dontcrywrite
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kat || 20 || she/ they || i have too many wips and figured i'd just ramble about them here || currently working on a queer fantasy adventure || main is @super-writer-gal (i follow/like from there)
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dontcrywrite · a day ago
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Tag your oc who takes calculated risks, but is really bad at math. 
You know the one. 
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dontcrywrite · a day ago
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Last Line Tag
Thanks for tagging me, sweetheart @dontcrywrite!! I’m excited to share some lines from my dewdrop draft. My descriptions usually aren’t as strong as my dialogues, but I’m trying to get better at writing them.
A caretaker’s life is as strong or as fragile as the string of fate which binds them to their human. On one end the string is attached to a bell that rings as long as the human is in danger or in pain. Tied together by the universe’s design, fate cannot be changed or so the rules are told.
With my ancient eyes, visualising the string of fate is a matter of patience. I work my way up from Violet’s chest, where her small porcelain bell trembles like strong winds are pulling on it from all sides. The desperate sounds ring in my ears, but I can’t get distracted by the noises.
Tagging: @theramwrites, @avian-writes, @fuyugomori, @ren-c-leyn
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dontcrywrite · 2 days ago
Hi hi hi hi hiiii!! I hope you've been doing well! I gotta say, your snippet was so lovely. It really did capture Helen and Cory's relationship but I am curious! As of that scene, how long had Helen and Cory been together? Has their relationship changed much from the beginning of it until now?
hi hi!!! 💕💕💕 i'm v glad you liked it!! i hope you're doing well too!! :)))
So as of that scene, Cory and Helen have only been dating for a few months! They've known each other for about two and a half years, but they've only recently shifted into dating. Their relationship hasn't changed too much? They're figuring out their boundaries as they go when it comes to aspects of a romantic relationship, but for the most part they're still best friends and enjoy lovingly bullying each other :) I think i said this before somewhere (maybe?? if i'm remembering correctly??) but Helen is the one that confessed first!! She had a whole speech planned out, but then panicked and sort of just blurted it out. Cory was very chill about it, and was like "oh worm I like you too!!" Their relationship is going to grow over the course of the quest (or as Cory calls it, the road trip) as they figure everything out :))
As in terms of writing, I had actually first planned out Helen and Cory's relationship as friends-to-lovers that would take place over the course of the book. But then I realized that I just wanted to write a relationship?? Like as much as I love that trope/mutual pining, I really didn't want to wait to write Helen/Cory scenes lol.
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dontcrywrite · 2 days ago
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One thing I genuinely like about writing, is how the story unfolds as you write it. You may start with a general idea, but little did you know that something you put in the story would become a major symbol, or that two characters would grow as close as they did, or that apparently you need a scene between Character A and Character C…
I just love how the story grows under your fingers, and becomes something beyond what you first imagined. 
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dontcrywrite · 2 days ago
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important reminders to all writers
your work is just as important as every other writer's, regardless if you're published or write fanfiction
your first draft doesn't have to be perfect, but it's okay to spend some extra time on it. maybe it will help you in the long run
not writing everyday doesn't make you any less of a writer
it's okay to write an enemies to lovers story with the most clichéd scenes you can think of. you don't always have to be original, especially not if your writing isn't published professionally
you don't need to be good at writing, or know every rule there is to it. if you enjoy it, that's enough
it is OK to want kudos, comments, and reblogs on your work, but even if you don't get a lot of those, that does not reflect your talent as a writer. numbers can't determine your ability to write
it's okay to take a break. and it's okay to abandon your WIP
being proud of your writing is okay. go ahead, hype yourself up
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dontcrywrite · 2 days ago
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last line tag
thanks so much for the tag @47crayons!! this is from a scene in a kingdom betrayed during the beginnings of helen and cory's quest
"I will turn this horse around," Helen threatens as Cory giggles in her ear, arms tight around Helen's midsection.
