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I want to see Greek gods in the modern era.

I want to see Zeus in a tailored suit and shaggy beard, a walking disparity of the loud, brash, post-graduate frat boy variety who can’t pass a woman on the street without catcalls, who has more one-night stands than he could possibly keep in his head, for whom adultery comes as naturally as the weather he predicts on the Channel 4 News—with startlingly accuracy, and an endless wealth of charisma.

I want to see Hera walking tall, six-inch heels and not a wrinkle in her skirt, knowing her boyfriend is cheating, and knowing with equal certainty that she is better, stronger, fiercer than he will ever be, a wedding planner with an eye of steel, spotting vulnerability, slicing it open, teaching every woman who crosses her path to value themselves over any mistake made in the name of men and love.

I want to see Poseidon in Olympic prime, a gym rat who skives off class to shatter backstroke records, who spends his summers lifeguarding at the city pool, who keeps an ever-expanding aquarium in his bedroom and coaxes all the pretty girls up to visit his fish, his charm as impressive as the earth-rending temper he generally uses to fuel his competitive nature.

I want to see Hades, big, hulking, quieter than his brothers would ever think to be, who dresses in neat dark clothes, and polishes his boots, and spends more time reading than fighting, who debates eventuality and ethics, who stoically reminds everyone how enormous, how terrifying, how inescapable a thing like silent inevitability can be.

I want to see Hermes in a beanie, with watercolor splashes of tattoo crawling up his arms and holes in his Chucks, a bike messenger with no helmet, no regard for the rules of the road, all cataclysmic laughter, lock-pick tricks passed along to every kid who thinks to ask, thumbing through his iPhone without a care in the world.

I want to see Athena with reading glasses pushed high on her head, six books in her bag and a switchblade in her back pocket, her clothing as neatly ordered as her mind is feverish, brilliance and temper clashing and blending, doing her best to look dignified—even when her brain chemistry rockets ahead of her well-intentioned plans.

I want to see Apollo splattered with acrylics, board shorts and Monster headphones and a beautiful classic car, busking on street corners, not because he has no choice, but because the sunlight catching on a sticker-patterned acoustic is summer incarnate, because music is blood, because the act of creation is the ultimate in sublime.

I want to see Artemis in ripped jeans and haphazard topknot, star of the soccer team, the track team, the archery team, who rides a motorcycle, and keeps a tribe of girls around her at all times, and does not care for men, for expectation, for anything but volunteer hours down at the local animal shelter and falling asleep under the stars.

I want to see Aphrodite in sundress and scarf, homemade jewelry and lavish amounts of bright red lipstick, who is excellent at public speaking, at theater auditions, at soothing bruised egos and sparking epic fights, who kisses as easily as she breathes and scrawls poetry onto bathroom stalls.

I want to see Ares all but living in the boxing ring, cutoff shirts and sweats, red-faced under a crew cut as he punches, punches, punches until the noise in his head dims, a warrior with no war, all crude jokes and blind fury, totally incapable of understanding what it is to sit, think, plan before running screaming into the fray.

I want to see Demeter with the best garden you’ve seen in your life, with a lawn care business she runs out of her garage, a teenage prodigy grown into a joint-custody single mother, who teaches her carefree daughter all she knows while scaring off the hopeful neighborhood boys with the pet python draped across her shoulders.

I want to see Dionysus with a joint in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other, baggy hoodies and three-week-old jeans, who brews his own beer in his basement and greets all visitors with a fresh pack of Oreos and half-stoned theories of the universe, of birth and death and partying mid-week, because why not, man?

I want to see Hephaestus with a workshop taking up the majority of his house, whose kitchen is overrun with blowtorches, whose bathrooms are home to all manner of hodge-podge invention, who walks with a cane and forgets his laundry for weeks at a time, and strings together the most beautiful steampunk costumes at any convention at the drop of a hat.

