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2 weeks ago

can’t explain why but good children’s fantasy is usually closer in essence to good adult fantasy than good YA fantasy is to good adult fantasy. the best children’s fantasy reads like the best adult fantasy, and vice versa.

2 weeks ago
A photo of an orange newt on a dark brown log in a forest full of trees and greenery. A caption above the newt has one person saying "I asked Chat G P T --" and then another person interrupts them and says "Yeah, well I asked this fella, and he told me to tell you to lick rocks".

I trust That GP*-Eft over ChatGPT any day.

You will never, ever see me use any generative AI in my writing or other creative endeavors, not even to spin up a list of ideas. You don't get to be a good writer by letting an algorithm do the hard stuff for you. Doing the hard stuff is how you become a good writer, and then a better writer. It's as much about the process as it is about the output, and if you're only focused on the latter then you're missing the point. Never let your writing--or art, or music--become so commodified that you lose the sheer joy (and frustration) of creating in the first place.

*GP = Great Perfect

2 weeks ago

Hey, stop scrolling and start writing. The book ain't gonna write itself.

2 weeks ago

do you guys wanna see my favorite video on the internet yes you do

2 weeks ago

reblog if ur mom is smart and beautiful

2 weeks ago

THIS IS SO CUTE THANK YOU <33

Page 1:
Panel 1: A small child with red hair in pig-tail braids sits at the base of a large tree. Someone off panel says, "The faeries took your child, Mary.
Panel 2: Inside a room with the child and tree visible through the window. Mary, a woman with medium-length red hair, is talking with a woman with short hair tied back with a bandana.
Mary: Not this again.
Other Woman: You remember the stories that mother told us.
Panel 3: The other woman leans forward as she speaks emphatically.
Other Woman: Of the faries that steal your baby and replace it with their own -- a changeling! Those dreadful creatures that then drain you of your energy, food, and time!
Panel 4: Mary's face is blank shock with an ellipsis over her head.
Panel 5: Mary tilts her head in confusion as she speaks.
Mary: Have you ever raised a child?
Other Woman: How do you explain the incident at the market?
Page 2:
Panel 1: Flashback, the child from the first page is crouched on the ground crying. Mary is kneeling a little ways away, watching with a concerned expression.
Mary in present day: That was my own fault. I already knew how Dana hates being around too many people.
Panel 2: Still a flashback. The child, now identified as Dana, hides her lower face in a green scarf. Mary reaches for her carefully.
Other Woman in present day: And how did you comfort her? She acts as if your touch gives her rashes!
Mary in present day: I gave her one of grandmother's scarf. She likes to run her fingers through it.
Panel 3: Back to present day, Dana sits at the base of the tree, the green scarf around her neck.
Other Woman, off panel: She sits at the forest's edge all day, listening. She's a fairy. The forest is calling to her.
Mary, off panel: She's just listening to the sparrow calls.
Panel 4: Tight focus on the Other Woman's unhappy mouth.
Other Woman: Mary, Father M says they're dangerous! he knows the fairies better than us.
Panel 5: Tight focus on the Mary's eye widening in surprise.
Other Woman, off panel: Have you ever met a fairy? Hm?
Panel 6: A tall fairy wearing a green cloak and with diaphanous wings on their back stands over a crib holding a baby. The fairy's eyes are wide as they spot Mary standing nearby.
Page 3:
Panel 1: Mary's hands are clasped, and she looks down at them.
Other Woman, off panel: That's what I thought. Go see Father M once you've come to your senses.
Panel 2: Mary stands in the doorway watching Dana standing by the edge of the forest.
Other Woman, off panel: He'll flog that dreadful creature until it tells him where your real daughter is.
Panel 3: Dana points into the forest and whistles a tune.
Panel 4: Mary is mostly hidden by the door as she watches Dana.
Panel 5: Dana's outstretched hand with her pointer finger extended.
Panel 6: A red sparrow comes to light on Dana's finger.
Panel 7: Dana pets the bird, a soft smile on her face.
Panel 8: Mary comes up behind Dana and the bird. The bird flies away, and Dana is started.
Panel 9: Dana shakes nervously.
Panel 10: Mary's eyes are wide and her mouth slightly open as she looks down at Dana.
Page 4:
Panel 1: Mary smiles softly.
Panel 2: Dana is kneeling in the grass, and Mary kneels beside her.
Mary: It seems that your bird calls have gotten quite accurate, haven't they?
