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how do you work out character arcs and like who a character is? i’ve been working on this mc for like three days and i have a general idea but nothing figured out chronologically and i don’t even have a name for her 😭😭i have two side characters and the villain at least named and somewhat done with their character arcs but for the mc my brain won’t brain

id say the trick is figuring out what you want the ending to be. Who do you want your main character to be by the end? Now think of the opposite of that, that's your main character now. For example if in the end of a romance novel the main character is secure with her lover, and happy. In the beginning she would be unhappy and closed off from love.

Base this on whatever your plot is. You shouldn't really need to plan that much of a character arc, because your plot is how you get your characters to change. Whatever your plot is, it should force the character to be uncomfortable and make decisions they wouldn't make otherwise, eventually, that turns into your character development.

If you need help coming up with character traits check out the character traits thesaurus on one stop for writers

I'd focus more on organizing the plot points in chronological order.

For names, I love names as foreshadowing. You could do a name related to the plot or even their personality. If you want you can also play on names within your genre already. (ex: Juliette to Julie, Jules, Julia, Etta, etc)

Let me know if you have any questions or if anything isn't clear <3

(also sorry for the late reply, I had a chorus concert yesterday)

RANDOM WRITING TIP (from a writer who just got done actually WRITING, that’s how you know it’s good :D)

NEVER leave off writing at the end of something.

what I mean by that is if you finish a chapter, don’t stop there!! write at least a couple sentences of the next chapter, and then next time you write, it won’t be so hard to start and you’ll be starting off with stuff already there!!

also don’t stop at a scene that you’re having a hard time figuring out what to write next, or where you’re getting bored, or anything similar!! write past that, that way future you (especially if future you has executive dysfunction or is neurodivergent!!) won’t see that unnecessarily hard scene that they have to do and get discouraged!!

happy writing!!!

(also I’m gonna start putting a little disclaimer at the ends of these writing advice posts—quick disclaimer for my authors with OCD!! all writing advice is purely optional and meant to HELP YOU, and if something doesn’t click, don’t feel obligated to use it!! you know your story and writing style best!!)

heyyyy, authors and OC makers!! just got done making a list of some character names for a new project i have, figured i’d share ‘em!! :D

(I’m so benevolent :33)

i’ve literally been sitting here for like ten minutes waiting for my character for the new book i’m writing to tell me whether she’s trans or not. (i’m one of those authors who like to mentally chat with their characters as they write)

OCs. am i right?? why do they have to be so secretive??

(yes, [character name]—she’s currently unnamed—i am publicly shaming you on tumblr over this. lol)

hello!! continuing off from my last post, let me introduce the main cast for the book i’m writing!!

hello!! here is a snippet from the book i’m writing!! (my last post has drawings of the main cast btw)

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And then there’s a creaking sound. The ceiling starts to bend under their weight. Eight clutches at Seven’s hand, and then the ceiling is suddenly breaking apart under them and they’re falling.

Eight screams, and then she’s cut off as she hits the ground with a loud thump that knocks all the breath out of her. She doesn’t even have a moment to get any of the breath back before Seven is landing on top of her and knocking out any remaining breath.

When Seven doesn’t immediately move, Eight just rolls to the side and knocks him off. She sits up stiffly, managing to suck air into her lungs that feel like they’ve collapsed or something.

They’re in a dark room. Eight starts to feel a sense of dread as Seven sits up beside her.

“..I feel like we’re about to die,” she tells him blankly.

“WHAT?!” He looks like he might cry.

“No, it’s- it’s an expression.”

“Oh. So we’re not gonna die?”

“..I never said that.”

in like 20 years im gonna be a famous author and ppl r gonna be like obsessed w my books and theyre not gonna realize we MIGHTVE been mutuals on tumblr

Oh, how the foreign lands are beautiful,

And how tempting they are,

And how they lure you in,

And how long your stay there is.

And then you crave the familiarity of home.

You travel back, trekking through hours of travel,

Just to find yourself back where you started.

Hello, hello, hello! This is my first post! I've just made it back home from a vacation, and I thought Why not write a poem? So I did! This poem is about the allure of vacations, but not feeling fulfilled during them, and then, when you get home, wishing you were back on vacation.

What do I do When the only time I remember you Is when I feel your absence? And when the only time I can touch you Is in my dreams? And when I reach for you But you're not here? What do I do When you're the last thought on my mind As I drift off to sleep?

