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Oh my gosh. I just found this website that walks you though creating a believable society. It breaks each facet down into individual questions and makes it so simple! It seems really helpful for worldbuilding!

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Never a Daughter

A rough draft.

A woman who’s supposed to be My mother had told me that she Didn’t want me while I lay Broken in my bed that day All helpless, and in pain A vessel of disdain

The urge to fight hot in my hands Her words shouted evil demands Then life fled, a startled bird I couldn’t believe the hurt Reality slipping From me, I was tripping

I lost my name, I lost myself I lost my love, I lost it all And I could see, but still can’t believe That all it takes is a second to cleave

I was the problem, I was weak I was the monster, I was sin And there I lay, week after week In agonies untold within I dragged my mangled, twisted self Through bitter, and tormented Hell, I survived the rot, the mud, the ooze And now, my battered heart is bruised

I’m not a daughter anymore I am a bitch down to my core I am a meteorite Mass destruction in the night My broken bone a hurt That ground me into dirt

I lost my name, I lost myself I lost my love, I lost it all And I could see, but still can’t believe That all it takes is a second to cleave

I was the problem, I was weak I was the monster, I was sin And there I lay, week after week In agonies untold within I dragged my mangled, twisted self Through bitter, and tormented Hell, I survived the rot, the mud, the ooze And now, my battered heart is bruised

The fluid in my marrow Oh, it bit deeper than any arrow And all the fluid around my heart Reminded me she abhorred me from the start Yeah, she abhorred me from the start

And how do you live, How do you breathe, When everything is suffering?

How do you love, How do you laugh, When everything is a scream?

How do you live? How do you…

I lost my name, I lost myself I lost my love, I lost it all And I could see, but still can’t believe That all it takes is a single second to cleave

Yeah, I was the problem, I was so damn weak I was the monster, I was blacker than any sin And there I lay, month after month In agonies untold within my bones, my heart, my lungs… I dragged my mangled, twisted, disgusting self Through bitter, and tormented Hell I survived the rot, the mud, the ooze, the muck, the slime, the deepest mires And now, my wailing heart is lost

How do you live? How do you live?

Now my wailing heart is lost

How do you live? How do you live?

How do you live? How do you live?

And I was never a daughter after all

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Royal whumpee/conqueror whumper prompts!

Whumper referring to whumpee by their title sarcastically. Bonus points if they add a "my" in front of it or any other diminutive.

Whumper sitting on the throne that used to be whumpee's, with whumpee being forced to be by their feet. Non-con potential obvious.

Whumpee that's captured before the rest of his family/house and is used as a living weapon to bring their own kingdom down.

When this is revealed, whumper makes an extremely public display of showing just how loyal to them whumpee is.

Forced marriage to whumper to legitimize whumper's reign.

Public humiliation in front of whumpee's former people in general. Maybe whumpee is dragged naked through the streets.

Whumpee being kept in the very same prisons that they used to keep their own enemies in. Was whumpee a good ruler? A cruel one?

Betrayal coming from whumpee's personal guard! Maybe whumper has pulled off a coup.

Whumper "sharing" whumpee, with whumper's most loyal people. See above for additional heartbreak.

Whumpee forced to watch as their own people are mistreated or other members of their family executed.

Whumpee that learns that although they'd thought they were a very good ruler, their people actually hate them and would side with whumper.

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Write Characters with Deep Emotional Wounds

(Without Making Them Walking Tragedies)

╰ Start with the scar, not the stabbing. Everyone talks about what happened to your character (The Big Trauma) but honestly? It’s the aftermath that matters. Show me the limp, not the bullet wound. Show me the way they flinch at kindness or double-check locks three times. The wound shapes them more than the event ever did.

╰ Don't make them "Sad All The Time" People with deep hurts aren’t just dramatic sob machines. They make bad jokes. They find weird hobbies. They have good days and then get wrecked by a song in a grocery store. Layers, my friend. Pain is complex and it sure as hell isn’t aesthetic.

╰ Let them almost heal and then backslide. Real healing isn’t linear. One good conversation doesn’t erase ten years of bottled-up grief. Your character might think they’re over it, and then one tiny thing, a smell, a phrase, a look, knocks them right back into the hole. Make them earn their healing. Make us ache for them.

╰ Give them armor and show the cracks. Maybe it’s sarcasm. Maybe it’s perfectionism. Maybe it’s taking care of everyone else so no one notices they're broken. Whatever mask they wear, show us the hairline fractures. Let us catch the moments where they almost drop the act.

╰ Don’t turn their trauma into their only personality trait. Yes, they’ve been through hell. But they also love spicy chips and bad reality TV. They have dumb crushes and secret dreams. A tragic backstory isn’t a substitute for a full human being. Let them be more than the worst thing that ever happened to them.

╰ Let their wound warp their decisions. People protect their wounds. Even badly. Especially badly. They might sabotage good relationships. Or push away help. Or cling too tightly. Make their past live in their choices, not just their flashbacks.

╰ Don’t make the world validate them for existing. Not everyone is going to understand your wounded character. Some people will misunderstand them. Blame them. Get frustrated. And honestly? That’s real. Let your character find their people, after facing the ones who don’t get it. It’s so much sweeter that way.

