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ahb-writes · 6 months

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Writing Problem: The Villains Are Cartoonish, Evil-for-the-Sake-of-Evil

Problem: The Villains Are Cartoonish, Evil-for-the-Sake-of-Evil

Solution: Villains require just as much character development as the novel's heroes, protagonists, and perspective characters. Effective villainy incorporates consequential decision making, relatable character motivations, believable perspectives and experiences, and most important, intention. When a writer diversifies these facets of a so-named villain's free will, humanity, personal interests, and relationship with the story's main conflict, one is better-positioned to craft a more diverse and more engaging villain.

Writing Resources:

How Your Character's Failures Can Map A Route To Self-Growth (Writers Helping Writers)

Good Character Flaws: Create Complex Antagonists (Now Novel)

50 Questions to Ask Your Antagonist (Alyssa Hollingsworth)

Antagonist Starts Good, Becomes Drunk With Power (related, master list) (Writing Questions Answered; ahbwrites)

16 Villain Archetypes (Chosen by the Planet; ahbwrites)

How to Give Your Antagonist a Little Humanity (Fiction Writing Tips; ahbwrites)

How to Write the Perfect Villain (Jericho Writers)

How to Build an Antagonist (How to Fight Write)

Negative Trait Thesaurus (Evil) (One Stop for Writers)

Theme and Symbolism Thesaurus (Evil) (One Stop for Writers)

❯ ❯ Adapted from the writing masterpost series: 19 Things That Are Wrong With Your Novel (and How to Fix Them)

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I require being smooshed by big astartes men after a long day of training. That boy smell gotta be immaculate. (I am frothing)

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: They have names, but no name for you. Funny how I just imagined them with just their helmets on and nothing else, just pure golden/bronze muscles.

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams, @egrets-not-regrets, @bispecsual, @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan.

TW // SMUT/NSFW, Filth, Language.

“Just look at those muscles.” My stepsister moaned, looking over the balcony. Practically melting on the glass railing of my fathers' mansion.

I hummed, not really interested in what she was ogling at. My book was far more entertaining, I was getting to the part where the villain gets the girl! It was undeniable these two characters had some tension going on.

“I wish they would pin me down like that, unlike my boyfriend.” She groaned, rolling her head back and leaning up from the railing.

You mean your elder sister's boyfriend? The one that was going to get married to her? I glanced up from my book and gave her a questioning look, flipping my page.

“It would be far more… enjoyable.” She sighed, turning to look at me. “Don’t you think so?”

“Do I think what?” I questioned, halfly knowing what she was referring to, flipping another page.

“Oh, don’t play with me!” She scoffed, gesturing me over to the balcony. “Come over here and think of it yourself.”

Sighing, I placed my bookmark in the book and got up from the leather recliner and moved the book to the end table before going towards the open balcony. Hesitating to go out fully as the sun blinded me for a moment. My eyes blinking to get used to it.

Slowly going to my stepsisters' side, I left at least 2-3 feet away from her side. Not trusting what she could possibly do at the moment.

“Just look at those hunky men.” She groaned again, her cheek resting on the palm of her hand while she looked down at the group.

Following her gaze, I expected some construction workers to be improving the grounds or some athletic trainers that our mother had hired, but it wasn’t. It was the Custodes.

Training together right in the open for all to see. With barely any armor on.

We ogled watched them for a moment. My stepsister occasionally dreamingly sighing out as they would pin each other down. Sometimes switching between a 1v3, 1v1, 1v5, 2v5.

Though, I couldn’t help, but admire how each one seemed to flow beautifully with their attacks and defense. How swift they were with one another, becoming a blur of motion. How much they were holding back and how much they weren’t and how much muscle that moves and tenses. Flexing when there was more power put into their hits. Shifting and twisting when they avoided an incoming hit. How their body glistened in the sun, creating an enrapturing golden glow to their scarred skin that looked oily to the touch. Making them look like some Greek god.

Oh lord, that does something to me.