I wish you could come back.

I miss you.

THERE USED TO BE A LAKE HERE ONCE

A poetry collection about trans bodies, sapphic love, the desi queer community, and growing up Bengali in early 2000s Kolkata.

This is an indie debut poetry book by a non-binary Bengali author. Buying an author copy helps support me directly, as opposed to buying from a website.

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woah!!!! again?!?

remember that one post i made with a gf/dp crossover in which the ghost zone actually CONTAINS the mindscape? dont lie, i know you dont

i just remembered how cool that felt to me so !! im thinkin i might write a bit (just., gotta find it)

original prompt post: https://www.tumblr.com/bigfemboyenergy/749856656479879168/ok-ok-this-will-be-the-last-time-i-promise?source=share

Bill laughs as the kid stares straight through the hole he just shot through Bill’s bowtie. “I’m immortal here, kid! It’ll take more than that to kill me!” Immediately, the human changes his stance, as if preparing for some sort of violent response. Bill doesn’t even bother to so much as flick him as he says, “Whoa, whoa kid! How much trauma have you dealt with?” He openly laughs, his strange voice filling the odd, infinite space.

The boy adjusts his posture, tensing up a bit, as he seems to prepare a blast from his hand. To this, Bill stops laughing and continues to act fairly casual. “You know, you’re quite the sight for sore eye! I haven’t seen anyone in this realm outside of myself before!” He watches the human get a little less tense, before tensing up again, as if waiting for some surprise attack. “Look here, kid. I’m not in a fighting mood,” Bill starts, with a laugh. It’s obvious he’s being a little more serious, before he quickly returns to his overly odd cackle, “No matter how much you seem to be!”

Danny can’t help but suspect the thing. He can’t tell what it is, especially since it has no ghost-like aspects outside of its regeneration. After all, a yellow equilateral triangle with one giant eye, a bowtie, a cane, and a fashionable hat doesn’t seem..quite normal to become, for those who’ve passed. It irks him to see something so strange and oddly, uncomfortably threatening, within his domain. Danny can’t help but feel protective over his realm, as the Ruler of the Infinite Realms, a title he gained since his defeat of Pariah Dark. His obsession with protecting others also doesn’t help.

But Danny really knows something’s up. He’s never even heard of such an odd being in the Realms before, something he doesn’t expect despite its vastness. With a deep breath that he doesn’t quite need to take, he finally speaks to the creature: “What even are you?” Danny doesn’t even care to sugarcoat his words. This being surely hasn’t done so with its own, so why not be so straightforward?

The beast’s singular eye almost illustrates the emotion of grinning. Danny only notices now, but the creature almost pulses as it seems to speak, with no mouth in sight. “I’m a dream demon, isn’t it obvious? The name’s Bill Cipher, make sure you don’t forget it!” It asks, a clearly rhetorical, purely joking, question, before continuing. “From a world in which direction, dimension, and disaster have no meaning! Where 2D is the new 3D, and life is near worthless!” Danny watches as the thing calling itself a ‘dream demon’ bursts into a fit of laughter, it seeming to find everything very entertaining. He must say, he isn’t satisfied with the being’s answer. It just seems to leave even more questions.

Danny lets himself relax as the demon questions him right back; “Who, rather than what, are you, kid?”

Bill watches the human closely with his eye, waiting for an inevitable response, whether with words or actions. It’s rather exciting to practically hear the gears in the boy’s brain turning as he thinks deeply. Within a minute or so, the kid responds, “Phantom. People call me Phantom.” Bill nods, in a way that his unusual body will let him. Everything about the boy only seems to get more interesting. “Say, what business do you have here, Phantom?” Bill questions, with a smirk-like look in his eye.

Phantom gives Bill a calculating look. “I am the ruler of these realms, actually.” This greatly surprises Bill, who rotates his cane in his hand thoughtfully. “Well, who’d have thunk it! Why, kid, you’re quite the little mystery!” He laughs, his voice once again resonating through the infinite space.

