@whumpopology not sure if you've answered a question like this before but if you haven't I'm really curious about your main 3... And also the Villain's đ¤
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If you had to choose one event in your character's past that most influences who they are now, what would it be and why? How did this past event make them feel? How does it shape their actions?
Jirra's would have to be when she became a gladiator. She worked hard for it, because her alternatives were worse. When she finally got it she was proud, but looking back she knew she didn't think it through. She can see now that that choice led to her being who she is today, sure, but it led to her blood lust. She's a killer today because she was a gladiator then.
I kept trying to reply to your lovely comment on my writing but I can't figure it out! I just wanted to thank you so much for your kind words. It truly means a lot to me - your encouragement has gone a long way and I'm looking forward to writing some more :)
I can do nothing but stare as the world crumbles at my feet, flames swallowing buildings, tearing through the city as if it was made of paper, my stomach twisting painfully as I inhale more of the smoke. I can smell the distruction even from the hill Iâm standing on.
The hero falls to their knees beside me, watching everything theyâd ever fought for burn down to ashes.
âWhy did you did this?!â they scream through tears and sobs, horrified at the landscape before them. âYou monster! You disgusting creature!â
Their words would have hurt me, once. Not anymore. I glance at them, at their hands glinging to the dirt in anger, in despair, and feel not even an ounce of guilt, of regret.
âAll those people, you let them die!â
This is fake, isnât it?
No one died.
This isnât real.
This person kneeling on my right⌠theyâre just words on a screen, arenât they? Iâm too.
If the author tweaks the narration just a bit, suddenly weâre lying in a flower field.Â
Weâre rolling in the grass, laughing in our embrace, and weâre in love.
Weâre in a castle, in the middle of a storm, having a sword fight, and I have a blade to their neck.
Weâre in a highschool, glancing at each other from different tables, wishing we were sitting together.
Theyâve never been real. Theyâve always been an empty shell, a puppet for your stupid little games.
Is there a story where I donât hate their guts? One where I love them, and kiss them, a hold them close to myself? One where I get to be the hero? One where I get to be happy? Itâs always the two of us, over and over, isnât it? Now in this blog, now in another, but itâs us. Hero and Villain, Villain and Hero.
This- this is stupid. You canât answer me. Iâm not real. Iâll be gone as soon as you scroll past this. You have my whole life in your hands.
And still⌠I canât help but feel something for you, something weird, that I never thought I could feel.
I exist in your head. I have a body. A face. An outfit, a hairstyle, a gender, a voice, in your head.
You are everything to me. Iâm just one stupid character youâll forget about in then minutes, and youâre everything to me. Youâre the very reason I exist.
i think villains in general provide better, more epic romances because they're allowed to go to extremes. they're allowed to put their love over the greater good. they're allowed to be selfish. the best a hero can offer you is number two, because their duty comes first. villains, though. villains will burn down the world for a last kiss goodbye.