The Ink Dark Moon: Love Poems by Ono no Komachi and Izumi Shikibu
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The Ink Dark Moon: Love Poems by Ono no Komachi and Izumi Shikibu
“there is magic in exactly where you are, regardless of what yesterday looked like, despite the mistakes that forced you to take steps back; the regrets of your past might delay you from reaching your destination, but nothing can ever stop you from reaching what is divinely yours.”
— billy chapata
MICHAEL JACKSON // (13/∞) Thriller
List of “I wanna try it, bite it, lick it, spit it, pull it to the side and get all up in it” prompts
Guess featuring Billie Eilish - Charli xcx, Billie Eilish
“You really think I don’t know how you like it?” Character B questions as they rub Character A through their underwear, chuckling softly when Character A lets out a noise akin to a moan. (Bonus: They’re in public, hidden away somewhere from the bustling crowds, the thrill of getting caught buzzing through their veins.)
Character B pulling Character A’s underwear aside to finger them, too impatient to take it off properly.
“Why would I need to buy dessert when I have you right here?”
“May I have the honour of trying you next?”
“Mm, as pretty as you sound right now and as much as I love when you’re like this for me, why don’t you try using your actual words for me and see how that goes?”
“I’ve barely touched you yet you’re already so ready for me?” (Side note: I’m saying ready because I didn’t wanna use wet/hard. Point is, ready is replaceable for whatever context you’re using this prompt in.)
“Maybe I’ll leave you begging for more, hm?”
Character B slowly rubbing Character A, enjoying the way their body reacts to the touch.
“You want more, don’t you?”
Character A’s hands gripping Character B’s hair as Character B goes down on them, whimpers unable to be contained and falling softly from their prettily kiss-bitten lips.
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( a collection of starters or dialogue prompts. adjust phrasing as necessary.) feel free to make edits to better suit your muse, but please don’t edit or add on to the original post 💛 if you like, please consider supporting me through tips
"You don’t get it, do you? Every time I walk away, the ground pulls me back toward you like I’m tethered to this place, to you!"
"I swear, even the rain mocks me, falling harder every time I try to forget you!"
"Why is it that every time I try to move on, the stars spell out your name like they’re taunting me?"
"I hate how every single flower blooms brighter when I think of you! It’s like even nature is against me!"
"I can’t stand it! Every time I get close to letting you go, the wind whispers your name, like it won’t let me forget!"
"Every time I try to bury these feelings, the earth shakes beneath my feet as if it knows what I’m doing!"
"I’ve tried to walk away a hundred times, but every shadow, every flicker of light reminds me of you. It’s like you haunt me!"
"Even the ocean keeps pulling me back to the shore where we stood. Do you know how infuriating that is? I’m drowning in memories of you!"
"Every time I close my eyes, the wind rushes in like it’s carrying your scent! I can’t escape you, even in my dreams!"
"I’ve screamed at the stars, demanded they stop reminding me of you, but they just burn brighter. They know, don’t they? They know!"
"You have no idea how much I’ve fought against this, how much I’ve tried to tear you out of my life, but even the trees whisper your name!"
"It’s like the moon itself mocks me, shining brighter whenever I think of you! It’s unbearable!"
"I hate how even the fire crackles louder when I’m angry with you, like it’s feeding on my frustration! But I can’t stop!"
"Do you know what it’s like to try and forget you, only for the rivers to murmur your name every time I pass by?"
"I curse your name every time I see the sun set, but it still paints the sky in colors that remind me of you!"
"I tried to burn the letters, the memories, but the fire wouldn’t take them! It’s like the universe won’t let me forget you!"
"Every time I get close to leaving, the stars realign, the air shifts, and it feels like the world won’t let me go!"
"You think I want to feel this way? Even the storms rise up when I try to let you go, like the sky is angry at me!"
"I’ve tried to bury it, to push you out, but even the ground beneath me trembles with your name!"
"Every time I get close to moving on, the world bends in your direction! Why can’t I escape this?"
List of “'cause now I’m needing to know: was I the one or just a fill in for another soul?” prompts
another soul - MICO
“So… You used me.”
“All I was to you was a placeholder for the person you wanted.”
“You already knew I wasn’t going to… You knew we weren’t going to last, yet you still got together with me and gave me false hope.”
“You were never really mine to keep, were you?”
“No, don’t you fucking dare put this on me. I’m not the one who wasn’t ready for us — you were the one who wasn’t ready.”