“So? What do you think?” She asked me, turning back to face me. Folding her arms like I should know the answer to what she was asking. Not that she would care about my opinion anyways…

“On what?” I asked, folding my arms behind my back. Pretending that I wasn’t bothered by the sudden growing heat in my core.

“To get d*cked down by one of them?” She said so boldly with an impatient attitude in it that I shouldn’t be surprised by it, but I was.

I shrugged in response, not wanting to please her ego and looked back down at the training Custodes. Making eye contact with the Dread Host and shifted in my spot.

“Of course you don’t know, you’re a virgin.” She scoffed, waving her hand at me to disregard me. “Why did I ask you in the first place?”

Well, there goes that.

I rolled my eyes at her then took my leave. Not wanting to stand there and wait for her to blow up as she made eyes at the Custodes. Thinking she could lay one down for herself pleasure. Didn't she know they were held at a higher regard than the rest of the Space Marines?

Shaking my head, I picked up my book from the end table and made my way through the mansion to get to my room. That heat pooling back into my core the second my thoughts ran to the Custodes. How those golden and bronze muscles moved—

No! We- I must stay focused. There was no time for such wicked thoughts! Especially to a Custodes no less!

Oh, but just imagine their stamina. How long they could last for. How they could have the full potential to snap your neck while keeping you in place, breeding you because he’s just that strong? Or how you could eat a meal right off their golden stomach? The golden plate? To kitten lick them clean of any mess, teasing their skin?

I slapped myself with my book on the forehead. No! I must rid of these unholy thoughts! Banish them to the void! I must not think of a being like them so lowly!

…They sure do think of you though.

“I-Imperatus!” I yelped, not expecting him to round a corner in front of me. My eyes roaming over his skin. The smell of his training dragging a spell, a curse over me.

“Little one.” He softly purrs as the hairs on the back of my neck rise when he takes careful, calculated steps towards me.

“Shouldn’t you be training?” I coughed, looking away from his sculpture of a body, oiled up on natural sweat. A blushing coating my cheeks.

The Imperatus tilts his head, my back bumping into something warm, someone warm as I look up above me to see the Dread Host. Since when was he behind me?

“Yet, you need help, don’t you?” The Imperatus questions, stepping closer.

“Help? With what? I don’t recall calling for help?” I questioned back, jumping in the Dread Host hold when he picked me up, my book dropping to the floor as my hand slid across his shimmering shoulder. The scent of him nearly having me in a daze.

“Oh, but we can smell you little one.” Imperatus hums, following right behind the Dead Host. The rest of them appearing behind them.

“W-wait a minute! I didn’t—!” I squeaked as the Dread host squeezed my thighs, a rumble vibrating through his body as the others chucked with him.

“Do not worry little one, let us take care of you.” Imperatus croons rounding around the Dread Host when he stopped in the middle my own room. The door locking behind us.

“I-it was unintentional!” I peeped out, adjusting my hold on the Dread Hosts smooth, scarred arms while he shifted where I was half being held by him and the Imperatus.

“It was intentional from us.” The Imperatus rumbled, looking down at me while squishing my thighs in his hands as I squeaked out again and jumped then pushed back into the Dread Hosts hold a whine escaping my throat as they all purred. Their hands coming out to touch what they could.

“So submissive to us.” Imperatus cooed, pushing his finger further and further down my needy walls. The Dread Host making work of sliding his hand underneath my shirt and bra, ripping them off from there as he cupped my breast in his hand and fondled it. His teeth nipping at my earlobe.

“So ravishing.” He cooed again, his head leaning forward on the other side of my neck. His lips pressing against my throat, nipping and sucking marks there as he added another finger. Pumping them and curling them in all the best places.

“So precious.” He purred into my ear, sending a tingle down my spine as he pushed another finger through my folds while I cried out, clutching onto the Dread Host. Their scents becoming stronger together as I shook around his fingers.

“Y-You are evil.” I murmured, leaning my head back onto the Dread Host shoulder, taking a kiss from him.

“Oh? Am I?” The Imperatus asked, shifting a little closer. Sudden thick heat slapping on top of my core.

