i have a character for every class

Some BMC characters based on things said in my math class
  • Jeremy: Did you know every 60 seconds a minute passes in Africa?<p/><b>Michael:</b> If circles and squares don't exist, why don't I have feet?<p/><b>Christine:</b> ADHD THERE'S 80 OF THEM, I'M FOCUSED<p/><b>The Squip:</b> I'm losing brain cells sitting here<p/><b>Rich:</b> I HAVE TO RUN THERE'S NO TIME//runs out of class//<p/><b>Jake:</b> QUICK, someone tell isis that the mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell<p/></p>

maniacaltoaster  asked:

Do you think it's kinda weird that even though the characters in Villainous don't TECHNICALLY have good designs, while that kind of thing destroys other cartoons, in this one, it seems to work in its favor? Like, they look ridiculous, over the top, and crazy, but that feels like exactly what they're supposed to look like.

oh sweetheart let me tell you a little secret

the people who genuinely think the Villainous character designs are bad don’t know a damn thing about designing characters for animation

STRAP IN FOLKS IT’S TIME FOR ANOTHER RANT LESSON ABOUT ANIMATION CHARACTER DESIGN WITH NOVA (brought to you by SCAD: “I pay $35,000 a year to learn how to make cartoons so trust me I know what I’m talking about”)

The first thing any character design class (including the one I took) will teach you is “have a strong silhouette”

You can probably recognize almost if not every single one of these characters just from their outlines! So let’s take a look at the silhouettes of the Villainous cast…

HOLY SMOKES THEY ARE HELLA DISTINCTIVE!!! And here we even see what is probably the design reason for Dr. Flug’s paper bag and Demencia’s huge fluffy ponytail - they add to the strength of their silhouettes immensely.

Now let’s examine both the shape language of the characters AND how they’re likely divided in terms of their digital puppet rigs (as Villainous appears to use both the hand drawn and rigging techniques), because the former is the second thing any character design class will teach you and the latter is incredibly important to the modern digital 2D animation process. (Apologies if my rig estimates are off, I haven’t had as much experience with 2D rigging as I have with hand drawn.)

Black Hat has the most variety out of the cast, but broken up he’s really just a combination of rectangles, triangles and one or two circles. His hat is also kind of a shape in and of itself, one that comes very naturally when drawing his head. Like a lot of villain characters his sharpness is highly emphasized.

Dr. Flug is ALL about squares and skinny rectangles, with his only rounded shapes being his eyes and shoes. Normally when you see boxy characters they’re on the very masculine or muscular side, meant to seem strong or imposing, but Flug is a wimpy, scrawny twig. That’s really unorthodox and something I like a lot about his look.

What’s super interesting about Demencia is that next to 5.0.5, she has the most circles and rounded shapes. Sharpness is added in her details which makes her design look a lot more complex than it really is. What’s great about digital animation and 2D rigging is it makes characters who have a lot of specific details like her much simpler to animate, so she really isn’t impractical at all provided you’re animating her using a computer.

And finally we have Beariplier Markibear 5.0.5, who I’m sure surprises no one by being a big old round baby full of circles. His nose and snout are of course triangles though. I like how he’s the most intentionally simple out of the cast, even going so far as to have a different eye style that almost makes him look like something out of an ultra-cutesy anime. He doesn’t fit in with and stands out a lot from the others, which is entirely the point.

To sum up, the Villainous characters are both simple enough to animate on a budget/deadline and interesting looking enough to want to watch, the perfect combination for modern 2D digital TV animation. These designs were MADE for a 2017 Cartoon Network show in every sense, with just enough early 2000s influence to feel fresh and new as well as classic and nostalgic. I want these guys to represent and become iconic of CN the same way Finn, Jake, Mordecai and Rigby have.

Why do people not appreciate Tarquin more? I love his character so much.

-He is the only High Lord in history to see past the mask/show Rhysand puts on for everyone. He wanted to be Rhysand’s friend. He looked at Rhys and didn’t see a monster but a man that was trying to protect the other Fae from Amarantha

-He wants to close to class gap between High Fae and “lesser fae” just like Rhysand. He just wants every fae to have the same rights no matter what class they are.

-He is one of the nicest High Lords. He told Feyre about his advisors wanting him to learn how to play games like other High Lords and he said he’s just not good at it. He also wanted to be friends with Feyre and didn’t treat her like she was some hero, he treated her like a normal person. I’m so glad he’s not like the other High Lords

I know he sent the blood rubies but I think he just did that out of anger and because he was hurt. He wanted to have one friend among the High Lords who wasn’t playing some stupid game with him, and he feels betrayed by Feyre and Rhys. I hope their conflict is resolved in ACOWAR and they become friends.

World Enough and Time + Disability Representation

Warning: Spoilers

I expected World Enough an Time to be an amazing episode because, hey, two Masters and Mondasian Cybermen.  I did not expect this episode to be amazing because of disability representation, but it was.  In fact, I might call this episode one of my favorites, not because of the story, but because it was the first time I have seen myself onscreen.

I don’t talk about my disabilities on this blog since my main blog @spoonieswimmer is my platform for that.  I am chronically ill.  I am disabled.  I have been sick for four and a half years.  My illness was actually what got me into fandom in the first place, and it effects every second of my life.  In all that time, tonight was the first time seeing someone like me on screen.  And the character is the co-star on Doctor Who, my absolute favorite show.

