Writing - Blog Posts
Me when I'm writing a chapter in my story and the autocorrect suddenly spits out an idea infinitely better than my original one: ho ho ho I'm so smort :3
Being a writer and an introvert at the same time is a wild combo because my brain can dish out dialogue all day, but when I have to talk to someone It's like- Sorry, the word factory is closed right now. Come back in a few years then we'll make you that perfect comeback to the current conversation.
No, not the conversation that will be happening then, this one right now.
When your fanfic fits the tiny details and nuances of the original work but it was on accident
Me whenever I write these days: Here I go traumatizing my poor OCs again!
My writer friend said that that this is accurate
Am i the only one who hates reader inserts? Like I read this cause I wanna escape the problems in my life, not have to envision myself having a spectacular variety of other fucked up problems!
Temples are built for gods. Knowing this a farmer builds a small temple to see what kind of god turns up.
parental homestuck fanfic?
you should check out my writing on ao3 its kinda cute idk heres a sneak peek >w<
“That was hell. Remind me to never take the elevator ever again, will you?” He rhetorically asked the baby, who was too distracted with the passing cars and loud sounds of the city. He looked at Dirk expectantly. “We really need to get you a name, lil dude. You can’t be ‘Mini Strider’ forever.” He looked around, attempting to get some sort of inspiration, the little Strider copying him. They finally reached the local convenience store, grimacing. “I don’t plan on naming you after a can of soup, but it might happen, man.” The baby replied with some babble, holding onto his glasses. Entering the store, it was plenty cooler than the air outside. The baby giggled at the bug-repellent air barrier. So easily entertained. The two of them waded around the store, looking at baby-safe foods, toys, and fighting over the fact the infant can’t just grab things off the shelf, no, put that down, stop it, you can’t even eat those yet you greedy, grubby monster. Dirk eventually found the perfect item- a baby carrier he could just buckle around his chest. Absolutely perfect. He can use both arms while also carrying the child. Amazing how technology has come so far. He picked up the small box, offering it to the child as a trade for the…. Popcorn? He picked up off the shelf. The infant was happy with this trade, chewing on the corner of the box. “Hungry, ain’t we? We can go somewhere when we’re headed home.” The baby returned a happy sound. They waited in line for the cashier, Dirk quietly humming a tune to a song he had heard recently, title and artist unknown. He swayed side to side with the babe, bouncing him as he giggled and snorted with the temporary entertainment. He stopped when they reached the register, putting the items on the counter for them to be scanned. The person at the counter was a troll- the grey skin and tricolored horns a prominent feature- which wasn’t uncommon for this area. Dirk dug in the back of his mind, reminded of when Roxy had told him about a select few passively living on Earth with humans. The baby stared through his sunglasses, grumbling some sort of strung together sentence to the troll. The stranger smiled, sharper teeth exposed, waving softly at the infant. “ThVt’s Vn VdorVble wiggler. Is it yovrs?” Dirk shrugged. “I guess he is now.” They both paused awkwardly, the troll handing over the two plastic bags of whatever baby supplies was bought. Eventually, the troll cleared their throat, stating their trained phrase. “ThVnk yov for purchVsing, come VgVin soon.” This led to Dirk grabbing the bags and nodding, a silent sign of goodbye. The baby turned still, looking over his shoulder to stare at the troll some more. They walked down the sidewalk, Dirk shuffling the three things around so his arms wouldn’t get sore, sighing as he eyed the smaller shops. “You shouldn’t stare, man. It’s considered rude.” The baby retorted with another babble, probably complaining. Dirk only smiled faintly, turning into a local cafe.
>This story involves dark themes, gorey mental imagery, and general bad thingymabobs. You have been warned, bitch.<
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Ethan laughed to himself, watching his boyfriends from across the boathouse's kitchen. They made him so happy, did he really deserve them? No, did they really deserve him, a sad, mopey man? He saw them together alot lately, not because of how small the boathouse was. Did they not like him anymore? Nick would usually be all over him, now he was only over by James, hugging his arm and not saying anything. No flirting, no complements, nothing.
He made himself to the roof-thing they made together, the slightly moldy wood being soft to the touch and right under the stars. He thought of all kinds of things to himself, not noticing the two others joining him. It was a quiet night, he had his eyes closed and his hands above him, and his lovers next to him. They laid close next to him, sandwiching him with love. They said sweet things, assuring him that they loved him and that they would never separate. The boat rocked slowly.
Soon after, they all were asleep. Well, not that long. Ethan woke to Nick barely holding James on the edge, sharp rocks right under him. He couldn't make out what they were saying, it was pure panic throughout them all. He rushed over to them, failing by the smallest of a second, the strict waves pulling both Nick and James into the rocky water.
