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You are the air I need to breath. My body has grown dependent on you and you don’t even acknowledge my existence anymore. I’m suffocating without you. And you learned how to breathe without me.
theheartoftheplanet
For that second time stopped. Their eyes meeting in an everlasting moment. Breathing slowed as those pairs of brown eyes met each other for that infinite moment. Love at first sight may not exist, but for that moment those two strangers felt a magic. And cruel faith must be for their paths were never to cross again.
Me, my mind, and sad thoughts
it doesn't matter if you've:
never editted your WIP
never enjoyed it thoroughly
never felt satisfied enough
if you're nothing but pleased
if all you do is edit
if you never write anymore
if you've abandoned, ripped up, shredded, or spit on the very pages you held dearly—
your WIP is amazing and nothing will ever make you any less of an author.
writeblr introduction
☼ my name is avery and my blog runs two themes at once! witch themes/writing themes.
☼ if you haven't made the connection already, i'm an aspiring author and an inspiring witch!
☼ i just recently got back into writing after a two year hiatus, unfortunately stemming from a spiral in depression. i've realized that writing makes me feel better :)
☼ even better news, i've started my very first novel! i plan on attempting to get it published in early 2022, but that's a long-term goal.
☼ i love writing in my grimoire the most! something about being able to create not only memories, but test out my artist skills as well makes me feel alive!
☼ i hope to become a positive member in this community and i love making new friends! feel free to message me, especially if you want an opinion on your writing! i love reading!
☼ my favorite author right now is andrea cremer! she actually inspired this novel!
Out of curiosity, comment down below on what your favorite ship is that you'd like to see more in fics - I would gladly write them! (Just remember to include the anime they're from as well!)
headcanon that gojo is actually a massive nerd. if he had to go to university, he would probably major in mathematics just for the fun of it.
he has to run so many mathematical calculations in his head on a moment’s notice just to use his technique. i imagine he geeks out over numbers and whatnot. i bet his passwords are like the answers to some freak equation that only true nerds could know. he’d probably say shit like “yeah my favorite equation is the cauchy-goursat theorem. it’s an important statement about line integrals. it can be used to show that every function that is analytic on a simply connected domain has an antiderivative on that domain. isn’t that insane? that’s insane lol.”
FINALLY got a name for my tf cybervers au. It's now called- The yellow guardians au
From now on whenever I will post about it I will use that name. NOW onto more stuff about it:
- bee and cheetor know that the decepticons and autobots are on earth. Cheetor saw windblade when she was hiding from the seekers.
- bee was the reason that tell X started helping and listening to WB (windblade).
- bee is a triple changer, his alt forms are the car mode he uses in the show and an honey badger (there is a big chance that I will change it, but for now he's a badger).
- tell X doesn't tell WB about bee or cheetor cause bee asked him to keep secret about them.
That's everything for now. Hope you enjoyed my rambling.
Here is a brief description of another part of my multiverse in which all my writings take place.
ESCAPING HOME:
Written by
Lillian Ashcroft
22 November 2021
A small group of super-powered kids and teens are forced to fight for their lives after an evil corporation known as Xen-Vulleriss invades locks down and kills all the adults in their small island town. Xen-Vulleriss is drawn to the town by the youngest of the kids accidentally using his devastating power at school during an altercation with some school staff resulting in the kid being taken into custody and placed in the local lock-up. During the night Xen-Vulleriss invades in hopes of capturing the all super-powered kids in the town. Xen-Vulleriss proceeds to kill all the adults in town leaving it up to the older kids in the town to protect the younger kids as they try to escape their island home and go get help from the outside world. At the end of the story, the group of survivors will make discoveries that will change the course of human history forever as dark truths are revealed and mysterious events begin to play out on a global scale.
This story is intended to be part of an ever-expanding cinematic universe that deals heavily with ideas and themes ranging from Multiversal conflict and inter-dimensional travel to concepts such as aliens and eldritch gods. Themes regarding the LGBTQIA+ community will also play a heavy role in this cinematic multiverse.
"Man this existential crisis is great" - Me, because the depth these thoughts are gonna give my fictional oc is crazy
Never Mind 8
Hi! It's time for new part of Never Mind. I can say that this part is one I like myself. It's not like amazing and so deep and emotional part but I like it.
