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@writtenfantasyblues
gonna try and forget i did trumpxwig no one remind me or ill spit on ur hydrangeas
You wrote trump X wig
SHOW ME THOSE FLOWERS YOU TOAD TOWEL
I don't have actually hydrangeas so here are my (clearly) ripped off Google ones, please take great care of them
gonna try and forget i did trumpxwig no one remind me or ill spit on ur hydrangeas
You wrote trump X wig
What would your OC do if faced with a natural disaster?
I got real petty over on the Facebook page and IT WAS GLORIOUS.
This is me, going to check out Legendary Books now…
Publisher: We think that the way the fantasy genre treats women is problematic so we’re going to try and do better
A Fool: If you don’t like it why don’t you make your own!
Publisher: That
That is literally what we just said we are doing
GUESS WHO’S BACK, BIGOTED FUCKWADS?
BOY it feels good to be back in this particular saddle!
AHAHAHAHAHA we have a winner for today!
😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣🤣
Ahahahahahahahahshshshs
I’ve been told by dozens of agents that there isn’t a market for my #ownvoices series about a group of queer kids surviving the apocalypse.
please reblog this if you’d be interested in an LBGT+ sci-fi YA book, I want to prove a point
Found this on Instagram and it’s very true
I’m that weird in between of chaotic soft and lawful disaster…soft disaster
Guys, which one is me? I feel like a combination of all the disasters.
OhGod, i’m lawful disaster,
Hi! I’m Uninspired Fantasy Writer, and here’s my list of races!
Elves who are all blonde-haired and blue-eyed and unquestionably superior to everyone
Shifty Traders from the Desert with a weird accent
Huge, inherently threatening green-or-black orcs (who are also the only race with dreadlocks but nevermind that)
Incredibly greedy and money-obsessed Dwarves who lost their Homeland or otherwise have large numbers of their race in diaspora
Humans, but all based on Romanticized depictions of European cultures
and my favourite: The Matriarchy that’s pure fucking evil and full of backstabbing!
This tea as so much depth of flavor. I love it.
RB if you have lesbians in your WIP
Did I meme right?
I’m sick and tired of being called “mortal” like, you don’t know that. Neither do I. I have never died even ONCE. Nothing has been proven yet. Stop making assumptions. It’s rude.
My tl is really dead rn so if ur a writeblr who writes fantasy, urban fantasy, anything with kings and queens and lots of fighting and shit (doesn’t have to have all of these elements …btw!)
That’s my jam, reblog so i can follow u and check ur rlly cool shit out
This is not an exhaustive list of ways to get jump started but these are a few of my favorites! Enjoy c:
tag yourself-seven deadly sins
lust: lace blouses, stargazing, french pastries, whispered secrets, lovely baths, impulsive shopping, plants on a windowsill, ice cream sundaes, concerts, soft voices
sloth: oversized sweaters, dreamy sunsets, gold sunlight, doodling, sunflower fields, paint smears on clothes, the smell of tangerines, writing in a diary, vivid dreams
envy: silver necklaces, flannel shirts, sharp eyeliner, neon lights, cursive handwriting, bullet journals, leather purses, finding loose change, tired eyes, classic movies
gluttony: iced tea, cuddles, soft blankets, evening laughter, a slow dance, washi tape, tousled hair, procrastination, learning foreign words, city lights at night
wrath: killer heels, leather jackets, sewn-on patches, firm baked cookies, red lipstick, 90s music, dusty book piles, pictures of clouds, fresh snow, evening drives
pride: fountains in city squares, jazz music, cozy apartments, turtleneck sweaters, smokey eyes, acoustic songs, pastel colors, strawberries, nostalgia, improv comedy
greed: glossy makeup, enamel pins, 2am texts, charm bracelets, denim jackets, calligraphy, classic movies, vintage mirrors, wax sealed envelopes, good grades
This is your power @wallpatterns
only one of these is me
the rest silently demand your story
MAKE THAT FIVE
Okay, @wallpatterns in a few minutes ima reblog this with my story
okay kids, sit down with your popcorn, its story time
this story is of 8 year old me, before the time of me entering high school in the hellscape of the american education system, 8 year old me lived in a aparment complex in a military base in germany, my dad was in the military which is how i lived on it in the first place.
so i was reading a book in my room, as i was nerdy even back then. my parents liked to bowl at the local bowling alley, and they had planned to hit the chowhall, a place you can go eat if you can’t make food yourself on the base. then go bowling, so back to me reading. well i also had a special talent of complete lack of spatial awareness of things going on around me, so i didn’t notice everyone leave, so after like, 5 minutes i notice something. the house is dead silent. i look down to where they park the cars from my window, and boom. no car. they had already left, so i tried to think of what to do, i can’t cook for myself, i don’t know how. so i figured staying home wasn’t a option, so i decided with my little noodle i call a brain, i should WALK to the chowhall, and meet my family there. so i get a jacket on, since it was Germany winter and i’m a little thin mint of a person.
and it was sunset time when i left, and i walk my little tiny child legs over to the chowhall, by the time i get there, they’ve closed, and the sun was down. so what to do now? well i might as well had jeopardy waiting music play in my head as i chose my choice, Lets WALK to the bowling alley!
it takes me like, a hour to get to the bowling alley, but i get there and everyones like “Oh, there you are” and i’m crying like “YoU lEfT mE aT hOmE”
and thats the story of how i walked across a military base alone
next month if this is popular, i might tell you the story of how i got suspended freshman year for calling my teacher a bitch
(its signifcantly less exciting tho)
WHY AM I JUST NOW SEEING THIS
Yeah that's me basically 24/7
the villain never wins because the winner will call themself the hero
people that dont have characters squawking in their heads constantly always tell me how much they wish they could write characters like me because “theyre so alive and well rounded and full of depth!” and im just like thats because that bitch is really in my head the only thing keeping her from crawling into existence like a child of athena are the laws of nature
