#storywriting

[kisslxndsroom]

Their bodies, entwined. The lust flowing through their bodies for eachother were enough to keep them alive. ‘Kiss me’ she whispered, and he followed through, their moans singing with eachothers. Love, intimacy.

#bd/sm kink #intimacy #passion #18+ #couple #lust #storywriting #love #likeforlike

[guardianofthedawn]

Mortal Kombat Deity! AU: The Demigods

Part One to introducing the characters of my Deity! AU is the demigods. Turns out they were a little easier to create the foundations for than I thought. I’m working on the gods’ foundations at the moment so hopefully they’ll be up soon too.

Raiden, the Lightning Rod.

His focus: an amulet gifted to him by Liu Kang.

Raiden is a member of a group called “Defenders of Earthrealm”, who task themselves with keeping threats to the mortal plane at bay at the request of the gods who patron them.

Soft spoken and diplomatic, he’d rather try to talk things out first before zapping them to a crisp with his electrical powers.

Kung Lao, the Shaolin Great

His focus: a sharp-edged hat he made himself.

Kung Lao joined the Defenders of Earthrealm at the same time as Raiden, wanting to live up to his family’s legacy as a clan of great fighters and guardians.

He makes and maintains his own equipment and weapons after an incident that involved an ill-made piece of equipment and a prank that went too far; he has a scar on his stomach from this that only Raiden has seen (he knows the story behind it, too).

Johnny Cage, the Walk of Famer

His focus: a pair of expensive sunglasses.

A tech whiz, Johnny supplies and maintains the Defenders’ technology; he gets the supplies through his connections in Hollywood, amongst other places.

He prefers to hide how intelligent he is by cracking bad jokes and innuendos to make him appear air-headed; he likes to draw in his opponents with his charms and then go for the uppercut.

Kenshi Takahashi, the Spirit Caller

His focus: a family sword called Sento.

After being blinded during his service to the Yakuza, Kenshi uses the power of his ancestors residing in Sento to move around a space and fight his enemies; Liu Kang’s demigod blessing amplified his power.

He claims that Johnny irritates him to no end, but he knows that without his noise Kenshi would likely have not joined the Defenders and remained with the Yakuza.

Mileena, the Firstborn Guardian

Her focus: her royal mask.

As the first-born daughter of the Goddess of Judgement and Protection, Sindel, Mileena has a condition called Tarkat which causes facial deformities and an uncontrollable urge to eat human flesh. (No one, not even the Eon, know why or how this occurs to the first-born children only.)

She is fiercely protective of her sister and girlfriend; she is the embodiment of Sindel’s guardian virtue as Empress of the mortal plane.

Kitana, the Royal Butterfly

Her focus: her dual fan weapons.

While she’s beautiful and she’s aware of it, Kitana isn’t afraid to get bloody to protect those she considers close to her - currently, that is only her family.

When she isn’t fighting, dealing with court politics or assisting Mileena with her daily duties, she can often be found by herself engrossed in a book (when they were children, she used to read to Mileena after her Tarkat episodes to help calm her down).

#mortal kombat #mk1 2023 #storywriting #johnny cage #kenshi takahashi #kung lao #raiden #mileena #kitana #mortal kombat au #deity au #the guardian’s writing #these are just foundations #there’s plenty of room for fleshing these out #mortal kombat imagine

[tama1313]

Dear madders

As artists, how can you snap from your daydreams and actually start to produce what you were daydreaming?

Because my biggest problem is my mind is full of creatives ideas but I keep "thinking" them instead of doing something practical

#maladaptive daydreaming #madd #immersive daydreaming #mental health care #storywriting

[i-did-not-mean-to]

Journal/Storywriting

Ah, another instalment for my TRSB fic of this year The Book of You and I for @dreamychaos!

Characters: Caranthir x Finrod

Words: 1 408

Warnings: insecurity, secrets, different writing styles and lifestyles

“What are you doing?” Carnistir leaned over Findaráto’s shoulder with uncharacteristically unabashed curiosity. “You’ve been frowning at that page for much too long already for my taste. Let me see what you are working on!”

