Crimson Sun

the personal/writing account of Briar, currently writing the space opera adventure LOTUS EATER (pfp by https://bsky.app/profile/karilows.bsky.social)

[twistcmyk]

LUNACY update #9

finally... the prologue is done... and the premise has been revealed... *collapses*

start from the beginning

[advicefortranskids]

natural voice change

Lower

Boom Your Voice

How to deepen your voice naturally

How to talk with a deeper voice 

How to deepen your voice (pre-t) Voice masculinization

Vocal androgyny in speech and singing

This Phone App Helps Transgender Users Change The Pitch And Tone Of Their Voices (buzzfeed article) 

Higher

Voice Feminization

Pitch, range, resonance, depth

How to develop a female voice

Feminine voice techniques         

[heyheyheyuwannameetthetriplesas]

Someone might need this

[jabberwockprince]

since literally none of the links in this entire post works, I took it upon myself to go find stuff that seems useful rather than let an empty post go around giving others hope lmao. I haven’t tried these myself but maybe it works for some of y’all ? 

please add links if you got other useful stuff too !

Lower :

Voice Deepening Stretches. a tumblr post with pictures to show how.

How To Deepen Your Voice FTM. Alexander Jasper-Jay on Youtube. Pretty much a tutorial for the stretches from the previous post.

How to Make Your Voice Sound Deeper. Howcast on Youtube. Not FtM related or focused, I think this is mostly for acting ? ? ? 

Higher :

How to make your voice feminine. No head voice. No falsetto. Ada Han on Youtube.

How to Completely Feminize Your Voice. An article by Michela, a trans woman.

Vocal Feminization Guide for any voice type. Impulse Collective DID on Youtube.

Emma’s Voice Guide ! Reddit article.

[fruitypies]

to update: Ada Han’s video on how to make your voice more feminine. Part 2

To my trans mutuals/followers or just those who don’t like their voice and want to improve it.

[wholesalemagnesiumoxide]

i think "bedtime abolitionist" is an unserious pejorative and i think less of people who use it. it's bad that children's lives are so heavily regimented, actually, and it'd be good for them to have more autonomy in these matters.

but, yknow. ruthless criticism of all that exists unless it makes you look like a whiny child, or something.

[jackawful]

I used to work extensively with kids and I am unironically a bedtime abolitionist.

Specifically at summer camp, I noticed that trying to enforce a bedtime would result in nights of me going cabin to cabin telling kids to be quiet repeatedly until 1-2AM. Then we would all be cranky and exhausted about it the whole week, and it made me come off like a controlling asshole to the kids cause...I was being a controlling asshole. And like, I was young enough to have really salient memories of having been a camper, so excited to talk to new friends that I didn't sleep - the kids had good reason to stay up!

So I figured out that I could, instead, lay out the first night that they could stay up as late as they wanted, and talk to their friends, as long as they were physically in bed with lights off. I would get a lot more sleep and was better able to function in the morning, and if a kid complained about being tired the next day, I would ask about how long they stayed up the previous night and let them connect the dots themselves. Inevitably, most kids would stay up really late the first night, and then they would self-regulate and get to sleep way quicker, because they were motivated to balance their own wants & needs instead of an adult breathing down their neck about an arbitrary externally-imposed sleep deadline.

I started extending this method to more things, trying to make sure my role was less Authority Figure and more resource for learning how to care for themselves. I went through college and found it was backed up by a lot of the research out there on parenting and teaching styles. Literally just respecting the autonomy of kids in my care and talking them through decisions instead of telling them what to do would make "behavioral issues" evaporate, and make both me and the kids happier. It helped even more when I started working with traumatized kids and teens in foster care after college. Sometimes a kid would even point out to me when a given rule in a workplace didn't make sense and I could give them an exception and/or go to my boss and try to get things changed. Often, arbitrary rules from higher-ups made things way more difficult for everyone.

Trying to explain this to authoritarian parents AND my worse bosses over the course of my childcare career was like pulling teeth.

