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saltysplayt00ns · 3 months

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FlameGuard Tribe Reworked

H E R E I T B E

I had more writing involving them but ya know, It got lost somewhere, but its also good cause I have a fresh mind to write better. Take note that anything most is going by concept and not 100% fully of cultural accuracy and may lean into animal similarities and/or mindset. If I recall what I wrote from the past, I wanted to rework on Flametribe cause they could’ve been a nice add in of the story; HOME, since they can easily interconnect with the others in some way. I do not like the fact the author just randomly has a blatant culture without respect nor branching out to flesh the ethnicity, it’s no different when media/companies use ‘ tokens' or checkmarks to fill in, and to avoid being blacklisted. Doesn’t help that the tribes are all cookie-cutter, copy-pasted format.

A mix AWD x Dingo breed Called Emberkin or Caniflamma Nexus

Flame tribe or As I edit their names to Ignisylvan Enkindlers Or Emberfang Tribe for remembrance later, is a AWD and Dingo mixed themed pack around Africa/Australia? They prefer dense forests, and more open terrain with tall grasses.

Belief

Instead of muskrats because ‘teehee funny.’ Laughing at others' beliefs is funny right? Look, I made a joke?…guys…seriously, this could have executed Better on the jokes - it gets cheap and just - lacks taste. Worse it's Rhovanion, a character that is less likely to make jokes like this, Axilyah I would not be surprised.

Their belief revolves around the idea of a sacred bond between the members of the pack, a belief that through their bond, achieving the collective omnipotence and immortality through unity, not for personal gain but for the collective well-being of the tribe and their offspring. This belief emphasizes the importance of a harmonious pack, with leaders serving as immortal parental figures, guiding the tribe through a shared legacy. Rituals and ceremonies reinforce this commitment, celebrating the pack's unity and the perpetuation of their unique cultural tapestry across generations.

Omnipotent Unity:

The heart of the Ember-Fang tribe lies in the concept of omnipotent kinship. The pack believe that by harmonizing their strengths, skills, and unique traits, they can achieve a state of collective power that transcends the abilities of any individual. This union is not just physical but extends to the emotional and spiritual realms, binding the pack members in a profound connection.

Immortality through Legacy:

Unlike the traditional notions of immortality, the Canid union emphasizes achieving a form of everlasting existence through the perpetuation of the pack's legacy. Leaders are considered immortal in the memories of their descendants, as they become the guiding spirits, watching over the pack and guiding future generations.

Parental Figures:

The pack's leaders are revered as the ultimate parental figures, embodying the qualities of both motherhood and fatherhood. They are responsible for nurturing and protecting the younger members, imparting wisdom, and ensuring the well-being of the entire pack. This parental role extends beyond biological relations, fostering a sense of communal care and responsibility.

Generational Tapestries

The generational tapestry woven by the canids holds immense significance in preserving the collective wisdom, history, and cultural values of the pack. It serves as a living testament to the shared journey of the tribe, highlighting the contributions of each generation and reinforcing the ideals of the Canid Covenant. Through intricate patterns and vibrant colors, the tapestry becomes a visual representation of the pack's unity, strength, and the eternal bond between its members. How do the dogs make the tapestries with the limitations?

Communal Weaving: The pack engages in communal weaving, where each member contributes by using their teeth to manipulate and intertwine the fibers. The collaborative effort from all members not only strengthens the bonds within the pack but also compensates for the lack of individual dexterity.

Natural Material Adaptation: The canids select materials that are more manageable with their paws. Flexible vines, grasses, and strips of bark become the primary elements, chosen for their pliability and ease of manipulation. The pack members use their teeth to tear and strip these materials into manageable sizes. additionally, they have contractions that are used by paw and jaws for protection and to make working the material capable.

Terrain Utilization: Rocks and natural formations are employed as makeshift tools. Canids use flat stones to press and secure woven sections, ensuring durability. They may also utilize tree trunks or the uneven ground to create tension in the fibers, aiding in the weaving process.

Tail Assistance: The members cleverly employ their tails to hold and stabilize certain sections of the tapestry as they work. allowing for a more controlled weaving process and prevents unraveling.

Layered Approach: Understanding their limitations, the canids adopt a layered approach to tapestry-making. Instead of intricate, fine details, they focus on bold patterns and larger motifs that can be achieved with their paw-centric techniques.

Natural Dye Techniques: The pack extracts colors from local flora and fauna, crushing berries or plants to create pigments. The canids use their paws to apply these natural dyes, embracing the imperfections and variations in color as a testament to the wild and untamed essence of their craft.

Guidance from Elders: The older, more experienced members of the pack take on leadership roles in the tapestry-making process. They guide the younger canids, sharing their wisdom and ensuring that the traditional techniques are passed down through generations.

Example tapestries, each tribe has their own distinctive theme and style that makes them unique.

The colors usually being Earthy browns and greens, Bold red and blues and Golden hues. Having symbolic significance to each of these colors. The red and blue are used for important events; successful hunts, important rituals and birth of new leaders while gold is reserved for representations of the leader’s legacies.