“Congratulations, you got who you wanted. And I’ve lost everything I could have ever wanted.”
“You not giving a flying fuck about me is all I’m seeing right now.”
“I regret ignoring the clear signs you gave me that you were not ready for anything serious with me. I regret wasting my time making up excuses for you because I really thought... I hoped you would change your mind one day.”
“…You had all this time to tell me you were not into this, but you lead me the fuck on and now look at what we’ve become.”
“You fucking lied to me and wasted my time, yet you have the audacity to cry about it and make it seem like it’s my fault things ended badly?”
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SHY AFFECTION PROMPTS—
Walking side by side, the back of their fingers brushing—too shy to initiate hand-holding.
Teasing the tips of person B’s hair between their fingers, watching their fingers, unable to meet B’s gaze.
Subtle acts of service: opening a door for them, covering cornered edges when the other bends down to pick something up, purchasing something of the other’s interest.
”You look—uh, good. You look good.” Stammering, trying to appear confident when complimenting the other. Cue the throat clearing and avoidance of eye-contact.
Hesitant smiles and blushy cheeks.
Person A about to say something before thinking against it and closing their mouth.
Agonising slow-paced romance.
Person B sticking by person A’s side while they’re sick and stuck to bed rest, despite A’s warning of getting them sick too.
Thoughtful picnic dates.
Almost confessions.
”I care about you, and I want the best for you.”
Friends to lovers.
Looking for each other in social settings.
“You mean more to me than that.”
”Come on, we’re friends.” “Are we really?”
Angsty confessions after built up feelings being hidden.
Everyone can see it but them.
“We’re just friends!” “With how B is looking at you now? I don’t think you’re just friends.”
Starry night skies, damp grass, and deep talks about life.
B learning about A’s body insecurities and finding that it’s their favourite part of them.
Love-fuelled kisses under whispering nights.
So deeply in love that it almost makes their friends uncomfortable to witness.
Feathery forehead kisses.
Neither of them raise their voice—a love so gentle and kind that it makes your teeth rot.
Either one has social anxiety and the other orders for them at cafes and restaurants, or both of them do and one disregards their own anxiety and steps up.
Late nights cuddled up and quiet giggles.
”You’re everything I’ve ever dreamed of.”
”I want our kids to have your eyes.”
Inside jokes that literally no one understands.
sitting down to write isn't really about creating a story, it's about getting the story onto the page before it destroys me
the look of love (for writers)
"it's all in the eyes i was once told"
catching the stare of someone across a crowded room
subtle furrowing of eyebrows beyond a blank facade
coldness easing into warmth
a fond mothering gaze
corner of the lip nudged upward
forced glower/glare as they break underneath
batting their lashes, playful
a boisterous laugh
intrigue piercing the stoic
proud smugness at the other's success
lingering glances
a childish joy bursting through
pupils dilate
eyelids shut in a look of peace, calm and trust
look of longing/betrayal
"there was once a time when they were mine"
terseness
features fold into a scowl
an urgent flinching back
coldness returns (as though the warmth had never come)
lips part then purse
invasion of shock
slow stare at the floor
the ripple effect of a swallow
frustrated breath/sigh
bitter laugh in reminiscence
dread tearing through the seams of their composure
look of hatred
"darkness"
mean smirk- teeth bared grimace- scowl
dismissive gaze
gaze of contempt/impatience
threat lowering the voice
sardonic goading grins verging on manic
rolling one's eyes
flicker of irritation in the eyes
stares stubbornly ahead despite distraction
gritted teeth, clenched jaw
fierce biting remarks
even measured complexions betraying no thought
strangling oneself back from violence
utter apathy
murderous silence hanging in the stare
snobbish laughter
smiling at another's downfall
''what if my writing isn't good eno--'' what if it's a reflection of your soul. what if it has a place in this world. what if you write it anyway
What if it’s freaky enough it gets me more freak friends
𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞?
Crazy to think I’ve been writing since elementary school—crafting tales about Jack and Jill and how they didn't fall down the hill, or just random stories about how my day went (or how it should have gone).
I’ve never really followed a specific routine to "get in the mood" for writing. A lot of writers prefer solitude in a quiet space, with everything organized on their desk and a little music in the background. I get that, but I don’t have that luxury!
I live in a super loud community, and I usually have to sit outside to write because inside is ALWAYS crowded. So you can imagine the trucks rumbling by, honking horns, and my argumentative neighbors going at it while I’m just trying to focus!
