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the-broken-pen · 3 days

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Hiii, I love your writing! It's so great that you're back! Could you write something like two actors are playing hero/villain in a movie or theater, but both of them sometimes just gets too in character/or just gets too stuck in character, so for like moments they actually forget that they are just acting?

“You didn’t think I’d let you die by anyone else’s hand but mine, did you?” The villain cocked their head to the side, grinning.

Distantly, the hero registered the whispering of stage commands, but tuned it out.

“You can’t just kill anyone who threatens me,” they argued back. They watched as the villain’s grin sharpened.

“Watch me,” the villain whispered, stepping closer. Fake blood was drying on the side of the hero’s head, and it itched more than usual. Must be a new brand from costuming.

“I could arrest you,” they offered, but they let the hesitation show on their face. Visible enough for the camera to catch their unwillingness, no matter how fake it was. Good enough nobody could tell the difference between real and not.

“You won’t.”

The hero tipped one head to the side

“And why’s that?”

The hero shifted, leaning in towards the villain.

“Because you’re mine,” the villain whispered, tone playful as their eyes seared into the hero’s.

The hero’s mouth went dry. It wasn’t on purpose.

Something kindled in their chest.

“Oh yeah?”

The villain shrugged one shoulder in perfect time to the script, and the hero pulled the next line to the tip of their tongue—

“Prove it.”

That was not the next line.

That wasn’t a line at all.

The villain blinked just once, the only sign of surprise they would allow, before their grin widened. Their shoulders loosened into something feral, something that delighted in this change.

Something that belonged off-stage.

“I’m covered in the blood of the people who hurt you,” the villain’s voice was smooth sliding down the hero’s spine. They shivered. “What more proof do you want, love.”

They blushed furiously at the nickname, even underneath the stage makeup, and at the pleased look on the villain’s face, it was visible.

What was the line what was the line what—

Their hands fisted into the front of the villain’s costume, dragging them closer. The villain let them, hand settling on the hero’s waist in a movement far too smooth.

“I don’t know,” the hero murmured, and they were just as surprised as the villain when their lips hovered just over the other’s ear. “Why don’t you stop trying to kill me, for starters.”

The villain tugged them closer, and the hero’s eyes went to their lips.

The villain looked at the hero like they wanted to devour them.

Fuck, what had been the line—

“Oh, but you’re so pretty covered in blood, Hero,” the villain crooned, and the hero opened their mouth to say something, their tongue a separate entity from their brain at this point—

“Hold!” Someone off-stage called, and they both froze. A second later, they were halfway across the stage from one another. Slipping out of being the hero and back into being themself felt like hitting a brick wall.

If the way the villain shuddered was any indication, they had forgotten they were playing a character too.

The hero turned away to face the tech crew, hand settling over their face to hide their blush.

The villain’s gaze was molten and heavy on their shoulders, even from as far away as they were.

“I don’t think that’s in the blocking,” the stage manager frowned, flipping through the script.

None of that was the blocking. No matter how much the stage manager searched those pages they would never find those lines.

Fuck.

“Improv,” the hero choked out, flushing. “It was, uh. A creative choice—“

From behind one of the curtains, they heard a crew member snort, muttering something about teenage actors and horniness—

The villain was smirking, a wicked thing.

“Right,” the stage manager said slowly, brow furrowed from where they sat. They murmured something into their headset, eyes shifting up between the villain and the hero, before they slid a screen in front of themself.

Just barely, the hero could make out the shape of the scene they had just filmed.

The screen went black, the room silent for a moment, before the stage manager let out a long suffering sigh.

“We’re changing the blocking.”

“What?” The hero yelped.

The villain settled their hands into their pockets, unbothered and grinning.

“We’re keeping the scene,” the stage manager nodded towards their tablet, and the hero almost passed out on the spot. They watched the stage manager eye the pleased and possessive look on the villain’s face. “For now, though, let’s call it a wrap for the day.”

Shuffling began, lights flickering off, and the hero escaped to their own dressing room, panting slightly.

Dear god, they were so fucked. They had forgotten they were acting, again—

“Improv, hm?” The villain grinned, lock sliding into place. The hero hadn’t even heard them come in.

The hero groaned. “I don’t know what happened—“

“Yeah,” the villain nodded, and they were closer than they had been a moment ago.

