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Every story has a bad guy. There wouldn’t be much conflict for your protagonist to overcome if there was no antagonist to stir the pot.

Yours might be the evil villain who opposes everything your hero does. They might be the treacherous double-agent from the past, or the psychotic evil scientist, or maybe just the other woman fighting for your hero’s attention.

Whoever your villain is, making sure they are believable is far more difficult than simply creating a character who does bad things to hold up your protagonist‘s progress.

Your job here is to make your villains credible, logical, and believable, but not necessarily likeable. You want the reader to understand that what they’re doing is a negative thing for your hero.

But it’s more involved than just explaining their adverse actions. Your readers need to understand why the antagonist is doing what he or she does, and why they believes their actions are justified and rational.

To make your villains real, three-dimensional people, follow these seven (rather deadly, but always effective) rules!

7 Deadly Rules For Creating A Villain

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You don’t have to love your body

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Okay, so I've thought about this

My old writing account was restored (the entire reason for creating this one was because it wasn't) last month. Yay!! I thought about deleting that one instead of this one. Why? This is newer; fresh start and all that. But I changed my mind.

Sometime this week, I'll be deleting this writing account. My original posts—WIPs and all that—will then be posted on my first writing account @puffyswritings

Thank you to everyone who has supported and like everything here so far!! I appreciate all of you❤️❤️❤️

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Kacchako WIP

Rating: G

Word Count: 143

Other Notes: I thought I could keep up with the schedule, but I can't. I apologize for anyone who was looking forward to it. Don't worry though, I'll keep posting completed works and WIP's. Happy readings!

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"I need you to throw me."

Ochako stares blankly at Bakugo, not sure whether he's being serious or not. His gaze is still sky high, looking around the air and buildings as if an answer to his questions is up there. Then Ochako realizes that, yes, he is being serious, and when his hand stretches out towards her, palm up and fingers splayed apart, she's not so sure she can believe it. "How do you know I can throw you?" she asks, instead of the other question in her mind.

Rolling his eyes, Bakugo sets one steady glare on her. "Because you can," he grunts out. It's strange to hear him say that, especially about her.

Ochako has never thought of herself as overly special. She's average for the most part. Brown hair, brown eyes, a quirk. She can define gravity. So what?

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The Parent Generation of Legend of the Red Comet

‘Cause we could be immortals, immortals          Just not for long, for long…

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GENERAL

“Can you walk?”

“How did this happen?”

“What the hell happened?”

“I hit my head.”

“Did you hit your head?”

“Can you hear me?”

“Don’t close your eyes, stay awake!”

“Come on, stay with me!”

“No no no no no!”

“You shot me!”

“I didn’t mean to shoot you!”

“You stabbed me!”

“I didn’t mean to stab you!”

“Take the knife out!”

“Don’t take the knife out!”

“It was an accident!”

“That/this wasn’t an accident!”

“That looks broken.”

“I think my leg/arm is broken.”

“That doesn’t look good.”

“Am I going to die?”

“You’re not going to die!”

“Calm down!”

“Don’t panic!”

“I can’t help you if you don’t let me!”

BLOOD

“Are you bleeding?”

“Don’t move, you’re bleeding.”

“Is that blood?”

“Whose blood is that?”

“That’s a lot of blood.”

“Do you know how to get bloodstains out?”

“Why do you know how to get bloodstains out?”

“Damn, I got blood on my shirt.”

“Don’t move, you’re losing blood!”

“I won’t let you bleed out!”

“You have blood on your face.”

“I swear to god, if you get blood on me…”

“What’s your blood type?”

“Why in the hell would you need to know my blood type?”

WOUNDS

“That cut is nasty.”

“You have a massive gash in your arm/leg!’

“Don’t touch it!”

“Don’t move, you’ll only make it worse!”

“I’ll get some bandages.”

“You’re going to need stitches.”

“That looks infected…”

“Did you get bit by something?”

“There’s no exit wound, the bullet is still in you.”

“There’s an exit wound, the bullet went through you.”

AFTERCARE

“How are you feeling?”

“How does it feel?”

“It’s still not healed, but it’s getting there.”

“Let’s go home.”

“I just want to go home.”

“Let’s get you into the bathtub.”

“We need to change your bandages soon.”

“Get some sleep, okay?”

“You need to eat something, you’ve been through a lot today.”

“I’ll check up on you in a bit.”

“You’re going to be fine. I promise.”

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writer wip asks✨

❤️: what’s the working title? 🧡: what were previous working titles/ideas? 💛: what is the title based on? 💚: how long have you been working on it? 💙: how has the idea changed between starting it and where it is now? 💜: where are you in the writing process? 🖤: what are your MC names? 💔: give a brief character bio of your 3-5 MCs ❣️: which scene has been hardest to write so far? 💕: what has your favorite scene been? 💞: which future scene are you looking forward to writing? 💓: is it part of a series or standalone? 💗: what genre is it in? 💖: are you planning on publishing it? if so, how? 💘: give us a huge spoiler 💝: who has your favorite character arch? give a brief summary 💟: how is your style different in this work compared to previous ones? has it more shifted for the story or just developed in general?

