My Mutuals Are The Best Writers !!!! They Write The Prettiest Poetry And Rhe Prettiest Stories And They

my mutuals are the best writers !!!! they write the prettiest poetry and rhe prettiest stories and they OWN their craft and their styles !!! are so unique and enchanting i want to DROWN in them

 Hey, to you sci-fi/fantasy writers out there (and maybe some others, but this is mainly for things that can’t really be researched irl), if you want to write a character who is a driven, passionate expert on something, don’t write about them rambling indifferently about some boring, mundane part of it. Give them a deep, intense hatred of some oddly specific wow-I-did-not-even-know-that-was-a-thing-and-it-would-have-never-occurred-to-me-that-it’s-a-bad-thing thing they’ll gladly rant about.

 Write a dragon rider who really fucking hates it when a dragon is trained to bow while being reined. A space ship engineer who is pissed off when perfectly good antimatter ship has been adapted to run on neutral matter. A historian who is still not over the massive failures of a general who lost a specific battle 300 years before she was born.

 The guy currently giving us a series of lectures on the restoration of historical buildings really, really hates polymer paint. At the artisan school our stained glass teacher really hated this one specific Belgian artist - we never really figured out what did that guy even do, but he’s been dead for over 200 years and our teacher was glad that at least he’s dead.

 Experts don’t just know things you’ve never thought about. They’ve got strong opinions about it.

I love when I reblog something and immediately a mutual or follower likes it. It’s like yeah we ARE on tumblr at the same exact moment we ARE sitting next to each other in the library showing each other memes

“I’m your rival. I’m inconvenient even in death.” rivals to lovers my favourite!!

and the banter and the very end is amazing

i think the best thing about their dynamic in this scene is the mutual love for the others opposite approach to the world. playful vs serious, acting vs watching, energetic vs serene

they’re just amazing and so is your writing

a rival most vial excerpt: the boys are floating

It’s been a while since I’ve posted a longer snippet on here! again, not fully edited. just stuff I’m updating as I go through draft 2.

Synopsis: The boys are testing out their joint commission- a levitation potion with a purple wing illusion. (It’s a birthday present for the governor’s daughter.) They get into some shenanigans.

Word Count: 843

TW/CW: romance

Eli moved his arms, deftly turning himself into another tilted, slow-motion spin. Even his sun earrings floated as if he were swimming. “This is so cool—here, we need to try the dragon wings, while we’re still levitating.”

Ambrose plucked his glass from his hand and placed their cups on the cleaning table. The cleaning gemstones flashed, whisking away the last drops of potion at the bottom of the glasses. As he picked up the glasses and turned, he over-corrected and bumped into the sharp edge of his worktable. “Ow.”

“Hey, there.” Eli grabbed Ambrose’s waist, reeled him back, and turned him around to face him. A flush immediately crept up Ambrose’s neck, and despite the clothing between them, he felt every inch of Eli’s fingers as they slipped away to pour the yellow potion.

“This one might taste sharp,” Eli warned, and knocked it back much the same as the first potion. Ambrose imitated him once more, and scrunched his nose when the predicted sharpness hit the back of his tongue.

“You weren’t wrong,” he started, then paused. His shoulders suddenly felt a little heavy, and he twisted around to see what it was. 

Two dragon wings, wispy, ephemeral, and most of all purple, glimmered at his shoulders. 

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Having a friend inspire a new WIP is like: you are my muse, my inspiration, you make me imagine entire worlds with ease, if you do this again I WILL bite-