ℒℴ𝓈𝓉 𝒾𝓃 𝒶 ℱ𝒶𝓃𝓉𝒶𝓈𝓎

𝟷𝟾+ 𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝙳𝙽𝙸 | 𝟷𝟿𝟾𝟿 | 𝙽𝚊𝚝 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚢𝚜𝚑 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚑, 𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚢 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚢𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚌 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜. 𝙳𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚡? 𝙳𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚌? 𝙳𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚌 𝚜𝚎𝚡? 𝙳𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚡 𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚌? 𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎!

[nattheauthor]

𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘, 𝙸'𝚖 𝙽𝚊𝚝!

𝙽𝚊𝚝 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚢𝚜𝚑 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗.

𝚂𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕, 𝚘𝚛 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌. 𝚀𝚞𝚎𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚍𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜, 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎. 𝙰𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚘𝚐 𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚗𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚝, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚙𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚠𝚘.

⚔︎ 𝙰𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝙼𝚎 ⚔︎

𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎: 𝙽𝚊𝚝

𝙳𝚘𝙱: 𝟷𝟸/𝟷𝟿𝟾𝟿

𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚜: 𝚂𝚑𝚎/𝙷𝚎𝚛

𝙻𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚐𝚎: 𝙴𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑

𝙵𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝙳𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔: 𝚂𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚢 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚒 𝚃𝚎𝚊 𝙻𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎

𝙵𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝙵𝚘𝚘𝚍: 𝚂𝚑𝚎𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝙿𝚒𝚎

⚔︎ 𝙲𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚜 ⚔︎

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚁𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝙳𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚛𝚒𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚢

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛'𝚜 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛'𝚜 𝙴𝚍𝚐𝚎

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛'𝚜 𝙲𝚞𝚝

⚔︎ 𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 ⚔︎

𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚘𝚘𝚗...

[koala2all]

Heads Up 7-Up

I was tagged by @autumnfangirler for a game of Heads Up 7 Up… sharing seven (or so) lines from a WIP! Hmm, there are a bunch for me to choose from, but I think I’ll go with this one!

This is from a YA Fantasy story about a Tengu (raven-folk) named Korakk, who can only communicate through mimicry, traveling through lands far from home and the encounters he has along the way… sadly this one is one of the bad ones.

“Tell us, dear Korkack, from whence have you come?” An elegant gentleman seated directly across from this mysterious guest placed his elbows on the table, fingers laced together, and rested his chin on the backs of his hands, staring intently at Korakk. Dorius Trenard, the master of the house and Baron of the Western Dells, had caught sight of the Tengu as he had been summarily turned away from the town library. Fascinated by such a rare sight as a Tengu in this dreadfully boring city, Trenard had invited Korakk to supper, along with a handful of his closest friends to share in the entertainment.

“My name is Korakk,” the Tengu corrected gently, and at the sound of the young elven girl’s voice that flowed from his beak, the nobles tittered amongst themselves.

“Fascinating,” another of the gentlemen remarked, smiling broadly. “How many voices does it have?”

“All but its own, my dear chap,” Trenard replied with a chuckle. “But don’t be rude, Lord Burrber, Kordack here was just about to tell us where he’s from.”

Tagging @stesierra @nattheauthor @scifimagpie @writernopal if they would like to join in the game!

[nattheauthor]

oooh, I love this!!

This is from my current massive WIP, the Dagger’s Promise which is an NA fantasy which follows a group of young adults forced to be wards to a religiously and politically oppressive monarchy. This is an introduction to one of my favorite characters in the whole series:

“Where is she?” His deep voice boomed over all the noise in the common room, his smile growing even wider once he spotted Fithraen. “Fith! My sweet girl!”

“Grìmm… fuck!” Fithraen squealed when Þùrgrìmm immediately swept her off her feet in a bone breaking embrace, laughing when he kissed the top of her head and swung her around like she weighed nothing. “How many fawning girls did you have to fuck to make such good time through the strait?”

“Please, I was able to appease the sea gods with a few drops of my giant’s blood.” Þùrgrìmm kissed her again before setting her down on her feet as he ran his fingers through her hair and kept smiling at her. “And just to be safe I fucked Brandr.”

tagging: @pluvia-b @camillenrose @crowandmoonwriting @delusionisaplace @nickyv and anyone else who would like to join!

[nattheauthor]

Hi! What are you currently working on? Can I have a random fun fact about the world or one of the characters?

I am currently working on a fantasy NA trilogy that I’ve been world building for ten years. It’s very much my brain baby and I’m constantly going between being super excited about the fact I’m writing it finally and wanting to throw up because I’m so nervous about it.

