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chosaya · 6 months
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BEGINNERS GUIDE FOR NEW WRITERS !
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A/n: this for my beginner writers who actually want to write a piece or work for the first time!
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✰you finally want to start writing for fandoms popular or not it’s okay! write whatever YOU want to. (we don’t judge whatever work you decide to post).
✰no inspiration or fic ideas I got you babes! here here here. here. here here here you can also combine these Au’s together if you’d like to!
✰you don’t have any motivation to write or writers block for short.
Take this time to relax and think about what you want to write deeply and take your time when you do!
Light a candle, get cozy and write little reminders you’d like to add into your fic’s later on.
take a self care take for yourself, away from any devices and clear you mind.
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✰FINDING YOUR WRITING STYLE !
everyone has different writing styles ! Your writing can be different from others (ex: adding details, dialogue etc, be creative!)
✰PLAGIARISM IS A BIG NO !
plagiarism isn’t cute never was, with that being said taking people’s fic and passing it off as your own then playing the victim again isn’t cute it’s wrong. Here’s my suggestion save yourself the of the anon hate and write your own ok?. Don’t do this shit.
We do this for free as a writer myself, author can spend hours writing with or without sleep (sometimes) so don’t rush them! Be patient, authors have life outside this app.
✰COMMENTS/SUPPORTING YOUR WRITER !
your probably thinking maya was is this important? because your author needs all the lover and support they can get. it’s also because they’re a lack of “reblog’s” and “comments” these days even the small things can make your author happy!
✰MORE RECOURSES (these are some of the authors if you’re looking to write smut for you can ask them!)
@kazushawty @omgeto @hoshigray @luxesiren plus more those are the ones I can remember on the top of my head right now!💕
✰DETAILS !
You can add the smallest details in your story! that your readers with comments on, like adding descriptive, it could be body language or how the readers feels it matters! (It helps make your fic’s longer)
Adding plot twists in your story can make your reader more interested in your story and makes them want to follow and read more.
✰ thesaurus!
you can use this if your constantly using the same words over and over and want to switch up your word game!
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if you have anymore questions let me knowww!
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dalandan012 · 3 months
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You think when scott's hair is finally starting to grow out and he has to tuck it behind his ear it triggers neuron activation in wallace. Scott will be playing videogames on the tv one day and tuck his hair back, while wallace sits there across from him trying not to jump him and give in to the same urges he had during university
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dancingbirdie · 6 months
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OK. These quotes are giving me major Astarion x Tav feels and I’m posting them so they don’t become more forgotten magpie trinkets in my camera roll. They’re heavily influencing my fic ideas.
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saturnville · 3 months
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in the dirty south.
pairing: cowboy!coriolanus snow x black fem oc. warnings: old slang, sexual innuendo, flirting, sorta forbidden infatuation if you blink. shy!oc. content: while at a town fair with her family, delilah finds herself heavily infatuated with the new face in town. an: the people have spoken. cowboy!coriolanus is here. definitely called on my grandmother's southern roots for this so be prepared. I don't know who started cowboy!coriolanus, but all respect and credit to the individual who did. please let me know what y'all think of this!
tags: @snowlandsontopp @babyzzlove @hlstead @rosewine-5 @unicornqueen05 @thegabbyh @neeville @fastlikealambo @urfavesim to keep your spot on the tag list, you are expected to interact!
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Outside visiters were not a common occurance the city. The town was small and everybody knew everybody. One would be a fool to think anything that occured in their lives wouldn't be common knowledge to the inhabitants of the town. She wished she had the same type of delusion.
Once every few months, the mayor of the town found it suitable to host a fair. Something to ease the growing tensions between the families and to usher in a type of fun no one had seen since the rebellions took place.
She wouldn't say she didn't enjoy the fairs, but she knew there were other ways to spend her time aside from handing out freshly baked slices of poundcake and a cup of milk, courtesy of her mother and grandmother.
"Delilah! It's time to go, baby." Her mother's voice was rough like gravel yet soothing like silk. Everyone called her comparison foolish, as they didn't understand. But, until they felt the way her words calmed their soul like a newborn being rocked by its mother, they never would.
Delilah hollered back, "Comin', mama!" She stood in front of the mirror--dingy and stained from being passed down from her great-great-grandmother, and so short that she had to stand on her toes to see her full outfit. Her hands swiped over the fabric of her dress. It was new; her grandmother spent 3 weeks making it. A corset dress as bright as the dust that left her shoulders exposed to the kisses of the sun. She smiled at her reflection and pushed her hair away from her face. She shoved her feet into her boots and ran down the stairs.
