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arijensineink · 5 months

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📝 An Inquiry for Intermediate Writers

A little while ago I was talking to my friend @angelsofprey about my newsletter, (Fighting For Writing, pls subscribe and I'll love you forever) and he brought to my attention that there isn't enough easily accessible advice out there for writers of intermediate skill.

It really struck me, and got me thinking about how generic a lot of writing advice is these days, how a lot of us who have been writing for multiple years are really tired of being beaten over the head with the same advice over and over.

So my question tonight is:

As a writer of intermediate skill, what aspects of writing do you need help/advice/tips on?

If you don't feel comfortable posting in comments or reblogs, feel free to hit up my ask box or messages.

Thanks, and much love <3

-Ari

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beauxtaku · 8 months

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Why does the soil feel rich beneath your feet when tending the garden? It could be clumpy, scratchy, or wet. To you, it’s rich? Why do you muffle yourself at the dinner table when your father brought guests and they, in turn, brought their cantankerous child. The screeching, the hanging, and the punching all bother you. You could turn away or you could raise concern, but you muffle yourself. Why is life so crisp when I spend time with you? It’s not slow; it’s not cold. Life by your side is simply crisp and I cannot understand why. If I’m me and you are you, then why too do I notice the richness of the soil, why too do I muffle my own temper, and why is life so crisp? I cannot understand. Without this crisp life, the rich soil, and the so, so muffled temper, I wouldn’t be the same version of myself, I wouldn’t be the same me, and I cannot understand why.

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wildwood-poetry · 1 year

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If I could choose to spend the rest of my life with you, I would. Because your eyes are where I got lost and your soul feels like home.

Spike

#queer writer #queer writers of tumblr #love #quotes #lgbtq community #love quotes #i’m so in love with them #it hurts #I love you so much it hurts

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raesreadingcorner · 1 year

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Anastasia F/F retelling

Something people should know is that one of my favourite musicals is Anastasia. And after having ‘In a Crowd of Thousands’ stuck in my head, and knowing I need to get back into writing, I came up with this! (Instead of working on my WIP... but hey, writing is writing!)

I also haven’t shared my writing on tumblr since like 2016 so... be gentle lol

Word Count: 1,116 (Didn’t look over so there may be spelling errors) Song: In a Crowd of thousands from Anastasia the Musical (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EWYpXfAzbrc)

In A Crowd of Thousands

“It was June,”

Dimi spoke softly after wrapping her companion back in the abandoned blanket. She picked up the pillow from the ground, where it must have fallen after Ana’s disturbance and placed it back on the bed.

Nightmares. It was always nightmares. Dimi was surprised that Ana woke her instead of the other way around. Her delirium lasted only seconds until she heard the crying, recognising Ana’s voice beneath the whimpers.

She held Ana closely. Closer than they’d ever been on their journey. They were never so close except for the colder nights on the train and abandoned buildings they hid and slept in.

When Ana calmed down, cries and whimpers falling into steadied breathing and tired hums, she lulled Dimi into a conversation about the lost princess.

The main reason for their journey, but something both parties evaded talking about. Dimi paused her stroking of Ana’s hair at the question, glancing down at the woman in her hold to make sure it was what she really wanted to talk about. When Ana held no worry or unease, Dimi settled and nodded,

“What would you like to know?”

Ana’s gaze travelled down to a sly piece of hair that fell from Dimi’s braid resting against her cheek. It curled and moved as Dimi’s head tilted when she asked the question.

“When did you first see her?”

Dimi’s gaze drifted away as she stared out into the night sky through the broken window of their room. She could picture the day clearly. The summer heat was just about right. Warm enough that the water was the perfect temperature to dip her toes into. She didn’t need a jacket either, which Dimi preferred. Her mother scolded her earlier that day when she all about ran out of the house without her shoes on. Her bare feet padded towards the lake close to their home as she grabbed their woven basket and started her chores.

She rushed to do it all; the washing, the hanging, sweeping their house and helping prepare the vegetable for their dinner later. Her mother smiled at her eagerness to get things done, even if it wasn’t for her love of the chores themselves.

The princess was passing through their town, and Dimi was determined to see her. Just once.

