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marlynnofmany · 8 months
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Writing Advice of the Day: dragons make everything better.
Just in case you were wondering.
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willowiswriting · 16 days
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Progress on TFM - Week 1
I'm working on Two for Mirth, a mystery sapphic romantasy standalone, for my (unaffiliated) Camp NaNo project this month. Here's where I'm at on draft 1:
Monday, 4/1: 2,692 words Tuesday, 4/2: 3,742 words Wednesday, 4/3: 0 words (Therapy took up my writing time) Thursday, 4/4: 1,769 words Friday, 4/5: 0 words (Mental health day)
TOTAL: 8,203 words
My goal for the month is 35k, and I'm well on my way to hitting that mark! I did write myself off-course a bit and now I need to re-write a few sections before I keep going, which is slightly frustrating. Somehow my characters just do whatever they want regardless of what I need them to be doing in order to progress the plot, anyone else have that problem? And feel free to reblog and let me know how your progress is going, too, Camp NaNo or otherwise!
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Don't get me wrong, I love this series to death... but each new addition breaks my heart in a different way.
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frostallie · 11 months
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Courage
“Courage, dear heart…” – C.S. Lewis, The Voyage of the Dawn Treader Like many fantasy fans and aspiring writers, I was greatly influenced by C.S. Lewis’s The Chronicles of Narnia as a young reader. My copies of each book are well-worn, having been read cover to cover multiple times over my adolescence. The stories are vivid, the characters beloved, the world-building exceptional. While visiting…
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ladvofthelake · 6 months
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i love writing desperate, enraged knights. those who scream at the sky, covered in dirt and gore and spit, a bloodied sword grasped in one sweaty hand, an item in remembrance of kinder days or the flesh of a friend/lover in the other.
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coffeewritesfiction · 15 days
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Poll time!
Suppose you're reading the back of a book, let's say a fantasy novel, or are listening to a friend talk about it. In this book, the protagonist, who is treated strangely by certain characters, uncovers a picture or portrait of a long dead person. They are identical to this dead, plot relevant person. This is explained to be the reason the other characters treated them so weirdly.
No "I'd need more information" button. This is about your immediate gut instinct as a reader and/or writer of fantasy and its many various subgenres. If you have additional comments, reblog with them!
Hell, if you don't have additional comments, reblog this anyway! Sample size and all that good stuff.
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plotandelegy · 6 months
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The Deep Wells of Magic: Drawing from Timeless and Novel Sources
Hello, and welcome to another one of my incredibly overdue writing guides. Where does the magic pulse from in your fictional world? What energy does your magic user draw forth to complete their spells? Here is a list of classical and somewhat unique magical sources you might use to craft your supernatural system. Remember, the key to originality is being a little twisty and the ability to mash concepts. Okay, maybe the first isn't a determining factor.
Sources:
Geographical landmarks
Celestial Events
Memories
Mythical creatures
Seasonal events
Ancestors
Secrets
Mirrors
Shadows
Dreams
Movements
Heartbeats
Ocean currents
Moonlight
Fragmented thoughts
Music
Echoes
Crystals
Wishes
Mana
Mystical ingredients
Special words
Color
Divine intervention
Relics
Chants
Symbols
Candles
Talismans
Meditation or trance
Sounds and silences
Emotions
Elemental forces
Sacred sites
Amulets
Magic dust
Energy residue
Wind
Weather
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hmdeath · 1 year
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If you're a writer of fantasy, horror, or speculative fiction in general, reblog this! Looking for kindred spirits to follow!
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leiatalon · 17 days
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I've written 155,000 words in my interactive fiction WIP in the last six months! That's a lot of words, and that isn't counting the five other story concepts asking to be written that link into the one I'm telling now.
I found this on a scroll through Twitter today and it made me laugh.
Yes. Yes indeed.
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zmwrites · 2 months
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fellow fantasy writers (who include balls/parties in your fantasy): how do you describe dances? basic footwork? the overall vibe? do you choreograph exactly what's happening? i'm curious how other people handle it!
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mjjune · 3 months
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ABOUT MJ
i'm mj! i write and occasionally give advice
i have a side blog dedicated to my friends' writing and other writing i like. click here. on this blog it is solely my writing.
tag games/ask games always open!
don't mind if minors follow me, but there will be intermittent adult content. interact at your own discretion.
i love: any kind of minority representation, fairytale/myth retellings, platonic soulmates, neurodivergent characters, enemies to [anything], and general torturing and suffering <3
my 2023 year in review
MY WRITING
i write a variety of genres, mostly fantasy. i like to blend genres and strive for diversity. currently i have finished works in urban fantasy, high fantasy, and fairytale retellings.
most of my stories explore complex relationships with gender and sexuality, marginalization/oppression, duty, familial and platonic relationships, nuanced morality, and subverting expectations.
all my wips have a taglist! let me know if you want to be added
WIP MASTERLIST // WIP INTROS // MY BETA ADVICE SERIES
main tags: #mj mumbles #answered #my snippets
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radley-writes · 9 months
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:slaps book: this baby can fit so many footnotes
Introducing my new project (shhhh it's an old project with a new title that I haven't done a proper introductory post for shhhhhhhh)
She Sings The Storm
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Blurb + character profiles under the cut!
