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saraswritingtipps · 10 months

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Good Traits Gone Bad

Exploring good traits gone bad in a novel can add depth and complexity to your characters. Here are a few examples of good traits that can take a negative turn:

1. Empathy turning into manipulation: A character with a strong sense of empathy may use it to manipulate others' emotions and gain an advantage.

2. Confidence becoming arrogance: Excessive confidence can lead to arrogance, where a character belittles others and dismisses their opinions.

3. Ambition turning into obsession: A character's ambition can transform into an unhealthy obsession, causing them to prioritize success at any cost, including sacrificing relationships and moral values.

4. Loyalty becoming blind devotion: Initially loyal, a character may become blindly devoted to a cause or person, disregarding their own well-being and critical thinking.

5. Courage turning into recklessness: A character's courage can morph into reckless behavior, endangering themselves and others due to an overestimation of their abilities.

6. Determination becoming stubbornness: Excessive determination can lead to stubbornness, where a character refuses to consider alternative perspectives or change their course of action, even when it's detrimental.

7. Optimism becoming naivety: Unwavering optimism can transform into naivety, causing a character to overlook dangers or be easily deceived.

8. Protectiveness turning into possessiveness: A character's protective nature can evolve into possessiveness, where they become overly controlling and jealous in relationships.

9. Altruism becoming self-neglect: A character's selflessness may lead to neglecting their own needs and well-being, to the point of self-sacrifice and burnout.

10. Honesty becoming brutal bluntness: A character's commitment to honesty can turn into brutal bluntness, hurting others with harsh and tactless remarks.

These examples demonstrate how even admirable traits can have negative consequences when taken to extremes or used improperly. By exploring the complexities of these traits, you can create compelling and multi-dimensional characters in your novel.

Happy writing!

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strawberrywinter4 · 20 days

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Just found out today that my friend posts fanfiction as well.

She told me, nervously, that she posts her writing. And I was like oh! me too!

And her eyes lit up, I’m saying, LIT. UP.

She was like… what do you write?

I was like… fanfiction.

And she was like girl…

ME TOO!

I asked where she posts her writing.

She whispered “Ao3.”

Girl…

ME TOO.

The duration of our conversation included giggling and talking about our fandoms like maniacs.

The best feeling is when you’re able to invite a friend into your secret world of fandoms and fanfiction.

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juan-francisco-palencia · 20 days

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Quotable quotes.

"As cruel and painful as it may seem at times, we have to accept that some people can only be in our hearts, not in our lives."

— Juan Francisco Palencia.

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full-on-sam · 9 months

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I am so lucky to be on writeblr. You mean there are thousands of stories out there?? And people are writing them??

And they wanna share them with me??

That's just so amazing!! And I am looking forward to buy and read all the books my morboes put out there.

Y'all are wonderful, hope you know that

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thepedanticbohemian · 8 months

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Think of this as a post-it note about showing instead of telling.

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sas-soulwriter · 7 months

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Writing Promts

"Every writer knows it, a writer's block sets in, and you feel completely paralyzed. Whenever I feel that, I google for some good prompts and try to make something out of them. Here are some easy ones I found.

Write about a vivid childhood memory. Describe the sights, sounds, and emotions you experienced.

Imagine you wake up one day with a superpower. What is it, and how do you use it?

Write a letter to your future self. What advice would you give, or what questions would you ask?

Describe your ideal day from start to finish. What would you do, where would you go, and who would you spend it with?

Create a short story that begins with the sentence: "It was a dark and stormy night…"

Write a conversation between two strangers who meet on a long train journey. What do they talk about?

Explore the life of a book on a library shelf. What does it witness, and how does it feel about being there?

Imagine a world where animals can talk. Write a dialogue between a human and their pet.

Write a poem about your favorite season and the feelings it evokes in you.

Choose a painting, photograph, or piece of artwork and write a story inspired by it.

Describe a place you've never been to but have always wanted to visit. What draws you to this place?

Write a story that starts with the line: "The door creaked open, revealing a room filled with secrets."

Write a monologue from the perspective of an elderly person reflecting on their life.

Create a dialogue between two characters who have very different worldviews. How do they clash or find common ground?

Write about a random object you see in your immediate surroundings, giving it a backstory and significance.

Imagine you are a detective investigating a mysterious disappearance. Describe your thought process and discoveries.

Write a letter of apology from a fictional character to another character for something they did in the past.

Write a humorous story about a misadventure during a family vacation.

Describe a moment when you felt truly inspired and motivated. What led to that feeling, and what did you do as a result?

Write a scene where a character receives a surprising and life-changing piece of news. How do they react?