tagging (with no pressure!): @hellishhin @ambsthom @forthesanityofsome @nikkywrites @notwritinganyflufftoday @drippingmoon and anyone else who'd like to do this!! :))
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dontcrywrite · 2 days ago
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last line tag
technically @sleepy-night-child tagged me in a "wip line tag" which just turns into a last line here because i can :D also i'm stealing that open tag because why not
i've been writing so much of eden's pov i actually started thinking like her just a tiny bit (this is in her pov even though it's chloe speaking alskjflsk)
“I won’t say he’s right,” Chloe begins, “but also you don’t have to be here. You’re welcome—encouraged even, if not by Len, by me—to help your people.” She lays back down. “It’s what we all do.”
tagging with no pressure (i am Still Wondering if saying no pressure increases the pressure) @fuyugomori @the-titular-bird @dontcrywrite @writing-is-a-martial-art (ik you're very busy but in case you want a tag :D ) and anyone else!!!
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dontcrywrite · 2 days ago
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people who willingly use semicolons are so sexy
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dontcrywrite · 3 days ago
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Your characters have problems.
I don’t mean flaws in character design, even though they possibly do. I mean the problems your characters SHOULD have. The problems they face in your story ie. villains, conflict, war, homophobic parents, not having a date to the big dance. Y’know…like a plot.
Here are 3 ways to improve your plot
1. Your Characters Need to Make Decisions
This may sound obvious, but it isn’t always. The Problem™ isn’t just something your character has to go through that sucks—they should be faced with options, and have to make Active Decisions™ that affect the outcome of the story. This gives your characters agency—if they don’t have agency, if they don’t make decisions, your characters will be read as passive. Passive characters aren’t interesting.
2. These Choices Need To Be Hard
Give your characters inner conflict.
Hard, tough decisions to make. How to face their big problem. In figuring out what options your characters will choose, remember their
Motivations
Background
They way they were raised
Moral/Ethical/Spiritual beliefs
Fears
Loyalties
3. Figure Out The Stakes
Based on what kind of story you have, the stakes for your protagonist are going to be different.
SciFi novel about how the world is going to get obliterated by an evil force in 2 days? High stakes.
Romance novella about 29-year old Tequila Sheila who can’t seem to find a date to her brother’s wedding? Lower stakes.
And there’s nothing wrong with having higher or lower stakes—but do think about where your stakes should be for your particular story. Many stories don’t have high enough stakes for readers to be captivated; these stories need to be reconfigured, after realizing what exactly is at stake and to what degree. Understanding what your stakes are can help you figure out what kind of reading experience your book will be.
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dontcrywrite · 5 days ago
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a kingdom betrayed chapter four excerpt
word count: 1,656 words
notes: here's the very first helen/cory scene in akb, ft. everyone's favorite horse whiskey!!! <3 this takes place the night before helen leaves for her quest!
taglist (let me know if you want to be added or removed!): @bronwennjames @twentythreecrows @writeblrfantasy @chishiio
@nikkywrites @drippingmoon @forthesanityofsome @amberskywrites @ashen-crest @hellishhin @oh-no-another-idea@thelaughingstag
Once the excitement dies down, Helen slips off towards the stables.
It’s an old habit of hers, one that goes all the way back to when she was a child, hiding in her foster father’s stables and waiting for the panic choking her to subside. Even now, years later with the chaos of the day hanging over her head, Helen is only able to breathe once she sinks her fingers into Whiskey’s mane.
The stables are quiet this time of night; if they aren’t on duty, most knights are lounging about the courtyard enjoying their rare free time. If she listens hard enough, Helen can hear their voices floating on the air. Usually she’d go out and join them, but right now she’s content to sit in the dark and let the gentle sounds of the horses moving about in their stalls calm her nerves.
She’s supposed to head out tomorrow morning, according to Muriel. Helen’s been waiting for this moment ever since she first joined the palace guard; she even has a bag already packed and stored safely under her cot, ready to go. And yet Helen can’t help but feel a low sense of panic humming under her skin at the thought of the quest. There’s so much hanging on this. What if she doesn’t succeed?
