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@theforgottenheros
Tears of the kingdom in 3 sentences. đ
Local hero loses an arm and the princess to time travel.
He gets a new magic arm from a dead king, that somehow isn't suffering from necrosis.
Lastly, he meets two dragons; one is evil and one is the princess.
Writing prompt #42
@tss-camp-and-coffee @thatdesolatefander It's not quite what you asked for but the story apparently decided to go its own way. I like it though. â¤ď¸ Enjoy!
The Phone!
Virgil was laying in his bed, holding his phone over his face. It was barely sunrise outside when his phone rang.
Startled he jumped, losing his grip on the phone, it fell smacking him in the face. Virgil scrambled upright, rubbing at his nose. He grabbed his phone and checked the screen for an ID.
'Patton? Why is he calling when he's just downstairs?' Virgil questioned internally, regardless he answered.
"Hey Padre, what's up?"
"Hey Kiddo." Patton chirped back. "I tried calling Logan and Roman but they weren't answering. Would you wake one of them up to help me? I'm kind of stuck."
Indignation shot through Virgil at not even being considered able to help. Quickly pushing any ire down.
"I can help, Pat, where are you?" He offered, already getting off his bed and exiting his room.
"Oh, would you? I'm in the kitchen, kiddo." He said sounding relieved.
Virgil hummed acknowledging he had heard, while carefully heading down the stairs.
"Virgil are you close?" He heard through the phone as he entered the kitchen.
Only to freeze in his place.
There was Patton, collapsed on the ground face down. His phone was a few feet away from him, laying cracked on the floor.
"Virgil?" He heard from his phone as he stared in shock at the crumpled figure on the floor.
"Pat?" He responded in disbelief, hoping that this was some sort of prank from Roman. Only to hear His voice come through Patton's phone.
Writing prompt #31
Escape?
The ancient cave gaped in the hill side, large ricks protruding like fangs. Moss clung, wrappe, and draped down like thick ropes of saliva. A soft breeze blew out, whispering of Ancient treasures and promised damnation.
Virgil could only shudder at the face his mind claimed to be in the hill side.
âOut of the snakes mouth and into a beasts.â He muttered with creeping dread down his spine. The chilly moon only rose higher in the star-less night behind him.
He glanced to the door on his left, standing in the grass; tall and looming, unattached to any structure like it was supposed to be.
Virgil could only stare and contemplate wether going back would be easier than facing The Mad Duke.
âNo.â He muttered forcefully looking away from the plain doors golden handle.
âI must make a deal with The Duke. To Escape! I canât stand being in this place of mind games anymore!â Virgilâs voice raised until he was shouting at the grass, clutching his head.
âIt may be easier to tasty, but itâs driving us- Me! Itâs driving me mad!â Virgils breathing was heavy like a brick, pounding into his chest an crushing his lungs.
He needed to get away. The door must be messing with him, being this close to the snakeâs domain.
Virgil forced his body to physically turn back to the cave. He Demanded his feet Move!
He only took one step before his blood froze.
âLeaving so soon?â A voice called from behind him with mock hurt; crooning. âI thought we were Friends, Virgil.â
The First actual Meeting
For: @sanders-sides-uncorrect-quotes here is version 1 of your prompt of childhood Anxietmus.
Headcanon: Virgil is the Oldest side, being a base instinct. (Fight or Flight)
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Virgil couldn't believe his eyes. What was young self preservation doing here in the darkness of the subconscious.
He was a long way from the house Creativity had formed in the upper level of the mind. A perfect replica of their host's own home. A bright star admits the dark surroundings of the lower levels.
A star that could so easily burn.
Virgil kept his quiet cover; camouflaging easily with the darkness. He watched as self-preservation, with his back turned, looked around almost frantically? Huh.
His own instincts fought with him; they didn't want to confront the other, but... he looked so lost.
"But you've kept distance since the beginning, it would be weird to start now. What if they start asking questions, they've definitely noticed me before, even if it was just in the shadows." He finished mumbling to himself as a little yellow clothes figure got farther and farther away.
He gnawed on his lip, and slowly followed after. He continued on, until finally, self-preservation stopped. He lifted his hands to his mouth and yelled in an ear-piercing octave.
"CREATIVITY!!!"
Ow.
