The Writer
@graciousChampion
The writer. The master of all worlds.
The author has finished his draft for the night. Farewell, until next draft. #TheScript
Do you need help workshopping some of your characters?
She fiddled with the Keyring Juju, a gift. It crackled with energy. Those who take favors always pay their debt. She wondered if anyone would notice when she's gone. #TheScript
It hasn’t escaped one’s notice at least.
The Writer perhaps will retire. This combined with the Horrorterrors may be a lot... Ah, but he was so fervent, so passionate... He felt like he could go on forever. #TheScript
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Casper, casper. What can you say about Casper? He eats protein bars. His friends hide secrets from him in order to keep their friendship... ... Ah, yes. Termia. He could exist. ... Put that under maybe. #TheScript
donnt forget raisinns. he really likes raisinns. inn sinnguular portionns.
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⚇ :8OOO ⚇ you magic as hell brother you know so much. ⚇ do me, do me next! ⚇
SORRY. JUST TRYING TO GET MY MILEAGE OUT OF THIS. I'M INTERESTED IN HOW THIS CASPER GUY IS STUMPING YOU. MAYBE HE'S BEEN DOING #COLLABS AND IT'S MADE HIM MORE POWERFUL THAN YOU? FOOD FOR THOUGHT. PROTEIN BAR FOR THOUGHT, EVEN. [⁙]
Termia is.. Such an interesting Lycaon to choose. Consider me unimpressed.
The Lycaons are a difficult subject. The writer finds that on this platform, they aren't really needed. However, he is fond of the Doctor. #TheScript
It's like the Three Jokers, in a way. ... ... The writer wants to eat a hotdog. #TheScript
The writer doesn't have much to write about Vianti. #TheScript
Lowkey this is somehow worse than "Expand on Casper"
that just feels like addin salt and lemon juice to a wwound
The writer means to clarify that a good night is a good morning to trolls. #TheScript
Burais' hand hovered over that damned phone. It was so close, so far. It wouldn't be bad, right? She and them, they were good. They felt good. Everything was good. What's the harm in going back? What's the harm in falling back into old habits? What's the harm in calling them up again? Burais' mechanical hand shook. This was terrible. She can't do this. She can't. ... ... ... Ring, ring. #TheScript
BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM
The writer would apologize to the Chittr timeline, he was fervent in his writing. He knew it may be too much for some of them. He wished all them a good night. #TheScript
goodnnight ominnouus writer. take care of youurself
mf just hit you guys with the goodnight all post after putting your inner monologues on blast lmao
You know I didn’t expect for The Writer to be male. I don’t know what says about me.
dO nOt wOrry! yOU bEIng hErE sEEms tO bE A lOvEly lIttlE thIng tO wAkE Up tO fIndIng I hAd mIssEd yOU dUrIng my mOst EArly Of slEEp cyclEs
'dude's just making shit up' That's what she typed, fresh out of her bed and sniffing the twilight gasoline. It was her best defense. It was her only defense. #TheScript
She was supposed to be beyond this world. She was supposed to be it's creator. She was a black hole, for crying outloud! So why was HE here. #TheScript
The columnist is sat on her rooftop. Reading the notifications on her palmhusk. She looked up to the twin moons. In her hands, free and bare. She looked at her own silver ring. ... A pair. Will she know? ... Kurloz is probably right. Darlin has no favor. He would crush her heart if it meant he'd secure the safety of his in Her hands. Maybe, he already has. Maybe, she never was wearing a pair to begin with. She doesn't take off the ring. #TheScript
READ ALL ABOUT IT — [ Please don't. Please stop. I don't want her to see this. ]
Casper. ( NOTE TO SELF: Expand on Casper, figure out what to do next. ) #TheScript
Oh, that's like Nothing. Lol. Carry on.
No, I'm just the character that someone writes and forgets about because the ideas were to ehh and wehhh to dig deeper into
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The Rankmaid had followed the Writer. It seemed she was awakened sooner than the Writer had anticipated. What was she to do today? Smoke a cigarette, write another fic? Speak to those that pine for her? Those who shouldn't pine? Or to Him who she's owned by? The bad choice. She was always the bad choice. She shook her head. She wouldn't think of that. Not right now. Not right now. #TheScript
There was fear, rage, it was all a cocktail of anger. How did he know that? How did he know! Not even Dearie knew of this act! She couldn't have ratted this out to the Writer, couldn't she? No, no! If she knew, she wouldn't try so hard! She would have given up! How could she beat that!? She's a LIAR! SHE'S A RAT! SHE'S- He was speechless. He was useless. Standing there in the face of adversity. What could he do? #TheScript
you cant know this YOU CAN'T MOTHERFUCKING KNOW THIS GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT
He was adamant that the writer was in his head. A ceruleanblood, maybe. Someone with advanced psionics!! Yes. That's it, that had to be it! But no it wasn't. It really, really wasn't. That was the scariest part. #TheScript
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HE WOULD SAY IT! AGAIN, AND AGAIN! AND AGAIN! AND AGAIN! AND AGAIN!!! AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN!!!!!!!! AND NONE OF IT, NOT EVEN ONE WORD!!! mattered. #TheScript
STAY THE MOTHERFUCK AWAY FROM ME! STAY AWAY FROM THE RANKMAID! SHE... shes already been through so much please.
He pleaded. Pleaded for her. ... Pleading would not do enough. Pleading would... ... ... ... #TheScript
Silence. ... For once, in a long time. He didn't know what was coming. #TheScript
Pendra Rotten. An individual of abrasiveness, of cruelty. In his own personal hell, created by his own hands. Terrified of a fight, yet always prepared. His tail flicked, his body chittered. A bonfire where nothing bad will happen. #TheScript
He screamed. He yelled. But it was never going to change anything. It was always his fault. #TheScript
Defeated, he was. Miserable, he is. #TheScript
Kurloz believed he was in a darkspot. Kurloz believed he had advantage. Kurloz believes he isn't watched. Kurloz is wrong. #TheScript
:o) Cute. :o) Very. Very. Cute. :o) Nobody likes a squealer.
Burias, I am being so serious. Do not call her. #TheScript
For some reason, Drone Season is a topic once again. The writer will not divulge, as the writer is not that kind of writER There is one writer out there. Known by the Rankmaid, who would flourish in such a concept. But she is not here, nor there. She will return, when she can. #TheScript #NSFW
Petroa Apocap, bronzeblood, inventor. She was fast asleep by now, her mind was off to new pastures. She dreamt of her moirail. How much longer can she keep her secret? How much longer unti things go wrong. #TheScript
hey what the fuck ArE yOU tAlkIng AboUt. who the fuck is this
Chittr was lively, even for what some would say are late hours. Others would say they are normal hours. The perspective is different. Some wondered about the Rumble on Thursday. Others wondered about the Writer. The point is, the story was alive. #TheScript
Karama, also known by the Clockbreaker. She was exhausted of being stepped on, being beneath the boot of the highbloods. So when she saw someone in a similar position, she itched to jump for it. To fight. But fighting alone, that was only to lead to disaster. She most likely wouldn't regret it, But... maybe she could think, Had she not done that... Could the Host had continued being the Host? #TheScript