Helen is so focused on running her fingers through Whiskey’s mane that she doesn’t hear the creaking of the stable door opening. She does, however, see the shadows move across the wall as someone slips inside.
Now, logically Helen knows that it’s someone from the palace, but she’s been on edge all evening. Instinct pushes her to move without thinking. Jumping in front of Whiskey, she throws one arm out in front of the horse and the other resting on the sword hanging at her hip. Whiskey didn’t react, too engrossed with the food in front of him to realize what was going on.
“Helen?” A familiar voice calls out from the shadows. “Are you in here?”
Helen’s shoulders slump, and she leans back heavily against Whiskey’s flank. Whiskey nudges her shoulder gently before returning to his food. “Don’t scare me like that,” she says.
Cory steps out of the shadows, a grin dancing on her face. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to startle you.”
The sight of Cory is enough to dissipate the tension that has been coiled around Helen’s spine ever since the prince had returned to the palace with one foot in the grave. She looks exactly the same as she did this morning when Helen ran into her: light hair pushed back from her forehead, spade shoved in her pocket, a streak of dirt across her cheek. Helen has never been more thrilled to see anyone in her life.
“What are you doing here?” Helen asks, lips twitching up in a small smile.
“Thought you might be in here,” Cory says with a shrug. She walks over to Helen, a slight bounce in her steps, before rummaging in her pockets and presenting Helen with a slightly crushed daisy. “Stressful day?”
“Don’t get me started.” Huffing out a small breath, Helen accepts the flower and threads it behind her ear. It’s a little ritual the two have shared since they met; Cory had started it, when she all but shoved a bright lily Helen’s hand the first time they’d run into one another.
Cory hums gently, sidling up to Helen and pressing into her side. “You’re heading out tomorrow morning for your quest, right?”
“Yeah.” Silence fell over the two. And then Helen realizes what Cory had just said. “Wait, how do you know about that? I haven’t gotten the chance to tell anyone yet!”
Cory shrugs. “Emory overheard Muriel talking to Joanna about it. The whole castle knew twenty minutes later.”
Helen groans and buries her head in her hands. Cory pats her shoulder sympathetically.
“So where are you going?” Cory’s voice is casual, but Helen knows her well enough to hear the undercurrent of curiosity in her voice.
Now, technically Helen isn’t supposed to talk about her mission to anyone. She was given strict instructions to keep everything close to her chest, to not trust anyone. Someone had infiltrated the palace and passed information to Ausburn; no one could be trusted until the Mage’s plans were unveiled. Not to mention that any and all missions handed down from the king himself weren’t to be shared with anyone, not even her fellow knights.
But this is Cory, the first person Helen befriended when she came to the palace. This is Cory, who always knew how to draw Helen out of her shell and knows exactly what to say to make Helen smile. Helen would trust Cory with her life. She’d never even considered keeping this from Cory.
“You know what happened to Prince Levi.” It isn’t a question. There isn’t a person in the palace who hasn’t heard what occurred that morning. Cory nods, wrapping a hand around Helen’s arm and giving a reassuring squeeze. “Well, Muriel has reason to believe Mage Ausburn was behind the attack.”
Cory hisses in a breath. “I thought he was holed up in the Hingcour Peaks?”
“Apparently he got bored.”
“So, what, they want you to go find him and ask him to stop? I’m sure that’ll go over well.”
“There’s no concrete proof that it’s him. Not yet. Muriel doesn’t want to go after Ausburn until it’s strictly necessary.” Helen gestures to herself. “That’s where I come in. I have to find Ausburn. I find him, I find the proof we need.”
Cory’s fingers tightened around Helen’s arm, just shy of being painful. “That sounds incredibly dangerous.”
“It’s part of the job description,” Helen shrugs.
