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So the Bud Reached for the Sun

🌱 Welcome to my Blog 🌱

How you stumbled across it. We both might never know. In fact I’d be surprised if someone took the time to read this. Though I thank you all the same.

As the tags suggest this is a writing blog. A writing blog of my creation that will be filled with characters and worlds to share with you all. Or maybe no one at all.

This blog was simply created for my ideas to have a place to call home.

It will be messy. There will be mistakes. But all were made from the heart.

So, please do follow, comment, like or do none at all. It’s your choice in the end and I welcome you to join me in my garden of words.

Under the cut are lists

Character Profiles 

[anevilbunnyinthehat]

Good night and remember that all male mc / oc deserve love and respect too💖

[characters-grow-on-vines]

Character Profile: Bianca

Basic Information:

Name: Bianca  Age: ??? Birthday: March 18 Height: 4’5” Weight: ??? Hair Colour: White with black speckles | Has tiny black antenna hidden beneath her hair and is often mistaken as one of the many black specs in her hair. Eye Colour: Gray  Likes: nature, books, Dislikes: Loud noises, tight spaces Hobbies: Reading, humming, gardening

Personality

She’s quiet by nature but quite curious about everything as well. The short girl can be found with her nose between the pages of a book. Whether it’s manga, fiction, or nonfiction. No book will be left unopened and page unturned with her around.

Bianca doesn’t remember much but her body does. The sound of the sea is calming, yet it leaves a pit in her stomach all the same. Still that doesn’t stop her legs from carrying her out into the water to relax for hours on end as the girl leaves, she always leaves a little ‘present’ behind. Whether it be a shell she found, flowers from her garden or freshly baked goods.

Living alone would be lonely if it weren’t for the gifts left by the sea. Messages in a bottle telling her thanks or listening to the trapped tunes in conch shells. Sadly due to this lifestyle, Bianca seems to have forgotten how to speak. 

Fun Facts/Trivia 

She lives in a quaint cottage, near the shore.

Despite everything he’s done for her. The divinity who saved her refuses to show himself and instead watches from afar. Always accepting her little offerings, either keeping them locked up or savouring each bite of the food offered.

Bianca loves to act out scenes from books! She’d be fighting a dragon in her living room then pretend to have a fire spirit cook her meals. Gotta keep your mind busy when you’re all alone.

Note from the Character 

“Oh! Ar-Are you a human? It’s a pleasure to meet you. I don’t have much to offer you but I can always lend an ear.”

[characters-grow-on-vines]

Character Profile: Novella

Basic Information:

Name: Novella Age: ??? Birthday: September 1st Height: 5’5” (152cm) Weight: ( Sir, they’re a book. How would I know? ) Hair Colour: Black Eye Colour: Inky Black Likes: Stories, animals, humans, laughter, tears Dislikes: Fire Hobbies: Reading and Writing

Personality

Being isolated for most of their life, Novella has grown to love the hustle and bustle of those around her. From those laughing at a cheesy joke, to choked sobs of heartbreak, she cherishes each and every emotion humans express. After all, seeing them in person feels much different then simply reading about such things.

Sadly, this means the ‘girl’ is quite dense at times, causing people to snap at them frequently from anger or frustration. Unfortunately, this simply makes them more curious as to why said person acted in such a way. Was it because it was part of the script? Will this help with the plot later? Are one of their character traits to be short tempered?

Novella may love many aspects of human life but you can’t have light without dark. Fear was something that always piqued the interest of the literary deity. How can a culture that created such beautiful stories feel something so horrid? It was only when her shrine was burnt down for housing heretic beliefs, did that horrible feeling take root in her heart.

Was it hedonistic of her to want to protect each tale and belief passed on, no matter how ridiculous or outlandish the idea? Was it truly necessary to burn her at the stake beside many others for simply holding such information? She didn’t understand. The naive deity never thought her story as tragic or painful. Simple, maybe but never less and never more.

Fun Facts/Trivia 

The notes written by humans will sometimes appear upon her skin like a tattoo. Traditionally they appear on her arms, chest, or back but always disappear within a few hours.

