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Upmarket/contemporary #ownvoices
89K words #Q #A
✨Witty dialogue
✨Character-driven
✨LGBTQ leads
✨Multi-ethnic cast
✨Hollywood from the POV of a background actor on food stamps
agents guide for DAD BODIES.
CABIN IN THE WOODS × JOHN DIES AT THE END × JUMANJI
🧔 Middle-aged Dad Ensemble
🎲 TTRPG Nerds
😱 Co(s)mic Horror
🤔 But also Mystery
👻 Supernatural Folklore
🏰 Victorian Manor
🌙 Dark & Stormy Night
Complete at 74k! Big 5 interest!
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Mood board/Agent's guide for my novel CARGO - a queer SF/heist/romance - 113,000 words "Did you hear? There's a human on board." A graphic of the wall of a spaceship with sticky notes and polaroid photos taped up. There are twinkle lights hanging from the ceiling. alien ship's cook (fussy, anxious) + terrifying monster (ordinary human)
PITCH: Tai’s terrified of humans. Everyone is. Violent pack hunters, humans are notorious for their strength, sharp teeth, and carnivorous appetites. But the ship’s cook is safe among the multispecies crew of the cargo hauler Coreward Baker: everyone knows the warrior species rarely leave their own space. Then Captain Raz hires Clarke, a human horticulturist. Even after Tai overcomes their fear, they can’t stand Clarke. She’s bossy. Annoying. Useless in the galley, bad in a space suit. She might as well be cargo. Worse, she’s intent on befriending Tai—and why can’t they stop thinking about her, anyway? That’s when things go wrong. As Tai starts to realize their feelings for Clarke, they’re horrified to learn that nobody on their crew of dropouts and runaways is quite who they seem, least of all Clarke. And it’s no coincidence. Raz reveals they’ve each been handpicked for a heist he’s spent years planning—and no one’s allowed to say no. PRIORITIES: make dinner remain cozy haul cargo go for drinks pull off one last score try not to fall in love
FIRST PAGE: “Did you hear? There’s a Human on board.” I choked on my noodles and turned to stare at the diners at the next table. Like most of the restaurant’s patrons, the pair had hidden their profiles, a halfhearted attempt at anonymity. “Gross,” the speaker’s crewmate said, oblivious to my alarm. “I hope it leaves soon.” “Don’t let it hear you say that,” the first worker laughed. She made a show of looking for Humans, her eyes darting from table to table. It. I frowned. I knew the workers’ language distinguished between people and things, and ‘it’ was an unkind choice of words at best. The second worker shuddered. “I don’t know why we let them come here.” The first laughed. “Are you going to stop them?”
COMPS: Murderbot by Martha Wells Someone You Can Build a Nest In by John Wiswell The Long Way to a Small, Angry Planet by Becky Chambers TROPES: Non-binary narrator masking anxiety with sarcasm lying to themselves non-human perspective (afraid of humans) neurodivergent main characters metaphorically disabled protagonist slow-burn friends-to-lovers and enemies to lovers in the same relationship disabilitynorm and queernorm setting found family loveable pet/terrifying monster
F/NB WAYFARERS x MURDERBOT
Ship's cook Tai is horrified to learn their new crewmate is a terrifying alien: an ordinary human woman. Now Tai's stuck with bickering crewmates, sinister criminals, explosions, and worse, a human who wants to be friends. #WSPit #WSPitQuerying #Q #SF #A #R #LGBT #Dis #ND
Such an Old-Fashioned Word (An Agent's Guide) By Floyd Martínez
THE -PITCH Three Friends, One "Love" Story For a while, Anissa, Peyton and Charly were all each other had. Friendship is an involuntary reflex. Eut as they keep aging out. of their twenties, doubts about their bond start to creep up. Peyton seems to get nervous when Charly hugs him, and blushes scarlet when Anissa smiles at him. But that's stupid-right? Can you- even love-two people like-that. at the same time? Anissa has secretly been binge-scrolling through aroace tumblr blogs for weeks now, it all seems to click, but she wants to be a mom, always has. Rahim from the marriage app is nice, but would he accept her? Charly has no problem getting people heartbeats to pick up, but married life is not his thing. He just wants to write his scripts, marriage would just be a distraction. Love is different for everyone, they might learn it the hard way though.