The hero swallowed.

“I’m sorry.”

The villain raised an eyebrow. “For what?”

The hero waved one hand between them. “For, you know—“

The villain was still smiling.

It was then they remember who had fought so hard in the writers’ room for the villain and the hero to end up together.

‘Enemies to lovers,’ the villain had said, eyes dark. ‘The fans will love it. There’s been sub plot for the last two seasons.’

The directors had pushed back, but now—

Oh. The villain wasn’t mad.

They were pleased.

The hero choked.

“You,” the hero tried.

“Me,” the villain agreed, and then they were kissing, all-consuming and desperate.

They made a noise in the back of their throat, the villain twining their hand into the hero’s hair.

“You forgot you were acting,” the villain murmured against their lips, and kissed them again before the hero could defend themself. “That I’m not really your villain and you aren’t my hero.”

The villain settled the hero onto the counter, coming to stand between their legs, one hand on their hip.

“Fuck,” they gasped, and they could feel the villain’s grin against their skin.

“Mhm.”

Somehow, the hero’s arms had ended up looped over the villain’s shoulders.

“Maybe stop killing people, and I’ll consider it,” they said between breaths.

“What?” The villain pulled back slightly.

“The line I forgot,” the hero said. They could drown in the villain’s eyes, they were sure of it. “Maybe stop killing people—“

“Don’t care,” the villain bit out, and then their mouth was on the hero’s again and nothing else mattered.

Maybe they weren’t truly hero and villain—but god were they good at pretending.

Three months later, the internet couldn’t decide what was better—that finally, after years, the hero and villain had ended up together on screen; or that off stage, their actors were desperately, hopelessly in love too.

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jane-alma · 6 months

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Writing advice for new writers

Some things that I wished I had been told when I started writing <3

1. Read, read, read:

Immerse yourself in the works of established authors across various genres. Reading not only exposes you to different writing styles and techniques but also helps you understand the fundamentals of storytelling. It broadens your vocabulary, sparks your imagination, and inspires your own writing.

2. Write regularly:

Make writing a habit. Set aside dedicated time each day or week to write, even if it's just for a short period. Consistency is key to improving your skills and developing your unique voice. Practice, experiment, and don't be afraid to make mistakes – it's all part of the learning process.

3. Embrace the editing process:

Writing is rewriting. Understand that your first draft is just the beginning. Editing and revising are crucial steps that transform your work into its best version. Be open to constructive feedback, whether from friends, writing groups, or professionals. Embrace the opportunity to refine your ideas, strengthen your prose, and polish your storytelling.

4. Find your writing environment:

Discover the environment in which you feel most comfortable and creative. Experiment with different settings, and create a space that inspires and motivates you to write. Surround yourself with objects, images, or music that enhance your creativity.

5. Explore different genres and styles:

Don't limit yourself to a single genre or writing style. Experiment with different forms of writing – from short stories to poetry, fiction to non-fiction. Trying new genres and styles challenges you as a writer, expands your skills. I also find this really helpful If I feel stuck in a project. Whenever I feel really stuck, I like to open a new document, or even get a pen and some paper and just write something completely different. It might just be a silly little poem, or maybe I’ll just write down what I’ve been doing that day. Just something to get out of my head, and then I can get back to my project with a clearer mind.

6. Write what you love:

Write about topics that genuinely interest and excite you. When you're passionate about your subject matter, your enthusiasm will shine through in your writing. Whether it's fantasy, romance, history, or science fiction, let your love for the topic fuel your creativity and captivate your readers.

7. Trust your voice:

Each writer has a unique voice, perspective, and story to tell. Embrace your individuality and trust your instincts. Don't compare yourself to others or try to imitate someone else's style. Your voice is what sets you apart and makes your writing authentic.

8. Enjoy the process:

Above all, enjoy the process of writing. Writing is a creative outlet, a form of self-expression, and a journey of self-discovery. Embrace the ups and downs, the challenges and triumphs, and savor the joy of bringing your ideas to life through words.

