could have lived…

I was searching for clues about him, luckily I knew what he looked like. Weeks had passed, I visited a lot of towns and villages but I couldn't find any clues. I began to lose hope but then an old lady told me to follow her. She invited me to her house and started telling me about the man. Turns out I wasn't the only one who seeked vengeance, a lot of people did but nobody had the courage to kill him. The lady told me that the man could be found at an abandoned village. I was determined to get there and thanks to the kind old lady I knew the directions. I stayed at her house for the night before beginning my journey to the abandoned village.

I was ready, my inventory was full of different types of daggers and thanks to a wizard the bottles of poison that I was carrying were turned into potions that would hurt him. That man deserved the worst, I won’t only execute him for the death of the people that I cared about, but also for all those poor people that weren’t brave enough to seek their revenge. After a while I found myself in the abandoned city. Every house was covered with tree branches, the roads were surrounded by grass. The place was quite peaceful, you wouldn’t expect to find a killer here. I was slowly walking around trying to find him, without being noticed.

I saw someone in the corner of my eye, I was sure it was him so I followed the person. I followed them out of the city, I saw who the person was. It was him, it was as if he knew I was there. He stopped at an area that was surrounded by grass and a lot of trees. I took out a dagger from my pocket and I attacked him. He surprisingly dodged it and then turned around to look at me. I was shocked, he knew that I was here. He was holding an axe and he was ready to attack, I took out my sword and charged at him. I successfully attacked him but it wasn’t a deep cut. The fight continued for a while, I couldn't land an attack on him and it was getting harder and harder to dodge him. I already had a cut in my arm. He sprinted closer to attack me but I threw a potion at him, it didn’t seem to budge him. I screamed “Why did you kill them?!” . He didn’t reply and just looked at me with a big smile on his face. I was so furious that I threw a dagger at him. He looked at me with an expression of shock , he was injured near the stomach. My energy was being drained as the battle took on, I was injured and so was he. He managed to take my bag and throw it away. I was only left with my sword and he only had an axe. I was severely injured and I didn’t know if I’d make it. I managed to stab him, but he only removed my sword from his chest and stabbed me in the stomach. He proceeded to remove the sword before dying.

I knew that I wouldn’t manage to live, I was slowly walking away. Tears were filling my eyes, I was glad that I managed to kill him, I didn't have the energy to walk anymore so I laid down on the grass field. I smiled knowing that I was going to see my friends. I didn’t feel any pain, only the breeze of the air. I was smiling as I left my final breath before following my friends. The grass covered me.

[paulinasevastjanova]

Hello people,

I have been trying to get to the point of my life, when I will feel; finally comfortable with myself, family and career. As a child, I have always wanted to be a writer, but the problem was in my ambitions. I didn’t want to be just the writer, I want to be the best writer. Im much better writer than I was year ago and I am ready to write till the end of my life, because it’s my passion, way of life, career and way to earn money.

As girl, who has been born and grow up in Poland; the chance to become a good writer was less than zero. Why? Because polish people have many good writers; it’s easy to write in polish for polish people and books are still expensive in my home country. So anyway, my parents will never allow me to be, who I want to be.

Good for me I’m away from people, who will tell me no, so I am after thirty; and in this ages I shouldn’t even be bothered with my parents way. In the end of the day I have decided to leave Poland in the age of twenty one, and I have found myself again in Scotland, with my lovely daughter. Got divorced on the way of persuading dreams of writing books.

Two years ago I have finally started to write book to see how it is to write the book. As thinking about writing big piece of words, it’s a bit different to start doing it. I know it’s very logical. I didn’t want to disappoint myself. All people around me get pretty focus on my goals, helping me and giving me advice. Which most of the time pissed me off, but I understand that I was too much bother to them. Firstly, I didn’t want to listen to them, second I have thought that my book is more important than anything other, which probably will go to broken relationship with father of my child.

In the meantime I have split with my second husband. Leaving me now with decision on moving my books forward. I wish to publish them, but I have no idea where to start.

Plus I need someone to tell me Inka, yes please write more, we love your work. As I feel a bit too touchy with myself and making things to forever perfection, which starts to make the same friend angry again, as I have started to hide books again.

I would love to ask people help to make further steps and sell it, earn from my art as my just not good in sale, and I’m really good writer, who can write in two languages. Thank you so much.

Inka Janova

xx

[l0statlas]

Micheal Myers Drabble

Michael Myers had always been a solitary figure, even as a child. His quiet demeanor never quite fit in with the hustle and bustle of Haddonfield, where he grew up. As he got older, his isolation only grew, and he found solace in the darkness.

One night, Michael was walking through the town, dressed in his iconic jumpsuit and mask. He had no particular destination in mind, but he knew that he needed to be alone with his thoughts. As he strolled past the houses, he noticed that one of them was different from the others. It was quiet, with no lights on inside. Michael felt a strange pull towards the house, and before he knew it, he was standing outside the front door.

Michael hesitated for a moment before he reached out and turned the doorknob. To his surprise, the door opened easily, and he stepped inside. The house was dark and silent, but Michael could sense that someone was there. He crept through the hallway, his senses heightened, until he came to a closed door.

Without thinking, Michael pushed open the door and stepped inside. The room was dimly lit, but he could see a figure lying on the bed. It was a woman, and she was sleeping peacefully. Michael felt a strange urge to touch her, to feel the warmth of her skin against his fingertips.

He approached the bed slowly, his heart pounding in his chest. As he leaned over the woman, he could smell her sweet perfume. He reached out and touched her cheek, and she stirred slightly in her sleep.

Suddenly, Michael was overcome with a feeling of guilt and shame. What was he doing here, in this woman's house, touching her while she slept? He pulled away from her, and as he did, he noticed a photo on the nightstand.

