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It’s the day of Honoured Tooth Artillery’s wedding, something she’d been looking forward to since whelphood. But when it's crashed by a horrific experiment that looks all too much like herself and she is assumed dead, it's up to her alone to find out what exactly her fiancé has been up to.

ROSEMETAL is a work of fiction based in the world of Blacksommar, but can be read without trawling through lore. It contains violence, body horror, and sci-fantasy elements.

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POV: the shitty book you started writing three years ago is actually pretty good now but it would be so much better as an animated series but you are broke, fifteen , and have none of the many skills needed to make it happen.

A line I just came up with from my eassy.

"And everyone worked together in order to help each other to their end goal of the golden dream of work."

It works if you are talking about Grapes of Wrath or another book of unity of people.

Writing Prompt

After everything you have been through, you always loved your family. Your older brother just came back from the dead with warnings about what they truly are underneath the image they have crafted.

Little Intro to Me

Hey everyone. I just realized I should do a little intro to who I am and what I do here.

The name's Yulvin, they/them pronouns

I'm queer

I tend to post whenever and whatever I want

Fandoms I'm in: The Owl House, Creepypasta, a bunch of bands, Riordanverse, Star Wars, writing prompts, and more.

Give me book recomendations. I beg of you

I love old myths and legends. Especially from the USA

I have an OC that I might introduce later, maybe not.

I'm here for a wild ride, not really to get in fights.

This is a safe space. No hate is in my blog

Music is a big part of me, so any music recomendations is welcomed

I'm a terrible speller, so please don't correct my spelling. I know how horrible is.

I play Dungoens and Dragons, mostly fighters and bards

I'm a beatboxer in an A Capella group, but actually do competitions for beatboxing.

If you have any questions, please feel free to ask. I don't bite. I do bark though.

Welcome to the chaos that is this blog. Enjoy your stay

Writing Prompt #whatever

Everyone always knows the beginning of the stories, you always have known the end.

