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NEED HELP WRITING? (a masterlist)

I have likely not added many that I've reblogged to this list. Please feel free to roam my blog and/or ask/message me to add something you'd like to see on this list!

Synonym Lists

Look by @writers-potion

Descriptors

Voices by @saraswritingtipps

Show, Don't Tell by @lyralit

Tips & Tricks

5 Tips for Creating Intimidating Antagonists by @writingwithfolklore

How To (Realistically) Make a Habit of Writing by @byoldervine

Let's Talk About Misdirection by @deception-united

Tips to Improve Character Voice by @tanaor

Stephen King's Top 20 Rules for Writers posted by @toocoolformedschool

Fun Things to Add to a Fight Scene (Hand to Hand Edition) by @illarian-rambling

Questions I Ask My Beta Readers by @burntoutdaydreamer

Skip Google for Research by @s-n-arly

Breaking Writing Rules Right: Don't Write Direct Dialogue by @septemberercfawkes

Databases/Resources

International Clothing

Advice/Uplifting

Too Ashamed of Writing To Write by @writingquestionsanswered

"Said" is Beautiful by @blue-eyed-author

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Resources For Writing Sketchy Topics

Medicine

A Study In Physical Injury

Comas

Medical Facts And Tips For Your Writing Needs

Broken Bones

Burns

Unconsciousness & Head Trauma

Blood Loss

Stab Wounds

Pain & Shock

All About Mechanical Injuries (Injuries Caused By Violence)

Writing Specific Characters

Portraying a kleptomaniac.

Playing a character with cancer.

How to portray a power driven character.

Playing the manipulative character.

Portraying a character with borderline personality disorder.

Playing a character with Orthorexia Nervosa.

Writing a character who lost someone important.

Playing the bullies.

Portraying the drug dealer.

Playing a rebellious character.

How to portray a sociopath.

How to write characters with PTSD.

Playing characters with memory loss.

Playing a pyromaniac.

How to write a mute character.

How to write a character with an OCD.

How to play a stoner.

Playing a character with an eating disorder.

Portraying a character who is anti-social.

Portraying a character who is depressed.

How to portray someone with dyslexia.

How to portray a character with bipolar disorder.

Portraying a character with severe depression.

How to play a serial killer.

Writing insane characters.

Playing a character under the influence of marijuana.

Tips on writing a drug addict.

How to write a character with HPD.

Writing a character with Nymphomania.

Writing a character with schizophrenia.

Writing a character with Dissociative Identity Disorder.

Writing a character with depression.

Writing a character who suffers from night terrors.

Writing a character with paranoid personality disorder.

How to play a victim of rape.

How to play a mentally ill/insane character.

Writing a character who self-harms.

Writing a character who is high on amphetamines.

How to play the stalker.

How to portray a character high on cocaine.

Playing a character with ADHD.

How to play a sexual assault victim.

Writing a compulsive gambler.

Playing a character who is faking a disorder.

Playing a prisoner.

Portraying an emotionally detached character.

How to play a character with social anxiety.

Portraying a character who is high.

Portraying characters who have secrets.

Portraying a recovering alcoholic.

Portraying a sex addict.

How to play someone creepy.

Portraying sexually/emotionally abused characters.

Playing a character under the influence of drugs.

Playing a character who struggles with Bulimia.