Some fun facts about two of the characters: Ingvir and Marja Suomi are sisters who live in the far northeastern realm of the kingdom of Earunne. Their favorite pastime is diving naked off the glacial cliffs in the winter and swimming in the frozen sea of the fjords. In summer they accompany their father and the other men on the traditional whale hunts of their culture and managed to bring in a narwhal on their own which earned them an unbelievable amount of respect. They also make jewelry and combs from whalebone and sew their own dresses from seal skins. Because of their affinity for the cold and the frozen sea, there’s a myth about the women of their family that they secretly turn into seals when the moon is full so they can swim farther out and dive deeper under the ice. They adhere to the same animistic religion and worship the land like other noble northern families, and their sacred sites are hidden coves and caverns along the coast.

The Dagger’s Promise:

It’s my first real book and even though we are very much still in the weeds writing wise, I like building hype, what can I say. I am making

[nattheauthor]

hihihi! i hope you're having a good day :) could you share three fun facts about yourself? and ask the same thing to the seven people at the top of your notifs? if you want to, ofc ;)

Three fun facts about me:

I worked in veterinary medicine for five years.

I love cooking and baking medieval recipes

At some point I’d love to brew my own beer and mead.

[buckets-and-trees]

I didn’t know you did some veterinary work! That’s so cool!

[nattheauthor]

I did! I miss it so much sometimes but mostly just because I worked with such an amazing team. The pay was absolutely shit though, lol

[gingerly-writing]

write for the audience you want, not the one you’re afraid of

[headspace-hotel]

write to delight the audience you want and piss off the one you’re afraid of

[mareebrittenford]

Write for the audience of yourself and trust that there’s other people out there who are just as weird as you are

[nattheauthor]

hihihi! i hope you're having a good day :) could you share three fun facts about yourself? and ask the same thing to the seven people at the top of your notifs? if you want to, ofc ;)

Three fun facts about me:

I worked in veterinary medicine for five years.

I love cooking and baking medieval recipes

At some point I’d love to brew my own beer and mead.

[nattheauthor]

Tanwyn Lyneth

[scribbling-stardust]

Character Intro - Valda

Age // 18 Traits // stubborn, persistent, socially awkward Affinity // shape shifting Occupation // runaway

Valda was raised in a cult that believes magic users should let their magic take over and let go of their humanity. As a result, she's terrifyingly powerful but lacks the skills to deal with other people in non-violent ways. After the ways of the cult led to her friend's death, Valda decided to not only leave but to take down the cult and it's abusive leaders. Unfortunately for her, this doesn't go to plan as she gets caught up in another dangerous situation.

Likes // painting, butterflies, Lux's cooking, being free to make her own choices, using magic, being in nature

Dislikes // cults, authority figures, violence (surprisingly), loud sounds, broccoli

[rydykg]

hihi there’s lots of posts like this out there but what’s one more lol anyway! it’s kinda hard to know if someone’s accepting ask/tag games etc sometimes, and it’s starting to take too long to find blogs for sts, wbw etc so rb this if you wanna be tagged in tag games or asked in ask games! feel free to use this post to find other writeblrs too! ok ty

[jactingjoices-deactivated202406]

i wish i could scoop out all the words and stories inside my head with a butter knife and spread it onto a document and that was it

[vividviverrid]

"what advice do you have for new writers?" well i could say the typical (but important!) "practice" "read books" but my PERSONAL advice as someone who's been writing since he was a toddler is as follows: feel every emotion u can & touch every texture u can & search for obscure facts or antiquated words or animal behavior or something you wouldn't normally think about. the most arbitrary things can bring inspiration. branch out! leave your comfort zone and seek things that are new & unknown to you. learn to find wonder and beauty in some aspect of the world, but hopefully many aspects. learn how to be patient tbh. fall in any kind of love with anything. most importantly treat yourself with kindness and care and forgiveness - i get wanting to write about pain, trust me, but also trust me, your writing will evolve as your perception of yourself softens. oh yeah and always have a pen on you

[dduane]

10/10. No notes. :)

[waitingforthesunrise]

Writer’s culture is agonizing for weeks over how to describe the most mundane detail and then coming up with the best sentence you’ve ever written while brushing your teeth

[deactivated-user-00008915842310]

[deniselavestal-deactivated20231]

A bad day of writing does not make you a bad writer. Nor does an odd piece of dialogue, or an illogical plot line.

Cut yourself some slack. Writing gets tedious sometimes.

[unboundprompts]

I don't know if you've done it yet but could you do hazel eyes, preferably hazel green?

No rush though, love your page 💞

Different Ways to Describe Hazel Eyes

-> feel free to edit and adjust pronouns as you see fit.

His eyes made them think of the woods behind his old house: not just the green of the leaves but the rough brown bark that used to scrape his hands as he climbed the trees as well.

