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atelierwriting · 4 years
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eight random writing tips
--or things that i’ve found work for me. disclaimer: these may not work for you. take these as only suggestions.
don’t let yourself hit backspace. even though you might think what you just wrote is complete trash, it’s still something you wrote. you never know how helpful it might just be - maybe it’ll further your story, maybe it’s some character building tidbit, or maybe it’s just pointless fluff. whatever it is, you can save hitting backspace for editing.
if you can write using background music, write to your favorite movie soundtrack! or, use one of the million bgm music videos on youtube. personally, i like to write to “in love with a ghost,” “biosphere,” or “snail’s house” since they have some really calming songs. that, or the stardew valley ost! it might help you tune out everything going on around you.
try writing in a new place. the feeling of novelty might help refresh your mind. maybe it’s just another place in your room, or another table at the coffee shop you always go to. who knows?
don’t forget to take a break. burnout can creep on you and take as long as a year to get out of. things to do on a break: listen to music, go for a walk, play video game, or literally anything else!
rotate wips! of course, this depends on whether or not you want to have multiple wips. i’ve found that by rotating wips, i’m able to avoid straight burnout and keep writing, although with a different story in mind. it gives me a break from what i was focusing on, but also doesn’t let me forget how to string words together in nice sentences.
set small goals for yourself. whenever i hit a slump, or get burned out, i tell myself i’ll write 100 words and then go play a little bit of a video game or read a book. of course, that means i usually end up writing less than i wanted to, but it’s progress towards the goal of climbing out of the slump. usually, i up the amount of words as i grow more comfortable with writing again. i go from 100 words to 150, to 300, and so on.
talk to someone about your wip! i ramble to some of my friends about it and it helps me figure things out. sometimes, i fix a plot hole. other times, i figure out what to do with a character or where i should go next. they can give you some really great input, or just help you along the way.
you don’t need to actually write out the part that you’re stuck on. use placeholders! every time i feel stuck, usually i just put a [summary of what is supposed to happen, or what features of the scene i know i want to include] before moving on. it tells me that, when i’m editing, that i need to go back and fill this out. it stops me from burning out as quickly, or losing my momentum.
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happyorogeny · 4 years
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WIP Intro: Faehunter
Genre: Fantasy, adventure with mild horror, romance and LGBTQ+ themes.
POV: Third person limited.
Status: Undergoing Content and Line edits, ~70,000 words.
Themes: Living forests and ancient powers, reluctant-allies-to-enthusiastic-lovers, mountains, beginning to find a family but not quite there yet, reincarnation, monsters and folklore, guilt, friendship is magic, small rural towns, old magic, the power of love, old gods, unquestioned authority corrupts, balancing the old and the new, the Otherworld. 
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Characters:
Lai, the Feyling:
Light-hearted and free-spirited, Lai spends her days befriending the animals of the forest and chasing bandits away from hapless travelers. Though she only came to this world on midwinters eve, she feels like she’s lived here forever. With little memory of the otherworld, Lai is content to marvel at the beauty of the forest, brew beer in her meadow and find lost children in exchange for companionship and the occasional slice of honeycomb.
Vier, The Beasthunter
Orphaned at a young age in a monster attack, Vier was taken to the beasthunter academy and reared in the care of the Church. Wielding a sharp sword and a sharper tongue, she has made herself a family among the hunters. But her mind is cursed with curiosity, questions and doubts as to certain doctrines. Meeting Lai only makes her wonder more, for the beast lives in harmony and balance with the local community.
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Synopsis:
The beasthunter Vier finds herself in the mountains, tasked with slaying a feyling. Lai walks the living wood with a crown of flowers and a sword of amber, unafraid and beloved of the local villages. But the nature of the beast is irrelevant. Creatures such as this corrupt and devour mortal souls. They must be destroyed.
A greater problem looms: a Gauntwolf, a monstrous manifestation of hunger and rot. Neither of them can kill the beast alone. Though it goes against everything Vier was ever taught, they strike a deal to hunt the monster together.
But the longer Vier stays, the more complicated the situation becomes. Lai’s very existence challenges much of what she thought to be true. To kill her seems wrong. Images of her adorn every local shrine. She can resist the rot of the gauntwolf. What exactly is she? And how can a monster and a hunter ever trust one another?
