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@chocolatefueledprompts
In exchange for power you agreed to give the fae queen your name. Due to the vague wording of the deal you managed to get her into a marriage contract, which would give her the right to use your last name as her own. Now you have both magic and a 10/10 wife.
Choose an eternal curse to befall you
Knowledge of the old ones
Monthly werewolf transformations (the wolf can be tamed with skill)
Brought back from the dead as something not fully human
Appearance changed to that of a horrifying monster (your mind is unchanged)
Possessed by a ghost (the ghost can be befriended)
Knowledge of possible far futures (but no knowledge of the near future)
Take the life-force of whoever you touch
The divine right of kings (your fate as a tyrant is written in stone)
Turned into an ageless genderless vampire (you must drink human blood)
Beloved by a faerie (the faerie has no human concept of morality)
Censor bars placed over every human face you see
Your and anyone who spends time around your body is slowly replaced with machine
Reblog to curse your followers and mutuals.
emptying and reloading a gun with practiced efficiency so you think i'm an expert marksman but you later find out that's just how i stim
turning the safety catch on and off like i'm clicking a pen until everyone gets really mad at the noise but no one says anything because i have a gun and they don't
Yesterday was a bad writing day. I spent a lot of time staring at a screen. Lots of Tumblr replies. Lots of Twitter (the Netflix Sandman trailer going out didn’t help). Lots of being grumpy at myself and convinced I couldn’t do it any more. The script was a mess. I was doomed. This morning I printed out what I had to fix, picked up a pen, made a few notes and started typing. It was fun and easy and straightforward. I finished it and sent it to the people who needed to see it, and just got an amazed call from our script editor saying she was laughing while crying and couldn’t work out how I’d done everything in a day.
And I hadn’t done it all in a day. All of the being miserable yesterday was necessary for it to fly today. All of the knowing it was insoluble and awful made the work today relatively easy. I had to get out of my own way, and had to read it freshly, without being attached to anything. And then I just did the notes. And to make the thing that worked today, a lot of stuff that didn’t quite work or sort of worked had to be written too. It’s always easier to fix stuff that exists.
Anyway. Yesterday = bad writing day. Today = good writing day. I thought it was worth telling people, in case there was anyone else out there who was having a bad writing day too.
The Blue Dragon River seen from space
Me: "there's no fucking way this is true"
https://www.google.com/maps/place/Odeleite,+Portugal/@37.3513777,-7.5336099,12z/data=!4m6!3m5!1s0xd1013ed9c36751f:0x500ebbde490b3c0!8m2!3d37.3342647!4d-7.4879608!16s%2Fm%2F05f30h2
WAIT WHAT
IT IS?!?!?!?
FUCK YEAH
I was speaking with a friend one day when the subject came of what an ideal romance would look like.
He said that he liked the idea of marrying a childhood sweetheart, someone shy and sweet who needed him. He said he liked the idea of being needed, being relied on, being the guiding hand in a crowd, the active participant to introduce new experiences.
I thought about his answer, and said, "I don't think I want to be needed. Being needed means being kept around from necessity, even without affection. I think I'd rather be wanted, by someone outgoing and independent, who can live their life without me but chooses not to."
He didn't like mine, and I didn't like his, and so we disagreed, and talked about something else.
It is worth mentioning, I think, that he was a youngest child, and a boy, in his family, where I was the oldest, a girl, in mine.
And it's pure conjecture, but I think that for him, living the life of the youngest boy- treated as small, reliant, superfluous- it makes sense to desire being vital, needed, and looked up to.
And for myself, growing up the oldest girl- treated as a tool with a function, vital and needed but not particularly wanted- it makes sense that this would be my greatest fear, to be trapped, needed, required, but not desired.
I think we both are valid in wanting what we want. But I can't help but feel my skin crawl, just a little, imagining a partnership where I couldn't walk away. Where someone needed a hand to hold theirs, any hand at all, and not just mine- not because mine felt different.
It's interesting how we can be friends, I think. Interesting how each of our fantasies are the other's nightmares.
Did you know Witches and cowboys actually are the same?