Teaser for the AWOW fic

this is the aformentioned teaser that i said i would post so here it is hope yall like it so far (this just a random Passage btw)

~~~He could hear others walking around outside and talking but couldn't make out any specific words. He sat there for a few minutes trying to remember how he got here, and where exactly ‘here’ was, though he didn't have to wait as long as he thought because he could hear two sets of feet making their way closer to him. As they got closer he was finally able to make out what they were saying.

“Is what sa’nu said true?!” The voice sounded young and full of curiosity they remind him a bit tuk but he could tell it wasn't, the second person sighed “yes, but your not supposed to be here, sa’nok said she wanted you to stay in the kelku sooo go back” they drew out there words a bit, but unlike they first voice this one sound older and a bit annoyed~~~

Reading Update

Hello everyone! I've come to update you all on my book journey!

Most recently finished book:

Pachinko by Min Jin Lee, 10/10

Currently Reading:

Franny and Zooey by JD Salinger

Eileen by Ottessa Moshfegh

Welcome to the Monkey House by Kurt Vonnegut

Next in line:

Where The Crawdads Sing by Delia Owens

Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn

The Witching Hour by Anne Rice

As always, I'm open for book recommendations!

The Abyssals Sneak Peak - Katya - 2203

~ Ekaterina ‘Katya’ Petrovna Zhigunova, originally from Earth; Deep Space Biological Systems Engineer, class one licensed; aboard the CosmoExplorer V Mission, en route to the first non-native solar system reached by humanity: tasked with helping to create a sustainable, orbital colony. ~

DISCLAIMER: ALL IMAGES, DRAWINGS, & PHOTOGRAPHY HERE ARE NOT MY OWN. ALL IMAGES WERE FOUND ON PINTEREST AND BELONG TO THEIR RIGHTFUL CREATORS. No profit is being made from the images above, they are simply used to convey the personality/appearance/storyline of my original character.

Part 1: Asylum

Hey friends! Here's the first in a two-part original story. I first wrote this back in 2012 (I was 14 at the time), but I took some time to make some significant edits today (a full decade later), so hopefully it turned out okay. Anyhow, please be nice, and enjoy!

Alone I sit, suffocating in the near-silence as I hear nothing but my own thoughts and the ticking of the clock on the wall in the distance.

Click. Pat, pat, pat.

A woman enters my vision, hand gently lighting on my shoulder as she dodders down into a crouch. “How are you today?” she asks. Her eyes are blue, but not like warmth and joy and summer. Her eyes are as stormy as a summer squall, rain held back just barely. I continue staring blankly at the white-washed wall across the room, holding back my own inevitable tempests.

After a moment, she heaves to her feet, turning to leave as the mist begins to cloud my eyes like the fog at the end of a waterfall. As she closes the door, one single droplet escapes, landing in my lap. “I didn’t do it,” I whisper, only to be met with echoing silence. She’s already gone.

Every day is the same; breakfast, lunch, dinner, sleep. Everyday I remain on my bed, legs crossed, eyes on the white wall, locked away within the prison of my own mind. There is nothing to do but think, always think. Occasionally I hear the faintest sound of clomp, clomp as someone plods past, likely to the family room; they have a visitor. I never receive any visitors.

I have all but lost count of the time when a noise cuts through the silence of my mind, new and unexpected. Far off, as if miles away, I hear my brother; he is calling my name, trying to reach me. No, he cannot be here. I must have finally lost my mind. This place meant to heal those who have gone mad has, finally, unhinged me. I blink, and his voice is at once louder, closer. Once more, and I hear the stomping of many feet. The guards are rushing. I have never heard them in such an uproar before.

Crash!

I flinch in my seat as the door is flung open wide. I glance at the intruder as if through a haze, my ears ringing as he utters my name. The sound of a sigh as the mirage steps closer. The dam breaks as the monsoon that I’ve fought for months finally escapes my eyes, pouring like waterfalls down my face.

“They said you killed him,” he breathes, “Did you?”

“No,” I croak, my throat scratchy and soar, as I speak for the first time since I entered this room.

“I’m going to get you out of here,” he pronounces before his voice falters. “It’s not going to be easy, though.”

One month later, and I’ve finally escaped my white prison. Rough hands reach for me, grabbing at my hands, arms, shoulders, feet. I feel the cold bit of metal around my wrists, as they tug me through the building, yanking every so often on my arms. At the court, question after question are hissed at me. I breathe in, knowing this is the last time I will breathe outside air, and begin to answer slowly, calmly. Regardless of the truth, they already seem to have decided my fate. I know my family sits nearby, a mere twenty feet away, but I dare not venture a glance. From the corner of my eyes, I watch as my mother rests, so still and stoic one might mistake her for a statue. At the sound of the jury, my brother’s head drops. I knew I never stood a chance.

Alone I sit, suffocating in the near-silence to the sound of the ticking clock on the wall. There had been too much evidence. Nothing to protect me from the sharp slices each piteous glance made in my heart. Nothing to defend me from the shame placed upon me for a murder I did not commit. It doesn’t matter that I did not know about it, had never heard of the victim; I will spend the rest of my life in this place, this white-washed prison.

