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NOTICE: As more and more fanfic writers are using generative AI for their works (you uncreative dweebs), I hereby swear on everything I hold dear that I have not and will NEVER use generative AI in ANY of my written work. Everything I post will be organically and creatively my own.

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yoooo just thinking about rosalyn deep in her lab... imagine the trial and error of her research.. i'm just thinking about how happy she'd be to finally come up with a trial treatment that could help... or how disappointed she'd be when it doesn't come out right... hahhaa i love ehr... waow

physical therapy... 🤤🤤 i love the idea of cale having to undergo things even tho he wants to give up because he's so tired.... ahahha... i just like the guilt (?) in having to watch cale suffer, but knowing that they can't really do much to help... it's too good.... I think that if cale were comatose for a longer period of time, ron would be the one who keeps him active during it, and maybe eruhaben joins in to help sometimes as well!! i kinda wanna see it... hahahaaa... we need more.. the brain fog is too good.. i wanna see fics that go more into cale being mentally/emotionally drained.... 🤤🤤🤤

sorry for such a late reply!!! i forget to check tumblr sometimes ghksdjsh

I just read the a-z whump prompt and open the comment to see Hemophilia and I can't help but think of Cale yknow. Like, let's say it's on a more severe case he's prone to bruising and bleeding. He might have episodes of bleeding internally (into his joints or muscles) or from external injury (after the wound occurred), he may bleed longer and take a longer time to heal. He could also experience joint pain and swelling!

Imagine how chaotic it is! How the limitation of treatment in that era damned him! The resulting whumpy afterwards! The devilish cycle! XD (Don't forget the severe headache, blurred/doubled vision, and excessive sleepiness too— and and, the nosebleeds—) this excited me so much I think I should feel guilty

CHEFS KISSSSSS CHEFS KISSSSSS!!!! i just wanted to write da whump .. no end... i got no brain for an end rn ghskdjh i hope you like it :>

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It’s not all too obvious in the beginning. 

With how Cale had divvied up the work between the swordsman and the kittens in their late night outing, there weren't many chances for him to figure it out. The black dragon joined them soon after, and suddenly Cale was surrounded by people who were all too eager to work. Not that Cale had any issue with that. He was slowly getting surrounded by stupidly strong people who left him with no need to step in. Maybe that was why he never questioned the green that mottled his skin at the slightest bump. Cale doesn’t question the ache that would shift into his mind like a slow moving fog either, schooling his face to keep even the slightest wince from escaping. It’s not an unfamiliar feeling to him – the low simmering ache that settled at the base of his skull, but he hoped that it wouldn’t become a frequent thing like how it had in his previous life thanks to record. 

(Ron gives him an oddly stiff smile at the sight of the blues that marred his knees. He’d crawled through the stupidly cramped hole to make it to the ancient power the night before. Honestly, he was hoping that the cry baby of a power would have been able to wipe his skin clean of these bruises. Maybe it wasn’t considered too dire of an injury or something, he supposed.

Either way, the tight smile that Ron gives sends chills racing down Cale’s spine).

-

Thinking back, maybe the plaza bombing should have been when the incident to flag that something was wrong. He should have seen it in the awful burning that settled in his lungs, building and building until it burst from his mouth with a choked cough. It was all too warm across his stinging palms, but the sweet relief that followed suit was too good. The Vitality of the Heart was like a cool balm spread across his feverish skin, a quick relief that only he could feel. 

Looking up from his stained hands, Cale was met with a frenzy. Hysteria dyed the hues of his peers’ eyes, their hands landing on his shoulders to push him down to the ground. His head is cushioned in someone’s lap, but it’s a little too hard to focus on who it was. Cale’s pupils trembled, his brows furrowing as he tried to focus on steadying the shifting world in his eyes. He didn’t need to lie down, damn it, but when he’d try to sit up, he’d just be pushed back down. It invited the disgustingly slick copper to pool in the back of his throat, its iron taste flooding his mouth until he had to roll to his side to spit it out. 

