#writing

[melodicwriter]

[ellipsus-writes]

Alert, alert—a new THEMES DROP is upon us! ‎🎨

This week, Ellipsus has four fresh new themes to make your writing space feel a bit more you.

Give your docs some personality with…

Roseglow: for the romantics; a dreamy soft blush with candlelight accents.

Resistance: A crumbling dystopia, with a glimmer of green hope breaking through the cracks.

Jazzy Blue: Deep, mellow blues—perf for moody night owls.

Mermaid: A glittery fantasy gradient to give your docs a little magic.

Make your workspace as magical (or mysterious) as your writing—head over to the Theme Picker and switch things up! (And please please please! Let us know which one’s your vibe!)

More to come,

- the Ellipsus Team xo

[elexuscal]

"what did students do before chatgpt?" well one time i forgot i had a history essay due at my 10am class the morning of so over the course of my 30 minute bus ride to school i awkwardly used by backpack as a desk, sped wrote the essay, and got an A on it.

six months later i re-read the essay prior to the final exam, went 'ohhhh yeah i remember this', got a question on that topic, and aced it.

point being that actually doing the work is how you learn the material and internalize it. ChatGPT can give you a short cut but it won't build you the the muscles.

[luna-azzurra]

Soft prompts to make you YEARN

✭ brushing your thumb over their knuckles while you're both not saying a word, just existing quietly in the same space like it's the most sacred thing.

✭ them absentmindedly playing with the hem of your sleeve because they want to touch you but aren’t ready to say it yet.

✭ “can i kiss you?” whispered like they’re afraid the moment might shatter if they speak too loud.

✭ their voice cracking just a little when they say your name for the first time in a long time.

✭ them resting their forehead against yours and just… staying there. No words. No movement. Just breath. Just nearness.

✭ sharing headphones and they keep looking at you during the best part of the song. you don’t even know what the song means to them but suddenly it means everything to you.

✭ "stay the night?" said so soft it might’ve been a wish.

✭ dragging their fingers gently down your back like they’re trying to memorize the map of your spine.

✭ tracing your features with their fingertip like you're a sculpture in a museum and they were not supposed to touch you, but god, they can’t help it.

✭ “don’t leave yet.” not because you’re going somewhere. but because being with you is the safest they’ve felt all day.

✭ their voice in the dark. low. quiet. like the night is just for you two.

✭ "this reminded me of you" and it’s just a stupid rock or a weird leaf but you hold onto it like it's a diamond because it's you to them.

✭ laying in bed, face smushed into the pillow, sleep-drunk and murmuring, “you make me feel like i’m home.”

✭ them looking at you like you're not just a person, but their favorite story. one they’ve been rereading since forever and still keep finding new parts to fall in love with.

[tenderwatches]

sometimes you need dialogue tags and don't want to use the same four

[nondelphic]

writing is giving your characters the mental breakdown you’re too busy to schedule for yourself

[sourdough-seal]

hyperfixation please stay with me long enough to complete the project. hyperfixation do not fade. hyperfixation finish what you started for the love of god

[the-real-nikki19]

a writing competition i was going to participate in again this year has announced that they now allow AI generated content to be submitted

their reasoning being that "we couldn't ban it even if we wanted to, every writer already uses it anyway"

"Every writer"?

come on

[ross-hollander]

I assure you: somebody, somewhere, is on the exact same wavelength as you are.

[izzythedemigod]

I just found the funniest font ever

Like. What is this. Why is this. Who is the target audience of this?

[rudamaruda520]

me as a writer

[missusruin]

witchsona commission for @/tinybro; writing / mirrors / nature witch + crow familiar.

[mouthtapedguy]

lions are very mean and like jellyfish

[john-get-the-salt]

Paper-Cuts & Sprains (w/Michael Robby Robinavitch)

Imagine: The first time you have to bring your daughter in to the ED for medical care

Contains: Dad!Robby cause he would be the best dad ever. References to reader being a mom

Warnings: None. Not proof read yet so excuse any typos/errors

Usually when you were entering Pittsburg Trauma Medical Center, it was because you were visiting your husband Robby and/or one of his co-workers.