Patterns and Differentiation:

Patterns within the tapestry play a crucial role in differentiating between pack and family lines. Each pack develops its unique set of symbols and motifs that reflect their particular strengths, challenges, and cultural nuances. Families within the pack may have individual patterns, creating a subtle but distinguishable thread within the broader tapestry. This visual language enables The Emberkin to identify their own and fosters a sense of belonging and continuity.

As the tapestry grows over the generations, the patterns evolve, incorporating new elements that represent the changing dynamics of the pack. The elders, keepers of tribal wisdom, guide the younger members in maintaining the integrity of these patterns, ensuring that the tapestry remains a vivid reflection of the tribe's endurance through time.

Paint & Scarifications

Different ways of painting the fire for either members or tribe.

The Fire color, a vibrant and intense hue, represents the fiery spirit of the pack, embodying qualities such as passion, strength, and the unwavering commitment to the embers.

Members of the pack adorn themselves with Fire-colored paint markings during important ceremonies and rituals. Often take the form of bold streaks or intricate patterns across their fur. The Fire color serves as a visual representation of the pack's collective strength and unity, reaffirming their commitment to the community.

Paint is used mostly on members but leaders are given scarification for identification along with imbedding their beliefs of the pain they’ll endure to protect, nurture and guide the pack and family while also given the blessings from the spirits/gods to guide and protect them after passing the ritual.

The paint contrasting with the Mottle patterns or any in general have a harmonized contrast; bold hues of vivid oranges, deep blues, and radiant yellows are strategically chosen to create a visual contrast against natural tones. The tribes honor their ancestral roots by incorporating patterns reminiscent of ancient symbols or motifs passed down through generations. It is a visual tribute to their cultural heritage and the enduring legacy of the Emberkin.

Scarification:

Scarification practice involving intentional scarring of the skin, is adopted by the canids as a physical manifestation of their endurance, resilience, and commitment to the pack. Scarification patterns are created using sharp rocks or bone implements, leaving lasting marks that tell a story of hardship, perseverance, and integrity.

Parental Leaders' Scarification:

The parental leaders, embodying the ideals of the Covenant. These scars, etched with precision and purpose, symbolize the challenges they have faced and overcome for the greater good of the pack. Each scar carries a specific meaning, representing a lesson learned, a trial endured, or a sacrifice made. Aligns with the pack's commitment to facing challenges, persevering through hardships, and upholding the integrity of the pack.

The use of Fire color in paint markings and scarification reflects the intense energy and enduring nature of their beliefs.

STRUCTURE

Pack Name: Azuflare & Emberfang Family

Within this big Tribe of mixed packs forming one big congruent; Ember and Azu is has the highest amount of living members integrating and contributing to the diversity of a larger community.

Hierarchy and Role

Parental Leaders: Osiris and Kellan, as the parental leaders, hold the highest rank, making crucial decisions for the combined Family's survival and well-being.

Elders: Elders provide wisdom and counsel to the pack, offering valuable insights based on their experiences. Their role is respected, and their guidance influences major decisions.

Huntmaster: The Hunt masters oversees the pack's hunting endeavors, ensuring a stable food supply. This role is crucial for the Emberkin Family's survival in the harsh wilderness. They're also the one's to defend the tribe and be sent to battle, for many members take this role if not an artisan.

Artisan: The Artisan is responsible for preserving cultural traditions and crafting essential items for the pack. This role upholds the Tribes identity through artistic expression and practical skills. ____________________________________

Leadership Structure:

The Emberkin and Azuflare Family operates as a close-knit pack descended from their sole leaders, deeply loyal and bound by strong family ties. The parents, as the pack's leaders, hold a revered position, and abandonment by parental figures is considered a severe transgression.

Attitude Towards Betrayal:

Betrayal is taken extremely seriously within the tribe. The consequences are so profound that they may extend to wiping out an entire bloodline, holding a deep-rooted grudge against any surviving children. Leaving the pack without proper permission and introduction can lead to tensions within neighboring packs, emphasizing the tribes commitment to respect, etiquette, and preventing unnecessary conflicts.

Grudge and Retribution:

The Emberfang tribe carries a deep, guttural grudge, and those who abandon their own are not only ridiculed but also hunted down or forced out of the area. Packs or alliances harboring such traitors face similar condemnation until the grudge is resolved.

Cultural Traditions:

Within the tribe, outside marriage is uncommon for those without ancestral connections. Arranged marriages are prevalent, especially when forming alliances with other packs. The Tribes, with the ancestral syllables, represents separate family lineages arranged by tradition.

Alliance and Disapproval:

The Emberfang Family values alliances but is cautious in forming connections. Packs harboring traitors are deemed as traitors themselves until the matter is resolved. This emphasizes the Emberfang commitment to loyalty, respect, and preserving the integrity of their lineage.

In essence, the Emberfang and Azuflare Family is a deeply rooted, conservative pack that values family, loyalty, and respect. Betrayal is met with severe consequences, reflecting their commitment to maintaining the honor and unity of their bloodline. The ravel cultural dynamics, arranged marriages, and the cautious approach to alliances underscore the tribes' adherence to their unique traditions.