“Don’t,” Findaráto cried out, throwing himself bodily over the scuffed notebook as if protecting it with his life from his lover’s burning, destructive gaze. “You are a mean editor, so I won’t share this with you.”

Pouting beautifully—he had perfected this face many ages ago to sway his older brothers into taking pity on him even after the birth of his younger siblings—Carnistir pulled back with a soft gasp of exaggerated hurt.

“I…who is the mean one here?” he muttered and sat down on the floor to press his already reddening cheek against the other’s muscular thigh pleadingly. “Will you at least tell me what you’ve been writing about?”

“You,” Findaráto replied calmly, a little nervous chuckle escaping him as he saw the flash of burning interest in Carnistir’s eyes. “Unfortunately, as you well know, I am a terrible author, and I can’t—for the life of me—capture the unique beauty of all your reactions.”

Even as he spoke those words, he wished that he could paint Carnistir’s portrait—full lower lip pushed out ever so slightly and dark eyes flaring into almost frightening intensity—with mere words, but not even ages of linguistic development and Fëanáro’s script could do justice to the indescribable pulchritude of his lover.

“I have been writing you in rather embarrassing paeans since I first picked up a pen,” he admitted sheepishly. “Nevertheless, there are no words to fully capture the way I feel when your incandescent gaze settles on me or how perfectly worthy of outright veneration you are when you sulk like this.”

“You are mocking me,” Carnistir mumbled, grimacing, and turned his head to fully bury his face in the soft, smooth fabric of his half-cousin’s breeches, effectively robbing Findaráto of the delightful sight he was just extolling. “You know that I don’t like that.”

“I am most definitely not,” Findaráto cried, scandalised by such an accusation. “Why? How do you describe me in your writings?”

Stammering a little, Carnistir flushed a darker shade of red—it was only fair that he, who tore his lover’s flowery sentences to shreds regularly, would be asked to submit his own scripts for further illustration of his principles.

“I usually say that you are in good health,” he finally admitted in a low, embarrassed voice. “There is no need for me to describe you in great detail—as you might recall, the recipients of my patently succinct missives are all related to you and have known you since the day you were born.”

His agreeable, smooth features hardening into a moue of disapproval, Findaráto leaned back tensely. “We—our relationship, I mean—have progressed far beyond the state of remote kinship, I dare say, and you want to tell me that these developments were not worth a single line to you?”

Findaráto remembered quite distinctly that, as an elfling, young Moryo had kept a journal. Once or twice, Findekáno—a notorious thief even at that age—had copied out a few passages while waiting for Nelyafinwë and had later surreptitiously shared them with Findaráto.

He also recalled the ridiculously complex rituals of secrecy and the various solemn oaths he had had to perform before ever getting a snippet of Carnistir’s preciously rational mind.

Consequently, he could hardly believe that his sweet paramour had since entirely abandoned the habit of putting his thoughts and observations down on paper.

“Come on,” he needled, seeing Carnistir’s mask of haughty refusal crack, and started rubbing the side of his foot alluringly along the long, svelte thigh closest to him. “As we’ve established that you abhor my style, I’d love to hear how you’d capture what has transpired.”

“Don’t make me,” Carnistir groaned softly, hiding his handsome face in his hands now to escape the fervently curious and challenging gaze of this unlooked-for miracle, gracing his home and hearth. “I won’t repeat myself on the matter of derision—no matter how affectionate—and pride.”

“Do you call me handsome?”

“I might have jotted down a few notes about our boating trip.” Carnistir felt and sounded as if that minute confession had been torn from him with white-hot pincers. “And I’ve mostly remarked upon the quality and the colour of the water if you must know.”

“You’re a terrible liar,” Findaráto laughed but he leaned forward and threaded his long, ink-stained fingers into the silken, shockingly unbound hair of the skittish but deeply cherished creature with whom he shared his heart and soul. “I hope you said soppy things about me—the kind of expressions that you’d strike out mercilessly if they had come from any other person’s quill.”

