#wyseink

I’ve noticed there aren’t a lot of questions geared towards the adult fiction crowd, so even if these can overlap for other genres and demographics I wanted to change that. 

What is his/her profession? Was that role part of your character’s goal?

What does he/she drive? Or, what means of transportation does your character utilize if cars or buses don’t exist in your setting?

Is your character’s current life anything like he/she expected it to turn out?

Which parent, guardian, family member, or mentor does your character take after most, and is that significant? How?

What from your character’s past has influenced how he or she currently interacts with the world?

What kind of childhood did your character have?

How were your character’s teenage years? Did they grow up fast or slow?

How old is your character, and can he or she pinpoint a favorite age? (For example, some people loved their college years, others love when their children are still young, etc.).

Describe past relationships your character has had, and what that character has learned from them.

What would your character look for in an ideal partner, and does that match the type of person he or she goes for in reality? Why or why not?

Describe your character’s sense of style.

What does your character’s way of speaking tell you about them? How is it received by other characters?

What’s one secret your character never wants to share (whether or not said secret does get shared)?

What types of insecurities does he or she have? Where do those stem from?

List some of your character’s strengths, and don’t be afraid to dig deep. Does your character see those as strengths, and how are they perceived by other characters?

How is your character socially? What about professionally?

Describe your character’s social circle. Is he or she comfortable branching out of that? Which parts of themselves are reflected in that circle?

What would your character enjoy despite not expecting to?

How does your character define--or even merely think of--success? Has that character achieved success, even in part?

How will your character know when he or she has made it....or will that character ever know?

What would pop into your character’s mind if he or she were to think of the word, “bliss?”

What is your character’s most shallow or superficial desire?

How does your character handle rejection? What about disappointment?

Who gets under your character’s skin? Why?

If your character could describe his/her perfect future to you, what would that look like?

What’s one thing you know about your character that he/she doesn’t yet?

Let me know if you have any questions, and happy writing!

They’re not always going to think like you. They’re not always going to be rational or practical, nor are they always going to react in the same ways.

I’ve gotten in my main character’s way far too many times over the years with such silly things. I’d taken pause and overanalyzed whether she was being too hard-headed about something, too caught up on something from the past, or most recently, too impractical for trading in her truck for a vehicle that may not be the most practical for her having a job that requires her to drive often (even if it fits her in every other capacity and is within her price range).

When I first started writing her as a teen, two things happened: I wanted her to come across as a “strong” character so much that I was almost afraid to let her be deeply flawed, and I wasn’t yet able at that age to put into perspective how much weaker of a character that actually made her. 

It ended up being a blessing that I put the story down for ten years and gave myself time to grow emotionally, psychologically, and as a writer. The result has been that my character has become real. She’s human, she’s a hot mess in some ways and has her crap together in others, and she feels things. She has goals, setbacks, accomplishments, and failures. She gets frustrated, hurt, angry, and loves. 

Every single character in this work has grown and changed without any intention on my part, and I’m so thankful for that. 

Rating: E Locations: AO3 | FanFiction Synopsis: A post-canon (and not terribly canon-compliant) glimpse into Ko’s and Akane’s lives from his perspective, the effects of time and distance have had on their relationship, and what those mean moving forward.

      Kogami knows he shouldn’t be surprised. Akane has nearly ten years of detective work under her belt--ten years in which she has clearly kept her mind sharp and training up. Five rapid pings of practice rounds hitting steel invite a very different image to his mind: one that he only vaguely remembers in his peripheral vision of bent knees and an unsteady grip. He had smarted off to her just before then not knowing she would take the shot. The next he’d been numb, his knees buckling beneath him and falling to the cold and unforgiving concrete. That moment had been a wake-up call; one that’s come back to him often ever since he returned to Japan. Yet presently, another scene holds his attention far more.

“Tell me what you’d do.”

From @wyseink’s In The Warmth Of Winter

Usernames: (AO3) wyse_ink / (FF.net) wyseink

Tumblr URL: (main) random-animezing / wyseink 

Name: Taylor

Date started writing YOI fanfiction: January 13, 2017

Preferred Genres in Writing: Domestic Fluff, Character/Relationship Studies, Romance, Canon Compliant

Works: Two Nights in Paris, Yuri on Ice Drabbles Collection

Prompts for a friend who’s feeling down. 

For Shinkane Week 2019 (Day 4, Jan 1: Sweetness or Temptation).

Rating: M Locations: AO3 | FanFiction Synopsis:  Promises aren't always broken or kept, and sometimes, truths are in-between.

          She doesn’t mean to stare. In fact, she doesn’t realize that her eyes have settled over his scars. The old ones near his side are from bullets she recalls too well: remnants from the days when she’d been a rookie and he’d been lured into Makishima and Senguji’s trap. Others are minor--small and faded that might have been caused by fights that had ended more clearly in his favor. But the deep, red lines permanently etched into his skin draw her attention most. They move and disappear from sight once again as he replaces his shirt with a new one: loose cotton, she notes, the thought amusing her. He catches her watching him then and raises an eyebrow slightly.

          “Is there something on my shirt, Inspector?” he asks, and she waves a hand dismissively.

          “I’m sorry,” she says, feeling the blush threatening to creep to her cheeks. After all these years, she thinks, he still has that effect. She adds an amused smile, one that she hopes will make the tinge less obvious. “I didn’t know you owned a t-shirt.”