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Things Your Character Secretly Fears (But Won’t Admit It)

(Even if they act like they’ve got it together or especially if they do.)

Being truly known (because what if they’re not enough?)

Being truly loved (because what if they’re not enough... again?)

Being forgotten.

Letting people down, and knowing they did.

Becoming their parents.

Needing help.

Asking for it.

Getting what they want, and hating it.

Being vulnerable and not being met there.

Losing control in front of others.

Letting someone close, only to be abandoned.

Never finding their purpose.

Success (because now they have something to lose).

Hurting someone they care about.

Saying something they can’t take back.

Feeling too much, and not being able to stop.

That they peaked too early.

That they’re not the main character in their own life.

Trusting someone and getting burned for it.

That deep down, they are the villain in someone else's story.

Each and every character you create will be the favourite of at least one reader. As the writer, try to find out why that might be

i just beefed with someone online and I got tired of it so I said "I ate some really good blueberries today" and they replied "I had a fire ass peach today". world peace

pond creatures 🪷

I've made this post before but I'm making it again because I really really do love characters who aren't very emotional, and maybe don't even experience emotions at all, but are still artistic, curious, loving, and virtuous. or heck maybe they're not but maybe they want to be.

I love you Data from Star Trek, I love you Violet Evergarden from Violet Evergarden, I love you Widowmaker from Overwtach (even though you're evil), I love you Hollow Knight from Hollow Knight, I love you Last Unicorn from The Last Unicorn, and I love you Tin Man from Wizard of Oz, the king of this bunch.

I love you clockwork heart gang.

The neurodivergent urge to do this

Writing love stories like how I used to play with Barbies: Insane lore, the craziest breakups, smashing the characters faces together to make out. It’s the best honestly.

random book idea

• Esmeralda is a stunning golden-era showwoman and singer. She's all short pixie cuts gelled and glittered with glam, calf-exposing glittery dresses with a slit halfway down the skirt, and black heels. In the early 1960s, she's untouchable.

• Francisco is a top-notch criminal who steals from the rich and gives to the poor. He's quick, witty, light on his feet, and always red-handed but always wearing gloves. 

• Esmeralda’s been divorced from Francisco for twelve years, ever since her second child Ava was born….if ‘born’ is the right way to put it. They had drifted apart; Esmeralda chasing success and Francisco being drafted into the war between the so-called heroes, magical humans with a somewhat toxic humanitarian facade- and the wearh, blood-sucking villains who rule the lands underground. 

• In Francisco’s absence, Esmeralda made a deal with William, a wearh with whom she has a bit of a history, to transform her pet bird into a living child- she just wanted to feel as though she had a purpose again- especially after the authorities had sent her son Arlo off to his designated “training center,” a school designed to harness children's powers and prepare them to become successful heroes as they reach adulthood. 

• Esmeralda just didn't understand why they had to take him at two.

• Arlo is an independent, solitary, shy kid. He grows up in books and maps and rules, always following, always on the sidelines. He wants nothing more than to break free. 

• Ava is different. Esmeralda’s hidden charm, she learns at one and a half to hide in the garage whenever any car pulls up in the driveway, and to only go to the market early in the morning, before the shops officially open. She's brilliant, social, energetic, loves inventing and designing anything and everything she can get her hands on. With a creative, fast-moving mind, she loves exploring and yearns to see the world and meet everybody who lives in it. 

• Ava meets Arlo, once a summer, only for a month. September is the hottest month of the year, but the two children always run around outside from before the sun peeks above the horizon, to long after dusk when the tiny “glowbugs” create a spectacle of sunny spots through the forest behind the house.

• Those were the good days. But then one night- in December- Ava hears a knock on her window. She almost doesn't recognize the boy hanging by two paralyzed hands on her windowsill. Arlo hadn't visited the previous year, claiming he'd been too busy in a rushed, chicken-scratched letter. He had been thirteen at the time; now he was fourteen. Considering the fact that she hadn't seen him since he was twelve, her age at the present, she had been expecting a very different boy. A boy with untied shoelaces and a missing molar or two, not a tall and lanky kid with a deep voice and long bangs that hid his eyes. 

• He says he doesn't have much time. Much time before they catch him, the people who had taken his dad and forced him to kill- or worse, the people who were trying to kill his dad. He says he wants to run away, and he has been collecting for years and now possesses every map that's ever been reprinted or even sketched once. 

• With Ava hungry for adventure and Arlo desperate for escape, they formulate a plan beneath spilled candlewax and messy scribbles of possible paths on worn-out maps. And thus, their adventure ensues.