The headache that comes marching in with the dragon’s threats make him feel more as though he’d just had his head bashed in with a hammer, than a headache. It was a cruel thing, really, creeping out until the pain encompassed his skull wholly. The pain from using the shield was nothing in comparison, in fact, he was feeling even better than before in terms of that “injury.” He could do without the sticky slide of blood trickling down his chin, dripping and dripping without a single sign of stopping. Cale chalked it all up to being a side effect of the ancient power. But more importantly, he desperately wished for the ancient power to whisk away the pain in his head, too. 

-

There’s a time when a brief concern flits across the young noble’s mind.

Cale was splayed across his bed, comfortably sunken into the sheets as he basked in the warmth of the afternoon sun. It was the perfect time to enjoy a midday nap and it seemed that the silver kitten, Ohn, thought the same. Her fur was silky to the touch now thanks to the hard work of Hans. It’s warm where she’s loafed next to his thigh, her paws neatly tucked away underneath her. The little dragon and the red kitten weren’t too keen on sleeping their day away like the two of them, but that was their choice, not his. 

Lightly, Cale feels the squishy pads of the boy’s paws press against the skin of his forearm. One poke and then another, whatever the boy was doing, it seemed to intrigue him. 

“Cale-nya,” Hong whispered, not wanting to wake his sister, “How come you’re always all beat up? Like.. like a dropped apple!”

Cale peels open his eyes at this and true to the boy’s words, his arm was painted in fading blotches of yellow. He doesn’t remember exactly what had caused it, but if anything, it just looked worse because of how pale his complexion was. The cons of being surrounded by stupidly strong people, he supposed, but if he thought about it even more… it wasn’t like any of them were manhandling him. Cale wasn’t entirely sure where these bruises had come from. 

“I just bruise easily,” Cale says after a moment of thought.

It seems that this, too, wasn’t the right answer because the black dragon was now clambering across the pillows to shove his snout into Cale’s face. Those azure eyes of his were dyed with worry.

“You’re too weak!” He said and Cale nodded. It was true, he was weaker than the rest of their group. If anything, they could all kill him if they wanted to. 

They don’t seem to like how accepting he is of this weakness, but the dragon slumps beside him with a harrumph and a promise to protect him. Cale doesn’t pay too much attention to it after that, giving in to the siren call of fatigue. He drifts off in the comfort of the pooling sunlight and the cushiony bed beneath it. Somewhere along the way, the boys must’ve fallen asleep, too, tucked close against his sides. 

-

Whatever it was, it all comes back to bite him in the ass when they’re fighting alongside the elves.

Rose gold flickered across the gathering plumes of dark grey. Cale stood with an outstretched hand, the hairs on the back of his neck rising as the scent of ozone filled the area. It was almost as though the lightning hidden in the clouds could match the rising thrum of his heart – faster and faster, the time between flashes and the beats of his heart grew shorter. 

There’s no way to fully describe it really, be it the innate tempo of the battle rising to its crescendo or the way his heart skipped a beat at the breathlessness that festered in his lungs. Of course, he’d been watching his allies zip in and out of the throes of battle, but there was just something else. 

Blindingly bright and deafeningly loud, the thunderbolt rattles the world around them. As quick as it comes, it sears its colors into the retinas of their eyes, haunting their visions even behind closed lids. Silence mars the world around them just as scorch marks marred the grounds. One beat, a second, and another after that – the world is silent with its shock. Then came the incessant ringing. 

Cale’s head throbbed with each cough that broke past his lips, the ground feeling as though it were shifting beneath his feet. Each coughing fit felt as though his lungs had been charred by the lightning bolt instead, the strain settling in his chest like a massive, tender bruise. Cale’s heart was a drum and the Vitality of the Heart beat heavily upon it, but before its relief, it brought waves of blood to seep between his lips. The darkened blood pooled at his feet in an ugly splatter. It grew and grew with each heaving cough.

