#plot things

[itachi86]

it figures that everything i've been waiting for since SEASON 4 wouldn't happen until the last few eps of SEASON 6

[starweavingwritings]

Of Politics and Opportunities

After the excitement of the World’s Faire had come to a conclusion, Saedre finished packing up her belongings - or rather Aveem did, from their extended stay in Uldum to enjoy a much needed respite from the ever spinning world beyond its walls. The highborne woman was no stranger to these lands in her prior adventures that led her here for further research of the titan lore that had always fascinated her. Of course, the taint of N’Zoth’s forces not so long ago was also a not so distant memory and the painful reminder of which side her father had stood so woefully prideful and bold. At night when she had slipped away from the festivities into a more secluded atmosphere along the lush river, she could still feel that familiar and chilling prickling at the back of her neck as if she were being watched from somewhere unseen. 

There was a ruffling sound near the door to her room, alerting Saedre to a curious letter that had slipped in from a very small opening at the bottom of the door. Motioning with her hand for Aveem to pause in his shuffling around, both sorceress and familiar listened keenly for any footsteps of a familiar pattern or anything from outside the room but it was stone silent. Whomever had slipped the letter into her room was as quick as lightning. The presence of magic could scarcely be felt. 

“Go on ahead and finish collecting my things,” she said simply to Aveem as she waved out a hand and without any physical effort on her part, lifted the letter clean from the floor and summoned it to her. Just before it reached her, Saedre kept some measure of distance from it in being no stranger to utilizing caution in the unexpected as the letter unfolded just as she willed it there in mid-air. Runic patterns swirled about and finally formed the language of her people’s tongue. The handwriting was familiar. One she had not seen since she and her fellow Shen’dralar had come to stay in Teldrassil. 

In the ancient tongue, the letter read:

Elune be with you sister, 

It has been some time, has it not? I do hope this letter finds you in good spirits with the festivities you were able to enjoy. Pray forgive the secrecy in which I have determined best to initially reach out to you. There are bold traitors within the midst of our kin and perhaps I risk us both by reaching out even in this fashion, but I did not have any choice in the matter. This is far too important and I have always valued the trust I can place within you. 

As you know, the archmage places too much trust in our distant kin and some of us have suffered greatly because of it as you know. The word that twists its way along the winds trouble me and I am afraid secrets we have long been tasked to keep and so proudly do for ages is in a troublesome transition. 

It would be best that we speak in person if you can lend me your ear. I know you are keen to keep as far from our distant kin as possible if you can and have made home within the human territories, even going as far as making a reputable name for yourself among the scholarly communities abroad. I knew you were meant to venture far and if you will allow me the gift of your valuable time, I assure you that I present you with an opportunity you can share with your new colleagues and them alone. Time and effort will not be wasted nor unrewarded. You have my word. 

I will await you where it all began. 

Stars guide. Stars align.

Iyriia

With a furrowed brow, Saedre drew in a deep breath and exhaled slowly. It had been true that some troubling news had been simmering for some time, but it had mostly been political nonsense that she had little interest in. She had given far too much for her people and paid in blood for it dearly. Perhaps it was why it was so easy for her to go on her own way abroad when the opportunity finally presented itself and not look back so much. And it was very likely why she was not such a likeable name in that world any longer. But that was the thing about it despite keeping some ties here and there, it was no longer her world and she had made peace with it long ago. Now one of those ties had come calling back to her and this voice was one she could not ignore. Not with the history they shared and the hardships they overcame together the way they did. Iyriia may very well be just like a sister to her. 

Waving her hand, the letter dissolved into a shimmering dust that fell to the floor and faded as if it were never there to begin with at all. Tossing a glance over her shoulder to Aveem, Saedre’s eyes twinkled inquisitively. An opportunity for her and her current colleagues was one she could not ignore as it was - not in the trusted position she now held within the Consortium. She owed it to them to hear Iyriia out as well.

“Nearly finished?” She asked the familiar who had quickened his pace but not his carefulness in packing the delicates away. Aveem nodded after closing the suitcase tight and slipped it through a magical wormhole he conjured, the little familiar eager to hear what it was his mistress had to say. “Good. We have a little detour to make and I think you will enjoy it very much.”

Aveem’s great glowing eyes grew wider in wonder. He was practically bouncing on the feet he did not have. How exciting!

[nondelphic]

writing? oh, i’m definitely writing. in my head. during the most inconvenient times. like in the shower or when i’m about to fall asleep. actual typing? no, no, we don’t do that here.

[thewordsarestuckinmyhead]

me when the plot won't plot like it should

[deception-united]

Writing Tips Master Post

Edit: Some posts may be deleted

Character writing/development:

Character Arcs

Making Character Profiles

Character Development

Comic Relief Arc

Internal Conflict

Character Voices

Creating Distinct Characters

Creating Likeable Characters

Writing Strong Female Characters

Writing POC Characters

Building Tension

Writing Grumpy x Sunshine Tropes

Writing Sexuality & Gender

Writing Manipulative Characters

Writing Mature Young Characters

Plot devices/development:

Intrigue in Storytelling

Enemies to Lovers

Alternatives to Killing Characters

Worldbuilding

Misdirection

Things to Consider Before Killing Characters

Foreshadowing

Narrative (+ how to write):

