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Random worldbuilding: A culture where everyone's social status is expressed through how their hair is braided.

Children all have the same kind of a simple, unisex "child's braid" which is meant for their parents to be easy to do - traditionally boys were only taught how to do a "wife's braid" while women braid both their husbands and their children, but a modern man is naturally an attentive father and contributes to both cleaning and feeding, and clothing and braiding his children.

While this kind of knowledge is more accessible in the modern age, the art of braiding is still seen as an intimate family thing, and it's not unusual for a youth to come out to their parents by the way of braids - for example a daughter asking her father to teach her how to do the "wife's braid", or a son asking her mother how to weave the "husband braid" for their future spouse. Or a trans kid asking their parents to give them the other gender's braid when it's time to transition from the child braid into the "unmarried youth" one.

It is nonetheless still somewhat common to see an older gay man with a "wife's braid" or two older women both wearing "husband braids", because that was the only way they were taught to braid a future partner's hair when they were young. They could learn the "appropriate" braid now, but it has become a part of the culture, an old-fashioned gay thing to do. It's pride - if you wear this braid to show that you're an adult with a spouse, why try to hide who braids your hair every morning?

The only braid that one is expected to do on themselves is the widow's braid - the only one that is also unisex, braided in reverse from the simple children's braid. Sometimes, young unmarried adults who have no interest in starting a family switch directly into wearing a widow's braid to signify that they are not looking for a partner and are independent adults on their own.

#kinda want to incorporate this for the Coast Folk #who have braids with meanings! #saving this for later #wip dragonsong

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i love this character so much......i hope they get seriously injured and almost die

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Daughter of a gun (ﾉ´ヮ´)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ No idea if such a thing existed but surely there had to be girls born on board in the Age of Sail?

#👀 #wip hurricane

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Everytime I see posts like this I get filled with such profound sadness

Cause you know who has the same brainrot as you? The same unhinged feelings as you after you've read the fic? The person who always wants to scream about the fic with you?

THE PERSON WHO WROTE IT

I never used to leave comments but since I got into the habit of commenting on everything i enjoy it's been incredible. Especially when the author gets back to me about it and we get to have a discussion of what other ideas they had. One writer replied to my comment with a 5 paragraph essay detailing the Floorplan of the building the characters lived in and it was incredible

Anyways this is all to say that if you find a fic that just makes you want to scream from the rooftops, leave a comment saying that to the author and maybe they will join you and you can scream incoherently together

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One time when I was feeling really insecure about my art my mom said "hey check this out" and sent me an art thing and I was like HOLY SHIT MOM THATS SO COOL DID YOU MAKE THAT and she was like 'no that's yours from highschool' and I still haven't really recovered to be honest

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This is gonna sound rather conceited but I feel like it highlights an issue we have in Art.

I'm good at art. I've never had a hard time making art. I started using crayons before I could walk. Painting, Beadwork, sculpture, sketching, stippling, whatever- once I have a feel for the material, it doesn't take long to start doing what I want with it. It's been a common theme my whole life.

(Y contrast I'm awful at things like dancing, performance, sports, etc- in all things there is balance, right?)

Now, I've taught myself to use so many artistic mediums now that I KNOW how to most efficiently integrate them into the brain database. Once you really *understand* a material, it's much like memorizing the layout of your house, or flexing a muscle, or something in-between- it becomes PART of your brain in a way I cant quite articulate. But to get there involves just fucking around for a bit doing nothing in particular.

And I've found, especially in group settings, that nobody seems to be able to see you make something badly and leave you alone. Even if you say you're fine, you don't want help, you're happy, you're having fun, it's fine, they gotta ride your ass and hover.

I was at a class the other day for something I hadn't done before. The medium was one I've never used, so once the instructor told us the basics I started experimenting with weight, gravity, texture, viscosity, saturation, temperature, etc. The instructor had given enough info to know what was dangerous and what was safe, and beyond that I just wanted to absorb what I could about it.

And no insult to the instructor, but they kept checking in. Which was fine the first few times.

But then, without asking me what I was trying to do, started giving tips. That I told them I was grateful for but didn't really need just yet. If I had a question, I'd ask.

But they kept coming over. And touching my shit. And manipulating my project. And touching my hands. And using my tools. Without fucking asking.

And this happens every time. EVERY TIME. And by now I know the best way to get them to fuck off is to make something way beyond their expectations so they know I'm capable, then go back to doing what I want.

