[dellephone]

girl carcar is them living in the same building and when theyre in the elevator together carlos compliments oscar on something benign and oscar compliments carlos' scent back which she was attracted to when she walked in and then immediately feeling so awkward and pathetic about it she decides to avoid her forever

[a-tangled-mermaid]

Sigh. At least I have this.

[ierosylia]

shirt that says 'i ♡ writing 300 words of the worst prose known to mankind'

[dellephone]

the kind of brainstorming notes i leave myself sometimes... it would take a scrying bowl and mystic eye to know what kind of vision I was seeing

[gatheringbones]

[“When I used to teach creative writing, I would tell the students to make their characters want something right away—even if it’s only a glass of water. Characters paralyzed by the meaningless of modern life still have to drink water from time to time. One of my students wrote a story about a nun who got a piece of dental floss stuck between her lower left molars, and who couldn’t get it out all day long. I thought that was wonderful. The story dealt with issues a lot more important than dental floss, but what kept readers going was anxiety about when the dental floss would finally be removed. Nobody could read that story without fishing around in his mouth with a finger. Now, there’s an admirable practical joke for you. When you exclude plot, when you exclude anyone’s wanting anything, you exclude the reader, which is a mean-spirited thing to do.”]

kurt vonnegut

[dellephone]

i miss writing. wish i felt like doing it

[judasrpc]

WEIRDLY SPECIFIC BUT HELPFUL CHARACTER BUILDING QUESTIONS

What’s the lie your character says most often?

How loosely or strictly do they use the word ‘friend’?

How often do they show their genuine emotions to others versus just the audience knowing?

What’s a hobby they used to have that they miss?

Can they cry on command? If so, what do they think about to make it happen?

What’s their favorite [insert anything] that they’ve never recommended to anyone before?

What would you (mun) yell in the middle of a crowd to find them? What would their best friend and/or romantic partner yell?

How loose is their use of the phrase ‘I love you’?

Do they give tough love or gentle love most often? Which do they prefer to receive?

What fact do they excitedly tell everyone about at every opportunity?

If someone was impersonating them, what would friends / family ask or do to tell the difference?

What’s something that makes them laugh every single time? Be specific!

When do they fake a smile? How often?

How do they put out a candle?

What’s the most obvious difference between their behavior at home, at work, at school, with friends, and when they’re alone?

What kinds of people do they have arguments with in their head?

What do they notice first in the mirror versus what most people first notice looking at them?

Who do they love truly, 100% unconditionally (if anyone)?

What would they do if stuck in a room with the person they’ve been avoiding?

Who do they like as a person but hate their work? Vice versa, whose work do they like but don’t like the person?

What common etiquette do they disagree with? Do they still follow it?

What simple activity that most people do / can do scares your character?

What do they feel guilty for that the other person(s) doesn’t / don’t even remember?

Did they take a cookie from the cookie jar? What kind of cookie was it?

What subject / topic do they know a lot about that’s completely useless to the direct plot?

How would they respond to being fired by a good boss?

What’s the worst gift they ever received? How did they respond?

What do they tell people they want? What do they actually want?

How do they respond when someone doesn’t believe them?

When they make a mistake and feel bad, does the guilt differ when it’s personal versus when it’s professional?

When do they feel the most guilt? How do they respond to it?

If they committed one petty crime / misdemeanor, what would it be? Why?

How do they greet someone they dislike / hate?

How do they greet someone they like / love?

What is the smallest, morally questionable choice they’ve made?

Who do they keep in their life for professional gain? Is it for malicious intent?

What’s a secret they haven’t told serious romantic partners and don’t plan to tell?

What hobby are they good at in private, but bad at in front of others? Why?

Would they rather be invited to an event to feel included or be excluded from an event if they were not genuinely wanted there?

How do they respond to a loose handshake? What goes through their head?

What phrases, pronunciations, or mannerisms did they pick up from someone / somewhere else?

If invited to a TED Talk, what topic would they present on? What would the title of their presentation be?

What do they commonly misinterpret because of their own upbringing / environment / biases? How do they respond when realizing the misunderstanding?

What language would be easiest for them to learn? Why?

What’s something unimportant / frivolous that they hate passionately?

