Lee Cameron

Hi! I'm a queer, nonbinary writer of queer romance. Current projects: Truehearts (m/m 1920s fantasy/historical romance) and Guenther's Reach (high fantasy m/m romance/adventure)

[theglitchywriterboi]

Writers, which are you ???

Read all the time, hardly write

write all the time, hardly read

Hardly read or write

Write & read equally

Read more than I write, but still do both frequently

Write more than I read but still do both frequently

Read more than I write but hardly do either

Write more than I read but hardly do either

Sometimes I read more, Sometimes I write more, it changes

Voting ended onAug 14, 2023

Also, plz reply/tag w/ how much you do both, I'm curious !!!

[everythingstarstuff]

[asha-the-confused-lolita]

I just had a discussion with my friend about fanfiction and how we tend to assume that women are the writers without any actual proof. Then I said, hey, I know fanfiction written by gay and trans dudes. But then I remembered, wait, I think I know one writer who just must be cis het based on his work. Anyway, all writers, be honest, who are you?

Please reblog if you're interested in the results.

If you have ever written any fanfiction, tell me your identity, pls

cis het woman

cis queer woman

trans het woman

trans queer woman

nonbinary person

cis het man

cis queer man

trans het man

trans queer man

other/prefer not to tell/see the results

Voting ended onAug 9, 2023

[culturenlifestyle]

Enchanting Bookworm Inspired Digital Illustrations by Simini Blocker

NYC based illustrator Simini Blocker understands the enchanting world bookworms revel in. From Hogwarts to Neverland or King’s Landing, Blocker captures the spellbinding imaginative realms literature has introduced to us with vibrant colours, gorgeous brushstrokes and fitting quotes from our favourite authors. You can find her gorgeous illustrations on Society6 and Etsy.

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[just-shower-thoughts]

If Snow White literally had “lips red as a rose, hair black as ebony, and skin white as snow,” she’d look like a walking nightmare.

[play-read-write]

honestly this sounds like the description of a vampire. Which would also explain how she convinced seven dwarves to let her stay with them. How she could control some animals to do her bidding. How she could sleep for a long time without aging. Why the hunter betrayed the queen for her, and why the queen wanted her heart, so she could be sure she was killed properly. 

[ofgeography]

the first baby is born in may, and dies in his sleep. the second does not make it to term. the third lives for a year before an unknown illness claims him. the queen pricks her finger on a needle: old magic. blood on snow on an ebony windowsill. the wind carries the the contract, and the woods accept. 

blood now must be repaid with blood later, but the fourth baby is a girl, and she lives.

*

she grows slowly, and out of order. first her hands, long and bony; then her arms, thin, hollow-looking. she never looks quite like a child: no chubby cheeks, no skinned knees, no missing teeth. her hair is thick and so black it sometimes seems viscous. her skin is so thin you should be able to see the blood running through it.

they name her snow white, for the fairness of her skin. so fair that she cries when left in the light too long.

*

the queen dies when snow white is four, still small, and beloved. she is not beautiful, her mouth too painfully red, her eyes too liquid dark, her teeth too pointedly sharp. but only those who do not live in the castle think this. to know the child is to love her. to know the child is to want to please her. to know the child is to know that she is precious.

that she must be protected. that she must be obeyed.

“it is not your fault,” the king whispers to the child on his lip, petting her head. “she was not strong enough. i will make sure you never go hungry.”

the child presses her tiny hand against his cheek. “i know you will,” snow white says.

*

peasants begin to go missing. young boys are snatched from the fields. women are summoned to the castle and never seen again.

“gifts,” her father calls them. “eat. you are too thin.”

the girls are always silent, and the boys always scream. snow white hates it. she wishes they would stop, but she is hungry. she is so hungry. and doesn’t she have the right to survive? isn’t she a child, too?

but her mother’s blood is the only food that ever made her feel full. now she can eat and eat and eat and never feel like she has taken a single bite.

she grows thin. the sun becomes too strong for her to go outside.