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sleepyowlwrites · 4 years
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dialogue tags I love: an evolving list
Chirped - their voice is high, cheerful, energetic, sweet, you likely want to pinch their cheeks
With feeling - that feeling isn’t named, but given the context of the conversation, you don’t need specifics, this person is feeling multiple things and you can hear the multitude in their voice
Blinked - people blink all the time, but you just know this one was caused by being taken aback and those eyelids are heavy with words all by themselves
Indignant - not just annoyed, not just upset, not just “with feeling”, the person is offended and retaliating on behalf of their own pride or another’s and it is likely adorable
Fondly - affectionately, but with nostalgia and a little bit of an ache present, this is exactly what you’d expect from them and you can’t help loving them for it
Blandly - there’s inflection here, but it’s so slight and almost calculated in how slight it is that the only intention can be that they’re trying to make oatmeal but with words
Far too cheerfully - because they have no business being so, not when you’re suffering, and even if they aren’t grinning hard enough to split their face open, that’s okay, you’ll do it for them, the bastard
Deadpanned - a classic, a novelty, too spicy to be bland but with somehow less inflection, it’s weird but you know exactly what they mean
Stopped - you know, in the middle of a thought, sometimes because they’re figuring out what they want to say, but often just because they’re a little bit incredulous over whatever the heck you’ve just done and maybe there are no words to be said
Mildly - like, they definitely could be responding in a more fervent way, but they’re just kinda chill and it does nothing to defuse your temper
Groused - like grumbled, but instead of “grumpy mumbled” it’s the whole demeanor and not just indecipherable curses under their breath
Breathed - because you didn’t want to write gasped, because that sounds stupid, but the character is suddenly short of breath for any number of reasons and the words are coming out like mist on a summer morning, there but hard to see
Interrupted - because it’s dumb, like, if one character was talking and then another one starts talking, clearly they’re interrupting - a more appropriate use is when character A wasn’t saying anything and character B is interrupting the moment or activity, making this word choice possible
Faltered - you can’t hear that a character’s voice is becoming unsteady or trailing off unless you’re told and any of the previous three examples are preferable to ellipses (see post)
Desperately - when their shoulders are hunched over and their eyes are too wide, there are tears clinging to the back of their throat just waiting to make an appearance
Steadily - like, this is a time to panic, or panicking would make sense, but we’re not going to panic because we need to stay focused, and our voice is not going to waver or give anything away, nope
Whispered - because “said softly” is not the same, “breathed out” is not the same, “mumbled” is not the same, a whisper is a whisper, that’s what it is, okay?
Firmly - not sternly, just also not budging on its stance
Protested - maybe you conveyed the protesting in the words you just said, but when you also say the word it edges them properly, and you really know that sentence started with a “but” even if it didn’t
Flatly - not the same as blandly, which is without inflection to a neutral extent, but flatly, which is without inflection but in an arrow-shaped way, like, we’re not rolling down a hill, just over to your feet and staring at you
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violetcancerian · 4 years
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WIP INTRODUCTION
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The Dragon and the Herald by J. A. García and A. M. Wright © 
Genre: Arthurian Retelling, high fantasy
Elements: Magic, fae, war, LGBTQA+ and POC characters
Status: Editing
Summary: 
The legend always said that the dragon would bring peace. That had been a lie. It was obvious to those in the borderlands, for they had to deal with the countless raids, the death, the stealing of sons and daughters by the White Lady. No one had ever seen her but every mother spoke in hushed tones to their swaddling children, not to speak out, not to draw any attention to themselves lest they be caught in the witch's icy grip. 
A band of rogue warriors and unlikely heroes join the fray to stop the White Lady from unleashing her full power, unaware that soon their fates will be entwined and set in the big scheme of pulling Britain out of a darkness that will go beyond legend.
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ultracrepidzine · 4 years
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— who are we? 
welcome to ultracrepidzine! a title based off the term ultracrepidarian— a person who expresses opinions on matters outside the scope of their knowledge or expertise. through this magazine, we hope to encourage young writers of our generation (13-22) to write out of their comfort zone. we welcome the unusual, the quixotic, and the weird, all with open arms. 
ultracrepidzine is a seasonal magazine that releases new issues quarterly and promotes artists and writers from around the world. our first issue,  ULTRACREPIDZINE’S CLASS OF 2020, will be released in late july.  
we are currently accepting submissions until june 15, 2020. if you are interested in contributing, send us an email at [email protected] and we’ll email you more in-depth instructions regarding our theme! if you have any inquiries, please don’t hesitate to reach out by emailing us or asking us through tumblr. we can’t wait to see your submissions! 
we also plan on using this blog to feature your pieces, spotlight contributors, and release prompts for you guys to participate in, so stay tuned!
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Criminal Heart of Bones
↳ PROJECT CHINA // HERE ROSE THE PHOENIX
STAY OUT OF THE PHOENIX’S WAY... OR BE BURNED TO ASHES.
