Now this is really a journal entry for my fellow writers in Vampire_Kingdom and any of our members that might just chance upon my profile, so my apologies for those of you expecting my usual dark and dreary poetry! You know, when I was first starting off in Vk I didn’t really have a lot of help or support, in fact if I remember correctly my dear friend MYOBB almost pissed me off enough in my first two days to the point of quitting when he deleted all the posts I’d made due to my royal at the time having failed to stick in my user title! To think I’d almost forgone sticking with the cult altogether just because of that! Thankfully I didn’t however and three or mayhaps four years later I’m still around and rocking my main character Daemon Van Malokai!

It feels a bit odd to say that now and I’ve no idea why I’ve really stayed for so long but I suppose somewhere along the line I grew attached to the place and the stories I created there and the friends I made. Anyhow, I’m getting off the point which is “what helps me while rp’ing”. Well I suppose when I’m writing with a partner I make a habit of opening a Microsoft word document and matching their posts in equal length if not more and it also helps due to word’s spelling and grammar check. Another useful tool for me as a writer is the thesaurus which you can call up by highlighting a word and pressing the shift key + f7. This is especially use if you’re stuck while writing and you’re trying to think of a similar term for the word and it’s pissing you off to no end! We’ve all been there right? Another good tip is to recount what your character looks like in detail when rp’ing, don’t just always call him/her by name because it gets repetitive when you’re writing.

Observe,
Daemon, the wraith, the deathly pale male, the hallow-eyed male, the towering porcelain figure, the serpentine male, the predator, the dark prince, the dark-haired male, the Monarch, the sovereign, the 5th imperial seat of the vampyric inquisition, the bloodied warrior! There’s hundreds of titles and combinations that will serve when referring to your character in rp or in writing in general so why stick with a select few? You can refer to your character through his occupation, race, nationality, hair colour, eye colour, the complexion of his skin, anything really once you have a picture of them in your head. Another good tip if you’re writing in a thread is to look to the image depicting the scene and if there isn’t one, find one! Research images on Google if you’re having trouble imaging it on your own; the same idea can be applied to what your character is wearing or the weapon their wielding, the magic their using, the creatures they’re fighting, the fields they’re walking through or the bloody roof they’re sleeping under. If you can’t think of it, GOOGLE IT! Probably not the best motto to be declaring but it’s the truth of it.

In short, nothing can help a writer more than having an image to work off, oft times I find music can help when trying to fill your characters words with emotion, the thesaurus is an excellent tool along with Microsoft Word’s spelling and grammar check and that’s about the high and low of it. I won’t be able to fit all of my writing tips into one journal entry but this was a good start I suppose.

Feel like sharing your own writing tips? Hell, go write on ahead and post them here!

Late at night and I find myself sitting whimsically,
Unsteady and thinking of bleak premonitions
Whilst establishing the place of a dodgy compact lighter,
A fighter to no addiction, an inebriated contradiction as it were in fact.

I’ve knowingly placed that cancerous stick between my lips, a half thousand times,
A half minute’s pick at my life for a momentary respite,
So lightheaded he frightened me almost as he appeared in my midst.

Blonde hair with a lopsided cap, a pale complexion happened stance,
With blue eyes that entranced the same as dancing heaving hips;
And a right twit I must have been to miss him surely.

Unsteadily he established the mechanism of my lighter,
A fighter to none of my talk, neither balking nor walking away.
We talked for a while, I listened, he smiled, I joked, he laughed,
Relaxing and drawing closer, growing bolder and exploring me with his eyes.

I hold that gaze, the laughing stops,
A predator’s continence with my conscience cornered
And hands clawing into the constricting covers that contain his skin.
I draw him in, he’s quite for a while and then moaning half-hearted protests,
Of waiting for consent, whilst bent into the slope of my abdomen.

Of harm, there was none and when I was done I set my pretty bird loose,
Askew to the idea that I’d regret my actions come morning.
Mockingly roaring, we swap numbers as music comes pouring from the door,
Screens illuminating polar opposite expressions of calm and furrowed brow.
My frown hidden, unbidden I say we’ll hang again and I’m lying already,
Walking steadily home.

Unknowingly I stared at a smile frozen in text,
Derogative apologies hanging in my head
Astonishingly far longer than those I’d forgotten.
Begotten, I shut the humming bird out of mind,

Cruel as it were I was being kind.

Faceless he stumbled once but only once, a front to his traceless frame of past disdain
And decadence unto my being, of which there was no shroud of doubt in mind.
Morality lost, he stumbled hither with black frost creeping through the sole of my padded shoe
With each hush’th fall of limb on hoary stone, and boneless they seemed, curving like dockyard coils
Around the ankle of my motionless bracket.

No thoughts did I feed in fleeting cognizance to a subliminal conscious, inept to all but the blind gaze
Of a façade of flesh, rupturing into a gaping orifice that flooded with a dark ink so foul.
Scent rose shadowed with a copper tang, and blue lips impartial to a cold caress
Were painted with bands of an intangible red.

Abreast I was layn bare on hoary stone, faceless, traceless, doubtless and done..