#writing in progress

[karen-writes]

Ways to fix writer's block

OPTION 1: Try turning the writer on and off (it works)

OPTION 2: if option 1 doesn't work, try putting the writer in rice.

[creativepromptsforwriting]

WIPs are still works in progress even if no progress has been made on them for a while.

[bythelynx]

Being a writer is carrying conversations that only exist in your head.

Entire arguments.

Tender confessions.

Apologies no one has spoken yet.

It looks strange if you describe it out loud.

But this is how stories form —

through internal rehearsal.

You don’t wait for life to hand you dialogue.

You construct it.

Carefully.

Deliberately.

And sometimes, inconveniently at 2 a.m.

[prophetic-writer]

It’s the middle of the night but I was just able to put into words something about writing that I’ve been struggling to articulate for years, so here it is.

I think that the accomplishments (or at least the sense of accomplishment) that comes with writing is sometimes what people desire the most about becoming a writer. And yes, it’s undeniably cool to get to say you’re a writer, or an author, or a poet and point to what you’ve written or accomplished.

To me, that is a perspective that will inevitably lead to burnout. You’re not always going to succeed. Most of the things you write will never see the light of day. But that’s okay because accomplishment is not the point of writing. Writing is the point of writing.

You have to love the process because the process is all there is.

You might find great success in writing and you might achieve great things with your writing. If you want to love being a writer, though, you have to fall in love with the process because 99% of your time will not be spent basking in your accomplishments, it will be spent writing.

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OC Presentation!!

Humans and beasts live among this medieval world, coexisting, but keeping their distance of each other. A knight from the capital is sent to investigate and help a secluded village.

After days of not finding any hints, he decides to investigate the forest surrounding Innswood. That single decision will change his views of beasts forever after encountering one himself, a lone werewolf.

…………

They make me sick your honour. I’ve gotten hyper fixated on my own ocs send help/j

ANYWHO, I’ve been wanting to do some Oc content for a while now hehe

I WOULD LIKE TO CLARIFY- I’m still working on the writing of their story, and since I’ve started college, updates may be slow.

Also, how fitting to introduce an OC couple as we near Valentines aye?

Hope y’all find them interesting, and uh. Yeah I’ll try to keep y’all updated

OH, and Btw, have made some spicy art of them :3 Link to tha BSky NSFW post here (ONLY 18+)

See ya!

[escespace]

Merlin and Arthur but someone help me I can't get it out of my head:

A threat, Merlin is going to face it, Investigate, fight, yadyadayada... The only solution is to make a deal that, in exchange for keeping Camelot safe for another day, Merlin must give up all the memories of his most precious person.

Obviously after running out of memories of ☆Arthur☆ He doesn't understand the importance of returning to Camelot, why is he still there if Gaius has taught him almost everything he can, Even kilgharrah isn't there anymore. For some reason, moreover, he feels that he often causes the poor physician more problems that should be... And all this without mentioning that before he wanted to see the world, he wanted to explore, to know and who knows? He might even make a name for himself... At least that's what he dreamed of as a child.

Again, why is he still in Camelot?

THEN HE GOES. JUST LIKE THAT

The next day Arthur can't find Merlin anywhere and we all know how he gets. He searches for him, he stresses, he screams... But it is not until night comes and he speaks with Gaius that the old man breaks his facade and Arthur notices the concern, that something is not right. He presses and presses until Gaius finally admits that he hasn't seen Merlin since the previous evening, that Merlin didn't sleep there and that he didn't even know where Merlin had gone.

It is canon that Arthur would immediately lose the marbles. As prince regent he order a wanted party. Nothing can stop him because *the power of the script*

Weeks go by with no sign of Merlin. Search efforts are dwindling as there are other priorities These priorities include certain strange occurrences in border villages.Some of these strange occurrences include a group of knights who were defeated by an entity they failed to see or recognize when they went to pick up an accused sorcerer. In addition, in the town next to that one, an entire family suspected of magic disappeared.

The council agrees that action must be taken or the people will begin to see those signs of weakness when it comes to responding to the law, with a sick king and having faced a mini conquest (I don't remember the chronological order of certain events, apologies); They must make it clear that Camelot is still the same as always...

Then, by the power of the script, the prince argues until he is the one who is designated to command the patrol of knights who will go to the villages in question (for honor, to make the people see him as a prince who executes his own orders or whatever)

Between surveys in the villages, some talks with peasants, follow clues... GUESS WHO THEY FIND?

Merlin has been wandering here and there, posing as a herb seller (because that must be good for something), Coincidentally, he has not left that specific town where the suspicious events occurred (he is that stupidly confident)...

He seems to vaguely recognize the knights. One of them he met in a tavern, another fighting a griffin, another is the brother of someone he met who-knows-where; and the other... He can't remember where he knows him from. That makes him feel strangely dizzy, there is a pressure in his head and there are pits that he does not want to question himself.In all this, Arthur does not stop shouting a thousand and one things at him. How stupid he is, how careless he is, how much work he has put in the backlog while touring every tavern in Albion...

Then Merlin says the three words that put Arthur's world Heel over head:

«who are You?»

[aylish91]

I wish I could draw good...

I had a dream~

In my dream I was desperate to obtain high-quality and rare healing herbs and ingredients. It was in old time fantasy with knights and Guilds/adventurers. There were magical places called "Dungeons" you could go to that were almost always exclusively underground.

In order to get what I needed, I joined a guild as a healer and convinced the Master to take me on a "training journey" with a small group of fresh and learning first time adventurers.

The closest Dungeon could be one of the safest but most dangerous ever recorded. While the first couple of levels were fairly peaceful places and had a relatively high pay-out, the dungeon, and subsequently the Monsters and End Boss, didn't follow any known rules like the other well-known places.

Rooms and passageways could sometimes change places within their floor. Lower levels could start out peaceful but turn hostile. But most notably, it was the only dungeon where the "Boss" didn't stay within the confines of the "Final Boss's" chamber or even the lowest level. It was also noted that any and all confrontations with the mysterious Monster had always ended in failure and death.

I knew this, but forced myself into the group anyway. There had never been a recorded incidence of the Boss appearing on the first or second floor anyway...

Of course, there is always a first for everything~

The magic in the area had been going crazy since the second day we arrived, but my guide was experienced and knew what they were doing. As a big burley man was explaining and teaching about how to navigate certain magical features right after a big change, I wondered away down a darkened pathway by myself, drawn by something I couldn't explain.

It took me through the darkness towards a glowing blue cavern with tall grass and rocky crystals. At the opening was the silhouette of a figure dressed in extravagant dark blue and silver robes, his face shrouded and hidden by the darkness and a large draping hood.

He beckoned me closer when I hesitated, with open arms. It was like I was then propelled to go to him like nothing else mattered. I wanted to go. I wanted to be with the person. And in turn, as soon as I was close, I was swept against their chest and surrounded by their robes/cloak.

When I looked up to see who it was, it was Sans, his glowing white eyelights shining softly down at me with a big, almost reverent grin on his face. Everything felt safe and he reassured me that everything was going to be okay and that he would keep me safe. He had been waiting for me.

The dungeon shifted and changing all around us in flashing light and overwhelming darkness (there was muffled panicked sounds of the other adventurers and growls from creatures in the background in the shifting tunnels), but he kept me close to his chest as he watched everything change. (My head came just under his chin)

I (physically) woke up after we were teleported to the ending Boss room. He had looked down at me, cupped my face, then slowly (and gently) kithed me on the lips~

...

Yes. 10/10 would want to dream it again.

Stay tuned for inspired story blip...