Every day is the same; breakfast, lunch, dinner, sleep. Everyday I remain on my bed, legs crossed, eyes on the white wall, locked away within the prison of my own mind. There is nothing to do but think, always think. And no visitors; I never receive any visitors.

Hajime and Nagito’s s/o flustering them

Tw’s: None

Type: Fluff, headcanons 

Gn reader :)

Flustering him, would be easy

Since he hasn’t really been in a relationship before, so everything you do is foreign with him

And when I say anything, I mean anything 

Brush his fingers lightly, hes shaking 

Compliment him even a little, his face heats up so quickly he's covering his face with his hands and trying to leave through the nearest exist 

Hug him and he’ll be avoiding eye contact at all cost like just a glance could melt him

Since he flusters at the lightest touch, try messing with him

Nothing to big just pull him down by his tie for a kiss and he’ll be left speechless

If your taller than him, lightly put your hand under his jaw so that he’s forced to look up at you

Hajime was standing at the kitchen counter, zoned out, scrolling through his phone mindlessly.

 And you on the other hand were bored and wanted affection, so messing with Hajime was the best of both worlds. You carefully crept up from behind him and once you were close enough, you wrapped your hands around Hajime from behind engaging him as he gasped, surprised. 

“Woah! s/o! What are you doing? Get off me” he grunted struggling, trying to pry your hands from his waist.

 His face was so warm he practically had a headache. He felt your arms loosen up, he took this as an opportunity to rip your arms off him. 

As soon as he did he spun around intending to ask why you had done so in the first place. 

But instead he yelped being pulled down by his tie, he was met with the warm savory feeling of your lips against his, he loosened up at the feeling. As soon as you pulled away Hajime tried to hide the fact he was somewhat disappointed at the loss of contact. 

“What was that for, s/o?” he whispered underneath his breath forgetting his flustered state for a moment. You grinned at him “I just wanted a kiss” you hummed

Flustering Nagito will be a little difficult 

It’s not because he’s hard to fluster 

It’s because it’s the weirdest things that fluster him

Like if your drinking coffee or another beverage together and you set your cup next to his, he gets weirdly emotional about it

Or if you like collecting weird trinkets and you find something and bring it to him saying it reminded you of him, he’s going to get all sentimental about it

“Oh, s/o thank you so much, but I’m truly not worthy of your praise!”  or “I will treasure this forever, thank you s/o” 

But don’t worry he’s not a total weirdo 

You can fluster him with hugs or holding his hand

He’s probably very touch starved so please hold him

Nagito and you were taking a little stroll through the park, it was a beautiful day, the sky was a soft baby blue and the clouds seemed to fold over making a fluffy palette. 

You turned your attention back to your rambling boyfriend, admiring his features for a moment. They way the shimmering sunlight complimented his soft white hair, which in the golden rays almost resembles a halo around his head. 

You continue to take in all of his angelic features, completely lost in your admiration for him you didn’t even realize he had stopped walking. 

“S/o? Is there something wrong?” he asked, tilting his head, confused as to why you were staring at him. Wordlessly you threw your arms around his neck, now he’s even more confused and worried 

“S/o, are you ok? Did I say something to upset you?” worry clearly lacing his tone, he sighs annoyed with himself. 

“Of course trash like me upset you, please forgive me s/o. I truly don’t deserve someone like '' you cut him off by squeezing him tighter and bury your face in the crook of his neck, feeling his pale face heating up at the sudden intimacy. You sigh contently.

 “Nagito, have I ever told you how pretty you are?” you ask,pressing small kisses to his neck. 

“Well..uh, I, um.” he’s so embarrassed by all this sudden affection he can hardly muster out a sentence.

A/n: I am currently living off of headcanons right now so expect to see more stuff like this. Sorry if theres any mistakes. Anyways have a good day/night :)

reasons to write fanfiction (I'll start):

share a cool scene that popped into your head

evoke a particular emotion the canon makes you feel

song made you think of a character or idea from canon

make people feel the same way about a character you do

make dolls kiss for fun

explore ideas the canon hints at but doesn't do anything with

traumatize characters and make them suffer

coddle characters and let them rest

had an insane idea for a crack ship and now everyone needs to know

the author of the canon was wrong and must be fixed

use familiar characters to explore your own ideas and plotlines

canon is too short and you need to wallow in the universe of the story

Writblr introduction:

Hi, my name is Lilly, otherwise known as @nallthatjazz , and it’s about time I actually introduced myself :)

