Lorekeeper Lefty

And me? I'm CRAZY. | 19 yo | He/Him | Unlabeled

[railroadsoftware]

gamers aren’t so much a sub culture as they are a group of people that marketers were able to create so they could sell more expensive toys

[mckinleyhaditcoming-deactivated]

Which subcultures weren’t invented by marketers though

[railroadsoftware]

the yakuza

[luna-azzurra]

Funny Dialogue Prompts!!

⟢ "I have two moods--Hungry and aggressively hungry."

⟢ "I wasn't eavesdropping. I was just standing nearby with excellent hearing."

⟢ "You invited me to a 7am meeting. Our friendship is under review."

⟢ "I'm not clumsy. The floor just hates me personally."

⟢ "I said yes before you finished the sentence because food was mentioned."

⟢ "My love language is sending you memes at 2am without context."

⟢ "I'm an acquired taste. If you don't like me, acquire better taste."

⟢ "I cleaned the whole house. Guests are coming. I will not be taking questions about my normal state."

⟢ "You said it would take five minutes. It has been forty five. I aged."

⟢ "I don't have a problem. I have a lifestyle that concerns other people."

⟢ "I wasn't sleeping in the meeting. I was processing with my eyes closed."

⟢ "Sorry I'm late. I didn't want to come and it took longer than expected."

⟢ "I'm a delight. Exhausting, but a delight."

"⟢ You made a budget. Adorable. How long did that last."

⟢ I have the emotional range of someone who was raised by dramatic people and I'm thriving."

[luna-azzurra]

Ways to write Shy Characters!!

By the way, I'm a really shy person! Actually, that means I'm describing myself here, lol. :9

✧ Shyness is about fear of judgment and negative evaluation, not energy. Shy people WANT social connection but they're afraid of being embarrassed, rejected, or judged. It's not that people drain them (that's introversion), it's that social situations feel dangerous. They want to join the conversation but can't make themselves. They want to be included but are terrified of saying something stupid. Show the conflict between wanting connection and fearing rejection.

✧ They rehearse social interactions beforehand and replay them afterward. Planning what to say. Imagining the conversation. Then afterward analyzing every word they said, every reaction the other person had, looking for signs they messed up. The conversation happens three times (in preparation, in reality, in anxious replay.) Show this mental process of over-preparation and over-analysis.

✧ Physical symptoms are visible and make them more self-conscious. Blushing. Voice shaking. Sweating. Looking down. Fidgeting. And they KNOW people can see it, which makes it worse. They're not just internally anxious, their body is broadcasting their discomfort and they're mortified about it. The visibility of their shyness creates a feedback loop of embarrassment. Show them being painfully aware of their physical responses.

✧ They're often more comfortable one-on-one than in groups. Groups are overwhelming, with too many people to monitor, too many potential sources of judgment. One-on-one feels safer because there's only one person's reaction to track. They might be quite talkative and comfortable with close friends in private but go silent in group settings.

[promptcalender]

How to show loneliness in a character rather than tell it:

lots of internal monologue and even dialogue with oneself

social awkwardness

despite longing for connection, avoiding it because they are not used to it

or: seeking connection anywhere they can, even in the tiny interactions with employees and strangers

making their home a very comforting space since they spend so much time in it

not feeling invited to activities unless explicitly told they are, and even then doubting it

not even considering the possibility of talking to someone

feeling warmth in their chest after a good talk with someone, only for it to twist into dread and doubt later on

[Prompt Calender: June 13th, Loneliness Awareness Week]

[microsff]

Every morning, the queen asked her magic mirror to show her the most beautiful person in the world.

The mirror replied "To whom?"

"The miller who made the flour for my bread," the queen would say, or "Whoever spun the thread my shawl was made of".

The mirror would show her, and she'd be amazed.

[nullen-void]

The first time, she says "To me," and the mirror dutifully shows her her reflection. And she is pleased.

The second time, she says "To the King," and she is pleased to see herself once more.

The third time, she says "To the Royal Advisor," and is once more satisfied to see herself.

The fourth time, she says "To the scribe who takes the King's letters." She is shown the man's wife. And she seethes, but quiets herself, for it is only right that a man loves his wife.

The fifth time, she says "To the Court Wizard," and is shown the man's departed mother as he remembers her from his youth, radiant and smiling and warm and larger than life.

The tenth time, she says "To the Stable Master," and is shown the fastest horse in the stable, majestic and free as the wind even in captivity

"To the baker," she is shown the man's daughter, young and adorable and full of joy and laughter.

"To the artist who did my portrait," she is shown a painting of a woman done by the man's teacher, who he still looks up to now that he is well established himself.

"To the Royal Knight," she is surprised but not displeased to see the castle's entire guard force in the middle of doing drills.

The one hundredth time she asks the mirror, and it asks her "to whom?" she once again says, "To me." And she does the same the one hundred and second, and again and again and again.

It is a different person each time, and they are all beautiful.

[amberautumnfaebrooke]

has anyone noticed recently that it's expensive

[sociallyawkwardrevolution]

times like these really make you appreciate pouring river water in your socks

[risenshiney]

Paint’n studies I did on my Wii U gamepad earlier in the year.

[sony-official]

on your what

[11kouragekrystal]

When you're fed up of your boyfriend's homophobic parents but you gotta hold his hand for moral support

He looks tired

[silvaurum]

basketball dracula isn't real dude he can't-- *sudden squeaking noises from the shadows*

[silvaurum]

*two pool toys having sex tumble by in the wind* oh thank god

[silvaurum]

*thunderous slam dunk noise*

[fallout-lou-begas]

Visit Original Link

[snoleopard7]

[catchymemes]

[thememedaddy]

[thememedaddy]

[edenemy-art]

yeah this is a good game

[edenemy-art]

yo i have not been paying attention to this why are there 3,000 notes 😭

[punkitt-is-here]

i love that sakurai on two separate occasions has been like "what the fuck are those? i dont know. no one knows. they simply are"

[writing-is-a-martial-art]

Me, picking at my wound: ow

Wound: what did you think would happen?

Me: I don't know. I didn't know. I wanted to find out.

Wound: well, this is what happens. You hurt and my work is done a little less.

Me: what work? Bleeding?

Wound: no, not-bleeding. You seem to misunderstand. I am not the violence. The violence is no longer in the body. My job is to be a wound - so that you won't bleed out on me - and then a scar, so that you can go on with your doing. I am not smooth skin, sure, but I am not the violence.

Me, suspicious: but you come from the violence. I remember. Perhaps if I dig in a little I will find the thing, the secret thing to pull out to heal all at once and to not even have the memory of violence, which is what you are.

Wound: what you'll find inside is just tired old flesh. There is nothing here but you. Even I is you. That's why you are the one hurt when you pick at my scabs. I am not telling you anything you do not know.

Me: but the knowing doesn't help.

Wound: yes.

Me: I am still unhappy with having a wound as opposed to not having a wound, even though I know that isn't the choice in front of me.

Wound: yes. You will just have to wait.

Me: for you to heal?

Wound: maybe, if I am a wound that heals all the way. I do not know. Perhaps you have to wait for my work to be as done as it gets and for the itch to stop. The itch, at the very least, will subside with time.

Me: okay.

Me: that sucks but, okay.

Me:

Me:

Me:

Me, picking at my wound: ow

Wound: what did you think would happen?

[holy-leapin-splits-batman]

[microsff]

Every morning, the queen asked her magic mirror to show her the most beautiful person in the world.

The mirror replied "To whom?"

"The miller who made the flour for my bread," the queen would say, or "Whoever spun the thread my shawl was made of".

The mirror would show her, and she'd be amazed.