I want to see wood nymphs fighting against climate change, waving their signs and pushing for scientific progress. I want to see epic heroes sitting down to Magic: The Gathering tournaments, poker brawls, Call of Duty all-nighters with beer and snapbacks. I want to see Medusa working a women’s shelter, want to see Achilles training for deployment, want to see Prometheus serving endless community service stints for what he calls providing necessary welfare with stolen goods.

Give me modern mythology. I could play for hours in that sandbox.

anonymous asked:

(1) Hi Viria, I hope you are well :) I am sorry to bother you with this, but it's really important for me, and I wanted to share it with you. It'll be long and kinda sad at first, but it gets better, trust me. I'm a 23 y/o latina art student. When I was a baby, my mom left my dad and remarried, and my little sister was born when I was 10. She is the light of my life and I love her to no end. Our mom, however, had had and undiagnosed and untreated mental illness for years, and one day

(2) during a severe crisis she hurt us really bad. I was 12. She was taken away to a psychiatric hospital and Child Services prohibited her from ever getting near us again. Since then, I have been taking care of my little sister and practically raised her while my stepdad worked 2-3 shifts to afford our education and payment for my mom’s hospital, living and meds. He was always working and I took full responsibility for my sis. As you can imagine, even though I loved her with my life, 

 (3) the situation was very stressful and exhausting for me. By the time I was 15, I looked every bit a teen mom. One particularly hard night when my little sis had been crying about mom, I couldn’t sleep. So I turned to something that calmed me: the Harry Potter books. I read them online, and somehow ended up searching for HP fanart. That was the night I stumbled upon your DA account. And boy, did I love it! I know back in 2011 your skills weren’t what they are now,

(4) but I was blown away, and what’s more, I felt inspired to draw. I had never tried to make any art before; it wasn’t “my thing”. But that night, you inspired me. As time went by I kept drawing and closely followed your improvements. Your art was so relaxing, calming, and inspiring, that it really helped me during hard times. You kinda dragged me into all the cool fandoms, series and animes, and I found life to be far more bearable with so many awesome things to love and think about.

(5) Your DA and Tumblr were some sort of safe sapce for me. It always cheered me up and gave me joy, peace, inspiration. When the time came, I choose to study Art at college. It turned out you did too, and you kept up all the good stuff in your blogs. Weirdly enough, I kept feeling a sense of pride whenever you improved and got better. I was so strange that you were so so far away and didn’t even know I existed but you helped me so much.

(6) I got accepted at my country’s top University to study Fine Arts; I moved cities and took my sister with me; she grew into a wonderful, sensible, peaceful child, and her presence motivated me to be the best version of myself, while your art motivated me to keep expanding my academic/artistic abilities. Life was hard but good at college, and I had incredible opportunities. I am graduating this spring with an advanced studies specialization, and was recently hired to work at

(7) of a movie. It’s like living a dream. And tonight, just a couple hours ago, the most incredible thing happened. After dinner, my little sis came to me, phone in hand, and said “Hey Ana, you won’t believe what I found. There’s this girl who makes amazing art of all the fandoms you’re in. Her drawings are gorgeous and she has so many!”. She showed me your tumblr. I wanted to laugh and cry. She was amazed when she saw your old drawings and your current ones; speechless.

(8) She fell in love, and you know what? Immediatly after, she went to draw. She’s been doing so the past hours. I know this was offensively long, but Viria, I needed to thank you for what you did. Your art has always been SO much more than just digital drawings of fictional characters. It’s been the source of peace, safety and joy that so many of us crave. You have wonderfully impacted and influenced many people across the world with everything you make.

(9) I am so glad you exist and do what you do; you gave me the hobby that grew into my passion, thaught me so much, inspired me beyond belief and most of all, you helped make life more bearable. And now, you have made the same for my sister. Viria, the world wouldn’t be the same without you. You are truly a magnificent light among us, and for your existence and passion I’ll be forever grateful. Thank you, and may you always live the beautiful, happy, awesome life you deserve. Thank you.

