Hi there! Here's a bit of info for those of you new to my blog! Everyone over 18y/o is welcome here and I do hope you enjoy your stay.
I do not queue things and I hyperfixate with no guilt, so if that bothers you, this place is not for you.
While we're at it, this place is also not for you if you participate in any type of bigotry. This place is also not for you if you like to police what other people enjoy, judge people for their fandom preferences, or generally make fandom an unpleasant place to be. Just move along.
Currently Fixated On: Baldur's Gate 3, Dragon Age, Coral Island, Warhammer 40K (Rogue Trader and more), Arcane, Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss, Fallout, Stardew Valley, Wrath of the Righteous, The Arcana
Current Event(s): #del plays coral island #del plays warframe
Asks: I'm going to say don't bother with anon hate, not that that ever stops people. I am almost always open to genuine discussions, but hate is not it and I will shame you publicly (maybe). All other asks are welcomed, encouraged, and appreciated :)
Requests: I think I'm writing regularly enough now to officially say I take requests. I will not promise I will write your requests! But I will try.
Just watched Adam Conover (of Adam Ruins Everything) make such a solid point that I think we should spread far and wide. Yes, having AI write your emails is lazy, sure, but people love being lazy. We need to really emphasize that sending AI emails (or using AI responses on social media, or publishing AI flyers, or or or) is rude.
It's rude. You're making someone take their time to read something you couldn't bother to write. You're telling them they were so unimportant you couldn't be bothered to actually take the time to say something yourself. And frankly, you're lying about it while you're at it.
"But it's not FOR them!!!" The biggest military power in the world belongs to a christofascist nation overseen by a felon found guilty of 34 federal crimes and has greenlit a gestapo with more direct funding than the entire military of Canada for the purpose of ethnic cleansing. Let Hetero Jessica throw some biodegradable glitter at a municipal parade
At this point if anyone is trying to exclude anyone benignly pro-queer from a pro-queer space I'm just going to assume you're a fed or something idk like something something destabilize the movement from within or whatever
So technically, I haven't met him in the game yet, but I am a creature of habits to I know he'll probably be the one ill romance🫡 i know absolutely nothing about warhammer 40k but thats changing, i already have books on the way! Warhammer fans drop a comment, I'd love to meet more fans 🥹
Decided to use marazhai for a quick study today
I haven't been online much, i have been painting A LOT. Unfortunately, it's all stuff for zines and contests, so i can't show them YET. But be prepared for a bunch of BG3, Dragon Age, and Warframe paintings🥰
It's nuts how common it is to not allow children to be angry, even (especially) in households where adults are angry all the time. As a child I knew my own anger was unacceptable--not just expressing it outwardly but feeling it at all. So now as an adult my immediate reaction to my own anger is often to feel guilt instead of like. Noticing when someone is being rude or unfair or my boundaries are being violated or whatever. fucked up.
Because a lot of people have asked me how I write so much and so fast
Write every day. Deadass. Not a joke. Not a throwaway tip. One sentence. One paragraph. One page. You have to work the writing muscle every day or it gets weak. You lose it. Use it or lose it. This is non-negotiable. Literally one sentence. It will trigger another one every time so just write one. Even if you delete it later, getting the practice in helps. It's all about repitition.
No idea is a bad idea. It's just not fully formed yet. No sentence is a bad sentence. It just hasn't been revised yet. Never tell yourself something is bad. Shift the mindset to everything can be improved. I find myself getting better with every fic and every draft.
Get used to writing on your phone. You have to be able to write whenever the ideas strike you if you want to write a lot and write well. So use your notes app or Google Docs or whatever. But get used to writing on your phone. Your thumbs will hurt. That's okay. Write waiting for the doctor. Write in line at the bank. Write on the bus. Write literally anywhere. Stop waiting for the perfect mood to strike or the perfect time or the perfect environment. Write when you think of something.
Always be thinking about it. And in tandem, let yourself be bored. Stop doom scrolling. Take a walk. Listen to music and think about your next scene. I'm literally ALWAYS planning a scene if I'm not actively focusing on another task.
