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Below is a masterlist of tumblr tips/guides on nationality and religion to help with making your characters more diverse. Be adventurous! Characters don’t have to be from your hometown or share your religion. Let me know if there’s anything else that should be added.

AUSTRALIA

a guide to austrialia by sweetcandirps

a guide to australia by robbiehelps

a guide to australia (sydney) by plythenepam-rph

how & why you should set your rp in australia by roleplaid

australian money by aussierph

australian school system by cassieofrph

australian slang by maguirewrites

ENGLAND

a guide to university in england by sarahhelps

british slang by inspirant

english school system guide by kylierpc

english slang - regions/countries by thewritershelpers

london education & schools by rpthemehelper

london holidays by rpthemehelper

london sports by rpthemehelper

writing british characters by roleplaybookstore

writing england: collection of resources for writers by wsswatson

FRANCE

masterlist of france guides by evansyhelps

french slang terms by marihelps

tips on paris by thatfrenchhelper

INDIA

harmful stereotypes by writingwithcolor

writing indian characters by writingwithcolor

a masterlist by milkovichhelps

JAPAN

a masterlist by benedicthelps

japanese education by peachxs

NEW ZEALAND

what you should know by colettehelps

new zealand as an rp location by leepacehelps

PARAGUAY

a complete guide by secondbreakfastofrp

traditions & holidays by secondbreakfastofrp

PHILIPPINES

the philippines as a roleplay location by dullhypotheses

a culture guide by snlguyshelp philippines

a name guide by snlguyshelp

SINGAPORE

singapore by northhelps

TAIWAN

taiwan by rpchew

MISC

writing well rounded and diverse south asian characters by spikehelps

how to write a foreigner by the-writers-world

settings in north america by royalrph

masterlist of underused cities & towns by callierps

small town living in the united states by notmykingdom

small towns & rural settings by clevergirlhelps

a guide to southern characters by startraveller

how to portray southern characters by henley-rph

small/southern towns by katiematlinrps

CANADA

guide to toronto by emaginarium

all you need to know about quebec by pllrph

canadian location masterlist by roleplayneeds

USA

california by madsofrps

california (los angeles) by larinarph

california (orange county) by onceupona-roleplay

california (san francisco & the bay area) by coletteofrp

california (silver lake) by prattwrites

florida (st. augustine) by reynoldsrpc

georgia (atlanta) by irantrpc

new york by uniquesrph

new york by klariza-helps

new york by valofrps

new york (manhattan) by leyshrps

pennsylvania (pittsburgh) by thatssometal-rph

texas (houston) by psychictwinsrph

RELIGION*

why your character’s religion (or lack of) is important by petitelionwrites

top 5 cliches about catholics by catholicliving

christianity by ollierps

buddhism by ollierps

hinduism by olivedarph

hinduism by thewritingcafe

hinduism by greenoliverph

judaism by jojohelps

judaism (holidays & observance) by melissarph

judaism (things to remember) by jojohelps

judaism (traditions, prayer & services) by melissarph

judaism (different denominations) by melissarph

jewish stereotypes by melissarph

writing jewish characters, and what to avoid by writingwithcolor

mormonism by emmy-helps

pacific rim faiths by greenoliverph

satanism by thetrolliestcritic

taoism by benedicthelps

vodou by olliehelps

vodou by greenoliverph

witchcraft & wicca by carolinedhavrnas

wicca by wormtailwrites

*judaism is an ethno-religion btw k cool

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Send me an ask!

I'm bored, I have writers block, so... If you want to know anything about me, or my writing process, please send me an ask. I don't care if it's anonymous or if it's not.

Just ask! I don't bite.

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So I just started my short story writing class! These are dialogue tips

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Can you reblog this if you are a writeblr, pleaaase?

Hey! I just went on a unfollowing spree and now i know why my dash was always so damn empty - most of the blogs I followed were without updates for months! So now I need more people to follow hehe… can you guys reblog this so I could check out your blog?

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Summer (final chapter! I'm finally finished! Woo!)

Summer days were warm. No lower than eighty degrees. Every time I stepped outside, it felt I was stepping into an oven. Pretty funny to think about, one giant oven outside your door, and you might’ve not even noticed it. Pretty funny if you ask me.

Days like this reminded me of Christine and I’s first date. I took her to the park for a picnic. We sat under a tree that had lost most of its leaves, as we ate, the others leaves fell in her hair. Her beautiful, soft, delightful, pink hair. As we ate, I noticed how blue her eyes were. They were more blue then the sea, more blue than the hydrangeas that were slowly wilting. They were beautiful. That day was beautiful. That day, I realized I loved her. Tonight I expect this dinner to have the same impact.

