dying to keep writing

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[destroyingourutopia]

─── ⬫  ⦓⦍ Welcome! ⦐⦔  ⬫ ───

⟡ My name is Hannah (she/any), I’ve been writing since I could get my hands on a computer as a kid in the 90s

If you’re looking for AI FREE works with fantastical magic, disabled representation, queer & trans inclusion, party games you can play at home, anomalous items and occurrences, fae creatures worth fucking, or a dying woman to support, I’m glad you’ve found me. ⟡

Content below the cut for the curious. Alliteration!

─── ⬫  ⦓⦍ The books: ⦐⦔  ⬫ ───

⟡ 6-8 book series, current project: Sardon Callera cannot stop casting her eyes upward, longing to work in the Mysterium Tower she visits whilst delivering repaired books for her mother. Until her gaze is pulled away by a foreign visitor, Rhedd, a Sirenblood looking to get closer to the ambitious woman. But Sardon’s eyes aren’t fully fixed on Rhedd; another person haunts the Tower, much like she haunts the errand runner. And despite the swell of Sirensong magick in her ears and the slowly tightening hands on her body, Sardon cannot seem to turn away from her real muse. 

Nsfw - lots of lesbian sex, 4/5 spice throughout

Trigger Warnings: rampant drug/alcohol consumption, repeated attempted kidnapping, physical violence, stalking, various forms of assault (semi-sexual & physical violence), maybe thalassaphobia

Tag for series -> #karadorchronicles

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⟡ Stand-alone: Desperate to be taken seriously as a scientist, Valerie has hopped aboard a houseboat with Poppy, a fellow scientist, to head to The Southern Isles, a set of five islands teeming with Sirens. But Sirens are sirens, storms are storms, and dangerous things can always be found in the deep. 

Nsfw - 2/5 spicy

Trigger Warnings: Drug/alcohol use, attempted assault (sexual), physical violence, thalassaphobia

Tag for series -> #sirenbloodsong

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⟡ Stand-alone: The only ones who know about it are those that feel it in their bones, their blood. A lingering sense of doom that they cannot fight. They find themselves deeper, and deeper in the Bay, only waking up at the last possible second before drowning. It starts at the ankles, and goes up, until one arises whilst sinking, needing to tread water or swim to save themselves. Until they can’t. Those who do drown sink, and come to face the entity at the bottom. They cannot hide. They will never resurface.

Sfw - 0/5 spicy

Trigger Warnings: Drug/alcohol use to cope, suicide mentions, thalassaphobia

Tag for series -> #hntd (How Not to Drown)

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⟡ Stand-alone: After ‘escaping’ a party, Shae (last name) has spent the last few hours running and hiding for her life in the Faerie Winterlands. But she’s been found. And now she’s stuck in a glorified box being stared at by all kinds of Faekint at all hours, and during all activities. And one of them is a constant. Someone calling themselves Maddux, a “collector” of humans who wander in. He keeps them in a freak show, his rotation often being sold to make room for new arrivals. And Shae wants out before she’s next.

Nsfw - 3/5 spicy

Trigger Warnings: Kidnapping and imprisonment, violence

Tag for series -> #abomas (A Box of Mirrors and Secrets)

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⟡ Fans of Sardon can interact with her here: @sardonbutnotsardonic

⟡ My main blog: @sleepingpeelz

[luna-azzurra]

Yearning & Pining Starters!!

✮ "I keep almost telling you. Every single day."

✮ "I watch you laugh with other people and wonder if you'd laugh like that with me."

✮ "I wrote you a hundred messages I never sent."

✮ I memorized the way you say my name without meaning to."

✮ "I keep finding excuses to be in the same room as you."

✮ "I don't know how to be near you and pretend I feel nothing."

✮ "You touched my hand for two seconds and I thought about it for two weeks."

✮ "I keep practicing what I'd say to you. It never sounds right."

✮ "I saw something today and my first thought was you. It's always you."

✮ "I'm terrified you'll never know and equally terrified that you will."

✮ "Every time you leave I count down until I see you again."

✮ "I think I've been in love with you for so long I forgot what before felt like."

✮ "You smiled at me today and I completely lost my train of thought."

✮ "I just want one moment where I don't have to pretend I don't care about you."

✮ "I hope someday you look back and realize I was there. That I chose you every time."

[wiremxther-deactivated20230819]

you have to be a little crazy to make dreams real. only an insane person has the vision and willpower to pull from a different reality and push it into this one

[luna-azzurra]

Quick Tips for Writing Addiction and Recovery

✧ Relapse doesn't mean failure. Recovery isn't linear. Your character can be doing great and then have a bad day/week/month. It's part of the process, not the end of it.

✧ Cravings don't just disappear. Years into recovery and something can still trigger that want. It gets easier but it doesn't fully go away for everyone.

✧ The substance isn't the whole problem. Your character's probably self-medicating something, trauma, mental illness, unbearable circumstances. Taking away the substance doesn't fix what's underneath.

✧ Withdrawal is hell. Not just "feeling bad", it's physical torture. Shaking, sweating, nausea, pain, sometimes actual danger depending on the substance. Your character isn't just sad, they're ILL.

