#writers thoughts

[creativepromptsforwriting]

To all my lovely writers who haven't made it to that one specific scene yet. You know, the one that is the whole reason why you wanted to write this in the first place. Still not quite there yet.

[noah-wyles]

i really want to put it out there that's it's okay to crave and strive for engagement on fanfiction.

yes, we write for ourselves. yes, we create little worlds in our heads for our fandoms and then write it down before posting it. we do it all for free, no one asks us to do it. but. we also do it for the engagement: the comments, the kudos, the hits, the bookmarks, the messages to your askbox giving praise, encouragement or feedback. all of that. no one wants to shout into an empty void. no one wants to produce content and then stare into an empty room feeling ignored and alone.

there is so much emphasis on here of 'i write for ME! i write for MYSELF' like yeah we get that but most often need that comment, need that kudos, need the dopamine hit that comes with producing art for a fandom and getting praise and you should never ever feel ashamed for wanting it.

[kabanglay]

Winter exists to either give cute snowball fights or to drag a bleeding character through the snow. There is no inbetween.

[kyrasworldd]

— ᨳଓ . discussions w/ kyra !

I was just talking to my server about this certain topic and I feel it’s reasonable enough to post here so here’s my view on age gap fics!

i understand the fetishisation of older men is extremely normalised today but people should be mature enough to see that the fanfics they read arent gonna be what happen in real life. I mean, realistically, you’re not gonna find a caring old man like rick grimes, are you? Surely people are smart enough to see that…

i do like fics that fit w the ages of said older men/women but i’m a sucker for age gaps okay… let a girl live 😫. There’s almost always a warning on a post (atleast on mine) and well, they’re there for a reason. If you don’t like that’s been warned then don’r read, it’s pretty simple to understand…

I like to think I make reader stand up for themselves without needing to lead on the older man i’ve paired them with (especially in the lakes) but if it’s been warned that thats not the case, then just don’t read, it’s simple!

I can understand the worry to an extent because there is a lot of imbedded ped0philia on tumblr that even myself has been a victim to in the past but if the readers age isn’t a minor then I dont see the problem at all 😭.

Feel free to give your own opinions on this topic, i’d love to talk on it more <3

© 𝘬𝘺𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥𝘥 2026

@kitty-grimes @rottingwaif52 @cottagebabyy @lovestriuck @rosey1981 @shtgshdrnit @rickgrimes-cupid @bees-library3

[mundanemoongirl]

I genuinely don’t know how some of you finish your wips. Everytime I open my document I either a) rewrite the same paragraph a thousand times b) change something important or c) all of the above

Tell me your secretsss

[purpurle-iris]

You should have fun writing!

Cons of writing with fun

- none

(that matter (right now (if you're writing your first draft (like me) ) ) )

Pros of writing with fun 

- If you enjoy writing it, someone might enjoy reading it!

- it will actually get written, because even if some parts are difficult, you will have fun overall and get this thing done!

(Writing something that is fun for you doesn't have to mean that it's funny, it just means you should enjoy it, maybe you enjoy writing tragedy/angst and like putting your characters through immense suffering, if you enjoy writing that you should write that!)

(this is mostly about first drafts, where it’s more important to have something at all, than to have something "good")

[czvxqhv]

He Likes Foxes.

He told me, once, that he likes foxes.

Not in the way children like animals they have only seen in picture books, softened into harmless things with oversized eyes and predictable tempers.

He likes them as they are.

He likes foxes, and that told me more about him than he intended. Because foxes are not easy creatures to love.

They are beautiful in a way that keeps its distance. Their coats look too immaculate for the lives they lead, as though elegance and survival were never meant to coexist, and yet in them they do. Their fur wasn't made for us to touch, they aren't dogs. They move like they are apologizing to no one. Quietly. Deliberately. As if every step has already considered the consequences. They are careful.

But foxes have to kill in order to live.

And somehow, they remain gentle to look at. There is something deeply honest about that.

A fox does not pretend to be harmless. It does not flatten itself into something easier to approach. Some will let your hand come close. Some will bare their teeth before you touch them. Some bite. Some only watch from the edge of the trees, deciding whether your presence deserves their curiosity. They are prudent.

To love a fox is to accept uncertainty as part of its nature.

It means understanding that beauty does not guarantee softness, and that caution is not rejection. It means recognizing that affection can exist inside an animal that still belongs, irrevocably, to the wild.

And I think that is why he loves them.

Because he understands that tenderness is not the absence of instinct.

That something can be wary and still worthy of devotion.

That moods shift.

That silence does not always mean distance.

That a creature can flinch, hiss, retreat, and still choose to return.

He does not ask the fox to be less itself.

He simply waits until it comes closer on its own. He gives it time.

And perhaps that is what I love most about him.

Not that he likes foxes.

But that he knows how to stand beside something untamed without needing to tame it.

How to admire what could hurt him and call it beautiful anyway.

How to offer his hand without insisting it be taken.

If I were a fox, I would be one haunting his footsteps.

Suspicious. Restless. Half-hidden.

And eventually, despite every instinct telling me to keep my distance, I would lie down beside him.

Because some people do not mistake caution for cruelty.

Some people understand that wild things love differently.

And he likes foxes.

So I think he would understand me too.