Tonight I have a surprise planned. I’m taking Christine to her favorite restaurant, but that’s not the surprise. What I’m planning during the dinner will surprise her most. It’s July. Christine and I have been together for almost a year. We’ve been through a lot together, and I want to make sure she knows how much I care about her. I’m scared, yet excited… again. It’s a great feeling. I love her, I couldn’t stand to let her go. And after tonight, no one can come between us again. The surprise can guarantee that. The surprise is more of a question, with an event following. I can barely think about it. I’m too excited. I’m too scared. What can I say, I’m in love.

I went to pick up Christine. I knew it would the nice thing to do. Plus, I get time to think about the… surprise. I’m not sure if either of us are really ready for this. But, I’m sure of one thing, or I’m hopeful of one thing. That she’ll say yes.

I stood outside the front door. Her mother opened the door and invited me inside. My hands started to shake. The ring was in my pocket, I was worried that it would fall out. She walked down the oak stairs. She wore a long black dress, she looked beautiful. Her heels clicked on the wood floor. She smiled at me. Nothing, not even Craig could ruin tonight. I won’t let him, no matter how hard he tries.

“Are you ready?” She reached the bottom of the steps as she reached for my hand.

“More ready than I’ll ever be.” I took her hand as I walked her to the car. My stomach turned. I was terrified, but I knew I was doing a good thing. This could change my life forever, and she might not even say yes. I should probably say what I’m going to ask her.

“Then let’s go.” I’m going to ask her to marry me.

“A… alright…” My throat was dry. My palms were sweaty. My stomach kept spinning, and I loved it. I loved this feeling. The feeling of… whatever this feeling is.

“C’mon.” She dragged me out the door. I followed her heedlessly. I stumbled on the stairs as I unlocked my car. “Look at the stars.” Christine pointed her finger towards the sky. Thousands of stars filled the night sky. Tonight is going to be perfect, I know it.

I started my car. My hands felt the hot leather steering wheels. I was so happy, I didn’t even feel the burn. I stomped my foot on the pedal, the car moved. My eyes were fixed on the road, while Christine was watching the sky closely. I smiled knowing that nothing and nobody could ruin tonight. Not even some stupid waiter, or a crying baby. Nothing.

We pulled up to the restaurant. I stuck one hand in my pocket, the other held Christine’s hand. I felt anxious. I felt scared. I’m being very emotional. Her hand almost slipped out of mine, my palms were more wet than a sponge.

“Follow me.” Some guy in a fancy uniform lead us to a table. “Would you like any appetizers?” I took a quick glance at the menu.

“Breadsticks, please.” He gave me an appraising glance.

“Drinks?”

“I’ll have water please.”

“Same.” I set down my menu and looked at Christine. Her hair had been pulled into a messy bun, yet it looked like it took so much work. Pretty funny actually.

“It’s been one heck of a year. I just want you to know,” I looked into her eyes. My heart pounded against my ribs, “I love you.”

“What’d you do this time?” She laughed a bit. She had no idea. I felt like I was sabotaging myself. It was a wonderful feeling.

“I didn't do anything. It's what I'm about to do…” I felt the ring in my pocket. It was contained in a small velvet box.

“Well, I'll be right back. Don't do anything…” She was confused. I was sabotaging myself. I'm messing this up.

“Here are your drinks.” The waiter brought us our waters. An idea popped into my head. Christine definitely didn't notice the ring, maybe if I put in her drink… but what if she chokes on it? If I put it on the straw, it might sink, but that's even better. I'm so excited. I'm not sure what's going to happen. She might not even say yes, but she might. That's all that matters.

I slipped the diamond ring onto the plastic straw in her drink. My hands shook.

“Hey.” She sat back down and I tried to keep a straight face.

“What do you want for dinner?” She looked down at her menu and caught a glimpse of her drink. I tapped my foot on the ground as her mouth dropped. I couldn't stop the smile on my face. Tears started to form in my eyes, I struggled to blink them back. Christine looked at me, then the drink. Me, then the drink, me, then the drink.

“Oh my god… are you… serious?” She smiled through the tears. Her red lips tried to say words, but she kept on mumbling as tears started to cry. It was a happy cry, I think.

“Yes Christine. I want you to marry me.”

“No.”

“What do you mean?” She pulled her hands away.

“No, I can’t marry you.”

“But, why?”

“It hasn’t even been a year, I have college in August, we weren’t even together the whole year!”

“Because you had to go and mess everything up.”

“You know what, I’m just gonna leave. I can’t do this.” She picked up the ring. “Here.” She threw the ring into the lap. Now I’m alone. She left. I’m sitting all alone. She’s gone. She said no. I’m all alone. Funny, huh.

