There's something almost Sisyphian in writing from an outline. I know roughly what needs to happen and how long it should take. And yet, as the story gets longer and longer, I am no closer to the end.
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There's something almost Sisyphian in writing from an outline. I know roughly what needs to happen and how long it should take. And yet, as the story gets longer and longer, I am no closer to the end.
I want stories to have characters that like. Realize they're trans and do transition stuff, like name changes and trying new looks, partway through the narrative. I want it to be a major point for their personal arc, but not the be-all end-all of their/the story's existence. Like, imagine we get a full season of a show with a particular cast, right? We get to know them decently well as characters, get kinda settled with them. Then, at some point in the next season, one of the characters realizes he's a girl, and it's a huge step for her personal development, but ultimately the main problem on everyone's minds, our newly cracked egg included, is the dark sorcerer who has bewitched the city council, or whatever else the current major conflict might be. IDK, I just wanna see more trans characters in general, of course, and I also wanna see some of them get to figure shit out bc that's such an interesting space to explore, but I also want some of those arcs to just be part of the tapestry of the lives of people with other things going on in their world. Any kind of person can be trans, and the realization can come at any point in life, and it'd be cool to see that reflected in more stuff.
Oh hey, I'm writing one of those!
I love characters with tunnel vision. False dichotomies. The sunk cost fallacy. Characters who are convinced of their utmost rationality and can even lay out their entire philosophy in logical, impersonal terms and convince others even though the whole of their actions, rationalised to hell and back though they may be, are spurred on by something entirely emotional (and this doesn't stop them from being right on the money about some things). Characters who are at once the most and least self-aware people ever. Characters who know the ins and outs of their psyche like a map they've memorised but can barely tell when they're experiencing a feeling.
wait you have a web serial planned?
I do! @kvothe-kingkiller and I are planning on writing one, though right now were still in the outlining and worldbuilding-document stage. But hopefully in the near future, well actually start writing and getting alpha readers and such!
Im planning on posting a blurb/summary soon, but for now I only really mention it in the tags of posts that remind me of it lol. If anyones interested though, feel free to follow my writing blog @tired-tales. The current planned title is "False Horizons".
Is it a sin, to use a monster's kindness against them?
Yes
No
There is no such thing as sin
There is no such thing as a monster
No act against a monster can be a sin
No one who is kind can be a monster
To answer would be a sin
To answer would make me a monster
What the fuck are you talking about?
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Villain archtypes I'm fairly reliably obsessed with
Obsessed with Fixing Things, either redeeming themselves or restoring some lost paradise, totally willing to let the world burn to the ground to achieve this. (Either through literal time travel or just figuratively here)
Operative of The System whose moral reasoning is, like, 90% sunk cost fallacy at this point, either willfully blind to the corruption around them or quietly contemptuous of their superiors but incapable of conceiving of an alternative.
Ontologically/metaphysically fake or lesser version of someone (changeling, living reflection, post-amnesia personality, incarnate dream, whatever) whose aware they are fake, not dealing with it super well, not at all willing to lay down and die about it.
Utopian extremist type whose earnestly convinced themselves that since they are 100% utterly willing to (and in fact probably will) use themselves as a sacrificial lamb/experimental subject/mean to an a just end, doing the same with everyone else is probably fine, ethically.
I don't know about you guys but i really miss seeing "high fantasy" dragons in media, high fantasy dragons are like Smaug (The Hobbit), Draco (DragonHeart), Saphira (Eragon) and Spyro (Spyro the Dragon games franchise) for example, they have their own free will and cannot be controlled, they are highly intelligent and capable of speaking and even writing or drawing. It seems the version of dragons that has taken over is the animalistic and realistic version, that are basically huge dogs that can breath fire, bring back intellectual dragons that like to make riddles to fool intruders, bring back grumpy dragons that live isolated from everyone but they are actually lonely and in need of a friend, bring back the loyal and brave dragons that are willing to sacrifice themselves to save the ones they love, dragons that will talk to you about the mysteries of the world and the universe, JUST BRING BACK HIGH FANTASY DRAGONS GODDAMIT
Oh hey, False Horizons has those!
