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I have an athropromophized college (that got unreasonably popular with my entire degree program) that sadistically and intentionally forces students to work day and night, ruining their backs, wrists, and futures to fuel the monopolized industry that's currently crippled and starved, all for his own profit.
He's also a perverted little shoe-licker with a bunch of other friends.
It's animation. The animation industry. The account is @mr_sheridan on instagram. (It's kinda old now)
I wanna make an appreciation post for everyone's villain OCs. Please please please tell me about the most nasty, vicious, evil little bastard from your brain.
I promise I'll be perfectly normal about them and not make them my blorbo <3
Miss Powerless
Miss Power was enraged, feet thumping the floor of her spaceship. "Stupid WordGirl thinks she can just get rid of me," she said, as Colonel Gigglecheeks watched on nervously. "I'll show her, that puny little child! I made her strong, and that's how she repays me? I can't let her just get away with that, can I now?"
Colonel Gigglecheeks shook his head and let out a few squeaks that Miss Power understood to mean 'No'.
"Good. Glad we're on the same page. Autopilot, set a course for the filthy mudball known as Earth."
(WORD UP!)
Theodore McCallister was having a pretty normal day when Miss Power landed on Earth for a second time. "Hello, bad hair baby," she sneered into his ear.
"Hi, Miss Power," Tobey said. His face was relaxed into an almost bored expression. "What brings you here?"
"What brings you to wear that awful sweater vest with those shoes?" Miss Power retorted.
"I like them." Tobey's answer was short, sweet, and apathetic; it made Miss Power want to scream. Where was the pain, the pang of sadness after being mocked? Instead, Tobey simply continued to work on his new robot.
"D-do you like your dumb hair, too? Huh?" She prodded at him to get a reaction, a finger jabbing into the side of his head.
"You're very annoying, Miss Power," Tobey said. "Don't you know anybody else around here?"
Miss Power rolled her eyes. "O-Of course I do! Do you really think I don't have better things to do? See you around, robot loser." She put Colonel Gigglecheeks on her shoulder and took off.
(WORD UP!)
Dr Two-Brains was with his henchmen carrying (legally bought) cheese to a van when Miss Power intruded. "Great, it's you," the mad scientist said, the henchmen groaning.
"What? Why are you all so . . . not-caring?" Miss Power snapped.
"The word you're looking for is nonchalant. WordGirl taught us that," Dr Two-Brains said. "You'd know that if you were a smarter superhero."
Miss Power growled and advanced towards the white-haired inventor. "You can't say that about me!"
"Yeah, you're right. Calling you a superhero puts real superheroes to shame. You're not even that heroic."
"Oh yeah?" Miss Power grabbed Dr Two-Brains by his collar and pulled him up to her face, nose-to-nose with the evil genius. "Well, how about I dangle you off the side of a really tall building, or a cliff? What will you say about that?"
"That I was right about how you're not heroic." That same apathetic look Tobey had was on Dr Two-Brains' face.
"Ugh! This is WordGirl's doing, isn't it? Where is she? Where's WordGirl?"
"Probably doing real hero stuff," Dr Two-Brains said.
"AAARGH!" Miss Power dropped Dr Two-Brains on the floor and flew off.
"Are you OK, boss?" Charlie asked.
"Yeah," Dr Two-Brains said, dusting himself off. "WordGirl's got it from here."
(WORD UP!)
WordGirl was helping a young boy conquer his fear of heights when Miss Power flew in. "What did you do?" she hissed.
"Kenny, we'll continue this tomorrow," she said, helping him down from the tree and watching him run off in terror. "What do you want?" she asked her former mentor.
"I want to know what you did to the villains. They don't care about anything!" Miss Power's hair stood on end as it crackled with electricity. "It's getting on my nerves."
"I taught them some anti-bullying tactics," WordGirl said. "You gain strength from harsh words and the impact they have, so we're cutting you off. We're all cutting you off."
"What? You can't do that!"
"I can and I have. They're my villains; handling them is my job. And you're not welcome here. Is that understood?"
"You're such a baby, WordGirl. What are you going to do to make me leave?"
"Nothing," Wordgirl smiled.
Miss Power stifled a laugh. "Really? You won't do anything to stop me? Am I too big and scary for weak widdle WordGirl?"
"Nah. I just figured that I didn't have to," WordGirl said. "You came all the way here to argue with me. And you're losing! And the supervillains may not have any respect for the law, but they're not stupid. When I tell them the perfect way to handle you, they'll listen to me. You're getting weaker without someone to be affected by your harsh words, aren't you?"