Illegal Activity

Examining Mob Mentality

How Street Gangs Work

Domestic Abuse

Torture

Assault

Murder

Terrorism

Internet Fraud

Cyberwarfare

Computer Viruses

Corporate Crime

Political Corruption

Drug Trafficking

Human Trafficking

Sex Trafficking

Illegal Immigration

Contemporary Slavery 

Black Market Prices & Profits

AK-47 prices on the black market

Bribes

Computer Hackers and Online Fraud

Contract Killing

Exotic Animals

Fake Diplomas

Fake ID Cards, Passports and Other Identity Documents

Human Smuggling Fees

Human Traffickers Prices

Kidney and Organ Trafficking Prices

Prostitution Prices

Cocaine Prices

Ecstasy Pills Prices

Heroin Prices

Marijuana Prices

Meth Prices

Earnings From Illegal Jobs

Countries In Order Of Largest To Smallest Risk

Forensics

arson

Asphyxia

Blood Analysis

Book Review

Cause & Manner of Death

Chemistry/Physics

Computers/Cell Phones/Electronics

Cool & Odd-Mostly Odd

Corpse Identification

Corpse Location

Crime and Science Radio

crime lab

Crime Scene

Cults and Religions

DNA

Document Examination

Fingerprints/Patterned Evidence

Firearms Analysis

Forensic Anthropology

Forensic Art

Forensic Dentistry

Forensic History

Forensic Psychiatry

General Forensics

Guest Blogger

High Tech Forensics

Interesting Cases

Interesting Places

Interviews

Medical History

Medical Issues

Misc

Multiple Murderers

On This Day

Poisons & Drugs

Police Procedure

Q&A

serial killers

Space Program

Stupid Criminals

Theft

Time of Death

Toxicology

Trauma

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Oh my gosh. I just found this website that walks you though creating a believable society. It breaks each facet down into individual questions and makes it so simple! It seems really helpful for worldbuilding!

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when you see some cool whumpy art and you're like "oh nice finally some art with a female whumpee!" but nope it's another twink

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I am increasingly annoyed with "boys will be boys" and "dudes rock" in response to videos of men, say, digging a hole at the beach or doing tricks on a trampoline. I'm not a hater and I enjoy seeing people have fun, but men are just given the space to be whimsical and carefree in a way that women are not. Girls are expected to be caregivers from such an early age, sexualized earlier, effectively denied a childhood. I'll see a video of a guy giving random people on the street hugs and everyone observes that "all the women ignored him but the dudes had his back," and it's like well yeah, women are used to being harassed and have their guards up. And I want to see women get their own "dudes rock" treatment without being considered immature in a way that reflects on their entire gender, labelled "manic pixie dream girls" (a term used in media criticism not to be leveraged against real people just living their lives), or denied the kindness reserved for men with a sense of childlike wonder.

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instead of continuously over-donating to ao3 when those running the site are racist zionist sympathisers who shut down support of palestine from its volunteers 1 / 2 (among myriad other issues that u should NOT be funding) please direct your attention to these incomplete fundraisers for people in gaza and various tangible operations doing work. this is a call that if u have donated even a cent to ao3 to a) match that in your donations to palestinians/causes and b) stop donating so uncritically and unconditionally to ao3, pressure them. id like to direct u to @end-otw-racism

fundraiser masterpost by @el-shab-hussein

mona

care for gaza

help gaza's children

operation olive branch

the palestinian children's relief fund

unrwa

the palestinian red crescent society

buy an e-sim / donate for mass buying

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Important thing to remember: the only reason the number of deaths in Palestine are going down is because there isn't enough people to kill.

Read that again.

The only reason the number of deaths in Palestine are going down is because there isn't enough people to kill.

The genocide is still happening. The cruelty and inhumanity is still happening.

People are not numbers.

It is time we stop treating them as such.

Free Palestine.

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Fuck it

10 notes and I drink water everyday

20 notes and I eat 3 meals a day even if it means being late for school in the morning

50 notes and I take on of those gender test things to see if I’m non-binary

100 notes and I try and get at least 6 hours of sleep a night

200 notes and I start writing the fic again

500 notes and I’ll eat less unhealthy food

2000 notes and I’ll ask go on a walk every day

5000 notes and I’ll read homestuck

10,000 notes and I’ll start learning how to draw

15,000 notes and I’ll ask my mum if I can go to therapy (please no)

20,000 and I’ll ask my crush out (please no again)

Only three reblogs per person pls

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REBLOG IF YOUR BLOG IS A SAFE SPACE FOR AROMANTIC PEOPLE AND IF YOU THINK THEY ARE VALID

I am Aromantic but i wanna see how ppl think we are valid

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Reminder for artists and writers to OPT-OUT of Tumblr giving your posts to companies to train AI programs

Each of your side-blogs has to enable the "Prevent sharing" setting. It's not account-wide

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gotta try it myself

how’s everyone doin tonight i just broke tumblr

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Yokai and Yaksha - i.