Normally it wasn’t because you actually needed medical care, but that wasn’t the case today. Well-not entirely.

“It’s ok sweetheart,” you smoothed down your daughter’s hair as you carried her into the ED. Her arms were locked around your neck, tear tracks staining the face she kept buried in your neck.

You didn’t have to wait in line long, as soon as Lupe saw you she waved you back and unlocked the doors. You thanked her and walked the familiar route to the main nurses station.

You didn’t realize how tense you were until you spotted that familiar head of blonde hair. Your chest deflated as you took the first real breath since the accident. Dana was mid sentence to one of the residents when she turned and met your eyes. She stopped talking and jogged over.

“Hey-what‘s wrong? You look pale as death. What happened?”

You adjusted your daughter in your arms, causing her to whimper.

“We were at soccer practice and she twisted her ankle. I know she’s gonna be fine she’s just in a lot of pain and I know how important it is to get it set right and Robby is always saying-“

“Slow down, my love” Dana interrupted, not unkindly. You knew you were rambling, tears that you wouldn’t-couldn’t let fall pricking at the corners of your eyes. It had been so scary seeing her collapse on the field with a scream of pain.

“Have you told Robby?”

“No, I just drove us right over.”

“You did the right thing. How about you guys go make yourself at home in room 6 and I’ll go find your daddy yeah?”

Your daughter nodded, still unwilling to move away from you.

You thanked Dana and walked into room 6. You sat down on one of the seats and maneuvered your daughter so she was sitting on your lap. You gently brushed her cheeks with your thumb.

“How does it feel baby? Still hurting?”

She nodded, bottom lip sticking out.

“I’m sorry baby, daddy will come help you feel better okay?”

“Do you think I’ll get a sticker when we leave?”

“Have I ever let you leave here without one?”

Both you and your daughter looked up at the sound of Robby’s voice. He was standing in the doorway, looking as handsome and tired and loving as always.

“Daddy!” Your daughter cried and reached her arms out.

“Come here pumpkin,” he swooped her up, rocking her back and forth in his arms. She didn’t hesitate to burrow herself into her father like she did with you. You took that moment to wipe at your eyes and will the rest of the tears away for now.

Robby sat himself down beside you, grabbing one of your hands with his.

“What happened at soccer practice?”

“I tripped and hurt my foot.”

Robby glanced at you, knowing you could provide the detail he needed.

“They were playing a practice game and she was running to make a goal. There was a hole in the ground and she fell and twisted her ankle. It swelled up pretty quick and I drove her right over.”

“A goal? Were you gonna make it?”

“Of course I was daddy.” She moved her head away to give him a duh look. “I’m the fastest player on the team.”

You fought a grin. The amount of sass that the 6 year old contained never failed to amaze you.

“Well I’m sorry you didn’t make it. Does it still hurt?”

She nodded, sticking that big lip out again. Paired with her big watery eyes, you were certain in that moment Robby would give her anything in the entire world she asked for.

“I’m going to have to take a look at it, ok? Daddy will be really gentle, I promise.”

She nodded, reaching her hand out to you. “Mommy will you hold my hand?”

“Of course sweetheart. Whatever you needed.” You wrapped your hand around her much littler one and held on tight.

Robby did a full exam, ending with her foot. You diligently held onto her hand the entire time, wincing every time she cried out or moaned that it hurt. It hurt Robby as much as it hurt her, you could tell.

Once finished, Robby gave her a kiss on the forehead.

“You did great sweetheart. We’ll take some pictures of it just to be safe, but I think it’s just sprained. I’m gonna take you to Dana and she’s going to take you up herself to get the pictures while I talk to mommy okay?”

She nodded again. After from her parents, Dana was her most trusted adult. She babysat often when you and Robby needed a break.

You gave her kisses on both cheeks and promised to be right here waiting for her to come back. She said her goodbye and then Robby whisked her away. Once the door shut and you were left alone in the room you began to cry. The tears were a mix of relief and worry and a general feeling of being overwhelmed.