The yellow side turned in a circle. Probably not looking for creativity; He thought with no small amount of sarcasm.
Until his mind screeched to a halt, upon getting a better look at his face.
Had he been crying?
Virgil contemplated helping the other, upon the others next rotation of scanning the area. Maybe he didn't have to reveal himself to help; He contemplated.
Before he could come to a decision Self-preservation stopped, and stared in Virgil's general direction, scared.
Virgil looked over his shoulder, surveying the area. He breathed in heavily, now holding his breath, as he spotted nothing.
Was Something behind him!? Could he just not see it? What ever spooked the other?
He forced his gaze away, looking forward.
Only for bright gold eyes to be inches away from his face.
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Silly Synopsis and spoilers for future snippets:
12 y-old Virgil: Small Child! Are they going to bite?
7 y-old Janus: freaking out, because he just witnessed creativity split and is trying to find the part of Romulus that ran into the darkness, but got himself lost in the process.
6 y-old Remus: confused from the yelling (shock from creativity splitting) and ran away towards the calling void of the empty mindscape.
Janus: oh look, A mysterious person, I may or may not have seen before.
Virgil: AAAhhhh!!! A Child!
Links meet Au Prompt Idea
An older sister to a child Link (could be an OC) that practices Black Magic to protect and hide him.
My thoughts:
She refuses to let the kingdom have him become a child soldier; as history has shown them do time and time again.
Their parents are probably deceased.
She learns dark magic, maybe because she has an aptitude for it, or just to, as the saying goes, "fight fire with fire" when dark forces come looking for the triforce piece her 7 year-old brother has.
Links meet Au Prompt Idea
An older sister to a child Link; she practices Black Magic to protect and hide him.
A Links meet AU but Wild is the Oldest?!? And I don't just mean his 118 age, but mentally he acts like he is about 18; and he looks like it too. Maybe this is after TOTK, so he would at least be in his 20's
Everyone else in the group is 16 and younger. Mask at age 10 (physically), wind is probably about 12. Maybe a legend only after his first adventure or a little later after the oracle games. Maybe Hyrule is the next oldest at 16, after Wild?
I just think this is a fun idea, and if anyone does anything with it, Please let me know! I would love to read something like this
âGodslayerâŚâ
HOW DARE YOU KEEP THIS IN THE TAGS!!!
I need more like this! Just others finding out about skyâs title, God-slayer. And even better if someone feels the full wait of it. This is amazing!
Literally nobody asked, but I really like the idea that Hyrule was the first of the chain to be brought into the whole adventure.
I know a lot of people hc that Wild is the last to join the group, and my brain adores the symmetry of having Hyrule be the first link in the chain. Because his game was the first released and Wilds game is the last.
The poor lad was so confused to be dropped in Legendâs Hyrule. He and Leg spent a week trying to figure out wtf happened before rinse and repeat, they end up on Oot Hyrule.
Hyrule: uh, sorry this is going to sound weird but do you know where we are?
Legend, *his adventure senses tingling*: oh no, not again
this is how i imagine it going
@tortilla-of-courage I havenât stopped cackling the entire time I wrote this, and it is entirely because of you.
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Link didnât mean to slam the door in the strangers face. Well, no actually he did. He didnât mean to be rude about it, but he definitely meant to slam the door.
Itâs justâŚof all the ways he thought his morning would start, having green clad stranger knock on his door was not one of them. Never mind a stranger, armed to the teeth, asking him about his name of all things.
He takes a deep breath, steadying his heart rate and pushes himself away from the wooden surface behind him. Though only in his mid teens, Link likes to think he has a keen eye for troubleâ Damned Goddess knows he wouldnât have lived this long if that werenât the case â and right now his better sense is screaming at him to walk away and ignore the shadow he can see shift awkwardly under the door gap.
But hell if he isnât a little curious.
Link is a little dissapointed in himself with how short his internal debate lasts, before caving to his worse judgement, and with a groan he turns around and pulls the door back open.
The man is still there. Honestly, Link isnât sure why he is suprised.
âSorry,â he says, arms crossed and not sounding the least bit remorseful, âCan I help you with something?â
âUh-â
The brown haired traveler blinks wide eyed, taken aback by either the curt tone, the door slam or some combination of the two. Guilt from his rudeness laces through the pit of Links stomach when it becomes clear that the stranger doesnât know how to respond, and he drops his arms, stepping aside and gesturing for the brunet to come in.