And most importantly of all: Remember, every writer starts somewhere, and like any other craft, it takes time, practice and dedication. Happy writing y’all! <3

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theyoungwritersmind-aristanelson · 2 years

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lyralit · 1 year

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I hate when readers criticize books they don't like and blame it on the fact that the author is young. I would just like to point out that firstly—they had enough talent to get their book out there, to write tens of thousands of words, to get it queried and published, or, maybe even they did the work all themselves. And secondly, books can be bad. Anything can. But attacking a writer's life work because they are young makes no sense at all. I've read dozens of books written by young authors who write beautifully. And even more crappy books by old ones. It's not age that makes the writing, not at all. When you read a book and you tell people that the reason you disliked it so much was because the author needed more experience, needed more time, you're putting off generations of young writers who want to improve. If you dislike a book, fine. But don't blame it on the author's age. It's discouraging for people who look up to them and admire them—but more so, discouraging for the author, who has worked hard to be where they are.

#rant #thoughts #young authors #young author #young writer #writing

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i-want-to-be-a-poet · 3 months

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pillofmoonlight · 2 years

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it's weird how when a child screams they don't feel loved at home and don't feel safe around their family, the first thing that a parent might do is list the number of things they have done for their child instead of asking themselves what made their child feel that way. parents aren't supposed to be strict and feared. when a child walks into this world, they are naive and parents are supposed to be the home and safe space the child looks for when they need help or when things get messed up instead of going "my parents will kill me for this". by engraving your fear into your child's mind, you are just making sure that they to lie to you. i don't know what kind of cruelty we are forcing onto generations by making them fear their own parents. how would they learn love when they never knew what it is? and in a world so cruel and unkind, love is the most important thing we need. not fear.

Parents scare the hell out of their children and then have the audacity to ask "why you put your friends on such a pedestal". well maybe because they taught me love and maybe you should learn how to parent. you can begin from going to therapy and getting your traumas and misconceptions resolved.

#writing #creative writing #dark academia #female writers #poems and poetry #women writers #writings #family trauma #parents #parenting #therapy #writers blog #writers and poets #writers on tumblr #excerpt from a book i'll never write #young writer #young writers #writersofig #writeblr

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literarydesire · 6 months

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Can I plz just get paid for being a writer without ever having to finish a piece of writing fully, pretty pleaseeee?

#writers on tumblr #poets of tumblr #dark academia #light academia #literature #dark acadamia aesthetic #chaotic academia #books #aesthetic #books and libraries #poetry #art #young writer #young poets #academia

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m3l0man14c · 15 days

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okay- I'm a little late but-

THINGS I STIM OVER ♡

One! Shows!

☆ mha- fanart, stories (if I like them) edits and like figurines and posters, cosplayers.

☆inuyasha (I gotta double cheack the spelling) fanart, edits, posters, figurines, cosplayers.

☆the amazing world of gumball (yes don't come at me) I just like the show. :3

☆SpongeBob:3 also just really like the show.

☆saiki k! I loveeeee everything abt this Fandom (except for the saiki X ships- he's literally so aroace yall-) fanfics, art, posters, figurines, cosplayers (I love when they cosplay saiki characters :3)

☆TMNT- ANY AND ALL VERS! I love everything abt tmnt ♡♡♡ (again- don't like the shipping in most tho-)

☆A LOT MORE BUT I DONT WANNA BORE YALLZ☆

Two! Stories!

☆ I'm a HUGE reader, fanfics, nonfiction, fiction, historical fiction, fantasy, real world, ect. IF U HAVE STORY RECOMMENDATIONS PLEASE SEND! I READ ALMOST ANYTHING (key word almost, if it's on ao3 I'll read it. I don't have wattpad at the time and also if it's physical I can't unless they have it at the library or my school Library. Also please keep in mind im a minor so if you send 18+ liek smut or some shit- just pelase dont)☆

Three! fanart!

☆I LOVE IT! And if it's for me I love it even more! I literally turn into a stiming bot- I LOVE UR ART AND YOUR ALL SO GOOD!☆

happy day loves ♡

Mentions

@meowph-132 @save-rottmnt @arise-children-angel-is-here @beewasdeleted @c00kietin @fluffyr0cky @ender-outlaw @ofthefrogs @amorvincitomnia-14 @diona-98 @mikebeanz @edirazirollyx @bossbabyfan2 @ghosty-0w0 @justmesadlysry @justphonesadlysry @radio-to-trenchcoat-demons

I also wanna @ gizmo but I dunno their attttskdkdnjds *cri*

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dora-papp · 4 months

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Dear young writers and aspiring authors -

A brutal but helpful advice I think:

So you've just finished your very first manuscript?

