#wrtieblr

[folklorist-word-florist]

Self Edit Checklist

Structural:

Have I introduced my main character(s) early enough?

Have I introduced the world to my readers early and clearly enough?

Do readers understands my character motivation, protagonist and antagonist? What of their goals, traits (strength and weakness)?

Have my characters grow throughout the story? If not, is it intentional?

Will readers find my characters to be relatable, sympathetic, or interesting?

(I don't have to, but have I done my work to develop empathy for my villain both in myself in readers? Is it a cheap-out sad background story, or explored with more nuance?)

Are there plot holes, inconsistencies?

Are there scenes I overwrote?

Are there scenes I underwrote?

How have the conflicts of the story (external and internal) driven it forward? (Have they?)

What sentences, scenes, chapters don’t move the story along? Cut them.

Are each section/chapter told from its consistent point of view? (No headhopping)

Are there factual mistakes that require further research?

[sofia-not-sophie]

Hey would anyone here read a collection of queer fairytales? I’ve been working on writing a theoretical short story anthology of them and am thinking about audience

So far I got:

Marriage of convenience aroace Cinderella

Princess and the pauper+Snow White with a transfem love interest for the princess

Sleeping beauty and rapunzel mashup where they save each other and also religious trauma

Queer witch coven+maternal family issues

Prince Lindworm but lesbians with a side of class relations and inheritance

[delightfullyodd]

There is a specific and terrifying difference between “never were” monsters and “are not anymore” monsters

“The thing that was not a dog” implies a creature which mimics a dog but imperfectly and the details which are wrong are what makes it terrifying

“The thing that was not a dog anymore” on the other hand implies a thing that USED to be a dog before it was somehow mutated, possessed, parasitically controlled or reanimated improperly and what makes THAT terrifying is the details that are still right and recognizable poking out of all the wrong and horrible malformations.

There is a 3rd type, “Is Not Anymore And Maybe Never Was” monsters “The thing which was no longer a dog and maybe never was” implies a creature that, at first glance, completely appears to be a dog, but over time degrades very slowly until you realize (probably too late) that it is not a dog anymore, and had you seen it in this state first, you wouldn’t have recognized it as a dog at all, and there’s a decent chance that it was never actually a dog to begin with but only a very good mimic, and what makes this one scary is the slow change from everything being right to everything being wrong, happening slowly enough that you don’t even notice it until its too late, as well as the fact that something now so clearly not a dog could have fooled you to begin with.

And the fourth type, which is, “I dunno, but it sure ain’t a dog.” Which implies complete confusion about what the creature could be, to the point that even a person as comfortable in this world as someone who would use the word ain’t unironically is uncertain, which should horrify you to the deepest depths of your soul.

Don’t forget the fifth type, the “that’s a weird looking dog”, implying that while the creature has an appearance that slips beyond our ken, that raises the tiny hairs at the back of our necks and limbs, that makes our lungs rattle and hearts constrict… personality-wise, it is a good boy/girl. Somehow.

[novinablog]

A mirage

I'm alone

I'm always alone

Sometimes, i feel silence

I'm carried away in fantasy

And trapped inside

But i don't want to get out

Even though i knew, it's only a mirage

I really enjoy it

After realizing, all by myself anymore

Oh God, who saved me from silence?

[karisomk]

𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝐌𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬?!

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬! 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞 𝐭𝐨 ��𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭�� 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟!

𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐞𝐭. 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨! 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐁𝐆𝟑.

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞! <--link here

♥ 𝐁𝐆𝟑 𝐈𝐧 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

♥ 𝐃𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐲- 𝐖𝐈𝐏& 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬

♥ 𝐓𝐚𝐯 & 𝐎𝐂𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐇𝐮𝐛𝐬

♥ 𝐅𝐢𝐜 𝐒𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 & 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐬

[evlenmeseksmi]

Şehrime gel sevgili

Yarın çık gel.

Bırak her şeyi, bir bekleyenim var de gel.

Gel ki, bu şehir adımlarınla anlamlansın.

Gel ki, bu şehir nefretim olmaktan çıksın.

Gel ki, nefes alayım.

Gel.