“a mother’s blood,” the king muses, and sends his advisors out to find snow white a new one.

*

the kingdom has six queens in six years, but no more peasants go missing. it must be something in the castle, they say. some mold. some terrible illness. something that lingers, and kills you slowly.

but snow white grows healthy regardless. she can be seen, sometimes, on the parapets: in the early years she wears a heavy cloak but as she grows it gets thinner, and then disappears entirely.

she is small, and delicate. her laughter, floating down into the village, is silver and gold and painted in eighth notes. it is said that if you look into her eyes you can see your deepest desire. it is said that she will give it to you. it is said that every time a queen dies it breaks snow white’s gentle heart. she shrinks. she hides away indoors. she becomes frail and cannot leave her bed.

so many queens in so many years. eventually, somebody will notice.

eventually, somebody does.

*

“mirror, mirror, on the wall: who’s the fairest of them all?”

you, my queen.

“there are no others?”

there is one other. but she is young. she was made by the forrest. she doesn’t know what she is.

“another? after all this time? where?”

the kingdom of six queens.

“how strong is her heart?”

she is too young to know for certain. but she when she is hungry, she has always been fed.

*

snow’s new mother arrives on horseback. her lips are red as blood, her hair as black as ebony, her skin as fair as–snow’s. 

she marries the king and they spend the night in his chamber. this has never happened before. snow white does not understand. she is hungry. she always gets fed, the very first night. she always gets blood on her gown.

but her father stays in his chamber and does not come out. in the morning, his eyes are hazy and he does nothing but smile. her new mother’s teeth are red.

snow white waits. she isn’t starving yet. surely her father will snap out of it and feed her.

*

“today?” snow white asks, and her father pats her head.

“i will find you a peasant boy,” he says. “a strong one. your favorite kind.”

“that is not my favorite,” snow white tells him. she frowns. he has never told her no before. he, and everyone else, has always done exactly what she wanted. “father, i am hungry. you promised i would never be hungry again.”

she begins to cry, and the hazy look leaves him. he falls to his knees, her face between his hands. “of course,” he murmurs, “of course, tonight, i’ll send her. i don’t know why i didn’t before. i don’t know what i was thinking. tonight.”

snow white kisses his cheek. her red lips leave a print.

*

her new mother does not come. in the morning, her father’s eyes are hazy once again.

*

“father,” snow white begs.

“i promise,” he answers, but he is weak, every night he gives in to weakness because her new mother does not come. snow white is hungry. snow white grows thin. snow white cannot go out into the sun.

*

at last, her new mother comes. she has a plate of food: vegetables, fruit, and a slab of meat.

“eat,” her new mother murmurs. she perches on the edge of the bed.

snow white shuffles away from the sunlight coming through the window. “i’m not hungry,” she says.

“but you must be hungry,” her mother says, smiling. she reaches out to chase the edge of snow’s jaw. “you haven’t eaten in weeks. not even a peasant boy.”

snow white looks up, startled. “they aren’t filling,” snow white says.

“no,” agrees her new mother. “i agree. i prefer kings, when i can get them.”

“i prefer mothers.”

“i am not your mother.”

“then what are you?”

her smile is slow and bitter red. “my mother made the woods a promise, and the promise was me. she did not know that promises must be paid in blood, and sustained in blood, and that the blood was also me. she got what she wanted, and i ate until i was as full as a human could make me.”

“are there others? like you? …. like me?”

“there were,” the queen says. “once, there were many of us, and all of us were starving.”

snow white does not yet understand. “then what happened? where did they go? how did you survive?”

the queen runs a finger along the fabric of snow white’s blanket. her nail rips a line through the thread. “humans are weak, snow white. a thousand of them would not be enough to fill us up. but we are strong. our hearts can sustain a body for a hundred lifetimes.”

her teeth grow long. “i have been hungry for such a long time,” she says. 

snow white understands.

she runs.