Now don’t get me wrong.  Disability representation has been getting better.  (Class, anyone?)  In the past two seasons of Doctor Who, we have had 2 disabled characters.  (3, counting World Enough and Time.)  That’s great, but still a little weak.  And, disability is not one size fits all.  As a person with an invisible illness, my life is very different from someone who is D/deaf.  So, tonight was not the first time I have seen disability on tv, but it was the first time I have seen someone with a disability like mine.

If you haven’t figured it out yet, I am talking about Bill Potts.  Up until this episode, Bill was not disabled.  I am not even sure she was written to be disabled in this episode, but that does not change the fact that she is disabled.  In the absolute broadest terms, a disability is a condition that causes limitations in a person’s life.  Now, it is actually much more complex than this, but Bill’s fake heart definitely posed limitations on her.

I’m going to break down aspects of the episode and how they relate to me as a disabled person.  We’ll start with some superficial comparisons between Bill and myself and get deeper as we go.

  • Bill has a large device (her artificial heart) sticking out of her chest.  This is what keeps her alive.
    • I have a device implanted under the skin of my chest called a portacath.  A thin tube connects this device to my aorta and the tube ends just above my heart.  Every week, I have a needle inserted through my skin into the port and it can be used to deliver lifesaving medication.  Although my port is much smaller than Bill’s heart, it is still noticeable and uncomfortable.
  • Bill spent a significant portion of the episode dragging around an IV pole.
    • As part of my treatment, I get IVs done twice a week, though it used to be daily.  I spend six to ten hours a week hooked up to an IV, and, let me tell you, those things are really hard to drag around.  I actually spend most of my time watching Doctor Who while the bag drips.
  • At one point in the episode, Bill sat down into a wheelchair.  She could still walk, but it was on hand, which means she was likely a part-time wheelchair user.
    • Mobility devices are part of my life.  I have used a cane for some time, and lately I have been thinking of getting a wheelchair for part-time use.  I can walk, but it is painful and takes a lot of strength and energy that I don’t often have.
  • Bill cannot leave the hospital or her heart stops working.
    • Due to my disabilities, I am effectively housebound.  I leave my house about once a week, and get extremely sick every time I do.  I have had to quit school, sports, and all social activities because of it.
  • Bill has one friend for her entire stay in the hospital.  
    • It is very alienating to have a disability.  This is not only because it takes so much energy to go out and often you aren’t able to, but it is extremely hard to make and keep friends when your lives are so different.  
  • Bill’s one friend betrays her.
    • When you get sick, you quickly learn that friends don’t stick around.  Once they realize you won’t get better, they slowly stop talking to you one by one.  Four and a half years later, I have no friends left.  I thought that they were true friends, but they betrayed me, just like Bill was betrayed.
  • Bill spends the entire episode waiting for the Doctor.
    • When you are disabled, you spend a lot of time hoping, praying, and waiting for someone to help you.
  • Bill gets turned into a Cyberman.
    • Help does not come fast enough for the disabled.

I’ve cried over this episode.  I have spent a long time writing this, and I still have not managed to convey how important it is to me.  How important it is to have representation.  I could probably spend days pointing out metaphors for disability in this episode, and I sincerely hope that this is not the only time I will ever see myself on screen.  Representation is so important for every minority, but please, please, do not leave the disabled out of your activism.

Do you like Killing Stalking? Then read these!

I promise this is a 99.99% KS content blog, but I want to take a moment to gush about my favorites in the psychological/horror genre (some which might be even more fucked up than KS even).

1. DEAD TUBE (ongoing)
This is one of my all-time favorite ongoing manga. It. Is. BLOODY. There’s gore everywhere and there’s always someone losing some limbs or dying. 
There’s this site called… you guessed it: Dead Tube. It’s like Youtube or Vine but about a million times ‘WTF’. The aim is to create videos that will shock as many people as possible. People will murder, torture, do sexual acts, take unsolicited videos of other people, and pretty much do every single fucked up thing imaginable on the list. Once you’re trapped in the game you can’t get out. If your videos don’t get many views, you get killed. Every single character in the manga is batshit crazy. There’s extreme violence, gore, and nudity every chapter. KS is probably ten times tamer, so if it’s your limit, I suggest you at least tread lightly at first. (NSFW pictures under cut). 

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for your consideration: yoga instructor Doc who, when it’s the season for it, has his yoga classes out on the beach in a nice private area where no one will bother them unless someone is a merman who’s going to sneak a peek

also, can i just say, to the fic writers who can consistently write Donut and all his amazing blatant double entendres, holy shit, glass toast and hat tip to you because making everything he says a double entendre is a fucking ARTFORM that I just do NOT have the easy talent for holy shit like it’s embarrassing how long it took for me to come up with that

why is it that every new facecanon and first time drawing of one of the characters that happens is through this au tho like why me why

its even funnier because like it’s supposed to be a beginning class for yoga but like that pose is actually apparently mid to higher level but look i needed something that would show off kai’s insane flexibility

I am currently very tired so this probably might not even make sense in the morning but… 

I’m imagining a D&D minigame (probably lasts 1-2 hours tops unless you’re having fun with it) meant to break the ice for new groups, in which the DM controls an adventuring party and the players control NPCs as they naturally pop up. Specifically, it could help new players get comfortable with roleplaying without the pressure of sticking to a character they just made. If you do this before the character creation stage, then even better because they may stumble into a character they like acting out.