[banj0possum]

I wanna investigate your brain, see what's going on in there that helps you give detailed descriptions of characters and your writing/drawing skills 😭

Yes, I am in fact struggling to write essays due to my lack of will or just because I can't 😭🙏

only thing i can say is pinterest, movies, books

literally thats it

dont be afraid to use existing media as inspo for your writing, read similar works, look at pictures on pinterest to help you organize your thoughts and feelings!

impressionism and expressionism big big part of my writing

find a way to convey the feeling you want the reader to feel through writing

but never forget to put your little spin on your writingnngngn

also never use the same word twice and close together!! (thats a personal rule of mine)

like dont just use the ocean to describe blue eyes, use sapphire, a clear sky on a breezy day! use synonyms! go crazy!

hmm hmmm and and be concise, remember that you need your words to flow and such

detailed descriptions? uhhhh main inspo is TAWOG im not kidding

accurate but over the top roasts

a red dress? how would you describe the shade of red? the fabric? the design?

a fiery red silk dress that seemed to gleam in the dim lighting like a priceless treasure

be specific on the desciption!!

sparkle, glimmer, gleam, shine are subtly different

terrifying, eerie, horrifying, uneasy are subtly different

and also, dont forget to have fun! if its not fun to write, its not worth your time

if you have to write it, might as well make it fun to write!

do something that interests you or find ways to make the process more enjoyable for you!

thats kinda all i have for now :) hope it helps!!

[lividdreamz]

Heyo. I’m Gemini Jones. Lover of spec-fic and especially good worldbuilding.

Look man. I don’t know how to start these kinds of things, but long story short, my activity on tumblr these past couple of months has been pretty dodgy, and has slowed my dash down to a snail-paced crawl. So. I’m looking for some new writeblrs to check out! Interact w/ this post and I’ll give your page and WIPs a little look through!

Bonus points if you’re—

17+

write predominantly spec-fic (sci-fi, fantasy, supernatural horror etc.) for adults

Absolutely adore worldbuilding or have wips w/ lots of lore

poc/lgbt+ friendly (or your wips have a majority poc/lgbt+ characters!)

Can’t wait to meet all of you!

[peoplecallitpoetry]

Nameless

There is an intriguing slowness

In the way I'm moving right now

An interesting form of caution

In my overly deliberate steps

It's a caution brought about by the unknow

Caution brought about by a feeling

One I never felt before

One so utterly inexplicible

As if I need to slow down to survive

Or that I became aware of something

Something more and something less

Than what I am able to percieve

I can't name this feeling

I don't truly think it has a name

Nor will I take the responsibilit of naming it

But I felt it, I know I did.

This unknown feeling

With an unknown name

And my shoddy attempt of an explenation

Now that's all a poet could dream of

[turquoizxe]

𝐀𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

Vi x Fem!Reader

content ― drabble; pitfighter!Vi, fwb, angst

author's note ― this is my first drab at angst, if the themes in it don't suit the term lmk so I can make changes

wc ― 0.496k

Vi as a Fighter wasn't a shock for most― but in front of an audience was a new feeling

Vi was a looker, and she had more than a few admirers from her matches, as she was a regular, always on schedule

You had been plotting on her for a while, and it seemed she had felt the same. Out of all of those that pursued, it was evident you were the highest bidder

You met after a match, exchanging more than a few rather suggestive words. And then again at one of the most obnoxious parties ever

All it took was a nod before you led her back to your place

It had become a common occurrence to fuck after her matches, you often invited her to your own place after seeing the shithole that was hers, and she agreed

This had become a common occurrence. Under her tough exterior, she always turned to mush when under you

She loved giving you that control that she couldn't get rid of when it was possible

Most times were quickies since Vi was often training for future matches. But, when she had time to stick around longer, she enjoyed the view of you between her legs

And if she really had time, she'd make it apparent, mainly because she often took the initiative if she was able to stay over

She was always rough whenever she took control― you would often show up with bites riddled across your neck when attending future matches. She always made sure to mark you before the old ones got too faded

You were more than welcoming to the eventful activities of slutting you out when Vi had made the time to do so.

