#cowriter

[sunshineandlyrics]

❤️ David Sneddon (co-writer/collaborator on How Did I Get Here? and Faith in the Future) and The Diary of a CEO/Steven Bartlett commented under this Spotify IG post about Louis' interview talking about making How Did I Get Here? (15 October 2025).

[darktrainer9]

Looking for a long-term collaborator

Hey everyone, hope you’re doing well!

Some time ago I decided to try bringing to life a Pokémon-themed project that’s been living in my head for a while: five Pokémon Legends–style stories, each set in a different region and focused on a specific Legendary or Mythical Pokémon.

At the moment these are still ideas and concepts rather than fully written stories, but I think they have a lot of potential and I’d love to develop them together with someone else.

- Pokémon Legends: Keldeo (Unova)

In a land threatened by war and a looming evil, an individual once belonging to a powerful family—whose very existence seems to have been erased from history—reappears.

Caught between old traditions and a changing world, he is forced to confront his destiny, uncover buried family secrets, and decide where he truly stands. His return isn’t driven by revenge alone, but by a truth that could change Unova forever. - Pokemon Legends: Calyrex (Galar)

When an ancient threat rises from the shadows, Galar is pushed to the brink of collapse. The Darkest Day has returned, bringing chaos and devastation to a once-prosperous land.

Two unlikely heroes must rise to face it, forging fragile alliances and making painful choices as they fight to protect the region they love. Hope comes at a cost—and the fate of Galar may depend on what they’re willing to sacrifice. - Pokémon Legends: Marshadow (Alola)

In an ancient Alola, where the line between spirit and nature is still thin, the balance of the islands begins to fracture.

As a mysterious threat approaches, a young man discovers his shadow has taken on a life of its own—becoming the refuge of a shy but incredibly powerful Pokémon. Through forgotten rituals, unexplored lands, and battles fought in darkness, he must learn whether he’s ready to protect what others fear. - Pokemon Legends: Terapagos (Paldea)

The Paldean Empire calls it “The Great Treasure.” Those who enter call it something else entirely.

Area Zero is a living abyss that twists time and devours the unprepared. In an age of exploration and sacrifice, a group of explorers descends into its depths to uncover the origin of the crystals slowly consuming the world.

Accompanied by a small creature with a shining shell, you’ll face the horror of the unknown—and its strange beauty. Remember: the abyss never gives without taking something in return. - Pokemon Legends: Magearna (Kalos) “For the king, for the soul, and for Kalos.”

Three thousand years before Lumiose City, Kalos burned in an endless war. As a desperate king defies life and death itself to reclaim what he’s lost, a mechanical heart begins to beat for the first time.

Among ruined kingdoms and blood-soaked battlefields, you must protect the last hope for peace from those who would turn it into a weapon. Discover the origin of one of the deepest bonds between humans and Pokémon—before the final petal falls.

Who I’m looking for:

Someone who genuinely loves Pokémon and wants to explore the Pokémon Legends concept with depth and care.

Some experience with writing or worldbuilding is a plus, but absolutely not required—enthusiasm matters more.

Above all, someone who enjoys exchanging ideas, brainstorming, and building a story together.

What I offer:

The chance to develop ideas that are still in my head, but with a lot of potential.

Full creative freedom: plot, characters, lore, and even mechanics can be shaped together, without pressure.

A collaborative, relaxed environment focused on creativity and having fun.

If any of this sounds interesting to you and you’d like to create something cool together, feel free to reach out.

Let’s have fun. 🌟

[starchbean]

Interested in cowriting an SVSSS fic?

I had an idea last night for a Shen Jiu-centric fic that follows the premise: What if instead of Shen Jiu doing the Qiu Massacre, it was Zhuzhi-Lang killing the Qiu family as revenge for something, and Zhuzhi yoinked Shen Jiu off with him to be his servant in the Demon Realm? I'm planning for romantic elements of Shen Jiu with YQY later in the story as well as potentially earlier in the story with an agender demon servant OC - so if you are interested in this project you should be cool with those things. Rating and presence/absence of explicit content not yet determined and negotiable.

At first it was one idea amongst many that I thought would gather dust in my SVSSS fic idea list... until about 4 am when I rolled over in bed and slapped a 15-chapter outline into google docs from my phone >.>

I REALLY want to make this thing happen, but it's a little out of my depth/scope. I write short fics because my attention span SUCKS. I haven't co-written a fic for like 15 years XD but I would love to give it a shot if someone likes the ideas here! I'll send the outline to anyone who contacts me with interest in doing this and we can make our evil plans. >u>

[mossmallowraccoon]

I’ve been writing a lot of LMK fanfic recently, I’m pretty obsessed with the show lel

Was wondering if anyone wanted to rp or be my co-writer for stuff like LMK one shots/longer stories? I do better with a co-writer! You can see examples of my writing in AO3 of course. Hit me up you filthy peasants!