I do now.
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the rubber duck
For anyone curious what they mean by the rubber duck, rubber duck debugging is a tactic used by programmers to figure out bugs in the code. To do it, they explain the code, verbally, line by line, to the rubber duck until they find it.
It’s also very useful for writers, and I’ve used it multiple times with rubber ducks, stuffed animals, and my friends.
I truly hate the word "unalive." There are so many other euphemisms that fictional Italian mobsters worked so hard to provide you with and you just ignore them.
beautiful compilation from @orc-sign-language
ID: A screenshot of hashtags that read “#sleepin wit da fishes #cashed in their chips #six feet under #kicked the bucket #pushin up daisies #takin a dirt nap #beefed it mega hard #kicked the oxygen habit #pining for the fiords #croaked #wasted #bit the dust #got murdalized #yeed his last haw #closin her eyes for an extended period of time #went to live at the big farm #presently hunting down reagan #she's riggin her mortis #turnin into plants #rolling in the deep #he earned a living but now he's livin in an urn #she's denaturing #off to join the skeleton war”
The best part of worldbuilding is making something that sucks. Magic schools with bullshit rules that don't work. Spaceships that are built stupid. My favourite thing to do is to make an inconvenient world that is full of stupid things for boring reasons, and then putting a character int here and making them live with that.
I was about to reblog this like "wow I so agree" and then I checked the username and apparently I posted it.
#There's a giant water monster in my homebrew world who occasionally investigates boats
#he doesn't attack anyone he's just curious about boats so the nearby town made him their mascot#his name is Big Sneak because despite being 120ft long he sneaks up on boats all the time and spooks the fuck outta people
#He's 230 years old and has a title equivilant to a knighthood
#He is not an uplifted animal. It's the equivalent of giving a knighthood to a scaled whale. They just love him.
#He was given that title so it would be illegal for anyone to hunt him
#What purpose does this lore serve? None at all. It's a giant monster you aren't allowed to kill and who might sneak up on you and go Bloop
#If you try to attack Big Sneak the entire town will be mad at you.
@ashedink You cannot just hide this absolute work of art in the tags
(I immediately love Big Sneak)
HERE HE IS
THE BIG SNEAK
THE GUY
@markeyverse
tagging you for the original, the example is a bonus
What’s your favorite thing about your writing?
I have characterization down pat
My dialogue is impeccable
The way I describe settings makes you feel like you’re really there
My plots are amazing
I smile when I reread my writing
My use of symbolism is unmatched
Something else (tell us in the tags)
If you write you’re legally obligated to answer this sorry I actually do make the rules and this is one of them
(PS if you say it out loud it’s even better)
Ever since I got a job as a security guard I can’t take heist movies seriously anymore.
Why is that?
Accurate heist movie: The Team is sneaking into a high security facility. An alarm is triggered, they freeze, prepared to knock out whoever responds to the alarm. It takes 40 minutes for someone to respond. When they finally do show up, they shuffle along, annoyed, arms full of 16 bags of pretzels for some reason, and reset the alarm without bothering to check their surroundings. They report that the alarm went off in error. Security control starts a fight about the correct designation of the door. The guard announces that they’re leaving the alarm key in the alarm because it’s always going off for no reason. No one challenges them on this. They shuffle away, leaving an alarm key and several bags of pretzels behind.
The Team knocks out a security guard and steals their radio. The team mimic can perfectly replicate the knocked out guard’s voice. They get caught because they pronounced the name of the company correctly.
The Team disables an alarm. The only way to do this is to rip it out of the wall and disassemble it until it physically can’t make noise anymore. This very loud process is clearly heard by the posted security guard nearby, who rolls their eyes and text their supervisor that the logistics contractors are fooling with the alarms again.
The Team breaks into the facility at night. There they meet a single security guard who is chanting potential names for NPCs in their DnD campaign out loud while they do their patrols. They encounter a fire extinguisher. They pause in their chanting to check that it is properly charged and to apply a sticker that reads, “Anal use only”. This guy is disgustingly good at their job. There’s no way around it, they’re going to catch you. And you’re going to have to deal with the fact that you’ve been had by someone who has a supply of stickers that say “Anal use only” and who unironically wanted to name their NPC shopkeep Mammogrammus.