"No, I'm not! Get over here!" Miss Power charged at WordGirl at the raging speed of . . . a snail. Actually, saying that is probably an insult to snails.
"Captain Huggyface was right! You use the hurt from people you insult to make yourself stronger!" WordGirl cheered. "Now that you don't have that, fighting you will be easy!"
"Really? Colonel Gigglecheeks, attack!" Miss Power ordered the orange space rodent forward.
"Come to think of it, I never found out which faction of the military Colonel Gigglecheeks served in," WordGirl said.
"What?" Miss Power spluttered. "No, Colonel Gigglecheeks was never in any army or military. I just called him that because it was cool-sounding."
"So this is stolen valour?" WordGirl asked. "Just when I thought you couldn't get any lower." Captain Huggyface let out some angry space monkey shrieks about his time in the service. Colonel Gigglecheeks shrank in shame, his elastic limbs retreating away from the child superhero.
"What are you doing? Fight her!" Miss Power insisted. "You're going to let her talk you out of it?" Colonel Gigglecheeks hid behind her cape, chittering fearfully.
"WordGirl, your theory was correct! Without the power you get from making people sad with your mean words, you can't do anything!" Dr Two-Brains cheered.
"We shouldn't call her Miss Power! She's Miss Powerless!" Tobey crowed.
"I think you should leave," WordGirl said with a smile, hovering to the level where her eyes met her former mentor's. Then the smile dropped off her face as she whispered a line that made the blonde lady's blood run cold.
"And never come back."
A dystopian sci-fi where the “opressed” cave dwellers rise up only to find out the city-people had no idea they were there and are more than willing to help.
"I have loved every version of you"
I grimaced. The youth in my face fought the years I've lived, trying to express shame.
He stretched out a honey browned hand from his chair, paper thin skin lightly freckled from the sun, to gently stroke my once-again, soft cheek. He smiled as I leaned into it, shifting back into the wrinkled familiar face he knew and grew old with.
I see him smirk. He recognizes the frown I make with this face, the one which I've habitually made for the past 50 years since we first met.
I'd been old. Centuries really. Monsters like me didn't count the years anymore, just eras, and I'd seen several by then.
I already knew him well. I knew all of my victims well. To him, I was the baker, the shopkeeper, the librarian, the accountant, and soon, I would be his first love.
I was meant to kill him that day. We'd agree to run off into the woods, to elope and be married before we were promised to someone else. His warm human eyes glittered with excitement, fear, and love. A love that churned my stomach and held my jaws tight, and made me want to be human, with him. I couldn't kill him.
I let him live out his life. I became his mate, his home, and the love of his life. And he became mine. So I became his mailman, his doctor, his boss, and his friend. Anything to see him more. I thought he never noticed.
But today he lowered himself in his chair, the one he'd once bought from me as a furniture maker, held my hand and settled his rich warm eyes on me.
"I have loved every version of you."
"W-what?"
"I have loved every version of you." He repeated in a sure and steady tone.
"I-what?"
"My dear, I've known my entire life. I know what you are and I love you still."
My breath caught. He kisses my hand and continues.
"I want you to do what you meant to do all those years ago when my death is near."
Oh. He knew. I cried, letting a ripple of shapes flicker across my body and settled on the one he loved as a young man. He knew and he knew and he knew. He'd known what I was and he'd still loved me.
I grimaced. The youth in my face fought the years I've lived, trying to express shame.
He stretched out a honey browned hand from his chair, paper thin skin lightly freckled from the sun, to gently stroke my once-again, soft cheek. He smiled as I leaned into it, shifting back into the wrinkled familiar face he knew and grew old with.
"I love you too"
you are a shapeshifting monster who has been blending in with society for years. Today you accidently shifted back in front of your significant other.
Just had a dream about having a kid with my partner. Normally I forget these dreams but I think the face of the kid will haunt me forever.
Kids are terrifying.
Falin, Oil on paper and digital
how does it know when a poem is accidental? does it know context?
and so you and i are two oranges in the same bag at the store
really factual recounting with no embellishments whatsoever
really factual recounting with no embellishments whatsoever
I need to run a survey really quick. This isn't serious, but I need people to cooperate and not cheat for the sake of it because it'll skew the results.
Imagine you wake up tomorrow and you realize you (and everyone else in the world) can turn into an animal (And back into a human) at will.
Please go to this link to see what animal it will be for you:
(this is random, and yes, you only get one, no redos)
With this in mind, please reply to the following questions as truthfully as possible based on your current situation. (Not an ideal fantasy one.)
"THE BOOK JUST SAID "LOVE DEMON"!! AND YOU SAID YOUR DAD'S NAME WAS NATE. NATE FUCKING HEATHERS."
