Firstly, I would like to extend a huge, warmhearted welcome to my blog! I hope you will enjoy the pieces I drop here from time to time!
Asks are opened, so feel free to interact with me in relation to any of the pieces posted here, if you have any pieces of advice or for any other reason whatsoever! However, if you are here to spread any type of hate speech, I will not tolerate it.
Why do I do this? I have always aspired to a writer's career and, even if I go back and forth between styles, stories and words, I want to achieve this one dream of mine.
Current target on Tumblr: 100 followers
Long lasting target on Tumblr: 500 followers
A little bit about me? I am a 21 years old Romanian who studies Law in the UK. I have a British Shorthair called Happy and you might see her around here quite often. My birthday is on 13th of June, I am a Gemini with Rising Leo, but I don't let the zodiac guide my entire life. Pronouns are unimportant to me (as I am a proud non-binary), so don't worry about that. This blog will also be kept gender neutral as that aspect is not important (in my POV) for my little artistic liberation.
Current inspirations: Neil Gaiman, Rupi Kaur, Bob Ross
Weekly schedule I (hope to) maintain:
Monday-> beginning of the week (BOTW) Thought
Tuesday-> writing inspiration day
Wednesday-> poetry day
Thursday-> QnA (when any questions arise)
Friday-> one shots (short descriptive texts, OC sheets, short stories I might've cooked during the week)
Saturday-> picture day (a compilation of reblogs and pictures I took myself, tagged accordingly)
Sunday-> quote of the week (either mine or somebody else's)
Thank you for your attention and support and I hope you will enjoy my little ramblings! 🧡
Guess what! It's Tuesday again! Which means you get yet another writer advice. Not sure how helpful they are, but eh, what can you do?
Here are a few tips on how I overcome writer's block, as I know a lot of us are going through that at one point:
Take the pressure of the main story! Go ahead and design your character's backstory or a map or a city. Doing that might actually ground your work a bit and help you put a dimension to your story.
Find music to suit the vibe of your story! Preferably something without words, something to carry you in your fantasy world with ease.
Do some studies related to your work! Your fantasy story is set in a Post War era? Watch a documentary in that sense, or go read a book about it! It will give you a sense of what you want to include in your own fantasy world and to what extent. You might even have that "Evrika" moment!
I hope these are at least a little bit helpful! I know I shouldn't be the one to talk about writer's block since I haven't fully overcome it (oops), but I am getting there.
Most importantly, though, don't forget to take care of yourself and don't force yourself to do something you do not enjoy doing! Writing should be fun... Hell, all hobbies should be fun.
Guess what! It's Tuesday again! Which means you get yet another writer advice. Not sure how helpful they are, but eh, what can you do?
Here are a few tips on how I overcome writer's block, as I know a lot of us are going through that at one point:
Take the pressure of the main story! Go ahead and design your character's backstory or a map or a city. Doing that might actually ground your work a bit and help you put a dimension to your story.
Find music to suit the vibe of your story! Preferably something without words, something to carry you in your fantasy world with ease.
Do some studies related to your work! Your fantasy story is set in a Post War era? Watch a documentary in that sense, or go read a book about it! It will give you a sense of what you want to include in your own fantasy world and to what extent. You might even have that "Evrika" moment!
I hope these are at least a little bit helpful! I know I shouldn't be the one to talk about writer's block since I haven't fully overcome it (oops), but I am getting there.
Most importantly, though, don't forget to take care of yourself and don't force yourself to do something you do not enjoy doing! Writing should be fun... Hell, all hobbies should be fun.
My body does not have to be perfect to be loved by Allah (SWT)
– “Perfection” by Salamatullah Eldritch
I made a post a while back mainly talking about shitty takes from muslims on Tiktok, and ended up talking about my view of self-love, as someone who was born disabled and who has struggled with body image throughout my life. I decided a while back that I wanted to turn part of what I said into a poem and illustrate it, which was a bit ambitious, but I stuck to it. And here’s the final product. I’m pretty proud of it.
The verses in the background are the first 4 verses from Surah at-Tin, because it’s probably the verse I think about most when thinking about the idea of being made perfect.
Possible TRIGGER WARNING, but I love this immensely. Especially since I am struggling a bit with loving myself. You don't have to be muslim to appreciate the beauty of this 🧡
A/N: a much older piece I have decided to drop here too just because why not?
One day, years ago, I met God and nobody would believe what he told me.
“Wait, come again?” I said a little confused and raised an eyebrow at what I have just heard. In front of me they, the entity we call “God”, “Allah”, “Buddha” and thousands of other names.
“I want to die” they said, that same monotone from before echoing again in the back of my head. “And I want you to live forever, to watch over them” they added as a huge, golden wing waved towards humanity. I forgot we were on the top of a skyscraper, and I was thinking of killing myself. “You’ll be happy, I promise you.” And, with that, I became God, with immortality and all its beauties. There has been only one disturbing thing: I needed to watch God killing themselves instead of me.
