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transcendragon · 6 months

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I'm adding new art to my Redbubble again! I'll probably add more soon. As the holidays are coming up you might want to check it out, especially if you're getting gifts for anyone who's nerdy and/or LGBTQ+ (and this is tumblr, so you probably do). It has notebooks, mugs, clothes, magnets, pins, coasters, and more with my art!

Here's some of the new art I recently added, please feel free to request that I add any piece of mine to Redbubble that you like!

#queer artist #trans artist #small artist #queer art #lgbtq art #fantasy art #creature art #holiday gifts #id in alt #trans art #nonbinary turtle #tentacle tunnel #talk to me about worldbuilding #writer gifts #nerdy gifts #queue should see this #transcedragon art

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everlastingscribe · 1 year

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Money's really tight this year, which has meant I've had to get extremely creative for Christmas and Birthday gifts but behold, a hobbit-y themed 4x6 inch notebook cover for a friend of mine who writes! All hand sewn using felt and felt scraps. I had a moment of utter brilliance making the inside of the door a small pocket for you know emergency coffee money ;) every writer has that right? It came out really well and because it's refillable she can use it over and over again. :D

#lotr #bilbo #hobbits #writer gifts #handmade crafts

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ebookfriendly · 1 year

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A handy list of the Black Friday 2022 deals for writers

Classic notebooks, retro Bluetooth keyboards, t-shirts, mugs, writing-friendly tablets, workspace accessories, voice recording devices, jewelry, games, and more!

(via 50+ best Black Friday 2022 deals for writers, in one handy list)

#writer #writer gifts #author author gifts #tips #lists #gifts for writers #gifts for authors #amazon #black friday #black friday 2022

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creativepromptsforwriting · 2 months

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Love Languages

Receiving Gifts

Receiving thoughtful gifts from their loved ones to show they love and think of them. These ideas are about what a person with this love language would love to receive.

bringing home flowers without a reason

grabbing their favourite dessert from a far away bakery

planning and surprising them with a vacation to a place they always wanted to go to

bringing home something that they saw in the store and that they maybe don't need but that they just had to buy because it reminded them of their partner

getting them a new video game that they can play together

buying them new gear for a hobby that they enjoy

purchasing tickets to their favourite artist/s

gifting them a sentimental piece of jewellery

buying them a limited edition of their favourite book

creating and gifting them with a scrap book full of photos and sentimental items, like tickets that show their relationship

More: Gift Ideas

#love language #love languages #writing ideas #writeblr #writing prompts #writing prompt #writers on tumblr #creative writing #receiving gifts

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robinwoodsfiction · 1 year

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Favorite Writer Gifts

As I update Christmas lists and unearth presents squirreled away in the depths of the closet, it got me thinking about my favorite writer gifts. Gift giving is definitely one of my love languages. I spend hours making gifts for others and I especially love combining thoughtful with practical. I make cheat sheets for myself for everything and I have friends and family who always reference them…

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#christmas gift ideas #English teacher gift #English teacher gifts #gifts for english teachers #gifts for readers #gifts for writers #gifts under $10 #pens #robin woods #robin woods blog #robin woods fiction #teacher gifts #writer gifts #writing ideas #writing resources

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readerupdated · 1 year

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A handy list of the Black Friday 2022 deals for writers

Classic notebooks, retro Bluetooth keyboards, t-shirts, mugs, writing-friendly tablets, workspace accessories, voice recording devices, jewelry, games, and more...

(via 50+ best Black Friday 2022 deals for writers, in one handy list)

#black friday #black friday 2022 #amazon black friday #writer #author #writer gifts #author gifts #tips #lists

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writerupdated · 1 year

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Take a look at the handy list of the best Black Friday 2022 deals for writers that I curate on Amazon. Classic notebooks, retro Bluetooth keyboards, t-shirts, mugs, writing-friendly tablets, workspace accessories, voice recording devices, jewelry, games.

(via 50+ best Black Friday 2022 deals for writers, in one handy list)

#writer #writing #gifts for writers #author #gifts for authors #black friday #black friday 2022 #writer gifts #author gifts

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blackwolfstabs · 4 months

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Parker's Secret Santa Gifts🎄for @alkivm

ONE NORMAL NIGHT

In the heart of winter and in the dead of night, you and Wednesday share the woods.

fandom: Wednesday (2022) pairing: Wedesnday Addams × Fem!Vampire!Reader a/n: this is my 1st × reader ever so i'm feeling very insecure about it.. however, i wanted to do something up your alley, Alk. i also wanted to write from Wednesday because i knew writing something of Sam would be too predictable of me haha. anyways, i hope you enjoy!!