Delilah questioned if they arrived late or if everyone else arrived early in anticipation. She bobbed and weaved through the sea of black and brown with a smile on her face. Small "pardon mes" and "excuse mes" poured from her lips like water as she attempted not to knock anyone over with her basket.
She followed her mother like a lost puppy to their assigned tent. Right next to Uncle Turner's barbeque restauraunt and the bathroom. Perfect, she said to herself. Lucille dropped the basket against the wood table and began plucking out the tablecloth and napkins.
"Lilah, I'm gon' grab some pitchers of water inside Turner's. I'll be back shortly." Mama's lips turned upward with a soft smile. Delilah nodded and continued her setting up the table.
Beads of sweat gathered at her forehead and her brown skin stung under the gaze of a burning sun. God, she hoped they wouldn't be outside for 10 hours like they were the last time. She couldn't sworn she melted like an ice cream cone within an hour.
Delilah hummed a church hymn to herself and tossed the basket behind her. She plopped down on the ragged bench and crossed her legs just as her mother taught her years ago, folded her hands over her lap, and watched as people walked passed.
People watching was one of her favorite pasttimes. To her left was a young girl riding on her wooden rocking horse, squealing with glee. To her right was a group of young boys tackling each other to the ground as their mother hollered for them to quit roughhousing. Delilah giggled.
She raised her eyes and jerked backward when she saw a group of men walking past. Four of them to be exact. Three were familiar faces: Elijah, Malachi, and Ezra. The boys whom she grew up with. They used to sleep in the same bed together when their mothers worked at the restaurant late at night. But, there was another one she'd never seen before.
He was unfamiliar. There were a few white boys sprinkled here and there, but in her town, it wasn't a frequent occurance. He seemed comfortable, too, with a boyish smirk on his face as he made the boys' head fly back with glee.
She could tell his hands were strong by the way they latched around the harness that allowed him to control the beautiful horse he rode upon. She looked around and saw other women eyeing the stranger. Who was he?
The man slid off the horse and tied the harness against a stake, and followed the men as they approached her mother's tent. His eyes were curious as they examined his surroundings. Delilah brushed the loose curls away from her face and smiled. "Hi, boys."
A series of disgruntled greetings came from them as they padded around the bench to engulf Delilah in a hug. The stranger stayed in front of her, eyes narrow.
"Where's Mama?" Elijah asked. His green eyes searched for the middle-aged woman.
"She's in Turner's getting some water. Might as well help her while you're lookin' for her," Delilah suggested with a shrug. She could feel icy eyes on her. "She'll mess around and drop them tryin' to do the most. Go catch up to her."
"Delilah," said Malachi. "This is Coriolanus. We, uh, we go back. Old friends. We're gon' help, Mama, but Lilah, don't scare him off." Delilah met his eyes. "I won't."
The boys shuffled off to the restaurant to find her mother, which left Delilah in the presence of Coriolanus. It was unique. She'd never heard anything like it. It sounded prestigious, elite.
He was handsome. Messy curls underneath his hat. Strong stature covered by a thick long-sleeve shirt and vest. Her gaze dropped to his belt. Brown with a holster that held, what she assumed was, a fully loaded pistol. And his boots, worn, dirty, and scuffed, just like hers. A country boy.
"Delilah. Nice to meet you, Mr. Coriolanus." Delilah extended her hand slowly. Coriolanus turned his head to the side. Her hands were slender and her nailbeds were painted a blood red. His tongue danced over his tooth.
"No need for that, darling. Nice to meet you," he replied, gently shaking her hand. His hand was much bigger in hers. Calloused like he wrestled animals in the wilderness. Strong like they'd hold her body upright with ease. His eye contact was strong and he could feel it melting her chocolate orbs away.
When he spoke, she noticed that his accent was nowhere as thick as her own, but a southern twang was laced in his words. Almost like he'd been taught. "Where are you from?" To keep herself from getting weak in the knees, she decided to start setting out the serving ware for the cake. Coriolanus' eyes followed her every action.
"Up north," he replied shortly. "Got in a bit of a mess. Decided to come down south for a while."
Delilah hummed and pulled the lid off the poundcake. Its glaze glistened underneath the sun. Just like her. Coriolanus chuckled to himself. "Do you like it?" She looked up at him through her eyelids.
She was so beautiful. He'd seen his fair share of pretty women since being placed in a new District. But she, Lord, this Delilah was something different. She was short in stature with strong shoulders and hips that were not well hidden beneath her dress. She had a cute smile that was covered by full, cherry colored lips. And her hair, so coily and full in a bun upon her head.