Why I did it? Why I went to him? Why I crabbed him? Why I crabbed his neck and not hand? Why I made him die? Why I had to choke him? Why I did it? Why I started becoming a monster that had spoken even before I was born? Just why did I born if it never meant to happen? Those question ran circle inside my head and they were making me crazy. Why went there? I need him and not only now but I will need him in future. I was just looking him and watch him try to breath. He tried to get my hands off around his neck. But I didn't let go. I made him die. No one haven't told me to do it but I still did it. I choked him and listened him say 'I love you'. Goosebumbs ran on my skin and left cold touch on it. I didn't cry and I left like I was wachting myself outside my body. But I felt my cold andhollow body around me. The boy was the most dearest person to me. So why just the freaking why I did let him die by my hands?
-Hey, what are doig here?
A hand placed on my shoulder. I did not want anyone to come and bother me now. I stood up and hit him with all my strenght and the person fell onto floor.
-None if your buisness asshole
I grabbed the man's feet and dragged him to others. I have had other people knock out before him. I did not want anyone to bother me. Then I just went to desk and found paper and pencil. I wrote "I don't know, maybe I was afraid and maybe I still am scared. You won't wait me with happy smile on your face anymore, not after you find out that your son died by my hands."
Then I just looked the note little time. I left the note and took that beautiful pencil with me. Then I heard some weak voice from pile of unmissed people. I opened a window other side of the room. I put my hood cover my head, white mask to cover my face and still once I scanned the room, then I escaped through the narrow window to lightless night.
Being in love is like piecing together a beautiful mosaic of someone else's life, where every tiny detail matters. It’s not always about grand gestures or deep confessions of the past. Sometimes, it’s about the simple things – the way they smile when they talk about their favorite movie, or the way their eyes light up when they recall a cherished childhood memory. It’s the little quirks and habits, like their preferred way to drink coffee or the songs they sing in the shower, that become the heartbeat of your affection. These moments might seem trivial to others, but they are the threads that weave the fabric of your connection. Love reveals itself in the quiet, unexpected ways – a spontaneous laugh shared over a silly joke, the comfort found in a silent embrace, or the joy of discovering a shared interest. It's in these moments that you realize your heart has found a home. You know you're in love when the everyday details of their life become the highlights of your own.
"Love is found in the tiny details, the shared laughs, and the silent moments. It's the simple things that weave the strongest connections."
Random Story Idea (1) : ORV
Just like a post a few days ago about cannibal Jung Heewon who ate Kim Dokja out of devotion when he died and I just had an idea. For a story.
What if when KDJ died, JHW believed that he cant returned anymore and that his luck had ran out. JHW, out of grief and driven to insanity, attempted to eat KDJ in order to perserve him and the stories dwelled in him in hope it can bring him back.
Only constellations can eat stories and JHW is only a human and somehow, she did it. It took too long but she finally consumed him all.
And she's no longer a human. She became something else.
And she's angry towards the world and everything else.
Possible Endings?
1)JHW is KDJ's devoted sword and she will be by his side for eternity.
2) KDJ never return and JHW is his living tomb.
3) JHW become constellation in hope to find KDJ.
4) Become YJH ver 0.2
5) Wreck and burn the world until nothing is left.
6) Become an Outer God and travelled through worldlines.
7) Create a cult to bring back KDJ through sacrifices
Edit: Quick drawing
New sagau idea? Part 2
Decide to make part 2 because i have bunch of ideas that probably might inspire you and i do feel these kind of stuffs need to be explored more. Fyi, I don't play genshin but i do know some from watching people gaming. Apologizing once more of these kind of idea/au exist as well.
Decide to make part 2 because i have so many ideas.
1) A violent and heartless player
You play Genshin Impact to pass time and are also a very violent and aggressive player where you'll always yell and throw items to vent or throw insults under your breath, and then back to gaming. In short, It's like a Call of Duty toxic player went into Genshin Impact.
Falling to death or drowning angered you to the point of banging your head and cursing. Not to mention, walking in the game angered you too because the characters were too slow!
You suck at first; impulsive action is not the best choice when you're angry, but you are in some way adaptable. You decide that your anger will be the source of your motivation to go through everything, so everything works out in the end.
