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Kali's Scribbles

@kalis-scribbles / kalis-scribbles.tumblr.com

The writing blog of some random queer girl from Canada. She/Her. In love with superheroes and urban fantasy. Main is @Nerathul
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reeseweston

can y'all recommend some folks on tumblr that write and post their queer/lgbtqia+ fiction? if you are one of those people, rec yourself! send me your wip intros or whatever, I'm down for that, tag me in posts, whatever

I'm not saying I'm back-back but I want to like, dip my toes back into this thing in the hopes it'll help me get back into writing and I need writerly folks to surround myself with to get there

I mostly post on Wattpad these days and am fairly inactive on tumblr. Am currently working on Covenant; a story about a trans dhampir girl who is forced to become apprentice/servant to an ancient powerful vampire.

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camillenrose

I'd like to get more involved in the writeblr and artblr community, but am (sadly) a very shy individual. So please, if any of the following fits your wip's or your interests and you'd like to talk, interact with this post, so I can find you. <3

 • a diverse cast (poc, lgbtqia+, disabled and/or mentally ill mc's)

• a love for redemption and/or corruption arcs

• slowburn romances/friendships/dynamics (I love the disliked to I trust you completely pipeline that takes years and years)

• philosophical themes

• dark fantasy/sci-fi wip's, or contemporary/historical stories that deal with the problems individuals/societies face

• a love for world building, especially when it comes to magic systems, religions and cultures

• complicated relationship webs and group dynamics 

• morally ambiguous characters, character driven stories and/or character arcs that go deep into their psychology 

• Bonus points if you illustrate your work, I love you, you can do it!!! (lets suffer together)

Also, everyone in general who wants to talk about writing/reading, scream about their oc's or would like to do some reading challenges together! 🌻

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thoodleoo

we all love ea-nasir on here but i'd like to give a special shoutout to hegestratos, a greek merchant in the 4th century bc who tried to commit insurance fraud using his ship and fucked it up so bad he drowned

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Hello, Moonbeams 🌙

Would you love a banner or book cover to share alongside your wip posts, but just don’t have the time and/or skills to dedicate to making them?

Well, I offer to you my limited graphic design skills!

Simply tell me your book’s title, genres, what your ideal cover would look like, preferred colors, and tag me in a post about the story. Of course, do also add whether you’d like a cover, banner, or similar art piece.

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unpretty

someone put this screenshot in my notes and i wasn't gonna put the op on blast but i cannot stop thinking about it. this is up there as one of the funniest doubling downs i've ever seen. "it's called craft. it's called storytelling." is going to enter my meme vernacular and no one is going to have any idea what i'm talking about. the count of monte cristo shows a clear lack of craft in its wordcount. if only ernest hemingway's editor had killed more of his darlings while he wrote for whom the bell tolls. readers and editors alike are always complaining about how fucking long to kill a mockingbird is.

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Day 24093 This is my house. I won’t allow anyone to harm it. There should have been no more intruders after the last one. I do not want these people here. They will leave-

Day 24095 They are siblings. They are loud. Always singing and talking and stomping. As if they must be louder than anything else.

Day 24106 There are bolts on the door now. Bolts and hideous, gaudy new locks. How dare they-

Night 24112 I was going to fill the night with terrors. But he woke up screaming before I began. She came running from the other room. They sleep right across the hall from each other, with the doors on a crack. …they are young, are they not, to be living on their own. Was I ever so young?

Day 24129 She has fixed the squeak in the door at the top of the stairs. It never squeaked when I still lived.

Day 24121 The noise of the doorbell scares them. But they get so many deliveries. It is a good bell. It has worked all these years- I can see one of the men coming now with his packages, trudging up to the door. …perhaps if I knock before he is here, they will come and look before he can sound the bell.

Day 24114 He is planting flowers in boxes on my windowsills. I always wished I could have some flowers.

Night 24137 She is afraid of the dark. I could see it in her eyes when she got out of bed. …I lit the lamps for her.

Day 24142 They have moved the couch to the sun spot a little to the right of the window. That is where I used to have my armchair. It is the only sensible place for it.

Day 24163 Sometimes the noises of the world are suddenly too much for him. He winces and tries not to sway his head. This is my house. …I can keep it calm and quiet for a while.

Day 24178 She just got a phone call and now they are both laughing. Laughter is a good sound, isn’t it. They said this house has been good luck…

Night 24205 They are singing in our kitchen. He found my cookbook in the gap at the back of the kitchen cabinet and now they are trying to cook. They wanted to start with the soufflé. They don’t even know how to make béchamel! I turned the page to the casserole instead.

Day 24236 This is my house. These are my boarders. I won’t allow anyone to harm them.

I’m crying. This just hit all my emotions

i love this so much!!!!!!

Local Ghost Adopts Children

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Are there any active writeblrs still out there?

Here!