Coriolanus ran his tongue over his bottom lip and nodded. "I like it a lot."
Delilah detected the tone of his voice and fought the urge to smile. "I'm glad that's the case."
It was difficult for Delilah to keep her eyes off Coriolanus. Where he moved, her eyes followed. When he spoke to another woman and charmed her with his smile and bright eyes, she felt a twing of jealousy hit. Then, she'd call herself foolish for even being the slightest bit possessive over a man she'd only known for five hours.
She did her best to keep herself preoccupied with the poundcake in front of her. It worked for the most part, until the bench wobbled by the weight of another. Delilah turned to her left and found Coriolanus leaned against the side. "Can I join you, pretty?"
Pretty. Delilah's body warmed as she nodded. Coriolanus swung his leg over the side of the bench and took a seat. His clothed thigh brushed against her exposed once, causing her leg to jump slightly. He noticed, but chose not to say anything.
"You enjoying the fair?" Coriolanus asked.
"Yeah. It's always a fun time. Plus the food is great, too." She raised her fork that held a piece of cake on it. "Have you tried the poundcake? My mama makes the best ever."
Coriolanus shook his head. Delilah gathered a piece on the fork and held it out with the intention for him to pluck it off, but she was shocked when his full lips wrapped around the edge of the fork. His eyes were trained on hers. A gasp fell from her lips.
He hummed softly. "Delicious." He prepared to spur her on further, finding amusement in her disheveled state, but was called back by Elijah. "I'm comin'!. Save some for me later, darlin'. I'll see you later, alright?"
Delilah nodded and bit her lip. "Alright."
He threw her a wink and walked away. He was far from done with her.
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iamasaddie · 9 months
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And I can barely breathe, when you're here loving me Fire meet gasoline, burn with me tonight
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Black Artist Mood Board ✨🎨
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ethunreal · 2 years
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excuse me sir. hot dilf alert 🫠
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thisismeracing · 3 months
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HOW DID WE SLEEP ON THIS??????!!!
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fanaticsnail · 3 months
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Fic Inspo: UntitledAI's Buggy Audio
Video source: TikTok UntitledAI link here
Buggy simps and stans: stop what you're doing and listen. If you've got TikTok accounts: click the link and give the original creator some love!!
Also:
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kickis-conan-king · 4 months
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Ridiculous!!!! That in this fandom where we all agree that Lance totally loves rom coms, why do I see “when harry met sally” as the most popular head canon as his favorite one when I think OBVIOUSLY it’s “10 things I hate about you”. I mean???????? Have you SEEN Patrick Verona/Heath Ledger in that movie??? 100% Lance watched that movie and fell completely and totally in love. He probably watched that movie all the time. When he brings Keith home for the first time everyone is raising their eyebrows bc like. It’s practically one to one, Veronica thinks it’s hysterical. Lance didn’t even realize but now he can unsee it. Keith is totally that same archetype down to the knife and the weird rumors about him being a criminal. Come on guys I mean:
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You can’t tell me you don’t see this guy as being the dude that not only makes Lance realize he’s bi, but also sets up the foundation for his obsession with Keith and his deeply held belief that arguing is just a form of flirting actually.
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radiantdanvers · 5 months
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Imagine being the Genius of the Glade
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bg-brainrot · 13 days
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Some of my favorite things about Astarion in no particular order for no particular reason:
How he stabs
How excited he gets when blood and gore are involved
His quick quips
His wicked little grin
How he sneaks
How bad he is at hiding his vampirism and lying in general
How good he is at sleight of hand
How supportive he is of all of your wrongs
His hand movements when he talks
How open he is about his sexuality
Teeths
How good he looks covered in blood
How, despite 200 years of pure shit, he can overcome and break the cycle of abuse
His little pensive head tilts
How bad he is at planning
How good he is at critting
How he loves commenting on people's decor
His angry glower
His big pleading eyes
How he embroiders his clothing
How that embroidery is poetry
His little mms when he drinks your blood that first time
How, despite trying to act otherwise, he's just as much of a weirdo as everyone else in the group
Like he's just a chaotic little gremlin, truly
His content smile when he hugs
His lean in for a kiss
How, when he does dare to hope, he seems so genuinely happy
These are all things I wish I could tell him in the game, but since I can't, I write fic to tell him instead ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯
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thiamsxbitch · 7 months
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just thiam being boyfriends :)
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moodboard: liam x theo (thiam)
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gifsbysimplysonia · 1 month
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I release you
Jacob (Hayden Christensen) - Outcast
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saturnville · 4 months
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kiss me and go.
pairing: young!coriolanus snow x black!fem!reader content: an intimate morning between coriolanus and linnea. warning: fluuuuffff. an: idk I know he’s a pos but I like fluff so. and yes, linnea is Black. interactions are greatly appreciated 🤍
“Coriolanus…”
Love was unfamiliar. Kindness and surface-level adoration, sure, but love? What a foreign concept.
