Happy Thursday The 20th

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🧠 FREE WRITING LESSON — THE MOST POWERFUL CHARACTER DEPTH TRICK YOU’LL EVER READ.

Let’s say your character sucks.

She’s flat. Predictable. “Strong” in all the wrong ways. Let’s call her Nicolle. Or Carol. Or whatever name Hollywood gave her.

She’s a superhero. She’s got powers. She’s got sarcasm. She takes no shit. She leads the squad. She’s admired by everyone — and loved by no one.

You’ve seen this character before. Now watch what happens when you give her one secret she doesn’t brag about.

Nicolle has two sons.

She’s raising them alone — to become men like her late father: A man who sacrificed everything to raise her after her mother disappeared, broke, or gave up.

The world sees Nicolle as the apex of visual empowerment. But the world doesn’t see:

The arguments with her boys’ father — about what being a real dad means.

The prayers whispered in the dark over a fevered forehead.

The way she ghosted the only man she maybe wanted, not because she’s flaky — but because she doesn’t know if wanting love makes her a bad mother.

The nights she tucks her boys in, then collapses into her bed, staring at the ceiling, heart full of ache, because she gave the world her strength but kept no one to hold hers.

They don’t see the days her sons cry after watching her get slammed through buildings on TV.

Held by the throat. Left for dead. Motionless for seconds too long. Until she rises — because she has to.

They don’t see the breakdowns. They don’t see her flinch.

They assume she doesn’t feel fear. But the truth?

She feels it every single time.

She’s not fearless. She’s never been. But fear is a luxury she doesn’t have.

That’s a luxury for men. She is a god. And she will make any threat scream that truth — as she crushes it beneath her bleeding hands.

Because when demons invade, tyrants rise, and monsters descend, She suits up.

Not for hashtags. Not for feminism. Not for attention.

She suits up because the idea of her sons growing up in a world she could’ve fought for and didn’t — is more terrifying than death itself.

And she will not let the universe teach her boys that their mother ever cowered.

🔺 THE TRIFECTA THAT MAKES ANY SUPERHERO NEXT-LEVEL:

Intimacy. Contradiction. Duty.

Intimacy gives them a soul — something they protect more than their own body.

Contradiction gives them depth — because perfection is forgettable, but conflict creates memory.

Duty gives them immortality — because we remember those who bled for more than applause.

Give a character that trifecta — and suddenly:

She’s not annoying. She’s haunting. She’s not fanfiction. She’s canon. She’s not shallow. She’s legend.

✍️ That’s how you fix a weak character. You don’t soften her. You give her something to fight that fists can’t touch.

And suddenly?

She’s not a girlboss. She’s the last myth your enemies ever tell themselves before they die.

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Having to clean the shower is so fucking annoying. It’s clean in there. That’s where I go to get clean. It’s clean dude trust me. Stop fucking growing bacteria and stuff man this is the clean locale. You’re embarrassing me in front of the sink

Saturday? No, you misheard me.

Satoadday.

Hey just pretend this post was really smart and funny okay

Ugh, I'm such an archetype

The other day I was thinking about all my fandoms and realized

The Aftons be like

Also Jason Bourne I guess

died and came back tired. died and came back exhausted. died and came back with manic energy. died and came back with malingering unease. died and came back twitchy. so many possibilities

Hatsune Miku Half-Life Mod

thinking about a hyperfixation feels like this

She's also pretty hot

I feel like we don't appreciate enough how unique Purah's dynamic with Link is among his present allies. Like, just about everyone else who knows the capital-w Who of who he is, to some degree, is reverent toward him.

Paya spent like a third of her BotW diary gushing about how he's everything she imagined he'd be and more.

Sidon sang his praises so loudly and so often that a portion of the fanbase saw him getting engaged six years later as a betrayal.

Riju, Tulin and Josha, while not overtly affectionate as the previous two, seem to regard him like a cool upperclassman whose approval they value.

Impa, Robbie, Zelda, Teba and TotK Paya, while all regarding him as closer to an equal, are still incredibly respectful toward him, still taking his status very seriously.

And then there's Purah. She very clearly has faith in him and his ability as a swordsman, but when he walks through her door for the first time in a hundred years, when the last time she saw him he was practically a cadaver being immersed in glowing blue goo, her first thought is "I'm gonna prank him, it's gonna be hilarious."

If he says he expected her to upgrade the Sheikah Slate for free, she passive-aggressively dictates in to her notes right in front of him that he's being entitled. If he asks her where she thinks he should head next, she asks him "What, did you forget? Not that that's out of character for you..." She tells him what's in her diary, where it is, and tells him not to read it... And has another prank ready for him when he inevitably does. And in her TotK journals, when she alludes to him "invading her privacy" by reading them, she still leaves the clues as to where she's hiding the next volume, almost like reverse-psychology letting him read her diaries is a game to her.

She has a pet name, for him, and nobody else. Symin, Impa, Robbie, Josha and, I believe, Paya, all get referred to by their proper names, and she calls Zelda either by her name or a proper title ("The Princess/Your Highness.") But Link? When she's in the right mood, he's "Linky." When you first play Breath of the Wild, and see her authorial voice in her diary get less mature as her age reverses, you might think it's just because of her toddler body influencing her brain, but then Age of Calamity comes along and confirms "Nah, she was calling him that when she was an adult too." And then Tears of the Kingdom comes back and adds "And she keeps it up even as a weary and exhausted settlement leader in her re-adulted body."

She's the only friend of his who I can imagine doing the "What's that on your shirt? Made ya look!" prank to him.

They read, to me, like Roz and Frasier, or Goku and Bulma. A pair of friends who are completely unguarded around each other, where the canon author didn't see fit to pair them together, but at the same time, it wouldn't be that surprising to see a version of the story where they were.