Are they a listener or a talker? If they’re a listener, what makes them talk? If they’re a talker, what makes them listen?

Who have they forgotten about that remembers them very well?

Who would they say ‘yes’ to if invited to do something they abhorred / strongly didn’t want to do?

Would they eat something they find gross to be polite?

What belief / moral / personality trait do they stand by that you (mun) personally don’t agree with?

What’s a phrase they say a lot?

Do they act on their immediate emotions, or do they wait for the facts before acting?

Who would / do they believe without question?

What’s their instinct in a fight / flight / freeze / fawn situation?

What’s something they’re expected to enjoy based on their hobbies / profession that they actually dislike / hate?

If they’re scared, who do they want comfort from? Does this answer change depending on the type of fear?

What’s a simple daily activity / motion that they mess up often?

How many hobbies have they attempted to have over their lifetime? Is there a common theme?

[dellephone]

take me home + lestapstri

Oscar doesn’t know how he let Lando convince him to come out when he knew it would turn out like this. Lando’s disappeared into the crowd, dancing or flirting or getting a drink, and Oscar’s left wondering if it isn’t too early for him to go home. He looks at his drink, judging how much he has left. It’s low enough to down in one gulp, which is exactly what he’s doing when Charles appears at his side.

“Looks like you’re in need of a new drink.“ Oscar’s made conscious of his state, face flushed from his drinks and additionally flustered by Charles’ sudden appearance. He’s got his eyebrows raised, a subtle smirk like he’s aware of his poor timing. He places his hand on Oscar’s shoulder, guiding him in the direction the bar without waiting for confirmation.

Charles stays close, letting his body brush Oscar’s as they move through the crowd, speaking directly into his ear as they walk. He’s not saying anything important, and nothing in need of response. So Oscar, still on his back foot, takes the chance to catch up. By the time they make it to the bar, Oscar’s settled back into himself.

As Charles leans forward, asks what he wants, Oscar leans forward too, feels his breath against Charles’ ear as he answers, “gin and tonic.” He only realizes what he’s said when he leans back far enough to catch the amusement in Charles’ eyes.

Oscar looks out as Charles orders, watching the dance floor for a moment. By the time he turns back, Charles is watching him, and Oscar feels steady in his gaze. Then Charles’ eyes slip past him and Oscar reminds himself where he is.

He’s caught too long thinking and Charles’ grips his arm, tilts his head in and says something about needing to go. Oscar nods, looks Charles in the eyes, and doesn’t let his disappointment show. He lets his head turn to follow as Charles’ sweeps past before pulling his attention away, swallowing his drink.

He looks up and Max slips into Charles’ open space, so seamless Oscar almost wonders if they planned it. Max smiles, eyes crinkling, and Oscar understands Charles intrinsically.

Max asks what he’s drinking, and Oscar lifts his drink up without thinking. Opens his mouth to answer, but Max is already leaning in, lips wrapping around the straw. It’s too loud to hear Max’s hum, but Oscar sees his eyes light up.

“Gin and tonic,” he nods, appreciative, “my favorite. Maybe we can share.” He laughs, exaggerated in the way he does to be clear he’s joking.

Unfortunately, Oscar, misses the joke. Says, “Sure, I don’t mind,” instead. Stands there like an idiot who can only hope Max loses his memory in the next 3 seconds. Unfortunately, he doesn’t.

Max laughs, surprised. He doesn’t even turn in the bartenders direction. As they talk, Oscar makes sure to hand him the drink rather than presuming he would drink out of his hand and save himself from further embarrassment. As the drink dwindles, Oscar starts wondering if he should order them another or re-attempt his escape.

Before he can decide Max’s eyes slide behind him, “Looks like Charles is ready to go.” Oscar is reminded again that this was temporary, swallows his disappointment with the rest of his drink.

“Sure, of course” he nods, eyes slipping to his now empty glass.

“Take us home?” Oscar jolts, sure he misunderstood. He looks up, struck speechless by Max’s gaze. He looks back, spots Charles waiting by the door, watching them.

“Um,” Oscar’s thoughts are running too fast and too slow, sliding past each other and colliding and being altogether useless.

“No pressure, of course.” Max is still watching him, and Oscar feels a bit like his heart is crawling it’s way into his throat.

