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I like collecting pictures of unsettling signs

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More unsettling signs

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[sistermercury]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Crossing his arms tighter, he felt his throat tighten with a sense memory of not enough air and too much noise, hot oil and salt water in his mouth. “You didn’t see him again?” Tommy finally looked up, his own shining eyes meeting the ones across from him, jaw hanging open as he fought through what felt tantamount to confession. “He was dead.” he whispered with a choking hitch. “He was gone.”

[erebus0dora]

imma leave this gremlin here, he's kinda a bit tired, look after him, please

[sistermercury]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

One nervous hand pressed against Phillipe’s cheekbone, as if worried that a slight pressure would break him. Please wake up. Just once. Please just wake up and see me and know I’m here. Know I’m here and I came back. Nothing. Tommy watched Phillipe’s eyes flicker beneath the almost wine-dark skin of his eyelids, and knew he was not in his mind, and barely in his body.

[sistermercury]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

One nervous hand pressed against Phillipe’s cheekbone, as if worried that a slight pressure would break him. Please wake up. Just once. Please just wake up and see me and know I’m here. Know I’m here and I came back. Nothing. Tommy watched Phillipe’s eyes flicker beneath the almost wine-dark skin of his eyelids, and knew he was not in his mind, and barely in his body.

[sistermercury]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

In his time to walk, and think, and cry, and agonize, Phillipe thinks on a boy in a greatcoat, one who has become a sort of imagined ghost, walking behind him or sitting beside him, answering him in his head. Phillipe dwelled on him in a way he’d stopped doing for his own fallen squadron, maybe because Tommy was some great unanswered mystery, not lying dead in the street somewhere. Maybe he was gone, without Phillipe to stay one minute ahead for both of them, and was following him around until Phillipe came to the long overdue conclusion that he was dead too, and they could head into the void, walking across the beach together one last time.

[sistermercury]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Stop, he thinks, pleads to no one. Shoot him and be done with it. It would come sooner or later, when this poor lad couldn’t keep up on the march, when he couldn’t run, drag the body, dig the ditch- But he makes it, somehow. Before he disappears from Farrier’s sight, even through the blurred veil of tears, he can see the hard glint of someone who had chosen to stay alive out of sheer spite and nothing else. An animal instinct. 

[ironmaidenhead]

ANEURIN BARNARD as Daniel Solace 1899 (2022-)

[sistermercury]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

It’s almost funny. Drowning would have been so much quicker. 

[sistermercury]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

There were signs, Tommy knows this now. The hastily tied boots next to a dead man's exposed feet, a too-small uniform that barely kept him warm, especially as it shrunk with cold saltwarer, giving him rigid posture and a small but noticeable limp on those last days. The sort of vulpine cunning as he silently directed Tommy to make sure they both looked like soldiers cast off in the first aid ship sunk at the mole, pulling themselves underwater to join the rest of the survivors. Anxious looks that said "if we look the part, we get to go home." Who knows how long he’d been trying to escape this.

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[macrolit]

Think of two people, living together day after day, year after year, in this small space, standing elbow to elbow cooking at the same small stove, squeezing past each other on the narrow stairs, shaving in front of the same small bathroom mirror, constantly jogging, jostling, bumping against each other’s bodies by mistake or on purpose, sensually, aggressively, awkwardly, impatiently, in rage or in love – think what deep though invisible tracks they must leave, everywhere, behind them

A Single Man, Christopher Isherwood (born on this day in 1904)

[sistermercury]

imagine it’s a warning sign

notes: definitely inspired by everyone’s super rad work for the hulkwidownet fic exchange, even though I missed the window. 

also: 

this is very vaguely set before AOU and I kinda just...threw out the idea that they hadn’t kissed/cuddled/talked/etc before that because fiction????

it kind of just ends and I am Sorry.

the prompt is literally just “sad h/c cuddles”

title from this song!

personal blog/ao3 works !!!!!

please tag and comment or send me messages i would love to hear some feedback!!

“How on earth did you do that?” Bruce is avoiding her eyes, and she’s not sure why. Everyone on the team got hurt every once in awhile. But it was usually during the fight. Not after. Natasha’s hands hover over a bloody scrape in his side. No, don’t kid yourself, it’s a gash, she thinks as she watches blood slowly ooze across his skin. 