Panel 3: Dana speaks into her scarf.
Dana: Her name is Fianna.
Panel 4: Mary: Does she visit us often?
Panel 5: Dana turns towards Mary and smiles and nods.
Panel 6: Mary holds a hand to her mouth in thought.
Mary: Well, that's no good. I've been a terrible host all this time.
Panel 7: The view is pointed up into the tree canopy.
Mary, continuing her speaking from Panel 6: Do you know what food she likes?
Panel 8: Mary and Dana are in identical poses kneeling and staring unto the forest.
Dana: Cake. Can I make her a pillow to sit on? She says the wood sill is uncomfortable.
Mary: Of course.
Page 5:
Panel 1: Mary asleep in her bed at night. A full moon shines through the window.
Panel 2: Dana's small hands reach up from the bottom of the panel to jostle Mary's shoulder. Mary is partially upright. her eyes wide and her hair in disarray.
Dana, shouting in all capitals: Mother wake up!
Panel 3: Dana has her arms raised as she talks to Mary, and Mary sits up in bed. Dana's speech comprises the entirety of the background surrounding Dana, Mary, and Mary's bed. Some of the words are obscured by the figures or are cut off by the border of the panel.
Dana: Fianna visited me tonight and I could tell something was wrong she wasn't hopping right I think her leg must be hurt. she wasn't flying me way she usually does and she almost crashed wall where arrived, and her song didn't sound right, it minor key and her fifths were off, I had to finish her song for her ever hap, and when I tried to pet her she flinched away something she normally does like didn't want me putting mo ew off it was all weird an blood on it! I don't know I do, and you have to h fly right now, but I'm.
Panel 4: Focus on Mary.
Dana, off panel: Please, you have to help Fianna!
Panel 5: Mary walks through the forest at night, holding a lantern to light her way and wearing a heavy cloak. A red sparrow shining with its own light flies in front of Mary, who is following it.
Panel 6: The sparrow flies between two trees.
Panel 7: Mary watches the sparrow.
Panel 8: The sparrow disappears behind one of the trees.
Panel 9: A small hand emerges from behind the tree.
Page 6:
Panel 1: A small child with long matted hair the same color as the sparrow emerges from behind the tree. Her clothes are ragged and dirty, and blood drips down her left leg.
Child: Stop following me.
Panel 2: Mary stares at the child.
Mary, thinking: A fairy…
Panel 3: Mary kneels down to the child's height and places her lantern on the ground.
Mary: Are you the one who plays with my daughter?
Panel 4: Mary smiles at the child.
Mary: She considers you a very good friend.
Panel 5: The child hunches in on herself.
Child: She's my best friend.
Panel 6: Mary and the child talk.
Mary: You can transform into lots of animals?
Child: Uh huh. I like being sparrow the most.
Mary: Do you like to fly, then?
Panel 7: The child looks down.
Child: I…I like to sing with her.
Panel 8: Mary smiles, touched.
Page 7:
Panel 1: Mary extends a hand towards the child, who is holding onto a tree for support as blood drips from her leg onto the grass.
Mary: Are your injuries alright?
Child: The forest will heal them.
Panel 2: Mary looks worried.
Panel 3: Mary takes off her scarf.
Panel 4: Mary holds her scarf out to the child, who looks at her with wide eyes and eyebrows raised in surprise.
Mary: here, to help keep you warm all night. If you'd like some food or rest, my doors are always open to you.
Panel 5: The child wraps the scarf around her much the same way Dana does.
Child: Inviting in a fairy is dangerous.
Panel 6: Mary is standing, looking down on this small child who only comes up to her hips.
Mary: Yes, well…
Panel 7: Mary heads back through the forest to her home.
Panel 8: Dana is asleep by the windowsill and clutching her scarf to her.
Mary, off panel: I think Dana would be upset with me if I didn't.
Page 8:
Panel 1: Daytime now, Mary brings a plate over to the windowsill where the child, Fianna, who is currently a sparrow stands.
Panel 2: Fianna the sparrow looks down at her meal.
Panel 3: Finna pecks at the birdseed.
Panel 4: Dana holds a pillow aloft triumphantly, and Mary smiles.
Panel 5: Fianna is comfortably nestled in her pillow.
Panel 6: Mary carries a sleeping Fianna on her pillow.
Mary, in a narration box: You're still wrong, sister.
Panel 7: Mary places Fianna next to Dana, who is asleep in bed.
Mary, in a narration box: No child of mine was ever replaced, nor were they meant to.
Panel 8: Fianna is now transformed into a child. It is easy to see how much Dana and Fianna resemble each other as they sleep next to one another.
Mary, in a narration box: I simply have tow daughters.