I’m not even kidding I was sitting here peacefully chewing sandwich and by the end of these messages the sandwich was too salty so was my cappuccino I swear you got me to tears and now i’m just like

I’m a shaking emotional leaf but thank you so much for writing me! It means so much and i’m so touched and i just wish you and your sister all the best of luck, though it seems like you don’t really need it. Thank you, and I hope life goes wonderfully for you and your family! 


                                          For the Glory of ManKind.

‘Kay, so I definitely have a NieR; Automata problem. Y’all better take away my tablet or my game—’cause my hands keep on slipping into different worlds. Fun worlds. Detailed worlds! Like really look at it, because it’s more detailed than what I did for Prompto! I love the difference between his YoRHa look and his Resistance look. I’m pleased and want to keep going and expanding this AU…even though I have like a billion AU’s and worlds! Either way, Enjoy!

NieR: Prompto 

The Secret of Success

Why are some people so successful in life? What is the secret behind their success? Research indicates that there are ten common traits that appear to contribute to a person’s success:

1. Pay attention to your thoughts as they determine your future: Always be positive and develop a “can do” mind set. Steer clear of negative people who would seek to undermine your commitment to your goals. Focus on success, and not on failure.

2. Be concrete and specific when you dream and set goals: Write down the steps that will lead you there, then track your progress and make changes if needed.

3. Take action: Goals are just words until you actually do something. Every day take a step that moves you in the right direction.

4. Be a life-long learner: Get more training, take a class and acquire news skills. Keep reading widely to expand your knowledge base.

5. Be tenacious, persistent and don’t give up:Hard work is behind every winner’s success.

6. Process the facts and the details:Get information and feedback. Notice what works and what doesn’t.

7. Stay focused: Don’t be distracted by people or things. Prioritise your time and stay focused on your goals.

8. Be innovative and creative: Following the crowd doesn’t take you very far. Don’t be afraid to try something new and give yourself permission to think outside the box.

9. Develop and practise good people skills: To be effective, we need to learn what motivates and brings the best out of others. Also, we need to deal with people in a way that is respectful, open, firm and fair.

10. Be responsible, reliable and dependable: Your word must be your bond, you must do what you say,and follow through on your commitments to others. If this block is not in place, then nothing else will matter!

Omgcp Fic Idea #13

Jack runs a Dungeons and Dragons campaign, and the crew are the players. During the time Jack doesn’t realise he has a crush on Bitty, he’s (a little unfairly) lenient when it comes to the other man. When Shitty brings this up, Jack says simply that Bitty is new to the game and deserves some slack.

When Jack does realise the crush, he is hopeless at flirting with Bitty. So what does he do? He flirts in the game ‘cause DnD is the second thing he’s best at. Every non player character that comes up always has a line for Bitty’s character. 'It would be my pleasure to help you all. Maybe I can help someone more than the others (clearly directed at Bits’ character). I can offer you all a meal but hopefully I can satisfy that ones’ appetite even more’
(Maybe Jack wouldn’t say something so forthright but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ )

And when Bitty (in character) flirts back, the other boys share looks with each other and wonder what is actually role playing and what is real.

When our boys are finally together, it is so bad. 'Why does Bitty get a discount on the healing potions, brah? I rolled a 14 on my persuasion!’
'Oh, so it’s okay when HE rolls to seduce the guard but when I try to seduce an enchanted DOOR it’s like-’

The hell is real. So. Many. Heart. Eyes.

And many fines.

Anti: I made him so hes MINE. Back off, Dark!
Dark: You absolute petulant child. He’s not some toy that you can just claim for your own and play with until you break, He is a real living being. He doesn’t belong in your custody just because you decide it.
Anti: Oh sure, youre only saying that because you want your little “boy toy” all to yourself. Well if you want him, EVEN BETTER, I get to take something from you, ya fuckin asshole! I’ve got him and you can’t have him!
Uh guys? Am I wanted now???? Do I get a say in this???
Both: Shut up, Crank.

