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so a while back @hiraya-rawr made a post about fanfics that she liked and i was on it with you
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i just wanted to say one of my first thoughts was like "I WAS PUT ON THE SAME LIST AS HAZEL WHAT THE" i really admire your work that's all
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EYYYY -- and what an incredible list to be on too!!! every time someone makes an author list they love I get to see and cheer for the incredible authors who work hard to put a smile on peoples faces :D 
I’m so glad we could be recognized together, and I’m more excited that you were able to feel pride in the work you do!! thank you for being on this platform with me and for sharing your stories with people who value them <3
(here’s to many more shoutouts!! hehe) 
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arimeghlen · 1 year
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While I Was Away
While I Was Away
This is just a nice quick post for December where I share the Podcast Guest Episodes that went live during my hiatus, along with a shoutout to several author friends and their books that were released while I was offline chilling.  I always believe it’s important to support each other, the writing life is hard enough so showcasing each other’s work is a good way to spread the love! (more…)
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azriaann · 3 days
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them dancing is my favourite thing ever i think!🥹
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reallybadblackoutpoems · 10 months
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kit: story collection (2008) - valerie tripp
“happy birthday gay people!”
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catilinas · 11 months
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thinking about her <3 (the wreck of the s.s. richard montgomery)
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evanescsent · 6 months
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I love you *boring* characters. I love you feminine characters. I love you soft, kind characters. I love you sensitive characters. I love you calm and peaceful characters. I love you characters that decide not to fight or raise a sword, but fight in other ways. I love you characters that are not badasses that kich first and ask names later. I love you characters who decide to stay on the sidelines because they feel more comfortable. I love you characters that avoid any kind of conflict or argument. I love you characters that are more brains than violence. I love you characters that love gardening and cooking and other peaceful things. I love you characters that love fashion and high heels and bags and makeup and all that jazz. I love you characters that see the beauty of things and prefer the simpleness of life. I love you characters that are dealing with traumatic experiences and growing slowly. I love you characters that don't *do anything*. I love you.
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greenerteacups · 2 months
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Hi! I am an ardent fan of your writing, and I hope to be as sorted and planned as you some day in my own writing journey.
My question is: you have a keen eye when it comes to planning character personality, dynamics, and such. I've also been wading through your ask replies, and your insights into how you write people and how you make them play off of each other is so wonderful to read. If it's not too personal a q, how did you learn how to write like this? Did you go to school for writing, does it come from years of observing people, do you have reading list recs for "how to write real people and real interactions"?
Thanks! This is a really flattering question. I'll try to answer it honestly, because I wish someone had been brutally honest about this with me when I was a young writer.
I didn't go to school for writing. I started doing it when I was about nine years old. It sucked very badly. I kept writing throughout high school, and it still mostly sucked, but some of it was occasionally interesting. ("Interesting" here does not mean "good," by the way.) I took a break in college, and then came back. I've been writing ever since. Sometimes, I feel good about it. A lot of the time, I don't!
I hate giving this advice, because I remember how it feels to get it, and it's the most uninspiring, boring-ass, dog shit advice you can get, but it's also the only advice that is 100% unequivocally true: you have to write, and specifically, you have to write things that suck.
I do not mean that you should make things that suck on purpose. I mean that you have to sit down and try your absolute hardest to make something good. You have to put in the hours, the elbow grease, the blood, sweat, and tears, and then you have to read it over and accept that it just totally sucks. There is no way around this, and you should be wary of people who tell you there is. There is no trick, no rule, no book you can buy or article you can read, that will make your writing not suck. The best someone else can do is tell you what good writing looks like, and chances are, you knew that anyway — after all, you love to read. You wouldn't be trying to do this if you didn't. And anyone who says they can teach you to write so good it doesn't suck at first is either lying to you, or they have forgotten how they learned to write in the first place.
So the trick is to sit there in the miserable doldrums of Suck, write a ton, and learn to like it. Because this is the phase of your path as an artist when you find what it is you love about writing, and it cannot be the chance to make "good writing." This will be the thing that bears you through and compels you to keep going when your writing is shit, i.e., the very thing that makes you a writer in the first place. So find that, and you've got a good start.
Some people know this, but assume that perseverance as a writer is about trying to get to the point where you don't suck anymore. This is not true, and it is an actively dangerous lie to tell young writers. You are not aiming to feel like your writing doesn't suck. You are aiming to write. You are aiming to have written. Everything else is dust and rust. And of course, you'll find things you like about your pieces, you'll find things you're proud of, you'll learn to love the things you've made. But that little itch of self-criticism, in the back of your brain — the one that cringes when you read a clunky line, or thinks of a better character beat right after it's far too late to change — that's never going away. That's the Writer part of you. Read Kafka, read Dickens, read Tolstoy, you will find diary entries where they lament how absolutely fucking atrocious their writing was, and how angry they are that they can't do better. A good writer hates their sentences because they can always imagine better ones. And the ability to imagine a better sentence is what's going to make you pick up the pen again tomorrow. And the day after that. And the day after that.
Which is what I mean, and probably what all those other annoying, preachy advice-givers mean, when we say: a good writer is just someone who writes every day. It's that easy, and that hard.