“Yes—!” I choked on my own breath, blurry eyes going wide at the stretch. The Dread Host moving his hand from my breast to my neck, pinning my head back to his shoulder. Purrs and rumbles echoing around the room as more hands came across and fondled my breasts. Pinching them and squeezing them till they were hard and perky before suckling on themselves.

Moaning out, my legs twitched as my walls fluttered around him. My core burning with overwhelming need. The need to be filled by them. To be marked everywhere by them to show that I was theirs. Yet the pain of girth this Imperatus had was a stretch.

His first thrust knocked the wind out of me. Sedating the need for a split second before it was replaced by a mild ache as he growled out, talking in gothic to his brethren of how tight I was.

Adjusting his position, he thrusted again and again. Going slowly at first before picking up his pace. His hard c*ck dragging against my fluttering walls, in and out. Skin slapping against skin while hands roamed, chests rumbled, and mewls fell out of my mouth. Right into the Dread Host ear as the Shadow Keeper put his lips on mine, swallowing my moans for himself.

Impatient, the Dread host started to rock his hips with the Imperatus, eager to get some action besides just listening to their little one’s cry’s a pleasure. His solid c*ck pressing up my backside, coating it with his pre-c*m.

“Y-You can’t fit.” I cried once the Shadow Keeper pulled back, clawing back at the Dread Host behind me. The Imperatus was enough to feel me up to the brim. I don’t think I could take another one.

“I’ll make it fit.” The Dread host growled, taking that as a challenge and pushed his way through my *ss as I stiffened and threw my head back at the stretch, a whine escaping my lips. His hands squeezing my throat, keeping it pinned there against his shoulder as both the Custodes groaned at the tight fit. The Shadow Keeper and Aquilan Shield trilling at the show.

When they both rocked together. My brain was a lost cause then. Too much being oh so deliciously served. Their c*cks hitting all my nerves just right with each rhythmic, calculated thrust. Their musky scent wrapping around me like a noose. My body practically turning into jello in their strong hold.

The unholy squelch of my multiple climaxes ran down their c*cks. Never stopping their pace with each winding thrust. I had almost believed I wasn’t breathing if I wasn’t mewling out every single one of their names.

Silently crying out, the knot in my core snapped as the Imperatus pushed a little further than he did and held his position. Growling out as his c*ck pulsed thick ropes into his little ones’ sensitive walls.

Rolling his hips, the Imperatus groaned while his c*m leaked down the inside of her thighs before he slowly pulled out and switched with the Solar Watch. His c*ck sliding right into their little one with ease as he rolled his hips in a circular motion and complementing on how tight she was as well. Groaning as she quietly whined out, mouth becoming busy with the Shadow Keepers.

Once the Solar Watch started his thrusts the Dread Host moved with his brethren once more. Groaning when they heard the obstructed cry’s of their little one. Their hot breaths coating each other’s sweaty bodies as they never failed to slow their set pace.

Throne, this was a far better than training exercise.

𝕭𝖔𝖓𝖚𝖘:

Waking back up was a battle. Legs f*cked numb, hips sore, brain f*cked numb. How was one to get out of bed like that?

Trying to move upwards, I got pulled back down into the Aquilan Shield chest as he slowly rolled his hips, slowly tightening that knot in my core once again. Waking up the Shadow Keeper in front of me as he hummed, rocking his with his brethren. A grin playing on the Aquilan Shield lips while he nipped the back of my neck. A gasp leaving me.

F*ck, I’m never getting out of this bed am I?

𝕰𝖝𝖙𝖗𝖆: (What didn’t make it. A treat if you will.)

“Oh, but we can smell you little one.” The Emissaries Imperatus purred into my ear. Shoving a finger down in my core while I pushed back into the Dread Host. Biting my lip and whimpering out at the two of them.

“N-Not creepy- ah!”

“Shhhh, little one. Let us take care of you.” The Imperatus purred, nuzzling just below my ear. Going a little deeper and curling it against my walls. “We caused your… stress after all.”

