#wriiting

[words-on-pa-per]

“I tried to ask for help, and no one listened. When I fixed it myself, after so much work and pain, I said, ‘Look! Look at what I’ve done!’ They turned away. ‘See? I knew that you were lying. You’re fine.’”

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[ardent-reflections]

Listen to me as one listens to the rain.

Octavio Paz, from As One Listens to the Rain

#octavio paz #literature #poem #poetry #poems and quotes #spilled thoughts #words #quotes #love quotes #lit #pretty words #beautiful words #spilled words #wordsnquotes #inspirational words #wriiting

[infinityinakiss]

there's something gorgeous about hoodie strings with one end bitten off nervously by a crooked set of teeth. about glasses left on the edge of the sink, not inside the dishwasher, and shorts left crumbled on the edge of the bed. about weeds filling the cracks of a broken sidewalk, yellow flowers freckling freshly cut grass. about eyebags, the proof of late nights and later conversations. all of those miscalculations and near misses. evidence of something imperfect, something human, walking through my walls. evidence of you.

#poem #sapphic poem #rambles #ramblings #gay rambling #gay #poetry #wriiting #poets on tumblr #lesbian #bisexual #lgbtq #writing prompt #random shit

[writingpromptsworld]

Prompt #4

The villain shuddered as he walked to the aching body on the ground. The hero. He felt a shudder run down his spine. The hero was lying on the ground, blood smeared across his face and hands. 

The villain came forward, and bend down. His heart throbbed against his chest, at an unreal speed. His mouth felt dry as he swallowed. His stomach warped itself in. The hero wrestled to get up on his elbows. 

“Y-you…you have to go, okay? T-they are c-coming for you.” The hero choked, barely making out the words. He fell back to the ground. Crushed.  The villain shook his head rapidly, panic clawing through his body. 

“No!” He cried. “NO! I can’t leave you here, not like this! No!”

“Please. You…got to go. They-” The hero struggled to try to catch his breath, as his words caught in his throat. 

“No, I can’t. I can’t! I can’t! I-” The villain felt his eyes prickling with salty tears. He wasn’t one to cry, but god did he feel like his world was crumbling with the passing seconds. His hero. His world. 

“Please! Listen-listen…to me this, once. Please, go!” The hero bit out, but all the villain could do was hold the hero in his arms, while sobbing, until they both exhaled their last breaths.

❌Please credit me if you use this in your writing ❌

#hero x villain #hero and villain #writing prompt #wriiting #writersworld #my prompts #story prompt #writing ideas

[nerdygirlguh]

...

Ana stared back at Carmen with exhausted, unfocused eyes. She was known for being extremely quiet, only ever talking to those who she trusted, Ana's dead stare and dead silence were met with indifference by her.

"You've never even bothered to fight back, huh?" The dog hissed at her. No response, she never cared. "I'll be at your doorstep this evening, and you better let me in. If not..."

Her boyfriend, who stood beside her, threateningly pulled out a concealed knife from his pocket. For most, this would be alarming, though the closest to a reaction they got from Ana was her tilting her head slightly in intrigue.

She hated that bitch, and didn't even bother to know the names of most of the people in this place, let alone those affiliated with her. Carmen knew this, and as such, took her reaction as a challenge.

"I hope you're ready to give me a warm welcome~" She said, walking off with him. Class was practically over at this point. She briefly glanced over to where the both were heading. They were going to their swimming lessons, and the pool looked massive.

Ana had always been scared of water, though not swimming. Yet she felt herself slightly drawn towards the pool for an unknown reason. That didn't matter to her much, however. She simply pushed her shoulders off the locker she was leaning on, grabbed her stuff, and walked home.

...

Ana was sat on her mattress, It was one of the only things she had in her house, save for a laptop, a few trash bags, and a shotgun.

That shotgun wasn't always hers, yet she's been familiar with it all her life. So much so, as much as she felt safe with it around, it still scared her slightly when she looked at it. Although, it's not like she hasn't used it before...

Her doorbell rings. The sun had only began to set, and she hadn't forgotten what Carmen threatened her with this morning. So much for never bothering to do anything against her.