(you can delete my extra story development from this point if you like!)

I don’t know if I mentioned it yet, but Anti was the one who did the botched spell to create him. He wanted some backup to help him kill Dark for getting him stuck with Jack. But very quickly after making CC, he realized that this frail little thing wasn’t going to help him do anything. But its also starting to piss him off that CC and Dark seem to get along so swimmingly. (”I MADE YOU TO HURT HIM NOT PLAY KISSIE KISSIE” ) and Anti is also a bit jealous like “Fuck you, Dark, Im stuck in Jack because of you and you’re a complete dickbag to me but you’re all pleasant and lovely with my junkpile” “thats because he is delightful and kind and you are nothing but a constant thorn in my side. Maybe If you weren’t such a “complete dickbag” yourself, I might consider my manners.” 
But Anti doesn’t HATE CC, just has a lot of negative feelings because of his relation to Dark. ouo I have a terrible comic planned to get a little further with CC’s and Anti’s relationship. 

KJ Apa’s ugly untalented fat-shaming sexist ass gets to stay on Riverdale meanwhile Ross Butler’s Reggie Mantle is being recast because 13 Reasons Why got a season 2 even though 13 Reasons Why is straight up garbage and Ross is better looking, more talented, and all around a better person than KJ could ever hope to be

Imagine giving Jumin your heart, soul, and pure devotion. You changed your life just so it can be easier for him to manage a relationship and his ever growing company. But what if, what if the company keeps expanding and that makes Jumin more and more busy but you don’t mind because you support him 100%. However, it doesn’t dismisses the fact that you get lonely and guess who else is lonely. Saeran. Saeran Choi. You spend a lot of time with the Choi twins because they keep you company and with an added bonus, you help Saeran become a functionally member of society. This goes on for 2 ½ years. Jumin comes home late hours of the night and he comes home to find his bed empty. You thought he wouldn’t mind because you go to sleep and wake up to an empty bed. He doesn’t even notice that you been sleeping over with the Choi twins for 2 months because you felt lonely and scared. He looks around the penthouse and he notices that Elizabeth 3rd and your personal guard has been absent. He goes crazy and he goes to every RFA members house leaving Choi twins for last. He barged in the secret coded door and he walked in looking for you and Saeyoung tries to stop him from going into his brothers bedroom. Jumin pushes away Saeyoung and when he enters the door he sees you arms wrapped around Saerans and Saerans arms wrapped around you and Elizabeth 3rd. He was quick to assume you were cheating on him but that was a false assumption. You were helping Saeran out with one of his episodes. He got Saeran and dragged him by his shirt away from you. A huge scandal was formed. You went back to the penthouse with your lover and explained to him the situation however, it didn’t help. In the back of his mind he was getting images of you and Saeran fucking. 4 months has passed and there was still tension between you and Jumin. You felt bad and yoj decided to surprise him at work, only to find out he wasn’t in his office. The other assistants were snickering behind your back and you were trying to figure out why you were the center of attention. When you were about to leave the building a new assistant stopped you and told you that Jumin is cheating on you with a blonde woman. In matter of fact, a blonde woman with green eyes. You refused to believe her accusations thinking you know Jumin would never do that to you. He come home late that night and you told him that there were rumors going around. He dismissed them with a chuckle. 3 months later you decided to do another surprise visit and you notice the top floor to the elevator was locked and you were asking around why. The assistant that you met three months back told you to call someone you trusted before she would unlock the elevator to the top floor, to your boyfriends executive floor. You called Saeran and he came quickly wondering why you had a hint of worry in your voice. When the assistant saw that you had a loved one with you just unlocked the elevator and you went on your merry way with Saeran. The ding of the elevator spread throughout your body but then your heard a hint of moaning. You and Saeran walked in and thru the blinds both of you was seeing him fucking a blonde woman. You and Saeran sat down on top of Jaehees desk. You two were hearing how Jumins cock was pounding inside the other woman. The both of you heard them fucking for 1 hour and 3 mins. You laughed and then Saeran was ready to kill Jumin but you told him not to. Jumin later went to investigate why he heard laughter knowing he told everyone to leave his floor. He unlocked the door to see you and Saeran sitting down. You waited a moment to see who the women was but she didn’t have the balls to come out. You walked towards him and kicked his balls and slapped him. The other woman came out and you couldn’t believe your eyes. It was - …… :)