She had to climb down into the still-hot epicenter of a bomb crater to find him. No window for the lullaby this time, not when bombs come into play, and shielding the team from the blast had likely taken all Hulk had to give. When the smoke finally cleared, when Tony and Clint had chased off the stragglers, there was a brief panic when they found the scene Hulk-less. Natasha finds him curled up in the crater, about fifteen feet beneath the rest of them.

“Bruce-?” she prompts again, a little more frantically, and he finally looks up at her, not as coherent as he’d likely admit, hazy and drained, physically disoriented from the sudden change, and it’s a struggle to keep his gaze. (The Lullaby was healthier, he thought, not that he’d ever mentioned it to her. He came back feeling much less fractured under this sort of mutual agreement she and the Hulk had devised.) “I’m fine-” he says, although not much sound comes out. He sees shades of concern flooding her expression, reaching out to smooth the sweat-matted hair away from his face.

“I need some air support down here, I can’t-” she sighs into her comm, hand still twitching above his torso, about to press down to try and stop the blood, when he bats it away. “Not without gloves.” he mumbles weakly. She draws her hand back quickly, almost all the way to her chest. Right, she thinks. She’d almost forgotten.

So she just sits with him, biding time until Tony can get him out safely, running her fingers through his hair to keep him distracted.  Her heart thuds uncomfortably in his chest. Well, she reassures herself, he’s not going to die down here. He couldn’t. He can’t. The wound is troubling, though, but she supposes the culprit probably lies in some of the twisted shrapnel around them. Not exactly the best spot for an unceremonious collapse. It just means there’s a flaw in the system. He’s not invulnerable. Not at all, it seems, his skin (what isn’t covered with ash and dirt) is a stark, shaken white, nervous sweat pricking up on his forehead. No, he won’t die, but he’s certainly not well.

“Does it hurt…?” she asks gently, although she knows the answer, looking at the bruised, shredded patch of skin. “It’s nothing. Can’t even feel it.” he sighs, looking for all the world like he could sleep for ten years. The fact that he seems more embarrassed about it than anything is… promising. She gently tugs a grey-flecked curl. “Liar.” It earns her a smile. A very tired, very pained little smile, but it still manages to light him up that tiniest bit.

Tony lands with a thud next to them. “I get that it’s fun, but you probably didn’t need me to give you-” He realizes he’s only been looking at Natasha, not at the bleeding man beneath her. “Whoa. What the hell happened there, Lima Bean?” He flips up the visor, and despite jokey pet names, he’s giving Natasha the same concerned, confused look she was trying to hide. He’s half-awake, but she’s pretty sure she catches Bruce rolling his eyes. “I woke up over there,” he points a shaking hand towards a pile of gnarled metal at the other end of the crater, the remnants of a HYDRA bunker. “Under that.”

No other explanation required, she supposes.

He scoops Bruce up like a pile of laundry, and it hits her how earnestly…small he is. It was easy to miss, at first, because Bruce hid himself with bad posture, with clothes that were at least a size too big, with concealing white lab coats, but exposed like this, (and in obvious contrast to his other self), he seems…She doesn’t want to say fragile because it’s already on her mind, especially now that she realizes how much worse it could have been. It hits her that the word she’s looking for is human and sometimes everyone forgets that Bruce never chose the battlefield- he was shoved onto it with both hands tied behind his back.

Aboard the quinjet, she’s circling him like a hawk, gathering supplies as the others pile in past her, casting confused glances. Steve hovers over her shoulder as she snaps on a pair of protective gloves and preps a device that looks like an overly-complicated glue gun. “What happened he-” She nudges him out of the way and gives him a motion to just wait, leaning in. If Bruce is conscious, he’s pretending not to be, even when she reaches out to try and hold the torn skin closer together. Blood runs between her latex-covered fingers and pools against her palm. Pulling the trigger on the gun releases a kind of foam across the wound that bonded it together in a matter of moments. A bio-organic liquid stitch. One of Bruce’s prouder creations.

She’s taking her time, tuning out everyone else as the jet took off, cleaning up other scrapes and scratches as she found them, keeping an eye on his pulse, clearing the dirt and grime away from his face, watching the gentle rise and fall of his chest. Finally she realizes there’s nothing left to do besides hover, and she covers him with the fleece blanket he keeps tucked away in his corner. It’s hard. Not to touch, not to paw at the hair near his temples, not to stroke her knuckles against the stubbled skin of his cheek. But she’s too surrounded here, and knows Bruce would feel exposed on this little island in the middle of the jet. And she wants him all to herself.

