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Writing wisdom #1

When you finish a chapter, paragraph, or even a whole book, always make sure you read it out loud to yourself so you catch any mistakes, improper grammar, or general storytelling issues.

Do that as many times as you feel it's ready!

oh-my-otome

Villains in uniform 🤤

luna-azzurra

Writer confidence is not a thing you build and then have. It's a thing you have for about eleven minutes after writing something good and then it evaporates and you have to make more. There is no reservoir. There is no saving it up. You produce it fresh each time from scratch like some kind of emotional artisan bread and if you don't write for a few days you run out and have to start the whole process over again from flour.

ranger-melany

Day 17 - Blizzard

Will could barely make out the silhouette of the cabin in the thick snowfall. Big snowflakes were falling down in rapid speed, creating a veil of snow. It didn’t help that the wind was blowing it in his face, sending coldness into his clothes. His cloak had turned white, the snow weighing it down onto him.

“We’re almost there, Cassandra” Will said. At least, he was trying to. The howling of the wind made it almost impossible to be heard.

Instead, he turned around to pull on the rope that was attached to his middle. He was glad he had come up with that idea just as the blizzard had started.

Behind him, a figure just as covered in snow lifted up their arm. She couldn’t overcome the howling either.

The horses slowly made their way through the snow; it had reached them until their knees already. Lifting up their legs became more and more difficult with each step.

Finally, Will found what he had been looking for. He guided Tug forward until they reached the cabin. Going around, Will rode to the shed that was standing next to it.

“At least they thought about this when they built it,” Will thought as he dismounted and opened the door. It was dark inside, but relatively warm. Since the cabin blocked most of the wind, it didn’t reach far into the shed.

When he had entered the place, Cassandra followed him soon. She got off her horse, bringing it inside as well.

“I had thought that such bad weather wouldn’t present itself anymore. Thankfully we weren’t too far away from here.” Her voice was muffled, but Will could hear her well enough.

“Yeah, thankfully.” Will didn’t share the same enthusiasm, but he could hardly be blamed for that.

After they had put the horses in the shed and dried them with some old hay, they went inside the cabin. There was only one room, with an old bed in the corner furthest away from the door. On their right side, there was a small fireplace with wooden blocks next to it. Not enough to keep someone warm for a week, but hopefully for as long as needed.

“Nothing has changed.”

The woman stepped past Will, dropping her cloak on the floor. Once the fire would be burning, it would dry up. While she walked to a wall, Will stayed where he was.

“Even my name is still written here!” she exclaimed, wiping the dirt away. “I hadn’t thought that would be the case.” She turned around, the smile dropping from their face. “Will?”

The young Ranger was slowly walking through the room, paining his brain to recall memories of happier times.

“I had thought that I had been over it. That seeing it again wouldn’t cause these feelings.” Will stopped in front of the bed. “I can’t remember anything, only the last days when I was finally awake again.”

Cassandra stood next to him, one hand on his shoulder.

“Your mind might not remember it, but your body does. And it’s not weird. You went through hell and back.”

Will slowly nodded.

“Maybe,” he responded. “I just hope it’s for one day only. That I can survive.”

Not wanting to be reminded about the harsh time he had gone through, he unclasped the fibula on his cloak before draping it over a chair.

“Let’s see if we can make a small fire. Hopefully that won’t be as difficult as back then.”

Will was the first to wake up. It was still dark outside, but through the window he could see the first sun rays. He watched as light entered the cabin, enlightening the room and chasing away the darkness. With the light also came warmth.

He could hear how the snow was melting, dripping down on the ground. Normally, Will could enjoy the sound, but not this time.

Turning to his side, he saw Cassandra still asleep in the bed. They had had a whole argument over who was to sleep there and who on the ground. Eventually, he had won with the argument that a pregnant woman shouldn’t be sleeping on the cold floor.

Will sat up in his bedroll, yawning as he took a moment to wake up. The wood had burnt up towards the end of the night, creating space for coldness.

Assured that he was awake enough, Will got up, dressed himself warmly and opened the door. The pile of snow hadn’t been that much and now that it was melting, it was easy.

