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hollowtreesinhollowwoods · 2 years

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My brain at this current moment

#not whump

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hollowtreesinhollowwoods · 2 years

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some writer snob somewhere: Do not start sentences with But or And because doing so is grammatically incorrect.

me, writing my fic: But I don’t care. And you can’t stop me.

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hollowtreesinhollowwoods · 2 years

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Mad respect for this woman. I hope she can help people out with their concerns!

You don’t say.

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hollowtreesinhollowwoods · 2 years

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Not Brie

CW: emeto, gore, fever

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Normally, with the sound of gentle birdsong and a shady, quiet garden, Arinn would be at peace. The damp, cool earth was fresh from rain, but not muddy. Spots of sunlight fell on the sad hobbling figure who's biggest concern was the fact that she was trailing blood through a stranger’s beautiful yard.

Well, that, and the fact that she’d nearly bled to death.

Arinn dragged in a shallow, labored breath, the floral scent doing little to calm the adrenaline in her system. One arm was clamped around her stomach, struggling to stifle the flow of blood from a deep gash. The other was making a feeble attempt to balance herself out. Her body was smattered with cuts and bruises, all screaming with pain.

Arinn sucked in another breath. Almost there, almost there. She felt terrible for dripping blood all over the path, and as she took another step--

Oh no, I'm going to step on the flowers, I'm going to--

Arinn staggered, narrowly missing the bed of delicate chamomile, and in the process, fell hard on her side with a pained gasp. Her vision went white as she hit the ground, and a wave of nausea rolled over her. Her lips parted to let out a weak groan.

Through the dim consciousness she retained, Arinn thought she could hear footsteps. Her glazed-over eyes wandered to the flowers she’d narrowly missed. She liked chamomile, especially in tea, so she'd hate to ruin a whole batch like that... In her delusion, her mouth twitched with a small smile of relief. Then the pain spiked up again in reminder and it shifted to a grimace as she whined.

She heard a voice now. A voice... Before she'd been uncertain but this had to mean... Unless she was hallucinating it... Was someone coming? Was someone coming to help? It was Brie. Brie was coming, and she was going to be okay.

“...help...” Arinn croaked as she heard the footsteps come closer. “...Brie... h’lp...”

The voice pitched upwards, got louder. A hand came to her side and turned her over. Arinn groaned again as another wave of pain spread out from her stomach. She felt sick.

“...be okay. I’ll help...don’t worr... gonna be alright,” the voice faded in and out, and a hand brushed Arinn’s sweat-dampened hair out of her face. They shouted something, but it wasn’t meant for her. A hand slid into hers.

“Brie...” Arinn’s finger’s curled around the hand, and her eyelids sank closed.

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Soft voices tickled Arinn’s ears when she woke. All she could percieve besides the blistering heat in her forehead were those voices— some high and young, another gentle and low.

“Is she gonna be okay, mum?”

“Oliver, dear, not so close. Yes, she’ll be alright.”

“But mum! Her tummy’s hurt! She needs a kiss-better!”

“What she needs is some space. Why don’t you go pick some berries and flowers for her? Lacey, you can get a cool pail of water and a cloth.

“Okayy!!” The smallest voice said, little feet padding out of the room.

“Take the big basket and don’t come back until it’s full!” The deeper voice called.

When Arinn was sure she couldn’t go back to sleep, she let out a quiet groan.

There was a pause, and then the deeper voice spoke. “How are you feeling?”

Arinn took inventory of her pain. Her stomach ached and burned so much it made her sick, and her whole body trembled with chills, despite the burning in her temples. She tried to reply, but all that came out was a low whine.

“I’m sorry we can’t do more. We cleaned your wounds and dressed them, but the nearest healer is miles away, and I figured you’d have a better chance roughing it out than if we tried to make the journey on foot...” they trailed off, likely having noticed the look on Arinn’s sickly face. “Hold on, dear.”

Arinn nodded weakly, her lips pressed tightly together in an attempt to seal in whatever came up. Her eyes peeled open, watching a lady run out of the room, then return a moment later with a big bucket.

She nearly shoved the bucket into her hands, but Arinn didn't care. By then, she was more focused on emptying the contents of her stomach, which burned with every contraction and only seemed to make it worse. A hand rubbed soothing patterns on her back, and she stayed there for a long time. Even when nothing came out but wheezes of air.

“Dear, it's all out. You’re alright now, ” the lady took the bucket, opening a door that led outside and placing it down before shutting it again. She stroked Arinn’s back as she hiccuped, attempting to calm her breath, and wiped the mess off her chin and lips with a cloth. After a moment, Arinn found her breath and eased back in the bed, letting the lady tuck her in.

“...’m I... g’nna die..?”

The lady smiled in amusement, letting out a small chuckle. “You’re going to be just fine, dear, ” she said, her expression sincere. She brushed Arinn’s hair out of her face again. “It always gets worse before it gets better. Get some rest, okay sweetheart?" She took a cloth from a younger girl who watched Arinn with curiosity. The lady laid it on top of her forehead, easing the pain.

Arinn felt her pain grow fuzzier along with her perception, and she let out a sigh of relief, letting her eyes fall shut.

#whump #caretaker #whumps #oc fic #writers #comfort whump #emeto cw #gore cw #gore

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hollowtreesinhollowwoods · 2 years

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Hi, I'm not really sure how this works (I'm kinda new to Tumblr), but I saw your "Barriers" piece, and I thought it was amazing. I was wondering if you could continue it? Or if you've already continued it, could you tell me where? I hope this is no inconvenience, and you're an amazing writer.