The Team attempts to bribe a security guard. This is its own post but know there’s no way in hell that would work.
The Team breaks into the high security room and disables all the alarms. Security control sends several guards to investigate why there are no alarms going off.
The Team attempts to break into the high security room but can’t because it’s randomly decided not to let anyone at all in today.
The Team steals a keycard with “””””unlimited””””” access to the facility and gets caught because the computer system that manages keycards randomly revokes access for no reason.
The Team walks past a security guard in broad daylight wearing T-shirts that say, “We are here to rob you”. The security guard does nothing, having seen several people in logistics wearing that exact shirt two days prior.
This sounds like a great movie, honestly
I will always remember that when I worked for a pharmaceutical company in IT, there were massive security procedures, systems with air gaps, locations with biometric scanners and metal detectors and locking revolving doors, but the highest level of security was a human being in a bulletproof proof room with line of sight to the door and a button. To /get/ to the door, you had to go through tons of other layers and badge access and identity verification, but the final lock was a dual physical key (which required two people to open) and a human being with a book of photographs and a button to push.
At the onset of the 2008-onward recession it became more or less impossible to get the sort of summer gig that college students traditionally get. I couldn’t get a callback from any of the area fast food restaurants, the babysitting gigs were gone, I drew blanks on waitressing, dishwashing, landscaping, car washes, summer camps, you name it. The big local summer attraction near me is a horse racetrack, and I put in apps for every position from betting clerk to horse manure removal tech. I got one (1) job offer that summer, and it was to be a security guard. I was a 19 year old girl with a perky ponytail, big ol’ doe eyes, and no experience or interest whatsoever in policing, so I genuinely thought I’d gotten the offer because they’d confused my application with someone else’s… until the first day of training.
Training consisted of a number of retired high ranking New York State Troopers very earnestly trying to convince a room of “dudes who desperately wanted to be a cop but couldn’t jump even that low hurdle” and also “one increasingly incredulous 19 year old girl who could only hear a loud high pitched note in one ear because she stood too close to her amps at the punk show last night” not to bring swords, shurukens, or butterfly knives into work.
We went over the “do not bring in your own weapons” lecture for the majority of day 1 of training. Day 2 was also “do not bring in your own weapons” for a lot of the day, then we moved onto “identifying the different types of fire extinguisher,” and wrapped up the day with “wasp stings.” Well, actually during “wasp stings” we had a sidebar when this one guard who looked like Ben Franklin raised his hand and shared that he, personally, took care of wasps by blowing their nests up with improvised gasoline-based explosives, so technically we wrapped up the day with “do not bring in your own weapons even if those weapons are to harm a wasp.”
Day 3 was a half day, where we reviewed everything we’d learned about no weapons, fire extinguishers, and wasps, and then we took a written test, which I finished with a perfect score in three minutes so Sargeant Minetti made me grade everyone else’s. After that, I was a full ass security guard; I picked up my fake cop uniform, badge(!!!), tiny notebook, strapped a walkie to my belt, and was given my assignment. My beat was very very literally the most public facing one that existed; while most of my colleagues were posted at gates that might never get opened for the entire summer, I had “the wholeass quarter mile of pavement abutting the chain link fence that separated the public from the ponies.” My responsibilities were simple:
1. tell people to move their rolling coolers out of the fire lane
2. take people with wasp stings to the nurse
and oh yeah
3. every time a clerk at a betting window in my section accumulated more than $10,000 dollars in cash, I had to escort them for ½ of a mile through the incredibly dense crowd of drunk people, any of whom might be interested in stealing more than $10,000 dollars, and get the money safely into the giant vault.
I remember the very first run i made. The betting clerk looked at me, the 19 year old responsible for protecting both them and $10,000. I looked back at him through the mirrored aviators that I’d bought at a gas station for 5 bucks because I thought it was very very funny and good fake cop cosplay. My walkie hissed ominously.