Hello tumblr I heard you like changeling stories

Edit: If you want a physical copy of this comic!

2 weeks ago

Reblog if you support asexuals and aren’t a COWARD

RB if your blog is a safe, accepting space for asexuals!

2 weeks ago

being a writer is googling "reddish pink color name" and not getting the objectively correct answer

2 weeks ago
2 weeks ago

Cats getting caught doing crimes

2 weeks ago

The wings give an extra lift

2 weeks ago

Moral Dilemmas That Will Mess Up Your Character

» They witness a crime but helping the victim means exposing a secret that could ruin someone they love.

» They could save someone’s life… but only by hurting someone else.

» They’re offered everything they’ve ever wanted, by the worst person they know.

» They have to lie to protect someone, but the lie costs someone else dearly.

» They can bring justice, but only by breaking a promise.

» They’re given power, but to keep it, they have to become what they hate.

» They have the chance to take revenge, and it would be so easy. So satisfying.

» They’re the only one who knows the truth, but telling it would destroy someone’s faith.

» They could protect the many, by sacrificing the one. And the one matters to them.

» They promised not to get involved, but walking away would haunt them forever.

» They were wrong  and admitting it now will shatter their credibility.

» They’re asked to forgive, and they know the person doesn’t deserve it.

» They have to pick a side, but both sides are flawed. Both will cost them something.

» They want to help, but they’re not sure it’s their place.

» They said they’d never become their parent and now they’re staring in the mirror, wondering if they already have.

» They catch their friend doing something terrible, but they owe them everything.

» They can’t tell if they’re protecting someone, or controlling them.

» They get what they want, but someone else suffers for it.

» They promised to keep a secret, but now someone innocent is getting hurt.

» They fall in love and realize it compromises everything they believe in.

2 weeks ago

10 Traits That Make a Character Secretly Dangerous

❥ Disarming Humor. They’re the life of the party. Everyone’s laughing. No one’s noticing how much they aren’tsaying.

❥ Laser-Sharp Observation. They see everything. Who’s nervous. Who’s lying. Who would be easiest to break. And they don’t miss.

❥ Unsettling Calm. Even in chaos, they stay still. Smiling. Thinking. Calculating.

❥ Weaponized Empathy. They know how to make people trust them. Because they know exactly what people want to hear.

❥ Compartmentalization. They can do something brutal, then eat lunch like nothing happened.

❥ Controlling Niceness. The kind of kindness that’s sharp-edged. You feel guilty for not loving them.

❥ Mirroring Behavior. They become whatever the person in front of them needs. It's not flattery. It’s survival—or manipulation.

❥ Selective Vulnerability. They know how to spill just enough pain to make you drop your guard.

❥ History of “Bad Luck”. Ex-friends, ex-lovers, ex-colleagues… they all left under “unfortunate” circumstances. But the pattern says otherwise.

❥ Unshakeable Confidence in Their Morality. They don’t think they’re the villain. That makes them scarier.

2 weeks ago

I know exactly what happens next. But unfortunately, I must now explain it… with words.

2 weeks ago

#woahtheremateididntconfirmthatyet

My characters are so happy right now :) Should I... ruin... everything?

2 weeks ago

#twasalsomewhodecidedtohavethemsplitapartaskids #*mauivoice*yourewelcome

My characters are so happy right now :) Should I... ruin... everything?

2 weeks ago

#youwillalsoregretaskingforthechildhoodfriendsbackstory #thatisgoingtoHURT

My characters are so happy right now :) Should I... ruin... everything?

2 weeks ago

#idkmateyoutellme

My characters are so happy right now :) Should I... ruin... everything?

2 weeks ago

#alrightnotetaken #youwillregretthat

My characters are so happy right now :) Should I... ruin... everything?