As soon as the body hit the ground, I felt my core shift. At first it hurt, then it tickled my back and mind. A feeling of ecstasy waved over me as my shirt tore on me, the huge golden wings I had seen before expanding around me, looking as if they were growing forever. Yet they came to a full stop after some solid ten minutes and I allowed myself to study them: they were made from solid gold, impossible to bent or rip off, each feather looking perfectly crafted by beings above myself. They were slightly warm and pleasing to touch, so soft I could pet them forever, but a sudden urge made me change my mind: I wanted to fly, to test off my limits and my newly acquired wings. Looking down at the spot where, just a moment ago, a God was laying, I spread my wings surprisingly easily and… jump. I was falling fast, and I closed my eyes; that’s how I would have felt, had I jumped as initially planned. Behind me, the river of golden feathers graciously flapped and stretched and, as I opened my eyes, I saw myself hovering over the old city, watching from above people and animals and cars and trees the world working its huge mechanism called life. I had power over this mechanism; I could stop it or speed its process; I could reverse it or let it flow as it has been programmed to. I could do and be everything I desired.
And so, time passed right in front of my eyes, painfully slowly and weirdly satisfying. God- or… ex God? I don’t know how to even call them anymore…- promised me happiness in trade of this responsibility and I cannot say I am unhappy; I have spent my days helping humanity as much as possible, and it is as an easy job as it is pleasing. But I have felt this emptiness in my heart- which, is worth to mention, hasn’t beaten since that day. I only use this phrase metaphorically. I can’t be seen by people; I am not loved anymore, nor wanted. Of course, it is nice to see life flourish, but what sense does it make when you’re not part of the process that once meant everything for you? I am not going to grow up anymore, no wisdom teeth will come out and no girls will try to win me over… I feel like I live in an outside universe, unable to interact with their… my creation. Loneliness was clawing at my mind and I felt it overflowing in the humane world too: wars, epidemics, hatred… but I cannot stop this; It is the first time when I feel helpless in my godly state and it altered with my people’s common lives; it turned them against each other and a thought came through my mind: I want to start again, to fix this realm. The ecstasy of rebuilding quickly replaced the fear and sadness. But my will represented an order to every atom.
I started it without thinking… my first Apocalypse. I cannot describe what happened back then; it does not stand in my power to talk about it. It’s funny, you know? I am a god, yet it does not stand in my godly powers to talk of something I have been aware of and I have created with my own hands. These worlds are so funny, oh well… but back then it didn’t seem to make me laugh at all, even if now I chuckle sometimes. Then… then I had felt confused… I had felt confused before I reshaped myself in a ball of fur. Yes, that’s right, fur. I just wanted to feel warm and comfortable and that was the first thing going through my godly mind. Then I thought “I want my earth back” and it worked: a new solar system, similar to the old one appeared in front of the ball of fur. Then, the godly ball of fur has slowly started to reshape humanity: “I want them to be purple!” I laughed, and they became purple. “And I want horns on them!” I exclaimed again and they grew way too many horns “no no no… only one. Unicorn-like horn!” I laughed and the world bent at my will. Everything was entirely new, fresh and mine. It was all mine to play with and I vowed to make this one better. And I have almost managed to keep that promise… but now, here I am.
I am floating away in the void again. What have I done? Everything was going perfect until… Until I have yelled at a human… at one of my creations. Why? It was dying and I felt useless against death… helpless. Rage washed upon my consciousness as I screamed “no, save him!” but I had forgotten that things don’t function my way… they have never done. Now, with this world I will do well. I swear…
It was a nice morning in the city of Apham, in the prosperous country of Zathaka. The two suns were rising from north and south both at once, enlightening the buildings that would have been called “futuristic” by my old people. But here and now, they are normal. I was sitting by a girl on top of the tallest building, looking down at the ground.
“Wait a second… come again” she said as her deep pink eyes stared at me. Her skin was a shining silver and flawless as it could ever be. I loved her features that would have been called masculine by my human parents. But, for me, she seemed perfect.
“I want to die” I repeated and stood up, my wings stretching out. “But believe me, kid, when I tell you that you’ll be happy. I promise” I gave her a sad smile and looked down, not hesitating a second before jumping in my new void. I have never felt happier and then, I have realized that God was right… they have promised me happiness… and here it is. My happiness.
This guy knows what he’s talking about. He’s one of the lead writers for Leverage and if you ever watch the series on DVD, do yourself a favor and listen to him talk about how the scripts got written. Some of the advice he has is stuff I use all the time:
1. Don’t introduce an important plot person or thing after the first half of the story.
2. Always tie up loose ends.
3. Introduce important things in the middle of unimportant things.
4. If you have to infodump, find an emotion to tie it to and it will seem less like infodump and more like a motive rant.
Seriously this guy knows how to write.
Every bit of progress towards a goal is an amazing achievement. The little pieces put together every day, step by step, not all at once, not rushed, will do wonders as the time passes.
This week's Monday thought: a bit of progress is much better than no progress at all. And it might not look like a lot on a daily basis, but the overall perspective is a completely different.