VIBES: Contemporary/Literary Fiction FLEABAG x PERKS OF BEING A WALLFLOWER “Anti-Romance” Novella First Person Three different POV SETTING: Film School in the West End of London, Third DimensionalCharac:ters/Cozy Vibe/ Mid-20s Coming of Age story CHARACTERS: WIP STAGE: 25% Completed (1st draft) Charly Ravenna: 2045 Oscar Winner for Best Original Screenplay/ Proud Trans Latino Boy/Fave movies: Seven Psychopaths Anissa Raphaëlle Diop: Storyboarder extraordinaire/Comic Geek /Fave movie: V for Vendetta Peyton Evans: Future Composer/ Dad Friend/Fave Movie: the Wall
Charly’s POV: I think I just might be doomed, Iaccidentally and through no fault of my own, to get randoms to fall in love with me…. I fucking hate that. I roll my eyes at the text on my phone’s screen, turn it off and then gaze back at the script in front of me. Babe is a couple’s monniker. A way for someone to claim you in the name of love, romantic love. We met for drinks and came back to my apartment for some light roleplay… once. Seriously? This is a fucking nightmare. Anissa’s POV: “Yeah, it’s pretty big.” I agree. “But I think I’m ready, my bachelor’s will be ready next year, it will be my recovery anniversary around the same time and I…” I trail off. Then sigh again. “I really want a baby.” There I said it. I don’t expect any judgement from my best friend, nor anybody in my broader social circle for that matter. But it still feels weird to be so open about what I want. Maybe my therapist is right and I did build some protective walls around myself over the years… or something like that. “You’l be an amazing mum,” Peyton says. Lightly punching my shoulder with affection, my heart does a bit of a summersault. “The world could use more of those.” Peyton’s POV: Sure, I'm the bloke who lives in a trailer on the outskirts of the city, but it's mine. The apprenticeship degree does earn me money, aside from his gig at the local cafeteria, and music producing for movies is also the only career that doesn’t make him want to bang my head against a wall... I am also the bloke who needs to prove time and time again his rich family doesn’t want anything to do with him, nor with his disabled uncle (the only person in said family who treats me like an actual human being), so the government would also take a bit of pity on us and help us out. I'm just Peyton, who loves his best friends more than anything and isn’t quite sure how he landed such amazing people. But dammit if he's not going to fight for them… That is my truth
Such an Old-Fashioned Word
-FLEABAG x PERKS OF BEING A WALLFLOWER
-Queer Rep
-Novella
-Diversity of Human experience
“Everybody feels so real. they're all three dimensional with doubts and motivations and people around them they support and get support back from.”- Tumblr beta
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Kara ZorEl aka Supergirl floats in a pale blue sky with bright yellow sunlight shining on her from the side of the page she is in her current Supergirl costume with red skirt & high necked blue top, her red cape is streaming out behind her as is her hair, she holds her far hand up in a thumbs up position as she smiles over her shoulder the image is coloured in pen & ink as well as having a slight air brushed & textured quality including flecks of both shadow & light
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WIPSnips a bluesky writing community tag February 24th - neither Share a line from your WIP with the daily word for inspiration Use #WIPSnips. Don't forget Alt Text for graphics Synonyms, variation and vibes are fine. Support others on the #WIPSnips tag! Hosted by rosie-j-potter.bsky.social The image behind the text is a border that is dark blue with gold stars with a black background with neon blue border. An illustrated caticorn holding a pencil and writing in a book with a rose behind one ear is in the lower right corner. A different version of the same illustrated caticorn is curled up writing in the lower left corner.
The #WIPSnips word for February 24th is "neither"
Remember, no word on Wednesday since we're doing #WSPit!
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the rails and crash into a wall. “You done yet?” I blink and I realize my mind went on autopilot, when I look down I see that I have reached the last page of Zoe McNamara’s script about Marie Antoinniette’s decapitation; only a few red pen edits on this one, and… that’s it. That's actually it. “Yes…” I say. “Fuck, yes, I’m done…” I’m actually done. And with three minutes to spare. Which means that the professor is paying for my breakfast. I hand the papers to a grunting and annoyed Schwartz , and he finishes loading the results into the system, via typing rapidly on his Lenovo Thinkpad. I use my legs to propel myself away from the desk placed in the middle of the stage and do a little spin in the wheeled chair, then I take off my reading glasses and stretch my arms a bit. “Can’t believe you gave Cooper a 68%,” The professor comments dryly as he does his little data entry task. “Me neither,” I admit a bit absentmindedly. “But his whole take on what Marie Curie’s last words might have been did get a chuckle out of me. He’s quite the writer when he’s not high out of his mind.”
Charly doing his job as a TA! He and professor Schwartz were having a little bet...
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#WIPSnips “metal”
Akachi in her cell after being arrested for hacking.