Insulting is your mother tongue, so that means the characters and even the NPC are not spared as well. Most of your vicious, colorful insults and hurtful comments went toward people whom you hated and annoyed the most.
You remember the time when you laughed at Timmie's dumb dead birds and wished you had an option to push him off the bridge. His dad probably sensed he was a little b*tch back when he was a baby and went out to get some milk and never come back.
You sometimes intentionally let them die in a fight or or do something all in the name of experiment. You would even build a prison for them in the serenitea pot and just do the f*cked-up stuff that's possible in this game.
So one day, you broke your gaming setup due to your outburst, and somehow you woke up in Teyvat.
You didn't believe it was reality, and you still treated them as characters. Besides, they looked stupid with those stupid clothes on. They would stood out like a sore dumba$$ if they walked around in your world like that.
Anyway, killing Hilichurl or other small enemies is no problem for you. Committing a crime doesn't bother you. You probably don't bat an eye on killing people as well. Besides, all of this is just a game to you.
They're not real to you.
Their death is their fault for picking a fight with you. Should have just looked away instead of approaching you. Not your fault their feelings hurt.
Archons wanted to smite you, and somehow you managed to escape them and deal a few harmless blows. Not that it matters; you will be the one to seek them out and fight them when their backs are on you, and the cycle will repeat.
How you're still alive using a measly weapon because you don't know how to use claymore, polearms, and etc. is beyond you. But hey, anything is a weapon as long as it deals damage and even if it don't, you are still satisfied from letting all your anger out.
Nevertheless, all of the nations are in turmoil, and the culprit is none other than you.
The characters will definitely hate you, or maybe they feel ashamed and insecure about themselves because they want to fix themselves. Some acolytes and the people who believe in justice and peace had 'kill on sight' pinned on your back. They don't even believe that you are a god. God don't act like this.
The Wanderer 4th betrayal definitely happened, and Dottore clones definitely got hunted for sport because they annoyed you Does the Fatui wants to recruit you? You don't know, depends. Do they believe you are the god they worshipped? Also, don't know. Not like you care though.
No one can wreck havoc and commit more sins than you. You, a single person, broke Teyvat's peace and order effortlessly than the fatui with just impulsive anger and chaotic energy.
And if one day you realize that you actually have blood on your hands, you'll probably shrug it off and say it doesn't matter.
If you go back to your own world, no one knows what you have done. Who's going to tell the police? The dead people you stabbed out of annoyance? Those fiction characters that had animosity toward you?
No, will there even be someone alive in Teyvat if you were to return?
2) Streamer and gamer player.
In which you are transported into Teyvat along with some game skills, menus, and anything relevant to a game. That includes the chat box.
You learned that you were still streaming when you got sent to Teyvat, and everyone in the chat can see you. Cool, so it's not a dream; it's real, and instead of playing, you are the player! Where's Aether/Lumine? Why are you here? "AIYO!?? We got to see DAT CAKE!"
You are not aware that you looked like an idiot talking to yourself unless pointed out by the chat. It seems that the chat sees you as part of the game, which means that they can see the characters and NPC thoughts and words while you see them as a normal person.
Cool. Now you have to have the chat got your back, or else you're doomed. Dead. Unable to be revived. You're not sure if you can do that, but you're not willing to try.
Another problem that arises is that the chat tends to troll you or bombard you with loud sounds. It makes it harder to trust them or focus on what the characters are saying when they did this.
Sometimes you beg the chat, like they are some sort of sadistic god looking down at you from above the clouds with their chins high and a sneer.
All because you want some goddamn money because apparently, if they donate money, it instantly becomes moras and you're broke as fuck like cmon, help a fricking clown out.
Strangely, despite everything looked real, you have the physics of a game. The things you find in the game work if you try hard enough. For example, glitching under the Mondstadt's land. With these kinds of things, you don't need to walk when you can just glitch and get sent flying across the nation. Just making use of this bug makes your life easier.
Oh, how did you get stuck on this cliff while you were trying to use another entrance to Sumeru? That's right, it's an experiment to see if it works.
"Don't laugh, chat; I'm doing this out of curiosity and for you. Youre the one whos suggesting this."