âI was just about to start breakfast, we could discuss whatever it is you have come for over toast.â
It is by far the most uncomfortable meal Link has ever had in his life. They donât actually do any talking, each man munching on the slightly burnt pieces of bread in total silence. His visitor spends the majority of the meal looking everywhere but at Link, eyes darting from one object to another in poorly disguised fascination before looking away as if afraid to be caught. For his part, the blonde takes the time to observe the newcomer. He canât be much older then himself, his limbs gangly in the way of a teenager still coming into their body. With the plain green tunic over worn brown undergarments and hair that looks like it has never seen a proper haircut in itâs life, Links guest looks alarminglyâŚsimple. If it werenât for the arsenal of weapons piled by the door and the faint sense of magic emminating from the teen, Link would think the stranger normal.
âThank you for the food,â the traveler says after he has finished eating, and Link is struck by the genuine gratitude over what was an admetedly poor meal.
âDonât mention it.â He shrugs. âSo what can I do for you?â
The teen shifts in his seat.
âI saw your sign out front. Is uh, is your name Link?â
The blonde nods.
âYeah, but the shop is closed. My-â he pauses for a moment, considering how best to describe Ravio other then as a sometimes roommate, â-my business partner is out of town, and he does most of the running of the store.â
âThatâs- thatâs not what I wanted to ask about. Iâm a little lost.â The teen admits sheepishly, âThings look familiar but I canât quite place where I am and I was wondering if you-â
Link misses the rest of the question, mind caught on the way the other man said âthings look familiarâ. His sense of trouble is tingling again, urging him to acknowledge the growing familiarity at the situation.
âHyrule,â he states, cutting the other off. âYou are in Hyrule. Not far from the castle.â
âOh,â the traveler deflates, and Link finds his hope for a normal morning slipping further from his grasp. With dread gnawing at his stomach, Link swallows and steels himself to ask the question he is absolutely certain he doesnât want to know the answer to.
âWhat did you say your name was?â
The stranger sucks in a breath, expression pained and slowly, watching for how his host will react, responds.
âAbout thatâŚâ
Link doesnât try to remain polite, and wails as his head hits the table.
He knew he shouldnât have opened the door.
How dare you do this to me
Link was having a very strange day. Not the new one, the old one. The one who had a door slammed in his face. That one.
It had been a normal day, or as normal as things ever were for him, though a normal day by his standards already involved a considerable amount of hijinx and thus what most would consider to be a normal day would have been a very strange day for Link due to the uncharacteristic lack of hijinx.
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Malon was enjoying a perfectly normal day before the knock came to her door. A normal day where she and her husband got up at their normal time and did their normal chores, ate an average breakfast and went through their normal morning routines before Link left the main house to feed and water the horses. Malon had stayed inside to finish cleaning up the breakfast dishes before the not-so-normal knock sounded. She put down her wash cloth after drying her hands and went to answer the door.
She opened the door to a very particular sight. Two young men both armed to the teeth but with different mannerisms. One was dressed in green and brown and looked very relieved to see her for reasons Malon couldnât comprehend. The other was dressed in a red, green and blue combination and had far too many rings and an odd pink streak in his hair. This man was glaring off into the middle distance muttering angrily about a door stealing his door so Malon decided to address the first stranger. Â
âGood morning to you, how can I help you?â
The green clad lad rubbed the back of his head in an uncanny resemblance to her husband. A uncertain grin spread over his face and Malon internally braced herself for something out of the ordinary, she had developed something of a sixth sense for these things. (Sheâd have to with a significant other like hers.)
âGood morning maâam. My name is Link and my-â he paused, as if he was uncertain in how to refer to the other as, âtraveling companion and I are a bit lost.â
Malon opened the door wider for the two of them, she had a feeling theyâd end up staying for longer than Link or his friend thought they might be.
âWhy donât yâall come on in and Iâll go save Link from the horses. I think yâall might have some things to discus.â
Both Malon and the younger Link jumped at the sound of a loud thump and turned in unison to see the red clad boy smacking his head on the wall of her house. The wife of Link was more than certain his name was also Link too.
