thought of this immediately and was delighted to discover it’s the same op
If I'm the remembering correctly, this is how we ended up with the first usable thesaurus.

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Three Goblin Art
we're not kids anymore.

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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

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noise dept.

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thought of this immediately and was delighted to discover it’s the same op
If I'm the remembering correctly, this is how we ended up with the first usable thesaurus.
Human brains being the envy of the musicians of the Galaxy due to the fact that music of all things comes to us so easily.
Human brains pick up rhythm and patterns so quickly compared to other species and alien musicians are heinously jealous. That’s not to say alien species don’t have music in any capacity, of course they do, but it’s less omnipresent in their cultures compared to ours. Music and singing to aliens are held to the same standard as sculpting marble. It’s a very difficult and precise art form that takes years of practice to get ‘right’.
And then there’s human children singing with each other as they jump a skipping rope. Using the beat to keep perfect time.
Humans sing to show each other every emotion under the sun. They sing to show reverence to their gods or ancestors or spirits. Humans will sing to anything that will listen and even things that won’t. Hell, Humans sing to pass the time. They sing when they can’t get a song out of their head.
That’s right, humans are so perfectly wired to understand music that their brains get hooked on musical stimulus and continually loop it. Involuntarily. Sometimes for days at a time. To the point of annoyance of the human.
Humans use music and rhythm to help them remember things because remembering something with a beat is easier than remembering something without one.
That’s like solving rocket science equations for fun to aliens.
It is not the prettiest but here is a little chart I made of skin tones.
The idea is to eye-drop anywhere on the chart to get a unique skin tone instead of getting stuck in the loop of “white, tan, dark”.
Edit in 2021! Due to some (very valid) critique, I just wanted to slap a little edit on this to let people know I’m keeping it up and pinned to avoid being asked where it is on the daily, but very much encourage people to check out other skin tone references. I’m keeping it pinned so it’s easy to find! I appreciate so much the positive feedback this thing has gotten, but more than that, I appreciate the conversations it has sparked and the negative feedback that has come with it, inspiring more people to diversify their art! For better references please check out this really amazing twitter post!
First thing you see after you zoom in is how you die
How you dying 👀
Tsunderes
Is my ex going to find me?
first 5 faceless emojis are how your summers gonna go
Magnus Archives fan I see
THIS IS SO FUNNY I'M SORRY
What does writing most feel like to you?
improvisation
grinding
carving
spelunking
practising
performing
chasing
possessing
I have grown so much. And done so much better writing. I have now even had a horror story published in a magazine! And yet.
And yet.
I still get Tumblr notifications for the. The hghfjf. The Undertale fanfiction. I wrote when I was a teenager. About the fire monster and the skeleton.
This website refuses to let me forget my origins.
The devastating difference between how much time it takes to write something vs how fast people read it lol
you're falling in the trap!! it will be read by many people, many times, and it will live on in their memories. and maybe no single other human will match you in time spent dedicated to your story, but as a collective we will outlast you. acts of creation only grow when they are shared
This. Writing is not like dinner. It can be consumed many times
He has offically lost his mind.
Warning of murder and talk of blood and Vivisection.
The Riddler, also known as Edward Nygma, drives in the stolen family car as fast as the speed limit could take him out of Amity Park.
His green riddler outfit was coated in blood that wasn't his, lightly glancing at Jazz, his distant niece in the passenger seat.
Her eyes were baggy and red as she sniffed, holding onto the three bundles in her arms.
A 2 year old toddler that was his nephew and two newborn(neverborn, uncle eddy, they neverborns.) Jack fenton sitting in the back between Sam and Tucker looking awkward as hell.
He had read the letter two days ago and visited his distant half-sister Maddie. He wasn't expecting his distant niece to be tied up in chair, some warp verison of the fear containment bubble, weakly crying and begging for them to let danny go.
He expected worse from his half-sister, but in that basement... it was like a living nightmare brought to life before his very eyes.
That was Danny on that table. His favorite little munckin of a deaged nephew with inverted coloring muffled screaming into a fenton mouth gag while Maddie digging into his chest with Jack tremblingly behind her, his large hand shakenly so much holding a jar with two babies in it, eyes glancing at Maddie and Danny with some sort of realization peaking in his glance.
