☾☽ ━☆ﾟ. * ･ ｡ﾟ

perrie bell. xxiii. ☆ﾟ. * ･ ｡

[jxsminewrites]

reasons to not quit writing:

your writing is a skill, not an inborn talent (unless, yeah, maybe it is). not everyone can do what you do and love

everyone says they want to write a book. everyone has what it takes to write a book. not everyone does it anyway. you be the small percentage of success you read about

your writing will always seem brickshit horrible because you wrote and read it a million times

you love this writing thingy. quitting it will be like cutting off your fingers one by one.

someone out there will want to read what you wrote.

someone out there wants to know what is on your mind. 

someone out there appreciates your art. they will share it with their friends. they will share it with their loved ones. they will share it with their future self because maybe what you wrote saved them.

if you give up now, you know you will just come back to it again, whether it’s years from now, months, or next week. you love writing, that’s why you planted the seed of thought that you are going to write this book, and whether you come back to it or not, your unwritten stories will come back to you.

[dangerpronewrites]

HOW TO WRITE A CHARACTER BIOGRAPHY THAT LASTS.

hi, everyone – today i wanted to talk about a topic i see a lot of people struggle with, and that’s writing biographies that can “go the distance” so to speak in a roleplay. now, i’m gonna preface this by saying that there is nothing wrong with appless/biography-less characters, and sometimes, they are great explorations of character. i have some myself, and i’ve sometimes used appless/biography-less characters as a jumping off point to biography characters because, as you may be like me, it takes a little before you truly feel out a character and who they are. things come to you later, they develop differently than you originally looked at them as, etc. i’m also gonna say that all of this is my opinion and i just want this to be something for people to reference when they have a basic idea but might be stuck or want to try and develop stronger biographies for themselves. everyone writes and imagines their characters differently.

with that said, i want to introduce you to a magical formula that has helped me with many characters and keeping them alive long-term: past trauma/hardship + weaknesses + future needs/goals = solid character.

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aesthetic tags have always been fairly popular in the rpc & i really love making them, but it can seem a little daunting when you’re starting with a fresh blog. you’ll find some of my favorite resources for making tags listed below !  if you find this post helpful, consider checking out some of my other content.

unicode text converter: get cool fonts here to use in your tags/on your blog! 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝖔𝖋 𝓯𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓼.

cool symbol: my personal favorite site for adding special characters to tags/posts! here’s some examples:  ♡ ✗ ⍣ ❝ ░ ❐ ✧    (here’s an alternate site)

‘tags masterlist’ tag / ‘tag masterlist’ tag: if you scroll through these tags, you’ll find some masterlists by rphs that will give you some ideas whether they be quotes or lyrics! (this and this are really good posts)

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Just a collection of a few resources to develop your character! 

NAMES   (  x  &  x  )  -  the etymology  &  history of first names.

ZODIAC   (  x  &  x  )  -   there are 12 zodiac signs,  &  each sign has its own strengths  &  weaknesses,  its own specific traits,  desires  &  attitude towards life  &  people.  astrology can give us a glimpse of a person’s basic characteristics,  preferences,  flaws  &  fears.

ALIGNMENT   (  x  )  -   each alignment represents a broad range of personality types  or  personal philosophies,  so two characters of the same alignment can still be quite different from each other.  in addition,  few people are completely consistent. 

MBTI   (  x   &   x  )  -   the 16 personality types were created by Isabel Myers  &  Katharine Briggs as a way to categorize an individual according to their preferred way of thinking  &  behaving.  each personality type is designated with a four-letter code,  like INFP  or  ESTJ,  which is an acronym for the four key dimensions of personality.

TEMPERAMENTS   (  x  &  x  )  -   the four temperaments are represented by four distinct groups of “traits” or tendencies.  each cluster of traits produces a distinct manner of behavior that is different from the other groups. 

ENNEAGRAM    (  x   &  x  )   -   the Enneagram is a personality typing system that consists of nine different types.  everyone is considered to be one single type,  although one can have traits belonging to other ones. 

THE NINE TYPES OF INTELLIGENCE   (  x  )  -   one theory regarding the nature of intelligence comes from psychologist Gardner,  who suggested that you could categorize smarts into different kinds of intelligence.  his theory suggests that there is more to being intelligent than simply being proficient in languages  or  being good in math. 

ARCHETYPES   (  x  )  -   an archetype is a pattern of behaviors that,  once discovered,  helps you better understand yourself  &  others.

LABEL  (  x  )  &   (  x  )  &  (  x  )  -   labels for your characters,  along with a short,  somewhat detailed description.

TROPES   (  x  )  -  it refers to an often overused plot device.   it can also be described as another variation on the same theme. 

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¸.*‘.¸¸ . ✶ ☾lumiére:

Since the school year had started, Lumiere treasured his afternoons off spending time with the town. Though he loved teaching, talking to people his own age had it’s charm as well. Meeting people when they weren’t stuck in a classroom could also result in some very different results. With a hop in his step, Lumiere took a seat next to another townie on the boardwalk, “Mon cher ami, you look wonderful today; did you do something different with your hair?”

