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Just a random shout-out for these peeps for being awesome!

#oh!!!! i just saw this!!!!! enchant this is so sweet of you oh my god throwing up and crying

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You're worth waiting for. Write at your own pace. Your readers can wait a bit longer.

Your worth as a writer isn't hinged on your ability to constantly create & bang out writing.

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After shoving Hansel in the oven, the witch turns to Gretel - who is currently fending the witch off with a gingerbread chair - and says:

“I can’t believe you thought a trail of breadcrumbs would save you. I mean, honestly, this is a forest! It’s full of animals. Honestly, the very idea that a dumb shit like you thought you could get the better of me is absurd.”

Gretel hits her in the face with said chair. To be fair to the witch, she takes the chairshot like a champ.

“Ow!”

“Did you know,” says Gretel, “that crows are capable of facial recognition?”

“Eh?” Says the witch, clambering to her feet and pulling a candy cane sledgehammer off the wall. “What’s that got to do with anything?”

“Not only that,” Gretel continues, “but they can remember both friends and enemies. And they’ll often follow people they remember as friends.”

The two fence with their sugared weapons for a moment, before the witch knocks the chair out of Gretel’s hands.

“Enough with the bird facts! Honestly, this whole attempted escape has been utter clownshoes. Get in the fucking oven!”

She seizes Gretel by the collar. Gretel immediately sandbags, letting her whole body go limp. This eminently practical defense forces the witch to try and deadlift her. Which is hard, as the witch often skips leg day.

“For example,” Gretel says, as the witch struggles and grunts, “if you feed crows a lot of breadcrumbs, they’ll probably start to see you as a friend and follow you in the hope of more food.”

The witch stops. Outside, she hears the thunder of wings.

“They’ll even bring you shiny things they find as presents!” Says Gretel, as a corner of the gingerbread ceiling is suddenly cut away by a large crow with a knife in its mouth.

“Oh shitballs.” Says the witch, as the crows descend. “I hope you know this is a great unkindness.”

“Technically,” Says Gretel, “It’s a murder.”

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Here is your reminder that reading your own work is not a bad thing. Enjoying your own work is not a bad thing. Being obsessed with your own work is not a bad thing. In fact, one of the BEST things you can do as a content creator is enjoy the work you put out!!! That’s the whole point.

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“My sister’s soul, like mine, must still be lingering somewhere; but where? Now there were no such things as bodies for us, presumably physical proximity was no longer necessary for the two of us to meet. But without bodies, how would we know each other? Would I still recognise my sister as a shadow?”

– Han Kang, Human Acts, trans. Deborah Smith

#wip: true colours

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Hmm what about a dynamic where A is reckless and rushes into danger trying to save everyone while B always worries about A's safety and is there to catch them when they fall

ahh, here ya go, kly. hope i did this short well enough for ya. no names for the characters, tho. . . 😔

send me a prompt request featuring any character or dynamic + one word?

Word Count: 662 T.W/C.W: mentions of bruises, some crashing buildings, idk what else that slipped by me

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Sometimes, they wondered where would they be if they didn't dedicate themself to their cause. If they took up a profession, where they didn't have to deal with immense dangers involved. Perhaps, plenty of things would go differently.

However, they wouldn't regret any of it. Sure, they had gotten trapped or kidnapped yet they always made it through. Saw it through no matter how tough their situation could get.

And maybe they could be a little foolish for doing what they do. But hey if they managed to help people. . . their safety was negligent. After all: it proved to be a simple price, which they would pay over and over again.

Back in their apartment, their ally tended to their wounds. Dabbing a wet cloth over wounded spots, cleaning it up as much as she could.

"You know," she said, grabbing a piece of gauze. "We'd have more nights of leisure if you didn't get back bleeding. I thought you'd have learned to lessen it by now."

"If those people didn't insist on stabbing or shooting at me," they replied with a heavy sigh. "I'm sure I wouldn't be stuck with it. But hey, they believe draining blood outta my system is gonna stop me."

She snorted, shaking her head. "I swear, you're just finding an excuse to be a martyr, eh."