Brief Backstory

They were originally Azuri/Azura but changed to Emberfang Tribe

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Osiris:

Osiris exudes a fiery and passionate demeanor, driven by a deep sense of loyalty and protectiveness toward her family. Her emotions can be intense, especially when the safety of the pack is at stake, leading to fiery outbursts that reflect her protective instincts. Osiris is quick to respond to threats, sometimes allowing her emotions to momentarily blind her to reason. Despite this, her heart is steadfastly devoted to her family, and she possesses a fierce determination to ensure their well-being. Osiris values tradition but is willing to challenge norms for the sake of her family's survival.

Kellan:

Kellan embodies a calm and composed nature, providing a stabilizing presence within the Emberkin Family. He is slow to anger, thoughtful, and methodical in his approach to challenges. Kellan's phlegmatic temperament makes him a patient and understanding mate to Osiris. While he may not share the same intensity of emotions as Osiris, Kellan's steadfastness serves as a crucial anchor for his mate during moments of fiery outbursts. He values harmony and balance within the pack, often playing the role of a peacemaker. Kellan's wisdom and measured responses complement Osiris's fiery nature, creating a dynamic partnership.

Dynamic and Contrast:

Osiris and Kellan's personalities create a dynamic contrast within the Emberkin Family. Osiris's passionate and impulsive nature contrasts with Kellan's calm and methodical approach. While their differences occasionally lead to conflicts, their individual strengths complement each other, forming a powerful synergy. Osiris's fiery emotions are tempered by Kellan's calming influence, and Kellan finds strength and purpose in Osiris's fierce determination. Together, they form a united front against threats to their family, becoming a formidable duo that outsiders and enemies approach with caution.

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Summary: Emberkin's Descent into Deception

In the heart of Emberfang traditions, Osiris and Kellan's union emerged from the intricate tapestry of predetermined matches between packs. Osiris, with her fiery spirit and unwavering loyalty, represented the Emberkin Family, while Kellan, known for his composed nature, stood as the chosen mate. Their union, crafted for strategic alliance, initially bore the strain of their contrasting personalities.

As Emberkin parental leaders, Osiris and Kellan faced a medical crisis as Osiris was a soon mother to be, prompting an alliance with the Capitol despite it not favored by their culture. the decision that would unravel and crumble in the face of a brutal wolf attack ( Jahla & Thakir ). Among the losses were family members, including Osiris's brother Taku and Anzi, the daughter of an artisan. Nursing emotional wounds, Osiris and Kellan severed ties with the Capitol, forging a path marked by unconventional alliances.

The emotional toll of family losses tested Emberkin resilience, propelling Osiris and Kellan and surviving member's to hold through on their own. With Osiris's fiery determination, a force driven by her loyalty to family, found balance in Kellan's patient guidance. Together, they navigated the aftermath of tragedy, seeking now vengeance against Jahla and Thakir, wolves responsible for the massacre.

In a morally complex choice, the Emberfang tribe aligned with Ranach, an exiled outsider with selfish motives. While Jahla and Thakir fueled the Emberkin's quest for justice, Ranach's manipulation threatened the family's integrity. The Capitol's favoritism towards wolves added another layer of complexity in their journey.

Osiris and Kellan's love, born from a predetermined match, evolved beyond tradition, becoming a testament to unity and the strength found in embracing the hardships. Their journey, marked by challenges, alliances, and love, painted a tale of survival, deception, and the resilient spirit of the tribe.

Emberkin Coat Variations and Markings

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Inheriting a default black hue, Emberkin coat genetics showcase a diverse array, including liver, darker tan, and red variations. Pups with ginger and yellow coats often thrive in desert and plains territories. The rarest hues, such as diluted blues and faded Isabellas, add a touch of uniqueness.

Emberkin coat patterns draw inspiration from African wild dogs and Australian Dingoes. The base coat's darker tones serve as an ancestral foundation, aiding in the prominence of distinctive markings. Mottled, tricolored, or two-toned patterns embellish the coats, manifesting as either subtle fades or bold, pronounced blotches.

The choice of darker base coats among the Emberkin is not merely aesthetic; it serves a practical purpose. These common coat patterns contribute to the perception of health and provide effective camouflage during hunting, particularly in the dim light of dusk and nightfall. The mottled, tricolored, or two-toned markings enhance their adaptability in the wild, allowing the Emberkin to blend seamlessly with their surroundings.

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It's more better and correlates to the information here;

Scene: EmberFang Family Confronts the Capitol

The Emberkin Family, led by Osiris and Kellan, confronts the Capitol officials, expressing their discontent with the perceived favoritism towards the wolves and unprofessionalism.

Osiris (fiery determination):

"We did not forge alliances and shed blood to be treated as expendable pawns! Our family suffered losses, and what did the Capitol do? Turned a blind eye, favoring wolves over our kin!"

Kellan (composed but firm):

"We seek unity, not divisive favoritism. Your actions endanger the delicate balance we've strived to maintain. We won't tolerate such disrespect to our family or any other tribe."

Capitol Officials, taken aback, attempt to explain their decisions.

Capitol Official (defensive):

"It's a matter of strategy. Wolves provide a different kind of strength, and we have to make decisions that benefit the Capitol and tribes as a whole."