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WIP Wednesday: Blue (Colors Trilogy Book 1) Character Introductions!

Protagonist

Amari Cassandra Regency

19-year-old Purple

Eye Color: Violet

Hair Color: N/A

Attitude: Calm

She was studying to become a botanist and thus enjoyed her life as it was as much as she could. Though as the Colors grew more and more restless as the years went by, such a dream did not seem fated to happen

She is the middle child of three and the oldest girl of one of the most prominent figures in the country, adding sparks to unrest once her life changes because she felt the need to protect a near-stranger

Quote: “One step closer to getting rid of the Caste system--for good, I hope.”

Antagonist

Quinston Sapphire

57-year-old Blue

Hair Color: Silver-grey

Eye Color: Dark navy

Attitude: Manipulative

He doesn’t care much for the other Colors, choosing to play along with Red and Yellow in believing they are just as good as Blue because they are Primes

He will do anything to get his agenda completed and let no one stand in his way, no matter who or what they are; he is Quinston Sapphire and it will be done

Quote: “Why else would God make the sky and sea out in our favor if He did not intend for our supreme rule?”

Supporting Character

Cal Carnillion

20-year-old Red

Eye Color: Green

Hair Color: Ash

Attitude: Supportive

He had formerly been an outcast in his Color because of his lineage

He puts on the front of being uncaring and fiercely loyal to the Color caste. But Cal has felt something shifting within the Colors for years now; he has even seen it in some places on missions both alone and with his superiors

Quote: “No matter what happens, I swear I will always be by your side.”

Side Character

Damion Yale

19-year-old Blue

Eye Color: Navy

Hair Color: Jet black

Attitude: Distantly courteous

He had heard about Amari through the Council and servants of the fortress, but was surprised when he actually met her

Damion portrays a cold, yet courteous exterior. But once one begins to know him and he feels comfortable enough to let down his guard, he resembles the characteristics of a puppy

Quote: “The fault of a few should not mean everyone has to pay.” 

MOODBOARDS were created by the ever-talented @fruzsiwrites!!! She is too good and amazing. I absolutely adore these moodboards. Thank you so much <3333

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So I get a lot of questions from people along the lines of “what is the right way to do this?”, or “I feel like I’m doing this wrong and I don’t know how to fix it”, or something along the lines of “is it okay that I do this in this way?”.

Remember that writing doesn’t have a right answer. It’s a craft that’s the epitome of if it works for you, then it works!

If the most popular method of outlining doesn’t work for you, you don’t have to use it. If you disagree with a piece of advice that’s been reblogged a million times, you don’t have to follow it. If something works really well for you, you don’t need anyone’s permission to do it.

Everyone has a different process for writing — it’s okay for you to have your own different process too.

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So pretty!!

Character Moodboard // Princess Valkiria Raighne Alarice of House Knéve.

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ghd chapter update

i’m 700 words into chapter five! we don’t have any new terms or characters to toss around, but things are starting to get tense in Fara Falls! Bolte’s come back from patrol two days late and injured, and Blue’s about to make things a whole lot more difficult for the both of them.

my favorite line

  Blue frowns. “Yer bleedin’ all over the place.”   Bolte sneers at him. “Don’t worry, princess. I’ll wash up before I get it in your dinner.”

it’s just a small thing, but i think it carries a lot of impact for their respective characters! 

i’m hoping to reach 1500 words tonight! here’s to that!

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“I Like You” (Kacchako One-shot)

Fanfic Friday

Word Count: 986

Rating: General

Notes: For everyone expecting something last week, I’m really sorry;; Time got away from me over the weekend and I couldn’t upload. This week though, it’s here! Those of you who don’t know, I’m a huge Kacchako shipper, and often write shorts and one-shots ft. the couple. My normal word count is between 900 and 2.3k. Happy readings!

When a normal person would see this dirt covered field, they may think nothing of it. Baseball or softball could be played there, not that it matters. It would still be there at the end of the day; unoccupied, unimportant. When Ochako steps onto the dirt covered ground, the dirt means more to her. Seeing the brown patch makes her smile. She takes another step forward. And then another. Until she is face-to-face with her sparring partner. “Hey there,” she says. Arrogance and amusement touches her tone, contrasting her sweet smile greatly.

Crimson eyes roll in response. In lieu of greeting, the blond takes a step backwards and squats into his fighting position. Sobriety leaves no amusement in his eyes as he stares at her. She’s used to it--thankfully. She can remember those very same supposedly-cold eyes staring her down the first days they began this little session. Since, Ochako has gotten more than used to Katsuki. She has started to like being with him.

The realization was a shock, to say the least. Flustered Ochako returned, throwing their comfortable routine into an awkward one. This lasted for a week, at most, before her teacher-slash-partner cornered her and demanded to know “what the hell has gotten into you” one day after their practice. She remembers it clearly.

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Ochako couldn’t get over it. They touched each other all the time. They had to! There was no way they could work together if they didn’t; from a brush on the arm to full body grasps used to throw the other across the sky. She wasn’t even sure if having worked on their quirk combos instead of sparring that day was better...or worse.