"Open up, kitty!" Carmen yelled. Ana sluggishly got up, walking over to the door. "Or you know exactly what happens~"

She opened the door without hesitation. The barrel of Ana's shotgun pointed directly at Carmen's torso. Her stare was just as dead and silent as it was this morning. Although, this time, Carmen felt as if that stare was meaning to tell her something.

"Ohohoh, I know very well you wouldn't..." Carmen reacted, a wicked grin on her face. Ana's expression was unchanging, her gun just out of reach of Carmen. "...and I think you very well deserve what's c-

BANG!

Carmen was cut off by the loud sound of Ana's shotgun, as well as the pain she felt on her torso. Ana stared her down with that same, thousand yard stare, the impact she made on the popular girl's body practically trypophobic.

Carmen made eye contact with her one last time, she finally understood what those eyes meant. She had done this before, hadn't she?

Ana felt not even a tinge of remorse as her upper body finally collapsed onto the ground, from how close the two were, a few drops of blood had gotten onto her clothing. It was good riddance, however. Carmen tried to say anything, but the rapid blood loss disoriented her heavily.

All Ana had to do now, was to get rid of the body, and the thought of carmen. She needed to take a shower to clear her mind, much like washing the bloodstains off her clothes.

...

Ana arrived to class earlier than usual the next day. All the loud, meltdown-inducing talking were replaced with whispers, of which stopped when she got close to anyone.

Ana was slightly content for once, no one dared to bother her, and the one person that kept tormenting her was gone. It was less stressful, though it's the first time there were immediate consequences when she's done something like this.

Ana leaned against her locker, and zoned out. Once she zoned back in, she suddenly found herself before a crowd of people. It was as if a spotlight had been shined on her while she was busy daydreaming.

A lizard in a hoodie walked through the crowd, standing right in front of Ana. Various people started discussing what should happen, the voices of those who found her justified being drowned out by those who wanted justice.

"What did you do to her?!" he demanded an answer, yet ana simply gave him that same, cursed and unfocused stare. Carmen's blood still stained her clothes, he knew exactly what happened, but wanted to hear it from Ana herself. She wasn't planning on speaking anything at all, as usual.

"...You'll pay for it..." He followed, grabbing his knife from his pocket. Ana stared at the knife. Or rather, the reflection. That reflection, it has her.

She's always been like this, thoughts of violence beffalling her mind to those who brought her torment. The day she gave in to those thoughts, she felt no different. This is who she was, and for once, it terrified her.

As he raised the knife, she closed her eyes, not for the fear of death, but for the fear of herself. She didn't want to look at herself anymore. And she was going to graciously accept death for it, after all, she was nothing more than a heartless girl...

BANG!

Ana reopens her eyes. The lizard boy that would take her life had collapsed in front of her, bleeding out on the floor. In her hand, was her shotgun, the same shotgun that had taken Carmen's life.

She simply held the gun in her palms and stared at it in contempt. It was her old reliable, both her blessing and her curse. Alas, poor Ana. This was unavoidable.

She pumped it once to eject the empty shell, finding herself idly walking as she stared down upon it. Even as the crowd dispersed, she felt as if that darkness was still there, along with the spotlight upon her.

Soon, she found herself standing on the edge of the pool. She looked down upon it, upon the water, seeing her reflection once more. It was still her.

She looked at Ana as she emerged from the water, both of them staring at each other soullessly. They stared at each other silently, until the mirror of the water spoke to her.

"You've always wanted the end, huh?" Flynt spoke to her. "You've always wanted to be in control of the darkness."

"You are the darkness." Flynt continued. Ana looked back at her shotgun, her hands beginning to shake. "Will you embrace yourself for what you are?"

Flynt extended a hand out towards Ana.

"This..."

...

"This is..."

She knew how much she was in control, her hands were shaking with her shotgun in her palms as she continued to stare down at it. The temptation was overwhelming...

But what if...

She simply stopped.