He hardly imagined what it felt like. On the rare occasion he that he did, he imagined his intestines twisting uncomfortably as an egregious amount of butterflies broke free from their internal habitat. A sensation that was borderline nauseating. It seemed to be much different than he imagined, however.
Love was an unfamiliar concept, but he’d grown to welcome what it offered. Security, growth, gentleness, comfort. At one point in time, he could hardly define comfort. If it meant residing in a home with peeling paint, rusted sink handles, and walls with circular cut-outs, then sure, he knew comfort. But, soon, his definition changed, and it became a simple word—Linnea.
She, in all her wonder, was comfort. He found it in the depths of her brown eyes, hypnotic and tantalizing. In her mahogany skin, so soft, delicate, and luscious. What he would give to trace every inch of it with his lips and savor the taste for a lifetime. And her smile, a wide and dimpled grin that blinded him the first time he saw it. How gorgeous a woman could be, he never understood.
Comfort was the warmth that radiated from her body as she held him nearer. The evening had long gone and the sun prepared to make its grand entrance. Their bodies were twisted and tied together for majority of the night, dancing underneath the spotlight of a full moon. Now, they laid still, the sound of their breaths echoing throughout the quaint room.
He laid between her bare thighs, his the tips of his slender fingers caressing them gently. They traced the scars from rough horseplay as a child and were tickled by the stubble of a week old shave. He was relaxed as he rubbed along her body, and felt her fingers massage his scalp.
“Coriolanus,” she repeated. Her voice was different from those of the women in the Capital—higher in pitch, nasally, and congested with arrogance. Hers was gritty, deep, and distinct. It scratched an itch deep in his brain that he failed to recognize existed until she appeared.
“Yes?” he answered lowly. He raised his chin to meet her eyes. They were covered by her low eyelids.
“You’ve got to go before the sun comes up.” Forbidden love affairs were outplayed, so she thought. Until she realized the position they were in—a Capitol born boy in kahoots with a District girl who made it to the Capitol through intelligence and newfound wealth through her father’s marriage. She refused to have her time be made harder because she couldn’t resist the charming Coriolanus Snow.
Coriolanus grunted softly as he tapped her leg gently. Her thighs fell open just slightly, and he used the opportunity to pivot and crawl over her body. Her bare thighs grazed against his waist as they took their rightful place.
Coriolanus took her chin between his fingers and titled her chin upward. Linnea’s eyes fluttered and her lips parted as she awaited his mouth on hers. She whispered, “Kiss me and go…tonight will be here before you know it.”
He smiled softly and massaged her lip with his thumb. He prodded the entrance until her lips parted and enclosed around his thumb. Coriolanus hummed and brought his face to hers. She whimpered softly when their lips collided and his chest pressed against hers. “I’ll see you tonight, okay?”
Coriolanus pulled away from her and pecked her cheek softly. He slid out of the bed and began pulling his clothes over his long limbs. One more time, their lips collided. “Okay?”
Linnea nodded and smiled bashfully. “Okay.”
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february writing challenge ‧₊˚✧
some romance-themed prompts for the month of love 💞
i. first date
ii. perfume
iii. slow dance
iv. hey jealousy - gin blossoms
v. look, don't touch
vi. "you're so pretty"
vii. a crumpled up letter
viii. a sharp chest pain
ix. kissing games
x. secrets
xi. best friend
xii. a kiss on the cheek
xiii. "i forgot how much i needed this"
xiv. valentine
xv. pick-up lines
xvi. whisper
xvii. "spell it out for me"
xviii. five more minutes
xix. the hardest part
xx. apricity
xxi. from where you are - lifehouse
xxii. a dying fire
xxiii. eurydice
xxiv. a handmade gift
xxv. "i've never seen you that angry before"
xxvi. kalopsia
xxvii. what doesn't kill me makes me want you more
xxviii. promposal
xxix. "close your eyes"
┈ bonus ʚ♡ɞ ‧₊
xxx. a pitch black room
xxxi. a single touch
xxxii. "so good"
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