The damned cheapskate hadn’t mentioned such effects as these, but he couldn’t even bring himself to curse. He didn’t have the breath to.

Squeezing his eyes shut, Cale tried to force his vision to focus, his feet stumbling over one another in an attempt to stay upright. Soon, he could feel Raon’s small, nubby horns pressing into the small of his back. The dragon’s the only reason he’s able to remain standing now, and the fabric of his shirt is quickly growing damp. The taste of iron is thick on his tongue as Cale choked out another weak cough. The pain is all too much for him to focus on anything more around him, and as the last whisps of his consciousness slipped away, he could distantly make out the feeling of hands steadying him. 

-

The young voice of the dragon counting is the first thing that greets Cale when he wakes up again. Teary eyed, yet overjoyed, Raon all but threw himself into the young noble’s arms. 

---- cutting myself off here because I'm getting carried away... but i think that after this, maybe he'd be diagnosed by one of the elves.. maybe pendrick... but then like, for treatment.. hmmm i'd like to think that maybe there's a weaker version of a medicine that helps iron deficient people, but it doesn't really do much to help cale because he loses insane amts of blood at a time... and it's mostly smth to try to help increase his cell count again after he loses too much blood... hmm not a good treatment for the long run, but not much he could do..

i'd like to think that maybe it becomes a new thing for rosalyn to work on... i wonder if there's a way to control blood cells w the use of mana.. like an agent to help control the clotting factor production? i just wanna see researcher rosalyn hehe... but for the time being, i'd think that cale's meals would change a bit to include more foods that are richer in iron!! maybe one of those iron fish that seep into the water when you boil it... I imagine that even if he's healed right away, he's gonna suffer from anemia issues ehhee... i wanna see him stand up and crumple LOLOL

thank you again for the ask!!! i get excited w cale whump too heheehe... (jailed)

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Honeymoon this time

(marriage)

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Uhhh I may have worked up the courage to post an original??

Heir to the Dragon God (Original work)

Rating: Mature (eventual explicit content)

Warnings given on relevant chapters

Initial 3 chapters will be uploaded today. After that, once per week until backlog is fully posted, from there it's just me trying my best 👍

Chapter 1 word count: 5,040

Subsequent chapters: 2k–5k

Genre: Fantasy with time travel/transmigration elements

Arryn Enderson is the son of a country Baron, the good Baron Weiss. He's brash and violent, but it was fine because he's not the heir. [...] Arryn Enderson was the son of the former Baron Weiss. The family was accused of illegal dealings with a rival nation and fell to ruin. Arryn learned a lot of things, things he'd rather not learn, continuing to live in some form until, abruptly, the world ended. Riél d'Solis was born to shine, but the world had other plans. The world creates beautiful things only to destroy them. If that’s so, then perhaps, if I destroy this terrible world, a more beautiful one will come in its stead? The divine fires of the God of Flame's incarnate consumed the world, and reduced all to ash. In the wreckage, when he heard the toll of a Divine Oracle, even Arryn, this bitter cynic, couldn't help but make a wish. “…I don’t want everything to end like this.” A second chance, and this time, he'll do it right. He'll quietly protect his family, and just send some ominous letters to powerful people... Wait, why are you piling fortune teller skills on me? And what the hell is a "System?" Aren't you a Miracle? —inspired by TCF, ORV, and tGED

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64140991/chapters/164584408

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I just read the a-z whump prompt and open the comment to see Hemophilia and I can't help but think of Cale yknow. Like, let's say it's on a more severe case he's prone to bruising and bleeding. He might have episodes of bleeding internally (into his joints or muscles) or from external injury (after the wound occurred), he may bleed longer and take a longer time to heal. He could also experience joint pain and swelling!