“Just an accident.” she finally says, settling into the seat next to Steve, who nods in understanding. “It’s just strange,” he mutters after a moment. “Seeing things this way. He usually has to take care of the rest of us.” She looks around. Now that everyone’s post-fight adrenaline has kicked off, they’re all sitting in a heavy, vacant silence, if awake at all.

“Sometimes I worry we take him for granted.” he said, finally unzipping the upper portion of his uniform and casting it aside. Natasha made a faint noise of agreement. “I doubt he sees it that way.” she mumbles. She glanced over at the bed a few feet away. “Code Green isn’t exactly an eloquent solution,” Steve said with a frown. “He’s not a bomb.” Natasha’s not sure if Bruce and Steve have ever talked about this face to face, but everyone must have seen what happened today. Must have seen Hulk hugging a live explosion to his chest and clearing himself as far away from the team as time would give him. Hulk could be a bomb, something that needed careful defusing and precision. But he was a shield, too.

When they finally land, Thor volunteers to help Bruce, who is awake now and looks unabashedly miserable, off to his room. Sometimes Natasha thinks that Thor, despite his strength, despite his Godliness, is easily lost in the shuffle amongst their personalities. Sure there’s his charm, his spitfire temper, his humor, but people forget that Thor is kind sometimes. As Bruce tries to weakly insist on going it alone (because he can do it, he’s traveled much farther in worse shape), Thor merely slips an arm around Bruce’s waist, distracting him with good-natured ego boosts.

“Think nothing of it, my friend. Allow me the honor of aiding the day’s victor.”

Even Bruce can’t say anything to that.

Hours later when they’ve finally debriefed and argued about what could have gone better and apologized for the yelling and tossed back the appropriate amount of beers, she finally slips off on her own, relaxed and blood-free in leggings and a tank top, with some painkillers and water in tow.

She’s pleased when she opens the door to his room and finds it dark, shades drawn, and the faintest jazz piano playing on the nearby speakers, because Bruce hasn’t slept in complete silence for years and finds it strange. She’ll have to thank Thor later. Bruce usually sleeps in the seeming form of a bunched up candy wrapper but now he’s a little more loose-limbed, stretched out as much as pain will allow him. Sitting in the space he’s left, she slips the blanket down  around his waist, making sure his insides aren’t on the outside as she gently peels back the bandage. She’s no doctor, but she’s pleased with her work.

“Hey,” she whispers, shaking his shoulder slightly. And like that, It Lives, groaning into the blanket, bleary and pouting. Glassy brown eyes gaze up at her, and she wishes that these things didn’t turn her heart into pure jello. It wasn’t becoming. “What.” It sounds like he’s been gargling sandpaper. Raising an eyebrow, she purses her lips. “Thanks Natasha,” she said, uncapping the bottle and sorting out the appropriate amount of painkillers and antibiotics for him. “I’m also very glad I didn’t bleed out in a big hole in the ground. You’re my hero.” His sleep-blurred pout softens quickly, and he gives a low, humorless chuckle.

“Sorry…” A soft smile tells him he’s forgiven and she helps him sit up. In this light, most of him looks like one big bruise, and she knows it’ll be a few days before he’s Up and Nerding again. “Take these and I’ll let you sleep all you want.” she murmurs, placing the pills in his hand. She eyes him carefully, opting to give him the water herself. Every move he makes seems to require a painful amount of effort on his part. “You got everyone all worried.” she says as he finishes, holding him there for a moment, stroking one hand against his shoulder. He frowns, skeptical. “Why?” She can see the wheels turning in his head, however hazily. Bruce might have been quiet and exceedingly withholding but that didn’t mean he was hard to read. Exactly the opposite.

“Bruce. Hulk took a bomb for us, and you got hurt.” she said, a little louder and a little rougher, forcing him to look at her. “I mean, also because you are theirfriend and that’s what people do but…” He swallows hard and sighs. “It’s fine. I’ll be fine.” It’s her turn to soften now, glancing away. With Bruce, it seemed like the slightest evidence of his impact on others manifested this sort of…guilt. The worst part was how much she understood. It was easier to leave as little trace as possible.

