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Writing With Color – General Topics

A collection of WWC posts that deal with more general writing advice, character creation and diversity topics applicable to most marginalized people, particularly People of Color and some ethnic and religious groups.

Writing Characters of Color: The Generals

On “Overthinking” Writing Characters of Color

On White Authors “Getting it Right”

On White Writers Writing Characters of Color (I, II, III)

Researching PoC + Supporting Writers of Color 

Writing POC with Little Experience

Writing Authentically From Your Own Experiences

Useful Non-WWC Posts

Diversity Exists in the Real World by shiraglassman

How to Write WOC and MOC if you are White by kaylapocalypse

“I feel pressured to be inclusive in my writing!” by nimblesnotebook 

On White Fear & Creating Diverse Transformative Works by saathi1013

Diversity/Representation Topics

Diversity vs. Exploiting Cultures

Diversifying a Predominately-White Cast

On “Diversity Quotas”

On Excluding Diversity Out of Fear

Different Heritage POV’s in a Story

Including Realistic Diversity Naturally

“Normalizing” Protagonists of Color

Villains of Color

White-Dominant Rural Areas and Diversity

White Privilege, Publishing, and Diversity Quotas

Writing: Making Efforts in Diversity 

Character Creation

Character Creation: Culture or Character first?

Character Design and Assigning Race and Ethnicity

Characters’ Races Added Last During Development 

Determining your Characters’ Race and/or Ethnicity

More on Assigning Race after Writing

Characters of Color & Culture

A Discussion on Culture and Erasure

“Culturing” Culturally-disengaged PoC

Characters of Color with “No Culture”

Mixed Race + Disconnect from Culture

Stereotyped vs Nuanced & Audience Perception

Tradition and Culture vs. Stereotype

Western Neutral Characters

‘Whitewashed’ Character of Color?

Fantasy & Coding

Defining Coding (& Islam-coded Fantasy)

Denoting Race in Fantasy Setting

Fantasy Races Based off of People of Color

Naming People and Places, Avoiding Explicit Coding

Racially-coding Aliens

Real Religions in a Fantasy World

Religion in Fiction & Fantasy

South Asian-Coded Fantasy Caste System

Whitewashing in a Fantasy Setting

Including Racism in Fantasy

World-building: A Fantasy World without Racism

Writing Sensitive and Controversial Topics

Do I Need Permission to Write About Marginalized People?

Writing a Genocide to which you have No Personal Connection

On Outsider-Written Stories About Issues Of Another Group

Outsider-Written Stories, Issues of other Groups, Speculative Situation

Writing about Prejudice between People of Color

Reclaiming negative, dehumanizing stereotypes outside the group

Representing yourself when “yourself” isn’t white

Racism and Micro-Aggressions 

Everyday Racism, Friendship and White Allies

Incorporating Micro-Aggressions in Writing

Racist Characters + Including Racism in Stories Not “About” Racism

The Pitfalls of Racist Character Redemption Arcs

PoC Educating White Privileged Friend (Context: Black Characters)

–WWC

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when u swear by all the salt in u

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I’m not sure if anyone’s going to read this pretty long and possibly boring post, but as a person who lives in a country that faces terrorism every single day (Turkey), i have things to say.

I was born and raised in Istanbul, Turkey. I remember my childhood, which was not so long ago. I remember that my school had this trip to a book fair. You know, a place you can buy cheap books and stuff. I remember my mom not letting me go there because of some bombings that happened in Istanbul a week or so ago. I wasn’t allowed to go out without my mom, except for school, for months. I remember not understanding what’s happening, and i remember crying.

Now i study in Ankara, the capital. You may remember, some bombings happened in Ankara in the last few months. Just a few months ago i was about to leave my dorm room for a walk. I really like walking in evenings. As i opened the door of my room, i heard a terrible noise. The first thing i thought was, “Oh, is it raining!? Come on, please don’t be a thunder!”. I went back to the window, and saw that it was not a thunder at all. I was confused. Then my mom called. She was terrified. She was crying on the phone. I kept asking her what was the matter but she kept crying. This went on for a couple of minutes. Then she stopped and said, “I’m so glad that you’re safe.”. When we hung up, i was devastated. Nope, it wasn’t a thunder. It was a bomb. I now wish that what i heard that very evening WAS a thunder.