Kids deeply crave autonomy and responsibility, and if you give them the former they will often gladly take up the latter, but you have to give them the chance to make their own choices and make non-life-threatening mistakes first. But to someone who views a kid as property, or even a well-intentioned perfectionist parent, the idea of giving a kid that autonomy is terrifying, so they try to make it sound absurd to justify maintaining control.

Anyway, yeah, bedtime abolition forever. The kids will do just fine without bedtime.

[fwoggydweller]

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[untitled-writing-projects]

Willowtree Special Southbound

The shape spoke. “You ever hear the one about the wolf and the lamb?” Her fangs and eyes shone in the minimal light that spilled in from the door. She waited for a moment before continuing. “Lamb’s living in a nice fenced in farm on the outskirts of the village, right near the woods. One day a wolf comes in and slaughters some sheep. Then more, then more, even the farmer with his shotgun can’t stop the attacks. The sheep tell the lamb that there’s nothing to be done, that this is the way of the world, but the lamb disagrees.”

Her form was tall and broad. She had a relaxed posture. “Breaks out one day, goes up the mountain, and demands the wolf teach it how to be powerful and ruthless and monstrous.” A flash of light from outside illuminated her wedge-like muzzle. “Lamb trains for years, growing up to become this twisted monster with horns like railroad spikes and jaws that could crush bones even if it couldn’t digest the meat. Wolf tells the lamb that the training is done and they’re going to go together to the sheep pen to hunt.”

Her uniform came into view. Old, without pins or flags, sewn and patched until little beneath remained. “Lamb walks behind wolf. Wolf doesn’t so much as turn around to see the lamb drive its horns into the big dog. Lamb slaughters the wolf in front of all the sheep then says ‘I’ve saved you, we don’t have to live in fear anymore.’ But the rest of the sheep are terrified. The lamb is a monster. The lamb broke the laws of nature. They don’t even recognize their kin anymore. The lamb walks off into the woods and that’s the last the sheep ever hear of it. Soon enough, the ‘laws of nature’ return back to how they once were.”

Ladd Waters, decorated counter-intelligence operative and veteran of two wars, coughed and glared at her. His top half had not yet received the message that his bottom half was exsanguinated on the floor of the boxcar.

“Now imagine that the sheep were able to recognize their kinship with the one who went through hell trying to save them, that maybe she was a monster but she was still as deserving of love and affection and community as the rest of them.” Her eyes were alight, and shining with tears. “I don’t just destroy, I deconstruct. And I live with people who can build something better from what I do.” She took a step forward and growled the last words. “So there’s not a force on this planet strong enough to stop me from protecting them.”

The train moved out from a copse of trees to reveal the warm buttery skies of twilight. The sun was out of view and the purple and pink brushtrokes over the clouds looked like fingers reaching out.

“Seems I’ve been rambling a bit. Sorry about that.” She produced her gun and pointed it at him. “Still, hell of a final view, huh?”

Her eyes moved across the skies. She didn’t bother to look at him while pulling the trigger.

[wolfertinger666]

burn it 🔥

(he/him) 🐇

[wolfertinger666]

said this on bluesky but:

i genuinely encourage non black people to engage with this, who might be worried they can't because of the word "nigga" because they feel like it's overstepping. the only way it would be overstepping is saying it to me when ur not black, but please don't be afraid to engage with black art.

i kinda get annoyed when non black people police other non blacks on how to engage with black culture because it creates a problem where non black people avoid us all together which can be extremely isolating and create even MORE tension and overall being uneducated.

[kolibriisme]

[untitled-writing-projects]

I was inspired.

[feefal]

wamen be sketching instead of focusing on their actual work pile, smh

[lady-of-vitreous-sight]

it is really wild how every time you meet someone low empathy they'll talk about putting in the work to be a good person and be kind to others and how it takes continual effort and is a challenge and maybe you'll have conflicts or friction but they'll try. and every time you meet someone with "normal empathy" they'll just casually ignore the needs of everyone around them because they were assigned good person so it's ontologically impossible for them to be mean (they'd feel bad, and they don't feel bad, therefore it's your fault).