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scarletevening · 8 months
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boiling blood makes caramel [ miguel o’hara ]
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shoutout to the poll voters, this is for you babes
cw: suggestive, angry/stressed miguel, gn!reader is also his fiancée, slight gore [ blood, but sexy, yk? ], foul language
Never did Miguel come home so restless, so pissed he felt like he could snap a man [ a very specific mans ] spine. It wasn’t a side that he wanted to show his cute little fiancée, the adorable figure that made that anger turn into a different kind of passion. And who was he to resist when you had your back turned to him, hair pulled away, revealing your adorable nape, smooth, supple, and so delectable? His steps were quiet, trying not to disturb your peaceful figure as you carefully mixed your afternoon coffee, humming that cute little tune with your cute little voice. 
God, you had him fucking addicted to you, and you didn’t even know it.
You lazily spun you spoon in your mug, thoughts scattered, but always drawing back to one topic, “Miguel...” You whisper mindlessly, oblivious to devil behind you back you just frightened. 
“You must love to speak of the devil,“ His voice ranging in your head as his tongue traced your earlobe, his coy tone making you weaken to his presence.  His arms tightly wrapping around you waist, giving you no escape, not that you particularly wanted one. 
“Miguel!“ You whisper in surprise, stammering to find something to say. He smirks, hands delicately tracing your figure as if they don’t already have it memorized. He lets his lips curl into a sly smile against your supple flesh, his tongue still tracing the folds of your ear, slowly dragging down your neck. He hums, enjoying the way you tremble, your body unable to expect his next move. 
His hands teasingly slipped under your loose top, rather his, gently caressing your warm skin, putting no effort into preventing his sharpened claws from leaving such a provocative trail, your body rising with goosebumps, the familiar feeling of boiling blood running up your spine, filling your pretty little head with lust. And as his hands rose, the intoxication of desire became unbearable, in combination to the way his fingers flicked, twisted, and pulled your blushing nipples, teasing your skin as his tongue swirled circles, his lips following suit in sharp kisses.
“Ai, lo siento, Cariño,“ Miguel’s voice turns into white noise to your depraved mind, forgetting the coffee that warmed your shaking palms, all to let out lewd noises at the numbing sensation of his fangs, gently sinking into your neck. 
He savors your blood, letting the ruby fluid turn to caramel on his tongue, his teeth providing salacious holes on your neck, an open feed for his greedy lips, his carnal desire to devour you overtaking his rationality. 
His voice was muffled, his erotic whispers melting into moans at the taste of your hot blood. His arms firmly held you weakening body against his, feeling as your body surrendering to his gentle venom. Miguel’s yearning was more than tangible, his sultry voice echoing in your adorably delirious head,
“¿Demasiado, Paloma?”
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this was so hard to type w/o my index finger omg, i cut that hoe open n this is my punishment, but anything for miggy ❤︎❤︎
translation
1. Ah, I’m sorry, Sweetheart, 2. Too much, Dove?
also r.i.p to native speakers have mercy on my ass spanish.
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freetheworms · 8 months
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[ominous zoom in on my WIP folder]
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boltlightning · 3 months
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i get recommended a distressing amount of ai art on instagram, specifically for those romance fantasy books that has the internet all athrall (a.cotar, f.outh wing, etc). and these are like...popular accounts, who do a lot of images of the main characters just...standing there looking beautiful.
it bothers me on the base level that ai art always bothers me, but i couldn't put a finger on why this, specifically, both bothered me and seemed absolutely natural. if we take it one step further: it is just another mark that these series are all about aesthetic over substance. i knew nothing about the plot of f.ourth wing going into it, all i knew was the aesthetic (girl with ombré hair, black dragon and gold dragon) and that it was about a war academy. the plot, the driving force, none of it matters — all you need to know is it's a fantasy world and there's hot people having sex. and we're going to build a culture around it that is driven just as much by shallow aesthetics as the books themselves.
not everything needs to be deep, of course not. but i cannot help but feel upset at the lack of creativity in a genre defined by its creativity
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someonetooksendnoodles · 10 months
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formal announcement: tanthamore has once again made me believe in love again
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guzhufuren · 2 years
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KinnPorsche + text posts  (pt.6/6) 
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ao3screenshotss · 1 year
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azriaann · 28 days
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had to put them into my favourite trope😋!
nalu brain rot goes crazy rn…
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nateconnolly · 10 months
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The gods are not aware of us. That’s what I like most about Aristotle’s cosmology. The gods are perfect, and therefore they only think about perfect things (themselves). We are imperfect, therefore we are not worth thinking about. They don’t know that they caused us. 
You’re probably more familiar with the Olympians—figures like Zeus, Athena, and Poseidon, the sort of Greek gods that appear in Percy Jackson or Disney’s Hercules. Those gods are deeply invested in human affairs. Homer portrays the gods sponsoring armies, and making alliances with humans. Aeschylus has Athena begin democracy. They have children with us, they accept offerings from us, they even lash out at us in judgment. But Ancient Greece was a huge civilization that lasted an incredibly long time. Sometimes they disagreed with each other.
For Aristotle, praying to the gods can’t ensure a good harvest or military success. It can’t even get their attention. We are able to relate to the gods, but it is a completely one-sided relationship. If your motivation for practicing religion is purely transactional, then there is no reason to care about these solipsistic prime movers. But for Aristotle, the gods can help us achieve virtue. 
We can imitate them. We will never win their favor, we will never have their love, but we can follow their example. Although we will never be perfect, we can observe perfection and try to learn from it. We can be a little better than we are today. Perhaps that is enough. 
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sammy8d257 · 8 months
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Y'all I look away for 2 days and I come back and everything's on fire
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Are you guys okay??
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