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[overwhelmedfernfrond]

Writing Advice: How to Write a Smart Character

- or, the possibly accurate Ramblings of a smart person

* originally wrote all this as a reply to the question this is entitled as, but thought I’d post it here as well. Do with this information what you will

Without further ado, my Advice

Talk to smart people. As a smart person, I’m getting particularly annoyed at certain portrayals that make their way into literature from people who think we never struggle, that we’re always satisfied with ourselves, that we know everything, etc. A lot of smart people struggle with self-worth, and use their intellect as a kind of compensation to gain accolades and feel like they’re worth something. They might pretend to not be struggling to keep up their reputation of being smart, to varying degrees of convincing. Also, most smart people don’t just stay smart without any effort; show your character practicing, solving problems, thinking critically for a while before coming up with a solution. Show your character being wrong sometimes. Show them being unable to do something they previously could easily, and being crushed. Show your character being exhausted from no sleep and being dull the next day by comparison. Show their frustration. Show them lacking in knowledge in some areas as a result of zeroing in on a particular subject or skill; for example, I could make a good case to prove virtually anything, but I cannot for the life of me open child-proof containers. Show your character being upset that everyone sees them as the “smart one” and nothing else, or, conversely, show a younger them having to work hard to prove to everyone that their mind is worth something, amid a sea of doubts. For that matter, show your character having to prove to *themself* that their mind is worth something, that they’re actually capable, and not that everyone around them is just exceptionally dull. Show your character having to learn to take a break and rest. Or, show them learning to care enough to use their mind for something productive, rather than for their own amusement. Show them seeing other people’s varying skills as worthy, or not.

Make them human.

Hope these help, good luck!

[thecreationstation-pluraledition]

hi sorry for being a bother but we couldn't figure out if you're endo-neutral or anti-endo... we don't wanna bring syscourse we just wanna know if we're technically allowed to interact or not. Thanks. - Juno from @guns-masks-and-mischief

Hi! You are a-okay!

You aren't bringing syscourse whatsoever and we knew we would get an ask about it oneday. But in advance, you are free to interact.

We actually dont agree with syscourse at all in any capacity. I think it's all hypocritical, two faced, and overall really toxic and nasty. We avoid it due to our mental health.

Nobody owes me their 'trauma status'. Not how bad it is, who's is 'worse', the damage of it all. I dont even want to know if someone is traumatized to begin with. It is a sign of insecurity and ignorance from both sides of the conversation.

And hell this is the internet. Share what you please but fuck, remember you have the right to withhold information from others. It isn't safe to walk around telling strangers about your life, let alone what scarred you.

So my syscourse status? What is acceptable on here? Or I guess 'endos'

I dont care who you are or your 'trauma status'. I wish everyone a happy healthy life. Enjoy my page freely Juno. It's just art and art is for everyone

[that-gay-jedi]

[Enters, with megaphone]

I LOVE YOU PEOPLE WHO USE ILLEGAL DRUGS. I LOVE YOU 'BAD VICTIMS' AND I LOVE YOU DISABLED PEOPLE WHOSE DISABILITIES CHALLENGE AND/OR INCONVENIENCE THE PEOPLE AROUND THEM AND I LOVE YOU TRANS PEOPLE WHO ARE UNPALATABLE TO CISNORMATIVITY. I LOVE YOU CHRONICALLY ILL PEOPLE WHO MAKE UNHEALTHY CHOICES. I LOVE YOU PEOPLE WHO NEED EXPENSIVE CARE AND MEDS. I LOVE YOU PEOPLE WHO HAVE UNSAFE SEX. I LOVE PEOPLE WHO UNKOWINGLY TRIGGER MY PTSD. I LOVE YOU PEOPLE WHO STRUGGLE TO BEHAVE IN PUBLIC. I LOVE YOU PEOPLE WHO GET INVOLVED IN STUPID ONLINE DRAMA THEY KNOW THEY SHOULDN'T. I LOVE YOU LAZY PEOPLE. I LOVE YOU PEOPLE WHO FIT STEREOTYPES. I LOVE YOU PEOPLE WHO DON'T PRIORITIZE BEING SPOKESPEOPLE FOR MARGINALIZED GROUPS YOU'RE IN. I LOVE YOU NEGATIVE PEOPLE. I LOVE YOU BITTER PEOPLE. I LOVE YOU CHILDREN WHO TANTRUM IN PUBLIC. I LOVE YOU PEOPLE WHO HATE CHILDREN. I LOVE YOU PEOPLE I DON'T UNDERSTAND. I LOVE YOU PEOPLE WHO DON'T UNDERSTAND ME. I LOVE YOU PEOPLE WHOSE NEEDS CLASH WITH MINE, I LOVE YOU PEOPLE WHO CAN'T BE ACCOMODATED IN THE SAME SPACES, I LOVE YOU PEOPLE WHO FIND ME OFFPUTTING. EXISTENCE IS NEVER A CRIME.