Osiris (indignant):

"You speak of strength, yet you disregard the strength forged through generations of our unity. We won't stand by and watch our family's sacrifices belittled for political convenience."

Kellan (calm warning):

"Spread the word to your superiors. The Capitol's unprofessionalism won't go unnoticed. Favor wolves if you must, but know that other tribes will hear of your betrayal."

The Emberkin Family, fueled by a mix of anger and determination, leaves the Capitol, severing ties that were once deemed essential for survival. As the Emberkin Family readies to leave the Capitol officials, Jahla, Thakir, and a rabbit happen upon the scene, drawn by the outcries and angry growling. The leaders stop for only a moment, but a moment enough for the Capitals last whine of intervening.

Capitol Official (pleading):

"Leaders, please see the reason! The wolves, in their instinctual defense, are willing to compensate the tribes for any losses through alternative means that avoid bloodshed. Moreover, the Capitol is prepared to contribute their own compensation to ease the burden. Please, Consider the greater benefits!"

The Capitol's words like a slap, anger and baffle the leaders even more, intensifying the confrontation.

Osiris (furious):

"Benefices? Compensation? Your blindness astounds me! We won't be swayed by your audacity!"

Kellan (disgusted):

"You speak of reason, yet you fail to recognize the pain and loss inflicted upon us. Your ignorance is intolerable!"

Osiris (sensing the haunting echoes of the past):

Despite the Capitol and others not smelling the iron scent, Osiris pinpoints and familiarizes with the old blood of her dead family, lingering through the air like an ominous taunt. Osiris sharply locates the smell to Jahla and Thakir. Them.’ How dare they show their faces after the murders have they no shame’, It took every fiber of her being to hold herself back. Resolving to leave with her mate, Kellen, both simmer with a quiet rage, their departure laden with an unsettling discontent.

Jahla (shivering with fear and sadness):

"What have we walked into, Thakir? Their anger is...overwhelming."

Thakir (solemn):

"We are witnesses to a storm, Jahla. A storm we might get caught in if we're not careful."

Rabbit (eyeing Jahla wearily):

With weariness, the rabbit observes Jahla, sensing the impending turmoil.

As Osiris and Kellan leave, the Capitol Officials, saddened by the loss of the alliance, reflect on the consequences of their decisions. Jahla shivers with fear, Thakir remains solemn, and the rabbit watches Jahla with a wary gaze.

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Thank you everyone who made it this far, and Hope you enjoyed this meaty blog and that the rewritten tribe adds more depth and interests.

Ps...if this ends up being snuck into home, just so you know, I'm the OG that did it.

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mikhardwheat · 1 year

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You know the concept is good when you describe it to your friend and the only thing they say in reply is "you're crazy"

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darkenedroses-world · 1 month

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Cloud Nine Connections — ElasticDroid x Reader

f!reader, light fingering, weed smoking, sex while high

You and Droid were lounging together on the couch, the soft glow of the television casting a warm ambiance over the room. The evening was quiet and relaxed, the perfect setting for a chill session with your friend. As you reached for your Blue Mango by Gelato weed cartridge, Droid's curiosity piqued. "Wait, what's that? Is that a new cart?" he asked, his interest evident in his voice. You grinned in response, knowing that Droid would be intrigued by your latest acquisition. "Yep, just got it the other day. Blue Mango. It's supposed to be pretty potent," you replied, excitement tingling in your veins as you prepared to indulge in the sweet aroma. With a flick of your wrist, you popped the cap off the cartridge, releasing a burst of fragrant vapor into the air. The room was instantly filled with the tantalizing scent of blue mango and creamy gelato, promising a blissful high to come. "Holy shit, that smells so good," Droid exclaimed, his eagerness palpable as he leaned in to catch a whiff of the intoxicating aroma.

“Let me try," he added, reaching out to take the pen from your hand. You obliged, passing him the pen with a knowing smile. Watching as he took a long draw from the cartridge, holding the smoke in for a moment before exhaling slowly. The sweet scent of Blue Mango filled the air once more as he passed the pen back to you. As you took your own hit, reveling in the smoothness of the vapor and the sweet taste on your tongue, you couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation building between you and Droid. Little did you know, this innocent chill session was about to take an unexpectedly passionate turn. You settled into the plush couch beside Droid, the soft cushions enveloping you in comfort as you prepared to indulge in some quality time together. With the television flickering to life in the background, you took a long draw from your cart, letting the smooth smoke fill your lungs.

As you exhaled, a sense of relaxation washed over you, the familiar buzz of the weed cartridge beginning to take effect. Turning to Droid with a contented smile, you remarked, "I definitely need to get another one of these. This stuff is really hitting the spot." He chuckled in agreement, his eyes already starting to glaze over from the effects of the weed. "That flavor specifically, or any others from Gelato?" he inquired, his curiosity piqued by the mention of different options. You pondered for a moment before shrugging. "Maybe this flavor again, or I might mix it up with something different," you replied, the possibilities of future indulgences dancing through your mind. Lost in your own little world, you and Droid whiled away the hours together, snacking on junk food and flipping through TV shows before delving into random videos on YouTube. The soft glow of the screen illuminated your faces as you shared laughs and exchanged banter, the gentle hum of conversation filling the air.

