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NEED HELP WRITING? (a masterlist)

I have likely not added many that I've reblogged to this list. Please feel free to roam my blog and/or ask/message me to add something you'd like to see on this list!

Synonym Lists

Look by @writers-potion

Descriptors

Voices by @saraswritingtipps

Show, Don't Tell by @lyralit

Tips & Tricks

5 Tips for Creating Intimidating Antagonists by @writingwithfolklore

How To (Realistically) Make a Habit of Writing by @byoldervine

Let's Talk About Misdirection by @deception-united

Tips to Improve Character Voice by @tanaor

Stephen King's Top 20 Rules for Writers posted by @toocoolformedschool

Fun Things to Add to a Fight Scene (Hand to Hand Edition) by @illarian-rambling

Questions I Ask My Beta Readers by @burntoutdaydreamer

Skip Google for Research by @s-n-arly

Breaking Writing Rules Right: Don't Write Direct Dialogue by @septemberercfawkes

Databases/Resources

International Clothing

Advice/Uplifting

Too Ashamed of Writing To Write by @writingquestionsanswered

"Said" is Beautiful by @blue-eyed-author

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By LabradoriteKing on Pinterest

#neat

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What do you think of the nickname vs. species name debate?? (i.e. calling a bulbasaur “Bulbasaur” vs. “Rosebud” or something)

like i don't think its EVIL to not nickname your pokémon. maybe they'll be released soon or they're a foster or some other reason. but whenever i hear someone call Their Own Pokémon by species it makes me feel like they just forgot their bff's name

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#dinosaurs #places i want to see #my brothers

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can i come over and implant false memories of us being childhood friends?

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the purest form of serotonin is when a cat looks at u and u go like “what?” and it meows at u

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Letters from Kids to God

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unsung benefit i think a lot of ppl are sleeping on with using the public library is that i think its a great replacement for the dopamine hit some ppl get from online shopping. it kind of fills that niche of reserving something that you then get to anticipate the arrival of and enjoy when it arrives, but without like, the waste and the money.

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Dr. Eggman is literally richer than elon musk

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A snippet of episode 3 of The Witch of Thunder Junction. Updates will be slower now because there's other stuff I want to do with it besides fic, but I like this scene a lot and wanted to share in the meantime.

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Where are we going exactly? 

Truth be told, Rowan actually didn’t care all that much. It wasn’t like she had a particular destination in mind. The ride so far had been a surprisingly silent one, and Oko’s gait was much smoother than the horses she was used to. Combined with the comfortable saddle and the encroaching heat of a rising day, she was beginning to doze off. 

She didn’t want to dream. Not right now. So she asked simply to strike up conversation and keep her awake.

Barker’s Point, Oko responded in her mind like a soft summer breeze. He had been loath to admit that his telepathic abilities were meager at best, but it allowed them to communicate when he took the shape of something incapable of speech.

There’s a train station there. We can take it to Prosperity, and then onwards to Rustwood. A much more comfortable way to travel. Have you ever traveled by train before, Princess? It’s quite fun. 

Is Rustwood where you’re staying? Rowan didn’t have the energy to speak. She had drank so much water, but her mouth still felt dry. 

Yes. I have some business out there. It’s the reason I came to Thunder Junction in the first place. A most fortuitous twist of fate you arrived when you did. I think you would be a great help.  

Rowan went quiet. She very much doubted she would be helpful in whatever bullshit he was up to. There was a lot she needed to discuss with Oko, about what happened back then and what’s happening now… but not yet. Later. Much later. There was still so much that had nothing to do with Oko that she was trying to recover from. 

A soft nudge in the back of her mind. I’m surprised you’re not bombarding me with questions, Princess. You were so much more adorably talkative when we first met. 

Somehow, she resisted the urge to give the elk’s side a sharp kick. Even though she didn’t care not one bit about what he had thought of her back then when she was so stupidly childish, it didn’t mean she wanted to be reminded of it. Fine. She would play along for now. I do have one question. 

The elk’s ears turned back toward her, even though she wasn’t speaking out loud. 

Do you just let anyone ride you? Honestly, Rowan had been surprised Oko chose this method of travel– 

Oh, my, Princess! So bold! The soft chuckle hummed through her whole body. His tone mocked her with a sweetness. A gentleman never tells. Surely, you must know that. 

