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Choose one of these ideas I might develop into a short screenplay

(and tell me if you actually like any/would watch in the comments)

all songs can be found on my rainy days playlist here

House-ridden Fauna finds her observatory eye in her stone cottage vital when a murder takes place upon the misty moors she calls home: ‘In The Woods Somewhere’ by Hozier

pinning up the faces of possible life shattering criminals under the amber glow of candlelight, frosted panes and dew drenched windowsills, clotted mist rolling over moors and forests covering up the crimson spills that are occurring below, eagle eyes that bring about benevolent answers 

Four strangers; the lost writer, the eccentric mystic, the faded photographer, and fire starter, all find the golden answer they didn’t know they needed in this mundane cafe when they each receive the wrong coffee order: ‘Coffee Breath’ by Sofia Mills

ravenous faces carved into the steel of thunderclouds, the scent of coffee teasing your senses, being reminded of why you began something, garnet cheeks and new treasure troves of ideas, finding caramel joy in someone you just met

Revenge drenched Dorcas has been resurrected right in the place she was burnt at the stake years ago, and this October she’s leaving embroidered curses upon the souls of the ancestors that made a bonfire her grave years ago: ‘Burn’ by Adam Hender

walking cobbled streets drenched in the scent of bonfire, raven eyes that cut off arrogant smiles with a glare, hearing the whispers of the dead whistling through the autumn leaves, spilling bad luck instead of crimson blood, cinnamon rolls laced with poison with no physical antidote 

When two strangers with sodden minds find themselves both locked inside a museum they use the art to allow themselves to open up, and in this unexpected situation they find shelter in the other: ‘Picture Frame’ by The Kooks

golden edging on luxury frames, crafting worlds out of the images before you, sweaty hands brushed against fingers, tickled pink cheeks as warm as freshly baked bread, allowing someone else to light the match you always found to be too damp, cream sweaters and scuffed denim jackets

Nano project? Nano project!! 

I’m gonna focus on Dressage Dragons this November, so prepare for a relentless onslaught of Hot Rich Barn Bitch rivalry!

Or, y’know, radio silence until December. Depending on my spoons.

Some deets about DD!

YA queer urban fantasy - real world with added dragons

Queer rivals-to-friends-to-maybe-more

Dragon riding is basically equestrianism 

The sport has a reputation for being populated by spoilt, wealthy young white women (obvs a whole range of folks ride horses IRL, but… there’s a reason for the stereotype, and we’re gonna acknowledge elitism where it exists)

Plot revolves around a competition to gain entry to the most prestigious Draconic Dressage Academy in the world

And a developing wlw relationship between a cruel ambitious heiress and a resentful, ruthless stablehand

No soft lovable MCs here guys sorry Except Fareed, he’s perfect

But lots of character growth all around!

Plenty-o diversity

Set in the UK

Vicious rivalries!

Pranks that get WAY OUT OF HAND!!

Dragons!!! Did I mention the dragons??

Basically: Obnoxious young women teach giant fire-breathing carnivores to dance!!!

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what is the most brutally honest reason you write?

Bored vodka.

Me: *stops writing* well that’s enough writing for now

Me: *later* Alright time to write!

Me: *staring at where I left off*

Me: *is the writer*

Me, after I write a twist: oh shit! I did not see that coming!

my toxic trait is carelessly getting dressed in front of open windows because if someone wants to look in, that’s their problem