Cory’s hand leaves Helen’s arm. Helen turns back to Whiskey, resuming her brushing. She can feel Cory’s gaze on her, but doesn’t look up, not wanting to see the concern that she knows is shining out of Cory’s eyes. Whiskey shakes his head gently under Helen’s hands, pleased with the attention.
“Alright,” Cory says after a moment. Helen readies herself for the lecture on safety that is sure to follow. But instead, all Cory says is: “I’m coming with you.”
Helen whips around to face Cory, brush hanging limply from her hand. Even Whiskey lifts his head, as if he was just as shocked at Cory’s words. Had Helen heard her right? "What - what do you mean you're coming with me?"
Cory’s lips are pursed, arms crossed over her chest. Helen knows this look far too well; Cory’s gearing herself up for an argument. “I’m coming with you,” she repeats, narrowing her eyes at Helen.
“That’s - you -” Helen splutters. “You’ve never said this about my other missions!”
“Your other missions didn’t involve you running headfirst at the most dangerous mage in Arla!” Cory throws her hands in the air, voice bordering on a shriek.
“I’m not running at him! It’s just reconnaissance!”
“But what if you get caught? What if he hurts you?”
“I won’t.” Helen reaches out and grabs Cory’s hand, linking their fingers together. “I’m going to be fine. I’d be more worried about you if you came along.”
Cory’s really pouting now. “I can take care of myself!”
“Well, right, but -”
“Remember when I beat you in that spar?”
Helen frowns. “Just because you fight dirty -”
“I won fair and square!”
“What about your job?” Helen asks, hoping the new topic might yield better results. She knows for a fact that Cory would rather cut her own hand off than let anyone touch her flower beds. “You can’t just up and leave without any explanation! Who’ll take care of your flowers?”
This slows Cory down. She rocks back on her heels, looking torn.
“They’ll probably have Ryan take over for you,” Helen says, nodding sagely. “Remember what happened last time he came near your flowers?”
There hadn’t been a plant left untouched. Cory had been devastated. Ryan spent weeks apologizing; he didn’t mean to kill the plants, not really. The poor man didn’t have much of a green thumb.
For a moment, it looks like Cory might conceded to Helen’s point. But then she just shakes her head. “I can always plant new seeds. If I lost you …”
She trails off, but Helen can hear what Cory isn’t saying. If Helen fails this mission, there’s no coming back. Cory’s doing her best to hide it, but Helen can see worry in the way Cory holds herself, stiff and unyielding.
Of course she knows how dangerous this mission was. How could she not? But how could she bring Cory along, only to put her in danger? Cory is more than capable of taking care of herself, yes, but what if she got hurt on Helen’s watch? She’d never be able to forgive herself.
On the other hand, isn’t she one of the only people who would could keep Cory safe?
Cory is pouting again, eyes silently imploring Helen in a way she’s never really been able to say no to. And really, that’s not playing very fair.
“Alright,” Helen sighs, already knowing she’ll regret this. “You can come.”
Cory brightens immediately, throwing herself at Helen and throwing her arms around her shoulders. “Thanks, Hel! This is going to be great!”
For a moment, Helen can’t breathe. Despite her small stature, Cory was deceivingly strong. “If you come with me,” Helen says, wheezing just a bit, “you can’t mess around. This isn’t a game.”
“Of course,” Cory nods solemnly. She then immediately ruins the mood by grinning at Helen. “You know, I’ve never been on a road trip before.”
Helen groans, pushing her face into Cory’s neck. “You’re going to be the death of me,” she grumbles, voice muffled.
Cory laughs, and Helen can feel the vibrations through her skin. “You love me,” she teases as she tangles her fingers in Helen’s hair.
“Yeah,” Helen sighs softly. “Yeah, I do.”
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dontcrywrite · 5 days ago
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a kingdom betrayed chapter four excerpt
word count: 1,656 words
notes: here's the very first helen/cory scene in akb, ft. everyone's favorite horse whiskey!!! <3 this takes place the night before helen leaves for her quest!
taglist (let me know if you want to be added or removed!): @bronwennjames @twentythreecrows @writeblrfantasy @chishiio
@nikkywrites @drippingmoon @forthesanityofsome @amberskywrites @ashen-crest @hellishhin @oh-no-another-idea@thelaughingstag
Once the excitement dies down, Helen slips off towards the stables.