Edward cautiously tips toe down the stairs as quietly as he can, holding his question mark staff as he listened on.
"M-Maddie, ph-Danny might be telling the truth. He is bleeding red now!"
"Oh, Jack, remember ghosts tend to mimic and possessed people around us. Phantom had been living right under our noses and using our sweet Danny like living costume, look how small he gotten afterall, Who knows how long he has the time to copy all Danny's personality to sabotage our weapons. Now be a sweetheart and hand me that bone mallet." The way his half-sister sounds so cold yet sweet made Edward sick to his stomach as he was inching closer, holding his staff at the right angle for a clean shot at her head.
"No. No, this is wrong. That Dann-o, that's our baby, Maddie! He has the exact scar on his left midsection from the fishing trip. Ghosts don't heal from scars when they are dead, Maddie!" Jack shook his head, taking a step or two back from Maddie. His face was becoming paler. Jack looked as though he was going to lose his lunch at any moment with horror in his eyes.
"That Thing Is Not danny anymore when it -" Maddie turned to yell at Jack was when Eddie struck. Hitting her hard in the head was a clean knockout.
"E-eddie?" Jack, look wide-eyed at Edward Nygma, who looks ready to swing at him but stopped, glancing at table.
"Sew Danny up now, or I swear to Meemaw Gretchen, I'll beat you within every inch of your life if he doesn't make it." Eddie growled as he hit Maddie one more time for good measure with the staff.
He thought she was clear from the insanity that was their mom, but apparently not.
He pushed back the flashback and kept focusing on driving. Those GIW creep tried to ambush him one more time, then he got a bloody cane to beat them with too.
Part 1 here <-
my favorite fictional relationship dynamics:
estranged siblings who now have no choice but to work together (again, premise of my book!!)
rivals/teammates who very obviously dislike one another but have a secret soft spot deep deep down, but that soft spot is more "i don't want you DEAD" than it is any kind of touchy-feely stuff
gruff mentor and sunshiney mentee who have both been horribly traumatized and are jealous about how well the other has coped (sunshiney mentee thinks that it made gruff mentor strong for not letting shit fly under her radar, while mentor thinks mentee showed her strength by choosing to be kind)
best friends who haven't seen one another in years
grouchy genius and sunshiney genius
anyone have anything to add?
6. teacher/student or mentor/mentee relationships that become parental over time because the original parent sucks/is dead.
7. "I thought you were the worst person I ever met when we first started this gig, but now that we've been to war together, I'm sorry for how I prejudged you, but also I still think you're annoying af."
8. enemies who team up in order to stop a bigger enemy, and end up actually liking each other more than they thought.
i love these, particularly 7!! and thank you so much for your sweet tags!! they made me smile!!
Come back, I have to tell you the plot of a fic I’ll never write and get you excited about it so we can all be disappointed with me later
I want to write a book called “your character dies in the woods” that details all the pitfalls and dangers of being out on the road & in the wild for people without outdoors/wilderness experience bc I cannot keep reading narratives brush over life threatening conditions like nothing is happening.
I just read a book by one of my favorite authors whose plots are essentially airtight, but the MC was walking on a country road on a cold winter night and she was knocked down and fell into a drainage ditch covered in ice, broke through and got covered in icy mud and water.
Then she had a “miserable” 3 more miles to walk to the inn.
Babes she would not MAKE it to that inn.
Are there any other particularly egregious examples?
This book already exists, sort of! Or at least, it’s a biology textbook but I bought it for writing purposes:
It starts with a chapter about freezing to death, and it is without a doubt the scariest thing I’ve read in years (and I read a lot of horror fiction).
This book can be downloaded for free on Researchgate, posted there by the author himself:
The Biology of Human Survival: Life and Death in Extreme Environments
Need new blogs to follow. If you're a writer or artist rb this and i'll follow you :)
I love you original stories I love you fake screenshots I love you character sheets I love you oc playlists I love you oc ship names I love you pitch bibles I love you concept art I love you oc comics I love you rambles about worldbuilding I love you rambles about inspiration I love you writing advice I love you “I want it to be a show/comic/book one day” I love you small oc community I love you I love you I love you
Character names are still forth coming for Lucky Charm but I’m thinking maybe Sean or Dean for the main guy.
Sean Cartwright. Sean Summers. Sean Ford. What are we feeling?
Help me name my retired spy
Sean Cartwright
Sean Summers
Sean Ford
Writing Prompt: Three Things
a poor man’s daughter, four black horses, a simple twist of fate