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Descriptive words for characters: personality traits (pt 1)

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Nervous / scared easily

  • startled
  • afraid
  • spooked
  • tense
  • high-strung
  • on edge
  • fidgety
  • overwrought

Happy

  • bashful
  • in high spirits
  • elated
  • contented
  • joyful
  • overjoyed
  • jubilant
  • gleeful

grumpy/sad

  • sullen
  • down
  • peeved/peevish
  • cantankerous
  • querulous
  • dissatisfied
  • irritable

cold/doesn’t care

  • impassive
  • (wilfully)ignorant
  • coldblooded
  • unfeeling
  • apathetic
  • unsymphatetic
  • cold-hearted
  • blah
  • flat
  • unmoved
  • deadened

angry/reactive/mean

  • dramatic
  • enraged
  • heated
  • offended
  • inflamed
  • provoked
  • irrated
  • livid
  • scornful
  • splenetic
  • cranky
  • belligerent
  • acerbic

confident/brave

  • collected
  • unwavering
  • certain
  • composed
  • steady

has a lot of fantasy/lighthearted/playful

  • whimsical
  • light
  • blithe
  • eccentric
  • quirky
  • joyful
  • sympathetic

sudden changes/moodswings

  • impulsive
  • any way the wind blows
  • capricious
  • vagarious
  • unstable
  • volatile
  • changeable

sneaky/evil/secretive

  • cunning
  • clandestine
  • two-timing
  • insidious
  • fraudulent
  • deceptive
  • shady
  • surreptitious
  • wily
  • devious

you can trust this person/honest

  • reliable
  • loyal
  • respectable
  • solid
  • safe
  • responsible
  • true-hearted

different from most common/different from norm/strange(some positve, some negative,some neutral)

  • divergent
  • non conforming
  • atypical
  • heteroclite
  • peculiar
  • odd
  • bizarre
  • weird
  • anomalous
  • ludicrous
  • cooky
  • absurd
  • daft
  • bananas

its not the death of the character that gets me. its the reactions of other characters to the death of said character that gets me.

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"Do you love him?”

Summary: The “Do you love him?” scene, but gayer. Michael’s POV. In which Mr. Heere ain’t no fool, but he is father of the year. 

Word Count: 1,147 

AN: I know 0 things about weed and this is mad tacky so bear w/me, lmao. I don’t really know where I was going with this, I just wanted to add more Drama™. When I started I had a sequel planned, but I’ve since forgotten how that was gonna go…so, if you want a sequel, hmu and give me ideas!


He’d hoped it would feel better, burning this stuff. He’d been just high enough when he stormed inside to grab it that he hadn’t stopped to consider whether it was a good idea. But now, watching the limited edition Magic: the Gathering card shrivel and blacken in the ashcan, it kinda just felt overdramatic.

And maybe he regretted it, just a little.

No, he couldn’t think that. He was angry with Jeremy. Jeremy had been treating him like he was nothing for months now. Squip or no squip, Michael couldn’t allow himself to roll over and forgive that. Jeremy was the one who’d burned everything they had. Michael was just finishing the job.

“Michael!”

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frostniskare  asked:

A prompt for Valentine fic, if you don't mind c: So: first time Stiles gets a date for Valentine, detailed plans and all, but that morning he's being stood up and shit goes down with a new baddy, so he's kind of freaking done, and he also gets hurt (but not too much) so Derek, feeling how much he's sad and angry, since Der called him there, decides to make up for it even with his awkward social skills and angry eyebrows. Cool date (and sex, if you're up to) ensues. HAPPY ENDING yeah c: Thanks c:

Also on ao3!

Stiles brought the bat down on the kelpie’s head again with a sickeningly wet thud. He raised it only to slam it back down on the creature’s pulverized cranium, bone cracking under the overzealous assault.

The rest of the pack looked on in a mix of horror and morbid fascination as Stiles continued to literally beat the dead supernatural horse. Black blood seeped out of the kelpie’s many various wounds, painting the rocky riverside with dark gore, the moss stained by the dark blood.

After a couple hikers had been reported missing in the preserve earlier that day, the pack had spent hours trying to figure out what had happened, attempting to decide whether or not there was a supernatural component or not. Their suspicions had intensified when the hiker’s dead bodies were found downstream, pre-mortem slashes and bruises covering them, fluid in their lungs indicating that they had drowned.

It was Stiles who had come to the conclusion that a kelpie was responsible for the deaths of the couple, pointing out the hoof shaped contusions on one of the men’s chests. Derek deeming it very plausible, the pack had taken to the preserve, searching the area in which the hikers had gone missing for any sign of the kelpie.

After over two hours of canvassing the area, searching for the creature, it had made its whereabouts known by bellowing out a deafening roar when Isaac got a little too close to the river where it was residing. In response, Isaac had thrown his head back and howled for reinforcements while trying to fight off the crazed kelpie.

The rest of the pack had arrived in time to save Isaac from getting his skull crushed by one of the kelpie’s hooves, Derek tugging him out of harm’s way with a ferocious roar of his own. The alpha had received a lash to his face from the kelpie’s whip-like tail of seaweed for his troubles, a line of blood smattered across his face as he flashed his bright red eyes at the kelpie.

