I Should Be Writing

Tessa | 28 | She/Her | Writeblr | Mostly write fantasy and sci-fi | Ask and tag game friendly |  LGBTQ+ and BIPOC safe space!

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Writeblr Intro

Hey ya’ll! I’ve done one of these before, but I’ve been gone for a while so I figured I’d reintroduce myself.

Me:

My name is Tessa, I use she/her pronouns. I am usually an English teacher, but currently living that stay at home mom life.

Please feel free to send me asks about myself or my stories! Or just a funny joke you heard. Or a picture of yours cat. If you send me your fur baby, I’ll send you mine!

The Blog:

I love writing memes and jokes. I also tend to reblog art and information that aesthetically inspires me or I want to use as a reference later. I’ll also reblog LGBTQ+ things and other miscellaneous posts that I like.

I’m trying to be better about posting my own WIPs and characters. I’m definitely a little shy (due to the voice in my mind saying “no one cares”) but I have sooo many things to share! I love beta-ing and would be happy to do a story swap if anyone’s interested.

My Writing:

I write mostly fantasy, but I’ve been dipping my toes in sci-fi and cyberpunk. Please know that I am literally the worst at describing the plot of any book, least of all my own.

My current WIPs are:

A Conspiracy of Ravens

Low-magic fantasy setting with lots of fantasy creatures. Ren runs away from an arranged marriage (a classic) and pretends to be a man to join the Chimaera, a mercenary group (also a classic). The new recruits’ first mission takes them through Ren’s homeland— a place ravaged by creatures sent by the gods as punishment— while hunting a group of Houndwraiths.

Gunslinger’s Glory (working title)

Generations have passed since the First Council sealed off Allestra from the the rest of the world to keep their enemies from exploiting their magic. Now, the Council rules with an iron fist, controlling the lives of anyone “lucky” enough to be born with a Gift. The Barrens, a wild, dangerous land separated from the rest of the country by mountains, is the last refuge for anyone who wants to live by their own rules. But as the shadow of the Council looms, even they might not be safe for long.

Johnny ran away from the Council’s academy for Aurists when he was sixteen and hasn’t looked back. A year later, after an accident that nearly killed him and left him blind in one eye, he found himself working for the Rangers protecting the Barrens. But when he swore an oath to protect his mentor’s daughter from a bandit bent on revenge, he had no idea how quickly his past would catch up with him.

The only thing worse that learning your father is dead, is finding out you’re next. When the handsome Ranger tells her she needs to travel with him across the Barrens, a trip almost as dangerous as the outlaw hunting her, she knows she has no choice.

On the way, they meet outlaws, Magi, and more dangerous creatures than you can shake a stick at.

Those are my main WIPs, although they’re both in the editing/rewriting stage. Other WIPs I have involve sirens in the circus, lovecraftian otherworldly adventures, and a Norwegian-inspired beauty and the beast.

[contaiinedarmageddon2]

(X)

[3rd-r8-watrbendr]

[trickstertime]

Fuck sake, can't believe I have to do this myself:

"big supernaturals"

[skymoonandstardust]

Taika Waititi: “Staring at an empty document for 8 hours then giving up is still classified as writing”

me: 

[justsomecynic]

I’m a very lazy person. I know my characters well, but every time I try to fill out a proper character sheet, I either get distracted or simply never finish them.

SO!

I made this! A silly, simple character sheet in which you only have to check boxes to get to know your dear puppet character. Use to your heart’s content, and if you’re going to repost, please credit! Enjoy~

PDF/Printable version on Google Drive

[memecucker]

if you’re white and wanna write a poc character and feel awkward about it i implore you to ignore any twitblr stuff treating it as a massive ethical burden and instead come in more with the same mindset you’d have if you wanted to write about idk firefighters but didn’t know anything about firefighters so you do... research. Like fuck off with the weird kinda creepy calls for spiritual introspection you’re not writing about god damn space aliens you’re writing about humans and if you think you need more perspective of different life experiences just read?

[fancysmudges]

Concept: A witch cat that’s too fat to fly

[saraneththebinder-deactivated20]

[scorpymiz]

This is legit great because it shows that it’s not the cat that’s the problem, it’s the broom. The cat just needed someone to make an accommodation so they could fly too.

[bowtieinbellingham]

Follow up:

Facts are facts. @ladycloud @esmesqualor-not-esmecullen

[jaubaius]

“Hold this, I’ll bring him back “

[lenacraft]

Good fucking boy!

[roach-works]

#just #the indignation #wtf you cant just walk away from them #hang on a sec ill go grab that idiot #okay here we go fuckin can you believe this shit ( @rockpapertheodore)

[fefeman]

I like how the collie has no issues escaping its leash like it’s clear the only think keeping it in check is it iron will and strong moral compass.

[prokopetz]

The thing about bizarre coincidences in fiction is that you have nearly unlimited latitude for them at the start of the plot, because this is called establishing the premise; however, if your plot requires a continuous sequence of bizarre coincidences in order to to stay on track, this is called a comedy of errors, and if the story you’re writing is not in fact a comedy, you have a problem.

[scruffylookingpiratecaptain]

I think people have truly lost any ability to be patient with storytelling.

‘I don’t understand this’ They’ll explain it if you wait.

‘I don’t like how this episode left things hanging’ There’s a continuation next week.

‘This character is flat’ Wait for them to be fleshed out.

So many of the complaints I see about shows lately are people being confused by things THAT THE SHOW WANTS YOU TO BE CONFUSED BY THATS THE FUN OF MYSTERY AND FORESHADOWING YOU ABSOLUTE GOBLINS THE MAIN CHARACTER IS ALSO CONFUSED AND THEYRE GONNA DO A BIG REVEAL AND EXPLANATION LATER IF YOU WOULD JUST FUCKING WAIT

[bbcsherlock]

im not familiar with that movie but ive heard of its homosexuality

[mcapriglioneart]

how to draw arms ? ? 