Rules that I’m just rambling out please forgive me if they are nonsensical: 

  • It’s all improv. Don’t break a scene to look up game mechanics like prices, or which checks to make, or what would give advantage/disadvantage. This is about the acting so if it’ll throw off the groove, make it up on the spot. It’s all about quick thinking.
  • No modifiers. You’re all making things up on the spot so if you have to roll something, don’t waste time justifying who would have what stats. You could even go without dice altogether. The d20 is just an optional element of chance here.
  • Mandatory introductions. I don’t care how goofy it is. state your name, race, class/occupation, a random character trait, and how their day’s been going up until this point. As many as you can off the top of your head. Go nuts because things get silly before they get really creative, in my experience. Note: Character voices are encouraged. For funsies.
  • Everyone participates in a scene. No pressure on how much they interact, but in each new setting, every player has to put one NPC in that tavern, shopping square, riot crowd, etc.
  • Plot not needed. The adventuring party strategically wanders in a way that builds a town/city/etc as the players make it up. The DM isn’t in charge of telling a story here, just keeping the energy of the improv scene going. This includes-
  • Leading Questions. This one’s the challenge for you, DM who likely already has a control complex and likes to plan out every detail of everything in their world because it gives them a sense of security. If anything, you are the one who most needs to be good at rolling with whatever your players hand you. For the sole purposes of making you uncomfortable, the newcomer adventuring party knows absolutely nothing about this town. Thankfully, the citizens know everything about it. Which is good because you need directions to find your way out of your rented hovel room let alone to the temple–oh that’s right. Who’s the patron there? You sure don’t know! Better ask someone! Get that DMs?? YOU KNOW NOTHING. 
    • Important: If the scene starts slowing down, it’s up to you to either encourage and interact with these townsfolk some more, or get moving somewhere else.

Example scene: order of NPC choice is determined by an initiative roll. 

DM: “Alright, so four adventurers walk into the tavern you’re in–”
Player 1: “Oh! I call the bartender.”
Player 3: “Aw… I had a bit I was gonna do.”
Player 1: “Okay, okay fine, I’m the owner of the tavern, Marcus McMuffin the half orc–stop laughing–and uh… I have a tattoo of a dwarf lover that literally no one else knows about? And my day’s been…hm. It’s been awful because I got stood up for a meeting. DM, I basically live in here, so I’d know they’re new, right? I wanna know if these guys look like trouble makers.”
DM: “The Barbarian’s flexing at anyone who looks in his general direction but other than him fancying a typical bar brawl, they seem decent–if lost.”
Player 2: “I’m the elven bard in the corner and I start trying to seduce the Barbarian with my beautiful voice!!”
DM: “Listen… you can’t just use your character from the last game. Cherry the Elven Bard would’ve totally seduced the barbarian but who are you now?… Nah it’s fine, dude. Take your time. We’ll come back to you.”
Player 3: “I’m the crazy old village drunkard who’s a human named Steve–”
Player 1: “I thought you said you wanted the bartender!”
Player 3: “–Who samples a lot of the wares and is thus the village drunkard! I said I was doing a bit, jeez! DM, I start rambling loudly at the strangers about something that sounds like one of those super infuriating sidequests–you know the kind–where you have to go through a lot of bullshit busywork and the longest fetch quest of your life but there’s a promise of GREAT loot at the end so you consider it anyway. You know what I mean? What do I do for that, roll deception? Persuasion?”
DM: “Nope. No rolls. Personally, I am so on board with this but I need you to make this speech right here and I need you to sell it.” 
Player 3: “Oh boy.”

If for some reason you want to try this please give me a rundown of how it went because I feel like it’s the perfect recipe for hilarious trainwrecks that come with all good icebreakers. (I feel like it’d be a fun drinking game somehow? But I don’t play enough to know how to work alcohol in in a reasonable manner. I’ll leave that one up to house rules.)

Taverns & Tanneries, never coming to a game store near you lmao

Edit: I just realized that when the group starts playing a real campaign, you can embarrass them by working their goofily-named NPCs in, keeping an entirely straight face while doing so. Watch as they squirm and laugh-cry over having to discuss the fate of the world with Marcus McMuf’an. If only they’d known. 

If only they’d known what was to become of Marcus McMuffin.

Beep beep! Folks, we have an official Darkiplier sighting!

…Or, well, at least we think it is. All evidence is pointing to that, anyway

For those who may be confused, in Mark’s video “FILE.exe” at 3:26 the first jumpscare occurs and it is FAR more severe than the rest (EDIT: it’s been confirmed that everything that changed onscreen was edited in by Mark). Mark’s camera goes dark, with only the outline of his headphones and EVIDENT BLOODY TEARS edited in for a split second (this is hard to see if your brightness is low, his cam is in the lower left). He also says the following: “Aye! Fuck you! And me! That was me, but fuck me– you! …Alright then…(clearly shook) just gonna carry on like that DIDNT happen…” Which could either be referring to Dark or just Mark babbling after a jumpscare.