You slid into the partially dark dorm room that held your girlfriend’s strong scent. For someone as dark and mysterious as Wednesday, you never expected her to have a smell that was actually calming. However, this made it easier for you to find her. Being a vampire allowed you the same nose the werewolves had. Maybe even better, in your opinion…

Speaking of werewolves, Enid’s side of the room was the dark side, for once. She must’ve been out with her girl pack. This led you to immediately find Wednesday seated at her desk with a lit lamp as the clicking of the typewriter keys echoed off the walls. Her writing time, you presumed with a small smirk and shake of your head. It was part of her nightly routine.

But you were looking for a night where they could just be with each other. It had snowed all day, but with the dark that you both adored, came clear skies and moonlight that made the snow sparkle. Wednesday, of course, didn’t care for sparkly things, but you hadn’t seen anything more vintage in decades. And you wanted to share that with her.

You wanted one normal night.

She never stopped typing, her black eyes undivided, but there was something about the way her shoulders braced that told you that she knew you were there. So, you approached her, but before you could speak, she did.

“What is it, Y/N?” she asked flatly. “You know this is my—”

“Yes, yes, I know. This is your writing time,” you cut her off as you stopped behind her chair and leaned against it. “I was thinking… maybe we could take a walk through the woods? We’ve been shut indoors all day because of the snowfall, and the moon is rather beautiful tonight.” You heard her give a short huff, which encouraged you to follow up with, “Almost as beautiful as you…”

Wednesday scoffed as she felt you lean down and kiss her cheek. You had just been outside, on your way over, so your lips were cold against her warm skin. It made her pull away slightly, “Oh, please, your pick-up lines are aging on me.” But even she had her own jokes to turn around on you, and she glanced up to tease, “Almost as much as you.”

To be fair, you did not see that coming as you looked away in mock offense. “You've been waiting to spring that one on me, haven’t you?”

She shrugged and went back to her writing, “Not really. You just fell into the trap.”

“Sly psychic,” you rolled your eyes.

“Dumb vampire.”

God, the way she just threw back words in any situation that made her charisma grow had your vampire instincts tingling. It made you frisky and longing for a hunt. However, if Wednesday followed your lead, you could take the thirst just to have one night with her. “Please?” you hated to beg, yet here you were doing it for her. “Can’t you spare one day of cutting your writing time short?”

Your borderline-desperate tone made her give a small smirk, and that gave you a little bit of hope. You had other plans for that night anyway, so you would make sure she’d show her side of the duality you had gotten the pleasure to know.

“Let me finish this paragraph,” she eventually gave in.

You let her do so without trouble, pacing around the room like a caged tiger while you waited. And then she stood up from her chair and turned around to catch you looking at her.

“You’ve got the patience of a saint.” The sarcasm was thick in her flat tone.

You just shrugged and nodded to the tunic-length jacket that was lying on her bed, “That should be warm enough for you.”

The raven gave you an uncertain look as she went to retrieve it and slip it on. “Sometimes, I think you forget that I’m not a vampire,” she commented, clearly not convinced one jacket would keep her warm in the snowy wilderness.

“Never,” you assured her. When she turned around and approached you with her dark eyes trying to figure out the million thoughts behind your glowing ones, you gave her a wink. “Don’t worry, love. I’ll keep you warm.”

She didn’t look convinced. “I’m thrilled.” Then again, she never did.

You never took that personally from her. After all, she was the one to insinuate a relationship that was more than friends. She had even stolen the first kiss between you two. As uninterested as she tried to seem, you knew she was curious about what you had in mind. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have followed you out.

The bitter cold of the winter night suited you just fine as you stepped out of the heated indoors and shook your head out to relish the chilly freedom. You sighed in delight, before looking over your shoulder to see Wednesday pacing up next to you.

She blinked unsteadily, the breeze stinging her eyes and cheeks as her bangs were swept aside. She crossed her arms and hugged them against her chest. “It had to be tonight?”

You rolled your eyes, “Oh, come on, Wednesday, it’s not that bad!” You gave her a playful nudge. “You just need to get that warm blood pumping,” you then teased, your breed leaving you immune to the freeze.

She just growled in annoyance, which made you decide to take the first step—well, more like the second step now… “So, try and keep up,” you told her, then raced away into the woods.

