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The “oh I could definitely write this fanfic in under 5000 words and it really wouldn’t take me that long” voice in your head is actually the devil speaking

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Laptops are always so much more Fucked than phones in my experience. A laptop is like a beautiful horse that wants nothing more than to break all of its legs. A decently solid android phone will act normal

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if you don't know how to end a written work you should be able to just let the words fade out like an 80s song and not resolve anything for the reader

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also pls tag the first game you remember playing

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something for Bellara appreciation week ❤

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Bringing this over from other social media.

What are your lists?

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I love other writers so much because every writer I've ever met is genuinely and utterly deranged on a level only writers can achieve

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Best to ask her that yourself, I think

Two chapters because Elminster is a yapper, but both up now ❤️ Act One/Act Two transition featuring Gale's renewed libido and Tav's avowed celibacy/virginity

Female half-elf paladin Tav x Gale

Gale POV

Mature - deals with sexual themes but nothing explicitly detailed

Mostly sweet, a little hot

Complications/interplay of faith and sexuality

5.2k / 2 chapters

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In the confines of his tent, Gale slipped into the comfort of his familiar camp clothes.

A soft, velvet tunic which had seen better days, although the embroidery at the wrist, neck and hemline still shone bright. He'd spent long enough, beforehand, lingering over a mirror he'd begged from Shadowheart, ensuring no lasting mark graced his skin - but there was nothing. Only the orb claiming dominion over him, no sign of Mystra. For an instant at its peak, Elminster's spell had borne traces of her astral touch, absent for more than a year. Gale thought, given her request, she might have left more - the runic for This living weapon is mine - but she hadn't. He remained marked only by his own folly, and even that was covered now, and… silent. Sated. Gods, though, he was a man, a mortal, and even that slight whisper of connection, the thought of being able to be touched again without blowing a hole in Toril… It got the blood pumping, alright. Bypassing his addlepated brain for far more simple regions.

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Read now on AO3

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scars in fiction: I got this trying to save my lover from an assassin- but tragically, I was too late. now I carry the mark of my failure with me always, and I can never forget~

scars in real life: so I was trying to open macaroni sauce with a paring knife

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Reblog and put in the tags what the first fandom you ever read fanfic for was

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Krita, let's goooo

Tired enough of Adobe's shit to pull the trigger on switching over to Krita. So far I'm really liking it (just setting up some brushes and learning my way around tonight) but oof the learning curve of something new, when Photoshop is like muscle memory by now.

I have a few WIPs in-progress but once those are done I'm hoping to switch over entirely.

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You are never letting a WIP rot. You are doing it a service. Your WIP is a sourdough starter and the five words you wrote that one day were all it needed to sustain itself. It will bubble and be ready when you are.

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If you know, you know lol

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when ur in the mako and the mission item ur looking for is in the middle of a completely flat area with no other features

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Sometimes you gotta howl it out.