I probably should try to be more active again, jsut never really got any sort of response to whatever I posted to stopped posting but kept writing.

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Wow! Here’s something incredibly personal.

This is Good Bi Gender. A comic I made to express some feelings I have about my gender. I don’t really have that much else to say about it. Here it is.

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We need kink at pride because “kink” isn’t just kink. “Kink” is:

  • That boy wearing jeans that are too tight
  • Your neighbors and their “friend” that lives with them
  • Having a beard and wearing a skirt
  • Wearing any kind of choker
  • Literally anything else they decide goes against the “norm”, and it can be literally anything. That is why we need kink at pride.

No we don't. Respect ppls boundaries. If respect isn't normal anymore what will be normal then? Anything, no matter how it impacts or scars other peoples lives? Kink doesn't belongs to pride.

Look around you. Do you see where “No Kink At Pride” has led? Being transgender is illegal now. Exactly what people said would happen. You know what’s going to be next? Being gay is going to be illegal. Because being gay is not “respecting straight people’s boundaries”. They don’t want to see you. They want to kill you.

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tbposting

In support of the OP, let me clue the reply poster in to some of how the worldview of conservative bigots works:

If you are trans you are a sex pervert

If you're gay you're a sex pervert.

If you're the world's most chaste and godly nun praying in a convent, who has a lesbian thought once while delirious from a fever, you are a sex pervert.

If you're a family with a white picket fence house, a breadwinner, a stay-at-home parent, two cars, a dog, and whose politics are right wing... if you happen to be a same-sex couple, you're sex perverts and probably pedophiles.

If you're a closeted, self-hating, self-hurting, self-repressing queer going through every torturous form of conversion therapy, who condemns the other queers, who screams at the people who seek abortion help outside Planned Parenthood... you are a filthy, irredeemable sex pervert, a danger to children, and the most sympathy you deserve is transient pity if you admit to struggling.

There is nothing you can do, no behaviour you can engage in, no thought you can have, no clothes you can wear, no existence you can lead that is not an unacceptable sex perversion in the minds of these people. Your existence is kink, and you cannot appease them into thinking otherwise.

The bigoted conservative mind cannot conceive of queerness except as perversion, except as hedonistic degenerate thrill-seeking. They don't know another reason to do any thing, except as an exercise of power over someone else. Their entire world revolves around this idea. Everything is power, everything is control.

Therefore you can never appease them. Your mere existence is to them a totalizing threat, to their worldview, to their sense of normalcy, to their positions of social power, to their patriarchy, to their holiness. The only thing you can do that will ever satisfy them is die.

Which leaves us with this:

Either we have solidarity with our queer siblings - yes including the ones you don't understand, yes including the ones who have that weird sex that you think is fucked up, yes including the cringe annoying ones who "make the rest of us look bad," yes including the fucked up problematic ones who need to change and make amends, but who deserve their human rights whether or not they ever do that.

Because to the bigot, to the conservative, you're every bit as much of a pervert as Jenny Piss Kink and their polycule of submissive puppy-masked gender sluts. You throw your bricks when they come for Jenny, because when they come for the Piss Puppy Polycule, they're coming for you too.

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hallwords

looking for writers to follow 👀

hi, hi! my dashboard's been pretty empty since restarting my writeblr journey, and i'm looking to populate it with like-minded folks. interact with this post and i'll immediately check your blog out!!! :)

i'm looking for...

  • beta/alpha readers (we can swap!!)
  • people whose tastes are INCREDIBLY eclectic (because mine defo are and i'm pretty much into everything at any given moment)
  • high-fantasy enjoyers (particularly folks who can create absolutely MASSIVE worlds with different species, magic systems, etc.), but if you're into fantasy in general, it's pretty much an instant follow!
  • slow burn masochists
  • lovers of familial and platonic relationships
  • dudes gals and pals who are BRUTAL with constructive criticism
  • people i can throw my ideas at and who throw their ideas back at me!! the best way to get me to write about my sckrunklies is to talk about them!!!
  • LOVES CATS !!!!!!!!!!!

i can offer...

  • feedback!! apparently good feedback, too, since i've helped people become published!
  • myself as a sounding board and someone you can brainstorm with!
  • constructive criticism!!!!! a very important thing for writers to have
  • a shitton of hype and motivation!!!!! according to A Great Many People, i'm good at bullying people into writing, so if you want those blank pages to stop haunting you, i can help with that :)

some other things...

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Hey Writeblr!!

Could you please interact with this post if it's alright to tag you in tag games?

I always struggle with knowing who to tag lol (and if we're not already mutuals feel free to interact as well!)

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Captain Thunderclaw’s Cookbook for the Adventurous Sailor

[These recipes were written for a pirates themed D&D campaign, these are the personal recipes of Captain Thunderclaw, the greatest feline captain of the seven seas!]