It must have caught her off-guard, because she immediately followed hot in pursuit. “Y/N!” It was like she hadn’t even thought about the fact that she was rushing into a game of Tag, like it was a mindless effort that sent her after you.

Her calls made you run faster, weaving through the trees like a trained dog in agility, and you let out a triumphant howl that sent the crows scattering into the night sky. In return, you actually got a few calls back from the werewolves scouting the forest as well. “Hey, Wednesday!” you hollered over your shoulder, “you think one of those is your roommate?!”

You could hear your girlfriend’s panting grow louder as she flanked you a few yards back. “No!” she answered, “Enid wouldn’t be caught dead in this kind of cold!”

“But you’d like that, wouldn’t you?!” Being an Addams gave you so much freedom to joke about death, considering you were already dead inside. It was meant to be.

“Not tonight, Y/N!”

You just laughed and raced on, filing deeper and farther into the world of forestry that almost shielded the moonlight. The wind seemed to be going 100 miles per hour against your skin, making a million scents bathe your tongue every time you breathed in.

And then the scent of fur and fresh-kill caught your senses. You were gaining too close to the werewolves, so you figured this was a good place to stop.

Wednesday, on the other hand, didn’t have as keen a sense of smell, which kept her racing on. She couldn’t see you anymore, but she had done that dance before. The amount of times she’d run through this very forest was unimaginable, especially with a destination known or unknown in mind. She wasn’t afraid of running through the dark; however, the crisp cold air was taking a toll on her lungs. She called out for you, slowing down to catch her breath. “Y/N?!”

Compared to the way she’d sounded a few minutes ago, back at the dorm, she wasn’t so uptight about everything. And that was where you wanted her.

The raven slowed all the way, when she didn’t receive a response from you. She glanced around as she trotted forward. “Y/N?” Her panting was silenced among the breeze and so was your movement in the low branch of the nearest tree.

When she passed it, you grabbed her arm and pulled it towards the trunk. She yelped and spun around, yanking her arm away to look up and meet your golden eyes. “Sorry,” you giggled, releasing her to comb your wind-tossed hair back with one hand.

Her voice went back to its natural, monotoned-self. “Why are you in a tree?”

“We’re too close to the werewolves,” you nearly whispered the explanation. Then, you held your hand out to her. “Come on, I’ll help you up.”

The gold shimmer in your eyes struck the lightest reflection in hers as she took it and let you pull half of her weight up onto the same branch.

You knew she wasn’t the most comfortable person with heights without being guarded by some sort of railing, so you made sure she was steady before you continued to lead the way up. Being a vampire, your agility and strength were reliable. You could weave quicker through the limbs. And once you reached almost ¾-ths of the way up, you crouched to check on your girlfriend.

Despite her size and normal human strength, she actually kept up well, only being a few branches below. However, being the lady vampire you were, you had lived for a few centuries. So, chivalry was definitely not dead in your era, just evolved out of the strictly-male ideals. “Wednesday!” She paused her climbing to glance up at you, which made you hold your hand out to her again. “I got you.” The cold must have been biting at her because she grabbed your hand with no hesitation, and you lifted her up, wrapping one arm around her waist to safely bring her to your level.

She wouldn’t admit it, but the raven was relieved that you had the decency to allow her to be closest to the tree trunk. She glanced down, almost nervously, but left it undetectable as she asked, “Is there any reason why you insist on being so high up?”

“No one can see us from up here.”

She shifted skeptically.

“I thought you liked being uncomfortable,” you smirked. You caught the way she curved her fingers into the bark, threatening to clutch it if the branch that held them teased a crack or two.

Wednesday gave a slightly flustered sigh. “The last time I was in a tree, things didn’t go so well.” When she looked your way again, the moon light dappling through the trees made her eyes show a shade of brown that wasn’t common in her natural aesthetic.

It took some of the frost away from the cold that you didn’t realize you could feel until that deep gaze met yours. Her frame looked even smaller as she backed up to secure herself against the trunk, which you knew she did to brace herself in case anything happened. You softened your voice as you moved closer to her. “I won’t let you fall,” the words came so naturally, it was almost considered pure.

She blinked at you. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Y/N…”

You stopped a short distance from her, close enough to see what she hoped you wouldn’t: her desire for comfort. You slid one hand around her waist and the other over her cheek to block the winter breeze. “Here’s my promise,” you whispered, then pulled her into a gentle kiss.

To your surprise, she fell into it instantly, almost as if she was thinking of the same thing. She must have felt secure in your arms, for she then put her arms around your torso. And through the kiss, you smiled.