Despite the casual atmosphere, there was an underlying sense of intimacy between you and Droid, a shared connection forged through moments of shared laughter and mutual understanding. Little did you know, the tranquility of this chill session was about to give way to a newfound passion and desire. As the buzz from your pen began to fade, an unexpected sensation washed over you. Instead of feeling drowsy, you found yourself more awake and alert than when you had sat down. The room seemed to glow with newfound clarity, every detail sharp and vibrant, and a restless energy pulsed through your veins. Droid, sensing the shift in atmosphere, turned to you with a mischievous grin playing on his lips. "You know what would be better than this?" he teased, his voice laced with anticipation. Caught off guard by his boldness, you raised an eyebrow inquisitively. "What?" you prompted, your curiosity piqued.

“Sex," Droid declared, his words hanging in the air like a tantalizing promise. Your heart leapt in your chest at his suggestion, a rush of heat flooding your cheeks as you met his gaze. Before you could formulate a response, Droid closed the distance between you, his lips capturing yours in a searing kiss. At first, you froze, unsure of how to react to his sudden advance. But as Droid's tongue danced against your lips, coaxing you to respond, something primal stirred within you. With a soft sigh, you surrendered to the intoxicating embrace, your lips moving against his with growing urgency. Lost in the heat of the moment, you melted into Droid's touch, your hands tangling in his hair as you deepened the kiss. Each brush of his lips sent sparks flying through your veins, igniting a firestorm of desire within you. As the world around you faded into oblivion, the only thing that mattered was the person pressed against you, their warmth seeping into your very soul.

In that fleeting moment of passion, you knew that nothing else could compare to the intensity of this shared connection. As the heat of passion consumed you, your hands instinctively sought out Droid's warmth, trailing up his shirt to explore the firm contours of his back. With each touch, you felt a surge of electricity coursing through your veins, igniting a firestorm of desire within you. Droid's soft moans echoed against your lips, fueling the flames of arousal as you lost yourself in the intensity of the moment. The world around you faded into oblivion, leaving only the sensation of his lips on yours and the intoxicating heat of his body pressed against yours. With a boldness born of desire, Droid's hand ventured between your legs, teasing at the fabric of your shorts with tantalizing precision. A gasp escaped your lips as his fingers found your clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure rippling through your body. “Jaime," you moaned softly, the sound barely audible over the rush of blood in your ears.

With practiced skill, Droid's fingers worked their magic, tracing slow circles around your sensitive nub and coaxing soft whimpers of ecstasy from your lips. The sensation was almost overwhelming, sending waves of pleasure crashing over you in relentless waves. But Droid didn't stop there. With a hunger born of passion, he slipped two fingers inside you, the sensation of his touch sending sparks flying through your veins. You leaned your head against his shoulder, your head spinning with the sheer intensity of it all. As his fingers moved in a rhythm as old as time itself, pumping in and out of your throbbing core, you surrendered to the pleasure, your body arching instinctively towards his touch. In that moment, nothing else mattered except the intoxicating sensation of Droid's fingers inside you, driving you to the brink of ecstasy and beyond. Without a word, Droid rose from the couch, his eyes ablaze with desire as he extended a hand to pull you up with him.

Without hesitation, you followed his lead, allowing yourself to be led to the bedroom where the promise of intimacy awaited. The lights in the bedroom were dim, casting a soft glow over the room and adding to the air of anticipation. The mattress beckoned invitingly, its softness a welcome contrast to the tension that crackled between you and Droid. As soon as you reached the bed, Droid wasted no time in pulling you down onto the mattress with him. With his back against the soft fabric, he positioned himself beneath you, his gaze locking with yours as you hovered above him. Desire burned in Droid's eyes as he gazed up at you, his hands roaming eagerly over your exposed skin. Without a word, you leaned down to capture his lips in a searing kiss, the taste of him intoxicating on your tongue. As the kiss deepened, a surge of electricity pulsed between you, igniting a firestorm of passion that threatened to consume you both.

With trembling hands, Droid reached for the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head with a sense of urgency. You reciprocated his actions, your fingers deftly undoing the buttons of his shirt before sliding it off his shoulders. With each article of clothing removed, the tension between you grew, fueling the flames of desire that burned within. Soon, you were both completely undressed, your bare bodies pressed against each other in a delicious tangle of limbs. Soft moans escaped your lips as Droid's throbbing dick rubbed against your aching pussy, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Lost in the haze of desire, you surrendered yourself to the moment, allowing yourself to be consumed by the intoxicating heat of passion that enveloped you both. In that moment, nothing else mattered except the person lying beneath you, their warmth seeping into your very soul.

Without uttering a single word, you took control, positioning yourself above Droid and guiding him inside you. As he filled you completely, a low, guttural moan escaped his lips, igniting a firestorm of desire within you. With each thrust, the tension between you intensified, the exquisite pressure against your G-spot driving you to the brink of ecstasy. Droid's hands found purchase on your hips, urging you to move faster as he vocalized his pleasure, his moans mingling with yours in the hazy atmosphere of the bedroom. The symphony of your lovemaking filled the air, punctuated by the rhythmic sound of skin on skin. Every movement brought you closer to the edge, the anticipation building with each delicious thrust. Locked in a passionate embrace, you met Droid's gaze, the intensity of his stare sending shivers of anticipation down your spine. In that moment, you saw nothing but unbridled desire reflected back at you, a hunger that mirrored your own.

