Missrosalyngrace:

Helpful to the max!!

Resources For Writing Sketchy Topics

Medicine

A Study In Physical Injury

Comas

Medical Facts And Tips For Your Writing Needs

Broken Bones

Burns

Unconsciousness & Head Trauma

Blood Loss

Stab Wounds

Pain & Shock

All About Mechanical Injuries (Injuries Caused By Violence)

Writing Specific Characters

Portraying a kleptomaniac.

Playing a character with cancer.

How to portray a power driven character.

Playing the manipulative character.

Portraying a character with borderline personality disorder.

Playing a character with Orthorexia Nervosa.

Writing a character who lost someone important.

Playing the bullies.

Portraying the drug dealer.

Playing a rebellious character.

How to portray a sociopath.

How to write characters with PTSD.

Playing characters with memory loss.

Playing a pyromaniac.

How to write a mute character.

How to write a character with an OCD.

How to play a stoner.

Playing a character with an eating disorder.

Portraying a character who is anti-social.

Portraying a character who is depressed.

How to portray someone with dyslexia.

How to portray a character with bipolar disorder.

Portraying a character with severe depression.

How to play a serial killer.

Writing insane characters.

Playing a character under the influence of marijuana.

Tips on writing a drug addict.

How to write a character with HPD.

Writing a character with Nymphomania.

Writing a character with schizophrenia.

Writing a character with Dissociative Identity Disorder.

Writing a character with depression.

Writing a character who suffers from night terrors.

Writing a character with paranoid personality disorder.

How to play a victim of rape.

How to play a mentally ill/insane character.

Writing a character who self-harms.

Writing a character who is high on amphetamines.

How to play the stalker.

How to portray a character high on cocaine.

Playing a character with ADHD.

How to play a sexual assault victim.

Writing a compulsive gambler.

Playing a character who is faking a disorder.

Playing a prisoner.

Portraying an emotionally detached character.

How to play a character with social anxiety.

Portraying a character who is high.

Portraying characters who have secrets.

Portraying a recovering alcoholic.

Portraying a sex addict.

How to play someone creepy.

Portraying sexually/emotionally abused characters.

Playing a character under the influence of drugs.

Playing a character who struggles with Bulimia.

Illegal Activity

Examining Mob Mentality

How Street Gangs Work

Domestic Abuse

Torture

Assault

Murder

Terrorism

Internet Fraud

Cyberwarfare

Computer Viruses

Corporate Crime

Political Corruption

Drug Trafficking

Human Trafficking

Sex Trafficking

Illegal Immigration

Contemporary Slavery 

Black Market Prices & Profits

AK-47 prices on the black market

Bribes

Computer Hackers and Online Fraud

Contract Killing

Exotic Animals

Fake Diplomas

Fake ID Cards, Passports and Other Identity Documents

Human Smuggling Fees

Human Traffickers Prices

Kidney and Organ Trafficking Prices

Prostitution Prices

Cocaine Prices

Ecstasy Pills Prices

Heroin Prices

Marijuana Prices

Meth Prices

Earnings From Illegal Jobs

Countries In Order Of Largest To Smallest Risk

Forensics

arson

Asphyxia

Blood Analysis

Book Review

Cause & Manner of Death

Chemistry/Physics

Computers/Cell Phones/Electronics

Cool & Odd-Mostly Odd

Corpse Identification

Corpse Location

Crime and Science Radio

crime lab

Crime Scene

Cults and Religions

DNA

Document Examination

Fingerprints/Patterned Evidence

Firearms Analysis

Forensic Anthropology

Forensic Art

Forensic Dentistry

Forensic History

Forensic Psychiatry

General Forensics

Guest Blogger

High Tech Forensics

Interesting Cases

Interesting Places

Interviews

Medical History

Medical Issues

Misc

Multiple Murderers

On This Day

Poisons & Drugs

Police Procedure

Q&A

serial killers

Space Program

Stupid Criminals

Theft

Time of Death

Toxicology

Trauma

peyton-keating:

nina-delarosa:

“Oh, wow. That is fresh,” She stared at her arm for a moment more, frustrated that she couldn’t make out the meaning of it. “What is it exactly?”

“Oh, my name?” She chuckled to herself, because it definitely didn’t fly over anyone’s head. She always forgets to mention her name. “My name’s Nina, what’s yours?”

“ Sorry to disappoint but that's a story for another day.” I lick my lips uncomfortably.

“Nina.. I never heard that one before. I’m Peyton, you from around here?” I wonder where she's from. she seems different.

Oh,shit.

The Colorful Stages of Bruises: What’s Going on in There?