So much for her normal morning, but she was used to it. Her fairy boy was a hero after all.
Linkâs halfway through cleaning Eponaâs horseshoes when Malon walks out to the field. Immediately, he can tell something is up. Sheâs walking too calmly, and her smile is tight. Thereâs only a few things that can get his wife to look like that, and the first is her lying about his cooking tasting good. The second, however, is whenever he decides to do something dangerous.
Itâs strange because he hasnât decided to do anything particularly dangerous today yet.
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All in all it had been a pretty normal day for Link. The sky was blue, the ocean was calm, and he hadnât a care in the world. He was laying on his bed planning his latest adventure with Tetra, when his grandma knocked on his door.
âLink, sweetie, I think there are some people here to see you.â
He would have to be a fool to miss the confusion in her eyes.
âDo I know them?â He asked, tilting his head.
She just shook her head, and motioned for him to follow her down the steps.
Looking back he really wished he hadnât.
Sitting at the table were three men, a blond, a brunette, and was that pink hair?
( He mentally gave them names: one-eye, freckles, and pinky)
One-eye looked wildly uncomfortable in the small bungalow. Freckles eyes darted back and forth across the walls, taking in what Link could only assume were foreign sights. Pinky just looked pissed.
Grandma broke the awkward silence.
âWell, Link,â she began, âthese are our visitors who wanted to see you so badly.â
He gave a little wave, mentally kicking himself for not having a weapon on him in the presence of three heavily armed men.. âI mean, who just waltzed into a kids house unannounced with weapons like that? Link thought. âThey could be pirates, they could be servants of Gannon, and for goddesses sake who dyes their hair pink? Link figured things couldnât get any worse from here, and hey, hospitality went a long way.
âMy name is Link!â He stated brightly, trying not to look at One-Eyeâs sword. âWhat brings you all here?â
This had apparently not been what the strangers were looking for. One-Eye closed his eye and tilted his head up to the ceiling like he was praying. Pinky on the other hand gave a large groan and slammed his head on the table over and over. Freckles gave him a sheepish look.
âActuallyâŚâ he began, in a tone that never led to anything good.
When he had finished, Link asked politely to be excused to his room. He went to his bed, picked up the fluffiest pillow he could find, and screamed into it.
He returned downstairs, a little winded.
âSo where do we begin?â
Challenge accepted, this is too good!
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Link should have taken the day off. Dot had literally given him a reason (âRoyal ball that I donât want to go to by myself, the colors are all invited, I miss them all, etc, etc)
But Link also didnât want to go to the party, especially not with the colors, no matter how much he enjoyed having his brothers out of his head. Too many questions and too many stares for Linkâs comfort.
So he kept the shop opened and waited for customers.
Now, Link was used to strange customers at his blacksmith shop.
(There were too many questions that evolved around his adventure and whatever happened to his âbrothersâ and they could have sworn they heard him talking to himself in the backâ)
So yes, it was odd when a group of clear warriors walked into this shop for some repairs and tune-ups on their weapons.
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@technicallya1manbandâ tagging you so that I can be confident this wonât be lost in the void.
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Link took a deep breath, standing with the door open to see a group of men doing their best to all fit on his front porch.
One of them, who looked uncomfortably familiar to someone else heâd known, was talking at him, something about portals and dark magic, but heâd stopped listening the second he found out they were all named âLinkâ.
He rather unceremoniously shut the door.
There goes his day off.
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@technicallya1manband is this how weâre doing this? idk I just saw this and got excited so Honestly, the weirdest part of Linkâs day so far was that he hadnât met any of the group of Links standing before him.
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so we seemed to have skipped Sky and I had a Warriors bit waiting in the wings so Iâll just drop it here.Â
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Link was used to portals. He has fought an entire war around, through and in between portals to different eras. Seeing a pulsing purple portal on its own wasnât that odd, what was odd was that said portal spawned in the middle of the palace throne room, right as Link was giving his latest progress report of the Queen and General.
@technicallya1manband Sky got skipped, so hereâs my take on why.
Link smiled to himself slowly as the purple vortex closed again, Zeldaâs flinty stare daring the thing to return again for another try.Â
Having a goddess incarnate for a girl-friend had itâs perks.
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since Wild is one of the few Iâve actually played the game for, I decided to contribute.