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soul-struck · 11 months

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my dad was talking about how love is a ghost. it slips under door frames, lies forgotten in the attic, leaves the windows open for the breeze to blow in and scatter the papers on your desk. love is a storm, it's what haunts you at night. he said that love is a ghost we chase our whole lives.

my mom said that love is a garden you water everyday. you can poison it, or grow it with love and sunlight. there will be disasters that uproot your garden, but just like the patience with which you wait for plants to grow, you have to let your love grow back like apple blossoms after a winter storm.

maybe the most important question you can ever ask someone is, "what do you think love is?" because understanding is instrumental to love. you have to love someone in their language, you have to fight for someone who thinks that love is won after a hard battle, and you have to wipe away the blood of someone who thinks that love is a sword held by its blade.

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steddieasitgoes · 27 days

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I'm being indecisive and I could use the help, but all you're getting is emoji descriptions also please reblog!

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ludovicawrites · 3 months

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At the dusk of my days

I feel nothing but remorse

I have been looking you away

Making your pain even worse

I remember you as a wild cat

Smart, independent and stronger

I feel remorse to turn you back

And I'm here, living as a sad loner

I hope you liked it, it's inspired on the song Anger's Remorse from the band Old Gods of Asgard (Poets of the fall).

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queenie-blackthorn · 7 months

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how i come up w high fantasy names

rb with your techniques !

word searches. i try to find jumbled nonsense that can possibly has some meaning

nicknames. im arab, so i take arab names, take the nickname of that name, and derive a new name out of it. for example, the name 'latifa' has the nickname 'latoof' so i turn 'latoof' into 'toofa'. this or the slightly less stupid version of taking arab names and switching up letters. for example, adil is a arabic name (pronounced aah-dil) so i switch up the last letter and make 'adin' (ah-din with a shorter stretch on the 'a')

keyboard smash. cut out letters until its short enough to be a name. then add in vowels as needed.

search up 'stupid name spellings of common names' on google. (e.g. 'jaeysinn') then basically dissect that name until you get smth you like (e.g. jaesi)

listen to toddlers trying to speak n try to type out the gibberish. then use the dissection technique

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saraswritingtipps · 6 months

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Some tips for using a few words to describe voices:

1. Tone Words: Use tone words to convey the emotional quality of a voice. For example, you can describe a voice as "melodic," "soothing," "sharp," "gentle," or "commanding" to give readers a sense of the tone.

2. Pitch and Range: Mention the pitch and range of the voice. Is it "deep," "high-pitched," "raspy," or "full-bodied"? This can provide insight into the character's age, gender, or emotional state.

3. Accent and Diction: Describe the character's accent or diction briefly to give a sense of their background or cultural influences. For instance, "British-accented," "Southern drawl," or "formal."

4. Volume: Mention the volume of the voice, whether it's "whispering," "booming," "murmuring," or "hushed."

5. Quality: Use terms like "velvet," "silken," "gravelly," "honeyed," or "crisp" to convey the texture or quality of the voice.

6. Rate of Speech: Describe how fast or slow the character speaks, using words like "rapid," "slurred," "measured," or "rambling."

7. Mood or Emotion: Indicate the mood or emotion carried by the voice. For example, a "quivering" voice may convey fear or anxiety, while a "warm" voice may express comfort and reassurance.

8. Resonance: Describe the resonance of the voice, such as "echoing," "nasal," "booming," or "tinny."

9. Timbre: Mention the timbre of the voice, using words like "rich," "thin," "clear," or "smoky."

10. Cadence: Highlight the rhythm or cadence of speech with descriptors like "staccato," "lilting," "rhythmic," or "halting."

11. Intonation: Convey the character's intonation by saying their voice is "sarcastic," "apologetic," "confident," or "questioning."

12. Vocal Characteristics: If applicable, mention unique vocal characteristics, like a "lisp," "stutter," "drawl," or "accented 'r'."

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strawberrywinter4 · 2 months

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i saw your post about prompts for a johnlock fanfic, and i thought it would be fun if they went on a picnic date (+ it could be in the evening so there would be stars) :)

Thank you, thank you for this prompt! I wrote away, haha, so I hope you enjoy <3

The Greats

Fandom: Sherlock(TV)

Tags: Established Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Established Relationship, beginning relationship, countryside, Picnics, picnic date, Hand Kisses, John kind of speaks poetry, Star Gazing, Theories of Stars, Romance, Fluff

Read here on ao3.

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It was, initially, for a case.

A series of murders summoned them to the countryside, and Sherlock had a delightful time, claiming that it was a “fun one.”

Now, after the chaos has ended and the case has been solved, Sherlock’s excitement instantly deflates. He complained about the fact that they were still in this god-forsaken village and that they should return home immediately so that he’s able to get proper rest in case of another murder coming about, and he’ll need his ability of deductions, clear and skillful.