Read. Read all the time. And don't just read. Think about it. Analyze scenes that work. Analyze why they work. How characters are developed. Do this with all forms of storytelling. Movies. TV shows. Graphic design even. Why did it hit so hard? How did they manage to so efficiently convey character traits?
Observe people. Your friends. Screenshot text conversations—use them later. Coworkers. Family. Strangers. Analyze different personality types and how they play off each other. Become trauma informed. Understand how people's pasts affect their behavior now. If you write romance, learn about how different parenting styles affect how people approach romance. Look into attachment theory. I'm not joking. Make psychology a hobby. Read about it. Take a class. Understand how people behave and WHY. This will make your character interactions more realistic. Also, go outside. Touch grass and talk to people.
Understand yourself and your own biases. Journal. Deconstruct your own personality. Figure out what's bleeding onto the page. Keep it or discard it.
Talk to people you know about their jobs and hobbies. Learn about them. Keep a list. A bank of stuff like this to use for side characters. It helps flesh them out and build out your world. It's okay to steal traits from people you know. It will always be more genuine to give characters hobbies and jobs you know about than try and make them up. If you have to make them up, utilize Tiktok and search "day in the life" videos for the type of person you're writing about.
Know that you're never going to feel good enough. You will always want to be better. It will always feel like someone is better than you. This is good. Every writer can improve. The moment you stop being hungry to get better is the moment you lose. You'll never be perfect but you can always chase it. But also, take people at their word when they tell you they loved your writing. They mean it. You are a good writer. But you can never stop getting better. <3
Knight getting older… knight with a bit of grey coming in… knight who finds it a little harder to put on his armour and walk the castle… knight with old battle injuries and faded scars
very funny to me when people act like animal farm and 1984 are revolutionary anti government texts that the Powers That Be dont want you to read when they have literally been a part of every standard middle/highschool english lit cirriculum in the usa and beyond for decades. precisely because theyre such convenient primers to propagandize that Commies = Bad. the government is quite literally making kids read them
also, animal farm is not just anti-communist, but anti-revolution in general. the whole point of the story is if you overthrow your oppressor the new order will just become the same as the one it replaced! the story offers no suggestion of how the animals could have overthrown the farmer without the pigs becoming exactly like them, it just seems to begin and end with "never overthrown your oppressor because you'll end up right back where you started anyways." bleak and ugly story.
Not to be super English major about it, but Animal Farm was NOT an “anti-revolution” story. According to Orwell, it was inspired specifically by the Russian Revolution that led to the Stalinist regime. The story of animal farm is essentially what happened to the Russian people: they had a revolution against the tyrannical ruling class, only for the very people who had promised them freedom to turn into tyrants themselves.
The moral of the story is not “don’t have a revolution,” it’s that you should always be suspicious of those who promise you this utopian idea of freedom while still aiming to maintain power. The pigs never wanted to actually make everyone free, they just wanted to be the ones in charge. The novel details every small instance of the farm sliding further and further into fascism until it’s too late for anyone to do anything about it.
And 1984 doesn’t have much to do with communism at all. It’s about totalitarianism and fascism. There’s nothing pro-capitalist about the book. A totalitarian government like Big Brother’s could exist in either a capitalist or communist society. The point is the control they have over their people, and how important the flow of information is to that control.
George Orwell literally risked his life fighting fascists, so I think it’s pretty unfair to reduce his books to “anti-commie” propaganda. He was intensely critical of any state that maintained too much power over its people, and at the time, one of the worst examples of that was the recent communist revolution in Russia, which deposed a monarchy to install a dictator in its place.
orwell didn't pick up a gun to shoot fascists in spain alongside anarchist revolutionaries and write The book on it just so y'all can pretend the man favored inaction and the status quo.
there will never be anything as funny as the mutual disbelief between long form and short form fic writers about each other's style.
short form writers look at people writing 100k+ fics as though this is some sort of talent given as part of a fae bargain, that the commitment required shows some sort of ungodly mental fortitude.
meanwhile long form writers look at people writing 1000 word one shots like god I would cut off my left nipple to be able to say anything concisely. i would love to play with multiple ideas. free me from the shackles of this child I have birthed. i love them but I now must take them to t-ball and doctor's appointments and they're going to destroy everything I own.
