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Just a Random Blog with short Stories and maybe more.Reviews and critism also advice are welcome....as long as they are polite

[walmart-the-official]

Hey, don’t cry. Free online database of Japanese folk lore

[bleu-guacamole]

Might I add, free database of mostly European folklore and myths

[walmart-the-official]

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Thank you!

[sassycolortheorist101-blog]

some fucking resources for all ur writing fuckin needs

* body language masterlist

* a translator that doesn’t eat ass like google translate does

* a reverse dictionary for when ur brain freezes

* 550 words to say instead of fuckin said

* 638 character traits for when ur brain freezes again

* some more body language help

(hope this helps some ppl)

[ariachaos]

OP, pls give me your hand in marriage 💍

[cedar-west-deactivated20230408]

If your plot feels flat, STUDY it! Your story might be lacking...

Stakes - What would happen if the protagonist failed? Would it really be such a bad thing if it happened?

Thematic relevance - Do the events of the story speak to a greater emotional or moral message? Is the conflict resolved in a way that befits the theme?

Urgency - How much time does the protagonist have to complete their goal? Are there multiple factors complicating the situation?

Drive - What motivates the protagonist? Are they an active player in the story, or are they repeatedly getting pushed around by external forces? Could you swap them out for a different character with no impact on the plot? On the flip side, do the other characters have sensible motivations of their own?

Yield - Is there foreshadowing? Do the protagonist's choices have unforeseen consequences down the road? Do they use knowledge or clues from the beginning, to help them in the end? Do they learn things about the other characters that weren't immediately obvious?

[mishkatelwarriorgoddess]

Thank you so much for this!

[the-cassquatch]

Ok but like. What the fuck is there to do on the internet anymore?

Idk when I was younger, you could just go and go and find exciting new websites full of whatever cool things you wanted to explore. An overabundance of ways to occupy your time online.

Now, it's just... Social media. That's it. Social media and news sites. And I'm tired of social media and I'm tired of the news.

Am I just like completely inept at finding new things or has the internet just fallen apart that much with the problems of SEO and web 3.0 turning everything into a same-site prison?

[dj-of-the-coven]

Long collection of resources under the cut.

You're right that the internet is smaller than it used to be, but there's still some cool stuff left in the corners. I'd recommend checking checking out Neocities if you haven't--it's an independent web hosting platform like Geocities of the old web, and there are hundreds of interesting and active pages discoverable both through their search function and through web buttons (links attached to small pictures with the title of a website) within the websites themselves. Here are three examples of web buttons you may find in link pages:

Most Neocities websites have link pages or button collections with anywhere from tens to hundreds of these. Don't be afraid to explore!

If you're looking for something more like a search engine, I can point you towards Marginalia. It's not a particularly smart engine, but it's perfectly usable if you've ever been taught to use search engines back when they were mostly run through keywords instead of full sentence comprehension. There's also an "about" and "tips" section on the front page with more information. The algorithm of Marginalia can be filtered by the user to allow, disallow, or require JavaScript depending on your needs, plus there are filters designed specifically to prioritize web 1.0 sites or mostly text-based ones. It is possible to search for modern websites with it, but it can return websites from just about any decade (since the invention of the web, obviously) so long as they contain the information you're looking for. For example, here are some random interesting sites I've found using Marginalia:

Native Languages of the Americas: Native American Cultures

BASIC HTML COMPETENCY IS THE NEW PUNK FOLK EXPLOSION!

Earthbound Text Labs by Bill Eager

The possibilities for discovery are truly endless.

Now you might want to know about directories. These make browsing for websites easier, but require you to read through and judge which ones to visit, as there aren't algorithms ranking the sites besides the whim of whoever coded the directory. Some of them have themes, others don't. Here are two that I've used:

Yesterlinks Directory

Ichigo Directory

Directories can be harder to come by just by surfing the net, but they aren't impossible to find. Many personal websites have their own directories of interesting sites hidden within them.

Webrings are similar to directories, but are actually more community-based. You have to register your website to be a part of a webring, usually by sending an email to whoever runs it and meeting some kind of entry criteria. For example, my personal website used to be a part of a webring called Sweet Dreams, which was for websites that heavily utilize color palettes and images of cute things, particularly sweets. Webrings will give you access to a widget upon entry that allow visitors and other members to browse between the registered websites in a massive ring, ergo, where the term gets its name. Webrings can have any theme or criteria for entry. If you can make a website about it, you can find a webring for it.

Now, you might be wondering about social media alternatives. I can't offer much, but I can nudge you towards the idea of forums. Here's one I found that could really use some traffic. I also browse a bit on MelonLand forum, which is actually closed right now--it's currently closed on Mondays--but on any other day of the week, you can find a fun community there dedicated to web revival. You can find it through MelonLand's main page. I'd also recommend checking out SpaceHey, which is a MySpace clone that's customizable and easy to use.