*

it hurts: her skin is so hot it is nearly on fire. her feet blister as she runs. she has never been outside of the castle grounds, but the woods are dark and shaded. the shade is like jumping into a pool of water. the red bleeds from her skin, leaving her fair and white once more.

she hides inside the hollow of a tree (the woods created her and the woods will keep her safe until her mother’s debt is paid). she sleeps while the hunting parties pass her by, all but one. he is a huntsman. he knows the woods. he knows the woods have favorites, and protect them; but the woods are old and can be tricked.

he waits.

when she emerges, it is dark. her skin is so white he almost wants to drink it. she is small, her hair so black he thinks she has woven the night sky into it. as he notches his bow he thinks it seems a shame to kill something so beautiful, something so beloved by the woods. the huntsman is loved by the woods, too. he knows how its favorites suffer.

she turns to look at him. when their eyes meet he sees his deepest desires. her eyes promise to give it to him. we are the chosen, her eyes promise, as she approaches and he does not shoot. cannot shoot. cannot look away.

“i am so hungry,” she whispers, reaching out to touch his face. “my father hasn’t fed me.”

“she wants your heart,” the huntsman confesses.

snow white knows that already. snow white is beginning to understand the bargain that her mother made.

“she cannot have it,” snow white says, and her teeth get long, and she eats.

*

“mirror mirror on the wall, who’s the fairest of them all?”

you, my queen. but not for long.

*

part two

[garrettauthor]

I feel like @neil-gaiman would love the ever loving shit out of this.

[silmarillionhugger7]

A workable link to part two.

[naamahdarling]

This is amazing.

[harmony-is-happiness]

[dahldahlbills]

Reblog if you’re proud of your writing

You’re allowed to be happy and proud of your work, please let yourself be happy and proud of your work

[majesticduxk-deactivated2018121]

So last week I tried moaning every time I ate something delicious.

It was vaguely uncomfortable and unnatural

[soupernabturel]

I actually love the idea of doing this trying out fanfic/literary cliche’s out in real life, kinda wanna make up a list and undertake it as a challenge.

[whitmerule]

don’t forget to make your butthole flutter today

[hazeldomain]

Guess someone’s eye color from 20 feet away.

[prairiedust]

Be careful with these. I started reading fanfiction three years ago and now I have to toe my shoes off to get my feet out.

[hazeldomain]

But do you pad across rooms? 

[prairiedust]

Yes but I often give away my position when I huff.

[mittensmorgul]

FYI, I’m smirking at all y’all.

[k-vichan]

I’m resisting the urge to card my fingers through everybody’s hair.

[dorkaelskunkworks]

This is as good a time as any to admit that right now I smell like coffee, sandalwood soap, and something uniquely myself.

[podfixx]

Ah, but are you holding a breath you are unaware of?

[green-violin-bow]

I just stretched lazily and showed a strip of pale skin where my t-shirt rode up but there was no-one here to stare at it, speechless, so I don’t know if it even counted

[love-in-mind-palace]

I sigh thousand times a day. Hope that is enough.

[nightingveilxo]

I was forced to tear my eyes away, yet drawn toward this by my body’s own volition.

[sleepingexplorer]

i have ghosted my fingertips across countertops, along my own jawline, down the curtains’ edges. i am ghosting them across the nape of your neck, right now.

[madlori]

My tongue is battling for dominance, but there’s nobody else here so it’s just squaring off on a Starbucks cup. The cup doesn’t stand a chance.

[ineffectualdemon]

What people think writing is like: careful planning and thought out plotlines

What writing is actually like: being possessed by an idea that you are constantly arguing with

[shades-of-orange]

I have never seen such an accurate description of writing in my life

[actualhumancryptid]

[of-aurora]

Reblog if you're not homophobic

Every url that reblog’s will be written in a book and shown to my homophobic dad. 