It’s an old habit of hers, one that goes all the way back to when she was a child, hiding in her foster father’s stables and waiting for the panic choking her to subside. Even now, years later with the chaos of the day hanging over her head, Helen is only able to breathe once she sinks her fingers into Whiskey’s mane.
The stables are quiet this time of night; if they aren’t on duty, most knights are lounging about the courtyard enjoying their rare free time. If she listens hard enough, Helen can hear their voices floating on the air. Usually she’d go out and join them, but right now she’s content to sit in the dark and let the gentle sounds of the horses moving about in their stalls calm her nerves.
She’s supposed to head out tomorrow morning, according to Muriel. Helen’s been waiting for this moment ever since she first joined the palace guard; she even has a bag already packed and stored safely under her cot, ready to go. And yet Helen can’t help but feel a low sense of panic humming under her skin at the thought of the quest. There’s so much hanging on this. What if she doesn’t succeed?
Helen is so focused on running her fingers through Whiskey’s mane that she doesn’t hear the creaking of the stable door opening. She does, however, see the shadows move across the wall as someone slips inside.
Now, logically Helen knows that it’s someone from the palace, but she’s been on edge all evening. Instinct pushes her to move without thinking. Jumping in front of Whiskey, she throws one arm out in front of the horse and the other resting on the sword hanging at her hip. Whiskey didn’t react, too engrossed with the food in front of him to realize what was going on.
“Helen?” A familiar voice calls out from the shadows. “Are you in here?”
Helen’s shoulders slump, and she leans back heavily against Whiskey’s flank. Whiskey nudges her shoulder gently before returning to his food. “Don’t scare me like that,” she says.
Cory steps out of the shadows, a grin dancing on her face. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to startle you.”
The sight of Cory is enough to dissipate the tension that has been coiled around Helen’s spine ever since the prince had returned to the palace with one foot in the grave. She looks exactly the same as she did this morning when Helen ran into her: light hair pushed back from her forehead, spade shoved in her pocket, a streak of dirt across her cheek. Helen has never been more thrilled to see anyone in her life.
“What are you doing here?” Helen asks, lips twitching up in a small smile.
“Thought you might be in here,” Cory says with a shrug. She walks over to Helen, a slight bounce in her steps, before rummaging in her pockets and presenting Helen with a slightly crushed daisy. “Stressful day?”
“Don’t get me started.” Huffing out a small breath, Helen accepts the flower and threads it behind her ear. It’s a little ritual the two have shared since they met; Cory had started it, when she all but shoved a bright lily Helen’s hand the first time they’d run into one another.
Cory hums gently, sidling up to Helen and pressing into her side. “You’re heading out tomorrow morning for your quest, right?”
“Yeah.” Silence fell over the two. And then Helen realizes what Cory had just said. “Wait, how do you know about that? I haven’t gotten the chance to tell anyone yet!”
Cory shrugs. “Emory overheard Muriel talking to Joanna about it. The whole castle knew twenty minutes later.”
Helen groans and buries her head in her hands. Cory pats her shoulder sympathetically.
“So where are you going?” Cory’s voice is casual, but Helen knows her well enough to hear the undercurrent of curiosity in her voice.
Now, technically Helen isn’t supposed to talk about her mission to anyone. She was given strict instructions to keep everything close to her chest, to not trust anyone. Someone had infiltrated the palace and passed information to Ausburn; no one could be trusted until the Mage’s plans were unveiled. Not to mention that any and all missions handed down from the king himself weren’t to be shared with anyone, not even her fellow knights.
But this is Cory, the first person Helen befriended when she came to the palace. This is Cory, who always knew how to draw Helen out of her shell and knows exactly what to say to make Helen smile. Helen would trust Cory with her life. She’d never even considered keeping this from Cory.