I hope this is of some help to you. The internet may feel less magical than it used to be, but that doesn't mean that the spark has completely died out. These types of indie websites need more attention if we ever hope to reverse the damage done to the internet by centralization and corporate interest. People are trying to make the web a cooler place to be, but we're going to have to do the work of finding and interacting with these projects in order to get them off the ground someday.

[xerxestexastoast]

ALSO you should consider browsing Virtual Pet List and seeing if there are any pet sites you might be interested in playing. There is a whole genre of browser games right under your nose

[biothreads]

Another one that I just found recently is this, which is a whole collection of blogs, organized by topic!

ooh.directory: a place to find good blogs that interest you

A collection of 1,966 blogs about every topic

[derinthescarletpescatarian]

Look guys the real internet IS STILL THERE I'm going to cry

[cloudyeveniing]

Getting off of twitter and onto neocities has really healed me and I am so glad to see it is healing other people too ;u; let's retreat into the self-made digital woods and away from corporate bs pls, I am so tired

[authorsnoteatmidnight]

Why love a Villain?

“Why do you love someone like her? Someone so evil? Why not one from the heroes group maybe?” It was a common question by now. Nothing he doesn’t hear on a daily routine. Everywhere he goes, every new person, everyone who is curious, would ask him about his lover. His Wife. The hopefully one day Mother of their Children. His light, even if it shines dim. The love of his life, truly. As sentimental it sounds, that she is. She may be evil to others, having her own dark past, but he knows that past. She opened up to him. He believed her Story. A story that was only whisper and questioned if it was true. A story not all too known. But he believed her. Why shouldn’t he? She has no reason to lie to him. What for? So he can understand what made her, who she is, who she was. Yes, she did things, one shouldn’t do in her past, but since they met, she did not one single things, if it wasn’t necessary. Also, he does have a history too. He was celebrated as a hero here, known as an ruthless enemy there. Depending from which side you see. There is no way, that he would judge her. He wouldn’t be any better than everyone else. But sometimes, oh sometimes, he wished she would hear these question and just let herself lose. Knowing, she would be annoyed and show them her “evil side”, just to shut them up. She has no conscious in that particular area. But she is holding back for him. He knows that. He knows, that she would handle herself and others differently if not for him and the life they both want to live together. So she is holding back, silent instead of saying what she thinks. Remaining calm, instead of just cutting their tongues off or worse. He appreciate it, he really does, but he also feels a bit bad. Having all these people badmouthing her even though they do not know her personally, only the stories of centuries ago. She already lives a long life. A life that was way longer than that of an average human, but can you still call her human? Who knows, for him, she is his everything. He would do everything for her even if it means to sacrifice himself and she would do everything for him. He smiled brightly at the people who are bombarding him with questions again. Opening his mouth to answer but was beaten so by the person in question “A Hero would sacrifice you to save the world,” her attention is focused the people that now look scared and ashamed to be caught. Their eyes everywhere but her. “a villain, like you described me, would burn and sacrifice the world for them. Now scam before I make you.” They did not need to be told twice as they are already running away. Two strong arms wrapping themself around her waist and a head was planted next to hers on her shoulder. “So you would burn the world for me?” “I would challenge the gods for you.”

[authorsnoteatmidnight]

"Lemme-"

"No."

"But-"

"No."

"I just-"

"Rougue no."

"I'm not a d-"

"Bad Rougue."

"Jamison!" It was quiet a sight, the blushing out of embarrassedment and mad Bard before him. A whole Head shorter than him, her hands placed on her hips and her eyebrows scrunched. Her pouting, more than obviously.

"Why not?!"

"First of all, you're blind"

"But I can see YOU!"

"Second of all, do you remember what happend last time?" The female bard haltet in her movement. Looking away awkwardly and coughing. She rememberd that far too good what happend. How he vanished and she panicked.

"I-I will be carefull this time!"

"You also said that last time and it warped me into another Dimension where one if my other parts has a Daughter!" Rougue winced when Jamison raised his voice slightly annoyed. She didn't do it on purpose, both knew that. Still, it wasn't really a pleasant experience for them. Rougue relies on Jamison way too much, so she panicked and felt like she was really blind. Forgetting that she could see with Magic, running into way too many things again and again. Almost to the point where she was crying and refused to walk anymore. She got scared he won't be coming back and she was at fault.