I remember calling and being called by friends to make sure each of us are okay. I remember foreign friends sending messages, asking if i’m safe. 

If you haven’t been through this, you may not understand how hard it is to go through all of this. And now imagine. This is just me. Imagine the terror millions of people faced on those damned days. All over the world. Imagine the pain, the fear, the tears and the losses. Stop for a while and think about all the innocent lifes that has been lost to us. 

This has been happening here for so long. This has been happening all over the world for so long. Now i see posts like “Pray for Nice!”, “Pray for France!”, “Pray for Istanbul!”, “Pray for XXX!” But it doesn’t work that way, you know. No matter if you have or don’t have a religious belief, deep down inside, you know that it doesn’t work that way. Don’t just sit there and pray for people. You know that terrorism is a plague that can not be cured with prayers, even if the prayers come from the purest of hearts. 

Now i know, i know that we can not make this plague vanish overnight, but we can fight it. We can fight it until the very end. 

We can fight it with education. 

We can fight it with equality. 

We can fight it, and we CAN defeat it. 

So, no matter what cultural background you have and your ethnicity, don’t teach your future children to stay away from people who are different then themselves. Teach them to accept everyone as they are, and to love everyone as they are.

Don’t teach them to just sit and pray. Teach them to act.

Teach them to care.

Teach them to help.

Teach them to love, not hate.

Teach them to make this world a better place. 

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#and bellarke is like #we’re gonna faint alright #….but NOT like all of the other peasants (insp)

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The ocean burned

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one of the best things ever is that adam tries to vague to gansey about *love* he’s like “gansey are u SURE u love blue” and gansey’s like “oh how sweet adam is concerned about my fate and my true feelings” and then adam’s like “how do u know when u like someone and u LIKE like someone yknow what i mean” and ganseys like “oh this isn’t about me anymore i guess”

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PROMOOOOOOOOOO!!!

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you are just too much for me riley! you are just too much for me riley! you are just too much for me riley! you are just too much for me riley! YoU aRe JuSt ToO mUcH fOr Me RiLeY! yOu ArE jUsT tOo MuCh FoR mE rIlEy! YOU ARE JUST TOO MUCH For me riley! you are just too much for me riley! you are just too much for me riley! you are just too much for me riley!

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they are quite possibly the most dramatic group of freshmen i have ever seen

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We need each other, Bellamy. What we’re doing now, the only way we’re going to pull this off is together.

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Prompt #2

Prompt request from Anonymous: “Retrace your steps.”

Enjoy!

Pairing: Riarkle Words: 1289

The cold winds of Toronto blew past Riley and Farkle, making their hair do crazy things and their clothes stick to their bodies. Riley looked to Farkle, who she found was already looking at her with so much love in his eyes, she blushes and sends him a grin; he shoots her back a smile. She looks down at the interlinked hands connecting the two of them, joy serenading through her. Everything still felt so new; she still felt happiness bubble inside her when they made eye contact, she still felt electricity run through her veins when they touched, she still felt herself melt into his kisses, she still felt the passion and pleasure burn through her when they made love, she still felt her heart beat rapidly whenever they shared “I love you’s”, she still felt so in love. And she dearly hoped with all her life that it would stay this way.

It was their 9th anniversary as a couple and their 22nd anniversary as friends. 7 years ago, when the two of them were 21, Farkle had given her a Promise Ring, and she still wore it ever so proudly. She smiled at the memory, resting her head on Farkle’s familiar shoulder; he let his head lean atop hers. He squeezes her hand, the cold metal around his finger brushing against her skin. She feels familiar warmth spread all over her body and looks down at their hands once again.

A surge of panic rushes through her veins.

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THESE GIFS MAKE ME SO UNCOMFORTABLE

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“Fate,“ Blue replied, glowering at her mother, “is a very weighty word to throw around before breakfast.” ― Maggie Stiefvater, The Raven Boys

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you could see the tears in murphy’s eyes when he realized that emori was chipped, when he realized he had lost the only person he could finally love and trust

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DOES ANYONE ELSE NOTICE THE SIMILAR COLOUR SCHEMES.

//RIARKLE AND LUCAYA ARE REAL//

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I, for one, like Roman numerals.