"This is..." Her face contorted with emotion. Years of repressed feelings, her eyes finally focusing on what was in front of her. She couldn't let it go, but she didn't have to. She always had the option to ignore it, however.

"This is all your fault..! This is ALL your fault! This is ALL. YOUR. FAULT." Ana yelled at the top of her lungs, she was terrified of who she is, and she wanted that to change. Rather than taking her hand, she grabbed the barrel and swung the gun at the Flynt, the darkness that swallowed her light and tempted her with violence, only to take her light away once more. That cycle would be over.

It was a lot like hitting air, she couldn't feel it at all as she did this. It was like destroying a thought, she became increasingly frustrated, swinging her gun at it again. And again. And again. Until she simply couldn't feel the darkness anymore. And then she stopped. The darkness was gone.

"...Free."

#long post #wriiting

[maelstrom-of-emotions]

At this point, I think I spend more time on baby name websites than expecting parents.

#me whenever i have to name a character: i'm going to make it way harder than it needs to be #wriiting #writer #writer memes #thoughts #just writer things #just writer problems #just writer stuff #writers on tumblr

[bullet-prooflove]

Creative Process

The lovely @mariamariquinha​ asked about my creative process so here it is! This is a long ass post by the way.

Sidebar:

When it comes to developing characters, even reader ones I usually add a little something in there to make more individualised and it kind of creates an anchor point in my head so it’s easy to slip into them. I also think it brings an additional layer to the character and makes them more realistic.

A few examples of this:

-        Joe Velasco’s reader usually has at least one tattoo, a lotus on the back of their neck and one on their wrist. I kind of envision them a little spiritual and I feel the lotus flower kind of plays into that. (To be clear I don’t have this as a tattoo)

-        Horacio Carrillo’s reader usually has a scar on her throat close to the jugular from clashing with Quica. This serves a few purposes, it shows she is also on the front lines, it reminds Horacio of how close he was too losing her, and I feel it’s realistic that you would have some scars if you were in that type of job. (I also don’t have this scar)

Sometimes I do include tiny details from my life, like experiences or things I’ve encountered, like the way someone’s scent clings to a scarf if they lend it to you and stuff like that. I feel like it helps to add more realism to the work and it’s something readers can identify with.

Back to my creative process, it kinda goes like this:

I get an idea –  Usually from a prompt, or a song, or just a random thought I wake up with. I usually have my best ideas in the shower.

One way it works is:

I write the first draft on Google Notes if I am out and about or on Word if I am at the laptop. When studying for my Masters we learned the importance of leaving the first draft for a little while so that you can come back to it with fresh eyes. While I am doing that I am usually working on first drafts for other ideas so by the time I write up the original piece I have fresh eyes.

All of my rough drafts are colour coded by character as you can see, so it’s easy for me to tell what or who I am working with when I am in certain moods.

If I am writing a series, I try to write it up in one big go so I have a good idea of where it’s heading.

On the flipside:

Sometimes when I write a first draft on my laptop it’s really vivid and is almost perfect because I have had a really clear vision of where I want to go and what the piece is about. All it takes is a final flourish and read through and it’s ready to go. (This is pretty rare)

Once I’ve written a rough draft or had an idea, I haven’t had a chance to work on I pop it on my Ideas Trello board:

Each idea has a Gif or image attached to it so I can see which char it relates to as well as a working title and a colour coded banner with the fics current status. This also helps me keep track of where I am when I am writing a series as you can see.

Initially I had the goal of publishing one fic a week so there wasn’t much pressure when I was getting back into Tumblr. So, when I finished one, I would just schedule it for the next week. However, since I was getting the bus more because my job role changed I had more time to write rough drafts so I ended up stepping up my productivity and started posting more regularly. Now I am scheduling content daily for weeks in advance.

I keep track of what is going out and when by making a schedule board on Trello. This also allows me to make sure that there isn’t too much of the same character booked around the same time. I try to space it out a bit more.

I also have inspo boards, so when I see something for a certain char like a GIF or a song, I add it to the boards:

 I know this whole thing probably looks like I have no life at all, but the organisation actually really helps me keep on top of things!