[bigbuffcheetohpuff97-deactivate]

ive never hit reblog so fast

[heroes-get-made-deactivated2022]

Some ideas for bad things that are white/light:

lightning, very hot fire

snow storms, ice, frost on crops

some types of fungus/mold

corpses, ghosts, bones, a diseased person

clothing, skin tone, hair, etc. of a bad person

fur, teeth, eyes of an attacking animal/monster

bleached out deserts, dead trees, lifeless places

poison

Some ideas for good things that are black/dark:

rich earth/soil

chocolate, truffles, wine, cooked meat

friendly animals/pets/creatures

a character’s favorite vehicle, technology, coat, etc.

a pleasant night

hair, skin tone, clothing, etc. of a good person

undisturbed water of a lake

the case/container of something important

valued wood, furniture, art

velvet

Think to burn, to infect, to bleach vs. to enrich, to protect, to be of substance.

[noseforahtwo]

*slams reblog like the fist of an angry god*

the politics of light and dark are everywhere in our vocabulary…psa to writers: subvert this, reveal whiteness and lightness as sometimes artificial and violent, and darkness as healing, the unknown as natural

[attractthecrows]

“The truth finds more comfort in the dark”

[cogesque-deactivated20210410]

Top 5 Things We Can Learn from Our Artist Friends

I’ve dipped my toes in the worlds of art and writing (not saying that writing isn’t a form of art, but I’m sure you know the differentiation here), and I can say with absolute certainty that the majority of us are highly critical of our work and striving to get better. 

Here is a short list of things that us, as writers, can take away from how our artist friends do things.

1. Artists look back on their old work and say:  “Wow, look how far I’ve come.”

This is one of the biggest differences that I’ve noticed between the art and writing communities. It’s easier for artists to put two images side-by-side–something they drew a few years ago and something they drew a few months ago–and be filled with nothing but pride at how far they’ve come.

Us writers? Hell nah. We curl up into the fetal position and wail about how much the old thing pains us. What we should be doing instead is comparing our old work to our new work. Something will have improved or changed. If it’s improved, hell yeah. If it’s changed? You can decide whether that’s good or bad and change or not change your future work accordingly.

There is nothing shameful about having once been less than good at the thing that you love–we all have to start somewhere and I can guarantee that the first thing you wrote is not and will never be the best thing that you write.

2. Artists strive for realism over style, to begin with.

Keep in mind I’ve been out of the art community for years, but when I was actively involved, artists were encouraged to master realism first. Get to know proportions, perspective, shadows, etc. work before you start messing with them to develop a personal style. The same goes for writing.

We must know the rules before we learn how to break them, because every rule is made to be broken after all. Learn literary conventions–sentence structure, word usage, plot, and everything outside or in between those…and then start destroying those rules. 

3. Artists learn with references.

I have never met an artist that didn’t, at some point, use a reference to help them draw. Be it pictures, tutorials from other artists, or something else. They use these references to help them learn–this does not mean that they copy or steal, it means that they recognize what they need to improve and get an idea on how to improve it.

4. Artists work on bits and pieces of their style, rather than tackling the whole thing at once.

Nobody is perfect. Everyone has something that they need to improve. A distinct difference between the writing and art community that I’ve recognized is that artists are willing to take a step back and say “Okay, I need to work on my shading.” or “I think I’ll focus on how to draw hair today.” instead of the writer mentality of “It all needs to improve. At the same time.”

It is much more difficult to hone your style if you are trying to tackle every problem at the same time. Most artists seem to be pretty good at identifying individual problems and spending as much time as they need to tackle each of them at once. This is part of the reason that I think writers often get overwhelmed when they try to improve–we’ve convinced ourselves that we need it to get better at the same time.

Impossible expectations, my friends.

5. Artists are encouraged to have a distinctive style.

If you take a look at the most renowned artists throughout history, very few of them frequently practiced realism. This is because they had a style. People who are even partially versed in the art world can pick out a van Gogh, or Picasso, or Rembrandt just by glancing at the style of the painting. While this is possible with most modern writing it is much more difficult.