Emphasising the Stakes

Avoid Info-Dumping

Writing Without Dialogue

1st vs. 2nd vs. 3rd Perspective

Fight Scenes (+ More)

Transitions

Pacing

Writing Prologues

Dialogue Tips

Writing War

Writing Cheating

Writing Miscommunication

Writing Unrequited Love

Writing a Slow Burn Btwn Introverts

Writing Smut

Writing Admiration Without Attraction

Writing Dual POVs

Worldbuilding:

Worldbuilding: Questions to Consider

Creating Laws/Rules in Fantasy Worlds

Book writing:

Connected vs. Stand-Alone Series

A & B Stories

Writer resources:

Writing YouTube Channels, Podcasts, & Blogs

Online Writing Resources

Outlining/Writing/Editing Software

Translation Software for Writing

Writer help:

Losing Passion/Burnout

Overcoming Writer's Block

Fantasy terms:

How To Name Fantasy Races (Step-by-Step)

Naming Elemental Races

Naming Fire-Related Races

How To Name Fantasy Places

Ask games:

Character Ask Game #1

Character Ask Game #2

Character Ask Game #3

Miscellaneous:

Writing Tips

Writing Fantasy

Miscommunication Prompts

Variety in Sentence Structure (avoiding repetition)

[tediousmalcontentt]

my favorite scene in all of literature is when Neil Josten wakes up in Columbia after being drugged, hurls an alarm clock at Aaron, dumps his water on the floor and throws the cup at Aaron, stuff his clothes down the toilet and squeezes out through the window, has the foresight to call Matt from a pay phone to protect his shit, hitch hikes back to campus, eyes back to brown?? shows up on Wymack’s door like 😜 and reveals he could speak German the whole time?? CHARACTER OF ALL TIME, that is a protagonist who knows how MOVE THE MFING PLOT ALONG

[cranberry-queen]

Tips from a Beta Reading Writer

This one's for the scenes with multiple characters, and you're not sure how to keep everyone involved.

Writing group scenes is chaos. Someone’s talking, someone’s interrupting, someone’s zoning out thinking about breadsticks. And if you’re not careful, half your cast fades into the background like NPCs in a video game. I used to struggle with this so much—my characters would just exist in the scene without actually affecting it. But here’s what I've learned and have started implementing:

✨ Give everyone a job in the scene ✨

Not their literal job—like, not everyone needs to be solving a crime or casting spells. I mean: Why are they in this moment? What’s their role in the conversation?

My favourite examples are:

The Driver: Moves the convo forward. They have an agenda, they’re pushing the action.

The Instigator: Pokes the bear. Asks the messy questions. Stirring the pot like a chef on a mission.

The Voice of Reason: "Guys, maybe we don’t commit arson today?"

The Distracted One: Completely in their own world. Tuning out, doodling on a napkin, thinking about their ex.

The Observer: Not saying much, but noticing everything. (Quiet characters still have presence!)

The Wild Card: Who knows what they’ll do? Certainly not them. Probably about to make things worse.

If a character has no function, they’ll disappear. Give them something—even if it’s just a side comment, a reaction, or stealing fries off someone’s plate. Keep them interesting, and your readers will stay interested too.

[adobe-outdesign]

Entire Pokemon fanbase upon watching the Z-A trailer: wow I can't believe they added anti-homeless bars to the benches in Pokemon

GameFreak dev who thought those were arm rests:

[dana-duchovny]

Can I just say how insane it is that Buck's bisexual awakening was literally because Eddie made a friend who was Not Him

[moninils]

IT'S ALL FOR THE PLOT!!!!!

[chloesimaginationthings]

Gregory knows he looks LIKE HIM in FNAF..

[vonlipvig]

the severed pregnant lady side plot in severance is so crazy like. if i think about it for a second my brain explodes.

[purpleangiie]

Damian: "Grayson, what are you staring at?"

Dick: "Sh!"

Tim: "Leave him be, D. He's emotional."

Damian: "Over what?"

Dick, staring at the two quiet figures in front of them: "Would you believe that? Jason and Bruce existing in the same space and not throwing a tantrum, but actually behaving like two adults? They're even working together at the same desk. Unbelievable."

Damian: "Wait, has father just ruffled Todd's hair?"

Dick: "And he didn’t even punched him back! I'm so proud of how far they both have come. *sniff* Now we could all be one happy family."

Damiam: *looking absolutely bewildered, gazing up at Tim who just shrugs*

Tim: "Give them 15 minutes."

Damian: "12."

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Jason: "Bruce. Bruce WHERE IS MY PEN?"

Bruce: "Y-your pen, Jason?"

Jason: "Oh my god. You don't even remember it. My pen, Bruce. My personalized red and golden Montblanc you gifted me for my 14th birthday. I left it here, where is it? You threw it away, didn't you? LIKE YOU DID WITH ANY REGARD YOU EVER HAD FOR ME AND MY FEELINGS? DID YOU FORGET I WAS YOUR SON TOO? WHY IS IT SO HARD FOR YOU TO LOVE ME?"

Dick: "Damn! We got so close."

Tim: "And that'd be 10 minutes and 35 seconds."

Damian: "-TT- Pay up, Drake."

[nondelphic]

sometimes the best writing advice is "just let it be bad." revolutionary. terrifying. but it works.

[demi-pixellated]

Sonic 06 AU where Princess Elise is instead the dimensional equivalent of Blaze because none of this really matters anyway so why not