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Pride Month

Hey guys, so it's June. That means that it's Pride Month! If any of you would like me to write about anything that has to do this month, either send me a message or ask. I am currently putting together a mood board, so you won't need to ask about that.

If you want like a coming out story, or a story told by someone attending a pride parade, just ask! I'd love to write about what you want to see.

#send me asks #ask #pride #pride month #gay pride

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So true guys, don't feel guilty though. This is just a reminder.

Why artists and writers reblog their work multiple times:

They posted it late at night and want people to see it in the daytime

They want others to reblog it

They want more attention for it

THEY WANT OTHERS TO REBLOG IT

They have followers in different timezones and want everyone to get a chance to see it

THEY WANT OTHERS TO REBLOG IT

IF THEY REBLOG IT MULTIPLE TIMES, THEY’RE DOING IT BECAUSE THEY WANT ATTENTION FOR IT AND THEY’RE LIKELY NOT GETTING ENOUGH, SO THEY KEEP REBLOGGING IT IN THE HOPES THEY’LL GET SOME

BE A COOL BRO AND REBLOG

THEY’LL LOVE YOU FOREVER

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Me, disgusted at the actions of the antagonist which I wrote

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If you are a writer…

Do you ever just read something you wrote and it’s actually really good and you are like:

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Spring (2nd part of the chapter)

“Charlotte… I miss you.”

“Why? You see me everyday.”

“No, no I mean, I miss us.” Oh dear. Christine smiled, and I just stood there. I stood there like a blubbering idiot. She can’t read my mind, she doesn’t know what I’m saying right now. Oh my god, I don’t know what to do. I… I may be… I might be having a pan… a panic attack… My breathing is fast, yet I’m out of breath. Millions of thoughts are running through my head, I can't keep up. I just might faint, and then… there’s Christine. There’s Christine with her dancing, sparkling, shining blue eyes. I tried to stand nonchalantly, but I was being too obvious. Maybe she finally felt remorse, but it’s just too fast. My head was spinning, my face was flushing, I felt weak in the knees. Christine. Christine was doing this to me all over again. Oh my, I’m in love. What can I say… I can say, oh dear lord, why me?

“I… miss us too.” I stood tall. I planted my feet in the ground. Nothing could ruin this for me, not even the pungent smell of burnt plastic, or the fresh smell of vomit coming from the people that fell victim to the hotdog stand. Nothing.

Christine wrapped me in a warm embrace, I felt amazing. I felt on top of the world, I’m just waiting for it to all fall down again. I’m prepared this time. I’m ready.

“Are you sure this time?”

“Definitely.” Am I letting myself do this again? I’ll try, but I don’t know if I can. Maybe I can rub it in Craigs face… “I’ll have to tell Craig.”

“Don’t worry, I will.”

“Thanks.” I felt a tear drop on my head. It felt nice to do this. Now I have to go see Craig.

“Where is he?”

“Cotton candy stand.” She pointed in another direction. I might be a bit too excited.

Craig was waiting by the cotton candy stand with a smug on his face.

“Looking for Christine? I told you she’d be mine by June, and technically speaking, I’m right on time.”

“Really? Well, do I got news for you.” His face almost shifted, but he tried to keep the malicious expression on his face.

“What… what news?” He suppressed the tears forming in his eyes. I almost felt sympathetic, he worked so hard for her, but he doesn’t deserve her.

“Guess who she ran to?” I held open my arms and he let a tear fall. Is he really crying about this?

“Just… leave.”

“Hey, you know who I’m leaving with.”

“I hate you.”

“Don’t I know it sweetheart.” I waved goodbye with a smile on my face. I got Christine, and there was nothing Craig could do about it.

I found Cristine sitting alone on a bench.

“Charlotte, did you do it?”

“Yeah.”

“Was he… okay?”

“Sure.”

“Good. We should go, I’m pretty tired.”

“Yeah, me too.” Tired of Craig.

We got into my car. Christine sat in the passenger seat. She almost hit her head on the top of the car. I couldn’t help but to laugh. I love her. I love everything about her. Her eyes, her nose, her face, her hair. Everything. She’s everything to me, and she might be completely oblivious to it. Funny, huh.

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Spring (1st part of the chapter)

I’ll be honest, the last couple of months had been rough. I saw Craig roaming through the halls, his arm around a different girl each time, it was sickening. He never went back to cheerleading practice though. Still, it’s May. It’s been almost six months, and I still feel like something’s wrong. I know something’s wrong. Every time Craig looks at her with his maniacal glare, it’s horrifying. But, I have a chance to forget about that tonight. Since finals start on Monday, the cheerleaders are throwing a huge party to celebrate. Luckily, that party is tonight. Craig shouldn’t be coming, though there’s still a big chance that he might. Anyway, the party starts in two hours, so I should get ready.