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Link was at Lurelin Village when it happened; heâd gone to the beach-side town to collect hearty blueshell snails for his dinner.
He hadnât been expecting the swirling vortex that appeared in the oceanâs shallows, spitting out eight people all armed with various weapons and equipment.
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Day 2: Divided
Note: Here's to you JoJo! You're drawing ("Lost") inspired this little one-shot. For day 2, I interpreted divided as physically separated
 I raced through the trees tracking the scent of Wild and Hyrule. My heart pounded in my ears. âWere they injured, kidnapped, ambushed?â My thoughts spiraled downwards; all of those options pushing me to go faster. âHow far had they been taken? Where had they gone?â Dread creeping across my fur. I had been running for an hour now; my mind drifting to what the others might be doing.
An hour ago, when Warriors had first said something about them having not come back for about 20 minutes, and they hadn't told anybody anything, and nobody knew where they were; All Chaos broke out. I snapped my head to the left, when the scent took a sharp turn. I skid to a stop, nearly hitting a tree before racing off again in the new direction, panting heavily. Â
Finally, I came upon a cave, their scents heavy and heading inside. âTheyâre here!â I crept inside, heading down the long winding tunnels. It seems the golden three have mercy on me because I quickly came upon the missing duo, ready to tear any enemies apart only to abruptly stop. They were sitting there on the floor, laughing, seemingly without a care in the land.
My fear eased a bit before burning into irritation; prickly and hot. I barked agitatedly. They both violently startled, scrambling upwards, and swords at the ready. Wild stopped short quickly realizing it was just me. He called in delight. âTw- Wolfie! You found us.â He went on to explain himself, when I only glared at him. âWe went exploring, but got a little lost.â He started rubbing the back of his neck looking awkward but I was not having it. I gave my best impression of Timeâs unimpressed look. Hyrule and he both just looked sheepish while sheathing their swords. I huffed at them, still irritated but calming now that I knew that my brothers were safe and mostly unharmed. âBesides Iâm sure Time and warriors are gonna rake them over the coals anyway; when we get back. I turned and started walking towards the exit; only glancing back to make sure they were following; before continuing on. Behind me Hyrule started talking to Wild.Â
âIâm glad your wolf friend found us, Now I just wonder how mad they are?â I kept walking, finally having all the adrenaline that built up, finally slow, and my heart now beating at a moderate pace.Â
âOh, They arenât mad, theyâre furious.â Wild said in reply. âDang right.â I thought looking back. Hyrule had a questioning expression, and Wild only responded with, âTrust me, I can tell.â
no map, no compass, no problem no hand holding found in their adventures, just a Hero, and all of Hyrule. but for that reason, these two are voted most likely to be lost and/or killedÂ
Note: Here's to you JoJo! You're drawing inspired this little one-shot. For day 2, I interpreted divided as physically separated.
Day 2: Divided
 I raced through the trees tracking the scent of Wild and Hyrule. My heart pounded in my ears. âWere they injured, kidnapped, ambushed?â My thoughts spiraled downwards; all of those options pushing me to go faster. âHow far had they been taken? Where had they gone?â Dread creeping across my fur. I had been running for an hour now; my mind drifting to what the others might be doing.
An hour ago, when Warriors had first said something about them having not come back for about 20 minutes, and they hadn't told anybody anything, and nobody knew where they were; All Chaos broke out. I snapped my head to the left, when the scent took a sharp turn. I skid to a stop, nearly hitting a tree before racing off again in the new direction, panting heavily. Â
Finally, I came upon a cave, their scents heavy and heading inside. âTheyâre here!â I crept inside, heading down the long winding tunnels. It seems the golden three have mercy on me because I quickly came upon the missing duo, ready to tear any enemies apart only to abruptly stop. They were sitting there on the floor, laughing, seemingly without a care in the land.