“…Uh, so if someone tries to take the money, what are you going to do?” He asked.
“Well, I get paid 12 bucks an hour, so… nothing.” I responded. “How about you?”
We quickly arrived at an understanding.
Two of the guards from my training group got fired that summer for bringing in their own weapons, and at least one of them had both a butterfly knife and at least one shuruken. Many more dropped out as they discovered that they would not actually be doing Die Hard shit. As for me, I did literally nothing to prevent crime all summer, but I also halfheartedly cleared a path through the crowd at the front of a very sad “St. Patrick’s Day In July” parade, which made me enough of a success story that they actually called me unprompted to ask if I’d come back the next year… with one caveat.
See, the next year I returned as a weathered veteran with a spotless disciplinary record, so they gave me three hours of additional training to get a certification to become a peace officer. As a result, from ages 20-23 (when my license expired) I had the same legal powers of arrest as a police officer.
Me. They just gave me that.
In conclusion, if you’re a highly qualified team of heistmen looking to rob an entity that accumulates wealth by convincing drunk desperate people to give them their money and you pick a fucking casino when the racetrack is right there, you’re either thinking way too inside the box… or you have a healthy fear of shurukens I guess.
Never forget, if someone asks you an invasive question, you can always reply by asking them "do you think that's a normal thing to ask people?"
Do it in a super casual and cheery tone, like you were asking about their favourite food.
This is something you can, and actually SHOULD do, with a small change: Keep your tone neutral when you ask this, because in my experience, you get one of two responses:
-People who KNEW they were being rude will know you've caught them at it and will mumble excuses and shut up. You've shown them that behavior won't be rewarded, which is what really stops them, and hopefully they'll make better choices in the future. - but you will get some people who do genuinely think that that WAS a normal question to ask because THEY get asked that by their mom/boss/other authority figure asks them things like that all the time??? This person is being taken advantage of and needs help. You then explain, as gently as you can, "No. That's actually really personal and sensitive information most people don't talk about because X*, and it's extremely inappropriate of Authority Figure Z to ask that. You, and everyone else deserve privacy and information security." they'll go "oh. I didn't know that." or some close variation, and then you tell them "no harm, no foul, and I'm glad you know now." and then change the topic. You probably won't get a landmark "oh my god I had no idea I'm reevaluating my entire life" moment, but just hearing that "No, that's not normal and not okay" is enough to get the ball rolling in the right direction to protect themselves.
*X is here to explain generally why Privacy and information security is important. For instance, if they're asking questions about health and finance, you can explain that that's legally protected information to prevent fraud and in order to keep it safe, it HAS to stay secret.
Random fantasy/worldbuilding thing:
Everyone from a different culture seems strangely poetic and profoundly deep in their observations, but only because they speak whatever the common tongue is as a second language, and whatever they are saying is actually mostly just clumsily translated common sayings/figures of speech that flow much better in their own tongue, and make perfect sense to the people who understand the cultural context.
Someone who comes from a place where geodes are common will describe another person: "He is like a stone that seems to hold a treasure inside of it - you learn to know such stones by their shape and their weight - but once you split it open, there is no quartz, no amethyst, no sparkling and brilliant crystal you expected. Just solid rock, through and through. He is like one of those rocks." Which vaguely makes sense, but they're clearly frustrated about not being quite able to express what they're trying to say.
The thing is, in their own first language, there's a specific word for this kind of rock - one that outwardly seems to be a geode but it isn't one after all. This word is also commonly used as an insult, to describe a person who is charismatic, convincing and outwardly seems brilliantly smart, but is actually dumb as shit.
human, speaking dwarvish to an dwarf: "this quest you're on, it's like... when the rains come, and the sun shines through the water in the air, and the raindrops form a prism through which sunlight casts a shimmering illusion of rings of colour across the sky, it's as if the ribbons of light are indicating some great treasure that you can never find, because the coloured lights are an illusion. and pursuing the lights will just lead you on and on forever."
dwarf: :o "that's so beautiful..."
...
human, speaking humanish to a human: "his quest is like he's looking for the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow."
other human: "ah yeah I getcha."