The question of feeding sailors has been one which the victual officers of every navy has wrestled with since the first sailors went out to sea. One must find provisions which are possible to keep for long voyages while provising sufficient nutrition to keep sailors strong enough to work and to ward away the dreaded scurvy that has plagued vessels for so long. 

These here are recipes I have collected throrough my voyages, some of which are meant to make use of provisions while others are special treats that make use of fresh produces in the days after departing port or while moored.

[Recipes under the cut]

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Henchman (WIP)

Synopsis: After running out of options 19 years old Elizabeth ‘Liz’ Carpenter is left with only two option; Return to her abusive family or become a supervillain’s henchman. 

Liz ran through the streets of the city, her breath ragged and hair glued to her scalp with sweat, she was late and didn’t have time to wait for the bus. Ragged of breath and drenched with sweat she made it to a little café on Wellington street, quickly drawing some stares from the customer. 

She waded through the crowded lunch-time service and went to the back locker room, drying herself with a towel before putting on her uniform.

She was half finished when Mrs Cookham, owner of Walnut Tree café came in, arms crossed and looking severe. 

“You’re late by an hour, this is the third time this week.”

“I’m so sorry, my sister got into a fight at school and I had to go and get her for her suspension and find—”

“Enough excuses, I’m going to have to let you go.” She said, “I’ve been understanding but this sets a bad example for the others, your last paycheck is in my office.”

“But, please, I need this job, I know—”

“Elizabeth, I’ve had enough, just go, you work hard but you miss too much time.”

Elizabeth’s shoulders sank. She’d lost four jobs in as many months. She changed back into her wet clothes and Mrs Cookham brought her a cheque for the past ten days. She gave her thanks and left the café this time waiting for a bus to take her back to the subway station.

She’d need to find another job, she only hoped the money would last her the intervening time…

When she got home she went onto her laptop for another round of job hunting, staying until eight when it came time to go pick up her sister from her friend’s home. 

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Henchman (WIP)

Synopsis: After running out of options 19 years old Elizabeth ‘Liz’ Carpenter is left with only two option; Return to her abusive family or become a supervillain’s henchman. 

Liz ran through the streets of the city, her breath ragged and hair glued to her scalp with sweat, she was late and didn’t have time to wait for the bus. Ragged of breath and drenched with sweat she made it to a little café on Wellington street, quickly drawing some stares from the customer. 

She waded through the crowded lunch-time service and went to the back locker room, drying herself with a towel before putting on her uniform.

She was half finished when Mrs Cookham, owner of Walnut Tree café came in, arms crossed and looking severe. 

“You’re late by an hour, this is the third time this week.”

“I’m so sorry, my sister got into a fight at school and I had to go and get her for her suspension and find—”

“Enough excuses, I’m going to have to let you go.” She said, “I’ve been understanding but this sets a bad example for the others, your last paycheck is in my office.”

“But, please, I need this job, I know—”

“Elizabeth, I’ve had enough, just go, you work hard but you miss too much time.”

Elizabeth’s shoulders sank. She’d lost four jobs in as many months. She changed back into her wet clothes and Mrs Cookham brought her a cheque for the past ten days. She gave her thanks and left the café this time waiting for a bus to take her back to the subway station.

She’d need to find another job, she only hoped the money would last her the intervening time…

When she got home she went onto her laptop for another round of job hunting, staying until eight when it came time to go pick up her sister from her friend’s home. 

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Henchman (WIP)

Synopsis: After running out of options 19 years old Elizabeth ‘Liz’ Carpenter is left with only two option; Return to her abusive family or become a supervillain’s henchman. 

Liz ran through the streets of the city, her breath ragged and hair glued to her scalp with sweat, she was late and didn't have time to wait for the bus. Ragged of breath and drenched with sweat she made it to a little café on Wellington street, quickly drawing some stares from the customer. 

She waded through the crowded lunch-time service and went to the back locker room, drying herself with a towel before putting on her uniform.

She was half finished when Mrs Cookham, owner of Walnut Tree café came in, arms crossed and looking severe. 

"You're late by an hour, this is the third time this week."

"I'm so sorry, my sister got into a fight at school and I had to go and get her for her suspension and find—"

"Enough excuses, I'm going to have to let you go." She said, "I've been understanding but this sets a bad example for the others, your last paycheck is in my office."

"But, please, I need this job, I know—"

"Elizabeth, I've had enough, just go, you work hard but you miss too much time."

Elizabeth's shoulders sank. She'd lost four jobs in as many months. She changed back into her wet clothes and Mrs Cookham brought her a cheque for the past ten days. She gave her thanks and left the café this time waiting for a bus to take her back to the subway station.

She'd need to find another job, she only hoped the money would last her the intervening time…

When she got home she went onto her laptop for another round of job hunting, staying until eight when it came time to go pick up her sister from her friend's home. 

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