And then, in a rush of pure ecstasy, it happened. You both reached the peak of pleasure simultaneously, your orgasms crashing over you like a tidal wave. The intensity of it all threatened to overwhelm you, your bodies trembling with the force of your release. As you collapsed onto Droid's chest, breathless and spent, the world around you seemed to fade into oblivion. All that existed in that moment was the sensation of his arms wrapped around you, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat a comforting lullaby in the aftermath of your passion. For a timeless moment, you remained entwined in each other's embrace, the weight of the world lifted from your shoulders. In that quiet intimacy, you knew that you had found something truly special in each other.

#elasticdroid #elasticdroid x reader #concept writing #nsft concept #youtube

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vampirevatican · 10 months

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More Hobie walking in on you to music playing? call me delivery bc i ain't digorno. (fluff and nsfw)

bc i love shenanigans.. and my fave blog for hobie content has grabbed me by the throat.

SOFT STUFF FIRST

he just joins in and depending on how i write it (friends to lovers or y'all already dating) you're flustered bc ur in the zone doing whatever and then you just hear him singing with you or you look over somewhere/open ur eyes and boom he's there.

if y'all already dating? depends on the song but i like to think if it's a slow jam and lovey dovey or not inherently sexual then he just holds you by the waist, arms wrapped around you, swaying. if it's smthn more upbeat he's jamming along or if he's never heard it, he's giving it a listen and can't help but tap out the beat with his foot or fingers. definitely in guitar form if the song has a guitar bc he is a musician

for the werid black folks, if it's kpop/vocaloid/indie etc. he's here for it. hobie is a punk man at heart but he's not about to knock your music taste, especially if he hasn't even tried it. like he's in a punk band, he is punk, he loves the music but he too has a wide listen range.

so, keeping this in mind. walking in on you doing choreography for a kpop song, and he just claps bc you're on beat and it looks so cool. doing your own choreography for a vocaloid song? same thing. infact he wants an encore so he can get the full experience.

y'all know there's cpop right?? jpop?? there's metal music and punk bands there and you bet your sweet ass when you show him this??? and the lyrics!! he starts blasting some of it too.

my literal brainrot for this is maximum the hormone - what up people. yes the second op for death note and omfg don't get me started on y'all watching it together he literally mocks miguel. he nudges you during one of miguels rants and goes, "bruv thinks he's light yagami." and you have to hold a little chortle. you start to nickname him ryuk too bc this mfer is only at the spidey society to look after his homies and for shits nd giggles.

for the even weirder folks, noise music. like you're drawing smthn or doing something and he decides to give a try. i think he'd like noise music bc of how chaotic it is... i have recommendations if ur intrested

NOW FOR THE HORNIES

inspired by mcon, crybaby by megan the stallion. ima repost but in short he either sees you and needs you to throw it back one more time for him.

i need y'all to understand the concept of a pole dance, for those who aren't ace, please i beg of you hear me out. teasing him via a routine or pole practice?? im begging, pleading.

now personal indulgence aerial hoop dancing. it's so ethereal and can be sensual if made so, just like pole.

now outside of walk-ins of throwing it back and sensual dance routines. him hearing you sing it and asking you to repeat yourself.

girl im on the floor, jumped out my skin, immediately trying to explain cause 'haha im in danger 🤭' but for those who like to test him and get to it??? babes ur braver than me.

#.⁠｡⁠*ideas💡━♡#concept writing #hobie brown atsv #hobie x black!reader #hobie smut #hobie fluff

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isagrimorie · 1 month

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Concept writing WIP: Endgame Admiral Janeway and Picard Era!Seven (except they don’t here).

By request of @thymejot

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Kathryn, and she is just Kathryn now that her past self and her crew passed the threshold, can feel the slow creep of nanoprobes assimilating her. It’s a pain that only a select few have felt.

It was something she thought she would never re-live. Kathryn watched and felt the Borg Queen slowly disassemble in front of her. Kathryn pulled herself up, it didn’t matter if she died, if all went according to plan Kathryn would be erased as well as her timeline.

And then there was a bright light and a voice: “Not just quite yet, Admiral.”

The white light receded and Kathryn blinked. A face greeted her, a vaguely familiar face. His hair had more grey at the temples, and he looked more weathered.

“Good to see you again, Admiral.”

Kathryn remembered him now, vaguely, he was the man who recruited her and Seven all those years ago. She did recall, vividly, his warning against time travel.

“I don’t know if I can say the same…”

“Captain Juel Ducane,” He provided with a smile. He offered his hand. Kathryn took it cautiously. She had hoped to avoid the Time Bureau altogether, Kathryn felt a pang. All that hardwork.

“I assume you’re arresting me.” She said, weary. Everything she sacrificed all for nothing.

“I’m press ganging you,” Ducane corrected, helping her to her feet. Kathryn felt dizzy, she remembered she was assimilated, she lifted her free hand to her forehead. The implant was still there.