Lai Fenghuang, intent on taking over the throne of the Empire, tries and fails to poison Chen Kaiguo, the unlucky Imperial Official. Cue them teaming up, Kaiguo promising to help Fenghuang claim the throne, and her to get him an antidote to the poison creeping to his heart. But what happens when the friend of the wrongly accused lady decides to exact revenge, and what happens when Fenghuang and Kaiguo accidentally fall in love?
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CHARACTERS
LAI FENGHUANG
POISONER, SCHEMER, IN LOVE
After being wronged by the nobles, Fenghuang began her quest for power, to prove that she was better. Now, she has poisoned and schemed her way to one of the most coveted positions in court.
CHEN KAIGUO
OFFICIAL, LUCKY, UNLUCKY
Kaiguo was supposed to be dead. By some fluke ( or magic? ), he is now a shadow of himself, and begs Fenghuang to give him the antidote to reverse the poison. What he doesn't know is that he's getting tangled up in her nefarios schemes.
LIN MEIDAO
WRONGED, ACCUSED, DEAD
Meidao was just another healer. Subjected to the losing end of Fenghuang's plan, she is wrongly accused of poisoning an official and sentenced to death.
CHEN RUIHUA
VENGEFUL, ANGRY, ABOUT TO LOSE HER LIFE
When her best friend, Meidao, is wrongly accused of poisoning the official Kaiguo, she vows revenge on the person that made it happen — Fenghuang. What she didn't plan for was to discover Fenghuang's secrets.
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MISC.
READ THE ORIGINAL INTRO POST HERE
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mothsamf · 4 years
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@neptunely made a writing prompt for the month of June! Prompt 29 reminded me so much of a quote I wanted to add to my story that I tried to expand on it.  (p.s. if you can’t read it, click on the picture to make it bigger. This is the price I paid to make it aesthetic.) 
This is for MAMF, my only wip right now, btw!
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indeliblewrites · 4 years
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“When they write about you,” she says, “you’ll be hardly more than a footnote. You’re unimportant, insignificant.”
“Maybe,” I say, lifting my chin. “But they’ll write about me.”
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uraniawrites · 4 years
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DEATHLY PRINCE IS NOW ON WATTPAD.
Is the very first time that I don’t delete a novel that I upload, and that actually has more than 15 views, lol.
So, if you wanna follow me (i fback c:) my user is obsidiaxns and i’ll try to keep my account active.
send me an ask to be added or removed.
taglist: @aslanwrites, @incipientdream, @ahowlinwolf, @dustylovelyrun, @piratewolfe, @caelum-writes, @nicopeppah, @scioltezza, @sondials, @sprigofbasil.
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atelierwriting · 4 years
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THE DROWNED GIRL. a wip reintroduction.
viv's problems start on a monday. after disappearing for a summer, she fully intends to fade into obscurity now that her older sister--star student cecilia yee--has graduated and gone off to live her life.
but people in the small town of nottinghill, michigan don't just leave.
in her wake, cece has left a mystery full of ambition, obsession, and deceit. amidst it all, noah cunningham and callum south join viv, drawn together by circumstance to form a group that should have next to nothing in common. but as they delve deeper into cece’s past, things become more complicated than a search for a missing brother.
if they aren’t careful, they’ll end up unearthing secrets that will ruin their lives.
warning: this is not a story for the lighthearted.
status: 2nd draft
read the preview here!
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happyorogeny · 4 years
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Faehunter, Chapter 2
Lai shuddered. What was this sensation, hot and cold together? It had a hold of her like a hawk upon a rabbit. But it wasn’t pain, not-
Oh. Fear.
This one was so vivid, so strong. She knew of fear only in passing, as she might a neighbour. She had seen it in the faces of people when she first walked out of the forest, as she danced through their fields. Even now, some of them were afraid of her.
But there was nothing in this world to frighten her. She did not fear the forest or the bears and the wolves therein. Nor did she fear the humans, even when they tried to chase her with pitchforks and salt and fire. It was a merry chase, she laughed, they could never catch her. She wasn’t even scared of their iron trinkets, the horseshoes they hung over their doors. She didn’t like them, but she wasn’t afraid of them.
There had been nothing to frighten her. Until now.
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encrucijada · 4 years
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“When treating ghosts,” said my mother. “You are to always do it with kindness, you never know when was the last time they received any.”
There were other lessons learned in execution: I couldn’t hug my grandmother, it felt like the static that appeared without rhyme or reason in midair and stung my fingertips. Blanca couldn’t speak, her mouth moved but there was nothing and my mother returned her sad look with one of sympathy. And I guess because she had died just a few hours ago, she seemed shaken by this. How do you cope with knowing you are now cromulent? When saying my last I love you’s and goodbye’s I came to notice there were no shadows from the late morning on my grandmother’s face or cast by her on the floor. That her ribcage wasn’t moving. She looked like an overlay, like a image cut and placed on top, except that was easier to process in those photographs made with glass stacked over each other. My eyes didn’t perceive drawn lines on the edges of my grandmother’s figure… she was an almost, a nearly, an if.