Get it together, Ocha! You are not a woman easily flustered by dudes with bad attitudes. Me before we. Me before we!! Chanting this in her head (and not the most original one, she knows; but it was all she could come up with), Ochako didn’t notice one particular blond making his way towards her after exiting from the changing room.

“Ochako.” Hearing her name automatically made her turn around. She froze on-spot. Katsuki? “We need to talk.” Coming to a stop in front of her, Katsuki Bakugo was undeniably hot. She flushed at the thought, and averted her eyes.

“Can we do this some other time, Katsuki?” she mumbled. “I really--”

At that, Katsuki growled. It was out of frustration, she knew. What made her head jerk up wasn’t fear or confusion. Rather, it was from surprise. “Bullshit! You’ve basically been avoiding me all week. You don’t look at me, make any stupid comments, or even greet me. What the hell has gotten into you?”

Stunned. An understatement, it felt, but the only available reaction. “I didn’t do it because I don’t want to stop being around you, Katsuki.” She was speaking through a shocked mind, words pouring from her mouth as they usually do around the short-tempered teenager.

“Then what the hell is it? Has someone been making you doubt this again?” He waved the air between the two of them. “I’ll kick their ass if you tell me who it is.”

“Kat--”

“Are they spreading rumors again? Man, that really pisses me off.”

“Ka--”

“It doesn’t matter. I’ll beat the shit outta all of em. Is that why you’ve been avoiding me? I didn’t know our classmates talking about us still bothered you. Why didn’t--”

“IT’S none of that!” Finally able to stutter more than his name, Ochako cuts the boy off. She shouted. Katsuki had a look of only mild surprise. Ochako refused to be thrown off by his lack of a reaction and kept going before the adrenaline left her system.

“I like being with you. More than I thought I would. And it scares me. Here we are, training together in one-on-one lessons! We have the same classes, eat together, sleep in the same building, know the same people--That’s...scary. I don’t know why; I don’t know why I care so much but I do. I’m sorry--yes, sorry--that I’ve made you feel as if you’ve done something wrong. It’s me. It’s been me, Katsuki.” Not that Katsuki directly said he felt at fault for anything. Just another thing Ochako could read by the way he reacted.

She inhaled a large gulp of air. Even her own outburst surprised her. Yet as she waited for an answer, she knew that it needed to be said. His long pause made her nervous. Extremely, undeniably nervous. The realization of just having confessed to Katsuki--amidst trying to appease his obvious hurt--hit her a moment later. A dark flush appeared on her cheeks, unrelated to the light embarrassment of ranting. She had just confessed to her teacher-slash-partner-slash-classmate! What was she supposed to do? Was it too late to run away and cry?

Katsuki’s eyes sharpened. They zeroed in on Ochako with an intensity unlike any other time he glared at her. That time, she swore it felt as if he was searching for something. She could never figure out exactly what it was, and was only able to guess at it. Then, he reached for her arm. Weeks of training had her acutely attuned to his movements, which was why she met his hand halfway. He stared at her for a second longer, then said three words. “Be my girlfriend.”

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“C’mon angel face. Throw one at me already.” Tone laced with impatience, Ochako knows she must have been staring for a while. She shakes her head. She blinks between present-Katsuki and past-Katsuki, the two merging in a mirage for a moment.

When the past fades from sight, Ochako gives a short huff between happiness and laughter. “I won’t go easy on you,” she promises.

Katsuki smirks. His crimson eyes are bright in excitement as Ochako sets into her own stance, preparing to pounce. Right before she does, Katsuki says, “I wouldn’t accept anything less.”

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A Glasgow nightclub has installed a two-way mirror which allows male revellers in private booths to spy on unsuspecting women as they visit the toilet! With no notification or signage anywhere in the venue many female club goers have been left feeling embarrassed and used. Although they do briefly show the mirrors in a promo video, the club has been quickly deleting comments and posts on their social media from club goers trying to alert others to the situation. This is pretty much illegal and hugley violates privacy. Thank you The Shimmy Club for giving us a shiny, new, creative and cool take on objectification. article here

i’m never leaving my house again, this world is just too fucked up.

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[AGRESSIVELY REFUSES TO APOLOGIZE FOR BEING A DECENT PERSON AND KIND FRIEND]

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I tag everyone so this is for all the writers I know❤️

REBLOG if you have amazing, talented WRITER friends.

Because I certainly do, and I love every single one of them and their work.

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AND TONIGHT APPARENTLY

Writing Schedule

Hi guys!!

A few weeks ago, I said that, come this week, I would be uploading a new story every week. And I will!! So far I have 3-4 weeks worth of stories. In addition, I will also be releasing original story introductions, snippets, and character introductions. So here’s the schedule:

WIP Wednesday–Uploaded every other Wednesday at either 7am or 7pm, usually saved in my queue**

Fanfic Friday–Uploaded every Friday between 8am and 5pm.

Hopefully this works out. Stay tuned for further updates and, as always, Happy readings!

*May change into a weekly update (and the exception of tonight)