Thump.

You felt the rough bark against your back before you even realized you'd fallen against a tree. Your eyes closed for a second as you relaxed yourself before opening them again, taking in your surroundings.

It was midday, if the position of the sun was any indication. You were pretty high up somewhere, and from here you could see the harbor you were trying to get to. There were unfamiliar white flowers littered around you, you would've picked some if you had the energy.

Most of all, you heard silence. You were always very aware of noises, your ears being better than that of humans, so you expected to hear great sounds everywhere you traveled. But here, in these beautifully unfamiliar, tranquil mountains, the only noise you could hear was the gentle humming of the wind as it flew past your figure and the sound of your own thoughts.

This serenity, so strange but so welcomed, didn't last for long. It never did. You could hear the way the winds changed, the tender hugs of breeze becoming, for only a second, waves of violent wind. And you could hear someone, too. Right in front of you, where nobody had stood prior.

You opened your eyes again, though you didn't remember closing them, and were faced with the edge of a spear. The spear was a brilliant emerald color. It shone like it'd never seen bloodshed. Your eyes trailed upwards, to the hands—rough looking and scarred by time—to the arms, and they landed on the face.

It was youthful, and held malice that you recognized all too familiarly. He had dark hair with lighter teal streaks. His eyes, so blank, were a rare gold. He had some sort of diamond imprinted on his forehead. You could only wonder what it meant.

The boy said nothing to you, so you took it upon yourself to initiate interaction.

"Can I help you?"

You did your best to sound normal, to not let the strain seep in. But even with your centuries of experience, you could not mask your exhaustion. You'd traveled for so long. Why wouldn't this boy let you rest, even if only for an hour?

"I'm unaware," he started. His voice was rough, as if his words were choked in his throat and he'd untangled a web of misery to get them out, "of how you managed to stay hidden for so long. But you've only made my job easier, demon."

You tilted your head. The people you served were quick to call the yokai of less benevolence, "demons." You've heard the venomous title be thrown at the Oni and the Tengu, but nobody would dare to hurl that word at you. You sighed. "I'm sorry, there must be a misunderstanding."

He raised his spear to his right side, at the same height as your head. "Don't play stupid." He swung, that beautifully jaded spear coming full force at your neck. And then, ever quickly did it happen, it was hot. Hot and bright. And the spear never made contact with you.

You could hear it clatter on the ground, each bit of contact it made ringing out in your ears. And you could hear the boy, raspy as ever, cry out in pain. His hair stuck up in all sorts of direction, and there was a newly placed burn mark on his right arm. It was then that you realized just what had transpired.

He had been struck by lightning.

You look up towards the sky, your mouth slightly agape. There wasn't a thunder cloud in the sky. Moreover, there wasn't a scratch on you, despite you and the boy being so close. You let a smile creep onto your face as you stood. "I didn't think she still cared about me…"

You took a step forward so you were, wobbly as you were, standing over your assailant. "As I was about to say, I think there's been some sort of misunderstanding. I am no demon."

"Then why—" he paused, and you could sense that he was trying to speak through the burning pain. "… you feel like one."

You hummed in thought, kneeling down next to him and taking his arm. He ripped it away from you. "Don't touch me."

"Sorry. The demons you know have been eradicated a long time ago, haven't they?" You asked, standing back up straight. "Perhaps the yokai of Inazuma feel similarly enough that, in your unfamiliarity, you can mistake us for demons."

"Yokai?" The word was rough on his tongue, as if he didn't actually believe anything you were saying.

"We are creatures of Inazuma. Some of us take the forms of ogres or animals, but none of us are monsters by nature."

"… I see."

"Now that that's cleared up, you owe me," you said, your hands on your hips.

"What?"

"You owe me. You tried to strike me, so now you have to make it up to me."

"What, do you want to strike me in return? I've already been struck by lightning, what else do you want?"

Your eyes went wide, your face getting all hot at the suggestion. "Of course not! I'm a Kirin, we don't hurt people like that!"