Vox and Mavrik want each other dead.
That's hardly surprising, as their species have been at war for centuries and Vox is the storm demon who slaughtered Mavrik’s entire family. They would’ve finished the job if not for a relic of the Drowned Gods, which stripped them of their lightning powers mid-massacre and bound them to the soul of the only survivor. Now, if Vox dies, Mavrik dies too—and vice versa.
The Drowned Gods could revert this. Alas, they all perished a millennia ago, when a great flood banished humanity to flying cities powered by air, wind, and wave. Any answers will be at the Drowned Gods' tomb, within a legendary lost island. Vox and Mavrik embark on an expedition, braving skywaymen and sapient storms, to seek a cure for their curse.
After which they’ll commence with their overdue duel to the death. Obviously.
But they aren't the only ones hunting for the dead deities—or the only ones intent on using the Drowned Gods’ power for their own ends...
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WIP UPDATE!!
Title: Stone
Chapters planned: 45
Chapters written: 24
Page count goal: 350
Current page count: 193
Summary: It’s been two years since Triana’s conquest to take down Christian. Now that he is king, he’s faced with new problems. Nick is on a quest of his own, and it’s up to the cousins to get him through it alive.
The end is closer than you think. I write very fast.
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cherryxsapphic · 5 months
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So, I have a request! (If you don’t like this request idea, you don’t have to write it!)
Marilyn x fem!(can be a student or a teacher)reader, where Marilyn is extremely overprotective over reader. R is used to her pritective nature, but it sometimes goes a bit too far, when Marilyn won’t let r hangout w her friends or go out in a certain outfit. Or when someone tries to hit on r, she would immediately come over and wrap her hand around r’s waist.
So basically just overprotective Marilyn, maybe some angst! You can choose how it goes!
Take your time <3
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This is for the lovely @m1lflov3rrr I am dreadfully sorry that it took me literal months to even put this out, but I do hope you enjoy!!🍒
Also a special thanks to my pookie bear @h-doodles for helping me with this, I couldn't have done this without you!! 🥰
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You were sitting down peacefully in the quad by yourself. Sandwich in hand as you jam out to some music blaring through your earbuds, bobbing your head slightly to the rhythm when you suddenly feel a sharp fingernail aggressively tapping your right shoulder. You jumped slightly at the sudden interruption, whipping your head towards the person in question, setting them with an annoyed look only to soften when you realized it was just Enid, Enid Sinclair, the local colorful werewolf. You take a moment to pause your music and pull out your earbuds, setting them down gently on the table alongside your forgotten sandwich. Spinning your body around the school bench, finally giving the very excited wolf your full attention, looking up at her from your seated position, you give her a sheepish smile before speaking.
“Sorry, Enid! I was so caught up in my music that I didn’t notice you there!”  
"I know, silly! You've been hard to see around these past few weeks, so I just HAD to come over."
"I got busy…" You fight to keep your blush down as you think of what, or more accurately, who exactly got you busy. "My schoolwork has been slipping, so I asked a few teachers for extra work." You say, to cover it up.
Enid nods, understanding. Being a student with academic achievements, she often saw you poring over textbooks in the library OR trailing after your teachers for extra lessons during your free time, orders from your strict parents who monitored your progress over your head. “Well,” she starts, clasping her hands together. “Me and the girls have missed you a lot, so I wondered if you were free tonight?”
Guilt seeps into your bones when you hear the hope in her tone. You have been neglecting your friends and a dark whisper inside your brain–
“I suppose I’ve pestered our teachers enough, and I just finished passing the latest exam, so… I guess I'm free." 
“Yayyy!!!” Enid does a little happy dance before lifting you for a hug. You shouldn’t be surprised by the excitable werewolf’s strength, but you gasp a bit anyway. “We’re going to a party in the woods tonight; you HAVE to come!" 
When she finally puts you down, you sigh and shake your head. “The woods? Enid, you know Weems banned us from going there, right?”
“Don’t worry; the party is located somewhere TOTALLY safe—”
“Hey, girlies!” you stifle a scream when a cold hand suddenly touches your back. “Finally caught us a live one, huh?”
