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omnya-a-shoman · 2 years
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‏انك تقول "لا" دي طلعت حاجة عظيمة جدًا.. سواء قولتها للناس أو للمشتتات في الحالتين في حجم من الراحة يستحق انك تقولها عشانه.
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mikeywayarchive · 1 year
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Bonn // Jun 17th 2022 // Jennifer Ehlers
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star-scrambled · 2 years
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STIMMING OVER LUIGI CURRENTLY HIHIHIIIIII
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f1-stuff · 2 years
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Don’t Blink S3E7 // ‘6-0, you pay for lunch... 6-1, I pay for it.’
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forgetful-river · 1 year
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The Killer Queen herself, six months later!
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sailor-toni · 2 years
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You were only 14 when you decided to fight the world.
Ectober day 6
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world-of-wales · 2 years
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The Duke and Duchess of Cambridge cheer on the competitors as they watch on during the morning swimming heats at the Sandwell Aquatic Centre during day five of the Birmingham Commonwealth Games on 2 August 2022.
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madzmationcreations · 2 years
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inktober day 6 : Yushiro, Chachamaru and Lady Tamayo
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notoverjoyed · 2 years
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Day 6: Freeze vs Burn
It starts like many other dreams she's had: in a library. Jazz runs her fingers along the spines of books as she walks among the stacks. The smell of paper and dust surrounds her, and she breathes in the scent with old satisfaction.
Then she notices something new in the scent. A hot smell, smouldering... Burning! Books, burning!
She's stops her wandering and whips her head around, frantically looking for the source. On one shelf she sees a thin plume of smoke rising from a book.
And then another book, and another! Smoke rising from every book it seems.
A burst of curiosity abruptly cuts through her panic, and Jazz grabs a book from the shelf at random. The smoke wafting from it gets into her eyes and makes then water, but she opens the book anyway.
Then she gasps and nearly drops the book as a thin flame rises from the pages. As if she's summoned an inferno, the library lights up with flame. 
The flame in the book swells too; She stares at it in helpless shock. She can't do a thing to stop this destruction. Flames close in as the library burns around her. Then she wakes up.
She doesn't remember any specifics of the dream, but she's strangely warm, and she smells something burning...
Late late late late late! But here! And more to come...
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powdermelonkeg · 1 year
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Novelist thoughts (aka I am holding myself accountable so help me)
I waited to make this post for over a month, just to make sure it wasn't a passing worldbuilding idea that I liked the thread of (I have a LOT of those, in the hundreds), but this one's stuck around and continued to develop into its own thing.
I need to state that this happens very, very rarely for me. Finding ideas is extremely easy, and finding ones I like enough to obsess over isn't much harder than that. The trouble is hanging onto it without getting bored—it has to develop, partly on its own, and hang onto my attention. As I get deeper into it, rather than approaching a topic and going "I need conflict from this, what can I do?" an idea that sticks long-term continues to give me threads to follow without my bidding.
My biggest (and arguably first) world like this is one called Oremus. I started it in October of 2018 after watching Mary and the Witch's Flower, and I'm still adding things to it to this day. It's a fun world I like to play with, from history to fauna to magic, and my roommate and I sometimes make mini-stories that take place in it that let me expand on it more. However, it's very much a kitchen sink sort of world; it started from a collection of concepts I just found vaguely cool and ran with, and some evidence of that can be seen in its construction—the names of different places having little cohesive identity, the bits and pieces borrowed from media I was into at its inception (which have evolved to become their own things, but still have transparent threads), the kinds of settings I like to explore with it.
This also plays into its size; while it's huge and expansive, with me doing things like making entire biomes just to account for the fact that I wanted giant foxes, there are parts of the world that have much more identity than others, and a cast of nearly a hundred unique characters with their own lives and stories. That's not a bad thing, by any stretch of the imagination. In fact, it's evidence of how much I've been able to grow as a writer over time, and how much practice I've had at making settings and people feel unique with minimal input.
The problem with it is, I built a world without a story to tell.
You could tell a lot of stories in Oremus, but it wasn't made to tell a story. Which means that the things I want to show about it are completely isolated from each other, and trying to build a novel out of it is a daunting task, if not outright impossible. Which country do I start in? What characters do I use? How will cameos of characters I like not derail whatever I'm trying to tell with it, knowing what they're doing at that moment but not being able to show its entirety?
I've tried writing that very story, and I can never really get past the first half of the first chapter, both because the characters I've decided are my protagonists didn't get the same treatment as the characters IN the world, and because I'd have to cut and change so much of the world I made, just to fit them, that it might as well not be that world at all.
I still love it. I still plan to continue to play around in it, build and crash empires and make more and more nuances between countries. But it's not novel-making material, just like a composition notebook wouldn't work as a movie poster.
Another world I've constructed from this feeling is on a much smaller scale, called Amara. That one's a fanfiction exclusive; it takes the world of Fullmetal Alchemist and gives it an opposite foil. For those of you who play Zelda, Amara is FMA's Lorule. The characters have the same names and faces, but a few different traits that set them apart, and the world they live in is dying.
Because it's so small, and because it's fanfiction only, it's very self-contained. It's easy to make it make a story if I want it to. But that then presents the flipside of the coin from Oremus; because it's fanfiction, it wouldn't work as a standalone piece. Even if I renamed everybody and used the world I built as I pleased, without the context FROM the original world, the way I've twisted it doesn't hold any weight to it.