Amazing, good for you, have a gold star, but for real!

Now start the next one.

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novlr · 1 year

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abloodychicken · 6 months

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As much as we hate 4chan and it's creators they really fucked mad bussy with greentext stories. What a captivating form of story telling.

#4chan #young writer #writing #storytelling

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the-broken-pen · 2 days

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a villain who has cat based powers and a henchman who really like cats . do as you will -🐏

The villain came in through the window, paws pattering onto the floor, and the henchman jerked their head up.

A moment later, they shifted, lounging against the desk as if they hadn’t just gone from cat to human.

The henchman had to look away, fighting a squeal as they flushed furiously.

They had loved cats as a kid—cultivated a hoard of them that amassed in their house no matter how much their parents complained. When they had moved to the city, into a tiny shoebox of an apartment, they had left them all behind. And no matter how many photos their parents sent them, it was never truly enough.

So when the henchman had taken this job, on the tiny scrap of information they were allowed to have “heightened senses, shifting, good pay” they hadn’t known what to expect.

They had not expected a cat.

Thus, the furious fight to not lose their mind.

Out of the corner of their eye, they caught the edge of the villain’s smirk and raised eyebrow.

“Every time I come in here as a cat, your heart rate sky rockets,” the villain observed, and though the henchman hadn’t thought it was possible, they flushed further.

“Umm.” They tried to articulate a response that wasn’t along the lines of senseless mumbling, and amusement settled onto the villain’s face.

The villain pushed themself onto the top of their desk, settling their head into their hands as they sat cross legged.

“I don’t think I’ve ever met someone who loves cats as much as you do,” the villain said. They sounded mildly fascinated.

The henchman was going to die, right there.

“I grew up with um. A lot of cats,” the henchman managed. “I think they’re great.”

The villain looked like they were fighting a smile.

“Always good to find a fan.”

The henchman’s face was on fire.

“That’s not—“

“Mhm.”

“Oh god.” The henchman covered their face with their hands.

The villain laughed.

“You’re fun to mess with, you know that?”

“I’ll have to take your word for it.”

The villain grinned, all Cheshire Cat, and the henchman could imagine a tail swishing. If they looked closely, they could just barely see the diamond shape to the villain’s pupils.

“Whoever hired you is getting a pay raise.”

“I’m-I’m sorry?”

The villain shrugged. “You’re fun. I hate boring people, especially when I have to pay them. How awful is that? Paying for your own boredom. Should be illegal, really.”

“Oh,” the henchman didn’t have a response for that. “And I’m not boring?”

“No, you’re adorable,” the villain waived them off. “Hence the pay raise.”

They searched for something to say, before blurting out, “You really have nine lives?”

“Gathering intel on me, huh?”

The henchman had to sit on their hand to stop themself from slapping it over their own mouth.

“I don’t know why I said that.”

The villain laughed again.

“Enhanced hearing and vision,” they pointed to their own face. “And, of course, the shifting.”

The villain shrugged one shoulder. “As for the nine lives, I guess we’ll find out, won’t we?”

“Hopefully not.”

“Awww, you don’t want me to die?”

“I don’t want anyone to die,” the henchman agreed. The villains smile sharpened, all canine teeth.

“So I’m not special, then?”

“No—”the henchman stopped. “You’re messing with me.”

The villain slid off the desk in one fluid movement. “You catch on quick. Come on,” they jerked their head to the door.

The henchman stood eyeing the villain.

“What are we doing?”

“Bank robbery,” the villain said easily. They tilted their head slightly. “Or maybe knocking some construction equipment over. Crane or two, you know?”

The henchman had known about the shifting, but they hadn’t realized just how cat-like the villain was in behavior.

“….Because you’re a cat?”

“No,” the villain blinked. “Because it’s fun.”

Overall, it was the best job the henchman had ever had.