Their eyes were the color of spring and the memory of autumn.

She had the most interesting eyes he had ever seen. They held the sweetness of honey and the softness of pastures after a heavy rainfall.

The brown elements in their hazel eyes were more dominant, complimenting the freckles that dotted their nose.

His hazel eyes had never held such hatred until now.

She had soft, hazel eyes. A warm brown with an inner radiating golden sun.

Their hazel eyes were both the sunlit branches and the moss that clothed the old oak tree.

Her eyes reminded them of spring. Irises like the forest floor that stretched over the roots of trees and the plants and flowers that sprouted from between the cracks.

He had eyes like the sea and the wet, sharp rocks that lined the edge of the cliff. The center was all rock, a harsh brown that spread out to waves of greens and blues under an angry sky.

Their green eyes were flaked with gold.

She hated to admit that he had beautiful eyes. They were a soft hazel, with waves of browns and greens and golds that mesmerized her. The warmth of his eyes however, did nothing to change the impression she had of him.

Behind their hazel eyes, he could tell they were hiding something. It reflected in the greens and golds of their irises.

Her eyes were the same colors as the bracelets on her wrists. He watched the golden metal with the blue and green gems clang against one another as she talked with her hands.

They had never imagined that hazel eyes so beautiful could look so sad.

His eyes mirrored the ground of the cemetery and the blue sky that looked down on them.

She had eyes like watercolors, blues and greens and browns swirling together to paint an incredible scene.

They had eyes that painters could only ever dream of capturing in their art.

Words could never describe the incredibility of their hazel eyes, but he was damn well going to try.

[luna-azzurra]

Here are some examples of "show, don't tell" in action:

Telling: Sarah was very angry.

Showing: Sarah's face turned red, her fists clenched, and she slammed the door shut.

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Telling: The room was messy.

Showing: Clothes were strewn across the floor, books were piled haphazardly on the desk, and dirty dishes filled the sink.

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Telling: John was scared of heights.

Showing: John's palms grew sweaty, his heart raced, and he clung tightly to the railing as he looked down from the rooftop.

//////

Telling: The food tasted delicious.

Showing: The flavors exploded on her tongue, a medley of sweet, tangy, and savory notes danced in her mouth, leaving her craving more.

//////

Telling: Emma was sad about the breakup.

Showing: Emma's eyes welled up with tears, her shoulders slumped, and she spent hours curled up in bed, replaying their last conversation in her mind.

//////

Telling: It was a beautiful sunset.

Showing: The sky transformed into a canvas of vibrant hues—pinks, oranges, and purples blending together in a breathtaking display, casting a warm glow across the horizon.

//////

Telling: The car was old and unreliable.

Showing: The engine coughed and sputtered, emitting puffs of smoke. Rust covered the body, and the faded paint revealed years of wear and tear.

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Telling: The meeting was tense.

Showing: The participants leaned forward in their seats, their brows furrowed, and their voices became sharp and clipped as they argued back and forth.

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Telling: He was a kind person.

Showing: He often went out of his way to help others, offering a comforting smile and lending a listening ear whenever someone needed support.

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Telling: The forest was eerie at night.

Showing: Shadows danced among the trees, the wind whispered through the branches, and the distant hooting of an owl sent shivers down her spine.

[unboundprompts]

Different Ways to Describe Green Eyes

-> feel free to edit and adjust pronouns as you see fit.

He had eyes like the fields after a sweet summer rain.

Their eyes reminded her of the forests at night.

Her green eyes were like leaves with golden sunlight shining filtering through them.

Green eyes— usually a symbol of grace— had never held such a look of hatred.

She had eyes the same color as the bottle of poison tucked away safely in the inside pocket of her jacket.

He stared deep into her green eyes and saw forever reflected in them.

Their eyes were the same color as the moldy piece of bread he found under the couch a couple days ago.

She bit into the apple— the same color as her sour green eyes— and flashed him a wicked grin.

He stared at the green walls of his childhood bedroom, but it only made him think of [Name’s] eyes that always teased him.

Their eyes reeked of danger, the color of acid and a threat.

Her eyes were the color of the woods at twilight.

His green eyes kept a lifetime of secrets locked away behind them.

Their eyes reminded him of a cat’s: mischievous and quick to chase.

She had eyes like spring and the memory of a childhood summer.

His eyes matched the emerald ring he wore on his finger.

They had heard the saying “the grass is greener on the other side” their entire life, but after seeing her eyes? They finally thought it might have some truth to it.

Her eyes made him think of germs. It wasn’t the most colorful of metaphors, but he thought it went well with the way it made him feel. Sick.

His eyes were as green as the potions that lined the shelves in their glass bottles.