People Really Need To Realise That “media Can Affect Real Life” Doesn’t Mean “this Character

Ooo that sounds so cool! What cybernatic implants are you thinking?

I'm late, but happy worldbuilding wednesday! Any favorite animals who've created or modified for your story?

None so far, but I do plan on having some squirrels shown in a future chapter with cybernetic implants!

Writing Update 5/22/2025

I am continuing to work on Every Hero Needs a Villain and I am super happy to announce that I'm actually making great progress when it comes to both hero and villain descriptions. Each category has six, with each hero having a villain and vice versa. I hope I've gotten a good spattering of personalities for people to enjoy this way.

Here's a snippet from Straight Shooter's, a cowboy object head:

He can inspire a state of restfulness depending on the color of his scarf. Red is for physical restfulness, purple is mental restfulness, blue is emotional restfulness, green is spiritual restfulness, yellow is instinct restfulness, and sometimes he has a rare rainbow of all these colors. Yet, to do so, he too must also achieve this restfulness for himself.

Tag list: @aweirdshipp, @floofyboi57, @aralithmenathere

Don’t mind me, I’m just sitting in a dark room reading my writing out loud like a dramatic narrator to see if it’s working.

about the author

Hey! I'm D. A little about me… I’m a 30-something Midwesterner who has been writing for as long as I can remember. I have a passion for fantasy & romantasy books, especially if there's a morally gray MMC involved. Some fast facts: 🗡️ I’m a cat person and pet mom to one (1) disheveled gremlin 🗡️ I went to a Stephanie Meyer book signing when Eclipse came out and I’ve been chasing that high ever since 🗡️ My favorite authors are Margaret Rogerson, Holly Black, Stephanie Garber, and Carissa Broadbent!

my writing

These are my four WIPs. I'll be tagging posts about each, so feel free to view the tags for more on any individual work. My books are not spicy but still contain steamy, swoon-worthy romance.

🖤 The Mists of Morrow Vale is a dark, gothic NA romantasy trilogy with mystery, magic, and morally gray characters. My original inspiration was the Barovia setting from D&D: think lots of fog, a creepy castle, and a forest with a mind of its own. This is my current project.

🖤 Kingdom of Wrath & Ruin is a NA vampire romantasy duology with a plus-sized FMC who would burn the world to save her sister (and a vampire general who would help her do it).

🖤 A World Away is a YA fantasy romance trilogy with a focus on the Fae. Old gods, royal courts, and political intrigue collide with a FMC who just wants to mind her own business.

🖤 Prophecy is a traditional fantasy series meant to be enjoyed by readers of all ages: think Tamora Pierce meets Studio Ghibli. This series spans multiple generations and will have as many books as it takes!

My inbox is always open if you want to chat! <3

Hey, I made a survey for the recent writing project I am working on. If you want, feel free to fill it out. The questions may feel a bit random at times, but I promise they are relevant. And may have something to do with kissable object head people.

Google Docs

Dating Game Satisfaction Survey

For a writing project of mine, I was curious how people felt about the dating options in games that let you romance the characters. Let me b

Minors please do not interact

reblog to remind prev they're not a bother and their presence is wanted <3

This video made me snort and is painfully accurate, I wanted to share:

Writing update 5/1/2025

I am continuing to write Sleep Laughing slowly but surely. I'm getting caught up in making the logs detailed, and trying to get myself to realize, "you need to write the skeleton of this idea before you can go into the depths of this character's suffering". And also, during the first logs he's so weak/in so much pain he's barely concious or thinking straight, so it makes sense why they're not as detailed.

Still, I managed to get extremely good progress for logs 7 and 8. Here's my favorite snippet (tw body horror and agony):

I've come to a conclusion. Even if I am in Hell, it really isn't such a bad thing. It just means I'm being punished, and, if I'm being punished, that means there's a chance to redeem myself, right? Every single agony I experience is a debt being paid, a sin washed away. This pain isn't a curse. No… …this pain is a blessing! It's giving me a chance to repent for everything. Oh God I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I'll never do it again. So please, just let the light take me!

Also, I am looking for beta readers for my stories The Diary of Spinel Bramford and The Breeding Grounds. You can find their descriptions here. If that'd interest you, please let me know!

Taglist: @aweirdshipp

I primarily write horror mysteries, so you night like some of my stuff. I also include a lot of queer characters.

Active writeblrs?

Yelling out into the writeblr void because I haven't been active on here in over a year and my dash is super empty, so if you're a writeblr please reblog this ♡

I especially love horror, mysteries, and really anything about queer characters!

My primary project is a southern gothic horror about a girl returning to hometown after more than a decade, which you read more about on my intro post.

Love the idea of having a diary for a character, and this is so beautifully written!

5/2

The death of winter is the birth of spring. There’s a certain melody to spring that I can’t quite capture. Is it the hum of the insects leaving their hiding spots I’ve not yet found? The chirps and caws of the animals greeting the still frigid morning? Or could it be the wind that no longer bites at my skin with a deathly cold but instead carries new life: seeds. The scenery is foreign to me now. I had grown used to the blank, muted world, where only the orange from the flames in my hearth broke through the colorless world. Spring comes every year, and yet, I grow no less used to this continuing cycle of life. I am always surprised by the way life continues after tragic deaths.

This book had sat on my desk, untouched for months. It had gathered a thick layer of dust. I stared at it many nights, knowing I had much on my mind. Still I did not write. I have grown comfortable speaking in my own head. Holding the pen is uncomfortable, the ink drips in the pages as I hesitate with my words. I will write, and need to practice what I am not used to. Before I had learned this skill I was ashamed of my incompetence. And yet, having now learned, I find many excuses not to write. My friend would find this humorous. I know that very well. But I love to see his laugh.