ny does indeed write

Writing about anything and everything! Buy me a Ko-Fi! Commissions are OPEN! Story masterlist!

[sitronsangbody]

"Fat liberation is a scam" fat liberation isn't selling you anything 🤷🏻‍♀️

I'm begging you people to stop seeing absolutes where there aren't any. Fat liberation is largely about dismantling the absolutes.

When we say "fat people can be perfectly healthy", some of you hear "all fat people are perfectly healthy" when the point is simply that weight and health aren't synonymous. It's more complex.

When we say that health looks different for everyone some of you hear "health is completely meaningless" when the point is actually just that it's more complex than either/or. YES, intentional weight loss can be the right path for someone! Look, I Have Said it! The problem is, there's a widespread myth saying it's the right path for everyone. That's not the case.

When we say health status does not indicate your intrinsic worth and should be irrelevant to how you're treated, some of you apparently hear "there's no reason to care about your own health", which is just bananas. Learn better reading comprehension.

Fat liberation is a political movement based on no absolute claims about health. Literally the point is that fat people deserve social equality regardless of health status. "Health is complex and individual" is a full on fact, but ultimately it's also beside the point.

The only absolute in this movement is that fat people are People and worthy of equity and basic respect. That's what you're objecting to when you say you're against fat liberation.

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

please please please please reblog if you’re a writer and have at some point felt like your writing is getting worse. I need to know if I’m the only one who’s struggling with these thoughts

[assiraphales]

you guys made luigi mangione trend for days and I need to see the same energy for brianna boston. she is a 43 year old mother of three who ended a phone call with blue cross blue shield (after being denied a claim) “delay deny depose, you’re next” and is now being held under a 100,000$ bond and could face FIFTEEN years of prison if charged. she has no weapons, her record is clean, and yet she is being held behind bars. they are afraid of the public and are trying to subdue. do not let them!!!! say her name!!! be outraged that our freedom of speech is being threatened!!!!! deny defend depose! free brianna boston!

[apocryphics]

oh ok

[gorps]

[calamitys-child]

Seasonal affective disorder havers how are we all coping

[ID: Two versions of the cat screaming at food bowl meme. The first has a clock showing 4pm and is captioned "WHY IS IT NIGHTTIME". The second has a November calendar and is captioned "WHY IS IT TEMPERATURES".]

[calamitys-child]

I love how perfectly like clockwork this returns every November. Good morning northern hemisphere take your vitamin D

[neonblixtar]

[phantomrose96]

Oh woah hey there 🐱 I think that was a funny little accident just now. 🐱 You see I was just licking this plate of food left on the counter and you 🐱 pushed my face right out of the way. I think you just did not notice 🐱 my face was there so no worries, I’ll just go back to 🐱 OH you’ve pushed my face away again? Sorry I don’t mean to embarrass 🐱 you but I am in the middle of something here so I will simply just 🐱 You have pushed my face away again?????? 🐱🐱🐱

[gibbearish]

kids who werent raised christian being like "lol baptising children is whack if they tried to do that to me i would start doing things to make it look like i was possessed" no you would not. you would bask in the pride and approval coming from the adults around you and you would quietly wait your turn because you were told from birth that sinning sends you to hell and baptism is The Promise that youre dedicating your life to jesus that youve had hyped up for years and watched other people be fawned over as they cry happy tears about it and you do NOT want to fuck up your One Big True Promise To Love Jesus Forever So You Don't Get Tortured For Eternity when you are literally 8 years old. im begging yall to remember its a thousand times easier to see the church's bullshit for what it is when you're not actively in the church. eight year old you is not thinking about trying to fight back against an oppressive religious group indoctrinating children because You Are The Children Being Indoctrinated. stop acting like you would've magically known better if it were you.

[jewfrogs]

[picking at my scabs] heehee hoohoo texture be gone. surely there will be no repercussions

[wheeloffortune-design]

How to write a novel

I was talking to a girl at ComicCon, the kind of person who has a million creative projects at the same time. As many people do, she has a story she wants to write, with amazing characters she wants to share with the world, but writing is hard and a first novel can be daunting. Here’s what I told her.

Now, this applies to the people who REALLY want to see their story done. These are the main pillars of the cathedral that is your story. Let’s begin.

1- YOUR GOAL IS TO WRITE A COMPLETE FIRST DRAFT. It will be shit. But it will be complete. You can build on it and rewrite, but the most important thing is to WRITE TILL THE END OF THE STORY.

2- SIT DOWN AND WORK. That’s the difference between writers and the million people who say they have a story that they’ll write someday.

Alright, let’s get technical, and start by the end. 