You sat crying quietly for a few minutes until the door opened again and Robby returned.

“She’s with Dana, who has already promised all the lollipops- honey?”

You looked up at him, sniffly, and your husband’s face softened.

“Oh baby.” He squatted down in front of you, taking your hands in his.

“It’s okay, I got you.”

“I was so scared,” you felt it necessary to explain why you were so emotional. “She just dropped like a bag of bricks and started screaming. I wasn’t sure if she hit her head or-or-“

“Shhhh,” he pressed his lips to your head, smoothing down your hair not unlike you did to your daughter to calm her down.

“You did so good, baby. You took good care of her and she’s going to be okay. She’s lucky to have a mom who loves her as much as you do.”

“She’s lucky to have you as a dad.”

“She’s lucky to have both of us,” Robby concluded, pulling far enough way to make you look at him. “And we’re so lucky to have her. When I left she was telling Dana all about the idiots in her class who didn’t know what Tylenol was.”

You choked back a laugh. Your daughter was already so smart and so interested in anything medical. She’d also already declared she wanted to be a Doctor just like her daddy when she grew up.

“I’m ok now, really. It just freaked me out.”

“There’s no need to explain yourself to me, sweetheart. Remember when she got her first paper cut and I cried like a baby?”

This time you let the laugh out fully. You would never forget the day when your daughter caught her finger on a piece of paper just right and a single bead of blood rose to the surface. Robby nearly lost it at the sight.

“We’re a bit sensitive when it comes to her,” you agreed.

“But just think of how sensitive and kind and thoughtful she’s turning out to be. We’re doing a damn good job.”

You smiled, admiring the love in Robby’s eyes. “We are.” You leaned forward and pressed your lips to his. He tucked some of your hair behind your ear as his lips moved seamlessly against yours.

You pulled apart after a few moments and his eyes were crinkled happily.

“I love you.”

“I love you too sweetheart. And I love our little family, through all the paper cuts and sprains.”

“You say that now, but wait until she starts high school and wants to do cheerleading or volleyball.”

Robby groaned. “Don’t remind me that our little girl won’t be little forever.”

“Don’t worry, she’ll always be a daddy’s girl.”

“And you’ll always be my girl.”

“You cheese ball,” you teased while your cheeks flushed. No matter how much time passed, Robby could still always make you swoon.

“Come on,” Robby kissed your cheek and helped you stand. “The crew will want to see you before you take off again. Especially Cassie, I think she really needs a mom’s night off.”

“Say less, whatever that woman needs she gets. Lead the way.”

He laughed, leading you out of the room. “Have i told you today how much I love you?”

“Yes, but it never hurts to tell me a million more times.”

“Well I love you.”

“Love you too, Doctor.”

[luna-azzurra]

Dialogue Lines (Dark Romance)

» “Say I’m a monster one more time and I’ll prove it, by walking away when you beg me to stay.”

» “I’ve done awful things. I’ve bled for less. But I swear to God, I’d never hurt you.”

» “I’m not asking you to save me. I’m asking you to stay when I’m no one worth saving.”

» “You’ve seen the worst of me and you’re still here. That should terrify me. Instead, it makes me want to fall to my knees.”

» “Let them call us monsters. We’ll still sleep better knowing we survived everything they never could.”

» “I’m not scared of your darkness. I’m scared of how much of mine you’ve lit up.”

» “Touch me like you mean it, or don’t touch me at all.”

» “You think you’re hard to love? Baby, I love you like breathing. Painfully, constantly, and without asking for permission.”

» “Don’t tell me you’re too broken. I’m already in the wreckage with you, building a home out of it.”

» “If I burn for you, I won’t ask you to put it out. Just stand with me in the fire.”

» “There’s blood on both our hands. Difference is, I’d still hold yours in front of God.”

» “You look at me like I’m your worst idea. So why do your hands keep finding mine?”

» “I know exactly who you are. That’s why I’m still choosing you.”

» “I’ll love you when you can’t speak. When you shut down. When you disappear. But don’t ever mistake that for weakness.”