“Haha, hilarious, Tanaka.” your tone dripping with sarcasm as you turn around to give the vampire a playful slap on the hand.
“Don’t start. You’re going to the party, and I’m going to your dorm later to ensure you’re dressed right.”
“I haven’t said yes yet!”
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And here you are in your dorm room, contemplating your life choices before sighing, putting on something comfortable, and grabbing your comfort jacket that belongs to Marilyn. You put the coat to your nose and breathe in her wavering scent, wishing you were with her instead of going to this stupid forest party. Falling on your bed, you bend over clumsily, grabbing your shoes off the ground and putting them on as you were just finishing tying your shoes—
Yoko and the FUCKING Scooby gang burst into your room like a pile of rats searching for cheese. 
“Girliepop, you’re not wearing THAT to the party, right?” Yoko asked, looking you up and down.
While holding Mari's jacket, you looked down at your black jeans, red Converse, and a favorite baggy shirt. Then back to Yoko, who opened your closet and rifled through your clothes while Enid talked animatedly to a sulking Wednesday.
“What’s wrong with my outfit?”
Yoko pointedly looks at you and pulls out a short, skimpy dress. You blush as you remember Marilyn telling you it was a dress for her eyes only and that you would never wear it out. “You’re simply holding out on us, omg.”
"Yeah, the party's in the woods, so that's a hard NO on wearing that one!"
"Oh come on, what's the point of having that snack of a body if you aren't gonna use the right wrappers?"
"Listen, my tits spill out in one move in that one, and I'd rather die than return it to the store because of anxiety, so you can just. Pick another one… please?"
Yoko pouts but acquiesces to your pleading. Flipping through some more, she finds a similar-looking skimpy dress, but a little longer than you were confident you'd make out with your dignity half-intact.
"Here."
"Oooh!" Enid moves over, done pestering Wednesday for the moment, and oohs and ahs over the dress before starting again. "Pair it with the heeled boots, and wear tights if you're concerned about the cold."
"I mean. I'm bringing along this jacket, but why heeled boots—”
“Because we said so. Now hop to it.”
Throwing your hands up, you take the new outfit and walk to your bathroom to change. 
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The party in the woods was in full swing, the rhythmic beat of music mingling with the laughter and chatter of the gathered crowd. Strings of fairy lights adorned the trees, casting a warm, enchanting glow over the makeshift dance floor. Enid, the excitable werewolf, led the charge in festivities, dragging you into the heart of the celebration.
As the night unfolded, the atmosphere grew electric, the energy contagious. You found yourself dancing with newfound friends, the pulsating music drowning out any lingering doubts. However, the borrowed outfit — a compromise between your comfort and the party's expectations — seemed to attract more attention than you anticipated.
Yoko, the lively vampire, strutted over, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Girl, you're the life of the party! Everyone's talking about that dress!"
You blushed, feeling both flattered and self-conscious. The beats throbbed louder, urging you to lose yourself in the music, and you obliged, dancing away the concerns that nagged at the edges of your mind.
But as the night wore on, a discordant note disrupted the harmony. The distant growls of the creature you encountered earlier echoed through the trees, casting a shadow over the revelry. The carefree atmosphere shifted, and hushed whispers spread through the crowd like wildfire.
Enid, always exuberant, tried to downplay the unease. "Guys, it's probably just some forest critter. Don't let it ruin the party!"
Yet, the anxiety lingered, and a subtle tension threaded its way through the crowd. The music played on, but the once carefree dancing took on a more cautious rhythm.
Suddenly, the distant growls escalated into a deafening roar, and panic rippled through the partygoers. People scattered in all directions, the fairy lights casting eerie shadows as they dashed for cover.
Enid grabbed your arm, eyes wide with fear. "We need to get back to the school—now!"
Chaos ensued as the revelry devolved into a frenzied scramble. The once lively dance floor transformed into a chaotic scene of stumbling figures, their laughter replaced by shouts of panic.
As you ran back toward the safety of Nevermore, you couldn't shake the feeling that the creature's pursuit was closing in. The enchanted woods, once a backdrop for joyous gatherings, now harbored an ominous threat.
The party had taken a turn no one expected, leaving a trail of chaos in its wake. In the midst of the pandemonium, you yearned for the familiar embrace of Marilyn's jacket, a reminder of comfort amid the unforeseen disaster that had unfolded in the enchanted night.
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‘I’m going to die. I’m going to fucking die, and it’s MY fault.’ I scream inside my head while I dart left and right through the trees. Protip: do not wear heels when going into the woods. Scratch that. Trust no one except Mari. Everyone is dumb EXCEPT Mari, especially when they say the woods are safe, there is NO monster, and you’re going to have SUCH a good time.