3- Art is about causing your public to have emotions. Decide right now what emotion you want to leave your readers with when they close your book. Is it happy, sad, bittersweet, hopeful? Pick one. (This can be changed later if you rewrite and find some other ending, but we are working on the first draft.)

— Maybe you have a nice gimmick, a cool idea for a story, like idk, ‘What if you cloned yourself and that clone took over your life’. This is interesting, but it’s not a story in itself. A story needs emotions. If you don’t pick the emotions you want your reader to feel, your idea is just a gimmick. 

4- Now that you have the final emotion, decide your ending in accordance to said emotion. Are characters dying? Is the bad guy defeated? Is everyone splitting up or leaving together as a found family? 

Then we go back to the beginning.

5- You probably have a million characters you all want to write. Pick one to be your protagonist. Yes, just one. Multi-characters stories are harder to write and demand experience and time. We want this novel to exist, and not be stuck in limbo forever. Anyway, people tend to always prefer side characters. Who has heard of someone having a protagonist as a fave?? Your side characters will be loved, no worry. 

How to find your protagonist: It’s the person who makes decisions and makes the plot advance. Simple as that. Not to be mistaken for the leader of a group.  

6- Now that you have your protagonist, you decide what is normal for them. That is your beginning. 

7- And then, you break that normality in some horrible way that will prevent your protagonist to come back to it. That is your inciting incident. 

Then we write the middle

8- You google Three-Act-Structure and get one of these babies. 

(But Talhí, I hear you say, why should I follow this? It’s been overdone, and my story doesn’t follow this, and I have more to write than this… Well, that’s your choice. I’m not the boss of you. I’m just saying that this is a solid model for western storytelling and it’s been proven to work time and time again. You can create outside of this, but again, the main goal here is to get your novel on paper. This is a solid template.)

9- You probably have a general idea of events you want to happen in the story. Place these scenes where you feel they should go on the structure. Like, a confrontation with the main bad guy goes in climax of act three, and the confrontation with the main henchman goes to climax of act two, etc. Be mindful of the rising action and tension: a cute misadventure in the woods would probably go earlier in the story than a fight to the death.

10- Now, a secret: What separates bad writing from good writing? Bad writing is adding a bunch of events in the middle and have the characters go through them like a checklist of scenes. You can often see this in movies. But good writing links the events. Each and every event that happens has to be a result of your character making a decision. Then, an obstacle happens, and your character makes another decision, that leads to your next event/obstacle. 

11- Another secret: A character will gain power, money, weapons and allies through the story. In videogames, this is useful to defeat the bad guy. But storytelling is not videogames. Having a superpowerful hero at the end is boring. What we want is keeping the reader in suspense. So you’ll have to take everything from them. Leave them powerless and alone. And then, break their leg. I mean, not literally, although you can do that too, but have them super disadvantaged. And then they can use the personal growth they got in the adventure to prevail. (What is more interesting: a character fleeing from a facility but with weapons and kickass moves, or a character fleeing the same facility without weapons or shoes and with a broken arm? Who do you root for?)

Other tricks

The rest of the crew: I go with what Pixar does for characters: Main character gets three or more characteristics. That’s your Woody. Second tier character gets two characteristics. That’s your Buzz. Third tier characters get one characteristic, like Rex and Mister Potato Head. Keep control of your character tiers and never give too much time to the lower tiers ones, it doesn’t help your story.  

Herd your cats: Characters will want to wander in every direction, and you’ll want to follow them. Keep them in groups, and even though you can follow a side character for a scene or two, focus 80 to 90% of your story on your protagonist. 

DND is not a novel: I’m pretty sure your campaign is super fun, but you can’t just put it on paper and call it a novel. It needs a narrative arc and serious editing. You can use a campaign as a base, but it needs to be worked as a novel, because you’re changing mediums, and a novel has different requirements. 

That’s pretty much what I can remember for now. This should help you with the bones of your novel, and you can add the meat on that. I hope it helps. But honestly, the best advice I can give you is 

SIT DOWN AND DO THE THING. 

[rebloggedtutorials]

not a digital art tutorial, but it might come in handy

[gr8writingtips]

writing tip #3190:

NO write. ONLY think

[monstersandmaw]

Milestone Follower Giveaway!

This blog has been a lifeline and a wonderful place to be, especially this year despite everything, and I’d like to say thank you for following me and being part of the lovely group of people who make up this community of fantasy and monster lovers.