So I did. I wanted to keep having fun and learning, but instead I made something beautiful that I really didn't want to make, and wasted my time, and really didn't learn what I wanted to learn at all. I knew the formula to create a beautiful thing, so I followed that formula the same way I have a hundred times before, and didn't get to try anything spontaneous or ugly or exciting, just so I could be left alone.

And I know when I was a kid, I was aware aware people saw me puttering alone on something ugly assumed I had a special issue and treated me like I was stupid because of that. (I was neurodivergent.) And at at time I knew that I could do a neat trick for them like a trained pony and they'd go, "Oh, surely they aren't defective if they can do something like that!" And piss off.

But what if I hadn't known how to do that?

What if I hadn't been talented, or "special"?

What if I'd been just any other average kid trying to learn, and I couldn't pop something pretty out of my ass to get them off my back?

My problem my whole life has been that I haven't been allowed to make anything ugly in peace. I'm capable of beauty, so I have to make beauty, or get stepped on. And once people see what I can do, they get loud about it. "Look at this! Look what they did! We all know who the best is, don't we?". And that used to feel good, but it's tiring.

And how many people like me just wanted to play? Just wanted to have fun and experiment? Who were having fun with no goal in mind, or just took longer to learn, who gave up because of all the obnoxious helpers breathing down their neck with no way to shake them off?

How many of us are made to feel defective because we aren't doing things beautifully?

I have a lovely piece of art I didn't want to make.

I think I'm gonna frame it.*

(*I think I'm gonna burn it in my yard.)

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#I could do the speech #after you hit a certain number of audience members it stops meaning anything #they become faceless #so whatever

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Reblog to make your blog a cozy tavern for your followers to stay in/visit

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Smiling like a psycho because my blorbo just got hurt

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i always mean it when i say i love you btw

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OP made the post unrebloggable but said it's fine to screenshot and I'm in love with this

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Ooh The Tempest and the Night is a very fun title 👀

Thanks! :D It's currently the last book in The Case-files. (Whether it stays the last is another matter...) Unlike the other books, it has two murder mysteries:

Murderer 1 kills Victim 1 and buries him in a forest. Murderer 2 is a serial killer who buries her victims in the same forest. She discovers Victim 1 and knows he isn't one of her victims -- she kills teenagers, and he's an adult. She thinks the police might come looking for him and find her victims at the same time. So she digs him up and puts him in a recently-buried coffin at the local cemetery.

Then a rainstorm washes the coffin out of the grave.

Yo-han gets involved and tries to figure out why the body was moved. He also realises there's a serial killer on the loose, because far too many students are "running away" from school and never being seen again.

For most of the book he thinks he's looking for only one murderer. It's only after he catches the serial killer that he realises someone else killed Victim 1.

#👀👀👀👀👀 #others’ writing #nerissa I feel like you’ve found your niche and it is so delightful to watch

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a Compilation

these r the only nanowrimo excerpts ur gonna get for the time being lmao

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What are some chronic illnesses that can only occur in a fantasy setting?

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Humans have finally managed to land on Mars, only to find a locked safe buried in the Martian soil. The key is apparently on Earth, but no one knows where.

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sometimes you just have to write 2300 words on your phone at one in the morning

but like, why? last line tag!

twelve copper coins from @avrablake two silver coins from @autumnalwalker half a gold coin from @antihell

still on the star wars fic. I'm trying not to let it get derailed by a the new versions of it I didn't mean to start developing in my head.

You've always loved rain.

As a child you'd sit inside the mouth of a cave and watch it melt the landscape around you, bleeding the rock and painting the ground. You loved to be out in the wet, to climb over slippery rocks with perfect balance and fear nothing.

Thunder was equally loved. On Retevya, rain and thunder never mixed. You'd either be drenched or surrounded by the claps and crashes of the stormy air. Lightning sometimes joined, a fantastic display across purple skies that delighted you, but the thunder stopped as soon as the rain started.

The first time you experienced a storm with rain echoed by thunder and lit by lightning was the night your brother died.

this doesn't even make sense with the personal history I've made up for her but whatever, I'm not writing this for ao3. yet. I'm slowly losing my fascination with second person so this could start being in 3rd present soon enough. we'll see.

@sleepy-night-child @moondust-bard @daisywords @uraniumwriting OR ANYBODY

#SLEEPY THIS IS BEAUTIFUL #WHAT A LEAD IN #SO ATMOSPHERIC #AND THEN GUT PUNCH OW #others’ writing #have been blessed by sleepy #💙

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Fucked up how humanity discovered electricity and radiation and made machines and learned to make airplanes and cured diseases and our takeaway isnt that "Some Magic Is Real And Here's Why", but that magic is fake this is big boy science and it's totally not magical