[flower-heartvt]

Hiiiii! Im working on original magical girl series and searching for cowriter, anyone can help?

[pack-the-pack]

You know maybe I'm mistaken about what I am looking for. I think the word for it is RP but would it be something else like... Co-writer? Co-creator? Writting associate? Hahahaha idk.

But most people that have approached me have said that what I have is a bit too different from what they do. Maybe cause I'm thinking more in terms of fanfiction writing?

Can someone help me find the term or the tag I could use in order to find someone like that? Thanks.

[followcb]

Who is going to write with me tonight . . . ?

Storytellers; where are you?

Message me:)

CB

[winterwolvie]

The Christmas that Wasn’t-Ch. 10

A/N: As always, written with the beautiful @mox-made-me-do-it

Chapter 10: Kenny

           As soon as Adam and Allie left for our bungalow, Leigh came back to the daybed. She’d changed into a sundress in a shade of teal that highlighted the green in her moss colored eyes. Ever since those moments in the bathroom, she’d been hesitant around me. She’d sat with me. She’d stretched out with me on the daybed to watch one of my matches on her iPad. But she’d kept a distance between us.

           She sank down on the edge of the daybed, her red hair braided over her shoulder. I rolled onto my back and smiled, my fingers just inches away from her. It surprised me how much I ached to touch her, but I was afraid it would scare her away.

           “Let’s go inside, OJ,” I said quietly. “You’re looking a little pink.”

           I watched her lips turn up in a faint smile. Color very different from the sun-induced hue bloomed on her cheeks. The sight made my breath catch in my chest. She was so beautiful that it was painful in a way.

           Least of all because she seemed to doubt it herself.

           She stood up and turned toward me, walking backwards toward the bungalow. “Are you hungry?”

           I followed after her, stretching my arms up and back. Leigh looked me over, even though she tried to hide it. I could see the truth of it in the deepening blush that rushed over her cheeks. It was like getting hit in the chest every time.

           “I could eat. We could get room service,” I said as we slipped into the air-conditioned bungalow. “You pick a movie maybe? And I’ll order us some food.”

           She smiled at me. “Okay,” she replied softly. I watched her fingers slip along her hair, tucking it behind her ear as she walked away toward the living room area.  My eyes never left her as she tucked one leg beneath her as she sat on the sofa, remote in hand.

           My eyes squeezed shut. I had the sudden overwhelming urge to go to her, to lean over the back of the sofa and kiss the back of her neck. Memories of the night before slammed through my head. Leigh curled against my side, her head on my chest, my fingers dragging slowly through her thick hair. I’d stayed awake for a long time after she drifted off, trying to memorize the shape of her face, the exact shade of her hair in the moonlight.

           “What would you like?” I called over my shoulder as I spread the menu out in front of me. I scanned it idly, not quite sure what I wanted. Or if I was really even hungry. There was a strange sensation of butterflies in my stomach.

           The faint brush of her feet against the floor was the only warning that she was getting close. She hovered just out of reach at my side, craning her neck to see the menu in my hands. I pushed it ward her and turned, leaning my hip against the counter. She nipped at her bottom lip as she skimmed it.

           “Leigh?” I queried gently. “Do you… could you… trust me?”

           Her body tensed as she glanced up at me. “What do you mean?”

           I moved my hand closer to hers. Our fingers didn’t touch, but I could feel the heat from her sun-kissed skin. “When I say that I think you’re beautiful, do you believe me?” My hand crept closer. “When I say that I want to touch you… to hold you… to… do you think I’m telling you the truth?”

           She hesitated, her gaze going to my hand so close to her own. “I don’t know.” Her voice was small, frightened. “I want to believe it, I think.”

           I took a deep breath and brushed my fingers along the back of her hand. When she didn’t move away, I slid my fingertips up her arm with a barely-there pressure. Leigh closed her eyes, her breath coming in faint little sighs, as I curled my hand over her shoulder and up against her neck. My thumb brushed the line of her jaw as my fingers skimmed back into the thick braid of her hair.

           “You are more than just beautiful, Leigh,” I said firmly. “You are loyal. Kind. Intelligent. Strong. I know enough about you to know that much. And anyone who doesn’t see it… who doesn’t want to see you… to be with you… they’re a fool.”

           For a moment, I thought I’d gone too far. Then, she leaned into my touch, her body turning to fully face mine. She looked at me with those brilliant eyes, her cheeks a desperately attractive shade of pink, and rested her palms on my ribs.