Ducane noticed. “We were able to pause the assimilation process but it’s not something we can reverse.”

“Can’t? Or won’t?” Kathryn said astutely.

“We still have to return you to—“

“The moment of my death.” Kathryn narrowed her eyes, “‘Press gang’, you said.”

Ducane quirked his lips into a smile. “It turns out despite our warnings, this time travel incursion you took was… necessary.”

He moved towards a bank of panels, “We’ve monitored the other timelines where you didn’t or were prevented from bringing home Voyager earlier. Eventually, down the line, it would spell catastrophe for the galaxy.”

Kathryn raised an eyebrow at his phrasing. “You’re over blowing it, Captain.”

Ducane laughed drily. “I assure you, Admiral, when it comes to the timeline, I don’t exaggerate. I’ve been fighting this temporal cold war for decades now, and any deviations when this version of you don’t get to change your past— meant the Borg do find a way to assimilate the Alpha and Beta Quadrant. Gamma quadrant was able to withstand the longest but it’s become a war of attrition for the Dominion. A stalemate of two powers bent on destruction and subjugation.”

“Well, if you put it that way.” Kathryn played it off but her head was spinning. Frankly, she didn’t know if it was the scale, time travel or because she was pulled from the verge of death. “What do you need me for?”

“We needed someone out of time.” Ducane said, “There is an anomaly that’s sprung up and we’re frankly spread too thin to lend a hand. And since you showed you would move Heaven and Earth to achieve your goals, it’s that kind of tenacity we need.”

“Captain, I know you have all the time in the world. But my head is killing me, can you just tell me what’s going on?”

“We just want you to continue what you were doing.” Ducane pressed a few buttons.

And an image of Seven of Nine, an older Seven, but still Seven appeared.

“Save Seven of Nine.”

#juel ducate #timeship relativity #star trek voyager #star trek picard #endgame admiral janeway #wip #concept writing #by request #long post

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targaryenvodka · 1 year

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impossible to forget

summary - you knew you should just forget aegon. completely expunge him from your brain. and, yet, it seems you can’t help yourself from doing the exact opposite

warnings - college!aegon x you, blatant cheating, angst, guilt

word count - 1.2k

authors note - this is just one of those concepts that crept into my brain and basically forced me to write it. ive almost deleted this story a solid three times, but fuck that i guess. if you have any thoughts on this story, send them my way :) thanks for reading!

“Call your girlfriend. I want to hear you. I want to hear you tell her you’re done.”

aegon swallowed, nodding before fishing his phone from his pocket with fumbling hands as he called her.

you were under him, feeling heat drip off his body and onto yours. breaths tight and fast, excitement fluttering wildly under your skin. it was all happening so fast- so fucking fast.

one moment you were in the car behind the college dangerously flirting, and then the next was spent furiously speeding to his house, radio blaring through the speakers.

he had a girlfriend. you knew her. a friendly girl with dirty blonde hair and wide, always searching eyes. pretty enough, soft and sweet.

but he… he was something else. dark cresants hung beneath longing, warm eyes. his silver hair was never neat, though he sometimes kept it tucked behind his ear. but he always ran his hand through it anyway when thinking, pulled his lip between his teeth when considering or concentrating.

you’d been watching him for a while, guiltily imagining his lips between your own teeth. it, as things tend to do, had started out small.

glances, jokes in groups, occasional study partners who rarely got much studying done. but it really kicked when you finally had a free period together. it was like the boundaries were taken away; the world was a free-for-all.

in stolen conversations and stomach-aching laughs, he pulled you in. forced you to crave his arms, his eyes tracing across your skin. the jokes he made were usually stupid, and the excuses he found to spend time with you were worse, but you found yourself slowly falling into- but no, he had a GIRLFRIEND. you couldn’t do that to another girl.

that was wrong. so fucking wrong.

on the list of things that were not okay, that was first. actively deceiving someone else, stealing someone they cared about- you couldn’t do that to another girl.

but holy shit, the way he looked at you. like you were his. like his whole world was contained within you, the sound of your voice, the way your head tilted back as you laughed. his hands started holding you, slipping to your side when he talked to you in the hall, grazing your cheek in the morning while you spoke.

aegon loved coffee and donuts, but he usually hated driving- especially if he was stoned or tipsy. or, he liked to watch you drive. watching as you bite your cheek and furrow your brow and groan at the changing of the lights.

that day, that gloomy winters day, he convinced you to go to the parking lot. held your keys above your head before pressing his body against yours until your back met the car. there was no one around, but you were still terrified someone would see. that anyone would see.

you? you and this boy, this boyfriend, this person who was with SOMEONE ELSE-

and his lips, they broke down the wall you had been diligantly putting up for weeks. months, even.

the whispers, the half-answered questions, the fear jumping in your stomach; all of it was in full-bloom. and there it was, a deep, warm kiss against the car.

you wanted to jerk your head back-what you were doing was WRONG- but there was nowhere to go but his arms. the ones you’d been dreaming about for months, hating yourself for imagining this. exact. moment.

you found yourself running your hands through his shaggy hair, gasping for breath as his teeth explored your lip.