If you are thinking : ‘What a simple question, I know the answer to that! It is used to control the temperature on my refrigerator’

You are absolutely right ! In fact most people I have asked this question seem to know thus far. But how does turning a knob control the temperature ?

The refrigeration cycle

The fridge works in a rather simple way:

Refrigerant (liq) takes up heat from the object you want to cool

Changes state from liquid to gas

Compressor pressurizes fluid, heating it up. ( Why ? for better heat exchange )

This hot gas meets the cool gas outside, changing state back to liquid

Further de-pressurizes as it heads back


The thermostat switch

If the temperature inside the fridge goes up, the compressor must be turned on to circulate the refrigerant.

Here’s the crux of the post :

That knob determines when the compressor is to be turned on !

That knob is coupled to a screw type mechanism which lowers or moves up as it is rotated.

A bellow ( like a balloon ) keeps expanding as the temperature inside the fridge increases until it hits the arm and flicks the thermostat;

Compressor : ON ;

Refrigeration cycle : START

That’s the story of that mysterious knob that had baffled me for quite some time.

Have a great day!

  • Wright: Hey Edgeworth, you should really drop the 'edge' part in your name
  • Edgeworth: Wright, what are you going on a--
  • Wright: Because there's no edge to the amount of worth you have.

Hey everyone! I’m excited to announce this 30 day challenge I’m hosting! Welcome to #BuildYourVocab!

The Goal:

To expand your vocabulary (or to put those 1000s word lists you’re memorizing into easier categories!)

The Structure:

Day 1: Translate the entire list (2-30) into your target language

Days 2-30: Create a short vocab list based on the topic for that day

For example: Day 3: Accommodation: (1) Hotel (2) Hostel (3) Motel

Note: The words you choose for your sub-vocab lists do not have to relate to the monthly topic, only to the daily theme. 

For an extra challenge, also provide a sample sentence for each vocab word you list!

I suggest keeping your expanding vocab lists short so that you don’t run out of words. You can repeat words of course, but you are the one who determines how challenging you want this challenge to be.


These are the tags I will follow for this challenge:

  • #BuildYourVocab
  • #BuildYourVocabJune
  • #BYVJune

If you have any other questions, don’t hesitate to contact or tag me, @nihowdy​!

I can see myself falling for you. Not like roses and balloons and boxes of chocolate, not even the nervous tummy lurches or anticipation before the kiss or the prospect of moving in together and growing old. When I think of you, I think of an endless want. A gaping hole if you will, one that cannot be patched just by knowing that there is an end game, that we’re headed somewhere, that I won’t be alone. I can see myself lying in bed, watching the light bounce off your skin and feeling jealous that I’ll never have the same connection the sun has with you. I don’t think I can take love for what it is, what people have always told us it had to be; not to say that there is a void, but for me, love is a growing vacancy, one that keeps expanding whenever you give me another reason to crave everything that you are. I can see myself falling for you. Each day, I grow fonder and every time I do, you show me there is more to love. And like a black hole that doesn’t know what’s good for it, I grow and grow until I am both everything and nothing and you are at the center of it all.
—  Insatiable 

anonymous asked:

I love you guys and this show so much I hope it never loses the momentum it has now and I hope there are a million season (or at least enough to wrap the story up) 😍

Thank you so much! We hope the series lasts as long as it can. A little bird told us there’s enough for six seasons, so with your constant support, the Quantic Universe can keep expanding past seasons 2 and 3!