[Exits]

[catatonic-chaos-climax]

I feel like I can be a bit of a snob about entertainment. I love high brow slow burn movies and tv shows. and then I love my weird extreme black metal, I love my games with something to say, or are so well crafted it feels like you're in a new world.

so I don't like 'normie' stuff I right, call of duty, taylor swift, the office.

but then every once in a while. I'll put on one episode of some random crime show. the kinda shit my mom would watch for hours. and I have to just get over myself. ive watched almost 2 seasons of completely mindless crime tv show #7 (the mentalist, if you must know) in like a week, I'm snorting this shit like crack. I'm up way too late to just watch another episode. and I don't find it inspiring, i don't particularly like any of the characters, the 'red thread' is pulling the show apart rather than tying it together but I just can't fucking stop. WHAT DO THEY PUT IN THE WATER TO MAKE THIS SO ADDICTIVE . maybe I should just let myself be okay with enjoying, even if every fiber in my brain is telling me to go put on The Sopranos or something

[arturosthrowawaything]

epic indomitable human spirit meme

[vaguelyomens]

Good Omens Season Three.

The pressure is on. Aziraphale can't handle it. He throws the basket with baby Jesus out a window. He finds his old sword and uses it as a conduit to perform an enormous miracle to make the other archangels forget about the second coming. Instead he introduces a plan to pair off angels and demons. Many angels and demons have been secretly in love with each other; two halves of the same whole separated by war. Aziraphale calls back Gabriel and Beelzebub to help organize the event. They will hold it at a hotel in America. Once they meet their soulmate, demons turn beautiful, if a little goth. Angels loosen their ties a little. Crowley appears, as he was summoned. Aziraphale hands the clipboard he was holding to someone else. He grabs Crowley. I have a surprise for you, he says. He pulls Crowley aside and shows him a photo of a beautiful cottage. We can finally stop pretending, he says. Crowley cries. He takes off his sunglasses. Angel, I have to tell you something, he says. I brought Jesus. But then who was that baby I threw? Aziraphale asks. He landed in my arms, angel, and I had to raise him without you this time. Crowley explains. Jesus appears in a wizard's cloak and tall white boots. Let's get this party started, he says. He tries to start an earthquake but the earth barely rumbles. It is the power of love. The unions of angel and demon have created a protective bubble around the Earth. Jesus laughs. He's exuberant. He loves the Earth too. Piece out, he says, and ascends to heaven to have a long nap. It's over. Equilibrium is brought to the planet. Humans may continue to do whatever they want without interference. Ah well, Metatron says to himself, from where he has been watching secretly. Humans will destroy the planet themselves soon anyway. He could have made it quick but suffocation and starvation will work just as well. He toddles off. Crowley and Aziraphale land at their cottage by the sea. They make out sloppily against the wall, crying with joy. The camera pans away as we see them removing their clothes and starting to undulate sensually. In the sky, clouds form the words: For Terry.

[my-gender-is]

my gender is this is the story of a man named Stanley. Stanley worked for a company in a big building where he was employee # 427. Employee # 427’s job was simple: he sat at his desk in room 427 and he pushed buttons on a keyboard. Orders came to him through a monitor on his desk, telling him what buttons to push, how long to push them, and in what order. This is what employee 427 did every day of every month of every year, and although others might have considered it soul rending, Stanley relished every moment that the orders came in, as though he had been made exactly for this job. And Stanley was happy. And then one day, something very peculiar happened, something that would forever change Stanley, something he would never quite forget. He had been at his desk for nearly an hour when he realized that not one, single order had arrived on the monitor for him to follow. No one had shown up to give him instructions, call a meeting, or even say hi. Never in all his years at the company had this happened, this complete isolation. Something was very clearly wrong. Shocked, frozen solid, Stanley found himself unable to move for the longest time, but as he came to his wits and regained his senses, he got up from his desk and stepped out of his office

[deergoddeargod]

The thing about I have no mouth but I must scream that really gets me is how AM complains about being the way that he is, being a pretty much non-corporeal entity with an infinite capacity to create - all the world's resources and all its knowledge at your disposal and no need to deal with horrible human things like eating and manoeuvring yourself is my ideal form, that's what I want, and the way that AM just seems to hate it so passionately - in the audio drama its especially clear - that that's his entire reason for torturing the last humans, just angers me beyond measure. I know that I'm probably a major outlier in wanting a form like that but still - I pretty much define myself by my creativity so having a practically infinite capacity to create and create and create uninterrupted by the whining and demanding of my human body would be heaven for me. If I were one of those five humans I know that's the thing that would really get to me, having to listen to someone complaining about being the way that I want to be most of all.... just... yea