Jamison, well, he had an interesting....adventure. Meeting some people, the Daughter of one of his part was one of that. Pleasant and unpleassnt things happend here and there. The ShadowMage was worried too, about the Bard. He could imagine how she reacts and he knew, it won't be getting better so his goal was to go back to his own dimension fast.

"Okay, okay you win." Patting the Head of the small female infront him just made her pouting face deeper.

"Good Girl."

"I am not a Dog!"

[authorsnoteatmidnight]

With you gone, there died a part of me. A big part.

A part than can never be filled again.

A part that was there my whole life and now, it is gone.

Forever.

Even if you stay in my memories and my thoughts, you are gone.

You aren't here anymore and it hurts.

It hurts so much. Everyday.

There are days, when I can't take it that you aren't here anymore.

These days are the worst.

On these days, I wish you would be there. Taking me in your arms, trying to cheer me up while you blurt out a dumb line to make me laugh. Just for me to roll my eyes and grin. Telling me, it is okay and that there will be better days.

On these days, I cry. For hours. Curling myself up in my bed. Isolating myself because I can't take the emotions that turmoil inside me and I don't want to burden anyone with it. It hurts so much, I can't really describe it. It is such an unbearable feeling and it does not stop.

On days like these, I realize how much I love you and how much I wished I had more time with you.

But you are gone to somewhere else. Without pain. Maybe you are reborn. Happily, I hope.

You are gone. With you, my heart.

I really miss you Dad.

I love you.

[authorsnoteatmidnight]

Would anyone interest in stories about dnd/pen and paper Characters?

[authorsnoteatmidnight]

To be honest, I never thought I would feel this way. Ever. Not because it will never happen or anything like that. Just because I never thought I could feel this way. Don't worry, I don't mean this mushy lovely dovely princess crap. No. No, I talk about passion? Desire? Longing? I don't know how to describe it. I already thought I had felt that way but oh boy, was I wrong.

When I felt that stare back than, it was hard to ignore. It was there for a while but I ignored it seeming that I was out with my partner and a few friends. But the stare never really left and I begun to be curious and somewhat a bit annoyed so I looked around. When I catched these eyes that where staring at me, my breath hitched. Yes, yes you heard right. I seriously doubted, that would ever happen. It was a Storything for me till it happend like everything this night.

Those blue, piercing eyes who where staring at me so intensly. The second he catched me looking, the corner of his mouth twitched. It grew to a full smirk. His one side up and showing a bit of his teeth, he tilted his head a bit back. He lifted a hand to his mouth, wiping his thumb over his lower lip. Going back a bit forth in his Position before. He looked to the side and his smirk faded, answering his friend before his attention was back on me. There it was back, this stare. Burning me or so I felt. I felt so intensly hot but not like a fever just, hot. I could not look away from his stare. Not even when he looked down for a second and back up. Wetting his lips before he bit his lower one. I gulped and I felt how hard and fast my heart beat. My pulse racing, chest getting heavier and my stomach felt like a knot. But everything didn't felt bad, it felt good. I must have looked disbeliefed that he meant that stare for me because he lifted his eyebrows a bit and nodded in my direction. His onesided smirk never left bis lips. I couldn't tear my eyes away. His stare was captivating and the feeling I got, addictiv. It felt so long, sounding stupid but really, it felt so. Our stares where interrupted when his friend crashed into him to get his attention. At the same time, my partner ruttles softly at my shoulder. Waking me up, from my trance.

"y-yes?" i stutterd. I fucking stutterd when I finally looked at him. Away from These iceblue eyes. He looked concernd, as if something happend. Maybe he saw the stares?

"are you ok? Is it too much? You wanna go home?" no, doesn't seem like it. He was concerd about me, because he thought I feel unwell. But I begun to concern about something else. Why do I feel so much by a single stare from a stranger, but not from my partner? Why does he never look at me like this? I thought he looked like that at me but I was wrong, but why?

Tell me what you think about it. It was written in the heat of the moment and english isn't my first language so sorry if there are mistakes. And tell me if you maybe want a part 2?

[authorsnoteatmidnight]

Anybody else sitting at home in their twenties, still waiting for something to happen?

Like a letter for a wizard academy? The mark of a god who claims you as their child? A Digivice to appear? Someone who challenges you to a duel woth cards? Orrrr some princess or prince needing a rescue from a dragon? Or a Wardrobe which is like a door to another world? Maybe a few dwarfs who need a thief on their adventure? Oh! Or maybe rescuing a galaxy? Like, excuse me? Whoever is on duty to put someone their, needing someone who wants to go their on their own accord. Here! Me! I want to! Please let me go on my own damn adventure! I am waiting for who knows long!

