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thedupshadove

Top-Tier Villain Motivations

They will be safe. It doesn't matter who else or what else burns as long as They will be safe.

I will be safe. The hunger and the cold will never touch me again.

Fuck any bitch who's prettier(/cooler/better-liked/better at making dumplings) than me.

Yes, Master

Love me. Love me. Love me. Love me. LOVE ME!

I know the terrible things these so-called "heroes" will do if I don't stop them (<- is absolutely wrong)

I don't want a better future, I want a better past!

No other way to get performance art funded these days

thedupshadove

Very important, cannot believe I forgot:

No other way to get academic research funded these days.

writing-prompt-s

To permanently get rid of vampires, it was once common practice to plant trees in their ashes. Centuries later, identifying which trees contain imprisoned vampires is now a major problem for the lumber industry.

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Your door is kicked down(literally) as the hero enters and volunteers you for the quest to save the world, as the one designated in the ancient prophecy. Then your window is smashed in as the dark lord enters to volunteer you to destroy the world, in accordance with the ancient prophecy.

quantumshade

“goy” and “gentile” are not slurs, but with your help, they could be! with these five easy steps—

#writing #amwriting #writeblr #authorblr #creative writing #writing memes #writingcraft

#editing #writingcraft #writing memes #writeblr #authorblr #creative writing #writing #amediting

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nctinmotion

Source: This

brindlefern-deactivated20210619

headspace-hotel

We really need to come up with horrendous misunderstandings of men’s anatomy to put in fiction books and refuse to stop until there are no more sentient boobs

headspace-hotel

suggestions:

“His penis poked up curiously, like a puppy seeing a tennis ball.”

“His penis lunged against the restraint of his pelvis like a poorly socialized puppy that had just seen a young child to knock over, but was held back by its leash.”

“His balls sagged with embarrassment.”

“His balls clung desperately to each other like lovers parting for the last time.”

“When he came inside, his beard was limp with dejection.”

“His mustache flared with rage.”

“He was thirty-two, but still held onto a hint of the virile man he must have been in high school, his slim and disappointingly muscled body carried with a hint of pungent masculinity, like a tantalizing taste of the scent of motor oil.”

“He was a shy and reserved kind of guy. She had been around guys like him before—the sort that were aware of their soft jawline and modestly sized cock, but were not quite confident enough to realize that a decent ass could make up for that if you had an interesting enough personality.”

“Bruce. Tall, ruggedly chiseled Bruce, his sawdust skin tinted with the shade of medium-rare steak, his granite body just making up for the fact that his legs were just a bit too thin to really look good in those khaki shorts. Bruce was the kind of man who wore his polo shirts unbuttoned, but didn’t seem to notice when he drew the attention of every woman with eyes in the area.”

“His chest, she thought, was the chest of a virgin...just a few thin snarls of hair, matching his beard which, though struggling, framed a rather attractive pair of lips.”

sofipasternack

oh my god

bisexualbabyyyy

Make more male bi characters you cowards

sofipasternack

I wrote two kids’ books with a visibly bisexual male character if anyone is interested in that 💁🏼‍♀️

#anya and the dragon #anya and the nightingale #middle grade #jewish fantasy #jewish books

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How it’s going

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ftgloss

questbedhead

My new, totally uneducated guess for why humans tell stories is to keep them from getting bored and cranky while following a gazelle for four hours. No deeper mystery or meaning. Some folk needed a distraction while they tried to catch dinner so they just made some shit up. The end.

technicallyoneofakind

The equivalent of listening and singing to songs on your way home so you don't fall asleep at the wheel.

questbedhead

For millennia upon millenia, humans have had to yell creatively to keep on task

awaytoday

theres a theory that the reason there are so many characters in folk tales who weave/spin is because weavers/spinners were bored while they were doing the repetitve work that doesnt require much brian power for experienced workers. e.g. the greek fates, rumpelstiltskin, sleeping beauty pricking her finger on a spindle.

so the weavers/spinners were telling stories to pass the time and then they were like 'yo but what if WE were in it.'

also interesting that making up a story as you tell it is called 'spinning a tale'

nicolauda

in Australian Aboriginal English, telling a story is also called "yarning."

biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist

going back to the singing bit, there’s a LONG history of work songs--both singing and whistling--being used by agricultural societies, hunters, sailors, etc. These songs could be used as a form of communication and time-keeping, but often also resulted in longer narrative songs involving folk tales & motifs.

Most surviving work songs are only a few centuries old (such as Yankee Doodle, believe it or not, which probably started out as a 15th cent Dutch harvest song), but the practice itself is probably much, much older. As in, earliest-agrarian-societies old. As in, hunters-and-gatherers old.

Interestingly, singing predates language (and may have contributed to the development of language), and probably predates Homo Sapiens--our hominid ancestors may have been singing and whistling for millions of years before our species even existed! But as language developed, you better believe we hit upon the kickass combo of song-as-a-form-of-storytelling, and have been using it ever since to keep ourselves entertained during work and leisure hours.