2 weeks ago

@ellipsis-dotdotdot

.....no context needed #sparelotothepain

My characters are so happy right now :) Should I... ruin... everything?

2 weeks ago

when i realize i have to write the scenes in order to get to the scenes i want to write

When I Realize I Have To Write The Scenes In Order To Get To The Scenes I Want To Write
2 weeks ago

Guys hear me out on this.

I’m a writer, and even though this is not my main blog, if I ever become a published author, I am not going to be discouraging fanfiction.

FANFICTION STARTED MY INTEREST IN WRITING.

FANFICTION AUTHORS SPEND A LOT OF TIME POURING THEIR BLOOD, SWEAT, AND TEARS INTO THE FANFIC. THEY DON’T RECEIVE ENOUGH RECOGNITION!!

Thank you for listening to my first rant. (Of probably many others)

2 weeks ago

Me @ Tamatoa /pos

@ellipsis-dotdotdot

me rereading a scene: omg why is she acting like that who wrote this? i wrote this.

2 weeks ago

Things Your Character Pretends to Be (But Isn’t, At Least Not Yet)

(Identity masks, coping roles, survival personas.)

The caretaker (but no one’s ever taken care of them).

The brave one (but they’re terrified all the time).

The flirt (because real intimacy is terrifying).

The funny one (because laughter hides the panic).

The overachiever (but they feel like a fraud).

The chill one (but they’re screaming inside).

The leader (but they never wanted the spotlight).

The rebel (but they just want to belong).

The calm one (but their thoughts race nonstop).

The loyal one (even when people don’t deserve it).

The loner (but they’re starving for connection).

The tough one (but they’ve never been allowed to cry).

The problem-solver (but can’t fix their own mess).

The grounded one (but they feel completely lost).

The logical one (because feeling has always gotten them hurt).

The “together” one (but they’re falling apart in secret).

The “nice” one (but they’re boiling with resentment).

The free spirit (but they crave structure).

The peacemaker (but they never say what they need).

The heartbreaker (but they’re terrified of being left first).

2 weeks ago

officially made a reader cry...am i a real writer now?

2 weeks ago

as a reader, I LOVE a slow burn

as a writer, I hate them <3

2 weeks ago
Vivid Bird Squad

Vivid bird squad

2 weeks ago

Fanfiction is great because you can see so clearly how people learn to write.

Some people, it's clear, learned almost entirely through absorbing the world around them. Grammar and punctuation will be all over the place, spellings are approximate, but the voice of the narration will come through so clearly. You can hear the dialect of the people around them as of they're telling the story. It's not a written story, it's a transcription of how they talk in their day to day life.

Some people learned through reading a gazillion books as a kid. Grammer and spelling will be rock solid, formatting occasionally based on the single tab of physical books rather than the double tab of online scrolling, but dialogue is often stilted and overly formal. You might notice a lack of contractions and very rigid rules they made for consistency that actually have a lot more flexibility than they think. They tend to have a fantastic grasp of sentence flow, though.

And other people formally learned how to write. This could be anywhere from taking school classes seriously because they enjoyed writing stories as a kid to literal certifications and jobs in the field. Grammer is flawless. Punctuation is triple checked. Foreign words are in italics. Characters have distinct voices. But their self indulgence is tempered by perfectionism. They know precisely what they want from a fic. Authors notes often feature mutterings about their happiness with the chapter. Kaomojis often appear! They seek a style to their writing, and it makes for some wonderfully clever plots! These are the ones most likely to get fun with formatting!

And some people.... Some people examined it all. They dissect dialogue, people watch, cross reference behaviours and compare characters to people irl. You can tell almost immediately who had formative experiences with Terry pratchett and/or ghibli, because it's these people. While others see writing as fun, expression, craft, they see it as art. Plain and simple. Sure, the grammar is occasionally sacrificed on the altar of creative freedom, and the occasional sentence might miss a full stop, but these people seem to self reflect on themselves as part of the art making process. On occasion, these people have the most masterful grasp of dialogue and invocation and hand sewn characterisations. Formatting is pretty standard because all the focus is on the actual words. These fics can be edited to the moon and back!

All of these can vary wildly in forethought and quality, and betas can often catch individual problems before they hit post, but just. Isn't it so cool? What's that one Oscar Wilde quote about every mask just being another fragment of yourself?

Did you recognise yourself?

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