And then his mind clears, and he takes the leap. “Yeah,” places his glass on the bar, sudden confidence leaking into his voice, “Yes. Let’s go.” He turns, letting Max lay his hand on the small of his back as they make their way to the door. He doesn’t miss the smug grin that crosses Charles’ face as he spies them.

[dellephone]

does anyone know oscars drink of choice? if he drinks?

[dellephone]

the fae!charles getting oscar into trouble where all other less pretty fae would fail is sooo inspired actually

I remember really liking this idea so i dont know why i didnt go through with it…

Oscar is so logical and likes to think of himself as logical so i love when theres someone that he cant behave logically around. And charles has the whole disarmingly charming thing going on that makes oscar forget how to be smart

[saltwaterscully]

what you must understand is that i have five incredible fan fictions in the works. and you might never see any of them

[dellephone]

Anyone want to see the osctober2024 prompts i had that never made it past the planning stage ?

[dellephone]

here you go👐

[dellephone]

Anyone want to see the osctober2024 prompts i had that never made it past the planning stage ?

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

please please please please reblog if you’re a writer and have at some point felt like your writing is getting worse. I need to know if I’m the only one who’s struggling with these thoughts

[yogi-bogey-box]

this is a common phenomenon. the better you get, the more you recognize flaws. the good thing is you can strive to get better. but the bad thing is that you see nothing but flaws. you are actually getting better, but your editing/critical brain is getting tuned up and can see more things to improve. someone post the graph, I can't find it

[yogi-bogey-box]

nvm I found it myself:

"art" can mean any creative endeavor and it definitely applies to writing.

[dellephone]

Nickname + Choscar

“O.P.,” Oscar glances back, doesn’t expect to stop, but there’s Charles jogging toward him. He jolts, and Charles crooked smile makes an appearance as he catches him.

“Charles,” His voice is a little breathier than he’d like to admit. Always a little more honest around Charles. He can’t help the way his tone lifts at the end, the way that screams “I’m surprised you called out to me,” “I’m glad you’re talking to me,” “I’m a little bit in love with you, sometimes.”

He’s running late to the press conference, glances to Charles as he jogs in. Charles is already smiling, light and without pressure, says, “There’s O.P.,” lets his eyes crinkle a little extra. Oscar exhales, lets his hand push his hat down in an attempt to hide his pleasure. He hopes the warmth in his cheeks is explained away by his rushing to the conference. With another glance to Charles, he settles into his seat and focuses on the interview.

It’s at the next driver’s parade that it registers. Oscar’s standing next to Carlos when Charles wanders over, greeting them both, Carlos with a nod and Oscar with another, “Hey O.P.” Carlos pouts, complains that, “Why do you not call me C.S.? Why does he get a nickname?” Oscar blinks, and he realizes, oh, he is being special on purpose. He looks up, Carlos and Charles already absorbed in their own bickering, and notices, for the first time, that Charles cheeks look a bit pink too.

[dellephone]

Sunshine + carcar

Baku’s a disaster. The kind of race he wants to forget. The kind of race he won’t let himself. And anyways, its impossible to ignore as he’s watching on the sidelines. His phone playing the live feed, sitting next to the pity banana gifted to him by a stray marshal.

(He wonders briefly what Carlos would say. If he would laugh, teasing and lighthearted. Maybe he would pout, ask if Oscar would give him a pity banana, had he been the one to crash.)

He forces himself to watch the podium. He knows it’ll only grow his frustration. The champagne he can’t feel drenching him in disappointment.

But it’s Carlos, so he’ll manage. Just this once.

It’s worse than he expected. He forgot how much he suits the podium. He shines, stark in his white suit. Oscar’s skin stings, the slow warmth of his sun burning deep. The kind of sunburn you can feel as it’s developing. Still, he can’t look away. Gives himself a moment to relish in the sting. His mouth twists, something between a smile and a grimace. He ducks his head, and turns before he can watch Carlos walk away.

[pumpkennpie]

Osctober 2025 is here!

Here are the week one prompts!

Remember to use the tag #osctober 2025 and post your works to the ao3 collection (if you use ao3)!

Just like last year, have fun, be respectful, and encourage your fellow creators!