#writer post

[navybrat817]

Not a kink/trope/AU you like? Don't read.

Not your favorite character or ship? Don't read.

Not a genre for you? Don't read.

Don't like? Don't read.

Don't hate on writers for sharing their creativity.

#navybrat rambles #text #text post #writer text #writer post #writing text #writing post #writer psa #psa #don't like don't read #don't like don't follow #head the warnings #scroll on by #don't send hate #don't be an askhole #courtesy of threeminutesoflife

[reikoknshii]

Current to-do list (These are requests from my wattpad)

-pt.2 scarlet milk

-stucked in the elevator (Kind of dating Francis Mosses)

-Shy reader x Francis Mosses

-Male reader x Francis Mosses

-mister big smiley guy Izaack Gauss x Reader fluff

Y'all are crazy for Francis 😭 (same) , but to avoid me being burnt out lets request some of the residents that ill gladly do;

💋 Izaack Gauss

💖 Elenois and Selenne

💌 Nacha Mikaelys

(List will be updated soon)

#francis mosses #thats not my neighbor #that's not my neighbor #the milkman #tnmn #themilkman #milkman #writer post #post #x reader

[offbranddrpepsi]

Fuck Matt Mullenweg. All my friends hate Matt Mullenweg

#writer post #fuck you matt #Tumblr #196 #r/196 #transgender #trans #this will effect the trout population #transfem

[lady-phasma]

Hoping to post a few things this weekend. I'm so excited that I have three Feyd requests. Plus I want to write more of my Dornish!readers. I just need more hours in a day 😩

#writer post #fan fic writing #txt post #fanfic writing

[ghost-kid-kieran]

//some drawings for a few ideas I had for an April Fool's event.

Unfortunately I won't be able to do one :( I have an appointment today.

Also didn't help I couldn't decide what to do.

#//I wish I could do something but alas #//maybe there will be next year #//but my interests may have juggled by then #//I had a lot of fun with the last two even if making them took longer since I spent more time looking at references #Mod post #Writer post #Mod art

[im-a-sentient-magic-carpet]

Here, have some search history:

1. Why is my blood pumping so hard I was literally just painting

2. Big red chicken squeak

3. Worm bandaid

4. What’s that disorder where you have to write down thoughts to process things properly.

5. Can you use your arm if it’s dislocated at the shoulder

6. What’s a thing that everyone knows isn’t true

7. What’s a thing that everyone knows is true

8. What’s the other name for black death

#search history #writer things #author things #writer problems #author problems #author post #writers on tumblr #writer post #author search history

[anomalous-artist]

When your own characters become your blorbos and you wanna talk about them but you have yet to write the thing so nobody else knows about them aaaaaaa

#writing #writers on tumblr #writers #writeblr #writerscommunity #writer things #writer post

[ali-r3n]

Writer’s Block, but instead of not being able to come up with an idea, you can’t come up with the words

#writer woes #writer post #writers of tumblr #fanfic writer #fanfic writing #fanfiction writer #fanfiction woes #writer memes

[selfiesforalgernon]

Chekhov's elaborate interior design: trope that is the opposite of Chekhov's gun, where the author decides to pad out the book with inane fucking paragraphs describing in detail the decor of the room the character is in... leading absolutely nowhere, attempting and failing at giving a strong sense of atmosphere, really just a complete waste of fucking time that when you realize it your eyes glaze over and you find, while skimming that yeah this whole paragraph about the audience hall somehow never got edited out of the final draft of the fucking book, incredible

#bookposting #sorry just reading Children of Dune and I do love the series but this is my least favorite thing that any writer does #I'm sure it has an official name lol #writer post

[navybrat817]

#navybrat polls #word count #reader post #writer post #one shot

[reikoknshii]

I am currently working on a Request from wattpad about Francis Doppelganger oneshot stay tuned ❤🥛

#thats not my neighbor #that's not my neighbor milkman #tnmn #francis mosses #francismosses #the milkman #milkman #writer post #request

[offbranddrpepsi]

I come off hiatus to push an agenda and that is: Read Legend born by Tracy Deon. Its the YA book so many people need and so many people deserve. A beautiful take of the tale of Arthur in a modern day setting touching on racism as well as the strength it takes to be the first and the weight that comes with having a voice.