Sherlock and John are packing for their departure, folding clothes and gathering toiletries. The inn which they’ve stayed in is a local lodge that’s run by a widowed woman, Agnes, who’s practically like the Mrs. Hudson away from home. Sherlock catches himself longing for his Mrs. Hudson’s biscuits.

John curses under his breath as he peers down at his phone, the screen illuminating his face through the dimly lit room. Sherlock quirks a brow in question.

“Our train has been… delayed,” John explains. “Delayed until tomorrow morning.”

Sherlock groans in complaint, flopping down on the bed which contains sheets opposite to his liking. “This is troublesome,” he scowls, burying his face into the pillow.

John sighs, seeming slightly irritated as well. “Yes, well… nothing we can do now.”

“I have no desire to sleep anywhere besides our own bed for another night, John. This is already proving difficult,” Sherlock says, his voice muffled due to the pillow.

“I thought you didn’t sleep,” John quips back, taking a seat next to Sherlock’s sulking body.

“You’ve changed my sleep schedule considerably. Now I actually need to rest my eyes properly,” Sherlock complains in dismay.

A strong hand runs up Sherlock’s spine, then squeezes the back of his neck. “We should be thankful we have somewhere to sleep,” John reminds him.

“Oh, please. Don’t try to make me feel sorry for voicing valid concerns.”

“Concerns about yourself,” John corrects him. “Anyway, I’m going to head to the front desk, set up another night for us.”

Sherlock makes a noncommittal noise.

John scoffs and stands, and Sherlock can hear the door shut on his way out.

An hour passes, and finally, then, Sherlock turns on his back, furrowing his brows. The late sunset peeks through the window, making its way through the curtains.

John has been gone quite some time. It shouldn’t take that long to register another night, should it? Sherlock wouldn’t know. He doesn’t concern himself with such useless information.

Just then, the door opens and John walks in, a wooden basket in hand. He grins once he sees Sherlock.

“Come on, you big baby. Stop sulking and let’s go enjoy ourselves, yeah?” John suggests, taking a quick look at himself in the mirror, fixing the collar of his jumper.

Sherlock rolls his eyes and stands from the bed, going to stand in front of John. He shoos John’s hands away and fixes the collar himself, which John seems grateful for.

“And what on earth are you talking about?” Sherlock asks absentmindedly.

“You’ll see once you stop fiddling with my clothes that look just fine,” John says.

“Mm. You wear horrid jumpers, John. I have to make do with what I have.”

John rolls his eyes and grabs Sherlock’s hand. “Go put your shoes on. We’re going out and there’s no arguing about it.”

Sherlock reluctantly does as he’s told.

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It isn’t a long walk, but Sherlock has to bite back several grumbles about his feet hurting.

They finally arrive at a field of open grass, it being one of many near the village. Sherlock blinks in confusion, looking down at John who sets the basket down. Sherlock observes the field, there being nothing but occasional trees and distant mountains in sight. It’s close to nightfall, the sun now ducking under the hills.

“A potential suspect?” Sherlock asks, a tinge of excitement coming back to his chest.

“Nope,” John responds, searching through the basket.

“Oh. A stakeout, then?”

“No,” John responds again, setting down a plaid blanket.

“So… nothing of entertainment,” Sherlock concludes. The excitement dissipates.

“Sherlock.”

Sherlock looks down, seeing John light a lantern. He sets it carefully beside the blanket, then begins setting out various mini deserts on the blanket, as if they’re magically appearing out of the basket.

After John is done preparing the setup, he extends his hand. Hesitantly, Sherlock takes it, and carefully, John pulls him down next to him. Sherlock sits next to the blogger, and John keeps him close, his body warmth making the slight chill of the night seem like only a breeze.

John’s deep, always sincere eyes find Sherlock, searching the detective. “You need to rest that beautiful brain of yours and just be here with me,” John says.

Sherlock’s eyes flutter as they wander the scene. “What is this?” he asks skeptically.

John’s grin is wide as he obviously tries to hold a chuckle. “This, Sherlock, is called a picnic,” John explains, enunciating his words.

Sherlock glares. “I’m aware. I just mean… why?”

“Why not?”

“This isn’t something we… do,” Sherlock tries to clarify.

“I didn’t know we had an itinerary for our relationship,” John teases.

Sherlock huffs. “You know what I mean.”

“Sherlock, we’re on a date,” John says, taking the detective’s hand in his. “I’m taking you out on a date.”

Sherlock’s heart stutters at John’s words. Yes. Of course. This is what couples do. They date.

“I know going out just because isn’t our usual dynamic, but… this is my way of showing you that I appreciate you,” John says, his voice low as if anyone else could disturb their peace.