It seems like the two are in for a ride- one of the “emotional rollercoaster” type.

oh no not again sighh

welcome back to another case of I REMEMBERED HOW MUCH I LOVE BILL CIPHER AND GRAVITY FALLS

im already swamped with things in my brain and i feel like unproductive shit bc i havent spoken to anyone in hours but! thats okay ig i dont n e e d human interaction right.. haha??

bill cipher though. he has a canon human design (which i assume is mostly a joke but HUH) which is crazy and nightmarish and disgusting (creativity be damned, its horrific, love that for him)

and like ive been desperately waiting for the book of bill for several months now

AND AND topic change!!! i really love writing dipper bc hes a nerd and im a nerd and i genuinely adore his character (sorry mabel likers /j) so i want to write more BUT ITS PROBABLY CRINGE IF I ADD ANYTHING “flavorful” TO IT 💀💀 but uh i think i might just self indulge in a dip & dan just randomly meeting thing i came up with in a comic forever ago mmm

anyway, it goes like this;

Dipper, tired of the repetitiveness of his days working in the Mystery Shack, decides to take a short walk. Just for..”some air”, as he told Mabel, but deep down he knows that isn’t true. He has this yearn for adventure that he wants to fulfill, but he wants to do it alone- a bit unusual for him, he thinks. Alas, he leaves the Shack, determined to find something of interest. He takes with him his very own journal, formatted just like Ford’s, tucked safely under one of his arms.

Walking through the familiar forest around the Mystery Shack, Dipper takes his time to look around. The tall, thick oak trees, the weeds growing from all around the worn, dirt path he’s walking down..it’s very beautiful, but as it grows dark, it feels much more mystical. He takes a small, stable breath as he chooses to stray from the path, the sun lowering in the sky, leaving the moonlight to guide him. This is when Dipper realizes..he forgot to bring a flashlight.

With a slightly-frustrated sigh, he turns to head back home to the Shack, but finds himself a bit lost. Giving up quickly, for the sake of his unparalleled desire to explore, he pushes onwards into the woods. It isn’t long before he wishes he had gone back. The darker it gets, the harder it is for Dipper to keep himself calm. He’s always been fairly paranoid, but in a forest as enchanting and mysterious as this, especially due to the dark, he’s finding it hard not to worry.

As his anxiety builds, fear flowing through his veins as the sky continues to darken above him, the trees towering over him growing thicker as he continues to walk deeper into the woods, only making it harder to see..he finds a light. A soft, calming glow, almost calling out to him. It’s a peaceful green, a bit bewildering, but it does wonders for his anxiety in the moment, before he realizes that something is clearly in the forest with him. However, despite his earlier fear, he can’t seem to feel nearly as scared, the soft light almost comforting him. Taking a second to think, though not nearly enough to make a rational decision, he heads towards the light. Slowly and carefully, he walks towards it, watching as he starts to make out a figure, the supposed source of the glow.

As he continues his slow approach, he stops every few seconds to hide, not wanting to alert the being to his presence. At least he is wary enough to know he could be in danger, though Dipper somewhat laments his lack of thought earlier.

Once he’s close enough to really get a good look, Dipper feels his heartbeat speed up with both excitement and terror. The being looks so human, and yet it all feels so fascinating, as he knows it truly can’t be just that. They appear to be a boy not much older than him, with white hair and..glowing green eyes! Now knowing the source of the light, Dipper feels rather accomplished. He decides that, once he gets home, he’ll postpone everything just to write a bit about this in his journal.

In his excitement, however, Dipper hears a twig crack beneath his feet as he takes a step forward. Without a moment’s hesitation, the boy’s head turns to face his direction; though, luckily, Dipper had already hidden himself behind some close-growing trees, and therefore hasn’t yet been spotted. The boy slowly moves towards Dipper, his feet making no sound, the crunching of the grass and crackling of twigs that would normally come with walking through such a forest..surprisingly not present.

Dipper bursts into a run, panic setting in. He wasn’t thinking for just a second, and now he’s alerted the person to his presence.. he can’t think, he can’t stop, his brain is just telling him to move, his fight or flight kicking in, leading him to run and run with no end in sight. After a long while, with a bit of tripping and getting caught on branches, he finds himself at the edge of the treeline, back at the Mystery Shack. It doesn’t look like the boy followed him. With a long, shaky sigh, Dipper cracks a smile. He did ask for an adventure, and that was just what he got. Entering the Mystery Shack, he immediately heads up the stairs and to his room, eagerly flipping open to a fresh page of his journal, not hesitating to write things down.

Not sparing a detail, he describes the mystery person; a boy of white hair, green eyes, pale skin, and with an eerie, ghastly glow, who makes not a sound when he walks through such an undergrowth-heavy forest.. It intrigues Dipper to no end. He can’t help but want to learn more..