The characters in Teyvat thought you were a rather peculiar person, talking to yourself at random times, and you seemed to know too much even though you didn't do any research, merely fighting hilichurls and robbing back the bandits–
–Oh Great Archons! You can fly!? No? It's a glitch? Well, they don't understand enough to understand you, but hey, that's so you. Keep up being weird, player.
Maybe the things you do are… unique and can be considered divine in their eyes. After all, who could walk on air like you do? Or bringing people back to life and knowing so much? No one could do that, so you must be a god!
As a matter of fact, you remind them of a certain figure. That's right! The creator! The creator acted like you too. Always talking to this thing called "chat"
"Um, no, I'm a gamer and chat is chat."
You fail to take into consideration that while everything looks like a game in your eyes, the people are definitely real, and this is what they thought of you.
3) Killer player
You don't play Genshin Impact, but you are quite resourceful, cunning, and deviously smart. You know this game is quite famous, and coincidentally, the prey you aimed to take life is playing it too.
In order to get closer to your prey, you must be fluent in their language. You listened to all that your prey blabbered and what they showed with an interested smile. You even question them once in a while to get them going all for the sake of learning the prey's personality and schedule and how you want to unalive them.
When you did kill your prey and accidentally broke their computer/laptop in the process, you got transported to Teyvat. In a way, you had stolen your prey's fate instead.
(The characters had mistaken you for their creator before but dismissed it because you lacked a certain presence. However, you do feel familiar with them because you sometimes watch over the game when your prey has played before.)
Now, you heard interesting things about this game, and you grew more interested when the characters interacted with you. How amusing! The characters had no idea you were a very sinister and cunning person behind a weak and polite persona.
In terms of healthcare, they are leaning toward supernatural stuff, and the medicine using materials found in this world is also effective. However, they seem to be lacking in a certain area that needs surgery.
Most deaths were common due to hilichurls and bandits, or those whom they called the Fatui, so they wouldn't be examined too closely. You doubt that they even have something that closely resembles fingerprint identification, judging by the lack of technology..m
…Which means hiding and killing is much easier than in your previous world.
Teyvat is such a nice place to have entertainment. It didn't take too long for you to settle here and get comfortable.
Monstadt is a city known for freedom and peace; however, once you arrive here, every night, no doubt a single person will go missing or be found dead. You are normally a silent killer, but you couldn't resist letting them know. Their expression thrilled you.
All those knight roaming around at night, and they couldn't even save a single person. What a pity.
In Liyue, the funeral parlor became rich all thanks to these crimes you were committing. Does a certain acolyte know what you're doing? Maybe not, afterall, there are more ways to kill a person than just a sword and poison.
Accidents could happen, you know? falling off a cliff, in the wrong place at the wrong time, being mauled by animals where people conveniently are not near, or dealing with the wrong person.
Inazuma is much more easier; their deaths could be pinned on one person who is also the source of the nation's tense atmosphere. Hatred, anger and fear rose with each crime you committed, but there is no evidence that you did it. After all, what could a weak and polite person who looked like they couldn't wield a sword do?
Plenty actually. Not that they know.
Sumeru is quite nice. Full of gifted scholars and intelligent individuals. You thought it will be a challenge seeing as you have similar minds and yet, most disappointed you.
All these smart people, and they couldn't string the murder together. Maybe you don't kill the right one which mean the don't care. Oh? Then should you kill the one with that grey hair? He seems to be someone of importance.
You made Akademiya your target. You must admit that you learned quite a lot of precious knowledge in this place. While youre here, might as well pretend to be one and use this time to gather infos.
They did not know and realized how you got into the Akademiya or how you had disguised yourself as one of the scholars. They don't know how you got through security or how one by one are slowly not attending the class or the expedition.
They said that acting confidently like you belong there and becoming part of the background like a plain NPC is always the key to infiltration.
And oh, even if they get suspicious and point that out to you, you know what to do. Lying, speaking half the truth, and gaslighting are also languages you are quite good at.
And Fontaine, oh, Fontaine. A nation that is known for justice when, in fact, it's not always about justice but entertainment. It is a nation that indirectly challenge you as well. Entertainment? Why, you know what kind of entertainment you shall give! It will be something that everyone remembers for the rest of their life.