“The blast…something probably knocked him out cold.” he mumbled. “I’m not the only one who has trouble controlling who comes out and who stays in.” Natasha doesn’t like that uncertainty. But she’ll have to concede to it for now, and figure out how to work with the Hulk later. Nodding, she leaned in, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

With a confused frown, she pulls away, brushing her hand against his cheek, his forehead. Finally, she puts her hand against his core to confirm- “You’re burning up…” she says, trying not to sound alarmed. She’s about to move, to check the wound again, because what if she screwed up, what if he’s gotten some kind of infection and he’s sick because she missed something- and she’s almost up when he catches her arm. “Natasha-” He doesn’t look worried. He almost looks amused.

“It’s fine,” it’s his turn to be soft, to gently rub at her back. “It’s always like this.” Her brow furrows thoughtfully and she settles back down beside him. “What are you talking about?” Reaching down, she tries again, clasping her hand against his cheek, thinking she might be mistaken, but the contrast between her skin and his is too stark. “When I come back, my body think’s I’ve been through pretty much every trauma you can think of…” he says, leaning into her touch. “And the difference between mine and the other guy’s metabolism is…big. The body tries to fix itself even though nothing’s broken anymore.” She nods. Even if the answer is a relief, it’s not a happy one.

“Sit up…just for a second.” He complies with a wince, and she effortlessly slips herself behind him, settling with her back to the wall and pulling him to her. He seems to melt against her and lays back as she wraps around him accordingly. She ran cold by default, shoving her hands into sweatshirt pockets and against people’s necks if she was feeling prankish, but it breaks her heart a bit to hear him sigh in relief, to feel him shiver against her as she gently wrapped her palm against his forehead, the other placed just under his heart, these little beacons where the fever seems worse.

“So you’re saying,” she mumbles against his hair. “That every time we wrap up a Code Green…you feel like this? And you’ve never said anything?” He makes a faint noise, curling against her even more. She’s watched him dive straight into R&D mode with Tony after a fight. They’ve had parties. They’ve had group dinners and Bruce has cooked. A part of her wants to pinch him. The urge is really there.

“Some days it’s not as bad,” he mumbles, which just seems to imply that there are days that are much worse. Those, she supposes, are the days that he slips away and it takes a day or so before anyone sees him. “And usually someone has a gunshot wound, or a dislocated shoulder or a broken wrist…” This one she knows to be true. As Avengers, they’re well taken care of, but in those first few hours, when things are dire, Bruce is all they have.

“There are enough…ethical debates about how I fit here. This doesn’t need to be one of them.” She wants to argue back, that no part of being on the team required him to suffer in silence on anyone’s behalf, not even his own. She kisses his temple, trying to ignore the knot in her stomach as he burns in her arms. “If he’s actually helping people, what happens after isn’t important.” Her arms tighten around him and she strokes the hair away from his forehead.

“Stop…” she whispers. He’s right about his metabolism, she can feel his heart fluttering anxiously despite the stillness. She always knew the sudden switch between human and inhuman must have been hard, but she’s never seen it like this, never felt it. She knew Bruce was just as ‘walk it off’ proud as the rest of them, but this was a different level of unhealthy. “Just breathe…just rest…You don’t have to pretend. You don’t have to fight it, not today…” He says her name so quietly, she wants to split in two. 

It takes awhile, she can tell because of his heart rate, but eventually he falls asleep in her arms. She’s not sure what to do with this. They’re more alike than they want to admit, but like Natasha, Bruce hates being treated with kid gloves. Any hovering on her part after a battle would likely go noticed and unappreciated. Maybe there’s nothing she can do without his permission. She dozes off what seems like a dozen times beneath him, occasionally waking and watching him, before drifting again. It takes the rest of the day, whatever’s left of it, and the better part of the night for his fever to break, and then and only then does she leave him.

“Oh my god, It Lives.” Bruce just glowers at Tony over a fresh cup of coffee, his first in two days, and yes, he’s still in his pajamas, but someone has to get something done around here, he figures. Dr. Cho has telecommed with him from Korea, asking if he wanted test to her machine out on his wound, so he won’t have a scar, but he politely declines. He worries about radioactive interference and how that might affect whoever used it next. Another thing he just figured he might break.

