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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)
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october reeks
of silent whispers,
of hopeful stares,
of acute nostalgia
october tastes
of drunken kisses,
of bourbon whiskey,
of you,
of me,
of new beginnings
-katie
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The One Who Got Away
But that's the thing about life, right? It doesn't care about your plans. It doesn't stop to ask if you're ready or if you need more time. It just moves forward, dragging you along, leaving you scrambling to catch up. And now here I am, stuck in this awkward space between letting go and holding on, knowing that no matter how much I try to convince myself otherwise, it won't be me walking next to you. It's a cruel irony—knowing what you want, seeing it so close, but watching from a distance as someone else gets to live it.
And I guess, deep down, I knew. I knew that it wasn't going to happen. But there was always this tiny sliver of hope, a stubborn part of me that believed it could. That maybe, just maybe, you'd wake up one day and realize that I was right there, ready and willing. But that day never came, and now I'm left with nothing but these thoughts I can't shake. It's annoying, really, because how do you stop feeling something so strong? How do you let go of someone who feels like a part of you, even though you never really had them?
I want to be happy for you, I really do. I want to be the person who can smile and mean it when I say, "I'm glad you found someone who makes you happy." But I'm not there yet. I'm still tangled up in the 'what ifs' and 'could have been,' still hoping for a reality I know will never exist.
And the hardest part is knowing that, at the end of the day, you won't even know. You won't ever fully understand what you meant to me or how much it hurts to see you with him. Because I never told you. And it's my fault; it's on me. I don't blame you—I can't. Maybe I was scared; maybe I was just waiting for the "perfect moment" instead of allowing our perfect moment to happen.
Either way, it doesn't matter, and as much as I wish I could rewrite the ending, I'm not the writer this time.
And that's the hardest part—because, as a writer, I know how to create these stories and build worlds that don't exist. I get to choose who's happy, who gets hurt, who falls in love, and who loses. I can put together words to form the most beautiful images. I've really mastered that—except for this story. Our story.
I envision a million different ways it could have gone—a world where I was the one who renewed your faith in love, eased your hardest days, and brought sunshine to your cloudy skies. I was supposed to be the one who made you smile every day—the one who made you forget everything you'd been through. But those are just drafts of a story never meant to be told.
I thought I could pen my way out of this heartache, and if I wrote about it, it would make sense somehow. But this time, I'm just a character, an afterthought within the margins...
I really just said a bunch of words to say that I am truly happy for you; it's just that I wish it were me.
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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
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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."
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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.
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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.
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Unsere Abmachung war, keiner verliebt sich. Weil wir beide wissen, das Liebe wie Krieg ist.
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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.
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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
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cold wind kissing
my nape sending
shivers down my spine
sweet november,
the feelings are gone
and all that's left now
is a trail of blood,
tears staining the walls,
which the shadows
cover with darkness
so he won't see
so he won't know
the night wept for him
-katie
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When taylor Swift said, "In the world of boys, he's a gentleman." I remembered him.
He has the most beautiful eyes and the prettiest smile I'd ever seen
His princely charm and royal gaze never failed to keep me amazed
His sweet talk , his royal walk, everything seems beyond perfection perhaps cannot be phrased.
He possessed the calmness of a sea and anger of a storm yet he is the epitome of kindness,
No man could ever make me feel that way that he does!
The mole on his cheek, has me blushing!
I stop myself, I warn myself, but my heart still beats faster every time I'm near him.
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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.
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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?”
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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* 💀🙏
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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*
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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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