✧ Sobriety is boring at first. All your coping mechanisms, social circles, and ways to have fun involved the substance. Now what? Your character has to rebuild everything.

✧ People treat you differently. Some are supportive. Some are judgmental. Some ask invasive questions. Some don't trust you anymore. The stigma is real and it sucks.

✧ Triggers are everywhere. Certain places, people, smells, times of day, emotions. Your character's constantly navigating a minefield of things that make them want to use.

✧ You lost time. Months or years where you weren't really present. Relationships damaged. Opportunities missed. There's grief for the person you could have been.

✧ Recovery is active work. Meetings, therapy, building new habits, sitting with uncomfortable feelings. It's not passive. Your character's putting in effort every single day.

✧ You're not the same person after. Recovery changes you. You can't go back to who you were before addiction, only forward to who you're becoming. That's scary and hopeful at the same time.

[bunny-slippers-offical]

Friendly reminder this blog is not a safe space for AI supporters!! ☆

[midsummerflowers]

i NEED someone to talk to about The Thing I Enjoy <- says the person who shuts down and says nothing when they get the chance to talk about The Thing They Enjoy

[destroyingourutopia]

Thank all seven of you for following me and putting up with me dumping nothing burgers on you.

I would talk about actual plot things but idk what y’all wanna see me talk about here. I’m WICKED NPC-coded. Send me asks about shit you wanna know.

Besides, every time I get an ask, my cat is given a Greenie.

[seasaltandcopper]

thinking about strong (brittle) vs strong (resilient) characters

the first type seem unbreakable because of the sheer amount of shit they withstand without flinching. they stand tall, still smiling, shrugging off every setback in a way their peers can’t help but admire. they’re the last person anyone expects to fold, and it will take a storm of epic proportions to break them, but once they hit that point, there’s no going back. they snap, and that vulnerable emotional core now lays exposed to the elements, stripped of the thick armor that previously protected it

the second type seem weaker on the surface. every storm that rolls in pushes them down, bows them almost to the ground. they’re not stoic. they’re not unflinching. they’ll sacrifice dignity and appearances to get by, and compromise is accepted as a facet of survival. in some ways it may even seem like life has specifically set them up to be knocked down at every turn. but each time the storm passes, they rise back up again with a resilience and flexibility that allows them to bend so much farther without completely breaking

[sodiumvaporss]

i do have to say that no matter how shitty any sort of media is or how shitty your own creations are. always remember

[killxbunnyyy]

Sir, that’s my emotional support unrealistic romantic delusion

[questions-about-blorbos]

Has your Blorbo ever "come back wrong"?

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[greelin]

having OC’s is crazy for real because no one else gives a fuck meanwhile you’ll be at the function thinking about them (guys who are not real) like

[tpwrtrmnky]

There are queer creatives on the internet RIGHT NOW telling original stories that just actually feature queer people being queer without relegating it to subtext or making it a metaphor so obfuscated that straight people can ignore it.

You don't have to cling to the cartoon network show that'll only feed you scraps. There is another way.

[d-7th]

actually dying

[minovskyy]

"can you take care of this" i already did. an hour ago. i'm the fastest secretary in the west. i am the swiftest gazelle sprinting on the field of schedules and phone calls and emails. secretariat? the triple crown record holder? that was me too. seabiscuit get fucked. turning you to glue. i redid your dumbass filing system while i was at it. fuck with me

[starpains]

on “the blond,” “the older man,” and other crimes against third-person limited

You know that thing where a story is written in tight third person limited — we’re meant to be inside someone’s head, seeing the world through their thoughts — and then suddenly the narration says “the blond frowned” or “the shorter woman sighed” about a person the POV character knows really well?

That’s called antonomasia — using a descriptive label instead of a name. And it’s fine when we’re talking about strangers: “the cashier handed her the receipt,” “the tall guy blocked the door.” The POV character doesn’t know their names, and we just need a quick way to tell people apart.

But the moment it’s used for someone the POV character already knows, it breaks immersion. Because that’s not how our minds work. We don’t think “the older man smiled at me.” We think “Mark smiled.” Or maybe “my boss” if that relationship matters in the moment.

Third person limited means the narration sits inside someone’s perception. Their inner monologue is the story’s voice. So when you switch from “Mark smiled” to “the blond smiled,” you’ve pulled the camera away from their mind and turned it into an outside shot.

If you want to create distance or irritation, you can do it on purpose —

“The idiot from accounting emailed again.”

That’s character voice. That’s judgment. That works.

But otherwise?

As soon as your POV character knows someone’s name, use it. While we do tend to worry about repetitions, names rarely register as such to the readers.

If you need variety for rhythm, use relational or emotional identifiers that make sense in their head: her friend, his partner, their teacher, the person they loved.

Because inside someone’s thoughts, there are no “blonds” or “brunettes.”

There are only people they know.

[wisteria-lodge]

Really good explanation of the fundamental problem with this type of writing.

(and why it's one of my huge pet peeves)

[luckiestangel-deactivated202509]

breaking news: woman is insane about that fictional character, even more so than yesterday