Ah shit I dont think any of my posts have ever actually gotten anyone interested before lol. Anyways, False Horizons is a book @kvothe-kingkiller and I are collaberating on. So far weve got a lot of notes and worldbuilding and outlining, but havent actually posted anything from it yet. But I should be posting Something in the next few weeks hopefully, so if youre interested just follow tired-tales
I don't know about you guys but i really miss seeing "high fantasy" dragons in media, high fantasy dragons are like Smaug (The Hobbit), Draco (DragonHeart), Saphira (Eragon) and Spyro (Spyro the Dragon games franchise) for example, they have their own free will and cannot be controlled, they are highly intelligent and capable of speaking and even writing or drawing. It seems the version of dragons that has taken over is the animalistic and realistic version, that are basically huge dogs that can breath fire, bring back intellectual dragons that like to make riddles to fool intruders, bring back grumpy dragons that live isolated from everyone but they are actually lonely and in need of a friend, bring back the loyal and brave dragons that are willing to sacrifice themselves to save the ones they love, dragons that will talk to you about the mysteries of the world and the universe, JUST BRING BACK HIGH FANTASY DRAGONS GODDAMIT
Oh hey, False Horizons has those!
Okay, but who, of all your OCs, would make for the best boss battle and what would said boss battle look like? đ
Miryam kept her spear pointed at the fallen angel. She knew it wouldn't keep her at bay for long. Alexandriel's grey, shabby wings were splattered with blood, much of it Miryam's. Too much of it. With only the sheer cliff behind her, and the angel in front of her, there was little doubt how this would end. The only thing she could do was talk and pray. She hoped it would buy the children enough time to escape. The angel, golden eyes shocking against skin like midnight, just stared at her as she spoke, and the serenity nearly drove her to madness.
"You're a monster. You know that, don't you?"
She merely inclined her head.
"How can you be so calm? What, this is just one more town's children to add to your pyre? Are you so inured to your own evil that you won't even shed a tear?"
"Would that help?"
i love you character whoâs trying to do better but cannot outrun your fate, i love you hope in spite of all proof of doom, i love you despaired attempts at making it right, i love you blind trust even as you know a knife in the back is awaiting, i love you love that doesnât mean anything when faced with greater forces, i love you slow descend into madness at the unfairness of it all, i love you pure heart not strong enough to withstand tainting, i love you justified anger
I love you angry characters I love you revenge arcs I love you protagonists who kill people and donât feel bad about it I love you manipulative heroes I love you gray morals I love you terrifying protagonists I love you characters who hold boiling grudges I love you characters who reveal that their perceived harmlessness was just patience the whole time I love you stories about atonement and rage and vengeance that donât end in forgiveness or guilt I love you stories that explore the healing power of incandescent rage
This is a callout post
People Please babygirl-ify Nador I cant concieve of how it could be done
have come to the conclusion that one of my major criteria for a real god tier ship is if one of the characters has to at some point go âhow do I live with the ethical implications of loving this person who has committed multiple murdersâ
the take that âenemies to lovers doesnât have to involve violence!!!â is so boring. knives to the throat or donât bother
Exactly!
Every time I see one of these posts I'm encouraged to work on Shifting the Horizon
Excerpt from the beginning of "Evil in Benevolence", the article widely attributed for catalyzing the rebellion of c673, which led to the downfall of the Administration.
"Transcript of initial interview with âŹď¸âŹď¸âŹď¸âŹď¸âŹď¸ aka FreeSparrowbg
"AT: Hello.
FS: I don't know who-
AT: You are FreeSparrowbg. We've chosen you to write propaganda.
FS: *laugh* If I am who you say I am, and I'm not admitting anything, then why would I do that.
AT: As I said, we have already definitively identified you.
*sound of paper sliding*
You wish to uncover the "truth" of The Administration. To, quote, "peel back the veil of lies". We are going to assist you.
FS: IâŚare you Not with The Administration?
AT: No, we are. I am Agent Teal
FS: *whistle* 3rd tier agent. I didn't realize I was so important.
AT: Yes you did. Look, this is very simple. You distribute propaganda claiming that behind the claims of equality and utility, we are corrupt, or violent, or whatever other nonsense detractors have spawned. It is incorrect. We wish you to make this known.