You knew this probably wouldn't last long, but you enjoyed the encounters you shared when she wasn't pounding you into the mattress

The more she talked about her life, and getting out of a relationship, you acknowledged you were a rebound

Which is why you were worried when you started feeling pangs in your chest in normal settings when she wasn't fucking you

Her touches had become softer, the displays of affection became more frequent

And as your conversations became more intimate, so did your bed chemistry

One night after a particularly violent match, it was more than what you had prepared for

Violet's passion had poured into caressing your body, making sure to take your time with you. But the vibe felt different, as she often avoided your gaze during the act

Your suspicions were confirmed when she moaned out her name other than your own as she thrusted against you

It was hard to explain the tension that night after you called it off, never graced with her presence after that night

You had felt it a mile away. This shouldn't have felt so foreign to you, but you had long accepted that this wouldn't last forever

Even if you wanted it to last just a bit longer

― turquoizxe

[anonymousfoz]

To my writeblr moots

add me to every tag list you have!

Every single one, even for tag games.

I am going to be supportive on your WIPS and there is nothing you can do to stop me.

[jamilynfx]

Me: You're gonna write today, bitch.

*opens writing notes, outline and all drafts written so far*

Brain: OH LOOK, D'YOU WANNA RESEARCH THE NAMES FOR ALL YOUR CHAPTERS?!

Me:...but we don't have the chapters yet.

Brain: ISN'T THAT SONG TITLE PERFECT FOR CHAPTER 9?

[theinfinitelibrarysystem]

"what is the characters goals?" "what is the moral of the story?" "what does this mean?" "what do you want your audience to learn?" "what is the lesson of this?" have you considered i'm just writing for myself? the characters don't need goals, i move them along like my little figurines. there isn't a moral of the story, it's just a story. it doesn't have to mean anything, nobody has to learn. it's meant to just be. there is no lesson. i am a creator, that is all.

[night-market-if]

Gabriel Post Chapter Nine

The first of the post chapter shorts is up and if you talked to Gabriel after all that, here is a bit more to that resolution. :)

“So you’re not taking into consideration what they said to you?”

He was.  He was far more than he should admit. Acknowledging that he had done wrong all these years was a bitter pill to swallow but one he thought he could endure. But fixing it?

“The market has always been a certain way, Ms. Albright. You know this.”

“Please, after everything we’ve been through couldn’t it be Hazel?” She set her muffins down, unwrapping them and placing one next to him on the desk. She would not push him to eat, but the request was clear.  “And yes, the market has always condoned things like the docks and the auctions. The flesh pits. But it doesn’t mean it has to.”

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[novinablog]

My romantic poetry

This is my poetry

With ordinary words

For you, my lover

I love you

I'm in love with you

Again and again

You give me something

You give me happiness

And you give me love

I'm yours

You're mine

Forever...

[crmsnmth]

Finding Comfort

My favorite game growing up was Bubsy: Claws Encounters of The Furred Kind. I didn't realize the awful controls, or that Bubsy never ever stopped with one-liners and quips, only comparable to the absolute worst of bad puns and shitty pop culture references. I didn't realize that the momentum and snaps of camera weren't all the best for feelings of motion sickness. I had no idea that it was repetitive and kind of a boring game overall. I didn't feel like the hit boxes around enemies was utterly damaged and sometimes you die from heights and sometimes you don't. The very basic rules of the game are flawed with bad design choices and even worse programming.

But I loved it. I only had five games for my Sega Genesis, and Bubsy was the one that held my attention. It held it over Sonic The Hedgehog, over Tailspin, over Bio-hazard Battle, and definitely far over Cutthroat Island. I could never get past the third act on Marble Zone. I couldn't keep up with the patterns of Dr. Robotnik. And I never could get past the first flying stage in Tailspin, until I learned it's easier as Baloo and not Kit. I never was all that great at the side shooting space ship games, but I played the crap out of the first level. It took me years before I ever beat the first boss. And Cutthroat island was impossible for a kid more excited to be playing a video game, then to be any good at it.