╰ Wounds can make them kinder—or crueler. Pain changes people. Some become protectors. Some become destroyers. Some do both, depending on the day. Let your character’s hurt make them complicated. Unpredictable. Human.

╰ Don’t heal them just to tie a neat bow on your story Sometimes the best ending is messy. Sometimes the healing is just starting. Sometimes it’s just hope, not a full recovery montage. That’s okay. Healing is a lifelong, terrifying, brave process—and readers feel it when you respect that.

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We're rummaging through your OC's stuff! Name an object that…

…is purely decorative.

…was a gift.

…has sentimental value.

…they've had for a very long time.

…they keep around for somebody else.

…they use often.

…they could probably stand to get rid of.

…nobody but them likes.

…you wish you had.

…they wanted for a long time before they got it.

…they made themself.

…they couldn't live without.

…they keep in their workspace, whatever that may be.

…is on the floor.

…is hanging on the wall.

…they frequently lose.

…is in the bathroom.

…is in the kitchen.

…is a little outdated.

…encapsulates their overall aesthetic perfectly.

…is fragile.

…is very unique or even one of a kind.

…is edible.

…is older than they are.

…is their favorite color.

…is seasonal.

…is comforting to them.

…they usually keep handy, either at home or on the go.

…is either from nature or themed around nature.

…has a scent.

(pro tip: name some ocs in the tags when you reblog this so newcomers can ask with ease, and be sure to send an ask to the person you reblog it from!)

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Look I don't wanna bitch but if your Tumblr fic takes longer to scroll past than the Do You Love The Colour Of The Sky post then it would be kinda appreciated if you put the majority of it under a Read More button

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Just reblogged a post asking what to post about as a new writeblr blog, and now I'm feeling inspired to post about this topic... so here are some ideas of things that you, as a writer, can begin posting (or can post more of) on your writeblr... this list is by no means exhaustive. There are sooo many topics, it's impossible to cover them all, but if you struggle to think of what to post about, here are some ideas.

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writing tip #3829:

finish

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It’s me. I’m the problem hehe

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i wish my book was written so i could share it and talk to more people about it but unfortunately that's going to take 79 business years. approximately

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Bad news, y'all

You really gotta write the damn book to become a published author

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Cut Down on Wandering and Pondering

Do you tell your readers that your POV character feels, thinks, wonders, ponders, realizes, considers, understands, or is aware of something?

Well, you don't need to.

She realized that she was trapped. -> She was trapped. She grew aware of a feeling of sadness sweeping through her. -> Sadness swept through her. Thinking to herself, she pondered the situation she was in, wondering how she could possibly get out. -> How could she get out?

Exeptions

Use to signal a POV change. Tell the reader whose head we're looking at.

Once the POV is established, you have no excuse!

If thought are implied in the action or description, cut it out.

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I control the narrative, I whisper to myself like a lunatic while the characters in the story I'm writing are not following my orders.

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Emotional Walls Your Character Has Built (And What Might Finally Break Them)

(How your character defends their soft core and what could shatter it) Because protection becomes prison real fast.

✶ Sarcasm as armor. (Break it with someone who laughs gently, not mockingly.) ✶ Hyper-independence. (Break it with someone who shows up even when they’re told not to.) ✶ Stoicism. (Break it with a safe space to fall apart.) ✶ Flirting to avoid intimacy. (Break it with real vulnerability they didn’t see coming.) ✶ Ghosting everyone. (Break it with someone who won’t take silence as an answer.) ✶ Lying for convenience. (Break it with someone who sees through them but stays anyway.) ✶ Avoiding touch. (Break it with accidental, gentle contact that feels like home.) ✶ Oversharing meaningless things to hide real depth. (Break it with someone who asks the second question.) ✶ Overworking. (Break it with forced stillness and the terrifying sound of their own thoughts.) ✶ Pretending not to care. (Break it with a loss they can’t fake their way through.) ✶ Avoiding mirrors. (Break it with a quiet compliment that hits too hard.) ✶ Turning every conversation into a joke. (Break it with someone who doesn’t laugh.) ✶ Being everyone’s helper. (Break it when someone asks what they need, and waits for an answer.) ✶ Constantly saying “I’m fine.” (Break it when they finally scream that they’re not.) ✶ Running. Always running. (Break it with someone who doesn’t chase, but doesn’t leave, either.) ✶ Intellectualizing every feeling. (Break it with raw, messy emotion they can’t logic away.) ✶ Trying to be the strong one. (Break it when someone sees the weight they’re carrying, and offers to help.) ✶ Hiding behind success. (Break it when they succeed and still feel empty.) ✶ Avoiding conflict at all costs. (Break it when silence causes more pain than the truth.) ✶ Focusing on everyone else’s healing but their own. (Break it when they hit emotional burnout.)

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There's nothing more important than writing what you want to read. Don't worry about who will like your book. Don't worry about what market it can neatly fit into. Don't cut corners or blunt edges to satisfy an imaginary person who might dislike aspects of your art. It's yours. Treat it as a pure expression of your soul. Compromise is for cowards.

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Do you have a goal in mind when writing? Like the amount of words per chapter? How many chapters you plan to write? Etc.

Nope! My goal is to tell a story, and if that takes 100 words or 100k words really doesn’t matter. I never really set out with a specific length in mind. For me personally, that just defeats the purpose of writing a story in the first place.