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“I thought you were nonbinary” um. no you didn’t

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Reblog if you’re OK with people sending you asks about your OCs, ‘sonas or even about yourself

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while’s it kind of my first instinct to say that rich lives in the past, if I’m being real, I honestly think he is highly tied to the present. his misery doesn’t come from wishing back to a happier time because he hasn’t been happy for most of his life. in fact, I think he has a tendency to focus on his present unhappiness so much that he forgets happy moments from the past and can’t conceive of happy moments in the future

Are your ocs issues focused mostly on the past, present or future?

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i love you female characters who make selfish choices they know will be bad for everyone. i love you female characters who think they're making the right choice but make things worse. i love you female characters who are making the right choice but noone else understands it.

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in the club explaining my oc lore to an enraptured audience

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it is so dang funny to me that there is this cultural pressure for artists to be modest about their art. 'you cant say your own book is five stars' WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO RATE IT FOUR? buckaroo if you create ANYTHING from your heart it has all the grand cosmic uniqueness you do. CELEBRATE YOURSELF

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Unreliable narrator? More like unreliable author

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🦄writeblr intro🦄

i'm peg. i use all pronouns and i'm over eighteen

my main is @helaenadream

i like to read poetry, science fiction, magical realism, and dramas of all kinds

i have two main wips right now - under the arches and gods of absence

uta is a character drama based around four lawyers navigating the progression of their lives and careers. it explores themes of love, queer identity, and self-determination

goa is a fantasy saga about a priest and the son of a doctor trying to prevent a religious war. it's about the divinity in everyday situations and relationships

let's be mutuals! i love to play ask games and talk about ocs together

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sitting down to write isn't really about creating a story, it's about getting the story onto the page before it destroys me

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Writing Worksheets & Templates

will update this every few weeks/months. alternatively, here are all my tagged Writing Worksheets & Templates

Chapter Outline ⚜ Character- or Plot-Driven Story

Death & Sacrifice ⚜ Magic & Rituals ⚜ Plot-Planning

Editing: Sentence Check ⚜ Writing Your Novel: 20 Questions

Tension ⚜ Thought Distortions ⚜ What's at Stake

Character Development

50 Questions ⚜ Backstory ⚜ Character Creation

Antagonist; Villain; Fighting ⚜ Protagonist & Antagonist

Character: Change; Adding Action; Conflict

Character: Creator; Name; Quirks; Flaws; Motivation

Character Profile (by Rick Riordan) ⚜ Character Sheet Template

Character Sketch & Bible ⚜ Interview your Character

Story-Worthy Hero ⚜ "Well-Rounded" Character Worksheet

Worldbuilding

20 Questions ⚜ Decisions & Categories ⚜ Worksheet

Setting ⚜ Dystopian World ⚜ Magic System (AALC Method)

Templates: Geography; World History; City; Fictional Plant

Writing References: Worldbuilding ⚜ Plot ⚜ Character

all posts are queued. send questions/requests here.

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Anatomy of a writing session

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would your oc consider cheating on a significant other (for any reason)?

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Adam had been rubbed raw over the thought of not being John’s best man for some twenty years, or however long it had been since Adam learned that blood ran thicker than water. It was one of those hurts that never went away, like the knee pain he’d been dealing with since he stepped wrong while moving the bed frame into the new apartment. 

It was always going to be Ben, and why shouldn’t it be? Ben was so pretty, so much nicer for the wedding guests to look at, round-faced with those golden curls of his and his bright white smile. He was the opposite of his brother, who was harsh in every way: a high aquiline nose and remote green eyes that seemed to pierce the soul and pale, translucent skin that showed too much of a blush and never tanned. Though he had a special, exclusive beauty, it would never make sense to call John handsome. It would be like applying that adjective to a painting. Why even say it when the thing in question was too aloof to hear?

Ben, though, was lovely like all the rest of their family, with all the right words for his speech to make both bride and groom cry. John stuck out like a sore thumb among his relatives, brunet and austere with only eyes for his wife while his golden-haired cousins were already making friends with the new other half of their family. His brother, on the other hand, might as well have been a cherub. They’d been saying since Ben came out when he was a sophomore in high school and they were juniors in college that it really was a crying shame that he turned out gay – Adam had probably never been with a girl that wouldn’t rather have had Ben. He was easy to want, uncomplicated. Shining.