But you know what? I actually got used to it. Now I find it hard to get into the "mood" if it’s too quiet! I also love writing when it rains… I mean, who doesn’t? It’s just a shame because I love sitting in my yard to do it. And yes it's raining right now!
What about you guys?
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ultimate character development template
basics
name: meaning of name: nicknames/titles: age: gender: location: birthday: strengths + example where it's shown: weaknesses + example where it's shown: how it affects others:
emotional depth
attachment style + how it manifests in the story: physical fear: emotional/abstract fear: happy memory: sad memory: object of significance: philosophical outlook/belief: what characters are ignorant about themselves: how confident are they: goal: long-term dreams: what they're embarrassed/ashamed to tell others about: regrets: source of pride: source of misery: what they admire above all else: do they believe in fate:
personality
mbti: enneagram: big five: character archetype: star sign: who they pretend to be on the outside: who they actually are/how they feel towards the mask: mental health conditions: how it manifests for them: iq: eq: humour: reputation:
habits
bad habits: mannerisms when stressed: mannerisms when content: mannerisms when scared: mannerisms normally: verbal mannerisms/distinctive speaking style: how do they move across a room: what do they say and what remains unsaid: how they express love: hobbies:
appearance
defining features: eye shape + colour: hair texture + colour: skin texture + tone: vibe: height: build: clothing: any bodily disfigurement (scars, etc.): overall attractiveness: their opinion on their appearance: appeals to:
relationships
who they trust most: what they wish they could do for them: what's holding them back: who they hate most: what they wish they could do to them: what's holding them back: relationship with the protagonist: relationship with the antagonist: siblings: relationship with them: parents/step-parents: relationship with them: previous broken relationships: why did it break: what others expect of them: who believes in them: their mentor character/who they look up to: political/religious/other affiliations: what makes them different from every other character: non-human relationships + why: romantic "type" + why: relationship dynamics:
backstory/background
primary emotion towards their past: primary feelings while in their past: where did they grow up: defining incidents: earliest childhood memory: saddest memory: happiest memory: major accomplishments: their opinion on it: notable people in their backstory: effect on them today: trauma: what have they already lost: financial circumstance:
progression
why are they important (eg. why're they the only one able to do something?): what do they learn about themselves throughout the story: what do they learn about the world: how do they feel towards their newfound knowledge: character arc (positive, negative, neutral): how relationships change because of their actions: what mistakes do they make: what scene is their character highlighted: do they get what they want: why or why not: what happens to them after the story ends:
STOP DOING THIS IN INJURY FICS!!
Bleeding:
Blood is warm. if blood is cold, you’re really fucking feverish or the person is dead. it’s only sticky after it coagulates.
It smells! like iron, obv, but very metallic. heavy blood loss has a really potent smell, someone will notice.
Unless in a state of shock or fight-flight mode, a character will know they’re bleeding. stop with the ‘i didn’t even feel it’ yeah you did. drowsiness, confusion, pale complexion, nausea, clumsiness, and memory loss are symptoms to include.
blood flow ebbs. sometimes it’s really gushin’, other times it’s a trickle. could be the same wound at different points.
it’s slow. use this to your advantage! more sad writer times hehehe.
Stab wounds:
I have been mildly impaled with rebar on an occasion, so let me explain from experience. being stabbed is bizarre af. your body is soft. you can squish it, feel it jiggle when you move. whatever just stabbed you? not jiggly. it feels stiff and numb after the pain fades. often, stab wounds lead to nerve damage. hands, arms, feet, neck, all have more motor nerve clusters than the torso. fingers may go numb or useless if a tendon is nicked.
also, bleeding takes FOREVER to stop, as mentioned above.
if the wound has an exit wound, like a bullet clean through or a spear through the whole limb, DONT REMOVE THE OBJECT. character will die. leave it, bandage around it. could be a good opportunity for some touchy touchy :)
whump writers - good opportunity for caretaker angst and fluff w/ trying to manhandle whumpee into a good position to access both sites
Concussion:
despite the amnesia and confusion, people ain’t that articulate. even if they’re mumbling about how much they love (person) - if that’s ur trope - or a secret, it’s gonna make no sense. garbled nonsense, no full sentences, just a coupla words here and there.
if the concussion is mild, they’re gonna feel fine. until….bam! out like a light. kinda funny to witness, but also a good time for some caretaking fluff.
