Where Are The Headcannon And Theory Makers For Hermitcraft🤔

I think I have my decision for my book I want to write.

I’ve been thinking up many different ideas for a book. I have had visions flying through my head, and now I’m ready to put them on paper.

So, what is the book about? It’s about a mute girl falling in love with another girl, but being unable to tell her or even write to her. She had long since been traumatized from past events in her life and had moved to a new school.

What’s so special about this book? There’s gonna be NO dialogue whatsoever. None. It’s a dialogue-free book. An outlier in the community.

And any tips for me or questions can be commented. No need to be shy, I have no enemies☺️.

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some memes for you writers who should really be writing instead of looking at this

oh. i was summoned. well, i ain't got much

ima do the paragraph so you kinda understand

"She dropped the stick on the ground and continued walking, following their only lead. They came to what looked like a large bush. leaves and thorns wrapped around hard branches, creating a tightly held together fortitude of foliage. Stronger than the bonds between any of the groups of siblings. Or is that so?"

i have no one to summon. i literally have no friends on tumblr but the one who summoned me-

*cries in a corner*

Last line challenge

Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like). 

Tagging all my favourite people in this god forsaken blue hellsite (still better than twitter)

No pressure tag, obviously because I know some of you who don't write but I just wanted to tag you for the funsies, and because I love you

@apolloniosofrhodes

@alpinefury

@artemisdesari-blog

@iprefertheterminsane

@ellietheasexylibrarian

@nateneedssleep

@eom-02

@homohomohoe

@captainmaxatx

I am doing this myself because no one tagged me, thus I am free to ignore all rules. Here have this, which is my last paragraph:

"maybe there's a hell and a heaven. If so she hopes that down under isn't as bad as they made it out to be.

Maybe she'll be reincarnated. In that case she would love to be a cat. They seem so happy and loved and self assured. Everything she wasn't in her brief life.

Maybe there's nothing. She really fucking hopes so. To become a speck of dust, floating in the great nothingness. No hurt no pain. On the other hand there would be no joy either, but compared to this? The slow drudge of days until the inevitable? Yeah. Nothing sounds real fucking good

Or maybe, she thinks as a vaguely humanoid-faced truck rushes towards her, she is about to be isekai-ed. Because that sure as fuck looks like truck-kun.

And that is the last thought of the woman before her consciousness drifted among the planes of existence.

Her pastry, half eaten, rolls in the dirt as the truck driver desperately calls for an ambulance and a bystander performs a futile CPR"

When the pain is so bad, you can't feel it, yet the adrenaline and fear reside.

↑ creachure

For you writers out there…

You don’t need to stress so much about if your world for your story makes complete sense.

It’s a story, it’s supposed to be crazy and wacky. That’s what makes it interesting.

So what if it can’t happen in the real world? It’s fiction for a reason.

What if there’s no explanation for a way something works? The readers don’t need to know.

When you sleep less, you temporarily ascend beyond the petty confines of the universe’s laws.

Why do I have no energy when I go to bed at a reasonable time but gain superpowers with four hours of sleep

Omg omg. Trying everyhting not to lose my shit over this. aaaaaaaaaaahhhhHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

MOTHER SPORE

Part III

With this chapter we close the first volume of Double Hearted ! There's still more of the story to come so thanks for all the patience and support. Once again shout out to maru not only for being an amazing friend but also being the best co-worker to do this project with.

See you soon!