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Imagine, if you will, a world where you have a little creature to write your books for you. The creature in my head coming up with ideas is not enough. I need MORE. MORE CREATURES!

Anyone else just liked to write fancy words for fun?

This is in one of my fanfics. "It's all a fleeting, effervescent blip in a desultory cosmic scheme of a frilly amphibious deity."

Is this the consequence of being a writer?

Has anyone ever tried making a fanfic of Tumblr? Is Tumblr a fandom? Is it even possible? I need more research.

When you write subtle hints towards cool stuff about the characters in your story, but no one notices anything and you just have to try your best not to cry.

Pls tell me I'm not the only one.

Me while writing: "the wizard cast a fireball." no too boring. "𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖟𝖆𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖏𝖚𝖗𝖊𝖉 𝖆𝖓 𝖔𝖗𝖇 𝖔𝖋 𝖋𝖑𝖆𝖒𝖊𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖘𝖈𝖔𝖗𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖆𝖎𝖗 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖎𝖙𝖘 𝖒𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊." much better.

Me when I'm writing a chapter in my story and the autocorrect suddenly spits out an idea infinitely better than my original one: ho ho ho I'm so smort :3

Being a writer and an introvert at the same time is a wild combo because my brain can dish out dialogue all day, but when I have to talk to someone It's like- Sorry, the word factory is closed right now. Come back in a few years then we'll make you that perfect comeback to the current conversation.

No, not the conversation that will be happening then, this one right now.

When your fanfic fits the tiny details and nuances of the original work but it was on accident

Me whenever I write these days: Here I go traumatizing my poor OCs again!

i wish i could draw because im sure that some of the prompts i make and some of my fics would be great but when i draw, it looks like a toddler got hold of a photo copier and threw cereal on it.

Am i the only one who hates reader inserts? Like I read this cause I wanna escape the problems in my life, not have to envision myself having a spectacular variety of other fucked up problems!

>This story involves dark themes, gorey mental imagery, and general bad thingymabobs. You have been warned, bitch.<

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Ethan laughed to himself, watching his boyfriends from across the boathouse's kitchen. They made him so happy, did he really deserve them? No, did they really deserve him, a sad, mopey man? He saw them together alot lately, not because of how small the boathouse was. Did they not like him anymore? Nick would usually be all over him, now he was only over by James, hugging his arm and not saying anything. No flirting, no complements, nothing.

He made himself to the roof-thing they made together, the slightly moldy wood being soft to the touch and right under the stars. He thought of all kinds of things to himself, not noticing the two others joining him. It was a quiet night, he had his eyes closed and his hands above him, and his lovers next to him. They laid close next to him, sandwiching him with love. They said sweet things, assuring him that they loved him and that they would never separate. The boat rocked slowly.

Soon after, they all were asleep. Well, not that long. Ethan woke to Nick barely holding James on the edge, sharp rocks right under him. He couldn't make out what they were saying, it was pure panic throughout them all. He rushed over to them, failing by the smallest of a second, the strict waves pulling both Nick and James into the rocky water.

He screamed out for them, not seeing any remains or either of them appearing out of the water surface. Then he saw it. The black fins, one of the worst apex predators of the ocean. He didn't realize they were so far out, not far enough to reach orca territory. He couldn't breathe, his heart stopping and praying to his wish of a god for them to be okay. The panicked man jumped into the clear stinging water. He felt the harsh killer whales push against him, but he wanted to find them. He needed to find his only reason to be on the water, on the earth, here. He reached the surface, taking another breath before noticing an arm, diving back in to get it, hoping there was a body attached.

He pulled the hand out of the water, James gasping for air as he was revealed from under it. Ethan's tears staining his face out of fear, he held onto James tightly, he was pale. It was just because of the lack of oxygen, probably. He pulled James onto the boat, realizing he was holding a passed out Nick barely poking out of the water. They were alive. They were all together, on the boat. Well...mostly. The orcas tossed the water around them, James helping Nick with the gash on his face from the rocks. Ethan looked at them, the damage setting in. James lost his leg and had been bitten in the side. Nick's face had a huge hole in it, you could see the bone right under his eye and blood over his weakly dyed teal hair.

That's why he was so pale. James collapsed, losing too much blood. Ethan held him up, making sure he wouldn't land on Nick. He somehow managed to pull both of them inside, tending to them as best he could with their lack of supplies. He then immediately went to steer them out of the rocks and whales.

They were free. They were fine now. It was all okay.

Ethan woke up on the roof, gasping for air. Where were they?

He heard them, talking and laughing in the lower level. Of course, it was just a dream. Nothing bad had really happened. "Hey, how....how are you both? Feeling okay?" He questioned, having made his way to their seats. The area went quiet, him looking at them. "What, is it that weird for me to ask that? Haha." They smiled, James standing up first. "It's okay now, Ethan." Nick nodded, kissing his cheek.

"You can let us go now."

Ethan stood there, looking at the two rotting bodies at his dinner table. He laughed. "Nice one guys, now, what do you want for lunch? Hotdogs?" He went to prepare more food, the flies rushing out of his way from the older food on the table. The boathouse was a mess, blood dripping from the seats. Rotting food everywhere, leftovers from Nick and James.

"You guys are really picky lately."

reblog if you believe fanfics are as valid as books that were published and sold by authors who write as their main careers. I'm trying to prove a point

I forgot that was something you could do

I just think bookbinding is cool, stop asking questions…

Mix this with werewolf found family and OH LORD

"Magic cares about what something means, not what it literally is. So when we adopted you into this family, when you truly accepted us as your parents, you became part of it in the eyes of magic. Which is why you've begun to manifest some aspects of our bloodline."

IM GOING FERAL FOR THIS OML AUAGHGAHHHA

Magic has returned to the world, and people all over the world have reported transforming into magical creatures. You are the owner of a tailoring business, and you have since gained an influx of new customers who need help modifying their clothes to fit their new bodies.