Imagine how chaotic it is! How the limitation of treatment in that era damned him! The resulting whumpy afterwards! The devilish cycle! XD (Don't forget the severe headache, blurred/doubled vision, and excessive sleepiness too— and and, the nosebleeds—) this excited me so much I think I should feel guilty

CHEFS KISSSSSS CHEFS KISSSSSS!!!! i just wanted to write da whump .. no end... i got no brain for an end rn ghskdjh i hope you like it :>

-

It’s not all too obvious in the beginning. 

With how Cale had divvied up the work between the swordsman and the kittens in their late night outing, there weren't many chances for him to figure it out. The black dragon joined them soon after, and suddenly Cale was surrounded by people who were all too eager to work. Not that Cale had any issue with that. He was slowly getting surrounded by stupidly strong people who left him with no need to step in. Maybe that was why he never questioned the green that mottled his skin at the slightest bump. Cale doesn’t question the ache that would shift into his mind like a slow moving fog either, schooling his face to keep even the slightest wince from escaping. It’s not an unfamiliar feeling to him – the low simmering ache that settled at the base of his skull, but he hoped that it wouldn’t become a frequent thing like how it had in his previous life thanks to record. 

(Ron gives him an oddly stiff smile at the sight of the blues that marred his knees. He’d crawled through the stupidly cramped hole to make it to the ancient power the night before. Honestly, he was hoping that the cry baby of a power would have been able to wipe his skin clean of these bruises. Maybe it wasn’t considered too dire of an injury or something, he supposed.

Either way, the tight smile that Ron gives sends chills racing down Cale’s spine).

-

Thinking back, maybe the plaza bombing should have been when the incident to flag that something was wrong. He should have seen it in the awful burning that settled in his lungs, building and building until it burst from his mouth with a choked cough. It was all too warm across his stinging palms, but the sweet relief that followed suit was too good. The Vitality of the Heart was like a cool balm spread across his feverish skin, a quick relief that only he could feel. 

Looking up from his stained hands, Cale was met with a frenzy. Hysteria dyed the hues of his peers’ eyes, their hands landing on his shoulders to push him down to the ground. His head is cushioned in someone’s lap, but it’s a little too hard to focus on who it was. Cale’s pupils trembled, his brows furrowing as he tried to focus on steadying the shifting world in his eyes. He didn’t need to lie down, damn it, but when he’d try to sit up, he’d just be pushed back down. It invited the disgustingly slick copper to pool in the back of his throat, its iron taste flooding his mouth until he had to roll to his side to spit it out. 

The headache that comes marching in with the dragon’s threats make him feel more as though he’d just had his head bashed in with a hammer, than a headache. It was a cruel thing, really, creeping out until the pain encompassed his skull wholly. The pain from using the shield was nothing in comparison, in fact, he was feeling even better than before in terms of that “injury.” He could do without the sticky slide of blood trickling down his chin, dripping and dripping without a single sign of stopping. Cale chalked it all up to being a side effect of the ancient power. But more importantly, he desperately wished for the ancient power to whisk away the pain in his head, too. 

-

There’s a time when a brief concern flits across the young noble’s mind.

Cale was splayed across his bed, comfortably sunken into the sheets as he basked in the warmth of the afternoon sun. It was the perfect time to enjoy a midday nap and it seemed that the silver kitten, Ohn, thought the same. Her fur was silky to the touch now thanks to the hard work of Hans. It’s warm where she’s loafed next to his thigh, her paws neatly tucked away underneath her. The little dragon and the red kitten weren’t too keen on sleeping their day away like the two of them, but that was their choice, not his. 

Lightly, Cale feels the squishy pads of the boy’s paws press against the skin of his forearm. One poke and then another, whatever the boy was doing, it seemed to intrigue him. 

“Cale-nya,” Hong whispered, not wanting to wake his sister, “How come you’re always all beat up? Like.. like a dropped apple!”

Cale peels open his eyes at this and true to the boy’s words, his arm was painted in fading blotches of yellow. He doesn’t remember exactly what had caused it, but if anything, it just looked worse because of how pale his complexion was. The cons of being surrounded by stupidly strong people, he supposed, but if he thought about it even more… it wasn’t like any of them were manhandling him. Cale wasn’t entirely sure where these bruises had come from. 