“Other people,” Carnistir snarled, instantly defensive, “want to see their uninspired, clichéd drivel published, don’t they?”

Touched by the thorny secrecy of the Elf sitting at his feet, Findaráto chuckled once more. “Then we both have secret writings and I—for one—shall respect that.”

The gentle reprimand in his words was unambiguous but devoid of malice or true anger—Carnistir smiled up at him with heart-wrenching tenderness and then nodded gravely.

“So be it,” he conceded. “Even though, and it pains me to confess this, I have come to like the exaggerated descriptions of me you are wont to come up with every now and then. Far be it from me to believe a single word of that undeniable sublimation of my humble appearance, but I won’t deny that it heartens me.”

Surprise rippled across Findaráto’s face like a ray of sun caressing a calm ocean; his hyperbolised, overblown panegyrics had, thus far, always been met with barely contained scorn and incandescent irritation, so he was taken aback to be told that Carnistir derived any pleasure from hearing him wax poetic about the silvery sheen of his eyes or the pristine marble of his skin.

“You are bewitching, Moryo,” he sighed. “And there is nothing I would not give to you, but—”

“I wrote about the scars,” Carnistir burst out. “How they looked like silver adornments on your golden skin. I—I have put down, in an itemised list, all the facets of your beauty that made my heart stop: the colour of your eyes reflected in the sea, the myriad shades of gold and silver of your hair as it dried in the sun, the gritty velvet of your sand-powdered skin as you embraced me in the darkness of my loneliness.”

Unable to speak, not daring to even draw breath, Findaráto waited and listened.

“Since the day you walked through the door of my office, I have kept track of my shifting feelings and gnawing doubts,” Carnistir went on, not meeting the luminous eyes that saw way too easily into the confused depths of his soul. “My memories, my life, and my sense of self have been ripped from me once before—I’ll never accept to give them up again, so yes, I might have scribbled frantic, contradictory comments on our interaction, your disarming charm, and my pitiful bewilderment into the margins of otherwise perfectly respectable documents.”

He shrugged apologetically. “Unlike you, I’ve never been a storyteller. I have kept count of your smiles—adding them up like coins of purest gold—in neat tables because that is who I am. Wouldn’t you agree that this would make for a very poor goodnight tale?”

“Not at all,” Findaráto opined breathlessly. “I love you—just the way you are—and I’d be honoured and overjoyed to see our story through your eyes.”

“It is nothing like your romantic prose,” Carnistir groused petulantly.

“You are indeed quite unique!” Slipping off his chair to kneel beside the already withdrawing beauty, Findaráto slung his arms possessively and a little clumsily around that reclining body and pulled it against his own.

“I adore you,” he whispered, pressing frantic kisses onto Carnistir’s puckered brow and pinched mouth—he wanted to laugh and giggle for joy for they had taken another tremendously important step in their relationship, and his heart was so full that he thought it would burst at any moment. “And just hearing your voice is the sweetest sound I can imagine. Please, recount all my smiles and kisses to me, so that I may bask in the echoes of incomparable blissfulness once more.”

Thank you so much for reading <3

-> Masterlist for November (by @cilil)

#og post #IDNMT writes #fanfiction #writing #tolkien writing #jrrt #November #Nanowrimo2023 #Caranthir x Finrod #Caranthir #Finrod #Journal #Storywriting #Finrod writer #Caranthir editor #the TRSB fic with the 2 smut treats

[360degreesasthecrowflies]

I sometimes think in a stronger author’s hands, it would have been more thematic for Ron to be muggleborn and Hermione to be pureblood wizard-raised

In terms of their character arcs and what they teach Harry about wizarding society in many ways this might have been a more impactful story.

Harry is raised by abusive Muggle relatives and at least supposedly, one of the series’ core themes is anti-prejudice and pro-equality. However despite this, we never get a portrait or focus on kind, genuine, well-meaning Muggle characters. We get canon Hermione’s parents, once, for a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it scene, and they don’t even canonically have first names. Petunia, Marge and Vernon Dursley and Dudley are cruel, and the other Muggles Harry meets at home range from actively cruel to passively oblivious to his struggles and mistreatment at his relatives’ hands.