He screamed out for them, not seeing any remains or either of them appearing out of the water surface. Then he saw it. The black fins, one of the worst apex predators of the ocean. He didn't realize they were so far out, not far enough to reach orca territory. He couldn't breathe, his heart stopping and praying to his wish of a god for them to be okay. The panicked man jumped into the clear stinging water. He felt the harsh killer whales push against him, but he wanted to find them. He needed to find his only reason to be on the water, on the earth, here. He reached the surface, taking another breath before noticing an arm, diving back in to get it, hoping there was a body attached.
He pulled the hand out of the water, James gasping for air as he was revealed from under it. Ethan's tears staining his face out of fear, he held onto James tightly, he was pale. It was just because of the lack of oxygen, probably. He pulled James onto the boat, realizing he was holding a passed out Nick barely poking out of the water. They were alive. They were all together, on the boat. Well...mostly. The orcas tossed the water around them, James helping Nick with the gash on his face from the rocks. Ethan looked at them, the damage setting in. James lost his leg and had been bitten in the side. Nick's face had a huge hole in it, you could see the bone right under his eye and blood over his weakly dyed teal hair.
That's why he was so pale. James collapsed, losing too much blood. Ethan held him up, making sure he wouldn't land on Nick. He somehow managed to pull both of them inside, tending to them as best he could with their lack of supplies. He then immediately went to steer them out of the rocks and whales.
They were free. They were fine now. It was all okay.
Ethan woke up on the roof, gasping for air. Where were they?
He heard them, talking and laughing in the lower level. Of course, it was just a dream. Nothing bad had really happened. "Hey, how....how are you both? Feeling okay?" He questioned, having made his way to their seats. The area went quiet, him looking at them. "What, is it that weird for me to ask that? Haha." They smiled, James standing up first. "It's okay now, Ethan." Nick nodded, kissing his cheek.
"You can let us go now."
Ethan stood there, looking at the two rotting bodies at his dinner table. He laughed. "Nice one guys, now, what do you want for lunch? Hotdogs?" He went to prepare more food, the flies rushing out of his way from the older food on the table. The boathouse was a mess, blood dripping from the seats. Rotting food everywhere, leftovers from Nick and James.
"You guys are really picky lately."
silly little story that was in my drafts that I just posted un edited and with Midoriya’s name spelt like midoryia for most of it
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How does one format a character essay on this site?
“You’re Not a Good Writer.”
I once received a DM comprised of just that sentence. Nothing else. No constructive criticism or any reason as to why this person clearly agreed with my own view of myself.
For someone who has never told anyone in their real life that they write anything, reading something like this from an anonymous user only solidified in my mind the fact that this person was right.
I’m not a good writer.
After an embarrassing amount of minutes passed, in which I thought about deleting every story I ever posted, I decided to delete the message instead. Unfortunately, that didn’t mean I could delete the feelings it caused or change the fact that I’m not a good writer.
Two weeks went by and I didn’t write anything, let alone post. Then I received a comment on a story I had posted three years prior, one I’d written after a death in our family. The comment read, “Thank you for sharing this heartfelt story. I really needed this. I just lost my mom and this really got me today.”
I stopped thinking about being a good writer after that. I thought instead, “what if I had deleted my stories and that one person three years later hadn’t read it that day?”
Here’s what I realized: no one is a good writer.
Good means to be approved of, but stories aren’t created from approval. They’re built from life experiences, feelings, and emotions Therefore, the impact of anyone’s story isn’t good or bad. It’s a million other things.
Heartfelt.
Sad.
Funny.
Inspiring.
Romantic.
So to all the story writers out there, hold your head up, write what is in your heart, and never doubt that there isn’t at least one person out there that needs to read your story.
So, no.
We’re not good writers, but why would we want to be?
contemplating whether it is worth my time to rewrite the entirety of Red, White, and Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston as a radioapple fic.
Writing Advice
If you want to include dark subjects and/or difficult topics in your writing (character death, addiction, mental health, SA, abuse, etc.) then you have to dive into the consequences of the topic - never shove it into the story just for the sake of drama, stakes, audience retention, or whatever other reason that doesn't have to do with the story itself.
To use one of the "lighter" examples here, let's so you decide to kill of a character - for the sake of simplicity let's call this character A. Now that they're dead, how does A's absence affect the story? How do other characters feel and cope with A's death? Who's grieves and morons A? Who's denying that A is even gone? Who's numbed and confused about A's death? Who's happy about A being gone? How long does it take for everyone to settle into a new normal without A? What does this new normal look like for them? What makes A's death actually important instead of a background character that no one would notice is gone?
These are all very important questions to ask if you're going to kill of a character, with each piece making the characters feel more alive and making A's death have actual weight behind it. To ignore these questions, leads to a flat world with characters who feel inhuman for how they can move on form the ultimate end and A's death feeling unimportant and something you'd only remember when looking over a wiki. This also means having characters die at the end of the story a half-assed choice. Don't get me wrong, it can still work if handled well - one way to handle this well is focusing completely on character reaction instead of the long running consequences. It's just that many times I've seen characters dying at the end of the story is just to ramp up the stakes, so their death isn't lingered on for long enough for it to feel like it has any importance other than being recognizable characters being the ones dying.