“I just bruise easily,” Cale says after a moment of thought.

It seems that this, too, wasn’t the right answer because the black dragon was now clambering across the pillows to shove his snout into Cale’s face. Those azure eyes of his were dyed with worry.

“You’re too weak!” He said and Cale nodded. It was true, he was weaker than the rest of their group. If anything, they could all kill him if they wanted to. 

They don’t seem to like how accepting he is of this weakness, but the dragon slumps beside him with a harrumph and a promise to protect him. Cale doesn’t pay too much attention to it after that, giving in to the siren call of fatigue. He drifts off in the comfort of the pooling sunlight and the cushiony bed beneath it. Somewhere along the way, the boys must’ve fallen asleep, too, tucked close against his sides. 

-

Whatever it was, it all comes back to bite him in the ass when they’re fighting alongside the elves.

Rose gold flickered across the gathering plumes of dark grey. Cale stood with an outstretched hand, the hairs on the back of his neck rising as the scent of ozone filled the area. It was almost as though the lightning hidden in the clouds could match the rising thrum of his heart – faster and faster, the time between flashes and the beats of his heart grew shorter. 

There’s no way to fully describe it really, be it the innate tempo of the battle rising to its crescendo or the way his heart skipped a beat at the breathlessness that festered in his lungs. Of course, he’d been watching his allies zip in and out of the throes of battle, but there was just something else. 

Blindingly bright and deafeningly loud, the thunderbolt rattles the world around them. As quick as it comes, it sears its colors into the retinas of their eyes, haunting their visions even behind closed lids. Silence mars the world around them just as scorch marks marred the grounds. One beat, a second, and another after that – the world is silent with its shock. Then came the incessant ringing. 

Cale’s head throbbed with each cough that broke past his lips, the ground feeling as though it were shifting beneath his feet. Each coughing fit felt as though his lungs had been charred by the lightning bolt instead, the strain settling in his chest like a massive, tender bruise. Cale’s heart was a drum and the Vitality of the Heart beat heavily upon it, but before its relief, it brought waves of blood to seep between his lips. The darkened blood pooled at his feet in an ugly splatter. It grew and grew with each heaving cough.

The damned cheapskate hadn’t mentioned such effects as these, but he couldn’t even bring himself to curse. He didn’t have the breath to.

Squeezing his eyes shut, Cale tried to force his vision to focus, his feet stumbling over one another in an attempt to stay upright. Soon, he could feel Raon’s small, nubby horns pressing into the small of his back. The dragon’s the only reason he’s able to remain standing now, and the fabric of his shirt is quickly growing damp. The taste of iron is thick on his tongue as Cale choked out another weak cough. The pain is all too much for him to focus on anything more around him, and as the last whisps of his consciousness slipped away, he could distantly make out the feeling of hands steadying him. 

-

The young voice of the dragon counting is the first thing that greets Cale when he wakes up again. Teary eyed, yet overjoyed, Raon all but threw himself into the young noble’s arms. 

---- cutting myself off here because I'm getting carried away... but i think that after this, maybe he'd be diagnosed by one of the elves.. maybe pendrick... but then like, for treatment.. hmmm i'd like to think that maybe there's a weaker version of a medicine that helps iron deficient people, but it doesn't really do much to help cale because he loses insane amts of blood at a time... and it's mostly smth to try to help increase his cell count again after he loses too much blood... hmm not a good treatment for the long run, but not much he could do..

i'd like to think that maybe it becomes a new thing for rosalyn to work on... i wonder if there's a way to control blood cells w the use of mana.. like an agent to help control the clotting factor production? i just wanna see researcher rosalyn hehe... but for the time being, i'd think that cale's meals would change a bit to include more foods that are richer in iron!! maybe one of those iron fish that seep into the water when you boil it... I imagine that even if he's healed right away, he's gonna suffer from anemia issues ehhee... i wanna see him stand up and crumple LOLOL

thank you again for the ask!!! i get excited w cale whump too heheehe... (jailed)