Becky blinked twice, leaned in a little, and focused. She could do this, she knew she could do this.

The screen wasn’t showing… anything, really. Or maybe it was. It was black, but a deep, inky black that almost seemed to ripple. Like faint light on an oil slick. Like a close-up view of a massive, sinuous creature sliding past.

There was a message in the darkness, Becky knew, and she had to find it.

If she could find it, she could save Julia. Her friend had been acting so strange lately - skipping classes, quitting her job, isolating herself from her friends. When Becky finally barged into Julia’s apartment, Julia hadn’t been there. Looked like she hadn’t been home in days.

So Becky tracked down the guy Julia’d been seeing. The one she’d met online, the one she’d talked about incessantly before suddenly vanishing. Becky went to his house - a shockingly palatial place, overlooking the ocean.

And he’d been there, and he’d invited Becky in, and he’d been charming and hospitable, and he’d given her a glass of wine…

And after that, things were blurry. He’d explained things, but Becky had found it hard to follow. Julia was there, somewhere. He’d done something to her. But he was willing to let her go - let them both go - if Becky could prove her mettle.

So he sat her down in front of the screen and told her to find the message hidden there.

She’d been sitting there now for a while. A few minutes, at least. Maybe a couple of hours. Possibly more than a day or two. It was hard to keep track, when the silky black darkness took up everything she could see. She blocked out everything else - she needed to watch it, needed to look ever deeper.

A voice, a man’s voice. Coming from somewhere next to her. She didn’t listen, didn’t pay attention. Had to watch the screen.

Someone took her hand. Becky let them lift it from her lap. It wasn’t important. She had to focus, stay focused on the screen, the darkness like ten thousand starless night skies laid over one another.

Something was pressed into her hand. Or her hand was pressed against something. She couldn’t tell. Whatever it was, it was warm, and firm, and familiar. Her hand wrapped around it, instinctively, and slowly slid up it. Then down. 

Up, and down, and up, Becky stroked. She didn’t think about it. It was an automatic reaction. As natural and involuntary as pupils dilating and constricting in response to light.

Becky imagined how her own pupils must look, staring into the darkness. Wide, wide, so wide and so dark. She imagined the blackness of the screen shimmering in her own eyes, and she shivered.

Just then, as her hand pumped mindlessly, a word flashed. On the screen, on her eyes, on her mind. It was less like words appearing on the screen, and more like the surface shifted, the notion embossing itself across her awareness.


“Obey,” Becky breathed through parted lips. Had she done it? Had she discovered the message?

“Very good,” a voice said next to her. “You’ve found one of the words.”

One of? Were there more? Becky kept staring, kept stroking. She felt the shape of the word she now carried in her mind, rising, expanding.

“Keep looking,” the voice said. The thing her hand twitched, throbbed. “There’s more to find. Plunge deeper.”

Becky opened her eyes wider, letting the blackness pour in. Plunge deeper, she thought. Obey, she thought. She let the screen fill her vision. She let it fill her mind. She let it fill her. She waited for the next part of the message.

5 Writing Tips for Roleplayers

I wrote this up on a blog of mine that’s currently inactive in response to a meme, and I felt like sharing it here, too! These are tips I keep in mind regularly and feel they really work for me, while I occasionally notice sometimes people haven’t quite grasped the concepts and may be interested in doing so. In no way is anyone roleplaying incorrectly, but these are just ways to make the experience perhaps more enjoyable for you and those you interact with!

