#character developent

[mordellestories]

@mostghcst continued from here.

Mordelle froze mid search at the words that had just escaped the ghosts mouth. Ever so slowly, she turned around and faced the deadman with narrowed eyes. “Oh, I dunno,” she dripped with sarcasm, “do you really want me to go off about how men are the most vile, stupid, idiotic, lazy, clueless...” She went on... and on... and on... “You KNOW WHAT?! You’ve been around long enough. How about YOU tell ME...” She huffed and suddenly deflated. “Is love even real?” She whispered.

[mordellestories]

Character Bio: Belle

Born: Kari Belle Dubois

Goes by: Belle while at home and Kari when sailing abroad under her fathers comand.

Age: 28

Height: 5’8”

Sex: Female

Gender: Neutral. She loves being daddy’s girl but often is mistaken for a strapping young lad when she sports her favorite sailor clothes, and loves that too.

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual. Would woo both men and women from seaport to seaport until she fell in love and married.

Marital status: Widow of Gerard Bonet.

Peronality: Courteus but often blunt, especially when irritated. Polite but has a sailors mouth when it suits her. Kind and open minded. Adventurous but also loves a good book, especially if it’s about faraway lands and pirates.

Hobbies: Sailing, reading, gardening, loves to chop wood for exercise. Begins studying alchemy and other magical arts while living at King Searlus’ (the Beast) castle. Loves to laugh at Searlus’ expense and shocking his refined Royal mind with her unfiltered candor.

Physical Traits inspired by image below:

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From my Beauty and the Beast Fic here.

[mordellestories]

@mostghcst continued from here.

The question that had tumbled out of her mouth was not the question she wanted to ask. Still, the ghost had answered it unknowingly. Of course love was real. It just wasn’t forever. It was a, what had he said? A ‘Rinse and repeat,’ effort by all those still living. 

The kind of romantic love she believed in as a child was merely that... childish. Had she loved and been loved? Yes, there was no question about that. Did that love last? Well, no. Not really. Not in the way she had hoped for. Because people change. She changed. The love she needed years ago, just wasn’t cutting it anymore. Maybe the failures of her relationships stemmed from a dismal, inadequate love of herself. 

What led her clamoring and desperate for inebriation was the hard fact that she had a shitty decision to make. A decision she could not voice. Not yet.  

The writer was silent as she watched the discomfort on her muses face settle right before he asked her what she thought.

“What do I think?” She muttered, then shrugged. “I think I need my whiskey and a good fuck. That’s what I think.” With an about-face, Mordelle continued her search for the bottle of Buffalo Trace.  

[smallpwbbles]

Some concepts I’ve been working on for Marilyn’s universe.

Just a couple of uncloaked Edith’s because when she’s not wearing it she looks ready to mur d e r.

The creepy black eyed woman is called Fay. She is the witch that got Edith half-cursed. I had explained before in an earlier post that witches that become corrupt no longer have a sense of what’s right or what’s wrong. They are consumed by despair and seek to infect others with it, thus cursing them. I will explain why Edith got half-cursed later.

And please take Marilyn trying to have tea with droplets fam that are all nearly the size of her hand because that’s just utterly hilarious to me.

[martimelville]

Thirteen Reasons Why Facebook is a Writer's Smorgasboard for Artificial Intelligence, Ghouls, Spies, and Other Rich Characters

Thirteen Reasons Why Facebook is a Writer’s Smorgasboard for Artificial Intelligence, Ghouls, Spies, and Other Rich Characters

I spent a couple of hours in Starbucks the other day with my husband just “people watching.”  It’s a primo place to conduct a character study — second only to the airport.  It made me wonder why I didn’t spend more time in this venue doing just that — watching people and developing ideas for my books.  Then I realized, there was a ripe environment right in front of me to do just that — social…

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[mementomarygold]

Me age 14: *looks at boy* Please don't be gay

Me Age 19: *looks at girl* Please be gay

[spiralflame]

getting bolder and bolder, aren't we?

and by that we mean 'more and more desperate'

"Um... I-I really dig you!"

"A drill that could spin your heart around? Pretty sure mine's the only one."

"I'm getting really tired of just doing paperwork all the time... Wanna be next?"

"That's Tengen Toppa. That's in my pants."