"well you got the "fucking" part right"
"Sweetie can we not bring the family business into this?"
"Dad-"
"Nope. Nuh uh. Last time we had this conversation I found you at an ORGY just because I told you I wouldn't do 'bring your kid to work' day. And you're explaining this to your mother, because I sure don't want to be the one explaining the incident THIS time."
"YOU WERE AT AN ORGY?!"
"I told you I wasn't a virgin. Also mom says that our home is a safe place and I'm free to explore my identity however I want Dad."
"So uh. Are we still doing the love curse hex?" One of the minions quipped. "I kinda gotta go..."
The demon made a disappointed noise. "I don't get paid enough for this..."
A group of demon worshippers are about to sacrifice you but what they don’t know is that the demon they follow is your loving parent.
Ben and Jerry’s is dangerous ice cream... capitalizes on the evolutionary human instinct to dig for chunks... before you know it half the pint gone
"I mean I tried to tell them."
"Honey, I thought you were going to make good friends this time, not demon worshippers. That's just weird."
"CAN SOMEONE PLEASE EXPLAIN WHAT'S GOING ON."
A group of demon worshippers are about to sacrifice you but what they don’t know is that the demon they follow is your loving parent.
One unexpected thing about being on T is the way that cis men are also jealous of you
In a world where it is no longer trendy to have an ordinary human body, the kids are all flocking to get cybernetics. Your mom has banned you from getting any until you turn 18.
After feeding your pet human, you are shocked when it says “thank you” in your language.
10 Best Books About Writing Fiction
Someone recently asked me for some fiction writing book recommendations, so here they are!
Some fiction writing teachers try to steer their students clear of books about writing. While it’s true that there’s a lot of bad or dubious writing advice out there, my philosophy is that more information is always better. Over the years, I’ve read voraciously about fiction writing–upwards of 50 books about the writing life, plot, fiction craft, dialogue, character development, you name it. While I got a little something from each one, here are the 5 star gems that are worth sharing. Enjoy!
Best Books About the Writing Life
Bird by Bird, Anne Lamott
It’s a classic for a reason. Lamott’s trademark humor makes for an effortless read as she shares her wisdom into the process of writing. Equal parts technical help, encouragement, and brutal honesty balance throughout the book, keeping the reader engaged and in good spirits from start to finish.
From Where You Dream, Robert Olen Butler
Butler’s ideas about the process of writing fiction are not necessarily unique, but I’ve found no other book that discusses the writing “trance” as thoroughly as this one. The exercises in this book teach how you to access the writing “dream state” that good stories often come from. The book can be a little esoteric at times, but it’s worth the patience it takes to understand what Butler is getting at here. Especially recommended for writers who have intrusive inner critics, and those who have strong ideas but find that their writing feels lackluster and flat.
The Writing Life, Annie Dillard
This is a short read, so I’ll just provide a titillating quote and you can go pick it up for yourself: “One of the few things I know about writing is this: spend it all, shoot it, play it, lose it, all, right away, every time. Do not hoard what seems good for a later place in the book, or for another book; give it, give it all, give it now… Something more will arise for later, something better. These things fill from behind, from beneath, like well water. Similarly, the impulse to keep to yourself what you have learned is not only shameful, it is destructive. Anything you do not give freely and abundantly becomes lost to you. You open your safe and find ashes.” -Annie Dillard
Best Books About Fiction Craft
Self-Editing for Fiction Writers, Rennie Browne and Dave King
Hands down, this is the best craft book on the market. It’s written for beginning writers, but is layered and subtle enough to be useful for advanced writers as well. I’ve read and re-read this book at many different stages of my learning process and taken away something new each time. Unlike the cover suggests, this is not a book about grammar. It shows you how to edit for flow and syntax, to properly tag your dialogue, the basics of show-don’t-tell, as well as providing helpful exercises where you get to try your hand at editing once you’ve learned the techniques.
Stein on Writing, Sol Stein
Make no mistake: Sol Stein is a pompous asshole. But he’s also super, duper smart. I consider this to be an advanced craft book, just because of the level of detail he goes into, but I think a beginner would get a lot out of it as well. Another classic, which means it’s almost always at the library.
Writing Fiction: A Guide to the Narrative Craft, Janet Burroway
Yes, this is a text book. Thick. Heavy. Teeny tiny print. But it’s good. And because it has a million editions, you can get an old version used on the internet for like $.04. Especially nice are the full-length short stories that are supplied as examples in the back of every chapter.
