if you are building a story with someone, there are a few little things that would be a big boost to your rp partner’s confidence and help them enjoy their time writing with you.
one of the most important tips is to take turns; take turns asking the other if they would like to go to an event with your character or create scenerios in which they hang out.
if you are never the one to ask, there is a very good chance they will take your silence as a hint that you dont want to rp with them and stop asking after a while, no matter how confident and upbeat that rper may seem on the outside.
being the one to ask now and then will make your rp partner feel like their company and character are wanted, and it will also make them feel like they arent dragging you into rp whenever they ask you to write with them in return.
- Unopinionated characters might seem likeable or diplomatic to you, but they’re boring to the audience. Your characters may choose not to take sides in certain matters (ex. their parents’ divorce, a fight between friends, etc), but they have to believe in some things. And opinionated characters make opinionated audiences, and that means interested and emotionally-invested audiences.
- Write any scenes that stumble into your mind and enchant you, even if you think (or know) those scenes probably won’t end up in the final draft. No matter what you do with them, those scenes will still tell you something about your character(s), and that will enrich the rest of your story.
- Make risky characters. If you think your character might offend your audience or a certain part of it, write your character anyways. It could be a bad character with good views about certain subjects or vice versa, but either way it will show three-dimensionality.
- If you’re having trouble with your character being realistic or 3D, get to the root of their person. Don’t ask “what drives them as a plot device?” but “what drives them as a person?” – if you know their motivations as a person, their purpose in the plot will surface.
- Stay away from stereotypes, unless you’re writing a comedy.
So back in college I had a class that had those requirements to buy a pack of flashcards and like usual I never used them. A huge stack of em just sat in my closet for years. Recently felt like they’d be good to doodle on at work and decided to try it out with some tv cartoon villains!
Gravity Falls and Star Vs. the Forces of Evil are two shows in recent years that have really gripped me with their characters, world building, and stories…not to mention their villains *cough*
Mom mom mom! How is Nathan gonna keep kosher if he's a werewolf? I think I might have missed whether or not he can control himself while he's a wolf, but how does it work?
True blooded werewolves in Hunger Pangs are better able to control what they do as wolves, with full moons being the exception where the human brain takes a backseat and tries not to cringe too hard at the stuff that goes on. It’s sort of accepted mythology that an agreement with the gods was reached, and that in exchange for their powers they have to go through the change once a month without fail as payment for their long lives and supernatural abilities, and as with any culture when new people come into it, certain new traits and beliefs shifted and changed over the years, and at some point the werewolf culture in Nathan’s part of the world, began to include the practice of keeping kosher during human phases of their life, as a means of separating themselves from actual wolves.
And I’ll level with you at this point, this idea is something purely from my childhood.
My dad was raised by his Jewish grandmother, he grew up keeping kosher and went on to become a kosher butcher and our household was kept kosher purely out of habit and familiarity even though us kids were all baptized Christian.
He was also a story teller and liked to mix and match his myths, and at the time when I was getting super into the local Celtic mythology and reading everything my grubby little hands could reach in the library, was also when my dad started writing stories for me and telling me about Great Grandma who was Different from my other Grandma and also why we had two kitchen sinks in the house and two fridges and two sets of knives for everything, and why the family sometimes lapsed into Yiddish when arguing, because I dunno if you’ve ever heard angry Scottish people arguing in Yiddish, but it’s a damn fine way to be expressively ticked off.
One of the stories was a werewolf (wulver in Celtic lore) whose angst came from needing to atone for the things he ate as a wolf, not because he was inherently a monster, but because he was Jewish and couldn’t keep kosher on full moons. And my dad made it funny, he made up stories about all the things this wulver would do to try and keep to his faith, about going to see his Rabbi and asking really specific and weirdly obscure questions and the Rabbi was eventually like listen, kid, whatever is going on, take it up with the Big Guy, you’re doing your best and that’s all you ever can do. If He doesn’t like it, that’s His problem for letting it happen, tell him that…in the meantime…make amends however you see fit for…whatever you got going on. Just be a good person, kiddo, or…whatever you are. G-d will understand.
Which was how my dad worked in the Celtic lore part about how wulvers would guard children and feed starving families and give money to charity and just generally be a swell guy who after the end of every full moon had a tendency to brush his teeth really hard while muttering about being chosen for this life. In the end, the man realizes it is not a curse, but a means to help people who need it the most. What is actually a small inconvenience to him (ie not always being able to keep kosher due to circumstances outwith his control), has prompted him to do great wonderful things for those around him, and perhaps without his monthly suffering he would not be the good, kind person he became. Which I suppose was my father’s heavy handed way of trying to tell me—in the way his grandmother told him—you can overcome suffering, and that which you cannot overcome, you persevere with and try to do good anyway.