"Then why bother sticking around?" they asked, arching a brow. They rubbed a hand over a gauze wrapped around a bruise on their elbow. "I mean if you got a problem with it, you can walk out."

They tried making it sound like a joke yet some seriousness slipped out. She lowered her arm, bowing her head. She gulped and set the cloth down onto a table.

Crap, they thought as regret engulfed them. They probably shouldn't have said. . .

When she peered up at them, her lips tilted into a small grin.

"Because I don't have much better to do," she answered dryly with a brief shrug. "Besides. . . who else can I stop from making bad decisions? Don't think I can find anyone else like you."

With a roll of their eyes, they threw a light punch at her upper arm. She burst out cackling

Even if they keep crashing down, a pair of arms were prepared to catch them. Keeping them. . . secured and reassured. That they weren't alone and they had an ally, who would be there for them. Whether they fell apart or get torn at the seams, they knew they wouldn't have to be alone. And damn, they were so lucky to have someone, steadfast and loyal, by their side.

It happened to be pivotal to them especially since they had to get people out of a building. It had been hit by a laser beam and they had to evacuate most of those who had been in it. If they didn't have a team, they wouldn't have done the job at all.

However, they had been slow at escaping themself. But the sound of concrete cracking set them on edge, freezing them on where they stood.

Before it could crumble on them, a whirlwind of a silhouette shoved them to the other side. Rolling along with them.

They tried catching their breath, turning their head at the person beside them. Only for their eyes to widen at their ally, who propped herself up on an elbow.

"You dumbass," she hissed, scowling. Her face crumpled. "You ought to be more careful, you know!"

"Sorry," they murmured, wincing at sharp sensation searing at their sides. "I would. . . I would have. . . but. . . thank you."

"Don't thank me just yet." She scrambled to her feet, dusting her jacket and t-shirt. She stretched a hand out. "C'mon. . . you got a job to finish. After that, you're required to rest. No complaints."

Their lips quirked up at the corners. "Yeah. . . no problem."

As her posture relaxed, she reached for their elbow. Guiding them to where those civilians had been brought to safety.

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#OBSESSED with this!!!!! #i love dynamics like this and you've brought your own take into it which i absolutely adore <33 #others: writing #enchant 🌟

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“Oh my god you’re a writer? Can I read your stuff?”

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The person I reblogged this from is someone I enjoy seeing on my dashboard.

#<33!!!

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So, for Claude (because I'm intrigued by her); 2,3, amd 36, and for the writer; A,B, and E!

YEEE, thanks for sending! (and for being intrigued! If you want, you can send me a prompt, so that I’ll write a drabble! hehe) Also @francehonestly, I think you might be interested in this. ^-^ 

Sorry, if this is long like a thesis, lmaooo.

2. How easy is it for your character to laugh?

It’s difficult. Sometimes, Claude laughs at her own damn clumsy mistakes or her own jokes. Sometimes, she laughs at someone’s jokes or at moments that weren’t meant to be laughable. She laughs, when she’s truly happy. She laughs, when she’s having fun with her friends.

In short, it takes a while to let her walls go down, and show her amusement to someone.

3. How do they put themselves to bed at night (reading, singing, thinking?)

She has insomnia, so sleep is hard to come by and she stays up all night, thinking. But when she does pass out, she takes it as a gift.

36. Do they actively seek romance, or do they wait for it to fall into their lap?

OKAY, RIRI, HOW DARE YOU!?!? just kidding, i’ll happily answer this, lol

*clears throat* so, Claude, when she’s really in love with someone *cough* Ray Palmer *cough*, she actively do something to show that she does have feelings for them. She checks if they’re okay, gives them thoughtful gifts (roses that she grew on her own garden, books she think that they might like, a useful gadget), and tries to spend time with them, even though her social energy might drain.

In other words, she tries being active when she’s romantically interested with someone. (and the dude, I shaded is a damn idiot. but she’s patient, lmaooo)

A) Why are you excited about this character?

Hmm, because she means something to me as a writer. She’s different from me, and the fact that she’s not the stereotypical sexy, pretty girl in most media is interesting. (Here’s how she looks like). And writing a confident smart-ass, who’s a woman is refreshing. Hollywood are cowards, it’s a fact™️.