It was a picture of a young girl, smiling brightly at the camera. Michael recognized her as the woman in the bed. He realized that he had made a mistake, and that he needed to leave before he did something he would regret.

Michael slipped out of the house as quietly as he had entered, and disappeared into the night. He knew that he would never forget the feeling of touching the sleeping woman, but he also knew that he could never go back. From that night on, Michael Myers continued to wander the streets of Haddonfield, alone and haunted by his own demons.

[ashleygwritingg]

excited to share the first two paragraphs of my newest short story👻 I’ve been in a spooky scary mood and I can’t wait to share the finished product!!

[my-consciousthoughts]

18 Things I’ve learnt in 18 years 🥳. (Blog post)

It's crazy to think about life, from an objective perspective.

We often go by, day in and day out, never reflecting on the week or months before. So, this blog post is a little random but I thought "Why not?" 🤷🏾‍♀️.

2022 is coming to an end, just over two years since starting this blog. And just like every ending a bit of self-reflection is needed.

1) I've learnt to be selfish.

In the best way. I had a horrible habit of making myself responsible for other peoples feeling's, if I told them something that I've done and achieved I would tell myself it was my fault for making them feel jealous, my fault for making them feel insecure.

The truth is any decent person whose supposed to be in your life should be there to support and be proud of you, just like you would them.

2) Read.

Reading has been something that's developed my written and verbal skills. Most importantly, reading has given me the ability to emphasise and understand different types of people. Types of people who I may never get to formally meet in my life. I say all of this to say that reading fictional (well-written) characters will naturally make you develop an emotional attachment to these characters. Therefore, extending your own worldview and emotional intelligence.

3) Making mistakes

When I turned sixteen I realised that hating myself, my body and the attributes that I have was emotionally draining and took out a big chunk of space in my mind. Space that I now use for other things ie my creative projects and ventures.

I am no longer punishing myself for making mistakes, for not being perfect on the first try because the simple truth is the more pressure you add on yourself, the higher the chance you'll fail.

There is more on theconsciousthoughts.com

[rmmcdermott]

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[jahtheewriter]

“No good deed goes unpunished, and my reward for showing up early to volunteer two hours of my day was getting locked out in the cold”

Staying on schedule with “Just Live�� this week on Substack! I had some time to think while sitting in an art gallery and wrote about it. 💌

[jericholf]

About Myself

Hello! I'm Luca, I'm an artist/illustrator as a hobby and a writer whenever I have the time and opportunity. Finally, I gathered the courage to publish and share with a larger audience. I write in English and Spanish. I hope you enjoy reading my stories as much as I enjoyed writing them! ❤️

The Genres I Write In:

I'm not chained to any specific literary genre, but I tend to write in these categories (From more to less frequent):

Fantasy: Dark Fantasy, High Fantasy, Heroic Fantasy, Mythopoeia and Mythic Fiction.

Sci-Fi: Dystopian, Steampunk, Cyberpunk and Space Opera.

Superhero Fiction.

Historical: Gothic Fiction, Historical Mysteries and Nautical and Pirate Fiction.

Mystery: Paranormal Mystery, Hardboiled and Noir.

Romance: Paranormal Romance, Sci-Fi romance and LGBT+ Romance.

[Characteristics of each genre/subgenre commonly overlap in my works.]

Completed and Published Works:

"La Ruta" [Spanish]

Social Media:

[Take in mind that a few are in Spanish only]

Twitter Instagram Facebook Wattpad Inkspired

[youraverageauthor]

I'm new at this and I know no-one will see this but I'll be posting more of my stories soon!!

[l0statlas]

Hello, new writer here.

Hello, as you may know I am a new writer. And I’ll give a bit about myself.

I am 22, I am half Mexican and German, I’m trans female to male, I use he/him,5’11, and I play electric guitar, my favorite band is The cure.

Now onto what you may and may not request.

I WILL ALLOW:

Smut.

Fluff.

Suggestive things.

Kinky things.

Agere(No kinky bullshit, only Fluff.)

Self-harm comfort.

Suicide, comfort.

reverse comfort.

Etc etc.

I WILL NEVER WRITE FOR:

Non-con.

Rape.

Ddlg or any of this bull crap.

THINGS THAT I PREFER TO WRITE:

Gender neutral/Masc reader.

Yes you may still request, female reader.

FANDOMS I WRITE FOR:

Slashers.

Sally face. FNaF (Only characters that aren’t minors, unless it’s like a mother/father figure reader.)

Lookism.

Black butler.

Bruno stray dogs.

The last of us(Yet again same thing with FNaF.)

Stranger things.

Cod/mw2

And others, just ask.

Also, you may be an emoji Anon or have a specific sign-off.

Yours truly, Atlas.

[writenownotlater]

Please let this blog be

Hi all!

My name is Mykaela and I’m a 24 year old who is tired of trying to figure it all out!

Originally from Devon and a lover of all things beach, I moved to the UK’s capital city for the ‘opportunities’. But what does that even mean? Career? Social? Fun? The truth is I knew I needed a boost. Something that would keep me from burrowing down deep in some small seaside townhouse and regretting the decision to not follow my dreams.

So here I am. But why blog? I’m an actor, currently studying a masters in creative writing, because I apparently love being brutally rejected by both my peers and professionals alike. I am an enthusiastic, chatty and bubbly person who is hoping that this blog will become a beacon to any struggling or nervous creatives out there, but my main goal is to be honest (with myself mainly – but also by extension you on the internet who will hopefully hold me accountable)

This is my first post and I can’t promise you anything. I can’t promise it will always be interesting, I can’t promise it will always be ground breaking and ultimately, I can’t promise to always post on time but what I can promise is that I’m going to try.

Maybe my best.

We’ll see.