A little thickly laid on perhaps, but it stayed with me, evidently, as some 20 years later I write about a werewolf who doesn’t quite know if he believes in gods, but still keeps to their in-world-version of kosher out of habit and looks at the suffering in the world around him and decides kindness is the remedy.
- The long grass waves in the fields as the sun goes down, making a sound like it’s whispering. You don’t want to know what it’s saying.
- The streetlights always flicker twice – once as you pass under them, and again just after. You wonder if they flicker every time something passes underneath them, but you don’t want to turn and find out.
- He’s the perfect southern gentleman: gelled hair, soft eyes, a gentle accent that makes you almost sleepy. The first time he kisses you, when he bites your bottom lip, you could almost ignore how his teeth feel too sharp. Almost.
- The storefronts wait empty; the wind blows the doors open and shut, open and shut. Everything looks deserted, but you know it’s not. They’re lying in wait, is all.
- You pass an alleyway and there’s something waiting – something with bright eyes and an eager smile. You pass without a second look. As long as you don’t look, you’re safe.
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Overthrowing a powerful government in the name of the people is a popular plot. It certainly has a great appeal.
However, before you get all excited about writing a story where the angered people scramble together an army and launch themselves against the government, you might want to take a step back and figure out how they got there in the first place. A revolution isn’t built around one big event: there are things that lead up to it, and there are smaller frustrations that may go unnoticed, but because it’s a part of everyday life, it’s a constant reminder. They might not be the things people point to when identifying what started the revolution, but they certainly kept the wood for the fire warm.
At what point did the government begin to ruffle feathers? It’s going to start out small. It will be annoying, but dismissed as bearable. It may cause a bit of an obstacle, but nothing that people can’t work around. Perhaps the government won’t let working class or its colonies to use the official currency. Perhaps items of higher quality were held for only certain people the government deemed worthy.
When did the government start adding to the little things? For one reason or another, the government starts putting restrictions or laws on more things. They’re still able to work around them, but people will talk to each other about their frustration over it. It’s also important to remember that the government will have a reason for it. Maybe the new law/restriction is more cost effective, Maybe it’s intended for protection. Some examples might be that the colonies/citizens are limited to government approved materials. Or they’re banned from traveling to a certain place, and that place happens to be on the fastest path to another colony/town.
What started sparking outrage? Perhaps the government overspent on something, or they went to war and are now low on funds, so they introduce a tax on an item that’s considered an everyday luxury. Or perhaps a ban is introduced and it affects something that everyone normally gets, but not necessarily a need. There’s still not enough to pick up arms and fight, and the people might at this point lobby with the government to reconsider some of its strategies.
When did it start picking up speed? Perhaps the first tax isn’t bringing in enough funds. Or the government feels the people aren’t paying as much as they should. So another tax is introduced. Or perhaps the ban isn’t that effective and so another ban is introduced to keep people from finding loopholes. Maybe the government has to ban certain imports. Anger with the government is increasing at this point. The citizens/colonists may understand why the government is doing it, but they know they’re getting the raw deal. Attempts to get the government’s attention become more aggressive, but there isn’t harming of other people.
How does the government respond? So the government responds to the people’s cries of outrage, but not in the way they expected. Another tax and/or ban is introduced, or even a new law. Perhaps citizens/colonists are forced to use a material they are opposed to. Perhaps the government realizes that if it doesn’t do something, it’s going to lose control over its citizens/colonies. The militia/police force is increased to keep an eye for rebellious acts. Arrests are made daily, and the people might be released if nothing is found. Perhaps the government starts forbidding certain things to be said in the media, so people are forced to rely on word of mouth, and must do so carefully because of the increase in arrests. Perhaps at this time, the idea of revolting is mentioned while others insist on trying to be diplomatic.
When does the physical conflict happen? Perhaps there was a scuffle with the police force. Either the citizens/colonists attacked first, or the police/militia acted aggressively. Perhaps there was a massacre of some kind. Maybe there were incidents that didn’t result in injury or death, but it came close to it. Perhaps the government or citizens/colonists made a precautionary move that made the other party highly uncomfortable. As the incidents, whether of violent or nonviolent nature, increase in number, the intensity also increases. Influential people of the citizens/colonists begin to suggest a revolution, or to declare independence. The government begins to realize they’re losing control unless they take more drastic measures.
When does the idea of a revolution actually become a threat? Revolting or declaring independence becomes something that many people agree with. The government perhaps realizes this and so starts making laws or regulations to keep it from happening. Weaponry might become illegal for citizens/colonists so they won’t have anything to fight with if/when a revolution actually happens. Curfews might be enforced. Those outspoken about the government might be tailed. The influential people work hard on a new government or system to replace the oppressive government. Perhaps they just plan to outright revolt instead of declaring independence. But either way, the citizens/colonists are only one word from the government away from declaring war.
