#Writable

[candycandy00]

As a writer, I’m just curious about something. Please reblog!

[dionysiaproductions]

Catch me at the museum taking pictures of all the information plaques related to one of my wip

[i-can-kazoo]

not gonna lie all it takes is one person leaving comments on my shit and immediately I start writing again. Lab mouse given cheese at the end of the maze if I'm honest.

[filmcourage]

How Writing Makes Me A Better Person - Sarah T. Schwab

Watch the video interview on YouTube here.

[nunyverse-scribe]

I need a love story where it’s two characters in a romantic relationship that fall into platonic love for each other. Tired of this idea that romance is the “next level” from platonic love. How about we spin it the other way around? Two characters put on a blind date or something similar that makes each other view each other romantically at first glance, & they get along romantically, but they start to realize they actually REALLY work well in a platonic dynamic and are more fulfilled by each other in that way and it’s a happily ever after that way.

Lovers to friends, need more of it 😌

[leebiejeebie]

chapter 5 is out! sorry this is so short, I work when I have motivation

[lotusbxtch]

Star Wars fic writers, what is the Star Wars equivalent for “n00bs”?

[chazzaroo47]

Okay Project Crocodile we are 22k in and making terrible life choices, could we perhaps behave just a little bit more while I fish the plot out of thus mess?

[gh0stj0y]

she los on my camp til i esinos

[k-kizkhalifa]

Slut settled in on the mountain side, relaxing back as he stared up at the sky. Dark night covered in speckles of stars, too bright out in the wilderness, compared to the home front with light pollution, but breathtaking. Always breathtaking with the murky dark colors and the bright yellow-white light from the stars. The moon was settled off to the right, large and full, bright as it shone over the jagged rocks.

He settled back, relaxing, tucking his arms behind his head.

“What a wonderful ni—.”

He froze at the feeling of the presence next to him, and glanced over. Is that… He wasn’t sure, of course. Were they real? Aliens? He stared, slowly sitting up. The being beside him looked back, with big eyes that were hard to focus on, a greenish-gray tint to its skin. It wore a tactile suit, hard not to notice as it was fitted to its body. Muscular? Slut wasn’t sure of the words this being would use, do they all look like this? Is this an alien? Regardless the being was built, tall, fit for as far as unknown beings would go.

“What the fu—?” Slut asked, confused, startled, emotions running through him as he stared at the creature beside him. Too close, honestly, but well if it was an alien it wouldn’t know that. Right?

Do they understand boundaries?

Is this a fucking alien?

Is this an al—?

Slut froze when the being opened its mouth,having pulled a round object from the bag attached to its belt. It spoke, or he assumed it spoke. The words, were they words, came out in a jumble to him. Nothing sounded pronounced, nothing sounded like words, nothing sounded like it made sense. A string of noises. Noises.

“Yeah… okay.” Slut answered, nodding.

The being, the alien, held an object in its hand, rolling the round object with the four long fingers and maybe a bit of a quirk of a smile in place.

It’s an alien. Aliens are real. Slut reasoned, letting reality sink in.

The alien spoke again, another string of noises, of words, their words. Not his. He didn’t know what it meant.

Slut took a breath and pulled his phone from his pocket, “how about I just text my wife… So she doesn’t worry.”

The alien moved, setting an object down in front of it, it was black and had skinny pipes that moved. It extended a finger, slowly turned on the little black …. device? Device.

Slut looked from the device back to the being, watched it take a breath and clear it's throat before it spoke again. Another string of noises, this sounded frantic and quick. A sentence this time? Slut wasn’t sure. Too long for just a word, surely. It had to be a sentence.

What is it trying to tell me?

The alien looked at slut with hope, large eyes staring back, pride on it's features. Really this was going better than Slut could have hoped for ever a night an alien being to land next to him as he stargazed and well… looked as formidable as it looked.

The device bepped, the pipes moved rapidly, and Slut watched in amazement. Then it stopped and with a thick Irish accent it spoke: “Pineapple.”

Slut looked back at the being beside him, no words. Does this thing think I am Irish?

The alien lifted its hand, four green-grey fingers wrapped around the round object, holding it up.

Slut looked at its hand, then the alien’s eyes, then back down to his hand.

“Pineapple,” he agreed suddenly, staring at the grapefruit the alien was holding. “Pineapple.”

Okay… I had too much fun with this. ���👽 Thank you for letting me do this! Please accept this gift. If you hate it I’ll delete it. ~

ETA: Slut is said affectionately bc that’s what I call kline 🖤

Me: what a wonderful ni-

Alien: *lands right by my side*

Me: what the f-

Alien: *takes out a round object from his belt bag*

Alien: ⟒⎎⍀⍜⏁

Me: yeah okay

Alien: *starts to roll it with his four-fingered hands*

Alien: ⏃⍙⟒⍜⋔

Me: I will just text my wife so she doesn’t worry

Alien: *extends a finger* *turns on a little black device with moving pipes* *clears throat* *recites a long, frantic sentence*

Alien: *looks at me with hope*

Device: *beeps, the pipes move rapidly*

Device: *with a thick Irish accent* pineapple

Me:

Alien: *shows me the round object that is in fact a grapefruit*

Me: pineapple

[madamscream]

failed so thoroughly at not yapping that i leveled up about it

[rambleonwaywardson]

Little fun fact: almost any time I got stuck while writing TTMAB, I would think to myself “What is Curt doing right now?” And it almost always worked.

So give it up for Curtis Biddick, the real hero of the astronaut AU

[filmcourage]

Writing Characters That Aren't Caricatures - Tony DuShane

Watch the video interview on Youtube here.

[strivia]

Something I've been mulling on is how fun it would've been if Cisco & Francisco had actually gotten to know each other. Got to be protective over each other. Got to bicker.

"What do you mean you don't know how to do that? I thought you were the experienced one with your powers!" "Shut up!"

Probably a reluctant allies situation.

I am a sucker for powers that flare with danger and emotions, and in Cisco, Harry intentionally tries to trigger his fear response to trigger his powers.

Anyway, the idea that Reverb doesn't really know how to repel speedsters. But also, Eobard killing Cisco left a mental scar that echoed across more than just one of the Cisco Ramons.

Since it seems Reverb trained his energy pulses a lot, his survival instincts unleashing a shockwave on more survival instinct than anything else when Zoom tries to kill him delights me.

Anyway, maybe this leads to Reverb teaming up with Cisco because he fears Zoom will retaliate on Dante. And even if Cisco doesn't like Reverb, that's something he can understand well.

[wovenstarlight]

pretty funny to me that in monorumor, in the few instances i remember throwing my hands up and just splitting a KR sentence into two EN sentences because otherwise it got unmanageably long, so far the ebook edits seem to have done the exact same thing

[spideyhexx]

I still find the neck tattoos so silly but they’re growing on me the more I see bts pics of him on set 💌

I think once I see him in action, everything else will go out the window