It took a full minute, and then Rowan’s face exploded hot, her hair rising with uncontrollable static. “Tha-that’s not – YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT I MEANT!” she shrieked, and her voice cracked in the most humiliating way as Oko’s laughter echoed in her head. 

Still an innocent, I see. But to answer your question, no. You, Rowan Kenrith, have had the sole privilege of, hmmm, mounting me, for lack of a better term.

Rowan was still steaming. Lack of a better term, her ass. He was doing this on purpose. Bully.

And I know what you’re going to ask next, Oko continued. Barker’s Point is several hours away on foot. It’s much faster to carry you. 

You are a shapeshifter, so couldn’t we fly there? 

The elk jerked its head in a gesture that seemed like a shrug. We could. But there’s no cloud covering. The skies of Thunder Junction, you will learn very quickly, Princess, are more dangerous than the ground, and flight is actually much more inconvenient than not. Scorpion dragons and the long reaching jaws of rattlewurms aside, there’s the direct sunlight to contend with. You’d boil alive up there. We need to stay in the shadows. 

And here Rowan thought navigating the Wilds was rough going. 

Why me? 

She sent the question before it barely manifested as a mere thought. 

I think the better question would be: why not you, Princess? This is all new to me as well. I’m not in the habit of establishing Fae Pacts with mortals. It’s a terrible inconvenience for me. 

Then why–?

I didn’t choose this, Rowan. 

The elk slowed to a walk as Oko carefully picked his way through loose rock. Even in her mind, his tone was sharp. Tension pushed against her. Then as quickly as it came, it faded. 

I’ve made bargains. Plenty of them. Most in my favor, of course. The Fae Pact… that’s much different. It’s not something that can manifest at one’s will. It only appears when a fae’s life has been spared from certain death. Which I’m sure you can guess how often that happens. It’s the highest boon that can be granted to a mortal for selflessly doing the ultimate favor. You should be honored. 

Funny, because Rowan felt like she’d rather not have it at all. It didn’t sit right with her. “I didn’t save you,” she whispered, the same words she said to him on that day, too. 

And yet, I am still alive. 

The elk gracefully leapt down one boulder, two, and then back into the shadow of the cliff on a smooth dirt road. Rowan could see rooftops in the distance. 

Don’t beat yourself up over it, Princess. It is what it is. Besides, I’m quite fond of you. So I don’t mind. 

The tips of Rowan’s ears burned. Shut up. Don’t lie to me. 

Oko’s responding chuckle rolled over her like a shivering purr.  You know I can’t lie.

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"womanizer" is one of those words that should mean something other than what it does.

example "i'm a womanizer. i see a guy and i womanize him."

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"I'm not nearly as bothered by being outnumbered as I am by their foul stench."

“Well, I can help you with both!”

Upon hearing the booming yet cheerful voice, the two palace guards paused their defense of the gates. Meanwhile, opposite them, the attacking orcs and goblins were less concerned with the humans’ apparent backup, than with taking offense to their offhanded remark.

“Hey, pal!” spat the orcish captain at the head of the loose formation. “Why don’t you try marching the ten miles from camp to here in full gear, then fighting, all while smelling like daisies!”

“Fair…enough…Ah, Modoc!” One of the guards nodded awkwardly, before quickly turning away to greet the approaching loxodon behind her.

“Hey, you two! Got some polearms here for you! Like I said, should help on both accounts you just mentioned.”

Though the attackers again bristled at the mention of odor, albeit indirect, they begrudgingly nodded to Modoc in greeting. Surprisingly, they also waited and allowed him to arm both humans with more suitable weapons.

“Hey, Modoc,” grumbled the leading orc. “We’d be honored to fight against you. Unlike some people, you’ve got some respect.” While saying this, he glared once more at the humans.

“Now, now, we all know how tempers can flare in the heat of battle.”

“Yeah, I guess- Look, are we fighting here or not?”

Modoc looked over his shoulder at the humans. They readied their pikes, and he did the same.

“Looks like it!”

“Finally.” The orc shook his head before gesturing to his forces to continue their charge.

[Is there an in-universe parallel for magic’s turn system? Probably not, but I am curious.]

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Sorry I have a fever

I love them