In addition, Mark says a few things about Dark in the video itself, casual throwing about of his name as things get creepier and creepier.

At about 3:00, an NPC (that is, perhaps coincidentally, noted to look like Mark; example “Oh, is that me?”) says “How did I get here?” To which Mark responds, “I don’t know, maybe Darkiplier got you!” In a clearly joking tone.

At about 4:30, the same NPC asks “Seriously, how did I get here?” Mark responds with “Once again, I must reiterate… probably Darkiplier.”

At a bit before 7:00, the NPC says “What is going on?” Mark’s retort here is “Again, you know, with Darkiplier, you never know what’s gonna happen.”

These so far have just been casual mentions of him. Nothing out of the ordinary or even creepy– but it’s a bit unorthodox to have Mark fully embracing the idea of Dark and mentioning him several times in a video.

There’s one final thing that stood out to me as well– at the very end of the video. Instead of saying something along the lines of ‘if you find any secrets or have any suggestions let me know in the comments below,’ he says “…If there’s other secrets to be told, tell your fellow viewer what that’s all about! Yeah– oh yeah! There’s a lot of people watching this! So tell ‘em! (cut) If you’ve got secrets… share 'em with the class.” Mark seems oddly sincere here, in my humble opinion– almost concerned.

But honestly, I could dissect every single word Mark said in this video and find “ehmahgerd dark confirmd!!!!!” but here are a few basic points to think/talk about.

-The content of the video and the nature of the characters FILE.exe and Darkiplier
-The implication, though perhaps not serious, that Dark can trap you in a game or just in general
-The connection between the NPC that looks like Mark and the dialogue about Dark
-The timing of the “Dark” appearance (after he’s been mentioned once)
-Mark’s dialogue and expressions after the “Dark” appearance

Just food for thought.

Anyway, here’s hoping for more things like this in the future!

anonymous asked:

75: "Don't bite me, I'm mad at you." Nessian please!

This took me far, far, far too long, and I apologise. I really liked this one for Nessian so I wanted to do it justice. As always, anyone and everyone is free to send me ACOTAR prompts for any character/pairing. 

Here’s the fic - hope you enjoy! 

For all their bickering, Nesta and Cassian can never seem to have a decent argument.

Nesta tries her best. With the same burning fury from the days when they spent every second fighting Hybern for all that they held dear, she storms into the cabin Cassian occupies. She catches him unprepared, half changed from where he’s been training the new recruits. The mental image of him in all his muscular, inspiring glory instructing a new class of liberated young Illyrian women does nothing to assuage Nesta’s anger. What she hates most though is that now it stings of jealousy. Damn her fae hormones.

“My Lady. I didn’t expect to see you before the dinner,” Cas says, focusing back on the straps of his fighting leathers. Though Nesta often calls him clumsy or blundering, his calloused fingers are awfully deft as they free his chest from the tight, black material, unlacing straps and freeing clasps. If only there was a way for Nesta to get him to stop stripping without admitting to why it caused a problem. If only he wasn’t so damn confident now in how he affected her. If only she hadn’t let him learn that really, beneath all her cold hatred, her knees went weak every time he gave her that fond half-smile.

“Then perhaps,” Nesta says, arms crossed firm over her chest, “you shouldn’t have sent me what I can only assume was meant as an insult.”

Cassian quirks an eyebrow. He doesn’t look at her, but being the insufferable man-child he is, his lips betray him, not quite able to swallow an impish smirk. “You don’t like my fashion tastes?” He asks, cocking his head at her like a young pup, like he’s innocent, not the scheming, centuries old arsehole he clearly is.

“Fashion would imply that this monstrosity qualifies as clothing.”

Nesta holds up the garment that was delivered to her not an hour ago. It would put even the Court of Nightmares to shame, all black lace and slivers of translucent fabric as thin and soft as a whisper. She’d have taken it to be intended for the bedroom, were it not accompanied by a scrawled note of ‘I look forward to seeing you at dinner.’

“You said you were fed up of Az and Rhys staring at their oh so beloved mates all evening,” Cassian say with a shrug, then a grin. “I’d like to see a mate bond stand against you in that.”

“You’re an idiot.” Nesta scowls, flushed scarlet and feeling far too flattered for someone possessing as much dignity as she does. Heat stirs in her stomach, and she feels an all too familiar itch between her legs. It’s the same every time. Stubbornly ignorant, ignoring the give away signs, she tries to hold onto the anger she’d walked in with. “Are you saying that if we were mates, you’d still betray me for a woman wearing this- this costume?”

She knows she stands no chance the moment Cassian’s smile appears. It’s a species she’s only ever seen north of the wall, unknown to humanity. An animal smile. Predatory. All too sinfully delicious. “Nes,” Cas whispers, his soft voice deadly with that wolfish grin, the one neither gentle nor demure. “Are you really so jealous of the mating bond? Of Rhys and your darling sister? Old Azriel and dear Mor?”

Leaving his change of clothing behind, he crosses to her, still shirtless, trousers unbuttoned, dark skin still sluiced with sweat. “I’m not jealous,” Nesta says. She’s on edge, her muscles coiled and tensed, but it’s not pure and known like her anger is. She almost feels sick with it, heady. “I don’t envy them when they pine and fawn over each other. Being helplessly bound to another appeals little to me.” He draws close and slips a hand around her waist, but she pushes a hand to his chest, keeping him back. “Were you my mate, however,” she says, fixing his gaze with hers, “you would look at no one else. You wouldn’t be able to breathe if I so much as entered the room.”  