She pulled away. “Is that all you got?” she tested you, looking away and over your shoulder to bait you into moving elsewhere than her lips.

You took in a deep breath, and her scent was so strong that you could almost taste her… You felt your golden gaze start to burn and your mouth start to salivate. There was a surge of power that entwined your bloodstream, and the thrill to drink made you stare at her open neck. Well… almost open. “Are you teasing me, Ms. Addams?” you asked her as you dipped your head towards the crook of her neck and nosed her braid over her shoulder, fully exposing her warm skin.

“Bite me, Y/LN,” she almost purred into your ear. It was supposed to be a tease, but it came out more as a command.

But it was your pleasure, regardless. “Not until we’re in bed, my cold-hearted darling,” you replied, then pressed your lips to her neck. It was hard not to bite her right now. Just a little taste of that sweet drink that came out of the most savage student in Nevermore Academy would have sufficed. But you wouldn’t. Not now. For now, you forced yourself to only kiss and suckle her skin in a slow trail down her neck, but you did manage to let your fangs nip her every now and then.

All the while, Wednesday laid her head on your shoulder, sighing through the treatment with small moans, while her black nails curled into your spine when your fangs would catch her soft skin.

It was the perfect mix of Heaven and Hell.

It was angelic and demonic.

It was sweet and stubborn.

It was you and Wednesday…

On this one normal night.

merry christmas/happy holidays alk! i hope this made you smile and i'm wishing you a very pleasureable rest of the season. thank you for being such a supportive friend 🎄✨🎁

- parker (BWS)

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foralleternityidiot · 10 months

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netflix producing season 6 of black mirror will never not be funny to me

#wga strike #sag strike #writers strike #black mirror #the gift of prophecy #apollo strikes again

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vi-visected · 1 year

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in my head after the events of camlann merlin returns to camelot and, still riddled with terrible guilt and grief, confesses to leon about everything that had happened and everything he had done, magic and all. and instead of outrage or betrayal or scorn or judgement (or even death, as he had briefly considered) leon shatters him with a deeply apologetic expression and a whispered “my friend… you must have been so afraid, and so tired.” and merlin collapses into heaving sobs against him and doesn’t get back up for a long time.

#bbc merlin #merlin #bbc leon #sir leon #sir leon the long suffering #i know arthur forgave him #in his own way #but i don’t want merlin to be forgiven #i want someone to tell him he had nothing to be sorry for #i want someone to be proud of him #‘you always looked so small then’ leon tells him several centuries later #‘i never could figure out what great burden could weigh you down so much’#‘destiny is one of the heaviest things i’ve ever felt’ merlin says #‘heavier than despair?’ leon asks him ‘heavier than grief?’#‘the only thing heavier’ merlin replies ‘was being left without purpose.’#merlin writers really said merry christmas!! your gift is trauma

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redvioletarts · 3 days

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[Image ID: A photo of an 11oz black coffee mug with a custom design in white lineart and hand-lettered text. It says "Dear FBI" in large print over art of an Internet search bar with suggested previous searches below. The text in the search bar says "I'm A Writer I Swear" in all caps, and the previous searches read "detect gps tracker on car," "arsenic lethal dose," and "black market prices for..." with the rest of the text cut off. End ID.]

Lines printed up great on this one! The text came out nice and clear.

Writing research got you looking sketchy lately? Throw the Feds off your trail by also buying this. Guaranteed to not get you investigated for your weird search history. Probably. ...Well, it won't hurt.

(Maybe you should get a VPN in any case.)

The design prints up on both sides, to be fair to the lefties for once. All my mugs do.

Dear FBI, I'm A Writer I Swear <- get yours!

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poetrybyonur · 3 months

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Time is precious. We are all only given a numbered amount of time on this earth. When you give your time to someone, that’s time you’ll never get back. Which is why, when I give of my time, it is a precious gift. I will gift it to those whom I feel are precious to me. I will never not have time for people who are important to me.

#poets on tumblr #love quotes #love poetry #romantic poetry #love poem #romantic writer #onurtaskiran poetry #poets and writers #gentleman poet #love #poetrybyonur #writers #writers on tumblr #spilled ink #time #you are precious #giving time #gift of time #you are important

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mindofserenity · 1 month

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شكر

Acquire the skill of amazement.

Not only through sunsets and mountains but in the normality of life. Find yourself to be thankful in every way of life. You will learn to be grateful for all your blessings that we so often undermine and gain the joy of it.

Find beauty in the remarkable and in nothingness.

— mindofserenity