Most readers don’t want cookie-cutter realism when they read something–they want to get a feeling, they want to feel things. If you think of any textbook ever, they are bland as hell. They don’t possess the kind of style that is near-essential in creative literature. Of course, if you want to write textbooks, more power to you, but most of us don’t want to.

The point being, after you get a good concept of realism (Point #2), start playing with it a little. Start using more adverbs or different sentence structures, use metaphors and similes, do whatever you want! And, if it doesn’t turn out well, there’s no harm in rewinding and trying something new. 

It’s worthwhile to keep in mind that the vast majority of people have a natural style–so this point can just as easily be translated into “Don’t let anyone kill your style.” rather than “Develop a style.”

In the end, we can all learn things from each other, and the most important thing is to recognize that.

[juanitadiann]

Reblogging so I can be reminded of these points every day.

[ocqotd]

How would you describe your OC’s kitchen?

[jaimistoryteller]

Emere - technically it was originally Iov’s kitchen but it’s big and bright, almost always full of sunlight, we keep it neat and orderly, and always fully stocked. 

Aither - I have a kitchen, I know I do, but besides getting coffee or snacks I haven’t paid attention to it in months. I’ve got a minion who takes care of it

Sparks - I burn water, so I normally stay out of the kitchen, however it is spacious and sleek, everything is modern. Sitara and Nazreen both seem to like it. 

[lee-cameron]

Peter and Natasha: A small kitchen in a 1920s country cottage. There is no gas or electricity and no piped water. It’s cluttered and homey and warm. A girl comes from the village to do some of their cooking and the majority of the cleaning.

Tommy: Not technically “his”; run by Mrs Collins and Sissy (Miss Lewis, to you). Fairly large (it’s a pub kitchen) and much more modern. Tommy eats there most nights and is shooed out as soon as he’s done - the women have work to do.

Larry: Larry, though he is unmarried, has a small house in a posh part of London. His kitchen is small but modern and he rarely sets foot in it; it’s the domain of the servants.

Ed: Tiny and almost never used, because impencunious Ed keeps his staff to a minimum and can’t cook himself. He eats most of his meals at Lyon’s Coffee Houses and other cheap eating-places.

[arthurpenrose]

NSFW Character Trait Meme

Instant Meme, just add character traits! Fill in with your muse’s answers!

Preference for top or bottom?

Favorite type, looks and personality wise?

Get up and shower after or bask in the afterglow all sticky and wet?

Monogamous? Open relationship? Polyamorous?

Deep and slow? Hard and fast? What’s your character’s preference?

Favorite sex position?

What’s your character’s favorite kink?

How active in bed is your character? Do they like to lie there and take it or do they like to get the most bang for their buck?

Kissing during sex, yes or no?

Clothes off or on during sex?

Lingerie? Yes or no?

Would your character join a threesome if given a chance?

Your character’s Penis size? 

Preference for penis size?

Does your character like to roleplay? If so, what?

Does your character prefer condoms or bareback?

Your character’s most private sexual fantasy?

How sexually active is your character?

When did your character lose their virginity?

Kinks your character would participate in?

Kinks your character would not participate in?

A character that yours fantasizes about coupling with?

[cogesque-deactivated20210410]

ask game for smut sunday???

[futureauthor-mabye]

Come ask Smut Sunday

[kclenhartnovels]

Come on then, I’ll play this Smut Sunday

[sweet-sweet-petunia]

Why Not Send Me a Character or Pairing Along With a Theme and I'll Write a Drabble?