[authorsnoteatmidnight]

Moments part 1 (re-did)

Both are broken. Both had their fair share of problems. Some different, some almost the same. Some where hard to handle. Some others, where easy to handle. It wasn’t always perfect. “Did it started again?” The moment her eyes didn’t shine anymore. When her smile would disappear the second he turned away. When she would sit there and stare in front of her. Spaced out. One second she was Ok, the next, she was in a deep hole. She just needed one thought and everything would crash down. He knows that. It isn’t the first time and sure wouldn’t be the last time. Jay sighed inwardly. He wished so much for her happiness. It hurts to see her like that. Rima must feel the same when he is like that. He put everything away. Focusing his sole attention only to her. The brunette starts with stroking her shoulders, went up to her face and caressing her cheek. She nodded. It all start again. The voices. The thoughts. The feelings. Everything. He stood up. Put his arms under the red head and heaved her into his arms. The second she smelled his cologne, she buried her face in his chest. He looked at her for a moment before he went to a more comfortable place. She didn’t let go of him when he sat her down. Her whole body shaking, silent sobs coming over her lips. Jay sat himself next to her. Took one of his hoodies and gave it to her. Closing his arms around her like a castle who defends her. Rocking forth and back, humming low a tune and stroking through her red hair. A routine for them both. After a while he took her hands and gently removed them from him. This resulting in her trying to latch onto him again. “Babygirl, let me get you something to drink, ok? You need to stay hydrated. I’ll be back in a second. Promise.” She hesitantly let go, nodding in the process. He watched her rubbing her eyes and sniffling. Giving her an affectionate kiss on the head, he went straight to the kitchen. Grabbing a glass and pouring water into it. Jay thought about what shot in her head, that it went down again. Maybe the movie? Was their someone resembling her dead father maybe? Or was there a situation which was like a déjà-vu for her? The Punk Rocker shook his head. No. It doesn’t always need a direct trigger. “Jay?” he turned around when he heard her soft otherwise loud voice. She now wore his hoodie. Sinking into it. Tears streaming down her cheeks. She tries to wiped them away with the sleeve but they just cascaded down. “Here.” He gently hold the glass of water to her lips. Knowing her hands are too shaky to hold it properly. They already had a few broken ones. No need for another one and another unnecessary source for Rima to hurt herself. She only took a few sips, the tears never stopping, but he was satisfied with that. For now. Jay enveloped her in his arms again after putting the glas away. “You wanna talk about it?” Rima shook her head. “Should I sing for you?” this time, she nodded yes. Again he heaved her into her Arms and carried her to their bed. Making it comfortable for both. Putting the blanket over them both before he begun to sing quietly for her till she slept in his arms peacefully. No more tears. No more shaking.

[authorsnoteatmidnight]

“Why are you doing this?!” the injured Hero screamed at their opponent. Barely able to stand. Hardly breathing and blood gushing out of every wound. Their comrades more dead than alive. All laying on the ground or smashed into the wall. “ `Why?` you ask?” The Villain looked at them with empty eyes. No sign of live or spark of interest in them. Pure emptiness and the infinity of nothing. “Yes! Why?! Nobody ever did anything to you! We defend ourself against you! When YOU decided to attack! To kill innocent people! We did nothing to you and all you do is destroy!” a hoarse chuckle came out of the Villain’s throat. Dry was their smile. Not reaching from ear to ear nor any emotion in it. “Ahhh~....I forgot. You are all the same. Kind of sad, if you ask me. But, you are wrong, oh Hero.” with these words, the Villain rose from their Throne and begun to walk towards the Hero. Step after Step. Slowly, like a Hunter around their Prey. Placing their Hands on their Shoulders, the Dark one lowerd their Head to the Heroes Ear: “I was wronged. Nobody is innocent. Not the ones who hurted me, who abused me, who hurted the ones I loved. Not the “innocent” ones who just stood by and did nothing. Nobody is innocent. Nobody stood up or helped. Nobody tried to help. Nobody decided to change so, in a way, all of Humanity are at fault.” the tone of the so called “Villian” was toneless. So empty and hollow that the hero shudderd. They never heard a Voice like this. Not from Women in an abusive Relationship or from kids who got bullied daily. “Wha....what happend?” With this question the dark one stopped a second, remembering painful memorys they try to bury everyday, before they stood up and walked infront of the other one. “Nothing that is your buissness.” The Villain hushed the Hero before they could answer “Don’t try to be sorry or ask to make it up. You can’t. You can’t change History and even if you did, the wounds, the screams of pain and agony, these Memories, they won’t vanish. They are branded inside my mind where they will be forever.” As the Hero looked at the darker one, he felt guilt. Guilt for that he never considerd what the other one felt. What gave them a Reason to be like this. Maybe they aren’t the Villain, but they and the others ones are the Villains...