Also its like the only media that does a love triangle well IMO.

#legendborn #bookblr #valorant #writer post #please read it ;_; it legit changed my life #fanfic writing #fanfiction #im just placing tags i normally use so my people see it sorry #valorant x reader

[elwenyere]

I was tagged by @cabezadeperro to talk about five things you might find in my stories (thank you so much for the tag!!!).

1. Playing around with time. I love temporal shenanigans and memory-related plot fuckery and 5+1 times and characters who can’t afford to look back and/or forward or it all might fall apart. 

2. Yearning. I think even my established-relationship fics tend to be pretty heavy on the yearning, because I’m really drawn to the Big Yearning: the way an acquaintance with loss sharpens our attention to presence. 

3. HANDS. So many fucking descriptions of hands. A lot of intimacy is in the hands for me, and I can’t stop writing about it.

4. Metaphors and similes. I do actually try to cut some of these during revision, because I can get very carried away with it, but I love trying to find figurative language to represent experiences that might otherwise feel hard to put into words (like physical pain) or that I write about so often that I need to find ways to keep them fresh and crunchy for myself (like kisses and moments of fear and pangs of longing).

5. Someone going to medical. I love these characters, and the way I express that love is by throwing them around a little bit so that their beloved can touch them with strong and gentle hands (see 2 and 3). 

This was a really fun one, and open tags for anyone who would like to play! @ me with your five things, friends. <3<3<3

#tag games #writer post #thank you maría!!! #feel free to jump in beloveds

[lady-phasma]

I wish I had external accountability for my writing. It would be nice if I didn't procrastinate on the things I enjoy.

#auntie prattles #txt #writer post #fanfiction

[lordhelpme0-0]

Goretober 2022

TW: blood mention, gore(?), violent coughing, it’s Halloween and I’m running out….

Fandom: ???

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Silence…that was only the very thing I heard. The creaks echoed across the floorboard. Winds shuttering past as howls, delusional they were, roamed the wind. Coursing chills as I fainted forward. With one thing, and one thing on my very meek mind.

Huddling close, I shifted my coat closer. Eyes darting left and right like a prey about to be pounced. Hurrying my steps, dashing across quickly the old croaking home. Trees quickly slammed again…again…and again towards the window sill.

I turned left, or was it right? Hurry! Hurry you disposable dimwit! Hesitating as I stopped before a wooden door. It very presence looked before me, making me feel small…meek.

I shakily touched the bars that will show my very fate. Was it the right one? Yes, yes it was. I wasn’t so sure, nor can I actually see the very light of sureness.

Open it goes, the aching creak pitched with each decibels. Seconds ticked by, but felt as if my every move is counted by time.

My breath ran ragged, holding in and ushering out. A panting mad dog I sounded. A panting…mad…dog.

That’s what they all said, mind cursed to madness. Thrown to the slums and suffering in the rays of torment. I stopped my on slew of pessimistic thoughts. Thoughts they were, tinkering with one mind. I blinked, before heaving a relief.

A relief that will be gone. Gone in seconds I say. I limped, drenched in adrenaline and sweat. Hands shaking, with veins running deep…so deep that I can see bones. My frail fingers grasp the bottle. Except, I was too late.

Times stopped, stopped it was. No..no..no, no, NO! A timer went off, courses of laughter. Haunting me, sneering at me, and speaking horrible things. My tiny follicles of hair pricked up in alert, my breathing shuddered, and shaking.

“..no…No..NO! Please…!!”