“I was ten,” Dimi tried to continue but paused as Ana raised her hand, catching the thread of hair between her thumb and forefinger and threading it behind Dimi’s ear,

“I’m sure you were a troublesome ten-year-old,” she giggled and Dimi smiled, rolling her eyes,

“I thought you wanted to hear this,” she softly scolded. Ana zipped her mouth shut. When she knew that Ana was listening once again, Dimi continued, “anyway,”

“I was dressed in my best clothes, a deep blue dress that my mother made and boots that I despised but I didn’t want to be stopped from leaving, so I put them on to keep my mother happy. I ran through the town, dodging carts and people carrying loaves of bread, cheese and all other kinds of delicious foods that I didn’t have the money for. The smells were wonderful, sweet and savoury, I could almost taste the food in the air and I found my hand nabbing a pastry when no one was looking.”

Ana smirked, “Thief.”

Dimi shrugged, not denying the title.

“The further I moved into the town, the crowds grew bigger. In my eyes, I thought there had to be at least a thousand people here in my small town. It sure felt like it. I was dodging and pushing past so many eager people. My heart leapt when I was able to see the princess's cart moving closer to where I was standing, and I don’t know why, where I was would have given me a place to see her, but I was drawn closer, I needed to be closer.”

Dimi’s hand stilled in Ana’s hair as she gazed off into the empty room. The tattered piece of fabric that acted as a lame curtain flittered softly in the night breeze. Dimi felt herself shiver. Ana began tracing shapes on the hand that wasn’t in her hair. Feeling this new sensation, Dimi looked down realising she stopped talking out of nowhere.

“I travelled further into the crowds, ducking beneath elbows until I looked up and I saw her.”

Ana held her breath, “Princess Anastasia?”

Dimi nodded, “She sat straight as a queen,” she marvelled at the memory, “only eight but just like her siblings, she looked so proud and serene. All around me people were cheering, and clapping as her older siblings waved to the crowd, but all I could do was stare. At her. I was caught in a trance, surrounded by a crowd of thousands.”

Dimi’s eyes flashed back to that day, watching as the carriage moved along and she started to run, to call out Anastasia’s name as she tried not to get stopped by the crowds around her. She told all of this to Ana, but no words could properly describe her feelings at that moment in time, the adrenaline, the hope that the Princess would see her, notice her, and she did. Dimi made sure that she did.

“Anastasia looked around at the crowd until her eyes met mine. I was out of breath as I tried to keep up. The crowds were getting heavier as the carriage moved, and I started to lose my footing, I couldn’t keep up with the carriage or its passengers any longer. I reached out with my hand as if the Princess would grab it and take me with her, away from the town that I called home. Away and to something else entirely new and spectacular. I didn’t want to see her go.

But as my hand was reaching out at this impossibility, I looked up and saw Anastasia.

She smiled at me.

And then I-

And then I left.” Dimi ended, hand moving from Ana’s hair to pick at the barely-together threads of the mattress.

“You left. Just like that?”

Ana asked curiously and Dimi nodded not meeting her eye.

“I got my wish, I was able to see her, and then, I had to go back to my normal life.”

“And now you’re here, with me. The not-so-real but pretending to be real Anastasia.”

Dimi hummed.

“I wish I could have met you then,” Ana mused trying to catch Dimi’s eye, “I would have whisked you away like you wanted, even if those pesky guards that I’m sure were protecting us would have tried to stop me.”

That brought a smile to Dimi’s lips, “You would?”

“I would.”

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rs-hawk · 5 months

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Your Siren Boyfriend eventually tricking you into the water after weeks of just chatting to you on the docks. He never sings or tries to convince you to come in. He sits in the water, his arms propping him up on the low dock so you two can talk. His eyes dark as a trench, and you can’t help but worry about all the light on the surface hurting him. Even at night, it’s still brighter than where he’s from.

The night you bring him sunglasses is when he knows you’re going to be his mate. He feigns confusion and asks how to put them on. You giggle and lean forward, setting them on his face. He takes that moment to grab your wrists, yanking you into the salt water. You barely manage to catch a breath before hitting the water, not that it matters because as soon as he kisses you, you suddenly can breathe.