Enter the muggle!Weasley family. Muggle!Molly is a stay at home mother doing her best. She doesn’t have magical means of helping herself, so she just has to work hard to put her kids through school and keep the house in order by hand. Older sons Bill and Charlie are non magical and already moved out - and they might as well be for all the impact they have on the story in canon. The muggleborn!Weasleys comprise five magical children: Percy, dedicated to learning as much magic as possible to help his mum and dad, from fixing up their house to improving their healthcare and Arthur’s chronic conditions from work as a labourer for years. Wizards may want to hoard their magic - but Percy has practical reasons to go against that to protect his family.

Fred and George are experimenting to push the boundaries of magic. They have ambitions to make a name for themselves in this world despite the prejudices against muggleborns, and to support their mum and dad as they approach retirement.

Ron and Ginny don’t know much about Harry Potter, except the stories Percy and the twins have told them. They’ll act as the supplementary audience surrogate characters; both new to the Harry Potter world and the Harry Potter mythos, while also striking up a friendship with the boy himself when they bonded over being new to the wizarding world and finding out that Harry too was from a difficult home background and a mixed family like them.

Meanwhile, wizard-raised!Hermione Granger is a know-it-all. She thinks she’s above everyone because she’s read all the school textbooks, not that she even needed to, growing up in this world with the connections to know many of the authors anyway through her family. She has a healthy respect for the rules, after all, they safeguard people like her from undesirables. As the books continue she’ll learn to question her assumptions and prejudices, and become a revolutionary figure in the wizarding world and great ally to non-human beings and non-wizard-raised humans alike. Finding out that the real Harry Potter is nothing like all the books she read said is only the start of her journey.

I think the dynamics between Draco and Ron, Draco and Hermione, Hermione and the teachers and Ron and the teachers would also be more impactful this way around without conflicting with the world originally set up in which Rowling expects us to believe simultaneously that a plurality of wizards are opposed to muggleborn equality: yet Hermione is most of her teachers’ favourite student by far, children with a vested interest in improving their family’s circumstances have no interest in studying and learning skills and practical methods to put that into action, and various other thematic inconsistencies as the books continue.

#harry potter meta #text post #ron and hermione #writing #storywriting #tw harry potter #hp meta #hp #fic prompt #flash fiction

[mighty-poop]

Building your (Original) Character

”Fill in one of those character sheets!”

Or, here’s a method I personally find more interesting and more productive:

Interview your characters!

Pretend like you’re in one of those celebrities interviews or a therapy session; you’re both in a chair in a comfortable environment, and then ask your character about how they feel about other characters, about certain situations and then ask them to explain why.

You can really focus on the way characters react to other characters and situations, how they’d handle it, the way they talk about their own reactions (like are they being honest or would they deny it, or would they be proud or maybe ashamed or embarrassed etc.) and also general speech patterns of your characters, the vocabulary they use, do they use their hands when they talk, the emotions they default towards. Do they trust you as an interviewer or are they suspicious of you? Do they welcome you with open arms and talk for paragraphs on end or are they distracted, looking around and answering with short one-word answers? Maybe write down your “theories” as to why they’re doing those things, like a psychologist. What question makes them open up or more emotional, what makes them close down? Maybe ask them about canon storylines and think about how they’d react to what happened, how would they tell you what they’re feeling, what are they ACTUALLY feeling, etc.

I think this way, when you write your characters, you’ll be much more instinctual with what they’re like and how they’d act while writing your scenes, because you’ve built up and thought about their personality, rather than their bloodtype and star sign or whatever. It’s also a lot more nuanced to know what a character is like in many different situations, vs coming with adjectives that describes your character as best as possible. Actions speak louder than words works in the written word too. And it’s a lot more flexible when you’re the interviewer and you can ask questions that are relevant to your story.

#Storytelling #writing #storywriting #story #stories #writing tips #character development #character #characters #character writing #character building

[plantcrazy]

Secondary Fanfic place

Alrighty, so it's looking like short term we're going to need an alternative place for fic posting, and I have been considering it long term, so guess we're going through with this sooner than I was at least expecting.