           “I want to be here with you,” I whispered. I cradled her face in my hands, thumbs brushing her cheeks. A soft smile curled my lips. “Even if we’re just friends.”

           Leigh looked up at me, her fingers sliding along my ribs and around my waist. I dipped closer, my forehead settling against hers. The scent of her enveloped me, and I wanted so desperately to gather her close, hide my face against her neck, breathe in the smell of her hair and her skin. I couldn’t explain it… this feeling that raced through me.

           “Kenny,” she said quietly. Her voice made my chest ache in a painfully wonderful way.

           I brushed my nose against hers. “Leigh,” I murmured. My fingers stroked her skin, the wisps of her hair.

           We stood like that for what felt like a long time. After a moment, she rose onto her toes, tilted her chin up, and pressed her lips against mine. Her arms twined around my neck, pulling me closer. I swept my hands down her back, clutching her against me. I quickly lost myself in the taste of her lips and the feel of her soft curves.

           The kiss was slow and lingering. It was something different than anything I’d ever felt before. She let out a barely audible sigh against my mouth. I smiled into the kiss, pressing her closer, lifting my hand to cradle the back of her head. Her fingers slid into my hair, twining the curls around her digits.

           My heart pounded in my chest so hard I was surprised that she didn’t sense it. She broke away, sinking back onto her feet. Leigh skimmed her fingertips down the side of my throat and down against my chest. Her palms splayed in the center, and I knew that she could feel the rapid beating there.

           “Kenny,” she whispered, smiling shyly. Her hands smoothed over my chest, up to my shoulders. It was hard to think.

           I settled my lips against her forehead, still curling her against me, happy to feel the softness of her body. She might disagree, but I thought everything about her was beautiful. I remembered the rise of her hips, the thickness of her thighs. Everything about her was burned into my memory.

           Leigh gently disentangled herself from my hold, sliding her fingers through mine. She nipped at her bottom lip as she pulled me toward the sofa in the living area. She sank down, tucking one foot beneath her as she settled to face me. I scooted as close as I could, our knees brushing.

           “Can we do that again?” I asked playfully, stretching my arm out on the back of the sofa. I grinned, hoping that she knew I was joking.

           She reached out, fingertips grazing along my jaw. I wanted to close my eyes, to lean into that feeling, but I forced myself to keep my eyes on her. I didn’t want to miss a moment with her.

           “It’s hard for me to get used to the idea that you…” She looked away, somewhere over my shoulder. Her eyes drifted closed for a moment.

           I leaned closer and put my hand on the outside of her knee. Goosebumps ran over her skin. “That I want you?”

           Leigh nodded. My thumb stroked against her flesh in what I hoped was a soothing arc. She licked her lips. “Yeah.”

           “I’ve got the time to convince you,” I said with a smile. I didn’t know where those words came from, but I meant them completely. “If you’ll let me.”

           Her eyes suddenly lit up with something hopeful. The flecks of green and brown glittered as she watched me. I counted each thud of my blood in my ears, waiting for her to say something. Anything.

           She moved, sitting up on her knees on the cushions. “Let’s start with lunch? And Ragnarok?”

***

           “I can’t believe people complained about this one,” she said, leaning in against my side. My arm settled around her, fingers splayed on her beautifully ample hip. An almost-eaten pizza sat on the coffee table in front of us.

           I kissed the top of her head and smiled. “People complain about anything that isn’t a repeat of everything they’ve seen before.”

           She turned, tipping her face up toward mine. It was an easy thing to close the space between us and settle my mouth on hers. The feel and taste of her lips was as familiar as if I’d kissed her every day for the whole of my adult life.

           I let my fingers trace the curve of her ear. “Do you want to go down to the beach?”

           “That would be nice,” Leigh said, closing her eyes and nuzzling against my jaw. “I’d like to feel the sand between my toes.”

           We sat that way for a moment. The truth was that I could stay like that forever. For the first time in a very long time, I felt a calm that didn’t come from being in the ring. Sitting on that sofa in paradise with Leigh Keene for just a moment was like a month in my out-of-the-way cottage in Winnipeg.

           She was a peace that I didn’t know how I could leave.

           Leigh got to her feet and held out her hand for me. Our fingers threaded together as we slipped out of the bungalow, across the pier and down onto the beach. The surf rushed up to meet us, and I smiled as I watched her kick her feet in the foam as we walked. I pulled my phone from my pocket and snapped a picture of her, the wind in her hair, the sun bright above her, and the ocean rising up to rush up against her calves.

           She was beautiful. She was breathtaking.

           And I wanted her in every way that wanting was possible.

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