One lucky follower who has reblogged this post will receive the following (all sfw):

A small goody-bag of postcards

Four ‘Ghosti’ vinyl stickers

One Monsters and Maw ‘maw’ logo (the old one) vinyl stickers

A mini original watercolour

A little handwritten letter

Maybe one or two little tiny extras…

AND

This ‘art journalling’ sketch book, made by me, with original artwork as well as found pictures, images, handmade paper, and stickers. It’s a perfect start for you to make your own art journal, and I hope you’d like it! There’s only one like it :)

In order to qualify for the giveaway, you must be over 18 (I don’t tolerate minors on this blog anyway, thank you), and you must be following me.

You must be available by DM on Tumblr, and you must be prepared to let me have a name and postal address (which will be used only for the purposes of this giveaway).

This is open to followers all over the world. You’ve brought me such joy, and I hope that this giveaway brings a smile to the face of the follower who wins.

Good luck, and get sharing!

CLOSING DATE 1st DECEMBER 2020 at 1200 GMT

(I will not be checking it after that time)

[veliseraptor]

that ‘pakige?’ post but me, a couple hours after posting a fic, like ‘comints?’

[kitten-kin]

[ny-writes]

Story Masterlist

Svani’s Story - male selkie

Male OC/Cole (Dragon Age Inquisition) Commission

Meet the Crosses - werewolves!

Cross Eyed - pt. 2 with the Crosses

Crosshairs - pt. 3 with the Crosses

Dreams - male orc x reader

I fall in love too easily - winged human x human pt. 1

I fall in love too fast - pt. 2

[ny-writes]

fxf stardew valley inspired. will be making a series out of this - so this is pt 1.

1667 words rated E (rating will probably go up in later chapters)

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Tess groaned inwardly, waiting for the clock to strike five so that she could finally leave. There wasn’t much longer to go, sitting at her cramped cubicle, but it felt like an eternity as she waited impatiently. Her supervisor walked by, giving her a look, probably because she wasn’t tapping away diligently at her computer, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. Working in data entry was a boring and unrewarding job, and she felt like if she had to spend one more minute staring at an Excel spreadsheet, she was going to lose it.

Once upon a time, she had wanted something else from her life. Certainly she had never imagined that she would end up someplace like this, the basement of an office building, surrounded by other people with nowhere better to be. At one point she had wanted to be a veterinarian, another, an author, and for a while she had even dreamed of becoming a farmer. None of those things was going to happen for her, though. She hated the hustle and bustle of classes and attending college, so she had dropped out after her second year, and now she couldn’t afford to go back and do something better with her time.

As soon as five o’ clock rolled around, Tess clocked out at her station and walked away, dreading that she was working again the next day and hating herself for signing up for so many shifts that week.

Home was within walking distance, so she decided to leg it instead of taking the bus, which would take the same amount of time and cost her two dollars. Halfway there, her phone rang, lighting up with the familiar face of her best friend.

“Hey, Nik,” she said, answering the phone before it vibrated again. “I’m on my way home from work, what’s going on?”

Nik - otherwise known as Nikki or, on serious occasions, Nicole - sounded ecstatic on the other end. She was a somewhat successful businesswoman, and was generally excitable, so this wasn’t out of the ordinary. “Tess, babe, you won’t believe the opportunity that just came up. I can’t explain everything right now, but it’s amazing, and I want to take it. This is just what we need,” she gushed.

Tess smiled wistfully at the familiar feeling of talking to her best friend, and patiently waited for her to pause so she could get a word in. “Nikki, you haven’t told me what this opportunity is,” she finally interjected.

“It’s a surprise!” Nik exclaimed. “But I need to know - how attached are you to your job and apartment?”

She laughed as she considered her answer. “Not at all, but this better not end up with me jobless and on the streets,” she said, and after Nik confirmed that indeed it would not, they chatted until Tess arrived at her apartment building and needed to get into the elevator.

Inside her bare apartment, Tess sunk into her couch and wondered what her friend was up to. But at the end of the day, she would trust the other woman with her life, so she didn’t worry too much about it and instead went about getting dinner ready. They had a standing appointment for dinner on Wednesdays, and Wednesday it was, so she made some soup and stuck a store bought loaf of french bread in the oven to heat up.

As the soup began to bubble on the stove, there was a knock on the door, and then Nik let herself in with her key. “Oh, Tess, that smells really good. What is it?”

Tess smiled. “It’s chicken, potatoes, and cheese,” she explained. “Now you tell me what that phone call earlier was all about, I’ve been on the edge of my seat ever since.”

“Okay. Maybe sit down,” Nik said, and waited until Tess was seated at the small kitchen table to continue. “I went out on a limb. I know how much you hate your job and I know you don’t like living in the city . . . So when I saw a house for sale in a town a couple states over, I had to buy it,” she said.

The other woman sat completely still for a second, blinking several times before she spoke. “You . . . bought a house,” she began.

Nik grinned from ear to ear. “I bought a house! For us!”

