Vodka_martini

•Call me VM ^^ •Fanfic writer on Wattpad and AO3 •Works: ~Legend of Zelda: Breath of The Wild- “The Goddess’ Path” ~UNDERTALE- “He was just one of the good guys” [ABANDONED] ~UNDERTALE- “End me. Do it.”

[comicallybadwriter]

My pen may not be moving but my mind is running laps with ideas and stories that I can make, and one day will.

[vodka-martini-blog]

“God that wine was so good. It tasted like summer. And it was sweet too.”

[deepwaterfiction]

Text: The forest hated me. Animals scattered where I walked, and the trees leaned away, out of my path.

[deepwaterfiction]

Deep Water Prompt #649

The floor was littered with beer bottles and fairy dust.

[deepwaterfiction]

Deep Water Prompt #864

“I can sell you anything but sadness,” said the guy who hung around the Fourth Street alley, “sadness is very popular in January.”

[lyralit]

show, don't tell:

anticipation - bouncing legs - darting eyes - breathing deeply - useless / mindless tasks - eyes on the clock - checking and re-checking

frustration - grumbling - heavy footsteps - hot flush - narrowed eyes - pointing fingers - pacing / stomping

sadness - eyes filling up with tears - blinking quickly - hiccuped breaths - face turned away - red / burning cheeks - short sentences with gulps

happiness - smiling / cheeks hurting - animated - chest hurts from laughing - rapid movements - eye contact - quick speaking

boredom - complaining - sighing - grumbling - pacing - leg bouncing - picking at nails

fear - quick heartbeat - shaking / clammy hands - pinching self - tuck away - closing eyes - clenched hands

disappointment - no eye contact - hard swallow - clenched hands - tears, occasionally - mhm-hmm

tiredness - spacing out - eyes closing - nodding head absently - long sighs - no eye contact - grim smile

confidence - prolonged eye contact - appreciates instead of apologizing - active listening - shoulders back - micro reactions

[sirgnomethegiant]

The true AO3 experience is trying to remember a very specific fic you read some time between 2013 and 2019 but you can only remember two of the characters, a vague idea of the plot outside of one specific scene, and you have no clue what the tags could have been.

[vodka-martini-blog]

I am the strange companion of art and the slave of peace.

[vodka-martini-blog]

He will be my constant companion and my one constant in life.

It will be the season of love, the season of ignorance, the season a man knew the meaning of madnes

[writers-hq]

[deepwaterfiction]

Deep Water Prompt #606

It turned out you didn’t need a corporeal form to fall in love.

[deepwaterfiction]

Deep Water Prompt #2450

Each child in our world receives a blessing in the form of a gift, hammers for the strong, quills for the wise, pearls for the gentle. My gift, is a single, pewter nail. 

[iloveyou-writers]

Am I still considered a writer, even if…

“I don’t write every day?” Yes.

“it goes weeks or months between sessions?” Yes.

“my stories don’t get any or much interaction?” Yes.

“I only write fanfiction?” Yes.

“I only write for fun?” Yes.

“someone criticizes my skill?” Yes.

“my family are the only ones who read my stories?” Yes.

“I only write for myself, with no intention of sharing it with the world?” Yes.

“I don’t know writing terminology?” Yes.

“I’m not very good at what I’m doing?” Yes.

“I don’t believe myself worthy of being called one?” Yes.

“the publisher turned me down?” Yes.

“I only write one genre?” Yes.

“I use clichés?” Yes.

“I lack motivation?” Yes.

“I excel at dialogue but suck at description, or vice versa?” Yes.

“I keep abandoning projects to start something new?” Yes.

“I say screw the rules?” Yes.

- D

[deepwaterfiction]

Deep Water Prompt #1926

I was in a strange city, far from home, when I saw a chalk portrait of my own unnerving face.

[deepwaterfiction]

Deep Water Prompt #2060

You could tell what kind of person they were in life by the flowers that sprung from their grave.

[deepwaterfiction]

Deep Water Prompt #2090

They told me to guard the peach tree with my life. It’s fruit hung heavy on the branches, like so many perfect, glistening jewels.

[deepwaterfiction]

Text: Late, in the empty aisles of the corner store, I see a strange ghost. It has a song for me, and it sounds like a question. No. A request.