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Writing or reading about something illegal does not mean the author nor the reader condones it, if that were true, you could never read a story involving anything negative

Purity culture is ruining fan culture and you all are fucking annoying

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sometimes you need dialogue tags and don't want to use the same four

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pleaaasee!! join me... we can feed da masses.. i love angst and whump so much and i just think we can never have too much!!! it's okay if you don't do all the letters or if you don't end up finishing! it's for fun after all, so write what you wanna write when you wanna write it :> here's the link to the prompt challenge on ao3! it has a few example ones, but it's p much open to interpretation and then here's a list i looked at for some inspo >:)

I'm starting an a-z whump challenge w my friend and I'm super excited !!! It'll probably take a while .. but it'll finally give me motivation and a place to put some of my wips !! YIPPEEE

If anyone else would wanna... Do an a-z whump challenge... We can suffer together 🥺🫴💕 we can whump Cale... TOGETHER!!

I'm honestly super excited tho bc I hope to put da pictures in my head on paper!! I wanna make it so my readers can see it and get dragged into the flow of it 🙂‍↕️

I got one planned that would play more into the unreliable narrator trope Cale has.. and it's a bit worrying, but I'm excited to try that out as well >:3c

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I'm starting an a-z whump challenge w my friend and I'm super excited !!! It'll probably take a while .. but it'll finally give me motivation and a place to put some of my wips !! YIPPEEE

If anyone else would wanna... Do an a-z whump challenge... We can suffer together 🥺🫴💕 we can whump Cale... TOGETHER!!

I'm honestly super excited tho bc I hope to put da pictures in my head on paper!! I wanna make it so my readers can see it and get dragged into the flow of it 🙂‍↕️

I got one planned that would play more into the unreliable narrator trope Cale has.. and it's a bit worrying, but I'm excited to try that out as well >:3c

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You all enable me too much, here take this

Ok ok, picture this:

Modern au

Cale is watching Alberu's stream while getting ready to go to work. He's been a viewer of Alberu for a while now and his kids have even made him send fanart to the streamer a few times.

For some reason, Alberu jokes about giving someone in chat mod to which Cale offhandedly types in chat: "Sounds tedious, never ask me that again."

Alberu immediately gives it to Cale "for the bit"

Immediately, Cale is like "nononononono- TAKE IT BACK"

Meanwhile Alberu is in stitches, laughing so hard he's almost crying.

Eventually, Cale has to go to work and leaves with a final message in chat:

"This better be fixed when I get back from work, your Highness."

Cale watches Alberu smirk, "Or what, user Weak_Human?"

"Or else I will completely overhaul your setup until it's unrecognizable."

Cale doesn't touch his phone while working and kind of forgets about the stream and his threat until he finally clocks off and opens the app to find he still has mod.... Then he notices he also has an email from the streamer himself.

It's access to Alberu's OBs and stream settings... wtf.

Well, ignoring the ridiculousness of the sotuation, Cale is nothing if not a man of his word.

When Alberu opens up his computer to start streaming, he immediately notices how... smooth everything is. His computer used to take a minute to load everything and yet now everything is almost instant. His starting soon screen is up and while people trickle in, he notices that all his settings have been streamlined, all his ban requests sorted and commented on, even some of his graphics and emotes have been resized and bound to new commands.

The he notices he has a new unread email. In it is an attached spreadsheet which lists every change made and the original settings in excruciating detail. The email itself is a simple 4 words:

"Now take it back."

Alberu can only laugh as he answers:

"Absolutely not. Also, call me hyung, dongsaeng."