Next time, he thinks, he won’t forget to bring a flashlight.

i guess its just me and the 4 hour long playlist of my story against the world.

Help me re-write correctly

So, My GF and I seemed to have accidentally given a Character Ticks and we didnt notice, now, before we put him in a Book, so Everybody who has Ticks, Can You Tell me what i should avoid while Writing and What i should definitly Include, etc.?

(I didnt want to rely on Google Research alone and thought asking People would probably be the best)

A reminder to please take a chance on indie authors the same way you might indie films or indie video games. A lot of us work hard to create quality stories that are too subversive or unmarketable for a mainstream audience and if you're tired of the schlock that gets turned out by the big corps your next perfect read could be being peddled by a tiny nonentity on the corner of social media sending posts out on nothing but hope and a prayer. Don't write us off.

I've got a lot of weird things.

Like, a sci-fi epic where I forgot to include humans lol.

Or reverse harem where she gets all the men :D

A reminder to please take a chance on indie authors the same way you might indie films or indie video games. A lot of us work hard to create quality stories that are too subversive or unmarketable for a mainstream audience and if you're tired of the schlock that gets turned out by the big corps your next perfect read could be being peddled by a tiny nonentity on the corner of social media sending posts out on nothing but hope and a prayer. Don't write us off.

I’ll introduce the kids first, for people interested.

Kari (She/They) is a dragon/Tiefling hybrid from Nythia. She’s the, I guess, most main character. She has the most chapters in her POV so far. Her godly parent is Trix the god of nature. So, as a result Kar loves plants and animals and being outside more than anything, she’s basically the team Ranger. She is half Tiefling and half dragon biologically but she and her brother have been adopted by their step dad and are honorary werewolves.

Wren (She/Her) is a mermaid from Earth specifically New York City. Her Godly parent is Casp, the god of the Sea. She (other than Killian) is the most extroverted of the team and is our bard.

Her mom and her came from Estos when she was about two and got dropped in NYC. Her mom began a relationship with two men and so Wren has two dads.

Killian (He/Him) is a Human from Ostar. His Godly parent is Rhian, the god of magic. He is by far the most extroverted member of the team and since he’s a prince he uses his ‘powers’ to get the kids into certain places.

Killi got roped into the group because Kari got captured while in Ostar and got ‘sold’ to Killian’s family. Killi got given her because in the royal family of Ostar when you reach a certain age you need to obtain a halfblood (which is the word for any none human). They met and bonded because Killi doesn’t treat Kar like a pet. Because he’s a human it takes a while for Forrest and Killi to get along.

Forrest (He/Him) is an Avian from Virith. He lives with his little sisters, his mom, and his other parent. His godly parent is Anwyn, the goddess of medicine and life. He’s a trans guy and has a prosthetic arm. Because of his mom, he’s our team healer, even though he’s an absolutely massive tank of a dude.

Skye (They/Them) is an elf from Askil. Their godly parent is Pharos, the god of craftsmanship and precious metals. They’re the team blacksmith, despite them looking more delicate because of their elven heritage. They have really long blonde hair with tons of braids with trinkets and other little things woven throughout.

Each country/kingdom is based on real world countries so Kari is East Asian, Romani, and Scottish;

Wren is African, South American, Hawaiian, Caribbean, Mediterranean, and because of her adopted dads, she’s Latina and Native American;

Killian is Southern.

Forrest is French and Canadian.

And, Skye is a little Spanish and European.

Would anyone be interested if I rambled about the characters for the book I’m writing? It’s a fantasy series that I think people would like!

It’s kind of similar to The Owl House and has some Percy Jackson vibes along with Dnd and Game of Thrones.

I just wanted to say that amount of love and requests y’all have been sending my way has been absolutely incredible💕 To be honest the main reason I stopped posting for so long was because I got really frustrated and insecure with my writing and felt like anything I made wasn’t good enough but y’alls support has really lit my creative fire again and given me the inspiration I needed to restart my authors journey! I really appreciate every one of you🫶

Also just wanted to say that because I have received so many requests (on top of trying to write a series) it may take me a little bit to get all of them posted so pls be patient with me🫶

My brain yesterday: creates chapters full of the most beautiful poetic descriptions and dialogue known to man

My brain today: what the fuck is words