*Nervous sweating from the Tumblr graveyard*

Uhhhh, so hi! I've been inactive for a while so I'm so sorry I missed your ask! But yeah, I do plan to continue it, I'm just not sure which direction to take it yet. I've gotta brainstorm before I make my next part, but it's been hanging out in my drafts for a bit. It's more of an improvised storyline, so it's kinda haphazard. 😅 I'm glad you like it though! You’re so sweet!

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hollowtreesinhollowwoods · 3 years

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if i ever misgender you or use slang (bro, man, gurl, dude) that makes you feel even slightly uncomfortable please tell me because your gender identity and comfort is more important than any word i may use to refer to you

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hollowtreesinhollowwoods · 3 years

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ok we're settling this discourse right now

put ur zodiac sign in the tags & if you like or dislike:

- pineapple on pizza - mint ice cream / mint chocolate - ketchup in mac n’ cheese - fries dipped in ice cream

#sagittarius #ew to pineapple on pizza #YES TO MINT OMG #ketchup in mac n' cheese are you the devil?#fries always dipped in ice cream if you don't its a wasted opportunity

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hollowtreesinhollowwoods · 3 years

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I promise I'm working on part three of the alien series I'm not dead hhtkshkffjhdhab

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hollowtreesinhollowwoods · 3 years

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REBLOG if you have amazing, talented WRITER friends.

Because I certainly do, and I love every single one of them and their work.

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hollowtreesinhollowwoods · 3 years

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Whump Writer PSA

I was just speaking to someone who had mentioned that a lot of whump tags are crossing into actual abuse victims/survivors tags. To my followers: it might be helpful to avoid accidentally making others upset/uncomfortable/triggered if you tag things as "blank whump"

Ex. #cw abuse whump, #cw conditioning whump

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hollowtreesinhollowwoods · 3 years

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Writer Spotlight: Jillian Boehme

Jillian Boehme is known to the online writing community as Authoress, hostess of Miss Snark's First Victim, a blog for aspiring authors. In real life, she holds a degree in Music Education, sings with the Nashville Symphony Chorus, and homeschools her remaining youngster-at-home. She's still crazy in love with her husband of more than thirty years and happy to be surrounded by family and friends amid the rolling knolls of Middle Tennessee.

What was the inspiration behind The Stolen Kingdom?

The Stolen Kingdom is a complete rewrite of the first novel I ever wrote, a horrid tome entitled The Seeds of Perin Faye. There was so much that I loved about that first story—rolling vineyards, ancient magic, hidden bloodlines—so I pulled out those elements and wrote a completely new story.

Was your writing process different for The Stolen Kingdom than for your previous novel, Stormrise?

Pretty much, yes. When I’m drafting, I write 1000 words a day, 6 days a week. This is my least favorite part, and I’m always happy when it’s finished. The Stolen Kingdom actually took a bit longer than Stormrise, it was harder to write for various reasons—for one thing, it’s from two points of view, which is quite different from a single protagonist. Once the drafting is complete, my editing process looks pretty much the same—beta reads, editorial feedback, rewrites, and fixes.

What aspects of yourself do you see or put into the characters you write?

Oh, dear—I definitely don’t do this on purpose! I do think loyalty is something that shows up in my characters because I tend to be very loyal. And forgiveness, which is also important to me (and which is sometimes hard but always necessary for healing). My insecurities are probably easy to channel, too. And whenever betrayal shows up in my stories, it’s because I hate the way it makes me feel in real life.

Do you ever get writer’s block, and if so, how do you deal with it?

I don’t believe in writer’s block, but I do believe in “plot block”! Whenever I’m stuck in my writing, it’s usually because I don’t know where I’m going with the plot, or I’ve started to meander away from the direction my plot is supposed to go. When this happens, continuing to “word vomit” doesn’t accomplish much, so I have to stop and re-figure out the story structure before continuing.

Who’s your favorite author, living or dead?

Jane Austen, hands down!

If you could spend one year on a deserted island with one character from literature, who would you choose?

Tyrion Lannister.

You give a lot of advice to aspiring authors. What’s the best piece of advice you’ve received?

“Stop giving in to imposter syndrome.” In other words, there will always be someone more prolific or experienced, or well-known than you, and none of that devalues you.

Thanks, Jillian! The Stolen Kingdom is available starting today at booksellers everywhere.

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hollowtreesinhollowwoods · 3 years

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Oop

do i fundamentally understand his name is pronounced "I-ves"? Yes. Do i still call him "Ya-ives"? also yes

Funny you should say that because I pronounce it “Eev” as in French lol

(Also re your reblog (<3) I unlocked a new raccoon reaction! My life is now complete)

#and there's me over here pronouncing it in my head as yuhvssssss

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hollowtreesinhollowwoods · 3 years

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hollowtreesinhollowwoods · 3 years

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C???? Would be awesome?? You could combo it with others like getting stuck and then attacked or stuck in a watery place. So. Many. Possibilities!! 😩

Bad decisions

1,838 words | Original work: No Warrior (sequel to Reminders)

Content | Fear, implied: past punishment, mention of: restraints

Notes | Everyone. Everyone makes bad decisions. Like getting out in the rain while recovering.

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