B) What inspired you to create them?

Here’s one of my dark secrets... I had read lots of Beauty and the Beast re-tellings. Most of them have guys with scars, and some of their personality is basic, and I noticed how there aren’t many women who are the beasts.

So, with Claude, she wasn’t meant to be scarred, but when I imagined her with scars, it stayed stuck with me.

Basically, Disney’s version of the Beast inspired me. But Claude has her own original traits that the Beast doesn’t have, I think.

There you have it, my darkness. Lmaooo.

E) Are they someone you would get along with? Would they get along with you?

Heh, it depends. I’m sure that I might get annoyed by her ego, and her constant smart-assery. It might take Claude a while to warm up to me, lmaooo.

Ask me uncommon questions about my OCs and their creators!

#she is ACTIVE about her LOVE 😭😭😭😭 #and i love that she’s not stereotypical like!!!!! yes!!!! we need more complex and interesting female character and by god are you providing #the fact that it was inspired by beauty and the beast >>>>

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Jade Shaw, commission for @afoolandathief

#description of her??? perfection. her???? Perfection. like heloooooo

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brushing over inaccuracies in my writing like maybe the real science was the fiction we found along the way

#me with all my space stories ever

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best advice i ever got as a writer was to pick a hobby that i hated more than writing and stick with it. i’m a runner now and it’s miserable and i Hate It and writing is so lovely in comparison. bonus: i’m in excellent shape and running gives you a lot of time to think about writing. i’ve solved a lot of plot complications while running.

This is such funny advice. Writing is so excruciating, you gotta take up Self Torture so that writing feels like a fun little break 😭

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Ok listen we NEED to talk about your girlfriend. I know you’re doomed by the narrative and all, but she keeps defying the will of fate with her vain and ever more desperate attempts to save you. It’s SERIOUSLY going to rend the fabric of space-time if she keeps this up. I’m not even joking. We’re all going to end up in a closed loop of decaying reality if—it’s not cute, stop laughing!!

#me with a Character!!! i love her!!!! #she is batshit insane and feral and so so in love. i love her.

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A bad day of writing does not make you a bad writer. Nor does an odd piece of dialogue, or an illogical plot line.

Cut yourself some slack. Writing gets tedious sometimes.

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Heads Up, Seven Up

another one from @toribookworm22​!! and since it’s claude strodloge’s womb evicting day, here’s another snippet from my convuluted fic, lmao.

just claude unknowingly backfiring her own plan in preventing her best friend from falling for her. she means well yet so misguided. i’d hate to be the love interest, tbh. 😎

context for this situation: x.

yes, i exposed who i ship her with and the blorbo i’ve been torturing excessively recently. ahem, now run along.

“I know I tend to downplay [her feelings for Ray] constantly,” she murmured, rubbing the back of her neck. “I do it because I don’t want to rub you off the wrong way. I can… I can get way too intense than I should. I guess it’s preferable if I contain it yet not hide it completely.”

Downplay? he thought bewilderedly. Was that what she called as downplaying? Sending flowers, showing her poems, doing considerate little gestures and what not?

Tagging, no pressure tho: @thornypaths, @sarah-sandwich-writes, @sapphic-story and open tag.^^

also you can interact with this post, if you’d like to be a part of my tag game list.^^

#CLAUDE I HATE TO BREAK IT TO YOU BUT THAT’S NOT DOWNPLAYING #you send him flowers??? you show him your poems??? no wonder ray’s confused #others: writing #enchant 🌟

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the way i enjoy putting a certain canon blorbo through misery, sksksk. i’d say ‘he deserves better’ before i go ahead and torture him instead. 🤣🤣🤣

#jeSUS. okAy. can i just pick ray up and cradle him. give him a hug. some warm milk. my BOY. #enchant why must you hurt my son like this. he is so precious and now he is wounded. #“his shoulders dropped as he let out a ragged breath this is a very good line 10/10 would swallow #what is up w my friends and Hurting Their Characters. sob.