She used to live in a cave that resided below her shrine. Now she found a new home within a tree trunk, surrounded by shelves that are always stocked to the brim.

Being the deity of Books and Writing she never runs out of anything to read. Though she has also gained the bad habit of not finishing what she already started. 

Note from the Character 

“Hello traveler! It’s a pleasure to meet you. Care to trade tales? Or do you believe your stories aren’t worth telling because I can assure you that every story deserves to be told, especially yours. So, please don’t forget that.”

[characters-grow-on-vines]

Flipping Through Thoughts

The ravenette clicked her tongue as she made long strides through The Garden of Books. Novel in hand, she couldn’t help but smirk upon the scenes that played before her. Yes, Calliope thought to herself. ‘These will do nicely. Humans do tend to be weak to something as simple as love, after all. Just chirp a string of praise and they’ll believe every word. What a truly sad existence indeed.’

The scent of death wafted through the air. Welcoming her to the heart of her home. She reached out, fingers caressing the bark as if it could be blown away with the wind. Resting her forehead against the rough surface, she let the book she was holding fall to her side.

“I don’t care if what I’m doing is considered morally wrong. They’re not real rules anyways. Simple suggestions if anything,” scarlet eyes blurring, a chuckle escaped her lips. “If it’s for you I’ll ruin the world. For I was born here and I will die here. Please don’t wither away before I do.” she mumbled to herself before slowly sinking into the bark to rest.

[characters-grow-on-vines]

Character Profile: Francine Kirkland

Basic Information:

Name: Francine Kirkland Age: 21 Birthday: April 17 Height: 4’9” (146cm) Weight: 125lbs Hair Colour: Black in the Winter, Lightens to a dark brown in the Spring/Summer Eye Colour: Dark Brown Likes: Reading, Writing, People Watching, Anime, Animals, Rain, Sweets Dislikes: Crowds, Coffee, Loud People, Expectations  Hobbies: Napping, Gardening, Reading, Writing, Origami

Personality

This short girl is just letting life flow right before her eyes and through her fingers. She prefers to sit back, watching everything pass by as life carries her along.

Though quiet when you first meet her. Once you get to know her, she can be quite the chatterbox. At least she’ll be a lot more vocal, cracking jokes and telling stories only to her closest friends. It will take a year or years for her to fully open up to you.

She likes to keep to herself. Though with the knowledge of knowing what loneliness feels like. Francine will push herself to introduce herself to other ‘outcasts’ or ‘loners’. The brunette would try her best to make the person feel welcome and safe to be themselves. After all, everybody has a story and every story should be heard.

Fun Facts/Trivia

She needs to wear glasses or else she’ll be blind as a bat. It’s recommended for her to have contact lenses but sadly she can’t due to having double vision.

Loves animals and becomes a lot more outgoing around them.

Reading is her escape. If she had a particularly stressful day, she’ll actually slide her favourite book under her pillow. Francine claims it whispers her stories that lull her to sleep.

Francine is insecure about her bust size. Being a DD with a short frame, she tends to lean towards wearing baggy clothing. Despite this the brunette loves wearing dresses. Let her legs be free please <3

She’s a stress baker.

Note from the Character

“It’s a pleasure to meet you. I hope that we can get along and if you have any questions. Please feel free to ask. I’ll try my best to answer.”

[jacubesilvora]

Writing is not about 'telling an epic story' or 'making something that will outlive you'. Writing is about going "You know what would be fucking awesome?" and then committing word crimes

[valtsv]

controversial opinion but bringing characters back from the dead is fine and doesn’t cheapen the existence of death and mortality if there are sufficient emotional and narrative consequences. i’m talking guilt, i’m talking lingering resentment and grief, i’m talking rejection from those who’ve already begun to move on, i’m talking complicated feelings about being returned to a life you departed from without grace or preparation without your consent and now have to deal with the fallout of, i’m talking repressed feelings that cannot be acknowledged without hurting everyone involved, because you can bring back what was lost but what happened cannot be undone. and that’s why i could fight marvel studios and win.