“You know what happened to Prince Levi.” It isn’t a question. There isn’t a person in the palace who hasn’t heard what occurred that morning. Cory nods, wrapping a hand around Helen’s arm and giving a reassuring squeeze. “Well, Muriel has reason to believe Mage Ausburn was behind the attack.”
Cory hisses in a breath. “I thought he was holed up in the Hingcour Peaks?”
“Apparently he got bored.”
“So, what, they want you to go find him and ask him to stop? I’m sure that’ll go over well.”
“There’s no concrete proof that it’s him. Not yet. Muriel doesn’t want to go after Ausburn until it’s strictly necessary.” Helen gestures to herself. “That’s where I come in. I have to find Ausburn. I find him, I find the proof we need.”
Cory’s fingers tightened around Helen’s arm, just shy of being painful. “That sounds incredibly dangerous.”
“It’s part of the job description,” Helen shrugs.
Cory’s hand leaves Helen’s arm. Helen turns back to Whiskey, resuming her brushing. She can feel Cory’s gaze on her, but doesn’t look up, not wanting to see the concern that she knows is shining out of Cory’s eyes. Whiskey shakes his head gently under Helen’s hands, pleased with the attention.
“Alright,” Cory says after a moment. Helen readies herself for the lecture on safety that is sure to follow. But instead, all Cory says is: “I’m coming with you.”
Helen whips around to face Cory, brush hanging limply from her hand. Even Whiskey lifts his head, as if he was just as shocked at Cory’s words. Had Helen heard her right? "What - what do you mean you're coming with me?"
Cory’s lips are pursed, arms crossed over her chest. Helen knows this look far too well; Cory’s gearing herself up for an argument. “I’m coming with you,” she repeats, narrowing her eyes at Helen.
“That’s - you -” Helen splutters. “You’ve never said this about my other missions!”
“Your other missions didn’t involve you running headfirst at the most dangerous mage in Arla!” Cory throws her hands in the air, voice bordering on a shriek.
“I’m not running at him! It’s just reconnaissance!”
“But what if you get caught? What if he hurts you?”
“I won’t.” Helen reaches out and grabs Cory’s hand, linking their fingers together. “I’m going to be fine. I’d be more worried about you if you came along.”
Cory’s really pouting now. “I can take care of myself!”
“Well, right, but -”
“Remember when I beat you in that spar?”
Helen frowns. “Just because you fight dirty -”
“I won fair and square!”
“What about your job?” Helen asks, hoping the new topic might yield better results. She knows for a fact that Cory would rather cut her own hand off than let anyone touch her flower beds. “You can’t just up and leave without any explanation! Who’ll take care of your flowers?”
This slows Cory down. She rocks back on her heels, looking torn.
“They’ll probably have Ryan take over for you,” Helen says, nodding sagely. “Remember what happened last time he came near your flowers?”
There hadn’t been a plant left untouched. Cory had been devastated. Ryan spent weeks apologizing; he didn’t mean to kill the plants, not really. The poor man didn’t have much of a green thumb.
For a moment, it looks like Cory might conceded to Helen’s point. But then she just shakes her head. “I can always plant new seeds. If I lost you …”
She trails off, but Helen can hear what Cory isn’t saying. If Helen fails this mission, there’s no coming back. Cory’s doing her best to hide it, but Helen can see worry in the way Cory holds herself, stiff and unyielding.
Of course she knows how dangerous this mission was. How could she not? But how could she bring Cory along, only to put her in danger? Cory is more than capable of taking care of herself, yes, but what if she got hurt on Helen’s watch? She’d never be able to forgive herself.
On the other hand, isn’t she one of the only people who would could keep Cory safe?
Cory is pouting again, eyes silently imploring Helen in a way she’s never really been able to say no to. And really, that’s not playing very fair.
“Alright,” Helen sighs, already knowing she’ll regret this. “You can come.”
