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writers and artists will go "this isn't good enough." my brother in christ, you're creating something new out of nothing and expressing yourself creatively. your productivity and unrealistic standards of perfection do not define you or the worth of your art. you're doing great.

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new heights

for @flashfictionfridayofficial #FFF249 - Open Your Eyes

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"Open your eyes, Lucy," he said. 

She squeezed them tighter and then opened them wide, scanning the rooftop around her with trepidation. She sat there, knees bent, feet pressing into the roof and fingertips curling around the edges of shingles. A light breeze brushed over them and she jumped, wincing her eyes shut again, but when they didn't fall, she blinked her eyes back open.  

Lockwood watched in wonder as the tension ebbed out of Lucy's frame, her shoulders relaxing as she got comfortable on her perch. The breeze had swirled her hair around her face, and some strands were blocking his view of her big, brown eyes. He wanted to reach forward to brush them out of her face, but he didn’t dare disturb her careful peace.  

"This is . . . nice," Lucy finally said. 

"You hate it, actually," Lockwood pointed out. 

"You're right, I do," Lucy sighed. "But . . . the view is nice. And it's quiet. I guess . . . I guess I see why you come out here." 

Lockwood hummed and turned to face out from the house once again. The view was great—the sun was setting now, casting the buildings into that ashen purple color you only ever see at twilight. The darkest shadows on the street were just dim enough that he could see some various death glows—really just vague smudges from this height— fade into view. 

They soaked in the a companionable silence for a few more minutes before Lockwood turned back to Lucy. "We should head in. George's probably got dinner ready." He stood and offered a hand to her. 

Lucy gave him a shaky smile. "I'll crawl back in, thanks." 

#flash fiction friday #fff249 #lockwood and co #locklyle #lockwood and co fanfiction #this is actually the same setting that i used for fff240-- which you can find on my blog tagged as such if youre curious

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This color is warm and rich, like falling into a bath of velvet liquid. It inhales death and exhales life, found in states of nature. I watch as people fill their homes with a rainbow of hues of this color, but turn their nose up at the name of the color. It tastes like the bit of earth clinging to the skin of a potato and slides down my tongue like hot chocolate.

This color is brown.

describe your favorite color in as much detail and verbiage as possible

#i dont have a favorite color but chose brown bc of how neglected it is #halfassed writing attempt here from me but not half bad

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uhh, here's some shameless promo for my dreamwidth account, where i just wrote a post about handling perfectionism (especially in writing and crafts)!

#status: 302 #dreamwidth #idk how im supposed to promo this shit. but idk if people know im on dreamwidth and that im not really posting everything over to tumblr #i should probably update my pinned posts / bios at some point huh? #thats a summer project

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one of the best fics i've ever read, one that had me addicted to my phone and crying, wasn't even prose. it was a huge, casual, bullet-pointed outline with every detail of an au that the author never got around to writing in full. and it was amazing.

let this be a message to all you who want to write but can't do it "normally": write it! someone out there will eat it up. whether that be poetry, tiny drabbles, or bullet pointed list: your work is always worth it. your art (yes, art!) will alway deserve to have its moment in the spotlight. why? because you made it. even if it wasn't done in a traditional matter, it came from your brain and your creativity and that is amazing.

♡

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Sorry for being such a slow writer, it's because I [remembers that self-deprecating jokes are harmful to my mental health and make everyone else uncomfortable] was attacked by dark spirits and washed up on the shore of a mysterious island with no recollection of who I was

#my friend when she witnessed me profusely bleeding in a cafe and got a story idea out of it #like: glad i could help bestie. i understand the creative process because i too am a writer. but i am a health hazard right now

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mending

For @flashfictionfridayofficial #FFF246 - Pinprick

551 words

"Great work with that Limbless earlier," Lucy said. He had just hung up her coat and was she in the process of kicking off her shoes when she turned around to face him. When her eyes caught on his shoulder, she frowned. 

Lockwood's work against the limbless had been good, if he said so himself, but the vigorous rapier movements that had been required to keep it away from Lucy while she burned the source had led to him tearing his jacket. It had ripped right on the seam that attached the sleeve to the body. "Oh, that," he said with a forced chuckle. "Guess I need a new one." He was proud of himself for not letting his voice catch on 'new'— he'd had the garment for several years and had grown quite attached to it. Sure, it had its share of esctoplasm burns, but it had held up well in spite of the nature of his work. 

Lucy had been examining the seam—holding Lockwood still with a hand on his bicep—but at that she jerked her chin back and met his eyes. "New one?" she said, incredulous. "You could just mend it." At his own bewildered look, she amended, "I could mend it." 

"Really?" Lockwood blinked at her. 

"Yeah," she said. "'s no problem. Let me see it." Lucy moved the hand on his arm up to his collar and slid around behind him to help the jacket off, just the way he had done for her many times before. "Do you have a sewing kit?" 

"Uh . . ." 

Lucy shook her head. "It's fine. I think Holly left one downstairs." She rushed off towards the basement, calling back over her shoulder, "Put the kettle on, would you?" 

By the time their tea was ready, she was already curled up in her spot in the sitting room and pinning the seam together with great concentration. He set her milky-brown tea on the end table beside her and sat in his armchair, perched forward to watch her work as he sipped at his own drink. 

Lockwood liked watching Lucy when she was concentrated on something. He didn't get to during their cases, what with the ever-present danger that demanded his attention, but sometimes he was able to sneak glances when she trained with the rapier dummies or was reading up for a case. This time, Lockwood watched with rapt attention, unable to tear his eyes away. Lucy's hair was drying from the evening drizzle into soft waves that framed her face. Her nose was scrunched as she threaded the needle. Her face softened again when she got it through and was able to start plunging the needle into the fabric.  

A few moments into her sewing, Lucy jerked back and muttered, "ow!" She ripped her second hand away from the garment and shook the fingers out. 

"Luce?" Lockwood had stood at her sudden outburst, nearly sloshing his tea over the side of his cup in his haste.  

"I'm fine," she said, examining her finger with the same intensity she had the torn seam. 

"Do you need a bandage?" 

Lucy shook her head and held up the finger for him to see. "Nope; it's just a pinprick. It's not even bleeding." 

Lockwood sighed with relief and relaxed back into his chair. 

#lockwood and co #locklyle #flash fiction friday #fff246 #not exactly a complete scene but i think its a good start for one

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You gotta write for funsies sometimes. Everything doesn’t have to be groundbreaking. Like. Who cares if it’s a little silly it is made out of love

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

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this is a PSA to writers, not just tf ones:

please PLEASE do not overwrite accents. if you’re trying to convey one, add things here or there, drop the g in -ing, say “ya” or “‘a” instead of “of”, but I am BEGGING you to leave it at that. I read a fic with a character’s dialogue that was so over-accented it was unintelligible. It wasn’t even English anymore. I genuinely could not understand a single word they said. Remember. We are not hearing them speak. We cannot ask them to repeat themselves more coherently. Write for the reader

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Psst hey!! Over here!

Fic writers and original story writers are the same!

Writing fanfics doesn't make you any less of a writer!

Yall are just gatekeepers. Stop being assholes. There's room for everyone!

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