“You scared the shit out of us, Big Guy.” Tony plops down next to him with some Dark Elf space junk Thor had recovered and a rad detector and no protective gear to speak of. “Not to be insensitive,” Bruce mumbled, eyes scanning over the morning paper. “But you all knew I wasn’t going anywhere, right?” Tony glanced over incredulously and poked Bruce in the neck with the tip of a screwdriver. “Hey. Don’t be callous. That’s my thing.” Bruce just sighed and shook his head.

“It was stupid-” he starts but Tony cuts him off again. “You woke up under a pile of hot shrapnel. After saving all of us. Like it or not, no one’s gonna let you write this one off. You did good.” Bruce stared for a moment, before contenting himself to silence again.

“Don’t worry. Romanoff did most of the actual scaring. I tried to get my tablet out of your room and was almost defenestrated.” Bruce is grinning over his coffee. Blush peeks into the corners of his pale face.

“Serves you right.”

“You sleep on the 22nd floor, Banner.”

[stonelions]

give yourself over to the wolf. let it eat the parts of you that are sick, that are damaged beyond salvage. let the wolf in and let it clean house, and let it leave again. the wolf knows which parts must be swallowed. you do not need what it takes, and where it bites you the wounds will heal. let the wolf in and let it eat you, and let it leave again.  

[thewritersarchive]

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Improvement

Improve Your Writing Habits Now

5 Ways to Add Sparkle to Your Writing

Getting Over Roleplaying Insecurities

Improve Your Paras

Why the Right Word Choices Result in Better Writing

4 Ways To Have Confidence in Your Writing

Writing Better Than You Normally Do

How’s My Driving?

Describing

A Description Resource

55 Words to Describe Someones Voice

Describing Skin Colors

Describing a Person: Adding Details

Emotions Vocabulary

90 Words For ‘Looks’

Be More Descriptive

Describe a Character’s Look Well

100 Words for Facial Expressions

To Show and Not To Tell

Words to Describe Facial Expressions

Describing Clothes

List of Actions

Tone, Feelings and Emotions

Masterlists

Writing Specific Characters

Character Guides

Writing Help for Writers

Ultimate Writing Resource List

Lots of RP Guides

Online Writing Resources

List of Websites to Help You Focus

Resources for Writing Bio’s

Helpful Links for Writing Help

General Writing Resources

Resources for Biography Writing

Mental Ilnesses/Disorders Guides

8 Words You Should Avoid While Writing

  Body Language

Body Language Cheat

Body Language Reference Cheat

Tips for Writers: Body Language

Types of Crying

Body Language: Mirroring

Grammar/Vocabulary

Words Instead of Walk (2)

Commonly Confused Adjectives

A Guide on Punctuation

Common Writing Mistakes

25 Synoms for ‘Expession’

How to: Avoid Misusing Variations of Words

Words to Keep Inside Your Pocket

The 13 Trickiest Grammar Hang-Ups

Other Ways to Say..

Proofreading

300+ Sophiscated and Underused Words

List of Misused Words

Words for Sex

100 Beautiful and Ugly Words

Words to Use More Often

Alternatives for ‘Smile’ or ‘Laugh’

Three Self Editing Tips

Words to Use Instead of ‘Walk’, ‘Said’, ‘Happy’ and ‘Sad’

Synonyms for Common Words

Alternatives for ‘Smile’

Transitional Words

The Many Faces and Meanings of ‘Said’

Synonyms for ‘Wrote’

A Case Of She Said, She Said

Writer’s Block

How to: Cure Writer’s Block

Some Tips on Writer’s Block

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6 Ways to Beat Writer’s Block

Tips for Dealing With Writer’s Block

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Writing an IC Sample Without Escaping From the Bio

How to: Create a Worthy IC Para Sample

How to: Write an Impressive Para Sample

How to: Lengthen Short Para’s

Prompts

Drabble Stuff

Prompts List

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Sexual Abuse (2)

Fight Scenes (2, 3, 4)

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→ CREATING CHARACTERS

Biography Writing

Components of Your Biographies

Character sheet (2, 3)

Need Help With Character Creation?

How to: Draw Inspiration for Characters From Music

How to: Write a Biography (2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11)

How to: Write a Fully Developed Character

How to: Create a Cast of Characters (2)

Writing an Original Character (2, 3)

Creating Believable Characters (2, 3)

Bio Formats (2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10)

Little Things You Can Add To Your Bios

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Last Names  (2, 3, 4)

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Jung’s 16 Personality Types

Underused Character Personalities

Birth-Order: Personality Traits

The Difference Between Personality and Behavior

How to: Show a Characters Personality In a Paragraph

16 Character Traits

Underused Personalities

Personality Traits

Positive (2)

Negative (2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8)

Both (2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8)

Habits

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Phobias (2)

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300 Possible Secrets to Give Your Characters

I Bet You Didn’t Know..