I slipped on a white dress and red heels. Christine bought the outfit for me, she said my clothes weren’t fit for this party. Whatever, I’ll wear the outfit anyway. My mother offered to give me a ride, but I declined. The house was within walking distance. I would be fine. Christine left early to help set up. She was cheerleading captain after all.

I don’t know if I’ve ever scared and excited at the same time. This party might be the first time. To be fair, I have every reason to be scared. Craig could be there. Christine might say that she regrets her decision. Most of all, I’m scared that nothing will happen. If Christine is perfectly happy, imagine how she’s going to be. Something is wrong, something is happening, and I don’t know what. I don’t what’s wrong. I don’t know what’s happening. I can't even imagine what’s going to happen tonight. I’ve had no word no word of warning, Christine barely mentions his name. I’m sure that she’d just like to forget, but why would she? She made a decision that I’m sure she regrets.

My phone rang in my purse. My ringtone was the song played at a Christmas party this year. For whatever reason, Christine doesn’t like her family. She came with me to my family’s party, and they loved her. It’s funny to think, Christine says she loves me, but… what if she’s just finding reasons to keep herself interested? Really funny, right? I could feel the tears form in my eyes, but I blinked them away. If I was going to do anything tonight, it would be supporting Christine. I’ll try my best not to screw that up too.

"Hello?" I picked up my phone. I didn’t want that memory to play in my head for one more second. At that party Christine laughed, danced, she became part of my family. Gosh, I hope I don’t have to break up with her.

"Are you almost here?" Speak of the devil, it was Christine. It was my Christine.

"Yeah, I’m getting pretty close." My heels dragged on the pavement.

"Good." She hung up on me. Is that it? Wow.

I strolled down the street. I enjoyed the city at night time. The lights, couples enjoying late night walks, little kids playing outside before dinner. It’s wonderful. As I got closer to the house, I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck rise. It was a feeling new and surprising. A horrible new feeling.

"Charlotte!" She bent over the porch railing and yelled my name into the night air. Gosh, she looks beautiful. "Hurry up!" She bent over the porch’s white plastic railing. I tried to run on the pavement, I could do it, but I was scared.

"I’m trying!" After a few minutes of failed attempts of running in heels, I finally reached the house.

"C’mon so many people are already here!" She tugged at my wrist and dragged me into the kitchen. Bowls of chips and plates of fruits and vegetables covered every surface that wasn’t a seat.

I helped bring out food. Christine showed me off, and I felt like my relationship wasn’t going to plummet into the ground for once, then the door opened again…

"Well, look who decided to show up!" Christine almost ran to the door, and I couldn’t look at the disgusting site.

"It’s amazing to see you too Christine." Craig. I squinted my eyes and he winked his. He held out a bouquet of roses. He was starting to cross some real boundaries.

"They’re beautiful. You look great tonight, really." Something’s wrong. Craig gave her roses. Anyone who knew Christine would know that she hates roses, she thinks they’re cliché.

"Thank you. You look gorgeous." Christine gazed into his eyes. I thought I wouldn’t have to deal with this again. I’m not going to run away this time. I’m going to stand tall. I’m going to keep what I’ve claimed. Craig won’t have a shot this time. Even if everyone in the world helped him, it still wouldn’t happen. I won’t let it. "My my my, look what the cat dragged in." He pushed Christine aside, and she stood in awe. Why is this happening? He bent down. He looked at me condescendingly. I get it, I’m short. No need to be a jerk about it.

"It’s wonderful to see you too. You look like trash." I patted him on the head and put a fake smile on my face. Christine looked concerned for once. Surprising really.

"Charlotte…" Christine had a look of disappointment on her face. "Can you just forget about January already? C’mon Craig." Christine lead him away and I was forced to look at the cruel smirk on his face.

It’s officially been four hours. I don’t have the slightest idea of where Craig and Christine are, and neither does anyone else. The longer they’re gone the more scared that I’m going to see something really scary. Ugh. Craig and Christine. They sound like an elderly couple in a retirement home. Why am I doing this to myself?

I’ve been running around the house this house the whole party, except for one room. The kitchen. I’m not sure why, but I always avoid kitchens at parties. It’s just an uncomfortable room to be in, don’t let the food tempt you, don’t worry, it will come out eventually. I held my breath and pushed through the loud, smelly crowd. Being five feet tall, I was able to scoot past mostly everyone.