[empress-em-kaldwin]

tdor scribble

I am journals, I am portraits, I am empty boots and jackets. You will give me to the fire And do nothing with the ashes.

Do not print and fucking frame me. Do not read aloud my name. You will give me to the fire And you will not bless the flame.

I have seen my sisters eaten, Carcass picked for souvenirs. You will give me to the fire And you'll save your fucking tears.

I am not your fucking necklace Or your vintage leather belt. You will give me to the fire And keep nothing for yourself.

I was front line at your marches And I faced the fucking guns. You will give me to the fire Because I am fucking done.

I don't want your fucking pity Or your heaven to preserve me. You will give me to the fire Because none of you deserved me.

[untitled-writing-projects]

Visit Original Link

My contribution to this

[untitled-writing-projects]

-A Few Hundred Ordinary Lives-

Her hat, coat, and handgun lay strewn in a pile on the floor next to the corpse of the ship’s political officer. Rain poured in through the broken window of the bridge. Her eyes were mad, fiery. Her cruiser’s guns swung to face the enormous flagship, so close it blotted out half the horizon.

Her sneer widened until her fangs were bared and shining. She gripped the radio microphone like his neck. “As someone once told my mother, ruthlessness is pure. Ruthlessness is simple. Ruthlessness is seeing the line between points and walking it.”

“You–” His voice shook with rage.

The angry sea twisted under the pair of ships amidst the chaos of a horribly failed maneuver. A swell heeled over the flagship, the bright red underbelly flashing in her vision for a mere moment.

Like greedy fingers under a girl’s skirt, as you so eloquently put it.

Her world rocked with the sound and sight of 15 years of rage exploding alongside eight 9-inch cannons.

[kolibriisme]

commission work I did

[kolibriisme]

[lordmonbodo]

Dev Diary 7 - Myth and Dream

Folk tell the stories different in every part of the Valley. Some just tell it in their own way, or as they were taught long ago. Others know secret knowledge, parts of stories they share only with some or new tales outright. I hear beyond the edge of the mountains they tell similar stories but that they grow ever stranger as you travel away from the Heartspring.

And why shouldn’t they? Even the sun may not stare at everyone at once. No one can claim mastery over all, not even a god. It’s only right that places have their own gods to look out for them. Moreover, anyone who knows Dreaming will tell you that nothing is fixed there. It is a river winding back upon itself with a clear surface. It seems eternal but is always in motion.

I will not tell you the Lay of Creation yet. That is a song for certain times of year. Maybe when winter ends. I will tell you of the Coming to the Valley through.

A long time past, before any soul living today can remember, the Kin lived far from here. It was a vast forest around a place where many lakes came together and we made our camps and raised our halls there.

Some of our gods were kept in that time, but we had two we no longer sing of: The Master of Still Waters and the Tree Woman. Those days were hard because the Kin were always at war with the world around them, either on behalf of one god or another or to protect themselves.

So it continued for some time that the people rejected that the world around them lived and felt as they did, and they cut with a cruel knife and were cut in turn….

I wanted to get into a bit of lore this time, but ended up meandering a bit. Next week I’ll post the second half of the myth and bring up a few other aspects of the lore.

[kolibriisme]

Since you all seem to really like my last mech post, you can have another. This is "Trench Sweeper." My Cailban.

[untitled-writing-projects]

Today's lore tidbit!

The S&M-Class (Smoke and Mirrors) Missile Carrier is, much to the chagrin of form-over-function purists in Gilden's naval research offices, the best way to use the currently effective doctrine.

While both naval powers in the Rellion system have a resistance to using new technology, the Gildenian victory against Tannitan carriers using railguns was enough to shift some hearts and minds. Additionally, the success of both the Pancake-Class and the RL-Class showed the strenths of Advanced radar systems and exclusive missile armament, respectively. The S&M is a fusion of the two advantages into a ship that has yet to fully prove itself as a long-lasting craft, but the few in service have had an effective track record.