@sunnysidestarters

SOMETIMES, AUTUMN MADE PERRIE a very despondent type of nostalgic. something about no longer being a student, maybe, and wishing that she was-- everything about the life of a student felt simpler, more contained, more manageable. it was hard to face the fall when there was no definitive marker of how you were going to spend your time, or how you’d already spent it-- just the long and lonely stretch of trying to get your shit together. and so that’s why perrie was at the pier at 1:15 on a wednesday afternoon, in sweat pants, eating a butter pecan ice cream cone by herself. when the empty bench space beside her became suddenly occupied, she jumped and twisted in her seat at the same time, pausing in mid-lick. ❝ uh-- ❞ perrie looked up towards her forehead, as if appraising her own hair, which, on this particular day, had been tied into the messiest and most unbrushed of ponytails. ❝ i mean. it’s up. ❞ 

[pixiic]

¸.*‘.¸¸ . ✶ ☾tigger:

            TIGGER’S COMPLIMENT CAUSED a blush to spread across the girl’s cheeks and the guy couldn’t help but think it to be cute and slightly amusing. “ i mean, yeah ! i can see that being pretty amazing. “, he nodded in agreement. he sure wasn’t an artist, but he could imagine how cool it would be to have your own artwork displayed in an art gallery. now, as someone who didn’t know the first thing about art, the card wasn’t exactly very useful for him – but he’d gladly hold on to it just in case he ever ran into someone who did. besides, it had her name on it… “ thanks ! pretty cool that you have your own cards. “, he said as he took the card from her. “ you think so, huh ? i’m not too sure. art is just… it’s not my thing, you know ? i prefer more active things. like… bowling or… swimming. bouncing around, basically. “.

❝ THANKS!❞ perrie rubber-banded the remainder of the stack before dropping the cards back into her purse. she felt like it’d be a lot cooler if she was actually getting attention from them-- but she wasn’t about to say that out loud. ❝ not your thing? what do you mean? art’s everyone’s thing-- ❞ perrie made a grand, sweeping gesture with her arms as she spoke.  ❝ that’s what’s so special about it. and you can totally do art while bouncing around, dude. i bet you’d make something really cool.❞ 

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¸.*‘.¸¸ . ✶ ☾shiloh:

“I’m really sorry but do you have a phone charger with you and can I borrow it please, please, please?” She claps her hands together pleadingly as she asks the other to borrow their phone charger. She wouldn’t be so bothered by forgetting her charger if she weren’t expecting a call from one of her old roommates. If they knew she let her phone die again they’d get awfully mad. Okay not awfully mad, but they’d be disappointed which to Shiloh was far worse. “I’ll return it once my phone is at fifty percent, I promise!”

@sunnysidestarters·

❝ OH MY GOD-- YEA, ❞ perrie, notorious for being over-prepared, hefts her purse onto her lap and begins to dig, elbow deep, in her massive bag, her tongue poking out of the corner of her mouth in concentration. she pulls out items seemingly at random-- a pencil case, three different packs of gum, an extension cord-- and scatters them across a table already crowded with her stuff; and, finally, she produces her phone charger, proffering it to shiloh with a victorious grin. ❝ oh my god, don’t worry about it. i’ll be here for like, at least another hour-- ❞ she glances at her watch as she speaks, then shrugs. ❝ so i can just grab it back from you when i need to leave! ❞ 

[pixiic]

¸.*‘.¸¸ . ✶ ☾stiitchp:

╰ · ☾ › PERRIE’S GIGGLES BROUGHT an immediate smile on stan’s face, feeling victorious that his hat trick worked and made her laugh. ❝ oh, i look good, do i ?? ❞ he said dramatically, wriggling his eyebrows at her. ❝ i definitely feel better now that you said that. ❞ stitch knew full well his efforts to flirt with perrie were fruitless, but he enjoyed trying nonetheless. 

STAN’S THEATRICS WERE WELL-WORN, but perrie still found herself blushing; she knew that he had to know it was h o p e l e s s, but she found his persistence sweet, if not flattering, and reached over to flick the brim of his hat. ❝ well, you know me-- i’m always here to help. speaking of which-- did you need help with something? or are you just here to try on hats? ❞ she was teasing, of course; stitch always managed to bring perrie down to his level.

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¸.*‘.¸¸ . ✶ ☾tins‌:

Looking up from under her dark, wet eyelashes, Tinsley eyed her sister. As if she was trying to determine whether Perrie’s promises were real and evaluate the consequences of believing her wrongly. But this was her own wonderful big sister she was talking about. One who wouldn’t hurt a fly and would apologize to the fly for ever even giving off that impression! “I believe you, of course I do, snowbell.” She scooted closer, a smile of victory, but mostly love on her face. The only reason Tins had been so upset with her in the first place was because she couldn’t handle the idea of losing her to that rotten friend thief. But no more. “You want to know why I believe you?” With a great determination, Tins explained her plan - almost in her own fashion of a promise. “Because I’m going to help you! If anyone puts the pro in protecting, it’ll be me, after all! Oh, you will let me help you, won’t you Perrie?” It was time to teach her sister how to not get stung by the wasp that pretended to be a fly. 