You want to be angry at him, but he looks so happy. He starts clicking and chirping, something he hasn’t done in a few weeks since he realized you can’t understand him. It must be like when you gets excited and revert to your mother tongue.

His shark teeth gently nip at you neck as he tugs at your clothes, encouraging you to slip out of your swimsuit. You know that you shouldn’t. This isn’t right. But you can’t help yourself. The feeling of your Siren slipping inside of you makes you whimper. He pushes you against the shifting sand of the ocean floor, slamming into you roughly. You can’t help the moans and sounds that escape your mouth. Thank God you can breathe under water now because there’s no way you could have contained yourself.

When he’s done, he eases back, burying his face between your trembling legs. His fat tongue encourages you to finish, and you do rather quickly. Once he’s satisfied, his kisses make their way back up to your lips.

“You’ll stay with me, won’t you?”

#fantasy romance #monster lover #smut #monster fuqqer #monster fudger #monster fluff #monster fucker #monster romance #monster boyfriend #monster bf #fantasy smut #writers on tumblr #writing #author #queer writers #female writers #monster kink #monster k!nk

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tommy2020 · 4 months

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I’m a boy and I kiss other boys.

I’m a boy and I was not born a boy.

I’m a boy and I use unconventional pronouns.

I’m a boy and I want to live as a boy.

I’m a boy and I want to be free to say that out loud.

I’m a boy and I want to live without fear of being hurt.

Just like the other boys.

My friend is a girl and she likes boys.

My friend is a girl and she was not born a girl.

My friend is a girl and uses she/her.

My friend is a girl and she wants to be called a girl, not a slur.

My friend is a girl and she should be allowed to live as a girl.

My friend is a girl and she shouldn’t be assaulted because she is a girl.

Just like the other girls.

My sibling is nonbinary and they like every gender.

My sibling is nonbinary and they were not born that way.

My sibling is nonbinary and uses whatever pronouns they feel like.

My sibling is nonbinary and wants to be perceived as a person too.

My sibling is nonbinary and should be allowed to choose what they call themselves.

My sibling is nonbinary and shouldn’t be shoved under the rug because their gender identity “doesn’t make sense”.

Just like other people.

WE ARE PEOPLE.

TRANS RIGHTS ARE HUMAN RIGHTS.

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byoldervine · 22 days

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Types Of Writer’s Block (And How To Fix Them)

1. High inspiration, low motivation. You have so many ideas to write, but you just don’t have the motivation to actually get them down, and even if you can make yourself start writing it you’ll often find yourself getting distracted or disengaged in favour of imagining everything playing out

Try just bullet pointing the ideas you have instead of writing them properly, especially if you won’t remember it afterwards if you don’t. At least you’ll have the ideas ready to use when you have the motivation later on

2. Low inspiration, high motivation. You’re all prepared, you’re so pumped to write, you open your document aaaaand… three hours later, that cursor is still blinking at the top of a blank page

RIP pantsers but this is where plotting wins out; refer back to your plans and figure out where to go from here. You can also use your bullet points from the last point if this is applicable

3. No inspiration, no motivation. You don’t have any ideas, you don’t feel like writing, all in all everything is just sucky when you think about it

Make a deal with yourself; usually when I’m feeling this way I can tell myself “Okay, just write anyway for ten minutes and after that, if you really want to stop, you can stop” and then once my ten minutes is up I’ve often found my flow. Just remember that, if you still don’t want to keep writing after your ten minutes is up, don’t keep writing anyway and break your deal - it’ll be harder to make deals with yourself in future if your brain knows you don’t honour them

4. Can’t bridge the gap. When you’re stuck on this one sentence/paragraph that you just don’t know how to progress through. Until you figure it out, productivity has slowed to a halt

Mark it up, bullet point what you want to happen here, then move on. A lot of people don’t know how to keep writing after skipping a part because they don’t know exactly what happened to lead up to this moment - but you have a general idea just like you do for everything else you’re writing, and that’s enough. Just keep it generic and know you can go back to edit later, at the same time as when you’re filling in the blank. It’ll give editing you a clear purpose, if nothing else