Both of these have been instrumental in my ability to grow as a writer. I learned how to make complex characters. I learned how to craft plots that were interesting and hammer out plotholes—I have my roommate @doin-a-heckin-science to thank for that, since any characters we put into the setting WOULD find those plot holes by interacting with them and asking questions.
Back to my original point.
I think I've caught that shooting star again. It started from an idea, then gathered up more sparks as I thought about it and what it could mean. It's an original idea I've held for a month, building a world around it and giving it its own identity. And the new thing about this one is, I actually have a plot.
Not just a cool story to tell.
Not just characters I want to play with.
Not just an environment I want to show off.
I have an actual plot. With themes. I have subplots and foreshadowing and an ending. I have an outline.
I never make outlines.
I'm writing this here partly, as stated, to hold myself accountable. I love this idea and I don't want it to burn out, which so often happens with fresh new worlds once the novelty's worn off.
But another big part of it is excitement. It's a world I want to see on paper. It's a STORY I want to see on paper. It's something that's actually motivating me to read, and study, and practice, with the hopes of publishing it one day and signing copies, running a blog about its worldbuilding and conlangs.
I don't know how to end this essay thing off. It's just sort of an update on where I am in terms of…ME. It's a thrill and a daunting task and it's something I really, really look forward to.
I'm going to keep it under wraps, at first. I don't know what exactly I can say or not say without wrecking my publishing chances before they've started, and I don't want to disappoint people by talking about things I might have to axe later. But as I get closer and closer to making this book a reality, expect to see more details and ramblings and other such pieces of this puzzle I'm cutting.
Thanks for the read.
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mikeywayarchive · 9 months
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6/18/22 // Anieck van Maaren
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star-scrambled · 2 years
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OCTOWEEK DAY ONE COMPLETE YIPPEE!!!
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elvendara · 2 years
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Jumin Week 2022 6 Oct '22
@juminweek2019
Philia: Affectionate Love/Deep friendship and feeling part of a group
October 6th 2022
“Happy Birthday you old fart!” Zen cackled, his once brilliant silver hair tarnished gray, but still magnificent. He closed his crimson eyes, heavy with cataracts but still sufficient enough to not need glasses.
Jumin rolled his eyes, his once raven locks now as deep a grey as his eyes. “Old fart huh? After all this time you can’t think of anything new?”
Shoving his old friend Zen chuckled good naturedly, remembering a younger man, full of pride. “Let me tease you, I haven’t done that in years!”
“I suppose you’re right, it has been years since you’ve nettled me. My old friend, remember when you hated me?” he grinned, the lines on his face deepening with mirth.
“Not so, I only thought I did because you seemed to have it all! Good looks, money, respect, love! Ahh…” he waved his wrinkled hand and gave a crusty laugh.
“All? Never. It only seemed so. Although, I have to admit, it is awfully nice to not have to worry about money. But I would have given it all up to live a life with my lovely Lillie.” He held his elderly wife, her hair a bright purple now, she loved experimenting with color since her hair became completely grey.
She giggled, as if she was still a young girl of twenty something. In truth, Jumin still saw her as such. The young, beautiful chestnut brown haired girl that had stolen his heart.  The others in the room laughed in good humor as they gathered to celebrate his 70th birthday. The twins, Saeyoung and Saeran, their red hair a thing of history, yet still so whimsical and youthful in their behavior. He hoped that Saeyoung would at least restrain himself from one of his spectacular surprises. He had spoken to his wife, MC, and made it clear that his heart might not be able to take it.
Yoosung had calmed the heart of Saeran and Jumin was all too glad to see how happy they still were together. The younger man, he chuckled at that thought, as he was now old and grey as well, though he still saw him as the young yellow haired boy with so much life and passion that it seemed to make him shine like the sun, still shone as such on those he loved.
Looking around him he was grateful for all that he had. For all that he had been given. Even Jaehee still remained a true and dear friend, though she continuously teased him about the love he had for his once beloved Elizabeth 3rd. So long ago had she passed now, yet he still thought about her and the joy she had brought into his life. Her progeny lived on in the lives of his grandchildren. He watched the young ones as they played and ate the cake that had been meant for him alone. He cared not, enjoying to youthful playfulness.
Three children his loving wife had given him, two daughters and one son. They were the joys of his life, as had his myriad of grandchildren. He could see his wife in them, and himself as well, though he was happy that they had inherited only the best of him and not the worst. He lamented the passing of his father but was grateful for the love the man had given him. He wholeheartedly passed that love onto his children and grandchildren. Love, love had always been more important than respect and money. More important than power and influence, yet because of these very ideals, he had accomplished those selfsame objects.  
His life had been sweetened by those around him. The people who saw right through him and called him on his own bullshit, like Zen, who could still make his blood boil even after all of this time. Yet he was grateful and thankful for that. He loved his friends, his family, and would do absolutely nothing to change a single thing.
“Thank you my friends, for staying by my side. Thank you for all that you have done for me in these long years. I love you all!” he said, tears glistening in his elder eyes.
“You old fart!” Zen guffawed and shoved at the other man. Everyone burst into good natured laughter, the two old men embracing as two old friends are wont to do.
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glimmerofawesome · 1 year
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klaudia2646 · 1 year
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My little snowmen are so cute. We got them many years ago on sale and never put them up. Now they’re standing and glowing. I also put up some reindeers and a sleigh but I don’t have a good picture of them.
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Pokémon A Day - Chespin (#650)
Autumn to me says chestnuts, and picking them off the ground and peeling their shells. I really wish that the Chespin line had some more little prickles, but I can also understand why not. The 3DS would low-key die.
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