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How to create an atmosphere: Forest

Sight

tall trees with thick canopies of leaves

alternating light coming in through the moving leafs of the trees

ground covered with a mix of grass, ferns, and fallen leaves

wildflowers adding splashes of colour

animals like deer, boars, squirrels, birds

insects like butterflies and bees add movement and life to the scene

Hearing

the air is filled with the melodious songs of birds

gentle rustling of leaves as the wind moves through the trees

constant hum and buzz of insects

the soft crunch of leaves, twigs, and soil while walking through the forest

Touch

the spongy feel and the soft coolness of moss

the rough texture of tree bark

the cooler temperature in the forest

with a gentle breeze that can be felt on your skin

Smell

the smell of fresh grass

the rich, earthy smell of soil and decaying leaves

the scent of fresh leaves, pine needles, and blooming flowers

the smell of the clean, slightly damp scent of water and wet earth from a nearby stream or pond

Taste

the clean taste of fresh air

the taste of sweet and tangy wildberries

the taste of self-picked mushrooms

the taste of edible wildflowers

the taste of a variety of nuts

the taste of wild greens

More: How to create an atmosphere

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Character Flaws and Their Meanings

Impulsiveness : Acts on instinct without careful planning. Perfectionism : Sets unrealistically high standards, leading to self-criticism. Indecisiveness : Struggles to commit to decisions or choose a path. Arrogance : Overestimates one’s abilities and dismisses others. Pessimism : Habitually expects negative outcomes in most situations. Cynicism : Distrusts the motives and sincerity of others. Overconfidence : Places excessive faith in one’s skills, often underestimating risks. Stubbornness : Resists change and refuses to adapt to new ideas. Jealousy : Feels envious of others' success or possessions. Insecurity : Experiences frequent self-doubt and a lack of confidence. Procrastination : Tends to delay tasks, often leading to missed opportunities. Passivity : Avoids taking initiative and relies on others to act. Aggressiveness : Responds with hostility or force rather than reason. Selfishness : Prioritizes personal gain over the welfare of others. Fragility : Is overly sensitive to criticism and easily discouraged. Egotism : Constantly focuses on oneself and one’s own importance. Defensiveness : Quickly rejects or rationalizes away critique or new information. Manipulativeness : Exploits others to fulfill personal needs or desires. Recklessness : Shows a careless disregard for potential risks or consequences. Resentfulness : Holds lingering bitterness and grudges over perceived wrongs. Distractibility : Finds it hard to maintain focus amid competing interests. Impatience : Lacks the willingness to wait, often spoiling opportunities to learn. Perfunctory : Performs actions in a mechanical, uninspired manner. Self-Doubt : Consistently questions personal abilities and decisions. Arbitraryness : Makes decisions based on whim rather than reason or evidence. Rigidity : Is inflexible and unwilling to consider alternative viewpoints. Gullibility : Trusts too easily, often leading to being misled or deceived. Obsession : Becomes excessively fixated on particular ideas or details. Aloofness : Maintains emotional distance, appearing detached or indifferent. Intolerance : Refuses to accept differing perspectives or lifestyles.

Writing Advice for Brainstorming

Mix genres and time periods: Experiment by combining elements from different eras or genres to create unique settings and narratives.

Use "what if" scenarios: Pose unexpected questions (e.g., What if time travel operated on emotions rather than mechanics?) to spark novel ideas.

Draw from diverse mediums: Engage with art, music, or even scientific papers to inspire unexpected plot twists.

Embrace absurdity: Let illogical or surreal ideas guide you; sometimes the wildest thoughts lead to compelling stories.

Reverse clichés: Identify common tropes in your favorite genres and deliberately invert them to create fresh perspectives.

Incorporate personal anomalies: Transform your idiosyncrasies and personal struggles into rich, multi-dimensional characters.

Use mind-mapping: Visually plot your ideas in a freeform way to uncover hidden connections between disparate elements.

[salaapaoo]

Writing with Colors

A list of resources to help you describe different colors in your writing.

The Color Thesaurus A collection of infographics that show various shades of different colors, each shade/color labeled by name.