But Bubsy was different. It was playing a cartoon, with it's ADHD gameplay and constant cartoon physics that it enthralled me. It hooked me as a kid, and I played it all the time. I figured out every path through it, and tonight I was going to beat it, come hell or high water. I think my parents were having a party that night, because I never was allowed to play more than an hour a day. Unless there was a party, and there were a lot of parties. Which meant I went to my room, closed the door, and played Bubsy on a little combination VCR/TV combo that sat with small screen atop my dresser. And I'd play Bubsy instead of listening to the sounds of snorting, and laughter, and talking that seemed to be way to fast to be normal. But Bubsy's little one-liners would mute out the sound.

And I'd play late into the night. Even as a kid I was an insomniac. I'd have my light off and just be in the glow of a digital world that I enjoyed so deeply. It was there on nights where my parents weren't having a party, but instead shouting and screaming and throwing things. It was there when I learned how to entertain myself, because there was no one willing to do anything. You can only ride your bike in the driveway for so long before the scenery gets boring. It was there when I started to realize that that's how life was, and you had to learn to love your isolation. It was there to make me laugh at the horrible cartoon animations, especially of the death sequences when nothing else seemed bright. I never did beat it.

I grew, and eventually moved on with consoles, old one's being stacked at the foot of my closet, forgotten for the next generation, with shoe boxes filled with old games and cords. And I learned of the awfulness everybody thought of one of my all-time favorite games. I learned about all it's actual major flaws, and as soon as it was pointed out to me, I couldn't help but agree. But I agreed, sheepishly. Like a cat owner telling you how much they love their little asshole. My cat's a pain in the ass, but she's my best friend. I learned it had sequels that I'd never played, and when I did eventually play the rest in the series, I was let down. The magic wasn't there like it was in that over sized black Sega Genesis cart. And as dramatic as this sounds, that was the day my childhood officially ended.

Then life came, and I traveled. I suffered loss and heartbreak and addiction and have started over more times then I can count. I've had some triumphs, but a lot more failure. I've lived isolated, and I've lived always outside. And life got hard. It got hard and I didn't know what to do. I searched inside myself, trying to remember who I was. Who I was supposed to be. I searched through months of alcohol induced sleep. Through the dance between dealer and user. I searched through rehabilitation, and through relapse. I searched through loves, both real and imagined. I searched through razorblade traces, and through far too many little yellow pills. I searched, and I searched, and I searched.

I couldn't find myself, so I sunk deeper into myself, as if my brain was sentient quicksand, knowing exactly where I had to step to save myself. To actually learn myself. To remind myself that no matter how hard life kicked me down I had to stand up and never fall down that route again.

While stoned and alone with the internet, I found an emulator one day, a Sega Genesis emulator. I'd never even thought about that little black box that kept me company on thumping rock music nights, in so many years. And as I looked through rom files, stoned and staring at lists and lists of games, I downloaded one here and there, the usual games people get. Sonic, Gunstar, the one's that top every top ten list. And there was a picture of the stupid annoying bobcat. I downloaded it, as a joke, because Bubsy is so awful. I wanted to see how bad it really was, you know, for funsies. I know it's awful. Everyone says it's awful. Everyone lists it as one of the worst games ever made. But as soon as that download finished, I was loading it.

And the screen went black and to the publishing screens, and there was a twitch in my head. A quick blinking of my lids. And I pressed start. And that familiar music started playing. The graphics which are still an odd choice instantly brought me back to being eight years old again. And I played. I ran through the first three levels, because those are the ones I played the most. I jumped on dumb enemy design, watching them puff into a fighting scuffle of smoke. For the first time in years, I was safe. I was in a place I knew for a long time. I was with something I had forgotten knew how to comfort me. And it comforted me. The fairground levels made me tear up, feeling a sense of ease I didn't know actually existed. By the time the swamp levels began, I wasn't the person I disliked anymore. I was that quiet kid, who was more excited to be playing a video game, then I was to be any good at it.

I beat the game that night, in one simple cathartic moment. It was over. The game was finally over. This horribly made annoyance of game was over. I had finally tackled a beast. And I cried. I know how pathetic that must really sound, but I cried. It was a release. A chapter finally closed. The exaltation of beating a game I once held so close to my heart was such a release. And it may have been because I no longer heard the sounds of a lower case home. It was quiet when the credits rolled. And I slept as the game played its animations over and over again. Unwatched by closed eyes with quiet dreams.