I got 4 options I know of:

Deviant Art, I've got an old account I could bring back from the dead. Haven't posted there simply because I refuse to support the site since they launched Eclipse and put everything behind a paywall.

Fanfiction.net. I've got a REALLY OLD account with one of my first stories from when I was like... 15 and obsessed with Star Trek > <

Tumblr, my concern with this is the sheer length of my chapters and... I can't do walls of text. My brain just... can't. Also, is there a word limit? If there is, I think I've got a high chance of finding it, lol

Wattpad. Never used this one, heard it's, er... meh.

#poll #a03 #lost children of the ccc #fanfiction #storywriting

[angrycloudcrown]

Happy 2nd birthday to that one story me and my friend made that somehow still lives on today in a way and lingers in our lives

@seabunnythatlikeshorror

#happy birthday #happy birthday post #yeah FUCK YOU this is a happy birthday post >:( #i love the little guys. #i love them all with my heart and soul. #if you see this say happy birthday to the little guys. bitch #storywriting #i know its late at night but i just remembered.. like right now #dont shame me im forgetful #(threatening isnt directed towards you alex. mainly-)

[katsukidynam1ght]

my writing when i was 12 and felt like hell: traumatize them. terribly. never let them recover. let them know only agony. take away their support network and watch them crumble. bad ending.

my writing now: traumatize them. terribly. but let them recover. give them a wonderful support network and love and a chance to live. angst with a happy ending.

#writing #writer #writeblr #writers #creative writing #storywriting #fanfic #oc stuff #this is in relation to the fic i’m writing right now #shinkami #kamishin #mha #bnha #my hero academia #mha fic

[kpop-fanatic-lover16]

progress

I just want to hop on here real quick and apologize for anyone that's been waiting for stories/mafia!au's.

For the last year or so I haven't written much mainly because of my professional job but also because certain jobs have drained some of the spark and light from me.

I will say my Stray Kids Hyunjin Mafia is still in progress and I'm getting very close to being done. I just have a hard time some days with motivation.

Also, I have a hard time with self-confidence as I don't feel like I write the same way I did. It makes it hard to come back to it.

With that being said, I hope to have the story written and finished by the end of the year if not sooner than that. I'm afraid I won't be able to write my mafia!au's like I used to do, and they won't be very often!

Thank you for being patient with me, even though it's been far too long.

#stray kids #storywriting #kpop #so sorry #thank you

[kisslxndsroom]

The rain, echoing as it hits the windows, Ivy and her lover lay entwined in eachother. The desire in eachothers eyes as his hand slipped up her thigh, her hand parting through his hair as she whimpered. That feeling, oh she missed him, dearly.

‘More’ she begged as he shook his head. ‘Patience my love’ he whispered against her ear.

#intimacy #passion #couple #18+ #lust #love #storywriting #likeforlike #bd/sm kink

[guardianofthedawn]

Don’t Wake The Beast

(This is a really short one.)

(Game: Mortal Kombat 1, 2023. Alternate Universe.)

Kuai Liang hit ‘send’ and pocketed his phone, ignoring the sudden buzzing as he set off to find Tomas and Hanzo.

-

Bi-Han screwed his eyes shut at the sensation against his leg. “Who’s spamming the chat now?” Tora groaned as she pulled out her phone to see the notification. Bi-Han rubbed at his eyes with his free hand as he adjusted to semi-consciousness.

“That would be Johnny responding to a message from Kuai,” she replied.

“What was his message?”

“To quote, ‘Do not wake the beasts lest you incur their wrath’.” He exhaled slowly and tightened his grip on her waist, nuzzling into her hair.

“He’s preventing unnecessary homicide,” he mumbled. Tora nodded and replaced her head on his chest.

“Let’s thank him when we wake up,” she said as his affirmative rumble lulled them both back to sleep.