Color Reference Chart Another collection of infographics that show various shades of different colors, each shade/color labeled by name.

Hair Color Reference Chart A collection of infographics that show various shades of different hair colors, each shade/color labeled by name.

Eye Color Reference Chart A collection of infographics that show various shades of blue, brown, and green eye colors, each shade/color labeled by name.

Different Ways to Describe Hazel Eyes A list of ideas and suggestions for describing hazel eyes. Can be used as prompts or for brainstorming.

Different Ways to Describe Green Eyes A list of ideas and suggestions for describing green eyes. Can be used as prompts or for brainstorming.

Different Ways to Describe Blue Eyes A list of ideas and suggestions for describing blue eyes. Can be used as prompts or for brainstorming.

Different Ways to Describe Brown Eyes A list of ideas and suggestions for describing brown eyes. Can be used as prompts or for brainstorming.

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[salaapaoo]

STOP DOING THIS IN INJURY FICS!!

Bleeding:

Blood is warm. if blood is cold, you’re really fucking feverish or the person is dead. it’s only sticky after it coagulates.

It smells! like iron, obv, but very metallic. heavy blood loss has a really potent smell, someone will notice.

Unless in a state of shock or fight-flight mode, a character will know they’re bleeding. stop with the ‘i didn’t even feel it’ yeah you did. drowsiness, confusion, pale complexion, nausea, clumsiness, and memory loss are symptoms to include.

blood flow ebbs. sometimes it’s really gushin’, other times it’s a trickle. could be the same wound at different points.

it’s slow. use this to your advantage! more sad writer times hehehe.

Stab wounds:

I have been mildly impaled with rebar on an occasion, so let me explain from experience. being stabbed is bizarre af. your body is soft. you can squish it, feel it jiggle when you move. whatever just stabbed you? not jiggly. it feels stiff and numb after the pain fades. often, stab wounds lead to nerve damage. hands, arms, feet, neck, all have more motor nerve clusters than the torso. fingers may go numb or useless if a tendon is nicked.

also, bleeding takes FOREVER to stop, as mentioned above.

if the wound has an exit wound, like a bullet clean through or a spear through the whole limb, DONT REMOVE THE OBJECT. character will die. leave it, bandage around it. could be a good opportunity for some touchy touchy :)

whump writers - good opportunity for caretaker angst and fluff w/ trying to manhandle whumpee into a good position to access both sites

Concussion:

despite the amnesia and confusion, people ain’t that articulate. even if they’re mumbling about how much they love (person) - if that’s ur trope - or a secret, it’s gonna make no sense. garbled nonsense, no full sentences, just a coupla words here and there.

if the concussion is mild, they’re gonna feel fine. until….bam! out like a light. kinda funny to witness, but also a good time for some caretaking fluff.

Fever:

you die at 110F. no 'oh no his fever is 120F!! ahhh!“ no his fever is 0F because he’s fucking dead. you lose consciousness around 103, sometimes less if it’s a child. brain damage occurs at over 104.

ACTUAL SYMPTOMS:

sluggishness

seizures (severe)

inability to speak clearly

feeling chilly/shivering

nausea

pain

delirium

symptoms increase as fever rises. slow build that secret sickness! feverish people can be irritable, maybe a bit of sass followed by some hurt/comfort. never hurt anybody.

ALSO about fevers - they absolutely can cause hallucinations. Sometimes these alter memory and future memory processing. they're scary shit guys.

fevers are a big deal! bad shit can happen! milk that till its dry (chill out) and get some good hurt/comfort whumpee shit.

keep writing u sadistic nerds xox love you

ALSO I FORGOT LEMME ADD ON:

YOU DIE AT 85F

sorry I forgot. at that point for a sustained period of time you're too cold to survive.

pt 2

also please stop traumadumping in the notes/tags, that's not the point of this post. it's really upsetting to see on my feed, so i'm muting the notifs for this post. if you have a question about this post, dm me, but i don't want a constant influx of traumatic stories. xox