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me when the plot won't plot like it should

I just sent an ask to my favorite author.

I just sent an ask to my favorite author.

I just sent an ask to my favorite author.

I just sent an ask to my favorite author.

I just sent an ask to my favorite author.

I just sent an ask to my favorite author.

AHHHHHHHHHHH!!

Officially finished part 6 of the fic I’m writing…. It officially also has more words than the actual books I’m writing.

3226 words in one part I’m not okay someone help—

Writing Prompt #5

A screams, clutching the chair.

“Why are you screaming?!” B shouts as they run into the room.

A stares at the floor with a horrified expression.

“I dropped it.”

I second this. I will be infinitely wounded if you put both my fics and my writing into chat gpt. my question is why would someone even do this? Like, why would you do this? It takes away from the art. It takes away from the raw emotion, the nights I spent crying over this fic, the silly conversations I've had ranting to people planning this, the late nights planning and plotting--all gone to waste because you decided you couldn't wait a week or so for the next part or chapter to come out.

This is the worst timeline. (x)

you read stuff on wattpad for shit and giggles where most of the fics there are reader-inserted ones written in 1st person pov where y/n is a barely legal white girl with blonde hair and blue “orbs” who’s so smol and fragile that she’s dependent entirely on this morally questionable guy who’s killing people for a living but for some reason happens to have a soft spot for her.

you read real actual literature on archive of our own where it’s two middle aged men, who are each other’s sworn enemies, with tragic past, trauma and strong homoerotic tension. and while they’ve made each other bleed, killed each other’s friends and loved ones out of jealousy / possessiveness, lied and betrayed and manipulated, the rawness, depth, complexity and slow burn will keep you up all night, haunt you during your day and possibly change your life forever. and also the sex isn’t just smut. the sex is poetry that puts Shakespeare to shame

To any future readers of my (still in progress) novel, I really hope that the hours upon hours of personality quizzes of characters and sketches of maps and history timelines really shines through my writing. My procrastination has to have an impact on my eventual work, right? Right?

Romeo + Juliet (1996) dir. Baz Luhrmann

🌙💙🤍

more unique settings for stories! (pt.2)

A butterfly farm covered in lilac mist.

In an empty concert bathroom with music booming outside from the concert.

In a store that specializes in mirrors and hangs them everywhere, so all you can see is yourself.

On the school rooftop where no one is supposed to go during class time, but isn't patrolled.

At the convenience store down the street in the middle of the night.

In a sober living home in the middle of a run-down neighborhood.

In a mysterious white palace in the heart of a nation that people refuse to explore because it's rumored to be haunted.

In the middle of the little dipper (lol).

On the seafloor, in a literal forest of seaweed.

On an empty cargo ship that's finished unloading for the night but isn't about to sail back for a while

A world in which everything is perceived in a specific color palette (ex. grayscale).

The hollow secret inside of a huge mermaid sculpture an artist made thousands of years ago.

On a beach overcome with baby hermit crabs.

The strangely pretty yet decaying palace in the kingdom of the undead.

In a pharmaceutical manufacturing facility during active hours.

Ways I Show a Character is In Love But Doesn't Know It Yet...

This one’s for the emotional masochists writing the slowest of burns, where your readers are screaming “just kiss already!” by chapter twenty... I Love and Hate you... ♥

They compare everyone else to the person… and everyone else comes up short. Even when they’re not consciously doing it. No one’s laugh is as warm. No one’s eyes crinkle that way.

They remember the weirdest little things about them. Birthdays? Whatever. But that time they snorted laughing at a dumb joke? Locked and loaded.

They feel weirdly guilty when flirting with someone else. Like they’re cheating… except they’re not even dating. Or are they? Or—ugh, feelings are the worst.

They notice every damn detail when the other person isn’t around. "They’d like this song." "This smells like their shampoo." "I wonder what they'd say about this weird squirrel."

They use weird, overly specific compliments. Not “You look good,” but “That color makes your eyes look like a storm in a novel I’d cry over.”

They get weirdly intense about that person being hurt or in danger. Like, irrationally intense. "He’s just a friend," they say while planning to murder anyone who makes them cry.

They feel safer around them than anyone else, and it freaks them out. Like: “I’m always on guard. Except with you. That’s... suspicious.”