I thought this would be useful to those of us whump folk who write. :)

missrosalyngrace:

A knock interrupts me from an episode of Veronica Mars. I push the pause button a little too aggressively and pad my way over to the door. I open the door, feeling conscious of my polka dot onesie and bunnie slippers. “Hello?” I ask timidly. I look up to see a slightly disheveled woman with dark cropped hair and wicked sleeve tattoos.. 

Oh. It’s my new neighbor.

“ Um uh hey...” I mumble.

Damn it, get it together. “ Is there any chance you got some batteries- and maybe even a lighter?!” I rush to get it out. Ugh I don’t like asking for help.

Knock, knock.

nina-delarosa:

She wasn’t exactly sure how to respond to that comment. Without the intention of ignoring her, she knelt beside her and went for the bag that had been tipped over with it’s contents on the verge of spewing out. She hesitated when she saw her sleeve tattoo. “Nice sleeve,”

Not wanting to be rude, I try to smile.

knowing I did a pretty poor job. “ uh thanks, they're pretty fresh.” nodding my head towards her. “You got any?”

Oh,shit.

That is fair. I like life. Life is good.

You need wings? I got you, flyman..flyboy. I’ll work on it. Send me the details. I’m firing up the engines as we speak. I’ll bring them safe and whole, Nik. That’s a promise.

But nah, no owing. Just say you’ll race me again sometime and we got a deal.

And congrats to all of you on the little one. Bet she’s a cutie.

Heard you may be in need of a pilot? Also in possible need of snacks? I come bearing both.

A lot of latter. Too much of the latter. Please take some. Give them to your boys too, yeah?

- @sgt-reaper

aye, talk to Nik.

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When the brain worms are worming, OC’s go through it.

Where Do The Wild Things Go?

December 31, 2021.

Sergeant Jane Doe. Due to your recent behavior. Involving the incident of Trident 994. Your file is being placed under review. We will contact you upon further investigation of said incident, which resulted in the loss of lives of your squadron. You will know our verdict within the month. Until then you’re not permitted to fly, and confined to base barracks. You’re grounded for the duration of this investigation.

Her fist slams into the the wall of her room, now prison. A feral snarl leaving her fresh stitched up-broken lips as her knuckles hit plaster. Her other hand crumples the correspondence letter between blanched fingers.

They clipped her wings. No. They tore them out. Clean political fingers dug deep into the bloody mess of her wings, blood she’d shed in their name. In their service. By the fistful, they pulled, and pulled, and pulled.

The throb of her knuckles, the drip of blood through broken gloves, is non-existent. Not even a steady throb. It wasn’t real.

“They can’t do this!” She rasps, voice trembling. This was all she had. Her use was here, in digging people out of the hell they’ve found themselves in. Grasping arms and pulling them up out of reach of death. Back to safety, back to home. It was not their time, not yet.

“They can’t fucking do this.” Her shoulders begin to shake, dusty near noir hair falling over her face, lungs heaving with an attempt at breath that would not come. Trident 994 was never supposed to happen. All those people. She could have saved them. She knew it, if they had listened.

They had not, and the mantle of death dove in. She did not come back out the same.

Why send her. The Reaper. The decider of those who got to see the ferrymen’s boat. If they did not want her to reap what they had sowed? They had molded her. Fresh and willing, so young.. so naive. Gave her the black cloak and pushed the scythe into her hands and sent her off to swing. They were trying to contain death.

Death could not be contained.

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Oh,shit.

“How long does it take for you to get up the stairs.” My friend Shawn mocks.     “As long as it takes you to do your hair. I’m trying to enjoy the peace before I meet my neighbors.” I retort. Gripping the railing I lug my suitcase up the stairs. “Ha.Ha. Very witty. Give yourself a medal, you ass.” I hear him huff out through the phone. “Thanks for noticing my awesome- WHA.” My body whacked into a surface. The next second I’m free falling and hit the ground.      “Oof” I look up to see I had hit the door at the top of the staircase and broke it open. “Yo, are you okay?” his panicky voice reaches me. “Just Bloody peachy.”  I pop the p.

THIS IS SO GREAT

Fjorester tropes

Battle Couple

Meet the In-Laws

Longing Look

Declaration of Protection

First Kiss/Underwater Kiss/Kiss of Life

Everyone Can See It/Oblivious To Love

Romantic False Lead

Green-Eyed Epiphany

Like An Old Married Couple

Love Hurts

Savvy Boy, Energetic Girl

Beneath The Mask

(all gifs belong to the wonderful @dinah-lance)

HOLY CRAP guys!

So someone on Reddit pointed this out, but the ENTIRE ARCHIVE of Talks Machina is accessible on YouTube right now through this playlist on the G&S YouTube channel.

For anyone who doesn’t have the Alpha sub… They include the After Dark sections as well. 

Happy watching?!