I finally reached the kitchen and my fears are coming to reality as I’m speaking. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t do anything. I was speechless. I was nothing. My feet went numb and I fell to the tile floor. They didn’t even notice the noise. My bottom lip quivered, my legs shook as I tried to stand. I couldn’t focus on anything except what he was doing. He stole her, and he had no intention of giving her back. My stomach turned faster then my washing machine. I couldn’t look away, yet I didn’t want to see the scene set in front of my eyes. I couldn’t make a decision, when I see that she’s already changed hers. I can't do this. I refuse to see what’s going to happen next. I’m leaving. I’m going to school on Monday. If she wants to talk to me, it’ll be over my dead body.

I took one last look before I pushed through the crowd again. I walked up not far behind them, and Christine didn’t even look up. Her eyes were closed, I felt sick. She’s obviously forgotten about me. I bet on Monday when Craig kisses some other girl she’ll be heartbroken and I’ll just have to watch from a distance. It’ll be horrifying.

I spent my Sunday crying my eyes out. Christine had blown up my phone. She didn’t admit to kissing Craig. I know she knew she was doing it. Believe it or not, but there wasn’t any alcohol at this party. People were good this time. Good job guys. Anyway, since there wasn’t any alcohol she was sober. So, she was sober, she was awake, does she think that I don’t know? I can’t talk to her, not right now anyway.

I arrived to school early this morning. I waited outside because I was bored, I saw Craig and Christine pull up in the same car. I felt sick. I ran to my locker, and I didn’t look when she walked by. At least, not until she remembered I was at my locker.

"Charlotte, where were you this morning?" I just kept pulling books out of my bag. She kept repeating my name and the question. I may have glanced at her once, but that was it. "Well, fine then." She finally left me alone and I made my way to homeroom.

The first period bell couldn’t ring faster. It was when I sat down that I remembered that she was in my class.

"Charlotte please look at me." Without thinking, I answered her.

"I’ll look at you when you and Craig stop making fools of yourselves." That shut her right up. She didn’t bother talking to me until she came and bothered me at lunch.

"Talk to me. Now." I didn't bother look at her, I knew I would break down in tears. "Why won't you talk to me?" When I didn't look at her, she tilted my head in her hands. I can't do this.

"Don't..."

"Don't what?" She looked concerned, and she didn't know what for. She was ready to apologize for something she thought I didn't know about. Well guess what Christine, I do know.

"Just don't."

"What did I do?" She looked confused. She was really good at this, at hiding her guilt.

"Why don't you ask your boyfriend?"

"But I have a girlfriend."

"No, you had a girlfriend. Past tense."

"Why is it past tense. If you want this to end, give me a reason." She put her face close to mine. I wasn't sure if she was going to kiss me or kill me, or if she was going to do anything.

"Fine, Christine. You. And. Craig. There, okay? Now, if you'll excus-"

"No, I won't excuse you. Craig and I didn't do anything. We went over this January, why are you getting upset now?"

"In the kitchen. Thanks Christine, really." Her face blushed a deep red. If she wasn't embarrassed now, I didn't know what embarrassed was. "Leave me alone."

"Fine." Tears rolled down her cheeks as she ran towards the girl's bathroom. I cried too. In fact, I miss her already. Oh my, what have I done?

The only interaction that I’ve had with Cristine since that day in the cafeteria was friendly smiles in the hall or in class. Truth be told, I never saw Craig with another woman. Christine did the impossible, she changed Craig. He changed for her. He loves her.

The school carnival was tonight. It was just a fundraiser, but they had rides and games, and it always felt like a real carnival. With scary clowns and everything. Usually Michael and I go together, but he transferred to another school in November. Whatever, sucks for him. I’ll just go by myself this year. I might see some people that I kind of know.

I got to the fair around six thirty, but hundreds of people were already there. I decided to just walk around, then I’d head home. There isn’t anything for me here anyway.

“I’ll catch up with you in a minute.” I heard her sweet voice from a distance. Either Christine was close by, or I was insane. “Hey, how are you?” I looked up behind me. She was standing before me. This giant woman. Christine. I should start calling her that. Christine the giant woman. Funny, huh.

“I’m great, how are you?” I’m not sure what was happening in my heart. Although I loved Christine, she kissed the guy that I hated most. I might’ve been able to forgive the kiss, but the relationship, and how quickly she moved on. I love her, but I don’t know if I can do this again. It’s only been a month since the party, and she’s acting like it’s been years.

“I’m just fine, but I had something to tell you…” I held my breath, I hadn’t the slightest idea about what she was going to say.

“I’m listening.” I tried to smile, but my mouth refused.

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