Cory brightens immediately, throwing herself at Helen and throwing her arms around her shoulders. “Thanks, Hel! This is going to be great!”
For a moment, Helen can’t breathe. Despite her small stature, Cory was deceivingly strong. “If you come with me,” Helen says, wheezing just a bit, “you can’t mess around. This isn’t a game.”
“Of course,” Cory nods solemnly. She then immediately ruins the mood by grinning at Helen. “You know, I’ve never been on a road trip before.”
Helen groans, pushing her face into Cory’s neck. “You’re going to be the death of me,” she grumbles, voice muffled.
Cory laughs, and Helen can feel the vibrations through her skin. “You love me,” she teases as she tangles her fingers in Helen’s hair.
“Yeah,” Helen sighs softly. “Yeah, I do.”
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dontcrywrite · 5 days ago
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Character Intro: Kit Lawson.
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We return to the entrance and Pablo clasps his hands "And now, your first task of the day" he announces.
I can see that Kit is already saying under his breath "The gift shop, the gift shop, the gift shop", and I don't have to look at his hands to see that he's finger crossed.
Pablo turns around and hands us two buckets with a sponge inside.
Definitely not the gift shop.
"Damn it!" exclaims my best friend.
Age: 19
Pronouns: He/him.
Relevant Family: two older brothers and a twin sister.
Personality: nervous and energetic, always on his feet, caring, responsible, impulsive, with a heart of gold.
Little Fact: even if his hair is blue at the start of the book, it changes four times until the end.
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dontcrywrite · 5 days ago
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5 senses, writer!
There are 5 senses!
Stop using only sight in your description.
Does the air smell crisp from snowfall? What does her kiss taste like? What do the clothes feel like against skin? Describe the crunch of boots breaking the crust of the snow.
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dontcrywrite · 5 days ago
Hi. I hate filler scenes, they drive me up the wall BUT i'm currently drafting one of my stories and notice that it needs a filler scene. Do you have any advice on how to make filler scenes feel less like they are a waste of words and feel more like they belong in the story?
How to Fix Your Filler Scenes
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The whole reason a scene would be considered "filler" was if it offered no contribution whatsoever to plot, worldbuilding, or character development within the narrative. Filler takes up space, can make the pacing drag, and often adds quantity but not quality to your story.
You never want ANY 100% filler scenes in your work, especially if you plan on publishing traditionally and need to keep your word count down, and unfortunately, there aren't many exceptions to this.
However, a lot of people rely heavily on filler to provide a segue into the next part of their story and keep the pacing steady, so in that case, how do you make these filler scenes worthwhile?
Here are some ways to fix your filler scenes to make them meaningful (and essential) to the story!
1. Make it About The Characters and Their Relationships
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A good way to make a scene not filler is if you use it to help develop your characters or the relationships between them.
Maybe you can use this time to make your protagonist and their love interest grow closer, or maybe you could use it to reveal some backstory that you weren't sure where to piece into the narrative beforehand.
Maybe your protagonist has a revelation about themselves or about the others in their group, whether through a meaningful conversation or by observing their behavior.
This could be a good time to show how your characters view the world around them, having philosophical conversation about love or death or anything in between, or to show them changing their views based on their experiences and the experiences of others.
All in all, if you make your scene an important aspect of your story when it comes to character development, then it's not filler at all, and will serve the story well in not only connecting two important events, but also allowing the reader to learn more about the people they've invested in.
2. Make it About the Worldbuilding
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Worldbuilding is an important part of any story, especially in high fantasy and Sci-Fi. If you need to take a break from your plot in order to make sure things aren’t going by too fast, perhaps take some time to develop the world that your characters live in. 
Now, I’m not saying to use this time to infodump everything there is about your character’s world, but instead show it off in a beautiful and poignant scene that can be coupled with character development. 
It’s the night before a big event. The lovers sneak out of the motel to enjoy a drink at the bar at the far edge of the intergalactic satellite they’ve docked at to refuel. Perhaps while drunk, one of the characters reveals something about their past they’d meant to keep hidden?