5. Perfectionism and self-doubt. You don’t think your writing is perfect first time, so you struggle to accept that it’s anything better than a total failure. Whether or not you’re aware of the fact that this is an unrealistic standard makes no difference

Perfection is stagnant. If you write the perfect story, which would require you to turn a good story into something objective rather than subjective, then after that you’d never write again, because nothing will ever meet that standard again. That or you would only ever write the same kind of stories over and over, never growing or developing as a writer. If you’re looking back on your writing and saying “This is so bad, I hate it”, that’s generally a good thing; it means you’ve grown and improved. Maybe your current writing isn’t bad, if just matched your skill level at the time, and since then you’re able to maintain a higher standard since you’ve learned more about your craft as time went on

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a-kind-of-merry-war · 2 months

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A guy doing marine research into phytoplankton is far out to sea and waiting for the samples to be ready when he spots a fast-moving ripple in the water up ahead.

Fully aware that this spot is home to a migratory orca pod, he assumes he's stumbled across an orca hunting a seal and settles against the railing to watch, because it's not every day you get to see that.

The ripples get closer, the shadows in the water more defined, the water choppier, and suddenly the orca and its unfortunate prey are zooming directly towards the boat and he's waiting, breath held, for them to duck right underneath--

When the water breaks, the ocean sprays, and he's suddenly smacked fully in the face by a very wet, very confused, and very pretty merman, throwing them both down onto the deck while the boat rocks as a confused and now quite hungry orca dives beneath it.

The merman, it turns out, thought that the boat was an ice float and didn't realise his mistake until it was too late. But he's very thankful for the impromptu rescue, and wow don't you have nice arms, and holy shit you've got legs, can I touch them? Is that weird? Can I touch them anyway? And your hair--

So of course they get to talking because they're both utterly fascinated with the other, and soon the sun has set and the samples are long-since ready and the moonlight is making the ocean look black and they part with the knowledge that they'll never meet again, and a kiss, and a lingering look over the shoulder for all the things that can't be...

And the researcher gets back to land, moors his boat, readies his samples. He packs up his things, shoves them into his bags, and prepares to go home. He steps onto the jetty boards and thinks of the merman and the solid wood beneath his feet seems to sway for more than one reason.

There's a splash. He turns, pulled as if by the tide, and there's a ripple in the water. A face. A pair of eyes made black by the moonlight.

And this is how the researcher acquires a merman boyfriend who helps him find samples and the merman acquires a human boyfriend who rescues him from whales.

#short story #i guess?#original fiction #merman #mermaids #queer #fantasy fiction #writers on tumblr #writeblr #writers #guess what suckers this is just a one night in hartswood AU!!!!#mer!penn 4 LIFE #this is NOT a prompt lmao #im happy for you to use it with fanfic or w/e tho #but not original fiction #on account of how its my idea for a book

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mariathechosen1 · 1 year

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Do you read fanfiction? Are you queer? Well then I’ve got the perfect survey for you!

Hi! I’m a student writing a research paper on the prevalence of queer couples and lgbtq+ representation in fanfiction and need participants for my survey. This project will be entered in a national (Very prestigious) research competition and will be judged by an academic jury. The more answers I get on this survey, the more accurate my research will be, so I'd really appreciate it if you would take the time to answer!

https://forms.gle/8sae8vzQRERAzYiX8

Update: The survey is currently being redone! You can find the reasoning behind this (and other FAQ) here [https://at.tumblr.com/mariathechosen1/queer-participation-and-representation-in/i689fhq3b2vn] and the new survey here: https://forms.gle/Tcoafs9dU627PNcn8

Here are some reasons to partcicipate:

Science and stuff

Force a highly prestigious academic jury to read more than 20 pages about gay fanfiction

Better my chances of winning real-life money by writing more than 20 pages about gay fanfiction

Help expand a largely ignored academic field (fandom studies)

It’ll only take like 8 minutes (5 minutes if you’re quick)

Uhhmmm…

Please?

The only requirement is that you have some sort of experience with fanfiction or fan works (Whether that be writing or reading). You do not have to be queer to participate and all answers are completely anonymous

Reblogs are appreciated!