Bear religion probably fucking rocks. You're a fucking bear, you're the deadliest thing on earth, once a year an endless supply of salmon just flings itself up the river to gorge on and then you nap for 3 months.
The most delicious food in the world is protected by tiny demons who can defend it from everyone except you. Your natural armor is thick enough that you can just eat the damn hive while they buzz around you. God's chosen animals right there
Regular bears tell stories of angel bears sent by the Bear God, pure white and twice as strong as any normal bear could be, who rule the summit of the Earth and kill all who stand in their path.
And they are right, those bears exist and totally do that. Humans just have fake angels as a cope.
love the idea of bears being the chosen species actually. having a near death experience and glimpsing heaven and realising it's just full of bears, no humans at all, humans not ensouled actually, humans an accidental byproduct of God's plan for bears
thought I'd give y'all a little sneak peak of the rewrite for this one, and another glimpse into Imogene's youth. Tagged by the lovely @fictionobsession, and I'm tagging @dirge-requim @winterscale @thornb4ck @quaksi @carnage.
“Oh! What is all this?” Cielle asked as she entered her daughter’s room to find an array of sweets, data slates, and various garments strewn about her bedroom floor. Where she was typically neat, several grand packages littered the floor and bed, photos and dresses laid about as Imogene sat perfecty in the middle of the chaos.
“Do you remember that man I spoke of? The one I met at Court?” Imogene breathed, her eyes alight with admiration and something uniquely tender that Cielle had never seen grace her face, her fingers dancing across the silks of the garments he’d sent. “Sir Calcazar had told me he’d be sending books, books! But all this?”
“Yes, I suppose… how lovely of him,” Her mother’s frown did not go unnoticed, yet Imogene could only avert her eyes, reaching for a piece of decadent chocolate before popping it into her mouth and offering her mother a piece.
“Don’t fret, Mum,” The young woman tried, hoping to reassure her guardian. “He has good intentions, a passing courtship while I am pursued by more appropriate suitors — he made that much clear in his most recent letter.”
Not quite a lie.
“Allow me to read it then, if you are so sure of this,” Cielle retorted with an attempted glance at her personal data-slate.
“Mother!” Imogene interrupted aghast, tucking the data slate beneath her pillow so that her mother could not access it. “What of my privacy?”
“What of your safety, my heart?” Her mother insisted, looking at her most treasured possession with all the care and tenderness in the world. “This Calcazar, he is Inquisition, is he not?”
“He is, an Interrogator, but—” Imogene started only to be silenced by a concerned glare.
“Only an Interrogator—” Cielle silenced herself before she could verbally curse her daughter’s naivety, not wanting to insult the young woman’s intellect when she knew the sixth sense that dwelled within. “While it may be true that he harbors no ill intentions, it is his duty to bring young acolytes into the fold, to convince you to serve their higher purpose despite the dangers.”
“Mother, it wasn’t like that, and even if it was; it would have been the God Emperor’s will!” Her brows furrowed as she reminisced over their dance, the titillating conversation, and that magnificent kiss they’d shared before his acolyte had interrupted. “Xavier was nothing but chivalrous, and if anything, he warned me against the Inquisition. Called my dreams of the Expanse ‘naive’ if you can believe it.”
“Thought that does bring me some measure of peace, I can tell it does not bring you the same,” Her mother sighed, maneuvering around the mess on the floor to sit beside her daughter; bringing her hand into her own, her years of rigorous battles and training displayed in the callouses that brushed along Imogene’s opposite cheek. “You quite like him, don’t you?”
“Xavier is the first person to look at me, not my… peculiarities,” The young woman admitted, her brows furrowed as she met her mother’s softening eyes. “He looked at me as if I was a beautiful girl, not a spectacle. I found kindness in his words and tenderness in his touch.”
“Imogene…” Cielle paused then, conflicted emotions rolling across her face before she released the breath she’d been holding and drew her only daughter into her arms. “I remember when I fell for your father… write him, enjoy the attention while you have it, but be careful with your heart. Do you understand?”
“I do, mother, and I thank you for this,” Imogene murmured, hugging her back even tighter. “I shall write to him as soon as I am able.”