A character takes their foreign friend shopping in a bazaar unlike anything you’ve ever scene before. Perhaps they find an item of interest there that helps them along their journey?
These scenarios make sure that the “filler” is actually an important aspect of the story that would actually take away from the overall quality if it were removed. 
3. Make it About Suspense
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It's night. The sun is going down. The fire crackles and sputters.
Tomorrow, the characters will be off to battle. They know that they might be sitting in a room with people who will be dead by the following evening. They wonder if this will be the last time they see each other alive, if this will be the last conversations they ever have while they're all in one piece.
Suspense is a great way to make your filler scene important, building up the tension leading up to the next scene. Of course, this scene can only be used to segue into a very, very integral moment in the story, perhaps even the climax, so use it wisely.
Suspenseful scenes often benefit from an interesting setting and high-tension description and dialogue, and can also be paired with character development to show how your protagonists react in the face of fear.
4. Understand that Sometimes Cutting the Scene May Be For the Best
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Sometimes, things just don't work out with the above ideas. Perhaps it's too late in the story to develop characters or worldbuilding, or maybe the subsequent event isn't important enough to prompt an entire scene dedicated to suspense.
In that case, it's probably best to just cut the filler scene. To keep from the timeskip being weird, have the event you want to segue into be at the beginning of a new chapter, or maybe re-work the narrative so that it weaves together more easily.
It'll be difficult to do this, especially if you've grown attached to what you've written, but I promise it'll work out all the better in the end; each aspect of the story is supposed to mean something, and I wouldn’t want you to put in all that effort and time into crafting a scene that, in the end, doesn’t really do much for the narrative.
Hope this helped, and happy writing!
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dontcrywrite · 5 days ago
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the phrase, said in a broken voice, "I can't go back," will never fail to completely draw me in to a book.
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dontcrywrite · 5 days ago
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Marble And Magic: New Intro.
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Genre: urban fantasy, YA.
Themes: found family, good vs evil, friends to lovers, coming of age story.
Synopsis:
Agatha and Kit clearly didn't think it through when they spray painted the sides of the Treasury of Research Museum at night.
Yeah, they were both drunk.
Yeah, it was all in revenge because of Kit's exboyfriend Tony (whose family owns the museum), after he broke up with Kit by text and then blocked him.
Yeah they looked straight at the CCTVs and waved...multiple times.
It was not their best idea.
Now, they are both forced to work in that stupid museum during the holidays (ruining them completely) as their way to pay it off. And the worst thing: they are forced to learn about the museum's most touristic attraction: an statue with a whole legend behind it.
Tourists and locals all sigh when they learn that one day, the statue's soulmate would take his extended hand and he would be free of his curse forever.
All is completely fake of course, just a little fairytail so that dumbasses leave money at the gift shop... Or at last that's what Agatha think.
A joke gone wrong, a stumble and suddenly Agatha is face to face with a guy that wasn't there before....And that looks strangely similar to the statue.
But, what are the consequences of breaking the curse?
Characters: Agatha, Kit, Jasper, Tony and Kathan.
Aesthetic: empty museums, being chased, secrets, soulmates, pop culture at its best, broken marble, curses and magic, watching the sunrise at a dinner, ancient languages.
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dontcrywrite · 5 days ago
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wdym you don’t know anything about my wips?? i telepathically shared my wips with all of you like weeks ago. keep up
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The Laughing Stag Masterpost
Hello writers, readers, and everything in-between. Welcome to the Laughing Stag! I have created this virtual tavern for writers to share their work (WIP, published work, fanfic, anything!), get feedback, and to connect with others in the writeblr community. Below, I will talk a little bit about myself, what I envision for this blog, and how it might work. I haven’t done anything like this before so if you have any feedback do kindly let me know. The information and guidelines below are subject to change as necessary for the sustained enjoyment of everyone in this writeblr community.
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