#mortal kombat #mk1 2023 #storywriting #writing #mortal kombat imagine #bi han sub zero #bi han #bi han x oc #drabble

[isheamonster]

Tiana

"Tiana ain't lookin' for trouble --trouble finds her! But so long as she's in her favorite pink cashmere sweater and drinking a cup of Lady Grey, surely, she'll be alright."

Tiana is the main protagonist of IHAM/"Is He a Monster?"!

It's been a while since I first drew her, but if I remember right, she was the very first character to be drawn --but Casper was the first character to actually exist in the story as said storyline for IHAM naturally developed in my head. I don't know why, but when I first started drawing her, I just couldn't stop drawing her in various hues of pink, and I couldn't keep from drawing her in sweaters with a warm drink! As a result, it was only natural, I suppose, that I'd end up writing the setting to take place sometime in early to mid-fall. It's the time of the year when the warm air finally starts to cool, and now you're wearing light jackets and loosely crocheted sweaters with jeans and boots... plus, the fall includes Halloween, and both Tiana and Casper love that holiday the most, I bet!

#oc #ocs #oc lore #oc art #original character #original story #story #fiction #authors of tumblr #webtoon #tapas #web comic #character art #character lore #character illustration #character design #author #fiction author #writing #storywriting #creative writing #blog #paranormal romance #paranormal #romance #weirdcore #pinkcore #pink #pop art

[360degreesasthecrowflies]

It just doesn't seem like Harry's ever picked up on the idea that there are perfectly pleasant, charming, likable people who can turn out to be deeply problematic underneath, and not because they're being possessed by Evil Itself. Even people who like him and are nice to him. Rowling hints at this kind of understanding when she has other characters describe young Tom Riddle, but when she actually shows him as a child, it's like she can't bear to have readers think for a moment that he might not be the most evil ill-begotten bastard who ever lived. We were supposed to be impressed with Dumbledore for seeing through Riddle when we first heard about him in CoS, but then Rowling felt the need to beat us over the head with his undisguised nastiness, presumably so that slower readers could feel as smart and superior as Dumbledore. Or maybe she was just afraid Riddle would acquire fangirls, which she seems to have taken it upon herself to reeducate. I wouldn't be surprised if she thinks it her public duty. In a mature, realistic story, Harry would feel uneasy about Hagrid and the Weasley's polite bigotry and truly wonder if his prejudice against Slytherins didn't make him a bigot himself. He would have learned that Evil is not a snake-faced monster, but something that exists in him and people he loves, who are otherwise decent and normal.

more Harry Potter meta via DeathToCapsLock’s chapter discussions of Goblet of Fire

#rowling is not a great author #anti jkr #harry potter meta #ethics in harry potter #storywriting #writing #storytelling #hp #harry potter #dumbledore #voldemort #polite bigotry #prejudice

[bandpreferences15]

Now taking writing commissions!

looking to put my creativity and imagination to good use! For $5 you can get a small (2000+ words) work of fiction about anything you want (if I’m familiar enough with it to do it justice). It would be completely customized for you to include your own characters, topics, etc. Message me if interested!

#writing #writing fiction #storywriting #Fiction writing #customized writing #writing commissions #need a friend #creative writing #writers on tumblr #writing community #writing challenge

[comicallybadwriter]

Jackson was stifling giggles in the far side of the room when Kali came marching over. Crap, guess he wasn’t as subtle as he hoped.

“I didn’t do it!” He threw a hand up before any words got out from his friend. She was dripping wet from the water balloons that had just come hammering down on her. “Then why are you laughing?”

She crossed her arms, and Jackson’s face contorted again into more fits of laughter, “Because whoever did was a genius! Ack-!”

A solid hit to the back of his head shut the giggles up, and now both of them were scowling. “Fine! It was Emmet.” Jackson pointed to the other young man in the room, Kali’s cousin, and pressed his lips together as his friend stepped back.

“I’m not done with you.” She pointed threateningly, and Jackson groaned. “I didn’t do anything!”

Great, now they were all in shit.

#writing prompt #writing #writer #original characters #original story #story writing #storywriting #short story #story writer #writers #tumblr writers