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[xavixax]

I am my mother's daughter. I might love you to the point of insanity, to the point of anger, to the point of destruction. But I am also my father's child, and I'll stay silent—silent in my suffocated anger and silent in my love for you.

[tightjeansjavi]

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Everytime I have a negative thought about my writing, or find myself comparing my writing to another writer, I tell myself this: comparison destroys creativity

[starshotspiderz]

Alex Mason who accidentally writes a bunch of numbers instead of your name on a birthday card.

And he just stands there like

Aww...

[gigireece16]

how i’m trying to distract myself in my writing from everything that’s been occurring 😅😅

[okamirayne]

[coffee-stainedwriting]

Writing Flaws

Yesterday I posted a list of random flaws to give your characters. Today, I'm posting a few tips about writing flaws :) Enjoy

Give your character a few. Everyone has multiple flaws and it's important when writing realistic characters to keep this in mind. Also remember; some are going to be more prominent or visible than others.

Give importance to their flaws. Whether their flaw of being nosy leads them into trouble or a new part of the story, make the flaws count. You don't have to incorporate all of them, or even one for each character, but make the flaws progress. This also helps if you get stuck writing. Another way to make them important is to have a character arc, simple but effective. Remember, it takes time to get out of old habits so even if the character grows they will likely retain bits of their old personality. It also keeps it interesting

Be consistent. Pretty easy to explain, if your character is dogmatic, don't allow them to be all accepting of a new ideology just to make writing easier.

Don't forget the little things. Apply their flaw to small parts of the story, this makes it more believeable and more interesting to read.

Thank you for reading, have a good day!

[waterloou]

a kiss on their palm, then holding their hand against their own face

Jesper came home to a bright and bubbly but very drunk Wylan.

“Jes!” He had barely made it in the door before he was tackled by an enthusiastic Wylan, “you’re home!”

“And you’re drunk!” Jesper tucked a curl behind his ear before kissing Wylan’s cheek.

“So pretty” Wylan cooed, cupping Jesper’s face in his hands.

“You’re so pretty” Jesper responded. Wylan giggled, face turning bright red as he clumsily pressed his lips to Jesper’s chin.

“Oh thank goodness you’re home!” Nina called from the living room, a passed out Matthias on her lap, “thought I’d be taking care of two drunkards.”

“I hardly believe you were sober most of it.”

“You know me well enough to know I have a tolerance.” Nina quipped, “and besides, Matty and Wy had rough days, figured they needed it.”

Jesper turned back to his boyfriend, who had remained insistent on pressing kisses wherever he could reach. Jesper took his hand and kissed his palm before pressing it to his face.

“I say we should get ready for bed, hm? You’re looking a little sleepy”

“Not sleepy,” Wylan pouted.

“Oh you’re soooooo sleepy you wanna cuddle me sooo bad you want to sleep so much” Jesper threaded their fingers together.

Wylan struggled to keep his pout before bursting into giggles.

[pandora-writes-one-piece]

I've got you, fam!

I'm trying reeeeeally hard to have another chapter of The Great Pretender out today or tomorrow. Really, really hard! I might succeed!

[alexa-yukiyu]

I have finished August and spetember requests!! Again it might be one of those thing like ‘really? She celebrating that?’ but you have to celebrate even what might seem silly. Back then I thought the writer’s block was gonna be the end of me but I came back!!

[ramen-writes]

You stay behind this time around. It's on purpose really. While the others go fight, or in missions and quests you decide to stay back.

Make sure the villagers get their supplies, be the guy in the chair when needed, maybe organize the library while you're at it.

You help them draft the plan and really being the guy in the chair is easier done at home than in a forest with no service.

You can fight, sure but it's not something you prefer doing so why not stay behind?

Well, while you're doing exactly that you get the news that your friends have been captured.

So now you are the one who has to save them.

[ask-miasma-ghoul]

A cruel irony, this light,

no more than borrowed.

He touched my hand, his warmth, a foreign sun,

and I, a husk of wilted roses, pretended to bloom.

He speaks of kindness, a language I translate

into the sharp, slick edge of a memory,

the way a life slips, a whisper, then nothing.

He sees a saint, polished and new,

but the blood still stains my inner eye,

a mural only I can truly see.

He loves me, this sweet, untainted thing,

and I, a predator in a lamb's fleece,

accept his adoration, a twisted offering.

He trusts the wings, the halo, the lie.

He doesn't know the truths I cradle,

the screams that echo in the hollows of my bones,

and the faces, blurred and broken, that haunt my sleep.

He sees only the surface, a reflection of his own purity,

and I let him.

Each gentle word, a sharpened shard,

a reminder of the chasm between us.

He builds a heaven, while I,

in the quiet corners of my redeemed soul,

contemplate the next descent.

My love is a cage, gilded and cruel,

and he, my beautiful, unknowing captive.

@ask-onyxghoul

[vyoongi]

I really vibe with your post about Caracalla and his vulnerability, and Idk if you saw the video where Fred Hechinger says that really both twins have needs that have never been met all their lives, and what they really crave is to be held and taken care of.

That is especially true for Caracalla who I feel deep down wants tenderness, and I’m trying to write a fic about that of him falling for (or obsessing over) someone that he feels she can give him that tender love he’s always craved. 🥺

Thank you so much for your message! I’m really glad you connected with my post about Caracalla and his vulnerability. I did see the video where Fred talks about the twins' unmet needs, and I think it adds so much depth to their dynamic. It’s heartbreaking, really, to think about how, despite all their power and privilege, they were essentially two lost boys craving love and care;;

The idea that both Caracalla and Geta wanted to be held and cared for feels so poignant, especially when you consider how their relationship with each other was likely their only source of understanding, but also the root of so much conflict. I think their inability to meet each other’s needs, combined with their roles as emperors, created this tragic spiral where they couldn’t fully be vulnerable with anyone.

And please, do write! It would be very interesting to read and I'd love to know what kind of character you think would draw his attention! There’s so much potential to explore his emotional depth, his contradictions, and how his love (or fixation) could be both his salvation and his undoing 🤭

[coffeebooksandmore]

I'm ashamed by everything I do

How I eat, how much I eat, and what I want to eat

How I sit, bad posture, fat spilling over

I delete more texts than I send

I tell myself there's something wrong with me 50 times a day like a mantra

Let me fade into the background so you can’t see the flaws

(I only like to be seen through a lens I've crafted specially through which you can only see what I've painted of myself)

I'm standing over the Eel river and think about how much I wish I lost 10 pounds

I'm reminded once again how I’m stuck

in a loop that debilitates me

I ask myself for forgiveness

Hands clutched tight

I lay the knife down

(Ungrasping the cold metal )

Punishment has not been fruitful all these years

I wonder how the light of forgiveness will taste

[xavixax]

I wonder if I could lick your scent off of the pages you wrote to me,

if I could pump it into my veins,

if I could my wrists would never bleed again,

And were you to leave,

I would never breathe again,

(I would never breathe you out)

[okamirayne]