“Oh?” Cas says, and his small smile alone is enough to reignite Nesta’s anger.

“You’d be even more of a mess than you are now,” she says, and there is no kindness in her tone, it’s all bite and it makes that itch between her legs spread deeper, to her bones. “You think you’re such a strong, immortal warrior, bat boy? You wouldn’t be able to think about anyone, anything but me. It wouldn’t matter how pretty or young or gifted those trainee girls of yours are. I’d own you.”

She’s breathing heavily, and almost without noticing it, she’s moved her hand up to wrap it around Cassian’s neck. Her grip isn’t enough to cut off his airway, but she can feel his pulse thrumming beneath her thumb and forefinger. He looks back at her, boyish smile gone, eyes so soft, so open, that she forgets to breathe for a moment. “Nes,” he says, so honest it breaks her heart, “You already do.”

It’s the same as it always is when they try to argue. Her outrage is unmasked, revealed to be something far more dangerous because it makes her weak to him, and willingly so. She has been conditioned to despise how easily she melts beneath his kisses as he nuzzles into her neck, but even the guarding walls of The Ice Queen can’t hold Cassian at bay. She doesn’t know how, but he’s so achingly comfortable to fall into, so full of heat that she forgets what it is to be cold.

He’s not gentle long though; they never are. His teeth, sharp and strong amongst the blurred heat of their skin, nip at her collarbone, the shell of her ear. “Don’t bite me,” she scolds him, though she laughs at herself. “I’m mad at you. You’re supposed to be groveling.”

“Apologies, my Lady.” His voice is rough and close in her ear. “I couldn’t help myself.”

“You never can,” Nesta says, as she looks at him for too long, like she’s still scared he’ll disappear, like they’re back in the war. He knows that look, knows how she feels, and responds by shoving her rough back against the wall, pinning their two bodies firm against each other, so he’s all there, all around her. She grips him back, grasps the muscled thickness of his neck, and rests their foreheads together for a moment of peace amongst the passion. “I wouldn’t have you any other way.”


Nursey: You can see which teams are chill & which teams hate each other. Lax is hanging out near the café since they suck.

Tango: Oh!

Chowder: I have a friend on the lacrosse team! He’s in my Chinese class.

Nursey: No, Tangs, every lax bro sucks.

Dex: Yup.

(There are a lot of characters on this show, ok.) 

Year 1 

Year 2 Fall Semester 

Year 2 Spring Semester 

Year 3 Set 1 

Spin off 

anonymous asked:

*curtsies* Duke, I need some help here. Just noticed that I have a huge lack on my character creation. I only write the "warmey hearted and happy" characters. How can I... "fix" that? I have interest in writing different characters but... I just... can't. It's like I didn't understand them enough. How do I write a cold and calculist character? Without making it either a "happey heart" or unrealist, or even the "completly feelingless stereotype"? Please help me!!! I have no idea of what to do!!!!

*Curtsies* First big rule of writing that Tumblr brainwashes out of people because we tend to balk at anything ‘problematic’: 

You need conflict in fiction. 

If everybody is nice to each other and agrees about everything and never miscommunicates, you don’t have a story. You have slow-burn fluff fic and that’s fine if that’s what you’re trying to write, but if you aren’t, you need to spice things up. You need problems. You need conflict. You need more than one personality type. 

Writing good characters is hard. You are literally inventing a human being from scratch, and that kind of complexity takes months (if not years) of work to create, so that’s the first thing I want to be clear about: 

There are no shortcuts to good character.

Writing is, in every sense, an iceberg type of art form, and what a reader will eventually see on a page is only about 1% of the work you actually have to do to make that 1% worth reading. Character, like plot and setting and everything else in fiction, requires long hard nose-to-the-grindstone hours of work. It also requires research. You can’t skimp on any of this or your characters will come out feeling like paper dolls. 

As for how to actually excavate a character: I’ve talked a lot about this under the character development tag and especially this post here, but here is what I think should be the first step for everyone who’s trying to turn a paper doll into flesh and blood: 

Start with the moment where your character first appears in your story, and work backward through every remotely significant event of their life until you get to their birth.

By ‘every remotely significant event’ I don’t just mean when their mom died or when they lost their virginity. I mean every event that was remotely significant to them, even if it was just getting their braces off or listening to their favorite band for the first time. If you really commit to this, it’s going to raise a lot of questions along the way. How long did they live in Kenosha? Where did she get that dress? Why did her dad lose that job? Who introduced her to that author? Here’s the crucial thing: 

Nothing you learn about a character is insignificant. 

Even if it’s just what their least favorite vegetable is. 99% of this information will not end up in the final manuscript, and that’s fine. What’s important is that you know it, because a character (like a real human being) is the sum of their parts, and even their childhood aversion to cooked carrots will contribute to who they become. I recently got a question on my author blog about why I can spit out so many random trivial details about each of my main characters. And the answer is because none of it’s random and none of it’s trivial. If you’re trying to bring a person to life with prose, you can’t afford not to know every little thing about them. Want to know why? 