1 Be aware of whether or not you’re actually giving your partner something to respond to. Upon finishing a para or multi-para reply, check if your reply has at least two of these three things: dialogue, action (aside from speaking), or imagery describing the scene or your character’s appearance. This should give your partner a substantial amount of material to base their reply off of. They can have their character speak back to yours, react to the action, or react to/build on the imagery! All three are great, but not always necessary. This tip also may not always apply depending on the kind of interaction you’re having, but in your typical para they will be what keeps the story moving. Note: Your character’s inner thoughts are a fourth element to add in a reply, and while it’s important and interesting to read, keep in mind that sometimes it’s not easy to base a response off of.

2 Another tip for giving your partner something to respond to when it comes to one-liners or dialogue in general is to avoid saying single statements pertaining to one idea. By this I mean something like, “That’s cool” or, “I wish I could do that.” Instead say something like, “That’s cool. Where did you learn to do that?” or, “I wish I could do that, but I don’t have anyone to teach me.” Adding a question of course never fails to give your partner something to respond to (and therefore can even be written by itself as it’s not a statement). Making a compound statement or more than one statement on a subject essentially gives people two things to work with, and responding to it will feel less restricting. For example: Instead of your partner saying “You never know until you try” to the simple statement (creating another boring statement), by adding to yours you could invite them to say something like, “You never know until you try. I could teach you!” Now there’s something you can easily respond back to!

3 If you’re anything like me and prefer replies to stay concise so that things move along more quickly, avoid multiple lines of dialogue pertaining to many different ideas and avoid having more than one goal to obtain through action. This is something that happens a lot, and even the most experienced roleplayers do it unintentionally. I am still guilty of it myself. We all go a little overboard sometimes, and you will notice that once someone goes overboard the replies have a tendency to keep expanding. Even if more is happening at once, the story tends to drag. This can be a problem because it’s one of the main reasons we will get bored of a thread, or feel too overwhelmed by it, or both. Try to restrain yourself by finishing the reply after you have responded to the one or two things your partner has given you. Instead of focusing on matching word count, focus on matching ideas. Feel like it’s still not enough? Throw in some imagery or insight to your character’s thoughts.

4 When writing a starter for an interaction with a character yours has yet to interact with, this should be a given, but read everything the mun has provided about that character. If it’s a canon character and particularly if it’s one you’re not as familiar with, go beyond that and look them up on a fandom wiki, just make sure to recognize where the character may be canon divergent if they’re supposed to be. As you do this, pick out ways this character may relate to your character. Do they have similar or conflicting interests? Are they from the same place or been to the same places? Is there something about them your character finds impressive or something that bothers them? Is your character’s personality one that might clash with theirs? Once you’ve got answers to any of these questions, have your starter comment on or insinuate something you’ve discovered. This gives something for your characters to discuss and jumpstarts the creation of a story to share, which is especially important if it’s their first meeting as those threads are always in danger of feeling redundant and flat from the start.

5 Find your character’s voice (a.k.a. their way of speaking). As you write their dialogue, ask yourself questions like these: Where/when did they grow up and how did people (of their social class) speak there? What kind of accent do they have? What slang do they use? Do they avoid using contractions? Do they use foul language and how often? Are they articulate with a wide vocabulary? Do they keep things short or are they prone to run-on sentences and long-windedness? Do they have a speech impediment? Are exclamations (!) common for them or do they speak more calmly? Do they address people with pet names/nicknames? And a bonus: If texting/typing applies to them, do they use correct grammar, capitalization, acronyms, emojis, etc? Finding your character’s voice is key if you really want to get to know them and it’s also one good way to be sure you’ve created a solid character. You may feel it comes naturally, but take note of it and make a conscious effort to keep it consistent. It also may evolve over time, but be aware of that, too!

So it was a dream about zombies, but it was intermissioned by a scientist that told me honey was good for you, but if you ate any just before you died the fat in your legs would keep expanding till they exploded. So zombies were crawling out of the ground and a few of their legs were exploding. Bees were then attracted to the honeyed flesh and upon contact with the bits they got Angry and turned into killer bees. So then everyone had to deal with zombies AND bees and it was not a fun time.