It may seem like a lot to work on, but there are events leading up to the revolution that will resound with some people more than others. Or there are events that will become a bitter memory that will help give some depth to each individual character.
Some things to consider when building the revolution: It is not as black and white as it may seem.Both sides are going to be guilty of doing something wrong; it’s just going to be more obvious in the government. There are going to be people among the citizens/colonists who side with government and they’re not necessarily going to be bad guys. When creating the conflict, keep in mind why people would choose one side over the other. Stages will overlap. A revolution isn’t going to be cleanly cut as posted above. There are several times when a “stage” will mix with another “stage”, while others may blend right into the next one. Timelining the process and placing each event can be extremely helpful as you try to keep events straight. The revolters are most likely going to be the underdog. They may have experienced people on their side, but if the revolution is going to made up of average citizens/colonists, they’re going to be at a disadvantage. The government is going to be in control of an army and other resources. The revolters are going to have to work to achieve their goals.
You knew you shouldn’t have visited the other dorm for that party, and you knew you should have brought your pillowcase (stuffed with feathers and Rosemary, of course) so you could stay there. Instead you’re out here in the cold and dark, clutching a locket filled with iron shavings and the contents of ramen packets. You’re sticking to the concrete path (stepping on grass in the dark is like treading on a minefield, only the mines are mounds and the consequences are far worse) and making beelines from lamp light to lamp light. You don’t dare to look over your shoulder (They don’t take kindly to being looked at when They’re hunting), and you ignore all footsteps but your own (relatively easy, it’s hard to mistake click-clack-tap as anything but Theirs).
There’s a snap and you freeze, every instinct screaming at you to look behind you or start running (but never both). Instead, you close your eyes and take a breath to centre yourself. You open them, and begin to walk again, with renewed purpose.
Is it you, or are the lamp lights lower to the ground?
You ignore the thought, and keep following the lights. It is too dark to see anything else, even the other buildings (this isn’t right this isn’t right this isn’t right) but you keep walking taking deep breaths and holding your locket to your chest (it doesn’t burn you – yet). The lights are brighter, and closer, but they definitely don’t move (they bob and they weave with delicate mischief). They space themselves further and further apart, and everything else is too dark to see (you can see everything, but you pretend you don’t), and it feels as though you’ve been walking for eternity.
The lights abruptly stop, and so too does your heart for a second. A glimmer to your right gets your attention, and you turn to see a solitary light, beckoning you closer. You go to take a step towards it, but you freeze. The light is in the middle of the Green.
Off the path.
The path continues to the side, but it is dark, and it is no longer concrete, but cobblestone and mud. The light is safe (on the grass), the light is near (on the minefield), and the light is bright (a beacon in a place you do not want to draw attention). You clutch your locket tighter to your chest (your palm stings but you ignore it).
And you run.
Chest heaving, heart pounding, feet falling and hitting damp grass, you run for the light. And the light seems to run as well.
Away from you.
With a desperate cry, you let go of your locket (bad idea bad idea bad idea) and pump your arms in an attempt to go faster (click-clack-tap becomes stomp-stomp-click behind you and you don’t question how). The light still continues to elude you, but it seems to be growing now. You hear heavy breathing and it isn’t your own, and the light is still far off but it’s growing larger, and now it’s coming closer, and you feel breath on your neck but the light is so close, and then its right in front of you, and it’s not a light, but a door-
And you burst through the pull door, scaring students who are going about their daily business. The sunlight blinds you (wasn’t it 8pm a few minutes ago?), and the students are speaking in a language you don’t understand. For a second you’re scared you’re Elsewhere, but then you recognise some words (from a class you by all rights should have failed but sweet cakes and sweeter words are a surefire way to pass). You ask around, and thankfully someone understands you (you notice the nitrate burns on their hands, but you don’t say anything), and explains the situation. You’re on an entirely different campus (on an entirely different continent), and it’s Wednesday morning (the party was Saturday).
Thankfully, EU has a budget set aside for students who find themselves places where they shouldn’t be (so long as you’re not in Elsewhere of course). You are able to return home soon enough (your locket still stings against your chest), and eventually your sojourn becomes little more than an urban legend (on two continents, no less). To everyone concerned, you simply became lost upon walking back from the dorm party.
(After all, Will-o-the-Wisps have a habit of leading travellers astray.)
((There was an ask about will-o-the-wisps and an ask about students on other campuses, and I felt like writing something so this happened, enjoy))