You are like Jack the Ripper, never caught and never punished. Did the Archons ever suspect you? Who knows. Maybe they did, maybe they didn't.
All you know is that you have an alibi to back you up and a likeable and underestimated personality.
ִֶָWelcome to my Blog.ᐟ
Finally got around to making a proper intro to my blog along with some guidelines for requesting and asks. 𖹭
Yes, I can and will answer questions. You can request I do things as well since requests tend to get me motivation to actually DO things.
I'll take requests for fanfics/one-shots and headcanons for certain characters from any fandoms I am in.
I also do a lot of theories and theorize.
If you do not know the fandoms I talk about, here is a little list for ya'll.
Elden Ring (Main Game and DLC)
Dungeons and Dragons/DND
Honkai Star Rail/HSR
Genshin Impact
Armored Core 6
Cult of the Lamb (Main Game and Free Updates)
Skyrim
Delicious in Dungeon/Dungeon Meshi
Bungou Stray Dogs/BSD
The Amazing Digital Circus/TADC
Epic: The Musical
Some not so popular ones I'm in are also:
Violet Evergarden
My Happy Marriage
Skul: The Hero Slayer (Main Game and DLC)
I will edit and update the list everytime I start talking about another fandom, so keep that in mind!
Anyway, as for guidelines about requests and all that, I will really do anything writing wise in fanfics, I think, as long as everything is CONSENSUAL and LEGAL then we are good. (I really can't think of any other guidelines than that.)
Alright, I think that's it. Bye ya'll.
Colorist or preferences
Hiding behind what they prefer
Knowing deep down they can’t stand someone of a less shade.
This goes back when we were slaves or when we were in caves.
When our pigment protected against the suns rays.
As the sun caressed our skin with elegance.
The glow of gods and goddesses.
Maybe they hated it.
So they punish.
Bashed it until we lost pride if it.
Losing our ancestral essence.
We were Kings and Queens but now they only see us as good in the sheets.
Or anger at its peak.
It’s no in between.
Never see what’s underneath.
We’re human beings.
Regardless of what they see.
Midnight
At night is when the darkness come to flirt.
It’s jealous of your joy.
It hopes to destroy with no remorse.
In torch your thoughts.
Exposing your faults.
Depleting your source.
Your endorphins running thin.
Walls closing in.
These mental wars has no end.
Want to scream for help but no one understand.
Nor do they care to give a damn.
This pain is in command.
Now you’re sitting in a pool of your own sweat.
Living through all your regrets.
Within yourself you digress.
Your stress take center stage.
Putting on a show for the ages.
Taking a bow for your devastation.
Diamonds
My emotions in a gutter.
Struggling to recover but I smile, it stop all the questions.
They can’t relate to the hurting of my essence.
Miss using my presence.
Saying I’m precious but only when I have blessings.
Never when I’m looking for guidance.
I’m sinking under the weight of the world.
All this pressure but can’t make diamonds.
Missing Spots
I can’t get it off my mind.
It been going on for years.
Losing who we care.
People saying they’re there but who really cares?
It’s two different things.
Tired of hearing same things.
Sorry for your lost.
They’re always in your heart like my heart didn’t stop.
Like it’s not missing spots.
What has made me speak less with each passing day? I watch the dragonfly escape the lizard by inches and I decide to stay. I want my words and my life to escape death. So every time I try exaggerating my empathy , the insouciance, and the ability to extract only the bad side of my words and my life makes me edge closer to silence. I do not want to throttle my words to death.
What has made me speak less with each passing day? I watch the dragonfly escape the lizard by inches and I decide to stay. I want my words and my life to escape death. So every time I try exaggerating my empathy , the insouciance, and the ability to extract only the bad side of my words and my life makes me edge closer to silence. I do not want to throttle my words to death.
I needed this and I feel there are many I know that do as well 💜🫶🏻
Beat your imposter syndrome and self-doubt on your personal Hero’s Journey
You probably know the Hero’s Journey popularized by Joseph Campbell, the basic structure for many beloved stories. A hero gets called to action, enters an unknown world, faces challenges and temptations, fails, learns what they need to change, applies said new insights, et voilà: success.