FS: IâŚwhat?
AT: You are trusted. Almost all the people who would not listen to us will believe you. And that is, most importantly, because you have integrity. You may hate The Administration for the unfortunate incidents in your past.
FS: Unfortunate?!
*sound of muffles struggling*
AT: Please. We only wish to speak. As I said, you have integrity. You may hate us, but you will not lie to hurt us.
FS: And why would I cooperate with you? Why would I trust anything you showed me?
AT: Because we will not show it to you.
FS: âŚam I missing something?
AT: Yes.
*clinking sound*
Do you know what this is?
thereâs dozens of stories about some kid from our world falling into a different, magical one, being the chosen one or the close companion of the chosen one and saving the world, and then going home where theyâre delighted to see their family again and have a new appreciation of their own life. but what about someone who didnât miss it? what if you save the world and youâre given your medal and stripped of the magic you learned and put back in a world you never missed? and youâre furious.
maybe you gave up a few years of your life. you have callouses and muscles and a few scars and maybe a missing eye or something. you definitely have some blood on your hands. you might have PTSD you canât talk to anyone about. and suddenly youâre fifteen again, in a body thatâs too soft and too short and too complete. youâre always cold because thereâs no magic burning in your veins anymore, and even as you grow up the feeling of not fitting doesnât go away because when you look in the mirror at eighteen you look all wrong: this is not what youâre supposed to look like at eighteen. the sky clouds and you rub at the phantom ache of injuries this body never received. you wake up screaming sometimes remembering the sorcerer who burnt your hand to ashes, or the final battle you almost didnât make it through, or the moment you felt the magic in you go out.
but hereâs the thing: they took you and made you into a weapon that was determined enough and powerful enough to save a whole world. they can put you back where they found you but they canât undo everything. and thereâs this, too: the place between worlds clings to you. you canât tease fire out of the air but you can feel the pull of the doorways all the time, although none of them so far go to your world.
but you try to make it work for a decade, anyway. youâre dutiful. but one night you leave work late and for the thousandth time you catch yourself searching the sky for firebirds. and you break. of the three portals within five hundred miles, one is a howling, frozen wasteland and one is a deep violet void, but one opens into a misty forest that you step into and donât look back. itâs not your world, but if you keep going long enough, youâll get there.
(and maybe much, much later, hundreds of worlds later, you climb through a window, or a door of woven branches int he middle a field, or push aside a curtain, and as you set foot on new land you feel the fire in your veins and sparks at your fingertips and finally, finally, youâre home)
this is going around again and I want to add that if you want to think about sad, angry ex-heroes trying and failing to live normal lives, nothing left to say by imagine dragons is a good song to do that to.
I really want to write a novel about thus.
Imagine the families of the people that came back. Â Imagine seeing your child, kissing them goodnight one night and shutting their bedroom door, or seeing them off to school. Â When you see them again theyâre angry (but they wonât say at what), and a noise that sounds like an arrow whistling through the air makes them turn. Â For a moment you see their eyes darken. Â
They left for school with hunched shoulders, slouching over their work; but they come back and hold themselves tall, and even though theyâre a teenager you canât help but think that no fifteen year old should have that kind of posture, that kind of fire that flashes out sometimes. Â No fifteen year old or sixteen year old should have muscle memory that falters, suddenly, when it realizes it canât keep up with this body
One lost an eye, in their world (not this empty shell of a world that they returned to) and even though they know perfectly well that their left eye here sees just as well as the right one, they find themself spinning to look at people when they talk to them. Â Sudden noises make them whirl. Â Reigning in their intense feeling of self preservation thatâs been honed to make them a hero is too hard to do here, where the skidding of tires is frequent. Â Heroes with missing arms have to explain to their siblings and friends why they are left handed now. Â
The problem of Susan by Neil gaiman is a great read for anyone into this concept
Fantasy adventure hero veterans are a topic I am willing to throw approximately all of my free money at until they get more love. âWhat happens next?â is always a fascinating question.
Hi I just started writing a book with exactly this concept! Come check out my Pulling Hares tag.
(its admitredly pretty sparse right now, but not for long!)