"I thought you were a Yokai."

"I—" you sucked on your teeth, your face relaxing as you calmed yourself down. It was never any good when you got all frustrated. "Yokai is a catch-all term for the mythological creatures of Inazuma. There are many species of Yokai, and the Kirin is just one of them."

"I do not follow."

"Um… jeez, okay. Like, dogs? There are shibas and huskies and all sorts of breeds. And while all shibas are dogs, not all dogs are shibas. You get it?"

"Hm. Okay." The boy had looked away from you as if you no longer interested him.

"Good, so now you—" you cut yourself off as you stumbled a bit, holding your arms out to steady yourself. The boy looked back up at you.

"What's wrong with you?" He asked, brows furrowed.

You smiled gently, shaking your head as if to say, "everything is fine."

You watched as his eyes looked over you, perhaps now noticing your current state. You hadn't looked at yourself in a few days, but you were probably all dirty from the excruciating traveling you'd done. You had sustained some sort of injury atop your head that went untreated, so you could imagine that blood had dried up there.

"What happened to you?" The boy asks, standing up himself.

You shrugged, laughing to yourself a little with a silly grin on your face. "Tough trip, I suppose."

"Come here."

The command was curt, and slightly agitated. Surely he wasn't annoyed at your dismissal of your injuries, right? That'd be silly, wouldn't it?

"Huh?"

"You said I had to make things up to you, right?"

"Oh."

Seeing as you weren't moving, he scoffed and approached you instead. He grabbed you by the arm, and with another violent gust of wind, you both were gone.

#theaverewrites #genshin impact #fiction #fanfic #fanfiction #genshin fanfic #genshin impact xiao #adeptus xiao #xiao x reader #xiao #chapter 1. with lightning comes a truce

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heyyy everyone , I'm alive !! I haven't been posting much due to school and the likes , but since I'm essentially on summer break already I think I'll be more active here . I do take requests still , and I've also been thinking about doing more whump-y content . And I haven't forgotten about my fic , which I'll post on here eventually

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On the subject of fandom racism and its wider implications of white supremacy

Some racists take on people of colour who call out racism by claiming that we should just focus "on the real world" and not to bring "activism" to places of fandom where people "just want to have fun".

Now, just to be clear, fandom racism is an important topic to tackle (and is indeed racism and therefore negatively impacts the lives of people of colour) but the racism that takes root is not unique to it. Entertainment has long been an excuse racists use to exclude black and brown people. That "people just want to have fun" is a common trick white people use to do this. "People" is a term deliberately used to mean white people, excluding POC, and "fun" to imply thar since white people are having fun, whats the problem. An example is how white musicians excuse appropriating blackness for their music and their style.

Another excuse used to not create content for people of colour is the "I wanted to avoid stereotypes" line, often used by the hollywood entertainment industry to cast white actors. So we can see that entertainment industries and the fandoms they create are linked in having a hand in upholding white supremacy.

White fans will then explain that its not their fault that they don't create content about POC because of the lack of representation in hollywood and other entertainment industries, but deliberately not address the fact that they will ignore any POC who are in the cast, to focus on the white men. Even if the people of colour in the show are the main characters.

There is also the specific atitudes toward certain people of colour that also reflect the white supremacy of wider society. White people on tumblr may think that when they refer to Asian men (that they see in TV shows or in bands) as their "uwu babies" or act as if they have no agency, that they were unique in this. But this isn't true and it is instead a response by white, especially American, society to the "threat of Asian men" and reflective of sinophobia.

Similarly, they might think they were unique in ignoring the struggles or having low empathy for black people, but white people have shown that they have less empathy for black people and their pain compared to white people and more likely to convict black people as a result.

So when you say, you don't see this as being a problem, it shows that we can't trust you. That you can't reflect on the biases you have, conscious or not, and that these may impact any POC that you meet irl, and definitely those you engage with online. You may think you're special in your focus of white men, but don't stop to think that this is exactly the kind of people society prioritises. You have an obvious lack of empathy for black people, and can't treat people of colour in your fandoms the same as white people, so what makes you think you do it in real life?