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Quotes

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Favorite Quotes: TV and Movies

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Masterlist of Bio Quotes

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+130 Quotes

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Your Character Is A Sue, Not Just A Mary Or Gary

Not Writing A Mary Sue

→ WHILE ROLEPLAYING

Para Titles

100 Paragraph Titles

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350+ Song Titles

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How to: Create an interesting starter

How to: Make an Interesting Starter

Gif Conversations: A Guide

A Brief Guide to Starters

Interesting Gif Convesation Starters

Starters Masterlist

Gif Starter Posts

46 Interesting Gif Chat Starters

Ideas for Gif Chat Starters

Starters

Careers/Jobs

Masterlist: Jobs

Possible Careers for Characters

Artistic Occupations

Martha’s Vineyard Job Masterlist

Interesting Jobs

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Masterlist: Para Ideas

Top 50 Places for Starters

Writing Topics: Para Ideas

101 Date Ideas

68 Date Ideas

22 Date Ideas

Popular Places to Eat

Character Developement

Character Development Questionaire

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C.D. Questionaire

30 Day Character Development Meme

Character Development Questions (2)

100 Pt. Questionaire

IC and OOC Surveys

Online Test for Character Building

30 Days of Character Development

How to: Develop Characters

Get To Know Your Characters

→ ROMANCE

Romance (in general)

The Little Ways a Ship Gets Build

Roleplaying Relationships

8 Ways to Say I Love You

How to: Make a Set Ship RP Work

How to: Write a Romantic Scene

Do’s and Don’ts of Writing Relationships

Putting a Label on It

Synonyms for Love

Pregnancy (2, 3, 4, 5)

Smut

Smut Guide: Casual Sex

Smut Guide: For Beginners

How to: Write a First Time Sex Scene Romantically

How to: Smut - The Bare Bones

How to: Smut (For Virgins)

How to: Write Lesbian Smut

How to: Write Smut (2, 3)

How to: Write a Blowjob/Prepping for Smut

Smut Guides of Tumblr

Tips on Writing Sex Scenes

A Guide to Language in Smut

Domination and Submission

Making Love

A Smut Guide

Kisses

How to: Write a Kiss (2)

Different Types of Kisses

Writing Out the First Kiss

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Plot Writing

How to: Create the Best Plot for Your RP

How to: Create A Plot Outline in 8 Steps

How to: Write A Plot in 12 Steps

How to: Write A Quality Plot

How to: Spice Up Your Roleplay Plots

Components of Your Plot Page

Writing Up A Plot

Basics of Writing A Plot

Links for Plot Writing Help

Eight Unique Plot Ideas

Plot Twists

Situation Ideas (2, 3)

Guide to Plotting

Eras

Eras Masterlist

Everything You Need to Know Abut the 20’s

20’s Slang

Primary Sources on Ancient Civilizations

How to: Play the Greek Goddess ‘Harmonia’

How to: Roleplay In the Victorian Era

Victorian Dialogue

[lumberwoof]

stripped down to the barest, a lot of stories start to look the same. characters start to feel like clones, plot points become overused and trite - nothing feels original

houses, too, tend to look the same in their foundation stages, but that doesn’t mean the finished product won’t be unique

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Basic overlooked worldbuilding questions

Whether you are writing a futuristic dystopia or a cloud city of dragons, you need to figure out how people get basic supplies. These are often the most overlooked worldbuilding questions since it’s more fun to think about how cultures honor the dead or where the mountain ranges are, but answers are necessary to create a complete world.

-Where does the water come from and how is it distributed?

-Who makes the food?

-Who transports and distributes the food?

-If your world has modern utilities, are they widespread or only for the rich? For that matter, do utilities have to be modified to work in your world (for example, electric lines with anti-magic coating)?

-What happens to trash?

-What happens to sewage? 

-What building materials are available?

-What do people do when they get sick?

-What do people do in the case of a natural disaster?

-What do people do in the case of a fire?

-How are large objects moved?

-How are items that take skilled labor to make created and distributed?

Remember, the answers might be different for people at different economic levels.