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are you worried
About what? But yeah
fic writing meme!
drop the title of a fic i wrote + a symbol in my ask and i’ll tell you… ☼: how i came up with the idea ☄: what the writing process was like ✄: something i deleted before the final draft ♡: my favorite part ☠: something i found challenging ☾: how i thought people would respond to the fic ☽: how people *actually* responded ∞: something i wish i’d done differently ★: something i’m proud to have accomplished
and weep the wind (psst its clickable)
“I know, warrior dear,” he responds, cutting her off. As if that would make the weight of what's unspoken go away. His pulse starts racing as her desperation feeds into his own and stokes a fire in him - the frenzy that comes with survival makes him grip her just a little tighter.
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The warrior can have a little moment of letting their stress show, as a treat. --
SPOILERS UP TO LEVEL 85 OF 6.0 WOLGRAHA | AMBIGUOUS WOL | KISSIES
i don't want Tumblr to be dead, because I vastly prefer it to Twitter honestly
but this godforsaken app is starting to become useless for anything other than shitposts and memes and it pains me so much because I really don't want to do twitter but it feels so much easier ugh
i have such fond memories of taking ask prompts on tumblr and a lot of you that might or might not be here still helped me tremendously on my road as a writer, special shout-out to @wewerenotthefirst, always, for actually pushing me to start publishing fic and finding my voice
not sure if I wanna try to rebrand on here since I mainly do ffxiv right now or if I should bite the bullet and stay on twt
i don't want Tumblr to be dead, because I vastly prefer it to Twitter honestly
but this godforsaken app is starting to become useless for anything other than shitposts and memes and it pains me so much because I really don't want to do twitter but it feels so much easier ugh
overworking fics is like my biggest fear but I also can't stop myself from not doing it
margaret atwood / rumi / s. osborn
be poetic. if you find the way the light falls through your window and onto your bedroom wall pretty, write about it. call it soft and golden as sunlit honey. if it makes you glad to be alive then it’s not silly. you look for the beauty of things, be proud of that. say the heavy rain is kissing you. write about the glow of the moon, the dancing of flowers. make your world magical. collect your metaphors and treasure them.
I’m definitely not demanding it or saying you have to, but readers quoting back their favorite lines/moments of a fic/chapter is the absolute best, and every single one of you who has ever done this deserves to find $20 on the ground. Not all heroes wear capes, y’know?
It’s also very useful feedback to see what lines are landing the best.
i wanna have writer friends but man I can't even make regular friends
actually @ every fanfiction writer whether you wrote something that got thousands of reblogs and comments and became a staple in your fandom, or you wrote one fic and deleted it, or you write mutilchaptered fics that never get a final update, or write short fics, or long fics, or used to write and now you don’t, or you deleted/orphaned your works, or you only share with friends:
thank you.
sharing your writing is hard. and sometimes it’s thankless. sometimes it’s such a negative experience that I wonder how anyone does it at all. but you are needed; you are wanted. whether or not we properly acknowledge it, you are a vital part of fandom culture. thanks for sharing.
writing is hard she whines dramatically
doesnt matter how many times i read two characters pining for each other forced to share one bed, leaving space between them, only to wake up in each other’s arms after having slept better than they have in ages, i will never ever tire of it
i hate seeing posts go around that exist just to dunk on the 'aesthetic' tumblr writing style, or poems about mythology or whatever-else flavour of the week new cringe thing is
I wrote (write?) like that a lot. It can be overdone and I think a lot of times overly flowery prose might become a bit of a crutch in ones writing. HOWEVER.
If I was younger and less cynical, posts like that would crush me. It still does twinge a bit to see them, because writing is just. about putting yourself in a very vulnerable spot. Getting into it is hard with the plethora of well-written fics and fiction to measure yourself against and sticking with it through no interaction, through relearning grammar, researching and rewriting - that's even harder. I don't think shaming budding writers is a good thing and I hope that whoever sees one of those posts and silently shuts down their word doc knows that there is a space for their words as well, cliche or no.
also that whole tale of aragorn and arwen thing where he saw her in the woods at twenty and fell instantly in love and it’s very beren and luthien? lies.
aragorn decided he was going to marry arwen when he was like, six.
and everyone thought it was just the cutest thing, baby estel with his little crush on the great immortal evenstar, and everyone would tease him about it relentlessly and he would get so mad, and pout, because how dare they doubt his word.
(arwen spent a lot of time biting back smiles and nodding very seriously when aragorn brings this up with her. no, estel, I do not know why they are laughing perhaps they have remembered a particularly funny joke.)
and then aragorn grows into this gangly teen and oh my god can you imagine being a pimply greasy teenager around fucking elves it’s a wonder he has any self-image left. His voice breaks every other word and the laundresses are beginning to wonder if something is wrong with the sheets because estel keeps washing them himself and aragorn wants to die, god, arwen is never going to marry him if he stays all elbows and skinny knees and he can’t even look her in the eye anymore without blushing, eye contact is probably something to look for in a husband–
(arwen, who never had to go through puberty because elves don’t do anything so undignified, tries to comfort him by saying she likes his blemishes. aragorn gives her a look of such utter, miserable despair that she starts laughing.)
(this is a mistake. he spends the next three weeks nursing his wounded ego and refusing to see her.)
estel is twenty when he asks for her hand. he is lean, slender and fair as a new tree, and so arwen does not feel guilt in kissing his cheek and gently refusing. he is still green, he will weather greater storms than this–and he takes it as he should, clasping her hand and swearing to ever be her loyal friend.
they write to each other–when she is in lorien, when he wanders with the rangers of the north, fights alongside gondor, travels to distant lands. it is an inconstant tie–he is rarely afforded time enough to put pen to paper; she is reserved so as not to encourage what may not be. (she signs her letters always, your friend. She likes him too well to be cruel in this.)
the years pass. his weariness and strife creeps onto the page, and she sends him tokens to fend off the darkness–leaves from lothlorien, the ribbon from her hair, snippets of poems. it is not enough it is never enough I am sorry, she writes.
his reply is gentle: you are enough. do not stop writing.
(she carries that letter tucked inside her sleeve for a long while, like a talisman–though against what evil, she does not know.)
she is in the house of her grandmother when a familiar voice calls out to her: my lady luthien!
this is when arwen looks up, sees aragorn–broad of chest and rugged, still wearing his battered mail, with one hand balanced lazily on the pommel of his sword. All the trees of caras galadhon are gold but he is shadow and silver, kingliness resting lightly on his shoulders–
and arwen thinks, oh fuck
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