“U-Us?” I mewled out, squirming in the Dead Host hold. A long, slimy, and black tongue coming from the side of my vision. My eyes following it over to the Shadow Keeper where he stood to the side off of the Dread Host.

“Us.” The Shadow keeper confirmed, his tongue tracing the side of my cheek. Getting closer and closer to my lips. The Aquilan Shield appearing from right behind him.

#space marine husbandry sentience #warhammer 40k #fanfiction #adeptus custodes #adeptus custodes x reader #x reader #reader insert #oc x reader #polygamy #polyandry #thesaurus #tw: smut #my dude had a sinful mutation

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anactualfrog · 2 months

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May I submit The Council for sharing toads

(left to right: Encyclopedia Britannica, Cliffnotes, and Thesaurus)

LOG GATHERING!!! MEETING OF THE MINDS….

What inspiring names for a very intellectual bunch. Thesaurus looks positively rancorous in this image

#others toads #toad #toads #cliff notes #thesaurus #encyclopedia britannica

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zevarcollan · 3 months

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#writing memes #funny #thesaurus #writing #writers on tumblr

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eksvaized · 3 months

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I'm currently taking a break from writing and editing. So, I thought I'd let you in on the apps and sites that have been my go-to for writing, and give you a quick run-down on how I make the most of them. Everything I use is free 'cause you know, college student budget. You might already know about most of the stuff I'm gonna talk about. However, if you are just starting out and unfamiliar with these apps and sites, I hope you'll find this information useful.

Got any other recommendations? Please let me know!

This tool is my go-to-tool I use once I finish writing and start editing. It identifies surface errors like overlooked typos, punctuation errors, and grammar issues; with a single click, you can fix all these issues instantly.

It also includes an integrated thesaurus that I use when I need to quickly find synonyms for a word.

There are two versions available: free and premium. I use the free version, which, in my opinion, performs just as well. The only minor drawback is that when you run a report, it only checks the first 500 words. This might require some effort to copy and paste the texts, but I promise you, it's absolutely worth it.

Here are all the reports it can generate:

You also have the option to download this instead of using the web version if you prefer.

As a non-native English speaker, I occasionally find myself struggling with the constructions of simple sentences; when I read them, I feel that it doesn’t sound quite right for me, and I know I want to change it. In such cases, I use this tool.

However, I would not recommend using it to paraphrase extensive texts.

There's both a free and premium version available. Personally, I stick with the free version.

I use this app for writing. It offers many functionalities, but what I really appreciate is the ability to create multiple pages within pages. This feature eliminates the need to open numerous files as it organizes everything in one place:

However, my favourite feature is ‘Synced block’ because it allows me to sync content across different pages. This is particularly useful when I'm writing and want to keep my notes visible, ensuring that I don't forget any minor details:

The online version is free.

#writing #writerscommunity #creative writing #books #tips #canva #thesaurus

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salvadorbonaparte · 1 year

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The best German online dictionaries for learners and translators

Dict.cc

Duden

DWDS

Glosbe

Leo

OpenThesaurus

Redensarten-Index

Reverso

#langblr #german #language learning #resources #dictionaries #dictionary #thesaurus

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natedrizz · 8 months

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The Potato People at Potato HQ got out the thesaurus.

#potato #thesaurus #advertising

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theyuniversity · 2 months

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This humorous tweet reminded me of one of my pet peeves: seeing obvious examples of people who replaced random words with “smarter” synonyms that don’t fit in context.

#tweet #English #humor #grammar #vocabulary #thesaurus

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pratchettquotes · 2 years

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She watched him with a kind of gratified awe. He'd been barely able to read when he'd arrived, but the goblin boy had set out to improve his reading as a boxer trains for a fight. And he was fighting something, but she wasn't sure in her own mind what it was and, of course, her Ladyship never explained. He would sit all night under the lamp, book of the moment in front of him, dictionary and thesaurus on either side, wringing the meaning out of every word, punching ceaselessly at his own ignorance.

Terry Pratchett, Unseen Academicals