My fear eased a bit before burning into irritation; prickly and hot. I barked agitatedly. They both violently startled, scrambling upwards, and swords at the ready. Wild stopped short quickly realizing it was just me. He called in delight. âTw- Wolfie! You found us.â He went on to explain himself, when I only glared at him. âWe went exploring, but got a little lost.â He started rubbing the back of his neck looking awkward but I was not having it. I gave my best impression of Timeâs unimpressed look. Hyrule and he both just looked sheepish while sheathing their swords. I huffed at them, still irritated but calming now that I knew that my brothers were safe and mostly unharmed. âBesides Iâm sure Time and warriors are gonna rake them over the coals anyway; when we get back. I turned and started walking towards the exit; only glancing back to make sure they were following; before continuing on. Behind me Hyrule started talking to Wild.Â
âIâm glad your wolf friend found us, Now I just wonder how mad they are?â I kept walking, finally having all the adrenaline that built up, finally slow, and my heart now beating at a moderate pace.Â
âOh, They arenât mad, theyâre furious.â Wild said in reply. âDang right.â I thought looking back. Hyrule had a questioning expression, and Wild only responded with, âTrust me, I can tell.â
Day 1: Swift
I could feel the air blowing against my face and the adrenaline rushing in my veins; as I sprinted away in my pegasus boots with The Captainâs coin purse.
âLegend! So help me If you donât give it back, I donât know what i'm going to do! but you're not going to like it!â His steps sounded far enough behind me, that I whipped around, holding his purse aloft. I shot him a grin, and was returned with a glare, as he quickly approached. I looked to Wind, who was watching the chaos with Four and Roolieâ; all of whom were desperately trying to smother their laughter from the other side of camp. Perfect.Â
âHey Sailor! Catch!â I flung the jingling pouch at him before a force hit me and I found myself on the ground, out of breath. Looking over, Warriors was face down in the dirt next to me.
âNoooo.â He groaned. He clamored to his feet and yelled, âTune, I swear! If I have to chase you down, as well, I am going to lose it!â I sat up, Feasting on the laughter and pitying looks the other sent to the captain; with the sailor nowhere in sight. âGood for him.â A burst of laughter to my right made me look over. Deep and bellowing, Timeâs laughter was contagious. Warriors shot us both a scowl that didnât quite reach his eyes; and said, âCan it, Sprite.â Before yelling into the woods,
âSailor! If you donât get back here-â
âGive it up captain, Heâs probably already out of earshot.â I said smugly, cutting him off with a cheeky smile. He opens his mouth, but before he can retort, Wild calls out for âDinner time.â Warriors huffs, before stomping over to the fire and sitting down. The rest of us make our way over merrily. A moment later, Wind jauntily trots out from the treeâs; dropping the coin-purse on Warriors bedroll. I could feel my grin softening to a smile when Wind sidled up beside me. âItâs moments like these, that made the long days worth it all.â I thought fondly, hiding my smile by eating a spoonful of my food. âDang, thatâs good soup.â
Sadly I haven't practiced drawing enough to be good at it, but I can do a little better at writing so I'm going to do that instead, I found my prompt list from @inktoberprompts . And I'm going to be writing for the Linked Universe fandom which branches off of The legend of Zelda fandom. Linked Universe by jojo @linkeduniverse .
Hey guys! As a writer myself, itâs hard to have a lot of resources for writing in one place. Thatâs why I decided to create this masterpost, and maybe make more if I find future resources. I hope you like it, and expect to see more masterposts like this in the future!
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Just a few I found from the writing tips tag!
Writing action / @berrybird
How to create a strong voice in your writing / @collegerefs
How to plot a complex novel in one day! / @lizard-is-writing
8 ways to get past writerâs block / @kiramartinauthor
psa for writers / @dasakuryo
âWrite Using Your 5 Sensesâ / @ambientwriting
How People Watching Improves Your Writing / @wherethetransthingsare
Writing Science Fiction: Tips for Beginners / @fictionwritingtips
Creating Likeable Characters / @authors-haven
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Descriptive words / @somekindofstudent
Words to replace âSaidâ / @msocasey
Obscure color words / @mintsteelpeachlilac
Words to spice up your stories / @busyibee
Words to describe someoneâs voice
Words to Use Instead of Very / @gaybybirth
Touchy Feely Words / @gaybybirth
Some Advice
Stephen Kingâs Top 20 Rules for Writers
âBut my plot isnât UNIQUE or BIG enough!â / @youreallwrite
8 Things Every Creative Should Know / @adamjk
(How To) Get Over Comparing Yourself to Other Creatives / @adamjk
How to Get Over Common Creative Fears (Maybe)Â / @adamjk
14 Tips From Stephen King On Writing / @i-can-give-you-prompts
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Electronic Thoughts / @eruditekid
âMix About Writingâ An Instrumental Mix / @shadowofemirates
Shut Up, Iâm Writing! / @ninadropdead
Chill / @endlessreveries
Breathtaking Film Scores /Â @tweedskirts
Music to Write to Vol. 1: Starlight / @crestadeen
Music for Written Words / @ghoulpatch
Dead Men Tell No Tales / @scamandersnewt
Fatale / @dolcegf
All These Things that Iâve Done / @referenceforwriters
Feeling Soaking into Your Bones / @verylondon
I Can Feel Your Pulse in the Pages / @rphelper
Morally Ambiguous / @scamandersnewt
Wonderwall / @wheelerwrites
Pythia / @mazikeene
Ballet: To Dance / @tanaquil
Websites and Apps
For Writing
ZenPen: A minimalist writing website to keep you free of distractions and in the flow.