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jane-alma · 3 months

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Advice for dealing with writer’s block, from a fellow writer

Okay, so I think we can all agree that writer's block sucks. And if you're someone who writes regularly, there's no way to avoid experiencing it from time to time (I sure know I do). But here are a few things that I usually find helpful when I experience writer’s block <3

Firstly, give yourself permission to take a break. Sometimes, the harder we push ourselves to write, the more elusive inspiration becomes. Step away from your writing for a little while and engage in activities that bring you joy and relaxation. This could be anything from going for a walk, reading a book, or indulging in a hobby. By taking time to recharge, you allow your mind to reset and open up to new ideas. Sometimes it can be an longer break that is needed, sometimes the best way to get back into writing if you have a really bad case of writer’s block is to simply not try.

Another useful technique is to try freewriting. Set a timer for a specific duration, it can be as short as 10-15 minutes (personally, I prefer setting my timer for about half an hour to 45 minutes when I do this), and write continuously without worrying about grammar, punctuation, or structure. Let your thoughts flow freely onto the page. This exercise can help loosen up your creative muscles and break through any mental barriers. If you know that you have a tendency to overthink or be overly self critical when you write, I suggest avoiding a time duration longer than 30 minutes, at least the first times you do this exercise.

If you find yourself stuck on a particular project, consider working on something completely different. Switching gears and exploring a new topic or genre can provide a fresh perspective and alleviate the pressure you may be putting on yourself. Experimenting with different writing styles or formats can also help reignite your passion for storytelling.

Collaboration can be another effective way to overcome writer's block. Engage in writing exercises with fellow writers or seek feedback from trusted peers. Sharing your work-in-progress and receiving constructive criticism can often provide valuable insights and new directions for your writing.

Lastly, it's important to remember that writer's block is a natural part of the creative process. Be patient and kind to yourself. Avoid self-criticism and negative self-talk. Instead, focus on nurturing your creativity through self-care, reading, and exploring new experiences. Trust that inspiration will return in its own time.

And most importantly of all, be kind to yourself. We are usually our own biggest critic. Happy writing! <3

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theyoungwritersmind-aristanelson · 2 years

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#writer motivation #female writers #writer inspiration #writer #writers #write #writerblr #writer blog #young writer #creative writing #fiction writing #novel writing #female authors #female novelists #author #aspiring novelist

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ridiculousnighttears · 6 days

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The absence of a thing

Absence. An endless absence, consisting of need, of hunger, of a killing me yearning, having made itself comfortable in my soul and never fading. Eternally reminiscent of its existence. Desperately wanting to die…

And I don’t know with what to fill the void - located in the middle of the heart of mine - empty and dark and cold, never ending, cruel, torturing me. I want to fill it, to bring back the light in my heart that was once there - unknown when - and to finally be at peace. I want this unknown back, I need it so badly and pitifully because I know I need it, because I know that without it I’m a martyr, because I know I am just a ghost and my body is burning. The pain is unbearable.

And I hunt it, I run and scurry after it, crying caustic tears, holding on to my hemorrhage - where it beats, just like in a gallop - barely breathing, barely seeing anything in the distance, even nearby, and 16 summer vacations are gone. Only for something that isn’t here - and I don’t even know what it is, I just know that I need it - a life gone to waste.

And yearning fills my bleeding soul, on whose red cheeks eye water is running down, whose hands are nervously shaking, whose lips are bleeding ink and fingers are screaming pleas for help desperately, wanting to find the absent unknown and to take a breath. The gaze is groggy, pitiful.

I observe, for a number unknown (I’ve no idea about anything, I exist to be absent) how the trees are blooming in the early morning. And nothing. My wound is weakening me.

And this hunting, that is with the idea of filling the emptiness in the void where no one is able to reach, is so long and hard, and the heartache is so much for just a thing that I do not remember, yet want back and need so badly. And I’ll most likely die in the early morning before finding it…

(Based on my favorite song, Crack Baby, by my favorite artist, Mitski)

#writing #poetry #writers and poets #poets on tumblr #literature #original poem #teenage poetry #my words #young writer #writers on tumblr #words words words #words #crack baby #mitski #poem #poems and poetry #im so proud

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i-want-to-be-a-poet · 3 months

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#poetry #confessional poetry #young writer #sylvia plath #dostoevski #literature #dark academia #academia #gilmore girls #black swan #female hysteria #coquette #spilled ink #just girly things #girlhood #femcel #quotes #girl interrupted

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