I’m a busy person who works 4 days a week and runs their own social media business on the side. I’m married and go on dates with my husband, I also have boxing and sewing classes once a week as well as family obligations. 

I have had to slow down over the past few weeks because I have developed prolonged COVID. 

The key for me is not to feel guilty if I don’t write. I’m pretty self-reflective and know when I am over encumbered myself so sometimes, I take a step back and just rest for a few days. Taking that time really helps to refresh my mind and I always come back better for it.

I know this works for me and won’t work for everybody but if you have any qs feel free to drop me a line.

#writing process #ask #wow this is a long one #wriiting #writing #writer

[xokareel]

Disconnect. Sometimes the world can be really overwhelming and things get too loud and tiring.

The ocean is free, its less demanding too.

Take time to gather your thoughts. To just sit there and listen to the waves rushing over the waves.

The rhythm of the rushing sound, breathe it in breathe it out.

See every wave, the ragged, the calm, the way it flows with the wind gracefully as it should.

Disconnect. And be one with nature for a while, with the earth where you grew up in, the earth that sustained you for your lifetime.

Let it speak to you again. And listen.

#wriiting #writings

[honeyed-sunflowers]

and when the sun sets today, i hope you see the ultraviolet, i hope you see the infrared. i hope you find colours you didn't even dare to dream of before. i wonder if there will be a shooting star. or a blood-red moon. or the evening star shining or the clouds painted in shades of bittersweet epiphanies. tomorrow, another sun will rise. tomorrow, a full moon will know your name. but for today, i hope you go to bed early. i hope you swallow the horrors today brings because tomorrow promises less pain. tomorrow promises better colours, better sunsets, and better universes to witness.

#wriiting

[words-on-pa-per]

“Fuck, what happened to you?”

“Shut up, at least I’m a better fighter than you.”

“Not what I meant. Tell me. I’ll have a noose on their neck by 10.”

#hero x villain #best enemies #enemies to lovers #writing #story prompts #writing ideas #writing prompt #story ideas #story prompt #writing inspiration #story #dialogue ideas #dialogue prompt #writing excerpt #writing community #wriiting #writing stuff #creative writing #writers on tumblr #writeblr #writers and poets #writerscommunity #writblr #writerblr

[coffeeandcalligraphy]

The secret WRITING NEWS I haven't told you!

In today’s video, I share some secret writing news!

To spoil it, I was longlisted for the CBC poetry prize, which is a huge literary prize in Canada! You can read a profile I did for CBC’s website HERE (with an excerpt of the poem)! Fingers crossed for me!

#authortube #amwriting #writeblr #wriiting #writerblr

[carry-on-my-wayward-shadowhunter]

Writing my first Dean/Cas fic and I regret nothing 🤣

#destiel #dean x castiel #supernatural #wriiting #fics

[infinityinakiss]

I found the monster you tried to hide, darling.

In some dusty corner of your soul, lounging.

We drank sweet wine behind the sunset

Until her growls turned into something like song.

I sent her to sleep with soft kisses

That broke through the plaster, the rust.

I will find her again in the morning

And I will love her, because she's yours.

#poetry #sapphic poetry #wriiting #creative writing #sapphic #sapphic yearning #poem #poets on tumblr #love #random shit

[mmuzzledmuttt]

mutt - they,it - 18

no layout, just vibes.

multi fandom/ship , possibly dead dove

#denji #denji hayakawa #csm #chainsaw man #intro post #wriiting

[anachronismstellar]

"Sweet Dreams" please!

Right away!

He was surprised when the knock stopped. He squinted at the door, anger slowly shifting into curiosity, as the silence stretched over them like a spiderweb, ready to snap at any moment. Because Dabi knew that there was no way Shigaraki had given up so easily; if Dabi had to describe the fucker in one word it'd be stubborn. 

#wriiting #my writing #wip wednesday #wip wednesday game #shigadabihawks #shigaraki tomura #dabi #touya todoroki #hawks #keigo takami

[maelstrom-of-emotions]

#wriiting #thoughts #relatable #writing memes #writing jokes #writers on tumblr