I just realized you can apply this to your imposter syndrome and self-doubt. Many of you feel (or fear) you don’t have the skills to bring your big, new project to an end. I’m here to tell you: you don’t need to.
The hero at the beginning of the story doesn’t have what it takes to bring their journey to a successful end. It’s the journey itself that transforms the character into someone who has what it takes to finish it. The character at the end of the journey is not the same as the character at the beginning of the journey.
So start ambitious projects that you feel underqualified for. It’s not imposter syndrome or writer’s block. You're in the challenges and temptations phase of your journey. Don’t let them hold you back. Let them transform you. Identify the skills you need to acquire to make your journey into a success. Learn. Practise. You’re not “not good enough”—you’re on your Hero’s Journey and you’re on the threshold of your transformation phase.
(I told my husband about this idea and he played Don't stop believin' by Journey. Per-fection.)
If this helped you, you might want to take a look at the rest of my writing advice.
Now go tackle your dream!
I really admire how you've grown your Tumblr. Can you share how you started off on this platform and what advice you would give a new Tumblr use who's a writer who wants to do the same?
Growing on Tumblr...
So You Want To Start A Blog? Here’s a little bit about getting started. Some advice, some resources, some things you may want to keep handy, etc.
Post consistently and try to keep a comprehensive theme/sensibility to your content and your blog. You want people to visit again and again, and you want them to immediately be interested in whatever you post when it appears on their dashboard. You want to stay in their mental orbit when they’re logged on, and you want to continue capturing their attention by regularly posting things they’d expect based on what they can see on your blog. Do what you have to do to stay motivated and keep that goal in your mind.
How To Motivate Yourself To Write
Healthy Forms of Motivation
How To Have A Productive Mindset
Why “Burnout” Is Okay - The Creative Cycle
“Does What I’m Writing Matter?”
Taking Writing Seriously For The First Time
Finding Time To Write
Take advice with a grain of salt. A lot of this is luck and algorithms. Do what you can and remember that your speed of growth often has little to do with the quality of your content. The only thing I can guarantee is that if you stop posting and stop producing content, you’ll stop growing. Every like, every reblog, and every follow affects your blog more than you know.
Tips & Advice for Aspiring Authors, Writers, and Poets
How To Write An Article People Will Read
On Getting Started As A Writer
Tips on Getting Higher Engagement
For Writers Who Want To Become Popular
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Masterlist
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prompt: describe yourself in the form of a recipe!
here’s mine:
start by basing your soup in a hearty vegetable broth, complete with jersey tomatoes and twigs and flowers from random philadelphia parks or the jersey pine barrens. sprinkle in paprika, the smiles of her family and friends, saffron, and her collection of rocks and shells from the shoreline. add in her favorite phrases from the current book that she’s reading to enhance the flavor. as the soup simmers, you may hear the sounds of dodie, pinegrove, queen, gorillaz, and her current obsession of carol king. serve in a colorful bowl designed like a mosaic in barcelona. all other ingredients can be found while mindlessly walking through the aisles of a philadelphia trader joe’s.
The “What-If” Writing Method
Sometimes when I’m writing, brain just....stops. No more ideas. No more words. Nothing. Sometimes, the solution to this problem is to simply take a break from writing and let your brain relax. Other times, though, you really are just at a block for ideas. This happened to me significantly more often than I would like, but thankfully, I’ve developed a solution that works well for me, and it’s uncreativly titled the “what-if” method.
Get a piece of paper and pen. Or a Google doc, or whatever works best for you.
Start brainstorming questions about your story, or possible “what-if” scenarios. (Ex: What if my character got framed for a crime they didn’t commit?)
Write down every single idea that comes to your head. Even if it doesn’t really work for your story. Even ones that deviate from your existing plot. Even the stupid ones. Especially the stupidest ones.
Cross out the ideas you don’t like, circle the ones that you do like.
Start coming up with answers for the questions you circled, or expand in the by coming up with more questions. (Ex: They would have to prove they didn’t commit the crime to regain their freedom. How do they prove it?)
Repeat until you have a full idea that you can work on/write with.
That’s it. That’s the whole strategy. I’ve used this a million times, and it’s gotten me out of a million cases of writers block, so hopefully it can work well for you too! Happy writing!