[schafpudel]

[headspace-hotel]

^^^

[homunculus-argument]

Hey btw, if you're doing worldbuilding on something, and you're scared of writing ~unrealistic~ things into it out of fear that it'll sound lazy and ripped-out-of-your-ass, but you also don't want to do all the back-breaking research on coming up with depressingly boring, but practical and ~realistic~ solutions, have a rule:

Just give the thing two layers of explanation. One to explain the specific problem, and another one explaining the explanation. Have an example:

Plot hole 1: If the vampires can't stand daylight, why couldn't they just move around underground?

Solution 1: They can't go underground, the sewer system of the city is full of giant alligators who would eat them.

Well, that's a very quick and simple explanation, which sure opens up additional questions.

Plot hole 2: How and why the fuck are there alligators in the sewers? How do they survive, what do they eat down there when there's no vampires?

Solution 2: The nuns of the Underground Monastery feed and take care of them as a part of their sacred duties.

It takes exactly two layers to create an illusion that every question has an answer - that it's just turtles all the way down. And if you're lucky, you might even find that the second question's answer loops right back into the first one, filling up the plot hole entirely:

Plot hole 3: Who the fuck are the sewer nuns and what's their point and purpose?

Solution 3: The sewer nuns live underground in order to feed the alligators, in order to make sure that the vampires don't try to move around via the sewer system.

When you're just making things up, you don't need to have an answer for everything - just two layers is enough to create the illusion of infinite depth. Answer the question that looms behind the answer of the first question, and a normal reader won't bother to dig around for a 3rd question.

[bfleuter]

This is good advice on worldbuilding.

And also. 

I would really like to play a vampire-hunting sewer-nun and her pet alligator in a ttrpg.

[bfleuter]

Woops uh oh oops woops.

[quotemadness]

“There are too many books I haven’t read, too many places I haven’t seen, too many memories I haven’t kept long enough.”

— Irwin Shaw

[moved-to-korrigantsionnach-deac]

I want a story about a king whose son is prophesied to kill him so the king is like “whatever what am I supposed to do, kill my own kid wtf is wrong with you” so he just raises him as normal, doesn’t even tell him about the prophecy, and instead of some convoluted twist of events that leads to the king’s murder the son grows up and when the king is very old and dying and in excruciating pain the kid is just like alright I'mma put him out of his misery.

[femonologue]

The king’s son becomes the new king, and is prophesied to defeat evil and bring an age of prosperity. His generals and knights all crack their knuckles but he pretty much ignores them and focuses on strengthening the infrastructure of his kingdom. Forty years later he is old and sick but still hearing his subjects’ grievances, and a general’s like “how will you defeat the prophesied evil now? You’re old and weak.” Another visitor, a teenager fresh out of the kingdom’s public education system, looks at the general like he is an ignoramus. The king eradicated poverty, housed the homeless, taught the ignorant, ended class exploitation by abolishing the nobility and imprisoning the corrupt, and established a highly respected guild of doctors that recently figured out how to cure the plague. There are no brigands because there is enough wealth for everyone to live comfortably; hiding in the woods and taking trinkets from people simply doesn’t make any sense for anyone but the desperate, and the people are not desperate. Evil is a weed, explains the teenager. It grows in cracked roads and crumbling houses and forgotten corners, rooted in indifference and watered by suffering. But the king demands that broken things be mended and suffering people be made well.

No evil lives in this kingdom, says the teenager. It starved to death before I was born.

[femonologue]

Every once in a while, when I’m feeling down, I go and look at the notes on this post and they make me feel a lot better. This is the energy I want to carry into 2018.

[thestarfishdancer]

For those who need to carry it into 2019.

[noctumsolis]

And on to 2022

[mysharona1987]

[writing-prompt-s]

A crazed comic book fan has been trying to create real-life superheroes. Irradiating insects and having them bite people, murdering the parents of wealthy children, etc. Unfortunately, he succeeds and this only fuels his obsession.

[writing-prompt-s]

A dragon found a baby human in the woods. However since they are incapable of caring for a human child they decide the best way to help is to simply bring a human to raise them. This is where you come in, as you and your house are now being carried hundreds of feet above the ground by a dragon.

[writing-prompt-s]

As a survivor during a zombie apocalypse, you’re unwillingly being protected by a vampire coven because you’re their only sustainable food source for miles around.