None of that was to say that John could somehow be described as hard to want. If anything, Cora was the living proof of that. Almost everything Adam knew about her was hearsay, but John’s word was his law, and he’d never had reason to disbelieve it. They’d met in a cafe when John was four weeks deep into the intricate self-harm ritual that was the second year of law school – and Adam knew about that from personal experience, he didn’t even really believe in therapy but he’d somehow found himself at the school’s mental health clinic at two sharp in the afternoon every Wednesday of every week of his 2L year – and he’d watched her draw, mesmerized, for some five minutes before Cora had noticed she had a spectator.

Adam tried to imagine, sometimes, what they saw in each other. For John, it was easy. Maybe she had liked the thick book in his hand, assumed it spoke to some powerful intellect and learned quickly that she was right, that John was smarter than anyone – certainly smarter than Adam – by miles and orders of magnitude. Maybe she’d liked his shy smile or the fact that he made too much eye contact, that meeting his gaze always felt kind of like he was holding your hand and he really didn’t want to let go. Maybe she’d just found him magnetic in an indefinite way and she’d let his current drag her in for good. Playing that game in reverse was harder but not impossible; Adam couldn’t reproach John for his choice of bride if he tried to. Maybe John had noticed the gap between Cora’s two front teeth and found it as adorable as Cora’s mother did. Maybe watching the dance and whirl of her right hand and a pen across a sketchpad for five minutes had been enough to entrance him for the next five years. Maybe after they’d sat down together she’d read out to him some of that mediocre yet heartfelt poetry she was always too eager to share and her sheer earnestness had overwhelmed John and made him feel like he could never turn her away from him again.

There was something nice about conjecturing the motions of falling in love. It had never happened to Adam. At least he could infer that it was possible, if only just from speculating about what it might feel like.

Yes, Cora was so beautiful and so good for John that Adam – for all his anger, for all the people he’d driven away because he couldn’t shut his mouth – couldn’t resent her for scooping up his future in the palm of her hand and tucking it into her pocket like it had always belonged to her. She made John laugh. Sometimes, secretly, she made John flush in embarrassment, his chilliness and indifference melting away like snow to her spring. Adam was not capable of hating the catalyst for those things he so loved: John’s pleasure, the rare appearance of his humanity in place of his steadfast logicality. Their intertwined fates were beautiful. In fairness, he wasn’t sure his and John’s had ever been more than an off-handed joke.

Junior year was the year before Adam had convinced John to become his roommate, the year that John had started by responding to the first proposal by saying, “Besides, you might as well be an alcoholic, and I’m trying to keep my GPA up. If I don’t get into law school, I’m just gonna kill myself instead of trying to make something else work.” Adam had been sort of offended by that at the time, but then John had walked offstage at graduation with admission to Northwestern Law in hand and Adam had done the same with one conviction for underage drinking and a near-miss with a second, so maybe John had been right about Adam’s drinking habits like he was right about everything else. Junior year was also the year that the court case with the name Adam couldn’t pronounce very well had reached the Supreme Court and been ruled on, and it was more related to him and John than it really had any right to be.

Again, they weren’t roommates, but Adam’s apartment was nicer than John’s – the only thing of Adam’s that had ever, in the near thirty-year history of their friendship, been nicer than a thing of John’s – so John was always over at Adam’s place anyway. Adam couldn’t have complained. He had been multitasking a lab report and a pregame, chewing on titrations and washing them down with whiskey. He also hadn’t been following the news because Adam never followed the news. It never seemed to say anything that would affect him.

John was on Adam’s couch, drawing grids to practice for the logic games section of the LSAT, because that was back when the LSAT had a logic games section. Like it was nothing, he’d said, “So, if neither of us is married by thirty, I guess we can just marry each other?”

“What?” Adam had said. He hadn’t cared enough, he’d been too busy and too drunk, as usual.

“Just because, like, we can actually do that, now.”

“Whatever,” Adam was certain he’d said. He’d probably even added, “Sure.”

Technically, they hadn’t been married by thirty, but John had gotten engaged at twenty-nine, and he’d never come back and asked Adam if that counted. He’d never even asked Adam if he wanted to be his best man. Logically, Adam wasn’t the right person to ask those questions to; after all, he wasn’t John’s brother, and could never be John’s wife.

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it’s that strange bisexual man again

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writing something deeply personal for class as an outlet

getting feedback on said piece of writing in class

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Adam has been arrested like four times for underage drinking and it almost prevented him from going to law school

has your oc ever gone to jail?