POOHEAD189

Post a random fact about yourself.

Wrote nearly 2,000 words over the last two days. Just a few more days until this short story is done.

Blades of the Blood Coast

I don't...I don't think that's a saw

Blades of the Blood Coast

Mfw you bring a rock to a stick fight

Deify

Goddess of Elder Scrolls

Blades of the Blood Coast

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Thanks! Sorry if that seemed rather deflated. The past two weeks have been insane with work. I work in the medical field and the sudden spike in Covid cases has... uh... not been great. So, my brain is like a lukewarm mush. I pulled myself together enough to re-read and formulate the half-assed plan you see before you now.

I have next week off. So hopefully, my brain will work better and the plans will be more whole-assed.

@psych0pomp

It was a good excuse for me to be fashionably late to your RP too so I've got no room to criticize lel. Hang in there btw, and thanks for the timely post!

Tips for writing POC, LGBT+, and other minority characters in RP

Men, women, black, white, we're all people.

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To add onto that, I've noticed a lot of women writing men have a trend of giving male characters wild sexual histories including lots of past partners and one-night stands. It's not like your character can't be a playboy (and there are definitely good settings for that kind of thing), but virgins and guys who prefer monogamous, longterm relationships exist too so it doesn't make them less realistic or less masculine to have those kinds of backstories. I know plenty who don't have raging sex drives and want to connect emotionally with a partner in order to have a physical relationship!

@Dagger

Interesting. I don't know if I've noticed that but its good to take note of. On the flip side, men do make a lot of women less than experienced which frankly, is just stupid. Of course it can be written well, but I never understood the 'purity' trope as a prerequisite for a goodly woman protag.

Tips for writing POC, LGBT+, and other minority characters in RP

If I were to give advice, I'd say we're all just people. We might have cultural differences and our formative years might affect a few things, but we all have wants, needs, ideas. RR is right, effort does play a part in it. I don't tend to RP as women, but I do write from a woman's perspective a lot in my original writing and its pretty much the same as writing from a man's perspective because I have their motivations and backstory plotted out. I'd say there are a few harmful tropes I tend to notice you might should watch out for when it comes to men writing women and women writing men.

Men often write women as sexual objects, but they also tend to make women helpless and complain-y. 'Men writing women' is a good subreddit to google. On the flip side, women tend to make men controlling, dramatic, and incompetent. There's about 8,000 YA novels with a male protag who gets angry with no provocation haha.

I'd say if you avoid those tropes, you're writing people more realistically than 80% of published authors. And even if we go back to race and culture, at the end of the day as long as you do a bit of research it won't be too difficult to get right if you put in the effort.

Now trying to write for Eldritch Abominations from the deepest reaches of the universe is a different animal... but that is not for idle chat.

The Black of Night - Urban Shadows

@Penny
Whats your character hoping to get from Barliman?
Whats your characters beef with the Ordo?

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And if I get to choose what she asks me: What does my character worry might happen?

The Black of Night - Urban Shadows

Caber was simply glad Barliman and his lady friend, who he still did not know anything about, had made it out in one piece. Caber had a small bit of a scuffle on him, but it was nothing to fret over. What he did fret over was the fact that this woman suddenly blasted this man's ears and chest cavity out like an explosion, veins flying out with flesh like noodles! Barliman might be horrified, but Caber crossed his arms and tapped his foot, examining her from head to toe.

"Who exactly are you?" He asked her, and he watched how she move, trying to see what exactly her motivations were for helping them, and if she was perhaps a fabled banshee.

Hider

Figure Someone Out. Rolled a 7

Tricksters and Theives: A Warhammer RP

The next day...

Outside of Nuln, the place was called the richest, more cultured city in the Empire by man. Those who lived there, however, knew just how degenerate and dangerous it could be. Knife fights in the alleyways, merchants squeezing someone for every penny they're worth, and suspicious authorities arresting anything they might deem heretical or even in bad taste. There were very few times when the streets were entirely safe and the city came together with little fear of grievances or reprisals. It just so happened, Black Powder Week was just such a time.

As the sun lifted again to awaken the world, the clouds still covered the horizon and made sure to keep the city under sunless gloom. Despite that fact, even from the tower Neil and Emmaline could feel the energy in the air. Thru traffic on the island across the two bridges was bustling as boats began to flood the Reik, large yachts to smaller dingies floating along the ever flowing river. The two would-be gold thieves ate a small breakfast, not taking too long to sit down and chat. They had found two cloaks in a room upstairs and a few workman's clothes. Impressively Emmaline had scrounged up some breeches and a top that fit her snugly, and she surprised him with a couple of boots they could wear.

"You're a lifesaver," he said, slipping on the boots , half a banana in his mouth like a dog and its toy. Swiftly he devoured the rest of it and over the next hour they snuck out of the tower where no one could see them, idly stepping out of the untended bushes as a cast clip clopped past them. They simply looked like two off-duty masons or laborers. One or two glanced Emmaline's way, but no one stopped them or even muttered to someone else as they passed.

Eventually they made it to the little skiff, Emmaline hopping in and Neil sliding the boat in and leaping on, making short work for the first few hundred yards rowing. Soon they were passing through a piece of the river that had at least thirty smaller boats and three larger ones, likely owned by members of the merchant's council. There didn't seem to be any indicator on where they were going as the water lapped at the edges of their small dingy, but Neil treated it like a railway, knowing just where to go. At his feet was a small grappling hook attached to a thick, sturdy length of rope.

"Ok so, this should be pretty simple. We climb up the rope, grab what we can and get out. Even a handful of gold is a good haul." He reminded her. "If we run into any guards, you try and distract them while I grab what I can."

"Albrecht always made me the distraction," she remarked without much enthusiasm.

"It's not by choice, do you really think I would make as good of a distraction?" He asked.

She shook her head, thoughtful. "No, I guess not..." Emmaline admitted.

"Yeah exa-..." Neil began, but halted and pointed at his face, offended. "Hey, I'm good looking!"