This advice runs true for all examples of dark subjects and difficult topics. You can't just have traumatizing things happen to characters and then not bother to look into the permeant ramifications of that trauma, along with just saying a character has a mental illness, not bothering to research the mental illness, and instead show only a stereotype of a mentally ill person. Not properly showing the consequences makes the world feel flat, the audience feel bored or annoyed, and worst-case scenario cause legitimate harm to those engaging with your work.
This is a rather common mistakes for first time writers to make, they tend not to fully think about the consequences of certain scenes and how it will permanently affect the story. If you've made this mistake before then that's absolutely okay, just remember to ask these impotent questions in the future.
Okay, fair warning, this last paragraph as less to do with actual advice and more me complaining about this mistake happening on a professional level even though if you've been in this creative field long enough to make it into a career you should know better by then. Okay? Okay.
But, and this is what led to me thinking over all this stuff and wanting to give out this advice to the world, this is also a common mistake made by middle aged or older men who are professionals in their creative field to make towards female characters and the topic of SA. I think this mistake stems from these producers/writers viewing SA as a "female trauma" (incorrect but you can't expect much of these dudes), so if they have a female character that they need to give trauma they'll just go with SA and not care about the long terms ramifications. Meanwhile male characters get family death, commonly his wife and/or child[ren], as their main trauma and it's still not treated with much respect - it's mostly just treated as the motive for why the male character is doing what he's doing and the dead wife and/or child[ren] are never shown having a life or personality of their own that would really make their death feel like a tragedy outside of the relationship with the male character, which is a disservice to the character(s). If you're going to make a character, or multiple characters, someone's whole motive then you should at least try and get us to care about the character on their own.
reblog if you believe fanfics are as valid as books that were published and sold by authors who write as their main careers. I'm trying to prove a point
This is the magic lucky word count. Reblog for creativity juice. It might even work, who knows.
I forgot that was something you could do
I just think bookbinding is cool, stop asking questions…
I've seen fics where character A tries to tell character B they're a werewolf, and B ends up thinking A is a furry.
But what about B thinking A is on their period? If A is afab, that works. But if A is amab, you could really get into some major hijinks with B ending up thinking A is trans.
It's that whole "that time of the month" thing. Peak cinema to me.
Every two weeks, I'm about to start writing lethal fics
writers and artists getting hit with a new creative hyper-fixation that's about to take over their life
This is a very personal take, but I absolutely hate the words "muscles" and "rippling" put next to each other. I know it's commonly used, I know muscles can ripple, but it squeeges me tf out to describe anyone's muscles as rippling under their skin like they've got an alien inside of them.
As a writer I need everyone to know that whenever I write "exchanged glances" my intent is this
announcement
hey everyone !! i decided to change up a few things on this account, so allow me to explain.
my username is now "littleshopofk-pop" but i won't drop the whole m00ncave thing. the m00ncave is the name for this safe space; a safe space for you and especially me, in which the littleshopofk-pop is located.
m00ncave productions is the company inside our safe space that is behind all of the works and makes the posters for the netflix adaptions. the littleshopofk-pop is the one bringing them to you; aka this account.
as i previously said in my introduction, i want to use this account to share my love for kpop, writing, and picture editing with you while also connecting to people that have the same interests.
at the same time, i want to provide a safe space to those who don't feel accepted for liking these things, because most people don't understand why we like kpop but fuck those people, we have each other and we can all come together here in the m00ncave.
so, feel free to join me on my journey and never forget that there is always space for you.
when you first arrive, i will make sure to find a suitable housing for you while you can stay at the shop and have some snacks and a drink, i'm sure you had a long way here ^^
you can decide to live in the smut, angst, or fluff district and according to your interest one of the neighborhoods named in my introduction under "groups in my contact list". of course, we can also look for a place to stay in a suburb where multiple neighborhoods come together.
and if you want to subscribe to notifications, it would be greatly appreciated, you just have to make sure to regularly have a look at your post box. and i can also add you to the tag list, so you will quickly find out when a new work matches your interests. just send a message to the post office and i will gladly do it for u ^^
I am constantly dragging my sister into long-ass phone calls and cornering her at family dinners.
She is the wall at which I throw things to see what sticks or, even better, what bounces back with improvements made
the most powerful writing tool is actually Brainstorming With The Girls
I am not taking this seriously
Sometimes you need to outline a whole ass fantasy novel in a single day instead of dealing with your feelings
Sometimes you need to outline a whole ass fantasy novel in a single day instead of dealing with your feelings
Just finished an entire chapter-by-chapter outline in one day, I need a shot and a burrito