I could’ve enjoyed a nice cuddling session with Mari if I just stayed in bed and waited for her like usual, but no. I had to let myself get guilted and dragged to this party in these stupid heels and dress, and now I’m being chased by a BEAST, and I don’t even have my phone to give Mommy my goodbyes!’ 
The monster roars somewhere closer behind me, and I feel like I will have a HEART ATTACK! But I'll be fine once I get to the school, and look, there's the Hogwarts-looking building right there. So I just keep running. Thinking I'll be okay, my dumbass trips over a branch, and suddenly, I just want to give up. I feel like those dumb girls in those low-budget horror films.
As you scramble to your feet, panic gripping you like a vice, you hear the menacing growls of the pursuing creature drawing near. Adrenaline courses through your veins as you sprint toward the safety of the school building, your heels abandoned in the unforgiving underbrush.
The imposing silhouette of Nevermore looms ahead, a beacon of hope in the darkness. The monster's roars reverberate through the trees, pushing you to run faster, your breaths coming in ragged gasps.
Just when you think the creature is on the verge of catching you, the school's entrance comes into view. You burst through the doors, heart pounding, and slam them shut behind you, momentarily cutting off the creature's menacing sounds.
Safe within the confines of the school, you lean against the door, catching your breath. The echo of your heartbeats seems to drown out the lingering fear. The school hallway stretches before you, the familiar surroundings offering a stark contrast to the perilous adventure you just survived.
As you compose yourself, you realize that the night took an unexpected turn, and your friends might not have been entirely truthful about the safety of the woods. Thoughts of Marilyn flood your mind, and a profound longing for the comfort of her presence washes over you.
You decide to retreat to the quietude of your dorm room, shedding the borrowed outfit and slipping into the familiar warmth of Marilyn's jacket. The scent provides solace, grounding you in the reality that, despite the night's chaos, you are safe within the walls of Nevermore.
Reflecting on the events, you vow to prioritize your own well-being and not succumb to peer pressure. As you drift into a contemplative state, you can't help but yearn for the simplicity of sharing a peaceful moment with Marilyn, free from the chaos that lurks beyond the safety of Nevermore's embrace. 
To be continued…
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Sorry for the lack of Marilyn in this chapter but don't worry there will be more in part 2, if y'all want a part 2 you that is?? 🤭
Tags: @s1nful-sa1nt @sssappling2004 @marilynthornhill @proton-selfships @philip-15 @luucyyyy (and anyone else who wants to be tagged ♡)
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literary-tori · 1 year
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Hello!
I am in dire need of some people to follow in the tags below. I am starting to write my own fantasy novel and it would be lovely to have some others to lean on
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willowiswriting · 2 months
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How to Keep Dialogue Snappy and Concise
Dialogue is my FAVORITE way to let my characters really shine. Here are some ways to improve your dialogue if you find it lacking in your first draft.
Cut the fat: All dialogue should have a purpose. It should move the scene along and/or reveal something to the reader. Make sure that all of your dialogue starts pretty close to the point of the conversation. Remember that readers are smart, and they don't need a ton of build-up to understand what the characters are talking about.
Choose the right characters: Sometimes, a conversation that reveals something vital might be better had between different characters. It's having your hot-headed character jump in with exposition, as opposed to having two calmer side characters slowly build up exposition over the course of a page.
Interrupt, interrupt, interrupt: Action does a great job at both keeping readers "in" the scene, and breaking up dialogue so it doesn't feel like a slog. Make sure your characters are doing something. Even if they have nothing to do, they can lean, shift their weight, take steps forward or back, and a host of other small actions that characterize them and break up dialogue.
Adverbs: I am one of those people who thinks that adverbs can be used sparingly. But if you overuse them, you end up in the "telling" region, rather than the "showing" one. Make sure you cut those out and use action to show that Ben is sad, or that Fiona sighed softly.
Vary the length of lines: Keep some lines shorter and some longer. This will help with rhythm and flow. It's a hard skill to master, but I recommend reading your lines out loud, and you'll start to get a feel for what you need to change.
Characters should sound different from each other: Now just in the words they choose to use, but in dialect, unique vocabulary, and who they are talking to. Different characters may speak differently depending on who they're with. Keep this in mind as you write your characters. It may even be helpful to draw out a map where you define how your characters speak differently to each other.
Characters need their own agendas: "Why are you telling me this?" should be a question you ask yourself every time you write some dialogue. What does this piece of dialogue serve to do for the character, and does that purpose align with the plot you have written for that particular character?
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