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miradragoncat · 3 months

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Notes

okay so I've seen this work a lot and I want to know how well it will go for me.

If this gets to 1,000 notes I will finish writing the second book in the series I'm working on.

If this gets to 5,000 notes I will ask my parents for a chest binder.

Before March. Let's see how this goes, and thank you even before this gets any notes

Note: it was getting too close to march, and we weren't very close. So I lowered it.

#writing #writers on tumblr #writeblr #chest binding #chest binder #lgbtqia #queer #pride #transmasc #trans man #trans rights #trans joy #transgender #notes #5k #10k

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mx-ryder · 3 months

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Hey Writeblr,

I have a very specific request.

Will you tell me about your old OCs? I'm talking like middle school/high school edgy OCs. The ones who make you cringe when you remember them, because they're so awful. The Mary-Sue's, the self-inserts. The ones you would never ever ever resurrect because oh my gods they're irredeemable. The over-powered ones. The dark-haired boys with crooked smiles and ocean orbs. The girls who are so not like those other girls.

I'd like to hear about them please! I desire to know them!

#writing #fiction #creative writing #original characters #ocs #ask away!#writeblr #fiction writing #please #writers of tumblr #queer writers #writers #writers on tumblr #writerscommunity #writblr game #writblr #a request!

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arijensineink · 6 months

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For anyone curious about my thoughts on the NaNoWriMo debacle. (and no, it's not "drama" when racism is concerned...)

November newsletters will be a series on writing productivity as relates to the moon cycle! Make sure to subscribe if that sounds neat to you <3

#writeblr #writing community #writers of tumblr #queer writers #writing advice #nanowrimo #national novel writing month #writing encouragement #writing newsletter #fantasy writers #queer writers of tumblr #queer writing community #writerblr #creative writing

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ink-flavored · 1 month

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i wear women’s deodorant and men’s cologne i mix pink and blue to match my birthstone amethyst, creating a synthesis a dialectic speaking my singleness womanly chivalry and masculine grace a twist of the wrist that turns on its face bending borders into a threshold equal parts silver and gold i lead and i follow a solo in parts it’s hard pill to swallow if you’re scared of the arts i’ve never been more one than my two perhaps this will give you a breakthrough— the illusion that arose of oil and of water proves that opposition serves those opposed to the other as for me, i’ll keep my duality it beats a boxed-in, binary, banality

– bigender means

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#bigender #multigender #original poetry #original writing #original poem #writeblr #amwriting #spilled ink #queer poetry #poem #poetry #trans poets on tumblr #queer writers #trans writers #annika talks #my poetry #posting this in honor of me finally talking to my dr about HRT

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wildwood-poetry · 1 year

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To put you into words is like confining a galaxy to one singular solar system; and why would I want to? Your wonderful magic is far too beautiful to even want to keep to myself.

-Spike

#queer writers of tumblr #love #quotes #queer writer #love quotes #lgbtq community #you’re a galaxy #and I’m just a star

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mayasynth · 4 months

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My beautiful unhinged daughter, Mary Elizabeth Frankenstein <3 I know this was not at all how the scene actually went, but humour me

(Pssssst everyone please read Our Hideous Progeny, pleaseee 🙏)

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rs-hawk · 5 months

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A mtf werewolf girlfriend that hates shifting. She struggles with being so hairy, and how huge her cock gets at that time of the month. The only thing that makes her feel a little better is when you point out that you both have a “that time of the month”.

However, you start complementing her when she shifts, much to her confusion and surprise. Of course you love how furry and hairy she gets. You love her hair and her fur is so soft and it smells like her shampoo. She’s big enough to literally crush you but she could step on your throat and you’d thank her (that always makes her laugh). No, her cock doesn’t make you think she’s less of a woman. She’d have to dick you down with a strap if she didn’t have it and this adds excitement to your breeding kink, especially if she would just give into her primal urge and fucking knot you already.

You know that it’s not going to help eradicate her dysmorphia, but you hope it helps, because no matter what your Werewolf Girlfriend is the most beautiful woman in the world.

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