I’d just like to start off by saying I’m definitely not new to the Writblr community, however this will be my first time introducing myself as I’ve never actually been brave enough to put myself out there so I’ve been ‘lurking in the shadows’ in the meantime so to speak. (Is it obvious that I have no idea what I’m doing and that I’m nervous? Am I using the word ‘myself’ too much?)

A little bit about myself;

18 years old (Aries baby here), she/her, British/Irish, ravenclaw

I really love folklore, mythology and what else have you; also a strong believer in the supernatural and the paranormal

I enjoy reading, watching movies, drawing, knitting, daydreaming, exploring, being outside in nature and writing

I’m a serious procrastinator - my “talent” is daydreaming about all my novel ideas etc. Instead of writing and calling it “brainstorming”

I’ve done lots of weird, aesthetic and stupid stuff - I once got stuck in the baby seat of a trolley and had to be cut out by firemen (in my defence I fit, I just couldn’t get out)

I like knowledge and being curious

Fiction is my jam, I like lots of different genres but I prefer to read some variation of fantasy the most

My blog will consist of my writing or work, reblogs from other writblrs and a few writing prompts, and a personal post here or there. I have several WIPs, and I’m constantly alternating between them or starting new ones or abandoning some.

I mostly write YA/NA fiction, fantasy, contemporary, thriller, supernatural/paranormal, mystery, dystopian, sci-fi, romance, adventure, occult/gothic, dark academia, poetry - however this is only speculative and I probably expand into other stuff or I might only drabble a little into the stuff I’ve listed. (Can you tell I’m bad at describing my writing? This is a great start)

I’ll do an actual separate “project teaser” type post about my WIPs at some point that’ll go in a bit more depth; some will be less or more detailed than others so I’m sorry for the inconsistency in advance. (I feel like this introduction is going terribly so I’m sorry)

Anyways please feel free to give me a follow or this post a reblog, also feel free to check out some of the other amazing Writblrs I follow (tagged below); thanks for reading my painfully long and awkward Writblr introduction :)

Tags: @semblanche @summersromance @writing-in-the-grave @emdrabbles @ikilledmyocs @pheita @prestonwrites @endymions @mayaeri @lovebenders @elemntum @melwrotethat @honeywharf

nallthatjazz

I’m not new to writblr I did an introduction a while ago but I ended up never posting anything because life and my mental health got in the way and I actually ended up abandoning writing for some time, but I’m better and things are better so I’m going to give it another go. Hello, my name is Lilly, my pronouns are she/they, and my hobbies include being unhinged and feral, daydreaming, and hoarding books. Personality type is INFP-T, do with that what you will.

The writer; babbling prophet who occasionally strikes god gold, contemporary, fantasy, starting projects and never finishing them, sci-fi, gothic horror, descriptions descriptions descriptions, unsure how to perceive myself so this is pretty speculative.

The aesthetic; wildflowers, tangled hair and skimmed knees, divine madness, not entirely human, the soft glow of an orange streetlight in winter, raging storms, magic with a price, liminal spaces, frogs, frost, body horror, enemies to lovers.

I’ve decided to introduce my main WIPs in a separate post as I didn’t want this re-introduction to be too long. Anyways it’s nice to be back from the dead!

Good Traits Gone Bad

Exploring good traits gone bad in a novel can add depth and complexity to your characters. Here are a few examples of good traits that can take a negative turn:

1. Empathy turning into manipulation: A character with a strong sense of empathy may use it to manipulate others' emotions and gain an advantage.

2. Confidence becoming arrogance: Excessive confidence can lead to arrogance, where a character belittles others and dismisses their opinions.

3. Ambition turning into obsession: A character's ambition can transform into an unhealthy obsession, causing them to prioritize success at any cost, including sacrificing relationships and moral values.

4. Loyalty becoming blind devotion: Initially loyal, a character may become blindly devoted to a cause or person, disregarding their own well-being and critical thinking.

5. Courage turning into recklessness: A character's courage can morph into reckless behavior, endangering themselves and others due to an overestimation of their abilities.

6. Determination becoming stubbornness: Excessive determination can lead to stubbornness, where a character refuses to consider alternative perspectives or change their course of action, even when it's detrimental.

7. Optimism becoming naivety: Unwavering optimism can transform into naivety, causing a character to overlook dangers or be easily deceived.

8. Protectiveness turning into possessiveness: A character's protective nature can evolve into possessiveness, where they become overly controlling and jealous in relationships.

9. Altruism becoming self-neglect: A character's selflessness may lead to neglecting their own needs and well-being, to the point of self-sacrifice and burnout.

10. Honesty becoming brutal bluntness: A character's commitment to honesty can turn into brutal bluntness, hurting others with harsh and tactless remarks.

These examples demonstrate how even admirable traits can have negative consequences when taken to extremes or used improperly. By exploring the complexities of these traits, you can create compelling and multi-dimensional characters in your novel.

Happy writing!