I said to my mother later, “I always thought ghosts were see-through.”
She laughed.
“Will ‘Lita be okay?”
“Ghosts disappear after their funerals, it lays them to rest.”
“And they can’t hurt me, right?”
“No.” She sat on the edge of my bed. “So, you shouldn’t be afraid to ever talk to one. Remember: kindness first.”
Chapter One
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violetcancerian · 4 years
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I wrote this because I was having (and still have) feelings over Arthur and Nimue from the Arthurian legends (this is not related to TDATH in any way), so enjoy this first part of a small drabble series!
The Sword Maiden and the Boy
He had come to her as a young man, eyes bright and derermined.
"A sword," he had told her, Nimue was not too keen to trust men, the men she knew cheated and lied, and had no care for the power she held on her own. Merlin was certainly like that, he said he bore the weight of the future on his shoulders, Nimue had seen from hours of scrying that he bore the weight of the past sins that were made to have this young man before her.
"And who are you to demand such a thing from me?" She demanded, standing tall, she was the only one there, the only guardian of a small patch of land in the lake and her little boat. She was queen and sovereign of her home and the waters, and the apple tree that grew there.
"Well..." He looked unsure, looked at his hands, Nimue could see he was no older than he. "Merlin said I need a new one, the sword I pulled from the stone broke and..."
Merlin, of course...so this was the boy who would be king.
Nimue held her hand up, "I'll give you the sword, but you must leave an offering to me." A present never hurt anybody.
He fumbled in his travel bag, desperate to find something worthy of her.
Nimue watched as he pulled out a copper bracelt, twisted and coiled to spirals, it looked like it fit well on his wrist, it would be too big on hers.
"I have this?" He looked hopeful, that made her smile, Merlin's influence had not tainted him.
She disappeared into her lake, in a little rock way by the shore was a cave where she hid the sword and scabbard she was given to guard, soaking wet and tired from the swim, she had collapsed on the last stretch, tripping and with her sword wielding hand raised above the water, she saw the light shine against it.
Nimue emerged then to see Arthur with eyes wide in awe, and he fell to her feet, head bowed like no king should do.
"Don't...it's just a sword," she stammered, startled as she clutched the weapon and scabbard.
Arthur looked up, as if looking at those statues Merlin talked about so much, eyes still wide, he held out his hands for the sword she had so protected.
"Just a sword, lady," his voice was trembling, "but none as special, none that was given by you."
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sawyersscribbles · 4 years
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and that’s on rot’s sensory processing issues (ft. kestrel being an og)
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WIP Intro
↳ Elysian Falls
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Summary.
ONE REBELLION TO TOPPLE A KINGDOM. ONE CONQUEST TO RULE THE WORLD. ONE GROUP TO SAVE THEM ALL.
Verena and Andre Orleaux are the children of the King and Queen of Elysia. The only problem? They don't agree with the way the kingdom is run, which immediately counts them as rebels. But are they?
Caelan Hufort is a rebel, leader of one of the factions. The Kingdom of Elysia has taken away their parents from them. It will not take away their sister too. They will do anything, anything at all to protect her and get their vengeance.
Insensia is part of the fae, banished from Faine, the planet of the fae. They want to return to their homeland and go back to the way things were. Easier said than done. They travel the Kingdom of Elysia, looking for a way back in.
Astra Bellerun and Lysan Charr have been a happy pair for years. When Astra and Lysan are exiled to Kielya due to her being an Untalented, she suspects foul play, and the ever-distant Lysan appears to be hiding something of epic proportions.
Themes + Tropes.
friends to lovers, found family, saving the world, magic, betrayal, etc. etc.
Characters.
VERENA ORLEAUX, Princess of Elysia ANDRE ORLEAUX, Crown Prince of Elysia CAELAN HUFORT, the rebel INSENSIA, the faerie ASTRA BELLRUN, the Untalented LYSAN CHARR, the spy
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darkmagic-hours · 4 years
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spite; the rage of the fae part one
curse you to the deepest part of the forest, where no light shines; curse you to the darkest part of the sea, where you may die; curse you, your life, your soul;
hope you may fail today, tomorrow; hope you lose, lose it all, every single day; hope you ruin your life, oh, to make me happy;
feel my anger, my wrath, my rage; feel me shout your name, scream it, fling it across the winds; feel me resist, hold back, refrain from taking a weapon to you;
I am mad, I am spiteful, I am filled with hatred; hatred for you, for all that you do; you have ruined me, I will now ruin you.
the quiet side of life, s. f.
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