The Most Dangerous Writing App: A website where you have to keep typing or all of your writing will be lost. It helps you keep writingâŚkind of. You can choose between a time or word count limit!
Evernote: An online website where you can take notes and save the product to your laptop and/or smartphone!
Writer, the Internet Typewriter: Itâs just you and your writing, and you can save your product on the website if you create an account.
Wordcounter: A website to help check your word and character count, and shows words youâre using frequently.
Monospace: An Android app for writing on the go when you feel the inspiration, but you donât have your laptop on you!
For Productivity
Tide: An app that combines a pomodoro-esque timer with nature sounds and other noises! (Google Play / Apple Store)
ClearFocus: An Android app with a pomodoro-type time counter to let you concentrate easier and stay productive.
Forest: An app with a time counter to keep you focused and off your phone, and when you complete the time limit, a tree grows in your garden! (Google Play / Apple Store)
SelfControl: A Mac downloadable app that blocks you from distracting mail servers, websites, and other things!
Prompt Blogs
@writeworld
@dialouge-prompts
@oopsprompts
@prompts-for-the-otp
@creativepromptsforwriting
@the-modern-typewriter
@theprofessionalpromptmaker
@writers-are-writers
@otp-imagines-cult
@witterprompts
@havetobememes
@auideas
@putthepromptsonpaper
@promptsonpaper
@fyotpprompts
@otpisms
@soprompt
@otpprompts
@ablockforwritersblock
@awritersnook
Writing Tips Blogs
@writeworld
@anomalously-written
@awritersnook
@clevergirlhelps
@referenceforwriters
@whataboutwriting
@thewritershelpers
@nimblesnotebook
@slitheringink
This is really useful.
hot artists don't gatekeep
I've been resource gathering for YEARS so now I am going to share my dragons hoard
Floorplanner. Design and furnish a house for you to use for having a consistent background in your comic or anything! Free, you need an account, easy to use, and you can save multiple houses.
Comparing Heights. Input the heights of characters to see what the different is between them. Great for keeping consistency. Free.
Magma. Draw online with friends in real time. Great for practice or hanging out. Free, paid plan available, account preferred.
Smithsonian Open Access. Loads of free images. Free.
SketchDaily. Lots of pose references, massive library, is set on a timer so you can practice quick figure drawing. Free.
SculptGL. A sculpting tool which I am yet to master, but you should be able to make whatever 3d object you like with it. free.
Pexels. Free stock images. And the search engine is actually pretty good at pulling up what you want.
Figurosity. Great pose references, diverse body types, lots of "how to draw" videos directly on the site, the models are 3d and you can rotate the angle, but you can't make custom poses or edit body proportions. Free, account option, paid plans available.
Line of Action. More drawing references, this one also has a focus on expressions, hands/feet, animals, landscapes. Free.
Animal Photo. You pose a 3d skull model and select an animal species, and they give you a bunch of photo references for that animal at that angle. Super handy. Free.
Height Weight Chart. You ever see an OC listed as having a certain weight but then they look Wildly different than the number suggests? Well here's a site to avoid that! It shows real people at different weights and heights to give you a better idea of what these abstract numbers all look like. Free to use.
MapCrunch. Environment artists rejoice. Random locations, filter by indoor or outdoor, rural or urban, specific country. Great for realistic/authentic building ref.