Will checked up on the horses, gave them some water and a hand of grain.

“Don’t you think I deserve some more after riding to this place?” Tug neighed offendedly when he saw the small amount of food.

“I just want to leave as soon as possible,” Will replied. “Halt and Horace must be worried and I don’t want them to start with a search campaign. I don’t think Erak can have that going on while he should be busy with the renewal of the treaty.”

When he had prepared the horses, Cassandra was waiting in front of the cabin. She had woken up not long after Will had left. Assuming that he didn’t want to stay longer than needed, she had packed their bags and taken them outside.

“I already thought you’d be outside,” she said as she gave him his bags.

Will took them and placed them on his saddle, tying them to keep them in place.

“Didn’t want to waste time. If we go now, we hopefully arrive with lunch.”

Cassandra could hear in his voice that he tried his best to not show any emotion. While the cabin had provided them safety for the night, it clearly didn’t spare Will from any bad memories.

“What’s wrong?” Halt asked when Will stood in front of him later that night. Horace and Cassandra were sleeping in their shared bedroom, while the Rangers both had gotten their own, small room.

“Can I stay with you tonight?” Will avoided the question, answering it with a question himself.

Halt nodded, stepping aside to let the young man in. Closing the door behind him, Halt was doubting if he should ask again what the problem was.

Deep down, he actually had a hunch. Ever since Will and Cassandra had returned from their trip, his former apprentice had been silent. It worsened when the day turned into the afternoon and then the evening.

Will had withdrawn himself, staying in his room and not wanting to see anyone. So, that he came out now meant that something was wrong.

Halt watched as Will made his bed next to his, the bedroll close enough that Halt could place a hand on his head if he was scared.

“I’m sorry.” Will’s voice sounded small, like it had been during the nights where he had woken up in fright.

Halt shook his head, then sat down on his bed.

“It’s alright, son. Go get some sleep. Tomorrow’s a new day.”

Will laid down in his bedroll and saw that Halt did the same. He wasn’t sure if he had made the right decision to come to his room, but then he felt Halt’s hand on his head.

“Rest, child. I’m here.”

Assured that Halt would keep him safe, Will finally allowed himself to relax.

luna-azzurra

Took me years to understand that boredom is not the enemy of writing. It is the raw material. Every good idea i have ever had arrived during a walk with no podcast, a train with no phone, a shower where i just stood there. The moment i fill every silence with content i stop generating anything of my own. I am just processing other people's thoughts instead of having mine. The empty space is where the work comes from. Protecting the empty space is the actual job.

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wawahelpme

Out of the new suitors Euren and Mr Fridge are tied for my favorite. ALSO upon closer inspection Euren looks like hes part of the painted nails club along with William.

cakey810

For all my rangers apprentice fans, I'm in a little pickle...

I want to get a ra tattoo on my forearm, and I thought this would be the perfect month to get it. I was thinking of an arrow with the quote, "one riot, one ranger," inscribed in it with oak leaves around it. I was also thinking about having the main cast respective animals that were given to them in book 10 around the arrow, but I don't want it to be too crowded.

What do you guys think? Any thoughts or ideas?

smurlse

Oooo! Love this idea! I’m honestly thinking about maybe getting some thing similar in the future

If you are placing it on your forearm, will you point the arrow towards your hand? Because then when you extend your arm it will kind of imitate an arrow being strung. But that depends on how you place the text. I’d say it’s more important that the arrow point in the same direction as the text (feels more natural that way)

cakey810

That's the idea! I do plan to have the text facing the same way as the arrow point as well. I'll probably have to wait until this weekend to get it.

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A huge congratulations to all participants of the Ranger Gathering! Your work and creativity make this fandom stronger and more vibrant.

While this organizer ran into some life events that kept them off Tumblr, please rest assured that all remaining Gathering posts for 2026 will be reblogged under this account throughout July for posterity.

As we all go back to our separate fiefs at the end of this Gathering, remember to be kind to each other and lift each other up. See you all next year!