Biting killing maiming ect

feeling u bestieeee

imagine seeing the word fucking in a post about getting off to being tortured

Thank god for that censor

so weird how in english some words are really just used in expressions and not otherwise… like has anyone said “havoc” when not using it in the phrase “wreaking havoc”? same goes for “wreaking” actually…

reply with more, i’m fascinated

these are called fossil words! here's a whole list

the suffering never ends

This is the real process

Resources for you!

Character Ideas:

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Creating Background/backstory:

Character Interactions and putting your character into your world/story:

Bonus art masterlist!

BLESS EVERYONE IN THIS POST.

Oh my God!

It’s amazing, some links aren’t working for me but those who are, are spectacular.

Reblogging because NAMING IS HARD

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In writing, epithets ("the taller man"/"the blonde"/etc) are inherently dehumanizing, in that they remove a character's name and identity, and instead focus on this other quality.

Which can be an extremely effective device within narration!

But these only work if the epithet used is how the narrator primarily identifies that character. Which is why it's so jarring to see a lot of common epithets in intimate moments-- because it conveys that the main character is primarily thinking of their lover/best friend/etc in terms of their height or age or hair color.

To elaborate a little, switching back and forth in a scene describing the "blond-haired man" instead of using the character's name makes it increasingly hard to for the reader to connect to who you're talking about. This is a fatally common trope in fanfiction that really, really under-serves the reader.

To you, the writer, it is so boring to repeat the character's name over and over again. But to the reader, that fades into the background. When you need clarity in a paragraph and don't want to endlessly repeat pronouns, just use the character's name. It's so much better for your reader.

I made these as a way to compile all the geographical vocabulary that I thought was useful and interesting for writers. Some descriptors share categories, and some are simplified, but for the most part everything is in its proper place. Not all the words are as useable as others, and some might take tricky wording to pull off, but I hope these prove useful to all you writers out there!

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Oh, that’s very helpful indeed!

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sometimes you need dialogue tags and don't want to use the same four

For anyone who needs this

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moon goes HARD.

Paolo Sebastian 2020 Spring Couture Collection..

the blue gown(7th pic)💙

a comic about fix-it fanfics

just because your area of study isn’t chemistry or anatomy doesn’t mean you’re any less of a mad scientist! mad astronomers are evil! mad botanists are fucked up! mad psychologists are twisted! all fields of mad science are valid!!

Love me;

synopsis. You hate that he loves you so much and he hates that you don’t love him.

warnings: yandere, obsession, extremely bipolar and psychotic behaviour, he’s crazy, beyond crazy, angst, dark, unhealthy relationship, extreme hatred, mentions of kidnapping. This can be triggering, read it on your own risk, you have been warned.

note. Sorry for literally ghosting this account… I’ve been terribly busy so… forgive me… tysm for showing me so so much love for my works!!! I’m slowly adjusting to this fandom, still haha, even though it’s almost been a year since I made this acc… anyways! ENJOY! please share feedback cuz it’s my biggest source of inspiration! 😭‼️

<header credits: I found this pic on Pinterest, Credits to op!>

“Todoroki Shouto… I hate you so much, I can’t even begin to describe how much I fucking despise your guts!” You scream at the top of your lungs, but your voice only comes back to you with the sound of echoing in the basement, Shouto watched you with his calculated gaze. His lips were pressed in a thin straight line, you stared back at him with hatred filled eyes. A flash of longing and disappointment shined in his mono coloured eyes, but only for a second.

“Fuck you! Fuck you! I hate you!” You spat again, anger was coursing through your veins. He didn’t care, did he? Your skin was itching with irritation, it didn’t bug him. He was really insufferable. But you wanted to hurt him, in the worst ways possible.

But, To your disappointment, He only looked down.

“I know.” After what felt like an hour, he finally replied. Your eyebrows farrowed, what did he mean? “What?!?” You were now, genuinely confused. His tone was void of any emotion. It was cold, just like him. “I know, y/n.” He looked up from the concrete floor to you. His feet were starting to walk ahead in your direction, where you were held captive by the steel chains. “You never fail to express it. I-I know..” His eyes were glossy, his lips upturned, almost in a pout. If you didn’t know the real him, his tone would’ve made your heart shake.

But you knew damn well than to pity a monster like him.

Do fanfic writers take classes? Cause this piece was so beautifully written...

A bath and the view= *Chef's kiss*

The terror you had felt when you’d accidentally gotten caught in the middle of a battle between a hero and villain, had been nothing compared to the terror you’d felt when you had woken up in the hospital to a world completely void of light. 

Finding out that the damage had scarred you so badly, that the loss of vision would be permanent, had completely crushed you.

With the birth of the age of heroes and villains, the government had ended up setting in place a new system to support civilians who were caught in the crossfire. As an artist with no other income, and no one to help support you, you’d been certain that you were destined to rely entirely on that funding for the rest of your life, or until you could find another way to care for yourself, however unlikely it may be.

The agency the hero worked for, had offered some compensation for your injury and ended up paying all of your hospital fees, but in the grand scheme of things, it still left you living a rather meagre life. 

Or at least that’s how it would have been, had the gifts not started showing up.

The first time there had been a delivery of fresh groceries, you’d been completely baffled, but grateful. But the second time, you’d been a little more hesitant, as, despite having no real close friends or family who would know your tastes, each delivery seemed to have been perfectly catered to them.

It was more than a little unsettling, and soon enough it started to get even more bizarre and worrisome.

The moment you needed something replaced, a replacement would be delivered. If something broke, a handyman would show up to fix it before you could call them. Even when it came time to pay bills, you found them already paid, and your bank account completely untouched.

It was unnerving, but slowly and surely, you started to get use to it and appreciate it.

When someone had knocked on your door early one morning, you hadn’t thought much of it when you’d answered, having gotten use to random deliveries. A small smile slipped onto your lips when you caught the scent of fresh flowers, another thing you’d been receiving ever since you were hospitalised, and had slowly come to adore.

What you hadn’t been expecting, was to hear a very very familiar voice, when the person finally spoke. The voice you’d heard mere moments before you’d passed out from the pain of the injury that had permanently blinded you for life. 

Nor had you expected them to sound so utterly filled with remorse.

I CALLED IT!!!❤❤❤