This was a perfect video for me right now. I don't know if anyone will care, but I'm writing a science fiction novel called "Rod Winger" and I'm focusing a lot on character drama between the two main characters which are family members. A father has been lying to his daughter for her entire life relating to the nature of her mother's passing and the girl is realizing this as the story goes on. The story focuses on lies and how they impact familial relationships, but it also explores why people lie and how lying can not only hurt, but also protect. This character drama leads into a big emotional moment when the daughter realizes the truth, expanding the possibilities of even more character drama from there. These videos are helping me a lot, so I thank you! :)

My character living with shattered trust, living that way for many reasons. Needing to practice her speaking magic for herself and her emotions. It’s a magical girl story

I'll try my hand at these: "Cordelia was never afraid of corpses, and she used to laugh at zombi movies for how clumsily they depicted the effects of decomposition on the human body. Her mother often took her to the morgue were she performed as a forensic anthropologist, so her vision of death and decay was a rather positive one. Corpses were reassuring, not scary. Plus, ever since she saw in her dreams the ghost of an XVIIIth century old man with thinning white hair, she even found the smell of rotting flesh relaxing and sensual as opposed to disgusting, without feeling any attraction to the source of that smell, but she rather imagined herself as an extravagant bride, laying onto her father's coffin as a nuptial bed while a young groom with icy empty blue eyes and agile fingers leaned timidly forward for a kiss. However, seeing an actual reanimated corpse, or what seemed like it (she hoped it was just a prank robot made to look like a decaying corpse, but it also had the smell of one, combined with the strong stench of mint-perfumed formadalhyde and it was so realistic) paralyzed her with fear. It had obvious signs of being sliced open for an autopsy, with the entrails dragging out at the legs. It also had the bumb on the sternum, where once was a stone, now hollow and stiched back. This had to be fake, this had to be hallucination. Plus, the facial features looked a lot like...Was it dad. "You're alive ! I'm so happy !" she said... When the hands touched her throat, she knew exactly it was her father. "I can...I can explain...We went to get rid of the stone, just like you asked. Aunty Joan made a very tasty picnic, come with us !" But she could feel his fingers wrapping her tighter, despite having an obvious stiffness of rigor mortis. She began struggling to breath as her throat was held tighter and tighter. They were strong, but felt clumsy and stiff...Suddenly, she knew her only way of escape was into the river, the cold river. She was far more light, her clothes were somewhat water-repelant. Into the water she must go, the La Manche rapids. Using what last strength she could muster, she pushed her weight to the water. Thankfully there was no rock, just broken pieces of ice. As promised, the body on top of her sank much quickly than herself, allowing her to finally free her neck, as she was getting dizzier and dizzier from the lack of oxygen. The cold made it difficult to control her shivering reflex, but should she give in, it'll mean death by drowning as it would make her loose control of her diafragm. Normally, the water would sting too much for her to open her eyes, but the adrenaline was such that she couldn't feel the pain, just the erge to reach the light, and thus the air. She finally managed to swim free, and the undead was not nearly as agile in the water as herself, even dragged down by her winter clothes. But no amount of pushing, with her limited air supply, could make her reach the top, and soon, her conciance began to fade. She had almost reached the top when her body just gave up. She awoke in the murky depths of the water, and it felt suddenly so fascinating. The algea around her, she could now see them clearly, and they looked beautiful. She finally saw her father, dressed as if for a university lecture, dress shirt and frumpy hair included. "Someone tries to use my body for to steal the stone, Cordelia. Please...Your Saint-Pierre thread is still very much connected to your head. You're not dead, not yet. You must never allow it to be found, let it drift with the current. -Yes..." A very strange spectacles began to play in front of her, as various river plants seemed to animate themselves to penetrated her arms by removing her coat and sliding past her sweater, while in her lower half... Soon, the world went black again, and she regained conciousness, with her arms feeling like it was pierced by tens of jagged, ice-cold needles and her intestines so cramped she hoped they would explode. It felt humiliating and shameful, and she never felt so weak, but she was not suffocating. She no longer felt like shivering, a sure sign of hypothermia, but it would prevent her from getting more water in her lungs, at least."

Very helpful, needed this advice for my stories👍🏽

Can you next make a video on how to make a therian harem Animè with different clans? I have one like that where the MC meets ten girls who can each turn into a different big cat or big dog who then get into fights with villains who come to attack them and the MC at their school and hostel. I really want to hear how you specifically would go about that

My character was born with incredible strength and toughness. As a result, he often keeps himself away from people except his best friend. The reason is that when a monster attacked their town, he single-handedly killed it, but he was covered in blood causing the townsfolk to fear him. Thus he gained a reputation for his ferocity and self-doubt in his ability to control his strength.

(One of--) my main character grew up with a family who kept to themselves. The family keeps the town safe in the shadows, but feels that letting people in would put others in unnecessary danger. As a result. Niara is very quiet, not very social, and can sometimes come off as rude to their classmates. There was no sense of community that Niara could turn to, and after an incident that killed their sister (the recent hero of the town) and put Niara in their sister's place, it only solidifed their opinion that this hero stuff is really a one man mission. While listening to this video, I think I may have finally found the last piece to tell this magical girl story, so thanks a lot for your advice and effort in these videos! 🥹

Exactly what I've been looking for. Obviously, my story has the physical stakes being an action driven urban fantasy, but I feel I'm lacking the drama between my main characters. They currently kinda just go along with everything each other has to say, which i thought would be good to move the story along, but its lacking depth i feel. There's really no added fluff, so I'll try to build upon the info provided in the video. Thanks! 😊

You're giving really great advice.

thank you again for this video...

UnrelAted but any tips for righting battle scenes in first person present tense ,i know it seems weird but good to know 😅

hey ❤ your video im trying to create a character like lelouch but dont how?

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