IN TYPICAL TINSLEY FASHION, the storm clouds cleared and the sun began to shine in a matter of seconds-- one moment, perrie was shifting awkwardly under her sisters’ indecisive gaze; in the next, they were arm to arm, near-embracing, tinsley re-animated and bright. the tension in her chest eased; the clenching of her jaw lessened; and perrie relaxed into her seat and smiled easily back at her sister, whose mood swings could ( and often did ) give her whiplash, but whose best quality was undoubtedly her ability to forgive. ❝ of course you can help me. obviously i need it. ❞ perrie laughed as she spoke, her relief bordering on hysteric. she wouldn’t admit, right then, that she wasn’t entirely clear on what tinsley was going to be protecting her from-- her own stupidity?anyone that tinsley didn’t like? or maybe those things were one and the same.... it didn't exactly matter, anyways. she would have said anything, then, to move beyond whatever was standing between them. 

[sunnysidegossip]

most likely to cry over little things?

          GOSH, THERE DEFINITELY ARE QUITE SOME crybaby’s over here – how am i supposed to pick only one or two ? somehow, i feel like PERRIE is easily to be brought to tears. { @pixiic }

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flowersforpersephone‌:

dusky pink or mustard yellow? bean bag or hammock? seaside towns or neon cities? milkshake or smoothie? misty forest mornings or warm pool-side evenings? violin or acoustic guitar? fairground or fireworks show? stripes or florals? ladybugs or butterflies? maple syrup or honey? 

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@nyxscouter​

IN GENERAL, PERRIE’S LIFE IS chaotic; a storm of expectation, a flurry of DIY, and heaps of perfectionism. if she isn’t working on a commission, then she’s downtown shamelessly self-promoting her commission business; if she is working on commissions, then she’s in and out of art stores for supplies, in and out of galleries for inspiration, and definitely in her room, usually for days at a time, piecing together a client’s request. as much as this kind of work calls for organization, perrie has none of it-- she operates in-the-moment-- which is perhaps why she shows up to best butter freckled with paint and in her sweatpants. ❝ NYX! ❞ she calls out, waving an arm rapidly in the air to get their attention, then weaving through the crowd of tables to join them. ❝ sorry i’m late. am i late? shit’s been lit. ❞ she slings her bag heavily on the floor, then leans across the table to hug them, a motion that awkwardly encompasses part of the table in the process. ❝ i haven’t slept in a day in a half. how are you? ❞ 

[pixiic]

@tinnybelliever​

❝ DO YOU THINK THE BED should be in this corner? or... should i push it against that wall? ❞ perrie had been throwing out subtle jabs like these, carefully constructed as questions, all afternoon. she stood now on a pile of sheets, her hair tied into the messiest of pony tails, her hands held out in front of her, index finger and thumbs extended to create a little frame through which she peered at tinsley’s room-- now HER room, thanks to exactly three more sales at the summer festival than her sister. in line with the bet they’d made, tinsley had to sacrifice her room-- an unforeseen victory for perrie. being the older sister, she’d been fully prepared to lose, and lose graciously, at that-- but this win was as unexpected as it was uplifting, and she was being maybe just a little over the top with her gloating. ❝ do i get to keep the clothes that are in your closet? ❞ she asked next, and, without waiting for tinsley to answer, perrie began to sift through the hangers, pulling a silky tank top from the rack and holding it up against her torso. ❝ do you think i could pull this off? what about the bed, tins? you never answered me on the bed.❞

[dirbyagnesvarda]

When I Grow Up I Want to Be a List of Further Possibilities, Chen Chen

[lvnnsi]

12/14/18 // white winter hymnal

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@shriekshocked​

MAROONER’S ROCK WAS NEVER ABANDONED in the sticky heat of a sunnyside summer-- but in those first long, lazy downdrafts of september, the nights dipping into the sixties, maybe the high fifties-- suddenly it was like a ghost lake. perrie had been making the hike out to marooner’s rock and the woods around it almost daily since the start of the month, and not once had she stumbled across anybody else. it was kind of eerie, if not beautiful-- the sunlight filtering golden through the trees, here and there a bright red leaf shed early, floating on the glassy surface of the lake like drops of blood. she’d decided pretty quick that this would be the perfect meeting place-- after all, shock wasn’t the type of person you could take to some café and have coffee with. settling herself on the lip of the rock, perrie pulled her knees to her chin and slipped her phone from her bag, shooting a haphazard message to her company in question.

                    𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 → SHOCK: i’m here!