Here's a link to another post about fandom racism. And an article about the subject.

Anti-racism is an active process, your tired excuses don't work anymore here. Start working on yourself instead.

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I require any and all tighnari and collei found family content

#genshin impact #theavererambles #tighnari #collei #tighnari and collei #genshin

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This could've been cynonari and collei . I'm right .

Safety

Caretaker gently brushes Whumpee’s tangled, dirty hair back from their face.

“Where did you find them?” they ask, looking at Rescuer.

“Never mind that. Will you look after them?”

Caretaker looks back at the limp, skinny little figure Rescuer just brought to their door. “Of course.”

Rescuer smiles and holds out a pouch of coins. “I know I’m giving you an extra mouth to feed and they may need a doctor. This might help.”

Caretaker is surprised, but accepts the money and watches as Rescuer vanishes into the night, leaving Whumpee behind.

Bonus: Whumpee was semi-conscious and just heard vague voices and money changing hands.

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Dead On Your Feet - Whumptober 2022

Why was it so hard for them to tell him anything?

Xiao told them time and time again: if you're in danger, call me. I will protect you. And yet, the only time the Traveler ever seemed to call upon him was for frivolous matters such as food-tasting. Not only was such a thing an insult to his skill, it was worrying. As far as Xiao knew, the Traveler was a mere mortal. One of exceptional caliber, yes, but mortal nonetheless. Why did they always seem to drag themself into the problems of the divine?

This time, the Traveler had visited Wangshu Inn after a prolonged stay in Inazuma. Xiao had never left Liyue, but he would've if it meant keeping them safe from what they'd go through there. They told him all about their multiple showdowns with the Raiden Shogun, the death of the 8th Harbinger, the war, all of it. 

They usually never spoke of their problems, of their journeys nor their frustrations. So Xiao sat and listened, not wanting them to shut themself down again. Perhaps that was when he should've noticed it. But he didn't. 

He also should've noticed when they became so uncomfortable with their own body. The two of them would sit and talk in the rain on the balcony. But after Inazuma, the traveler avoided the rain. They said they didn't want to wet their clothes. If that was the real reason, it was unlike the Traveler to be so materialistic. 

Most importantly, he should've noticed their newfound fear of lightning. With every strike, every rumble of Thunder and every flash of light that filled the sky for but a moment, he could feel their fear grow and manifest.

As they were hunched over, asleep, he noticed.

Crawling down the back of their neck, the rest covered by their clothing, was an untreated burn mark. No doubt from lightning. They must've noticed that he saw it, because they stood up instantly, their clothing once again covering the injury.

"Traveler."

They didn't turn to look at him. He couldn't see their eyes, so he could only assume that they'd widened. 

"You're hurt."

Once again, no response. Xiao furrowed his brows. Why were they ignoring him? He moved in front of them, his own eyes widening at their pale complexion. Without warning, they stumbled backwards. Xiao was behind them quickly, his chest providing support for them. He gentle scooped them up, disappearing with the wind.

He lay them on his own bed, quickly calling for Verr Goldet to call a doctor. The Traveler's breathing was irregular. They had flushed red. Was it an infection? Could burn injuries even become infected? 

Xiao didn't even realize he'd been pacing until Verr Goldet arrived with Doctor Baizhu, a man he didn't exactly trust—ethics wise, anyhow. He knew Baizhu was of incredible skill. But still, he had no other choice but to allow him to see them. 

"It's possible they've developed Sepsis," Baizhu told him after the examination. "Their neglect to get it treated led to dead tissues not being removed. That leaves them vulnerable. It's not certain, but it's a possibility."

Xiao didn't know what Sepsis was, nor whether or not it was fatal. But after Baizhu let him into their room, he took a seat next to the Traveler’s unmoving body. Their breathing had steadied, their chest rising and falling. A frown adorned Xiao’s face. He would remain here until they woke.

Whenever that may be.

#whumptober2022 #no.4 #hidden injury #genshin impact #the traveler #can be read as aether or lumine #xiao #yes i capitalized on the trauma from raiden and inazuma #its not talked about enough #<3