Best Book About Dialogue
Writing Dialogue, Tom Chiarella
Chiarella doesn’t bog the reader down with his own set of hard rules about dialogue, instead he skillfully and humorously persuades the reader about what works and what doesn’t. Busting such myths as “dialogue sounds like real speech,” he gives dozens of creepy-writer-stalker tips like “crowding” and “jotting,” which is basically where you eavesdrop on people and write down what they’re saying. I now carry a notebook on my person at all times specifically for this purpose. I think this book might be out of print (yet 50 Shades of Gray makes millions… is there no justice in this world?), but you can still get it on the internet for a decent price. Do it now before it’s too late!
Best Books About Plot
Plot Whisperer, Martha Alderson
Stupid title, great book. Alderson talks about the idea of the “Universal Story,” which is the process of struggle (conflict) and transformation (climax and resolution) present in most stories. These “energy markers,” she says, are so inherent in our lives, and in the very idea of story itself, that they can be found in almost every plotted novel. She then proceeds to go into insane detail describing these markers and how to incorporate them into your own writing in order to make a plot that resonates with readers. From time to time she also drops some wisdom a la The Artist’s Way (which she calls, I believe, “The Writer’s Way”), helping writers to overcome the hurdles of writing a book. While Alderson is not a writer herself, she has been studying plot and assisting writers with plot struggles for over a decade, and her knowledge and credibility shine in this book. I came away with a much deeper understanding of the purpose of plot and how to wield it, and highly recommend this book.
Wired for Story, Lisa Cron
The sensational subtitle (“The Writer’s Guide to Using Brain Science to Hook Readers from the Very First Sentence”) makes it sound like one of those smarmy write-a-novel-in-30-days books, but don’t be fooled. This the best book on plot I’ve read. It’s devoted to the idea of ‘story’–what makes a story, what people are ‘wired’ to look for and want in a story, and how to satisfy those cravings in your fiction. The ‘brain science’ part is presented in a very accessible way, and Cron only gives us enough information to make her point, never overloading the reader with jargon. She talks a lot about the brain’s unconscious impulse to track patterns, make connections, and look for cause-and-effect, and how to translate that into good storytelling. Her definition of 'story’ alone is more valuable than 200 pages of most fiction craft books. There are endless gems in this book, and now my copy (that I purchased! with money! that’s saying a lot already) is completely marked up with pencil and sticky notes. I know this is a book I will refer to time and time again. Highly recommended.
Writing Fiction for Dummies, Randy Ingermanson
If you’re looking for advice about craft, the finer points of good prose, or syntax, look elsewhere. But if you want help with your plot and structure, how to organize scenes, when to cut a scene, how to analyze your characters, keeping your story focused, and what order to do it all in, Ingermanson might just blow your mind. His “Snowflake Method” of plotting is loved by thousands, and is discussed in length all over the internet for free. If it resonates with you, you might want to do what I did and buy the book.
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THIS. MAKES ME SO MAD. BECAUSE I WAS SHARING A TUB OF COOKIE DOUGH ICE CREAM WITH MY SIBLING AND THEY. DUG. OUT. ALL. THE. COOKIES.
IT LOOKED LIKE A MOLE INFESTATION I WAS SO ANGRY
Ben and Jerry’s is dangerous ice cream... capitalizes on the evolutionary human instinct to dig for chunks... before you know it half the pint gone
I heard once that art is an ad for what the soul wants
How does feel for you to create art?
I was talking with a friend recently and the topic of the conversation was, quote-unquote, self abuse through art.
And i noticed.
We feel our creation processes differently.
For her, it was like turning frustrated tears into a river from which drink thirsty deer. It’s pouring out resentment and loneliness and anger at how she was wronged.
For me, it’s more like reopening healing wounds and turning the blood beautiful. I use more sadness and mourning and fear. Almost like an apology. Almost like a quiet story told at dawn. It feels like pleading.
And it all got me curious, artists and writers and poets, how does it feel like for you?
Please don’t hesitate reblogging your experience, i want to know all.
(Also, it doesn’t have to be about everything you’ve ever written, just a general vibe or a theme you find yourself returning to often)
Streamers say 'mods' the same way a medieval lord would say 'guards'
"we know how to move our bodies, but i didn't know how to manage my heart, so you need help for this"
hi we need to talk more about judo gold medallist christa deguchi.
BRUH YOURE FORTY WHAT ARE YOU DOING ON THIS WEBSITE
Developing allergies as an adult is so weird b/c you’re just going about your life assuming you’ve got the basics of existing in a corporeal form figured out and suddenly it just WHAT THE FUCK WHY AM I ON FIRE