It is a hell of a lot easier to write a character you know as well as you know yourself than to write a character you only know as a player in your story.

Characters have lives before and beyond the book you’re writing, just like real people have lives before and beyond the moments you interact with them. Our life experiences shape who we are and how we behave, so if you don’t know everything that has occurred in this character’s life prior to this moment, how could you possibly know how they would respond to a question even as simple as “How are you?” So. Spend the time. It will not be time wasted. Writing requires patience. 

Writing also requires research. Because you can’t just write a bunch of characters who are vague avatars for yourself, you will have to venture out of your comfort zone. If you do that thing I suggested where you plot each person’s life all the way back to their birth, you will inevitably stumble across things you don’t fully understand–and that’s where the research comes in. You have a hard time writing cold, calculating characters? Start with the basic questions: Why is this person this way? Coming up empty? Find some real-life examples. If you’re writing a serial killer, go buy every biography of real-life serial killers you can get your hands on. Watch Making a Murderer. Take a criminal psychology class. Writing about a chef? Read chefs’ memoirs. Follow chefs’ blogs. Go to restaurants. Learn to cook. Don’t steal any real person’s personality wholesale, but pay attention to patterns and details so that when you create your own character, they feel real. 

Use the real world for research. Learn from life.

The most important lesson you can learn from life is that very few people can be easily categorized. Most exist somewhere on a moral/behavioral spectrum that doesn’t fit neatly into those Myers-Briggs boxes everyone here on Tumblr loves so much. People are complicated and often conditional. A character who is warm-hearted and loving is much less interesting and much less believable than a character who is warm-hearted and loving but only towards children, because we immediately want to know more about her and why she doesn’t have the same sympathy for people her own age. And let’s be honest: no real person is warm-hearted and loving all the time. Figuring out exactly how this person’s life has gone will help you decide how they behave in any given situation.

We all have quirks and idiosyncrasies and learned behaviors that may, at first glance, defy explanation. We have hopes and fears and secrets and none of that is stuff you’re going to discover by taking another MBTI test on a character’s behalf. Rifle through the stuff of their life until you know not only exactly which magazines are lying under their bed but also why they have five credit cards they aren’t telling their wife about. When it comes to character, you can never know enough, even though writing in broad strokes might look a lot easier at the outset. Nothing about writing is easy, characters included.

People are messy. Resist the urge to simplify them.

Put the work in. I promise you, doing the digging and the research and learning who a person is before you try to put them on paper will make every word you write about them come more naturally and make more sense. And though a reader may never see those notebooks crammed full of every minute thing you learned about their life, they can intrinsically tell the difference between paper dolls and characters who are three-dimensional and fully formed and have been turned inside out by their author. 

Really all this advice comes down to one thing, which is that you can’t half-ass character. You’re creating a person. 


Charlotte restored my faith in the Beserker class as a whole. In every other Fire Emblem I have played the berserkers have always been really mediocre, Ross, Boyd and Vaike always fail to secure kills, or have bad stats, or miss at crucial times, Charlotte however always works great for me. She has a ridiculous crit rate and huge speed, skill and strength securing so many kills. She also breaks the stereotype of the stupid warrior, as she is remarkably clever and insightful, she has become my absolute favourite Fates character.

Trans Lance Fan Fic Part 1 (based off my headcannon/prompt)

*two years prior to Garrison*
      Keith walks to his locker, it’s the second day of his junior year of high school and he already hates it. He is with his third foster family of the year and he’s just moved to this city. He turns the volume up on the Fall Out Boy song he is listening to and keeps waking without paying attention to his surroundings. He crashes right into something which startles him from his thoughts. He looks down and finds a tan girl with wavy brown hair and stunning blue eye sprawled on the floor in front of him. He quickly pulls the earbuds from his ears and offers a hand to help her up. “I guess I kinda fell for you huh?” The girl jokes as Keith helps her up which startles a laugh out of the ravenette.It’s the start of a great friend ship.

     Keith learns that the girl’s name is Lacey. She shares almost every class with Keith which is great since neither of them have many friends besides each other. Keith’s favorite classes that he has with Lacey are drama and music because that is where she seems to be most in her element. Every time she makes someone laugh while portraying a character her eyes light up the way that Keith adores. She is also the most talented guitar player and singer that Keith has ever met.

     By the end of junior year they are inseparable. They spend as much time together as possible. After school they can be found doing their homework at the park across the street as neither of the two were in a rush to get home. Keith learns that Lacey isn’t as happy as everyone thinks she is. He notices that a lot of her smiles don’t reach her eyes and her laughter is often forced. Whenever he asks her what is wrong she just brushes it off and cracks a joke or changes the subject. Keith find a bottle of antidepressants in her bag about a week later and just pulls her into a hug without a single word.

      By the start of senior year Lacey’s depression has gotten much worse and Keith seems to be the only thing that makes her smile anymore. He keeps trying to find out what is wrong but she still refuses to tell him, claiming that she didn’t want to lose the only friend she has. Keith assures her that he would never stop being her friend but she insists that she doesn’t want to take that chance. Keith does his best to make sure Lacey is happy whenever they are together. He does just about anything to get her to smile even if he ends up looking like a complete idiot in front of everyone else. Seeing Lacey’s eyes light up the way they do when she smiles is enough to discredit any embarrassment Keith may have felt. It becomes increasingly harder to get Lacey to genuinely smile. Keith can tell when Lacey’s smiles are faked and when her laughs are forced.