With the pack surrounding it, the kelpie had become even more aggressive, lashing out at them whenever one of them so much as breathed, leaving almost all of them wounded, dragging a few of them into the river with it as it attempted to escape. Crawling out of the frigid water, Stiles had ended things with one fell swing of his bat, the kelpie collapsing on the riverbank with a loud thump, but once Stiles started, he couldn’t stop.

He was pissed. It was Valentine’s Day and there he was in the middle of the preserve, soaking wet with his side throbbing from where the kelpie had scratched him with the sharp edge of one of its hooves.

He grunted as he continued his assault on the kelpie’s skull, the rest of the pack wincing each time he landed a blow on the kelpie’s head, eyes riveted to the gut-wrenching scene. Eventually, after several excruciating minutes of the violence, a hand shot out to grab the bat, sparing the kelpie corpse another hit and stopping Stiles in his tracks

“What?!” Stiles growled, snapping his head up to meet Peter’s eyes, baring his teeth in a human snarl, panting heavily as he tightened his grip on the bat. Peter just rolled his eyes at him with a snort.

“As much as I am a fan of unnecessary violence, this―” he waved his hand to indicate the kelpie’s dead body, black blood seeping out of its demolished skull “―is just plain excessive,” Peter drawled with a judgemental grimace. He dropped his right hand, wrinkling his nose at the sticky black blood covering his palm before wiping it off on the side of his designer jeans. Turning back to Stiles, he casually suggested, “Now, why don’t we just wash up and spend the rest of the evening having rough, wild sex, hmm?”

“In your dreams,” Stiles spat viciously, straightening up and squaring his shoulders, narrowing his eyes at the smirking werewolf. He was in no mood for Peter’s perverted little teasing.

“Well, yes. But that doesn’t quite answer my question,” Peter pointed out, raking his half-lidded eyes over Stiles’ body, not bothering to conceal his blatant interest. Stiles rolled his eyes, freezing stock still when Peter tacked on, “One would think that after getting stood up this morning you would be more than happy to jump into bed with someone as good-looking as myself.”

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some authors could really use a “plot twist limit” or a “you’ve killed too many characters already” notification you know

Monster

Word Count: 2039

Pairing: Past Dean x Reader

Warnings: Language, SPN typical violence, Canon divergence, Torture, Major character death

A/N: Written for @nichelle-my-belle ‘s angst challenge. My prompt was “It takes a monster to destroy a monster.” This gave me such a hard time and it’s kind of erratic and choppy and doesn’t make much sense to me, but I’ve given up on it and it’s just being posted.

Follow up to Masterpieces


“Dean, please. This isn’t you.” You begged, tears streaming down your face, trying desperately to reach the Dean you once knew. You were tied spread eagle to the rack, practically naked, scraps of clothes barely covering you. “Don’t let him ruin you.”

 

“Oh, but it is me.” Dean slid the razor from your neck down your chest before finally shoving it in, next to your heart. You let out an ear piercing scream and sobbed yourself hoarse while Dean continued to carve and Alastair put you back together, letting Dean carve you to pieces over and over and over.

 

Dean woke with a start; sweat dripping down his face and tears in his eyes, your name on his lips. “Dean?” Sam questioned. “Y/N again?”

“What I did to her…” Dean swallowed thickly, choking back tears. “Sammy, I tore her apart. She begged me not to and I just laughed at her and did it anyway.”

“Dean, it wasn’t you.” Sam sat next to Dean on the bed, trying to figure out a way to comfort him.

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fandom: *everyone talking about character death*

me: maybe they won’t die when I read it

Full Of Surprises {Reader Insert}

Imagine: A clumsy little Amity girl stumbles her way into the Dauntless foundation, and to everyone’s surprise, is pretty damn good. So good in fact, that she catches her leader’s eye.

Summary: {Y/N} has worked hard since the Choosing Ceremony, fighting her way to the top with unexpected skill. When the night comes for a game of Capture the Flag, she has a little one on one time with Eric. With victory in hand, it’s that moment he realises that this little farm girl could be the initiate he’s been waiting for.

Request?: Yes! A lovely little nonny requested a Eric x amity!reader. Where Eric thinks the reader will be a total fail, but ends up top of her class. I kept out the ‘maybe some smut at the end’, just to take a break from writing it and to space it out on this blog. Hope it’s okay.

Word Count: 2595

Taglist: Let me know if you want to be tagged in any/particular pieces.

Disclaimer: The gif is not mine, credits to the used that made it. I do not own the Divergent characters, credits to the writers and producers of the series. In this, I’m more of going off the books in regard to the boys’ ages. So, it’s the year before Tris transferred, both of them being seventeen whilst the reader is of course sixteen.

A/N: I am really happy with this! I hope you are too. There is some sass, some baddassary, and of course there is fluff. And I just love Eric, so much, and this was so fun to write. Enjoy, my little bookworms 🖤

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