Fever:
you die at 110F. no 'oh no his fever is 120F!! ahhh!“ no his fever is 0F because he’s fucking dead. you lose consciousness around 103, sometimes less if it’s a child. brain damage occurs at over 104.
ACTUAL SYMPTOMS:
sluggishness
seizures (severe)
inability to speak clearly
feeling chilly/shivering
nausea
pain
delirium
symptoms increase as fever rises. slow build that secret sickness! feverish people can be irritable, maybe a bit of sass followed by some hurt/comfort. never hurt anybody.
ALSO about fevers - they absolutely can cause hallucinations. Sometimes these alter memory and future memory processing. they're scary shit guys.
fevers are a big deal! bad shit can happen! milk that till its dry (chill out) and get some good hurt/comfort whumpee shit.
keep writing u sadistic nerds xox love you
ALSO I FORGOT LEMME ADD ON:
YOU DIE AT 85F
sorry I forgot. at that point for a sustained period of time you're too cold to survive.
pt 2
also please stop traumadumping in the notes/tags, that's not the point of this post. it's really upsetting to see on my feed, so i'm muting the notifs for this post. if you have a question about this post, dm me, but i don't want a constant influx of traumatic stories. xox
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A musician in distress hides a hidden message within the musical rhythm of their final piece that is discovered a century later.
Whispers about a wild beast lurking in the forest spread within a small village. When a curious villager investigates, they discover the monster is far more gentle and harmless than the rumours suggest.
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“Oh,” They giggled, cheeks pink.
“Oh!” They gasped, hands to their mouth in horror.
“Oh,” they whined, gripping their hair in frustration.
“Oh,” they breathed, head back and lashes fluttering.
“Oh,” they mumbled, shifting awkwardly.
“Oh,” they deadpanned, arms crossed.
“Oh?” they asked, brow arched and smile bitter.
“Oh,” they chided with a smirk.
“Oh?” they asked, head tilted curiously.
“Oh!” they hissed, scrambling away.
“Oh,” they mumbled, rubbing their neck.
“Oh,” they uttered, eyes wide in awe.
“Oh,” they muttered with an ill-impressed frown.
“Oh!” They cried, throwing their arms around them.
“Oh,” they goaded, smiling mischievously.
“Oh,” they taunted, skipping backwards.
“Oh,” they snarked, hands on their hips.
“Oh,” they breathed, putting it all together.
“Oh,” they said softly, hugging themselves.
“Oh,” they whispered, holding back tears.
“Oh!” they gasped, ducking out of the way.
“Oh,” they uttered, and smacked their forehead.
“Oh,” they laughed, brows wiggling.
“Oh,” they tittered, batting their lashes.
“Oh,” they hissed, gritting their teeth.
"Oh."
Tag your dialogue.
I love this post. I love how OP shows the nuance of each tag quite perfectly in this, it's frankly well explained and clearly shown and it informs efficiently and concisely how to use these. But!!! I I want to go deeper. Dialogue and punctuation. I am going to school for creative writing and editing, so I hope that does give me some credentials on the subject. Look at these two:
“Oh,” they said softly, hugging themselves.
“Oh,” they whispered, holding back tears. You notice how between the modifier and the "oh" is a comma. "Oh," they said... That is because the dialogue tag directly modifies how the word is being spoken, ergo is part of the same sentence. The punctuation changes when followed only by an action.
“Oh.” They hug themselves.
“Oh.” They are holding back tears. The statement and then the action following are connected but are separate clauses and sentences. One time my class and my copyediting professor got in a small battle about the tag 'giggles' and 'laughs'. He is thinks that should always follow a period in dialogue, as (his words) you can't speak and laugh at the same time. (This is false)
Because: “Oh,” They giggled, cheeks pink.
and “Oh.” They giggled, cheeks pink. Read very differently. I would reckon, most of the times tags are not necessary, unless you really need to show how they speak. Again:
“Oh,” they said softly, hugging themselves. Here the softly is implied. I think a stronger version of this is" “Oh.” They hug themselves. (Maybe put more decription in the person). “Oh.” They hug themselves with their knees pressed to their chest and hair drapes over their face, like drawn curtains blocking out the light. While, “Oh,” they whispered, holding back tears. This gives us a lot of information about the scene, the character. “Oh.” They grinned, but clearly holding back tears. Is a different tone. “Oh,” they sighed, holding back tears. Again a different tone. Dialogue tags are needed when specifics aren't clear. Actions paired with description often suffice. Happy writing!!!