      At the end of senior year Lacey does not smile at all. Keith keeps trying to make her happy again nothing is working. On the last day of school Keith tells Lacey that he is applying for the Garrison and she tells Keith she was thinking about applying too. Keith encourages her to apply and talks about how much fun they’d have at the Garrison together. Lacey just shrugs and says that she hopes Keith gets into the Garrison. They promise to keep in contact over the summer and then go their separate ways.

     Lacey’s family notices her worsening depression and they decide to find out what is causing her so much sadness. Lacey’s oldest sister Alicia corners her one day and persistently asks what is bothering her so much. Lacey can’t hold back any longer and breaks down in front of a shocked Alicia. Lacey explains her feelings of extreme dysphoria, self-hatred/disgust, and depression then goes on to explain what transgender is. Lacey comes out to Alicia as a trans boy. It takes Alicia a few minutes to process but then she pulls her younger brother into a reassuring hug and smiles. “Is there a name you’d prefer to be called?” She asks softly. “Lance, I’d like to be called Lance.” He says proudly and Alicia nods and pets his hair gently as he cries with happiness at the sound of his preferred name being used for the first time.

     The next day Lance comes out to his family and is promptly taken to the hairdresser where he gets a stylish boy’s haircut and he smiles shyly the whole ride home. It’s a few days later when his mama comes home from work with a medium sized package. “Lance, mijo come here for a second!” She calls and Lance runs into the kitchen to greet her. “Yes mama? Did I forget to do one of my chores again? I really didn’t mean to, I was helping Marcus with his homework and I completely forgot…” he starts to ramble and his mother cuts him off. “I got you something that I think you’ll like.” She says and hands the package over to her son. She watches excitedly as he opens it. A gasp leaves his lips as he lifts the brand new binder out of the package it came in. “Thank you so much mama! I love it! I love you!” Lance says and hugs his mother tightly.

     Lance spends the rest of the day admiring his flattened chest in the mirror and smiles widely the whole time. Alicia is constantly checking up on him to make sure he is feeling good and when he looks like he is having a rough time, Alicia will tell him how handsome his haircut or his outfit is.

     It’s around a month and a half later when Lance gets another huge surprise. His mother gets him into the car and refuses to tell him where they are going. To say the least, he is very confused when they pull up to a medical center. When he tries to question it his mother shushes him and ushers him inside the building. He is all but dragged into a doctor’s office and stares at his mother in confusion. A doctor walks in a few minutes later and sits down across from Lance at smiles. “Good morning Lance, do you know why you are here today?” The doctor asked him and Lance shook his head no and looked at the man in confusion. “Today we are going to discuss Testosterone shots and see how soon we can get you started on them.” The man explains and Lance cries with relief and happiness. Everything is moving so fast for him and he couldn’t be happier. With all of these changes he forgets to keep the promise he made on the last day of school.

     Thankfully for Lance, he only has to wait three more weeks for his first testosterone shot. The doctor shows Lance how to do it himself and explains that the rest of his shots will arrive at his door and explains the schedule of when he should administer them to himself.

     He is officially three months on testosterone when his Garrison acceptance letter and he is ecstatic to go to a school and start over, no one will know about the life he had in high school. Surely none of the people from his high school would be going to the Garrison! Or so he thought…

  (Sorry for any errors in grammar or spelling I may have made)

(To check out more of my trans Lance works click here: https://pan-space-ranger.tumblr.com/post/160633723018/trans-lance-master-list )

chuggyvanessa  asked:

How do you stay motivated when people drags you down ? My father was a good artist but he always makes my art being like shit... Well not only my art he treats me like one... and i never improve, im always scared to draw stuff i cant... do you have some advices ? Tips ?... something That could help me or others in this situation ?

Hi! To be honest, there is rarely any family who would support your artist carrier from the get-go. If any of you have that family, please go up to them and tell them you love them. Now here is the thing: a lot of parents don’t know “How” to support their artist child. And to everyone’s surprise, they think being harsh on you is the best support, thinking that if you can’t even stand this, there is no chance for you to survive in the actual professional industry. But here is one thing that a lot of parents miss out, every artists are super insecure inside, especially as a student. We get critics on our 5 day paintings and 8 hour drawings 24/7 and will keep comparing ourselves to those who we look up to. Most of us are already super harsh on ourselves. But guess what, they will never know until you tell them. Have a conversation time with your parents, tell them that what you need is someone who will fully support you, encourage you on your path and that it hurts to get negative feedback(different from constructive advice) from those who you love the most.

My family, who are very supportive now, has gone through similar things. And I had times when I had to hide my drawings under my text books because my parents thought I wasn’t doing my homework and all I do is drawing comic book characters(although I always did art after I finished my homework and got A in every classes I took). Their words very often hurt my feeling as an artist but we all learned and taught each other how to make things work out.  Let them know that it hurts, tell them that all you need to hear is: “Good job, keep on going. We are all here right behind you.” And that this alone will give you so much power and confidence to march on.