“Oh…” Sherlock says, eyes wandering the setup once again.

John’s eyes turn to concern. “Do you not like it?”

“No!” Sherlock quickly reassures, if not too eagerly. “I mean- yes. I like it. Um…”

John stares at him, showing he’s attentive.

“I just mean that… I’m not sure how to- I don’t know how you’d like me to-”

John releases a short laugh, squeezing Sherlock’s hand. “Darling, I’m not asking you to do anything. Be yourself. It’s just us.”

It’s just us.

John says it so easily, as if that’s the way it’s always been.

It is how it’s always been.

It’s always just been them.

John brings Sherlock’s hand up to his lips, kissing it quickly before bringing the sweets over to where they’re sitting. Sherlock can’t stop his cheeks from heating.

“I know how you like your scones,” John starts, setting the plate between them, “so don’t let me stop you.”

Sherlock allows himself to smile, grabbing one of the scones from the plate. “Is this why you took such an awfully long time to register us another night?”

John looks up, squinting an eye in confusion. Then, his lips turn into an “oh” as he nods. “Yes. That.”

Sherlock sighs, realization coming to him. “Our train ride wasn’t delayed,” he concludes. The detective shakes his head in bewilderment. “You… fooled me.”

“This is a perfect place for a picnic,” John says in defense. “No way am I going to take you somewhere in London when you can get authenticity out here.”

“There’s Regent’s Park,” Sherlock offers.

“There is,” John agrees. “But London doesn’t have a view like this.”

They both look up and are met with the sight of a thousand glittering stars. Sherlock feels himself go a bit hazy as he lays back fully against the blanket, staring up at the heavenly body. John lays next to him, their shoulders touching. Sherlock presses into the touch.

“What’s your belief, then?” John asks, voice quiet.

“Hm?”

“Everyone has a belief in stars.”

“John, they consist of hydrogen, helium, and-”

“No,” John interrupts softly. “I mean… a belief that’s not based on the strict laws of science.”

Sherlock only stares. “I don’t believe I’ve formed one.”

John hums.

“How about you?” Sherlock asks, his curiosity peaked.

“Well… when Harry and I were little, we had loads of theories. One was-” John stops for a laugh. “One was that each star is a symbol of one of the greats. That someone who’s made an impact in history makes their way to the top, becomes one of the many shining fragments that people look up to for hope. And they watch us live our pathetic little lives as they thrive in the sky.”

Sherlock grins. “That sounds promising.”

“Doesn’t it?” John releases a contented sigh. “I can’t wait for us to become stars.”

Sherlock turns his head to settle his eyes on John. “So you’re claiming that we’ll be one of the greats?”

John turns his head as well, eyes landing on Sherlock with adoration.

“We already are.”

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thepedanticbohemian · 8 months

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sas-soulwriter · 7 months

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Sentence Starters

Here are some sad sentence starters that you can use to set a melancholic tone for a book:

"The rain fell steadily, mirroring the tears that streamed down her cheeks."

"In the silence of the empty room, he felt the weight of her absence like a crushing burden."

"As the sun dipped below the horizon, he couldn't help but think of all the dreams that had slipped away with the fading light."

"She clutched the old, worn letter in her trembling hands, the words within a painful reminder of what once was."

"The room was filled with the echoes of their laughter, now silenced forever."

"He stared at the photograph, wishing he could turn back time to that moment when everything felt perfect."

"The autumn leaves fell from the trees, mirroring the gradual decay of their once vibrant love."

"The empty chair at the dinner table served as a haunting reminder of the one who would never return."

"With each passing day, the distance between them grew, and their love became a distant memory."

"She watched as the train disappeared into the distance, taking with it the love of her life."

"The sound of her voice lingered in his mind, a bittersweet melody that he would never hear again."

"In the stillness of the hospital room, he held her cold, lifeless hand, unable to comprehend the emptiness that now lay before him."

"The once vibrant garden had withered and died, much like the hope in her heart."

"As he gazed at the stars, he wondered if she was looking at the same sky, miles away, lost in her own thoughts."

"The shattered pieces of their relationship lay scattered on the floor, impossible to put back together."

"The pages of the diary were filled with words of longing and regret, a testament to a love that had slipped through their fingers."

"He stood at the edge of the cliff, the vast expanse of the ocean below serving as a stark metaphor for the emptiness in his soul."

"The flickering candle provided the only source of light in the dark room, casting long shadows that seemed to mirror the depths of his despair."

"The sound of her favorite song brought tears to his eyes, a painful reminder of the dances they would never share again."

"In the fading twilight, he whispered her name into the wind, knowing that his words would never reach her."

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