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캠핑한끼

[floralls]

hide & seek by marina weishaupt  ( 500px / instagram)

[mydarkenedeyes]

Jan Erik Waider

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Roche Parstire by Benoît Deniaud

[90377]

There’s a mountain there somewhere by Cheryl

[90377]

Lower Twin Lake by Martin

[ittakesavillage-blog]

[luriashrine]

“You can just tell me.”

There was silence here. Yet not one that was tense therefore it was not heavy with a stillness to it. Though somewhat somber, the two have been sharing a quietude one that was enshrouded in peace before Adrian’s soft voice would break that silence. She looks to him, her eye dull and cloudy with purple and blue blooming upon sickly pale skin. She noted how he flinched once her gaze would turn to him, only imagining just how horrible she must look, how much of a bloody and bruised mess she was. But his hand would squeeze around hers in a reassuring grasp. “You can just tell me,” he repeats. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

Celia smiled.  

There was silence here. And she mulled and mulled and mulled over what to say next. Not one to indulge in her own desires, in wanting oh so badly to allow for her sentiments and woes to finally take flight from her lips, secrets that had been piling up free and for the world to see.

Not that she would have minded. 

There was silence here… and truth to be told, it had been enticing. Enticing to take one sweet bite of sharing the truth to him. And for a moment, for that one, single moment… she had truly contemplated in finally telling him. But it was not within her nature to seek out help. Foolish, she knew, but she did not want to drag her one friend, her only companion to this cruel, cruel world she was bounded to. No, he deserves better than that (yet words would still form, however, these words did not float out from her lips to stagnant in the air. You cannot help me, she wanted to say, You cannot understand what I must go through… you can’t help me, you can’t save me yet I need your help more than ever so please… help me…). 

There was silence here. And she stayed silent, worried. And he stayed silent, worried. And the two would not speak for a long, long time. Their hands laced to each other. The warmth radiating from Adrian’s hand was the one solace that she could find and she was fine with this. 

There was silence here.

[luriashrine]

“What’s the coolest thing about Celia?”

It was a question that came out of the blue and Fai would raise a brow at this, Inessia didn’t seem to mind the bemusement that crossed his tanned features instead she was far too focused on the rice pudding currently in her possession. 

“Uh…” Words seemed to fail him, his thoughts a disorganized mess as he tries and tries and tries to think of a few things that he liked about the person he was tasked to protect. Unfortunately, nothing came to mind. She was about as pleasant and charismatic as those man-eating spiders that lurked deep within Riel’s Woods. Inessia seemed to take this as a valid response, however, for she was quick to supply with her own answer. 

“It’s pretty cool how her face turns all blue when she blushes.”

“I’m sorry how it what?”

Ignoring this, she goes on. “I think what’s neat about her… well, she’s pretty damn clever. I wish I had as much smarts as she does,”

Waving this off, Faine would scoff. “Oh please, you’re smart enough Nessie.” 

Something cool about her, eh? Well… he had noted her ambitions, her will to see those ambitions come true. It was an impossible task to try and kill the grand Sybil and yet Celia has made it her mission to try nonetheless. It was insane, beyond foolish… yet breathtaking to see her unbreakable will. He could admire one thing about her, it would seem. A tiny smirk curls his lips. As if he’d ever like someone like her because of that.

[sunnydwrites]

84 Questions for Developing Plot & Character Roles

What is established in the first chapter?

Who is affected by the inciting incident?

If it’s more than person or group of people, who did it affect the most? 

Positively or negatively?

How do the affected groups react to the inciting incident?

Which “secondary” groups or individuals are also affected, and how?

If there is a group of characters, how do they end up together?

Where is the foreshadowing, if any, in your writing? 

How is it hidden, if at all?

How is your story divided? (Acts, halves — not necessarily marked in writing.)

Do your characters have to do any travelling? 

Why?

How quickly is the main goal of the story established?

What symbolism, is any, is used in your writing? 

What is represented?

What is the prevailing emotion of each chapter/part?

Which characters play the most important roles in your story?

Who is the most “neglected” in terms of roles?

Is there anyone who has a small but majorly important role?

Are any of your characters overloaded with roles?

Does your story have any overarching lesson? 

How is it conveyed?

How does the feeling of the story change from the beginning to the end?

Which events give the most boost between the inciting incident and the climax?

Which event affects the characters the most negatively? 

Is there anyone who is more affected than the others?

Which event affects the characters the most positively? 

Is there anyone who is more affected than the others?

Is there any character who doesn’t seem to be affected by anything as much as anyone else? 

Why?

How does each character change from the beginning to the end of the plot?

What are the top five songs that describe the beginning of your story?

What are the top five songs that describe the end of your story?

What three songs describe your story as a whole?

What role does the main character play? (Hero, antihero, villain, etc.)

Are there any characters that follow overused tropes? 

Is there a reason for this?

Which character has the most important development arc?

If there is a sequel or series, how does this book set up for the next one?

How well-known is the antagonist of the story? 