Do you ever think about how fucking deep the actual plot/setting of Flapjack is I mean it’s a show about an old man named K'Nuckles who is an alcoholic poverty-stricken homeless disabled man who’s helping a whale raise an orphan child who was the soul survivor in a ship wreck years ago, and that child is also extremely poverty stricken but still see’s everything that is beautiful in the world and loves everyone and won’t ever give up on anything and always believes in the good of people despite being the butt-end of literally every single joke made by the upper and middle classes and loves his family with all his heart even though he gets made fun of on the daily for having a family of freaks while they’re all living in an old run down shipping harbor community in the mid 1800s where it’s canon that most of the characters don’t even know how to read like for real if you don’t think that’s heavy as fuck I don’t wanna hear it 

Alya slaying for her best friend.

Alya knew something was off with Adrien. Unlike Marinette, who only ever saw him with rose colored glasses, Alya could see him clearly. Alya could see how, over the last few months, Adrien kept on getting more and more distracted in class. He kept on doodling in his notebook, and got this sort of glazed look in his eye at odd times. The same glazed look Marinette got whenever anyone mentioned Adrien. Wait, did Adrien have a crush on someone? Who? She had to find out. Either it was Marinette and they could live happily ever after or it wasn’t and she could start getting over him. 

Still, she had no idea where to start. How do you get someone to admit to something without them noticing or stopping you? She was drawing blanks, but then, after a late night rewatching of Legally Blond, inspiration struck. The next day, she talked to her teacher and they agreed to do a fake court as a study in the judicial system. The scenario was that Marinette was accused of stealing something from Chloe’s shop. Alya and Nino were defending Marinette, and Sabrina was defending Chloe. Alya asked Adrien to act as a character witness and he agreed, though Alya had a different idea in mind. 

“First, a few preliminary, standard questions. Relax.” Alya started, walking towards Adrien. “You have known the defendant?”

“A year,” He said, almost automatically.

“And your name is?”


“And the name of the defendant is?”


“And the name of your crush is?”


The entire class went silent. Even the people at the back who are constantly passing notes and giggling between themselves were silent and looking intensely at Adrien. Adrien was the object of every girl’s affection. He was perfect and the fact that he would have a crush on someone and not date them was inconceivable. 

“Do we really have to continue this line of questioning?” Adrien asked

“No, we don’t,” Alya said, realizing how cruel she was being to Adrien. “That’s all we need from you, Adrien. If you would like, we could call a different character witness.”

“I would like that very much,” said Adrien, stepping down from the witness stand. 

He made his way to the back of the class. Alya felt sorry for him, he had already been humiliated enough, but knew she did the right thing. Marinette would now know that chasing Adrien was a daydream, impossible. He was taken. She expected Marinette to be unhappy and frowning. Instead, she was just shocked. Then, she cracked a smile. Alya couldn’t believe it, but there was her freind, realizing the love of her life loved someone else, and she was smiling. She even let out a surprised laugh. Alya wanted to pull her friend aside and interrogate her, but the trial was still on. She called up Nathaneal as the next witness. She only had time for a quick “What’s with you?” Before going back to the trial.

LMAO one of my students went the fuck OFF about OUaT in class today! For like, the entire 2 hours she kept coming back to the subject. She’s ten years old, she and I have never discussed this before, and she’s the one who brought it up. Some direct quotes:

“Hook and Emma got engaged. Why did they have to get engaged?”

“Emma cries about him a lot. And they’re always together. Like in every scene they’re always together. It’s annoying!”

“Probably my least favorite character now is Emma. She used to be my favorite before she started dating Hook.”

“Once Upon a Time isn’t really Once Upon a Time anymore. It’s ‘The Emma and Hook Falling in Love Story.’ Everything is just about them.”

I shit you not. I didn’t prompt her one bit, I simply replied and agreed!

She said more that I can’t remember explicitly but this kid does NOT like Hook and CS. And she knew the ship name and random trivia which surprised me. She said something to the effect of “Emma stopped caring about everyone else besides Hook” but I can’t remember her exact words.

She also thinks the writers are cruel to Regina. She thought Robin Hood was boring but she felt bad for Regina that he died. She thinks fake Robin and the EQ are a weird match visually lol.

God I wish I could remember her whole list of grievances! I would try to steer us back to doing art and we’d be painting and then she’d start up again with “I also didn’t like it how blah blah blah.”

She thought Ingrid was cool but didn’t like that they did Frozen.

She felt that given Regina’s personality and style as the EQ she should have been more glamorous (as opposed to sensible pantsuits) in Storybrooke

She didn’t like the way they wrote or cast Ariel

She felt bad that Mulan is always a third wheel and was mad she never really got her own arc (student is half Chinese btw)

Dammit that’s all I can remember right now lol. She said she quit watching a while ago but still keeps up with what’s happening which I thought was hilarious because same.

Anyway she gave me hope that the kids watching this aren’t buying the bullshit the way the teens and tweens do. I told her I was proud of her and to keep thinking for herself!


a lil traditional bnha sketch dump!! cause i haven’t drawn anything for season 2 yet but i actually fucking adore it ok i promise. i am just,,, not good at drawing these characters. but i think i figured some stuff i was having trouble with out in these! so im pretty proud of em! also i practiced a new shading technique!! and i rlly rlly like it! its rlly nice!