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The Beautiful Imposter

@beautifulimposter25

Another doorway, another passage into the labyrinth
Because it seems to be important now, I’m 40+ years old (as I continue, inexplicably, to get older, I’m not changing this till the next decade)
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In case you’re wondering, I reblog original writing so that other people can see it. That’s what I do. Sometimes my own stuff too. And sometimes pictures of foxes and semi-naked ladies. But mostly the writing thing.

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Until Morning Light

I don’t normally preface my work, but this time I think it requires it. Firstly, there is a trigger warning: the following work features suicide, addiction, and drug/alcohol use. Please, if any of these things might in any way disturb or upset you, do not read bellow the cut. Second, I was inspired by the song “Chandalier” by Sia and have used quotations from it within the work itself. Any italics are words not written by me, but rather the artist indicated.

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Signal Boost

I always feel like my prose stuff doesn’t get the limelight on here like my poetry does, so in a rather shameful act of self-promotion, I am linking several of my reblogged short pieces in this one post, hoping to get a few more reads…that is “reads” not just “likes”…I just hope it works, ‘cause every time I promote my own stuff I feel so dirty afterwards, lol

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abalonetea

Adventure. Horror. Creatures in the deep. Youth, Sunken has it all. And it's available right HERE!

As she nears the end of her career as a lead diver, Abby Marsh is determined to make this one count. She and her team have been called out to make a final plunge to La Fosse Dionne, a fountain in Tonnerre, France, with a bottom that has yet to be discovered. The funding for the job comes in the form of Dr. Mark Golus, a strange man with too much money to spend and an odd obsession with the fountain. From the start, there's something strange about the job. Too little information given, too high of a grant being offered, and a strange distaste towards the dive crew from all of the locals. But Abby is content to ignore the warning bells if it means getting her name on the front page one last time. She's less content to ignore them once the dive itself starts, and they realize that there's something else in the fountain with them. Between dead bodies that should have long since decayed, ravenous creatures that shouldn't exist, and glints of gold floating on the bottom of the cavern floor... Abby and her crew are in for the dive of a life time. It's one that they might not survive.
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Signal Boost

I always feel like my prose stuff doesn’t get the limelight on here like my poetry does, so in a rather shameful act of self-promotion, I am linking several of my reblogged short pieces in this one post, hoping to get a few more reads…that is “reads” not just “likes”…I just hope it works, ‘cause every time I promote my own stuff I feel so dirty afterwards, lol

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I am feeling so creatively dead inside

within me are the corpses of worlds buried beneath the words that would have breathed into them life

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talonabraxas

“Creativity is the state of consciousness in which you enter into the treasury of your innermost being and bring the beauty into manifestation.” ― Torkom Saraydarian, The Solar Angel

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allthetropes

✨writeblr intro✨

Because I can totally make one of those, definitely and for suresies

Hi my name is Bebs, I've read over 20 writeblrs this week and don't remember the key context clues that were in any of them so I'm not entirely sure what I'm supposed to be telling you, but you know what? It'll be grand sure.

The Basics: she/her, 29 (but I'll say 30 if you ask because at this point what is the difference), probably ace, very ADHD, Irish, fat, works in education and juuuust the right kind of mentally ill for this website.

Last year I wrote 3 books (series) in the span of just under 340 days. I did 97k words in the 2023 NaNoWriMo. I am terrified of self-publishing and really, really unsuccessful with acquiring agents.

"What do you write" damn whatever comes to me, I guess.

  • Fantasy
  • Sci-fi
  • Supernatural
  • Romance
  • Dystopia
  • Historical (but rarely historical non-fantasy)
  • Adventure

I write mostly OC, but I WILL go through a document and change all the names to others so I can upload a story as fanfic if it will give me validation and serotonin.

99% of the time I will write in the typical fashion of a novel, but don't tempt me to write a screenplay, I have Fade In and I'm not afraid to use it.

Given my age, I recognise that I'm more likely to be seen as an Auntie Figure than a blogging buddy and honestly that's fine, as long as I actually have some mutuals to talk to. I've been writing for approximately 2/3rds of my life so this isn't my first rodeo, feel free to ask questions of all sorts. I don't promise I have the answer but I'll have an answer and I guarantee if it's not informative it's likely to be funny.

Currently 'published': supernatural adventure dystopia My Pleasure Darling (original), My Pleasure Darling (Hunger Games Fanfiction version)

Current WIPs: historical fantasy romance, a different historical fantasy romance, the sequels to My Pleasure Darling, a plain romance (shelved for now), a dystopia supernatural romance, an isekai romance, and oh, we won't talk about all the Forgotten WIPs...

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Normalize going into people’s ask boxes and ask them random ass questions.

Tumblr used to be so much fun with all the asks (anonymous or otherwise), and we need to bring those back, especially now that we finally have a half-decent blocking feature in place.

Ask people things! Message them! Don’t let tumblr inbox die! It’s one of the features that made tumblr tumblr.

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druidx

Snippet 1 from Elowyn Investigations

CW: Stabbing, blood, near-death of a main character This raw, unedited, plot-holey snippet from Elowyn Investigations is to provide context for a later chapter of Her Countenance was Light. Tagging HCWL list: @aquadestinyswriting, @hannahcbrown, @jacqueswriteblrlibrary, @babyblueetbaemonster

We arrived at Rowbottom's house, the front door still ajar from where he'd fled, I suppose. "Where is she?" I asked, drawing my nightstick. "Under the stairs," he whispered, hiding behind me. "All right, stay here," I said. He nodded mutely and I entered the house. The stairs ran from the middle of the reception hall, and I padded around the side. The door was closed though, and I frowned, before realising this building had more than one story. I silently cursed myself; I should have asked which set of stairs he'd meant. But no matter, I'd just have to go check the next level. I cautiously went up the stairs, treading carefully to avoid making them creak, and listening hard. Halfway up, I heard a slight scuffing sound, and paused, hardly breathing. I stood for a long while, but when no further sounds came, I carried on, reaching the top of the stairs and coming onto the landing. It was dark up here, and I was having trouble seeing. Clouds obscured the moon, and no lamps had been lit. I looked around. The landing bent left, curling around on itself, and a small hatchway led from it. My heart scudded in my throat. I reached for the handle, but before I could touch it, I felt the delicate touch of sharpened steel against my throat. I froze. The sense of a body behind me. Breath against my ear. "I give you this one warning: stop looking, Watchman." I swallowed, carefully. "What if I don't?" I asked, shifting the nightstick to lay along my arm into a defensive position. "Then you get to meet your maker," the voice hissed. I felt the blade at my throat withdraw and took my chance. I spun to the right, blocking the figure behind me. They gave a wordless cry and parried my blow. I tried to step away as they thrust at me with a second blade, but my back hit the wall. The dagger skittered off my badge, where it lay on my heart, and sank instead into my arm, slipping neatly between the leather shoulder plates. I cried out, instinctively gripping the wound. My assailant let go, clearly considering the blade not worth the effort of retrieval. I dropped to the floor, as my assailant turned tail and ran.

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Signal Boost

I always feel like my prose stuff doesn’t get the limelight on here like my poetry does, so in a rather shameful act of self-promotion, I am linking several of my reblogged short pieces in this one post, hoping to get a few more reads…that is “reads” not just “likes”…I just hope it works, ‘cause every time I promote my own stuff I feel so dirty afterwards, lol

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