A plea that is swept by the wind, never seen. Never heard. My breathing exhilarated. Hearts quicken in pace, vision blurry. I can see patches…but not clear. Red and black…to red and black…again..AGAIN.

Drips, blood drips. I stopped, trying to focus my breathing. Before coughing madly, the chants and chorus rings. Laughter grown led.

Drip.

Drip.

“Mad dog~! Mad DOG!”

The voices distorted, chanting the same thing. Something salty was tasted, but I was heaving. Crippling on the floor as I gasped for air. I blinked, tears streaming down. I hacked, more so than I thought. The pain convulsed within me, not letting me breath.

Drip.

Drip.

Small puddles of blood formed, i shakily looked down. Keeling over as my head meets the floor with a bang. I choked, foam forming in the mouth.

The wretched curse, chanting, and ringing growled louder and stronger with seconds passing. My nose, drooling with blood red. Streaming like the River of hell and the fire of death.

Red and black. Red and black. Red. Black. Red and finally on black. I hacked more, dripping blood from my nose. The pain in my chest grew bigger. Like thorns of roses pricking the lungs.

Blood, blood was running out. Running out from the entry of life.

Drip.

Drip.

Then everything was black. Pitched black. Dark. Dark with nothing. I felt nothing. The curse itself, will haunt me to every life I take. Dark…black….red.

“Mom! Some guy died in a abandoned mansion!” A small little boy, blonde eyes with pearly teeth stumble towards a woman. She bent down smiling, “darling, what nonsense did you hear it from?” He frowned, “the news! It’s everywhere!” The woman frowned.

“Is that so? We’ll go clean your room darling. I’ll meet you in a moment.” The boy smiled, dashed off before she can say anything. Laughing quietly, she put down her knife, washed her hand, and quickly turned on the television.

“Apparently today, a old man who escaped the psych was found dead 2 months later in the Mansion of St. Abbot 546 at the small county Harveston.” The woman continued, “no one knows for sure, but the man may have had a strange death. There was speculations of a stroke, heart attack, or cancer. Except none of the symptoms showed.”

The woman frowned, leaning down to sit on the couch. Quiet, with a father clock ticking each seconds.

“He was found, head down. His nose was continually bleeding. Having looked like a hobo. It was Alexander Gino Wester, a man diagnosed as schizophrenic or mentally brain damaged.”

Before the reporters continued. The woman shut off the television. Her face shaking, losing color as if to faint.

With each breath heaving out, the woman shakily stood up. Her hand grasping touching her lips in fear. “no…no..nononono—!”

Quickly rushing up to her son, where he laid dead. Nose ridden in blood, keeled over…head first.

“XAVIER!!!” The woman broken in hysterics as she ran to her passed son.

Eyes red, checking her son over and over. Wishing, in denial, and grief. “Xavier! Xavier, my baby! Please, honey! PLEASE!”

She cried, weeping over the boy who bleeder from the very entry of life. To this very day, the curse still looms over the family line.

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A/n: sorry if it’s short or rushed. Hope you all enjoyed reading this. As I’m rushing to get the prompts done lol. Anyway, I’ll tagged my friends who love gore cause yes. Also needs feedback lol.

Tags: @spoopy-fish-writes @sange-de-romane @evilquartett @a-chaotic-dumbass @mlk082 @vio-simps-for-purple-characters @ren-vv

#goretober #goretober 2022 #written prompt #goretober prompt #nosebleed #gore? #horror #curse #writer post #creative writing

[sergeant-spoons]

quick update

hello my lovelies ~

I know I've been a bit sporadic/absent with updates recently, and unfortunately, that trend is going to continue through the rest of February - I seem to have a million things on my plate and no time or energy whatsoever for writing. I'll write and update when I can - hopefully once a week-ish - but once March rolls around I'll have much more time and will be back to writing in full force!

expect many overdue updates once I'll run the trial of fire that is this February 😅💕

#writer post #about me #not quite a hiatus #update