Is there a reason for this?

Is the fight between protagonist and antagonist balanced? 

Who will win, and why?

How much preparation time are your characters given to face the low point of the story? 

How long does it take them to recover?

Are there cultural differences between your characters? 

How does this affect their relationships?

If the antagonist ever wins, how does it happen? What are the prevailing circumstances?

Is there a point when your characters are just too exhausted to continue on the path they’re determined for?

Is there a “chosen one”? 

How are they chosen?

What motivates the protagonist? 

Does the motive match their characterization?

What motivates the antagonist? 

Does the motive match their characterization?

Does anyone’s motive change by the end of the story?

What does it become?

Is this a positive or a negative change?

What are the highest and lowest points in the motivation levels of each of the characters?

Who is the weak link of the group?

Do they consider themself the weak link?

Are there any barriers that complicate the characters’ ability to reach their goal?

Cultural or language?

Financial?

Issues within the group?

Perspective?

Who gives up the most easily?

Who is the most determined to reach their goal?

Are there any changes that dramatically affect any of the characters?

Is there a character that seems like they’re a perfect fit for everything your story has to offer?

Is there a character who can’t seem to handle anything in your story?

How often do your characters question themselves?

Are there any moments of superfluous exposition in your story?

How does the resolution tie together any loose ends?

Are there any left? Are they left on purpose?

Why is your PoV character the PoV character?

How would your story be different if it was told from the point of view of another character?

Which of your characters do you think are the most memorable? 

Why?

How does the setting (or settings) affect your story?

How would the story be different if it was told in a different setting?

Would any other settings be appropriate to tell this story?

What questions do you want the readers to ask themselves while reading?

How will you get them to ask these questions to themselves?

[ghiblisdaily]

The Tale of the Princess Kaguya  ↪    Kaguya + laughing

[tofuvi]

mood.

[ex0skeletal]

Works by Yuri Hill

[armedandgayngerous]

this is just how the Pacific Northwest is

[luriashrine]

Momentarily relinquishing her endeavor in remaining dauntless Celia could only stare at The Lich with subtle flash of horror swimming in her wide-eyed stare, more than likely flummoxed by what could’ve invoked such wrath. She flinched away and shuts her eyes in an attempt to block out those dark, pitless orbs that held eons of anger and disdain towards those who aligned themselves with the gods, towards the spirits. And though she did not tremble her eyes weaved a story of how much of an effect their anger had on her. 

Faine watches with a careful look to his gaze, arms crossed he leans against the wall his body tense. Inessia was nowhere to be present, he noted. Should anything go south then he was the one who was meant to stop it.

Great.

“I,” she begins in a voice that carried murmuration to it, Celia clenches her fist and at that display, he couldn’t help but scoff. Who was she to try and paint herself as a girl who carried bravery, as though she had some sort of twisted upper hand against The Lich? And yet there had been a minute part of him that almost felt pity towards the former princess. Though he was relucant to put an end to their argument once The Lich would take it too far once more through abuse, he had felt himself wanting to help her.

Strange. 

“It was a mistake. I didn’t mean to–––!”

Tendrils of shadow would surround her as black liquid miasma would trail up her feet and in a gradual pace to her knees. Their way of saying shut up. 

[thewinedarksea]

Norse Gods + Domains

[purplebuddhaproject]

“If you have been brutally broken, but still have the courage to be gentle to others then you deserve a love deeper than the ocean itself.”

— Nikita Gill (via purplebuddhaquotes)

[luriashrine]

i’M PRETTY SURE LAYZE ALREADY KNOWS I’M ABOUT TO GIVE HER PRESENT FOR HER BRITHMAS but I can’t finish it on time so here’s a sneak peak 

I. 

Plunged into a dreary world filled with grey, where there would be a swirl of pure white snow, death was just around the corner, ready claim yet another victim should anyone be foolish or daring enough to wander around during a blizzard. Maaza was neither of those things. She wouldn’t consider herself to be foolish for she was well aware of just how much this was a bad idea and she couldn’t really say that she was brave either due to a degree of fear she had felt when stepping foot into the wrathful storm. Her reminder, her only solace during this nasty weather had been the pendant that rests above her chest. It held the medicine she had been looking for. She brings a hand to grip onto it before she would let go of the trinket and move to bring up her hood while wrapping her cloak tighter around her body, trying to conserve as much heat as she possibly could. Determination would now dictate her actions from here on out.

This is for Alva, had been her mantra throughout this dangerous journey; her thoughts flooded with her bed-bound friend, her pale cheeks painted with an angry red as she would struggle to catch a breath. She had the cure for her illness putting her mind at ease, somewhat.   

II.

Her trudge across the snow had been an arduous task. Far too many times then she’d like to admit, Maaza had tripped over the icy substance; dangerously falling flat on her face. Yet the vial that she held in her hands remained safe and to her, that’s all that mattered.

[nohrwoods-archive]

AMBER HOW DO YOU DO THIS?????????? I LOVE YOU