“You bought a house for us,” Tess repeated. “In a town.”

“A house, for us, in a town. It’s a farmhouse, there’s a lot of land around it to farm and raise animals,” Nik continued a little more carefully, suddenly seeming a lot less sure of herself. “I know it was a big risk, I hope I wasn’t . . . I didn’t mean to . . .”

Tess stood suddenly and almost tackled her with a very aggressive hug. “You bought me a fucking farm, Nik, oh my god,” she said. “I’ve dreamed about owning a farm since I was like, fifteen. Where exactly is it? Tell me everything.”

Nik sagged with relief and sat in the other seat at the table to continue talking. “It’s in a little town called Evergreen Village. Well, a village, I guess. It’s in this beautiful valley, their main export is lumber, and they desperately need people to move there so they’re offering bonuses to people who buy property. We get a free class on farming - well, you do. And some seeds and stuff, like tools, too.”

Satisfied with this description, Tess went to the kitchen and grabbed them both bowls of soup and spoons, returning to take the bread out of the oven and slice it into wide pieces, good for dipping into the thick broth. Nothing tied her here - her lease was actually up the next month, and she wouldn’t really be burning any bridges by quitting her job. Over dinner, they discussed travel plans, how they’d move and when, and other details of their new house and village.

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Two days later, Tess drove a U-Haul into town and was immediately flagged down by a woman waiting by the town welcome sign. She looked perfectly in place, wearing tattered coveralls and her dark, curly hair tied back with a bandana. “You must be the new homeowners here,” she said, as soon as Tess rolled the window down. “I’m Irene, the home seller! It’s nice to meet you. If you’ll follow me, I can lead you to your new farm. GPS tends to get a little confused around here, what with all the little roads.” Upon receiving confirmation that they’d follow her, Irene climbed into a pickup truck as battered as her clothes that had been pulled over onto the side of the road and pulled in front of them, guiding them through the town.

No one seemed to be around, aside from a few people in what she assumed was a grocer’s. It was still early in the morning, though - they’d been driving all night. Soon enough, they exited the town and drove down a road that seemed to get progressively rougher and narrower as they went. They passed through a gate in a falling-apart wooden fence and slowed to a stop in front of a small home. In front of the house was a man, sitting on the edge of the porch. He sprung up as though he’d been waiting for them.

As the women climbed out of their vehicles, the man walked up and shook Tess’s hand, and then Nik’s, and gave Irene a friendly clap on the shoulder in greeting. “I’m Marcus. It’s nice to meet y’all,” he said. “I’m the carpenter here. I just finished making repairs to your new home yesterday, so you’re right on time - Irene told me what time you’d be coming in and I just wanted to greet you personally. Now, I did good on your house, and I don’t think you’ll be having any problems anytime soon, but I want you to know that I can do more than repairs. If you provide supplies, I’ll be able to add rooms to your house. Right now, it’s just two bedrooms, a bit of a kitchen, and a bathroom. Let me show you inside.”

Tess, nervous suddenly, nodded and followed Marcus inside, looking around as they went. The front door opened into a small kitchen with barely enough space for the little table they brought, and she could see the doors for the bathroom and the two bedrooms. The tour was over quite quickly, and Marcus said his goodbyes and left - though not before reminding them where his carpenter shop was. Irene waited until they seemed satisfied and ready to start moving in their belongings before she, too, departed for whatever she needed to do that day, leaving Tess and Nik alone in the house that they owned. The reality of the situation was sinking in and she was extremely anxious.

Nik squeezed her, ever excited, and started talking. “Let’s move things in, Tess. It will seem more like home when our furniture is in!”

She agreed, and they spent the morning moving their possessions into the house, small as it was. Luckily, they managed to fit their beds into the small rooms, and they agreed to take a nap and then go into town for lunch after taking showers.

The day passed quickly, with them unpacking most of their boxed items in the evening and then eating a dinner of leftovers and going directly to bed, exhausted from driving all night and unpacking all day. Though she’d been anxious earlier, Tess felt herself filling with the excitement that Nik was already feeling as she considered the training on how to farm she would be attending for the next week. Nik herself was simply working remotely from her previous job, something many employees did. After all, they had to be able to pay for groceries. She fell asleep thinking about the animals they’d be able to raise and that maybe, just maybe, this was exactly what she had wanted.

[ny-writes]

hmm . . .

thinking about doing a Stardew Valley-esque series, maybe with characters living in the same town as Kade. The problem: i know nothing about farming and that would probably be a key element.

[princesskuragina]

I want to write. I have ideas. I open document. I type four of the worst sentences ever created in the english language. I daydream the rest of the scene. I close document.