[jaimistoryteller]

1. Introduction

2. Complicated

3. Making History

4. Rivalry

5. Unbreakable

6. Obsession

7. Eternity

8. Gateway

9. Death

10. Opportunities

11. 33%

12. Dead Wrong

13. Running Away

14. Judgment

15. Seeking Solace

16. Excuses

17. Vengeance

18. Love

19. Tears

20. My Inspiration

21. Never Again

22. Online

23. Failure

24. Rebirth

25. Breaking Away

26. Forever and a day

27. Lost and Found

28. Light

29. Dark

30. Faith

31. Colors

32. Exploration

33. Seeing Red

34. Shades of Grey

35. Forgotten

36. Dreamer

37. Mist

38. Burning

39. Out of Time

40. Knowing How

41. Fork in the road

42. Start

43. Nature’s Fury

44. At Peace

45. Heart Song

46. Reflection

47. Perfection

48. Everyday Magic

49. Umbrella

50. Party

51. Troubling Thoughts

52. Stirring of the Wind

53. Future

54. Health and Healing

55. Separation

56. Everything For You

57. Slow Down

58. Heartfelt Apology

59. Challenged

60. Exhaustion

61. Accuracy

62. Irregular Orbit

63. Cold Embrace

64. Frost

65. A Moment in Time

66. Dangerous Territory

67. Boundaries

68. Unsettling Revelations

69. Shattered

70. Bitter Silence

71. The True You

72. Pretense

73. Patience

74. Midnight

75. Shadows

76. Summer Haze

77. Memories

78. Change in the Weather

79. Illogical

80. Only Human

81. A Place to Belong

82. Advantage

83. Breakfast

84. Echoes

85. Falling

86. Picking up the Pieces

87. Gunshot

88. Possession

89. Twilight

90. Nowhere and Nothing

91. Answers

92. Innocence

93. Simplicity

94. Reality

95. Acceptance

96. Lesson

97. Enthusiasm

98. Game

99. Friendship

100. Endings

[author-in-training-writes]

OC Asks

Just some random questions for your OCs:

Pride and Prejudice: What’s your OC’s dream job?

War and Peace: What’s your OC’s favourite colour?

As I Lay Dying: What does your OC put on their pizza?

The Great Gatsby: What is your OC’s favourite type of weather?

Tom Sawyer: Who’s your OC’s best friend?

Wuthering Heights: Does your OC have any nicknames? How did they get them?

Diary of Anne Frank: Is your OC a morning person or a night owl?

Lord of the Flies: What’s the easiest way to annoy your OC?

Great Expectations: Is your OC a fighter or a flighter?

To Kill a Mockingbird: Does your OC have any triggers? What?

East of Eden: What is the state of your OCs bedroom?

The Bell Jar: What’s the worst injury your OC has ever had?

Moby-Dick: Is your OC right-handed or left-handed?

1984: Does your OC like themselves?

Frankenstein: How does your OC sleep at night?

[homesteadchronicles]

Themed Character Ask: Dungeons & Dragons (Classes)

Barbarian: What causes your character to become enraged more so than anything else?

Bard: Can your character recall a time that music has had a special power over them? What was this song, where did they hear it, and did it affect them positively, negatively, or neutrally?

Cleric: What does your character place their faith in - a deity, universal energy, themselves, the government, etc.?

Druid: Does your character have a positive or negative opinion of nature (animals included)? Do they prefer the outdoors or the indoors?

Fighter: What cause does your character primarily fight for?

Monk: What natural physical abilities does your character possess? Can they perform acrobatic stunts, can they effectively punch an opponent, or can they do nothing but cower in fear when danger comes?

Paladin: Does your character have an oath, a mantra, or a code by which they live their life? Do they ever defy this code, and if so, what are the consequences?

Ranger: What one thing does your character hunt for - money, a family heirloom, a source of power, a lost love, a missing relative, etc.?

Rogue: What does your character hide from - the law enforcement, their friends, their family, themselves, their secrets, etc.?

Sorcerer: What comes naturally to your character that would require other people to train or to study in order to accomplish?

Warlock: What alliances does your character rely on for survival? What do these relationships offer them - protection, power, wealth, love, etc.?

Wizard: What does your character consider more important - natural talent or work ethic? Regardless of their convictions, do they rely on their training or their talent more often than not?