[ironychan]

A world where humans have no innate magic but our pets do.

Cat magic is pretty raw and they mainly use it for getting into places they’re not supposed to. They can be trained if you’re patient, and will sometimes do favours for their owners out if the blue, but only if they want to.

Dogs have been bred for specific magic over the centuries and each breed can do certain things. Showing off your magic is an essential part of a dog show.

Horses come in horse, pegasus, and unicorn, each with their own magical talents.

Fuck knows what birds can do, I don’t trust birds.

[ironychan]

For an obvious example… dalmatians have been bred for fire magic. A properly trained dalmatian will run into a burning building and all the fires around it will go out. Caution is necessary, of course, because they can also do the opposite. Their favourite toys are often a bit blackened, and puppies must be kept in fireproof surroundings, with extinguishers in easy reach.

[ironychan]

The Pekingese’ magic is camouflage - they can change colour to match whatever they touch, whether a blanket, a mossy rock, or even a reflective mirror. This ability originally enabled them to hide in a robe, so their owners could take them into places where dogs were technically not permitted. The classic image of a pekingese is of it sitting outside a building, appearing to be part of the stonework… until it reveals itself to growl at an intruder.

[ironychan]

Portuguese water dogs are canine silkies - in deep enough water they transform into curly-haired seals, and when they climb back out and shake off, they turn back into dogs.

[villainous-queer-deactivated202]

Cats are often thought to be selfish and troublesome, to only use their magic for themselves, and for random but odd favours.

This is not the entire truth.

Cat magic is largely Watch and Ward, which is only observable in what does not happen. Cats are known to protect sleeping humans from danger simply by being present, their lamp-like eyes acting as a sort of n’est pas possible upon all possible intruders, from pests to more deadly threats.

[itspenutbutterjellycrime]

Pitbulls over the ages were bred to emit magic to calm children and help them sleep

Collies can multiply themselves for a short time to corral animals

St Bernard’s turn into snow and can feel where an avalanche is going to happen hours before the event

Anatolian Shepherd can shapeshift into other animals around them to blend in

[specsthespectraldragon]

corgi magic is banned in most public areas, and one of the few dog magics not to be demonstrated in show- allowing your corgi to perform magic in public can be punished with up to $1000 in fines, even before the costs of damage to people and property

Golden Retriever magic is sometimes considered “disney” magic, as they typically attract waterfowl and game birds. this is not always the benefit one thinks it would be, as some lines have a penchant for attracting swans! some, however, attract vertebrates of a different sort. one remarkable individual was given an honorary degree in wildlife biology for her prodigious ability to attract frogs and toads, and is currently hard at work in Costa Rica.

[specsthespectraldragon]

#I would die for that fictional golden retriever scientists

no. you must live for her. she demands it of you. how else would you be able to appreciate all these great amphibians she’s finding?

[atreefullofstars]

A cat’s protective aura gets stronger in response to affection and respect. If you bond strongly enough with one, you can actually FEEL the magic working, soothing fear and anxiety. They also work in dreams, catching and killing nightmares. Some can do this from several rooms away, while others like to work more closely and will sit on their owners’ chests or heads while they sleep.

[marlynnofmany]

Yes please to all of this.

[kk-maker]

Rat magic: a mysterious multiplication of SOMETHING–food or other valuable resources generally–which can be pretty handy if you don’t mind the nibble marks.

[madmaudlingoes]

Beagle magic is mostly low-grade telepathy, which is very handy for coordinating a pack hunt, but also makes individual dogs prone to neurosis.

[sleepingreader]

Some cats, like their behaviour of presenting a prey, also sometimes present their owner with a small magical favour. Sometimes this involves a transmuted treat. Sometimes this involves a clumsy owner growing whiskers

[quadradaz]

What the hell do Corgis do that it is illegal for them to do their magic in public?

[writing-prompt-s]

You’re just a normal ole’ highschool boy. There’s a number of superhuman girls here, human and otherwise, who are incredibly attracted to you, because you’re so utterly, painfully normal that you make them feel almost normal, too. You keep them grounded. You keep them human.