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Love it, I can feel the condescension
That's my favorite type of writing
“No, no. Your Mom told me ‘no more Milton Smith’. She was very particular about it.” I wagged a finger in an imitation that my daughter would have slapped my hand for. My granddaughter found it delightful, clapped her little hands together while her younger brother threw a palm over his mouth to cover his chuckling. “Now you two kids need to get some sleep. Maybe I’ll read you the one about the Barnowl. You love that one.” The mirth stopped in a heart beat, two pairs of young blue eyes locked onto mine. I wondered if between the crevasses of time, they could still make out the mischievous twinkle that would give my game away. My grandson looked stern, a pout on his lips. But his sister, quick as a bullet from a six shooter, had me pinned. She smiled triumphantly as she folded her arms, “You never listen to mommy. You promised.” I cracked instantly, set myself with a groan into the creaky old wood chair. “It's a terrible song of metal, sand and blood. The Barn owl would be much nicer,” I argued with a half smile. Two pouting faces were my reward. My grandson furrowed his little brow, “You said a story not a song Grampa.” I shrugged. “Okay, okay, it's a story. Tuck yourselves in and let's go visit the tragedy of old Milton Smith. Yehaw
New one from a new story which is just a nugget of an idea. The Ballad of Milton Smith. It's very rough.
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#Westerns ?? 😂
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WIPSnips a bluesky writing community tag February 22nd - metal Share a line from your WIP with the daily word for inspiration Use #WIPSnips. Don't forget Alt Text for graphics Synonyms, variation and vibes are fine. Support others on the #WIPSnips tag! Hosted by rosie-j-potter.bsky.social The image behind the text is a border that is dark blue with gold stars with a black background with neon blue border. An illustrated caticorn holding a pencil and writing in a book with a rose behind one ear is in the lower right corner. A different version of the same illustrated caticorn is curled up writing in the lower left corner.
The #WIPSnips word for February 22nd is "metal"
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He just grunts back at me. The streets of London continue buzzing by us like a racing horse. I got used to the rhythm of the big city quite quickly. To its tall red buses and expensive ass food-to-go. Although I did technically live in Buenos Aires for a bit, and while I did grow fond of it, eventually, I will always be this kid from Ingenerio Serajoff in Entre Ríos… Bumfuck, Nowhere, for the uninitiated. We finally arrive at the café. A small, quaint place stuffed between two concrete buildings. As I cross the frame of the entrance I catch a glimpse of Anissa’s metal, silver-colored pins plastered into her black hijab; she’s slightly squatted down behind the cupcake display of the main counter. She’s probably trying to make them look appealing and ‘aesthetic’. I can understand that, we’re all film school brats here. “Hey, Charly,” She says without even looking up, continuing on with her work. “You guys grab a table, I’ll be right with you.” I nod and save my comments of her customer service voice to mysel
As always Anissa being a trend setter
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From Star Struck:
Introducing another antagonist. Bob's nemesis.
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More Peyton! He's just in his corner minding his own business when his friends drag him into shenanigans!
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There's a reason why I always commission art of him! The one and only Charly! Art by @aifi.bsky.social
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Star of Shalik promo graphic. Dark, celestial vibes with the moon and a dark forest. Five star review excerpt which reads “ I love the consistent buildup of the fast moving plot and the gripping storyline from the first page till the incredible suspense build emotional ending. The story is beautifully written, descriptive imagery.”
Conscripted into a brutal war against the mystical Lumani, Rowynn keeps a dangerous secret - an uncontrollable magic rises within her, the very magic the army seeks to destroy. Her only solace is in a mysterious demon who visits Rowynn in her dreams.
✨ Star of Shalik ✨
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Oh my stars you can cut the emotions with a knife I love it
WIPSnips a bluesky writing community tag February 19th - subtle Share a line from your WIP with the daily word for inspiration Use #WIPSnips. Don't forget Alt Text for graphics Synonyms, variation and vibes are fine. Support others on the #WIPSnips tag! Hosted by rosie-j-potter.bsky.social The image behind the text is a border that is dark blue with gold stars with a black background with neon blue border. An illustrated caticorn holding a pencil and writing in a book with a rose behind one ear is in the lower right corner. A different version of the same illustrated caticorn is curled up writing in the lower left corner.
The #WIPSnips word for February 19th is "subtle"
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Peyton being a bit overbearing— in a good way— to help Anissa not slid down the path of ED again.
He's the best friend anyone could ever have!
Aaaaand the spicy #VoidWalker doodle!
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'there's no transfem representation in Knights of Guinevere! Dana Terrace ruined my life and excluded us from media again!'
you're making a lot of demands and assumptions about a show that only has a 30 minute pilot available to watch. try getting a job
Attacking dana terrace for politely answering a question about her oc is wild
"dana terrace is blocking trans women for being dissapointed"
is she? or is she blocking people accusing her of being a bad person for directly answering a question someone asked her
Dana Terrace stronger than me I woulda fought the devils urge to tweet a picture of a patch of grass and just shutoff my phone
The way Rebecca Sugar, Dana Terrace and Vivziepop are treated by the animation community is disgusting. They're human beings too, y'know.