[swagginsloths]

holy fuck

[shoutsofthunder]

holy fuck is right… but… does it work with legs???

[mcapriglioneart]

yes !!

[empresspinto]

but how much extend

[thunar]

^^^^^^^^^^

[kvothe-kingkiller]

[gabbyzvolt25]

I NEARLY CHOKED

[lifeofcynch]

ENJFDFNFATFVFDF

[deactivated-blog]

finally. i can be accurate

[shiny-charming]

This is too fucking great to not reblog

[wishem]

I give it MASCLES

BIG MACHO

[keithislactoseintolerant-deacti]

🤣🤣

[urhella-gaychloe]

LMAOOOOOO

[fernacular]

Okay but for anyone who legit wants to know how to calculate it correctly:

The elbow joint on average rests a couple inches higher than the navel, so if you measure how long the distance is from the middle of the shoulder to that point then you have the length of the upper and fore arms!

[fernacular]

So if anyone’s wondering about legs too, the simplest rule of thumb is that the length from the top of the leg to the knee is equal to the distance between the top of the leg and the bottom of the pectorals:

And I wanna stress that when i say “top of the leg” i’m not talking about the crotch (please don’t flag me tumblr it’s an anatomical term) i’m talking about the point where the femur connects to the pelvis, which is higher up on the hips:

It’s easier to see what I’m talking about in this photo of a man squatting: 

So yeah if you use that measurement when using this technique you should get fairly realistically proportioned legs:

But remember! messing with proportions is an important and fun part of character design! Know the rules first so you can then break them however you please!

[im-a-hyperion-vault-hunter-deac]

HOW THE HELL DID I FIND THIS POST OMG

[erasaure]

[i-am-corbin-dallas]

Licherally in the midst of drawing a guy and crying at how bad the arms are. Thanks Tumbles

[drrockbell]

I only ever saw the part where people started drawing the limbs outrageously long and genuinely wanted to know how to fix that, so I’m really thankful to see the rest.

[pinkmistle06]

Reblogging for my art buddies!

[just-laufeyson-deactivated20231]

This is super helpful for me now :D

[neil-gaiman]

Hello Mr. Gaiman

Why do you like the phrase “wait and see” so much?

It's so much nicer than writing "Oh for fuck's sake. I've just spent the last three years of my life making this thing and doing everything I can to keep it all as secret as I can, and obviously you will learn all about it when the time is right, but for now I'm not actually answering any of your questions about the plot or the characters so you will just have to wait around until it's finished and we can put it on your screens. Yes I know, you're eager to get answers but think about it, would you prefer a hundred word summary of what's going to happen in Season 2 or 5 hours of television?" every time.

[play-doh-slut]

what do you mean normal people don’t get physically sick when they’re stressed out or when someone is mad at them

[adeactivatedmain]

thinking… prose =/= storytelling. you could have the most gorgeous, expressive prose in the world, but if you don’t know how to actually tell the story, the book will feel directionless and ultimately hollow. there are books with understated prose but overall great storytelling that are really engaging reads. prose is presentation. the icing on the cake, not the cake itself

there’s a quote i remember seeing a while ago that went something like, “amateur writers can be great at producing a single page of well-written prose but often lack the ability to take the reader on a journey”. i can’t remember who said it, but i think about it a lot

[the-faultofdaedalus]

I had a dream that the king and the queen of a small country had a daughter. They needed a son, a first-born son, so in secret, without telling anyone of their child’s gender, they travelled to the nearby woods that were rumoured to house a witch.

They made a deal with that witch. They wanted a son, and they got one. A son, one made out of clay and wood, flexible enough to grow but sturdy enough to withstand its destined path, enchanted to look like a human child. The witch asked for only one thing, and that was for their daughter.

They left the girl readily.

The witch raised her as her own, and called her Thyme. The princess grew up unknowing of her heritage, grew up calling the witch Mama, and the witch did her very best to earn that title.

She was taught magic, and how to forage in the woods, how to build sturdy wooden structures and how to make the most delicious stews. The girl had a good life, and the witch was pleased.

The girl grew into a woman, and learned more and more powerful magics, grew stronger from hauling wood and stones and animals to cook, grew smarter as the witch taught her more.

She learned to deal with the people in the villages nearby, learned how to brew remedies and medicines and how to treat illness and injury, and learned how to tell when someone was lying. 

Every time the pair went into town, the people would remark at just how similar Thyme was to her mother. 

(Thyme does not know who and what she is. She does not know that she was born a princess, that she was sold. She only knows that one night after her mother read her a story about princesses and dragons, her mother had asked her if she ever wanted to be a princess.)

((Thyme only knows that she very quickly answered no. She likes being a witch, thank you very much, she likes the power that comes with it and the way that she can look at things and know their true nature.))

The witch starts preparing the ritual early, starts collecting the necessities in the winter so they can be ready by the fall equinox. Her daughter helps, and does not ask what this is for, just knows that it is important.

The witch looks at Thyme, both their hands raised into the air over a complicated array of plants, tended carefully to grow into a circle, and says, sorry.

Keep reading

[insert-writing-blog-name]

Love at first sight is out.

Hate at first sight, which slowly turns into a grudging respect then a tentative friendship, cumulating in a wild adventure where they barely escape death/capture and sit on the ground just this side of safety, laughing and out of breath, and look at each other and one or both realizes that their heartbeat is speeding up rather than slowing, then they spend the next day in turmoil because they can’t feel like that because it’s stupid and they don’t even like them but whenever they picture their smile it’s just… oof. That’s what’s in.