“Let’s go,” he murmured in your ear, deep voice sending thrills from within your chest and throughout the rest of your body.

“Where?” you laughed nervously, hating how your voice sounded. hating how you couldn’t take your eyes off of the windows behind him. hating how you knew the entire world was watching.

“Home, of course.” he grinned, not taking his eyes off of you.

it was the longest drive you’ve ever taken, hitting every single yellow light while he cranked the radio as high as it would go. crazy energy bubbled inside you as he laughed with a joint hanging from his lips. he rolled down the window, letting cold wind tug on your faces.

you knew it was a bad idea. a stupid one, even. you knew this is something you shouldn't be doing. you knew you knew you knew and you THOUGHT it was going to be okay-

when you finally pulled into his driveway, time seemed to slam to a stop. giggling, you followed him up the stairs that lead to the porch, laughing at the barking dog watching you from across the street. laughing at his hands as he fumbled for the keys, laughing at anything in the world except for what you were doing.

the phone rang, and the rest of the sounds hung thick in the air between you. hot, heavy breaths curling from his lips, the sticking of his skin to yours. the way your blood pounded in your ears, how your heartbeat punched it’s way to the surface.

no one picked up. he looked at you, then looked at the phone.

“Again,” you whispered. you couldn’t cheat another girl. you couldn’t.

his eyes went dangerous, sharp and hard.

“Later.”

before you could protest, his lips were on yours again, infuriatingly irresistible. heavy and deep and full, he brought every piece of anger from inside of him and laid it out in front of you. on your skin. inside your chest.

there was nothing in the world except for the harsh sighs in your ear, the tight hands wrapped around your skin. he was the only thing in your world. his eyes found yours in the storm, briefly flicking to your face in the whirlwind of the bed.

back on campus, psychology after his room was truly the hardest you have ever had to try to focus in your life. with his sweat drying on your skin, the scent of him in your hair, he was impossible to forget. crammed into a small room, too stuffy to be comfortable, you tried to think about norepinephrine and schildkraut and NOT the bruises blossoming across your neck-

your phone buzzed. you didn’t want to look at it, not at the words that were typed from his fingers and sent to yours, not at the invitation to the world in his hands, the betrayal that dripped from his mouth.

you were an accident. a flaw. a break. a sin. a mistake.

you had destroyed something that was once alive, but the thought of his lips on yours drove away all guilt.

you should have felt bad, and you let the emotions paint themselves on your face. but inside, all you could linger on was the promise of the storm waiting for you when you got back.

#aegon ii targaryen #modern!aegon #college!aegon #aegon targaryen #aegon the conqueror #aegon ii fanfic #aegon x y/n #aegon x you #aegon targaryen x you #house of the dragon #concept writing #aegon ii x reader #angst #tw cheating

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"The Copper Trawler"

Concept by Battlestation Four

Introduction

Copper Trawlers are a medium-large breed of lantern. Their temperament can vary from alert and protective, to lively and playful. They have a short pair of legs that they use to run, kick, and jump to higher perches where they can vocalize loudly.

Vocalizations

Copper Trawlers are a particularly noisy breed and will whistle and sing to their hearts’ content as a sign of affection for their owners. Each lantern has a unique and distinct melody, and they love to sing in groups, so it is recommended to have more than one lantern in your household as they are also a very social breed and will often chatter amongst each other.

*Not for everyone*

However, owning a Copper Trawler isn’t for everyone. These lanterns are semi-nocturnal and will stay up all night chattering, whistling, and singing into the late hours of the night. Copper Trawlers are recommended for night owls or those with large households (if you plan to own more than one).

Diet

Their diet consists mainly of both dry and moist grains such as various seeds and oatmeal, and occasional proteins and greens such as fish, eggs, and salads in moderation.

Copper Trawlers in the Wild (habitat)

Copper Trawlers can be found in coastal forests, often perched high up in thick branches in groups of four or more. Like stated before, they are most active during twilight, post-midnight hours and sometimes even around sunrise. The easiest way to spot a Copper Trawler in the wild is to wait until dark and search for their lights and listen for their various melodies. Males are significantly louder than females and glow slightly brighter as well, making them easier to track down. They also have larger deflectors and a wider build. This is to help them attract mates in the wild.

Copper Trawlers in the Wild (lifestyle)

Copper Trawlers in the wild make their homes in both large nests in trees and underground dens, similar to foxes and birds of prey. Some lanterns will build large sturdy nests on tall trees, usually on the thickest branches. Others will dig intricate tunnel systems leading to a large and shallow entrance chamber near the surface of the ground often hidden by thick reeds or grass or cleverly placed next to a tree where another group of Copper Trawlers are nesting. The diet of wild Copper Trawlers consists of the same items and can easily be obtained by the lanterns due to their coastal habitat.

Conclusion

Copper Trawlers, whether wild or domesticated, live in harmony amongst each other, working together to thrive in their surroundings.

#object show community #object shows #object show #airy #hfjone #copper lanterns #concept writing #writing #au writing #object sentience

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yuarose · 8 months

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This is just to exercise how I'm going to format the story or at least see how this goes. Might change it who knows.

Anyhow, enjoy this little intense crossover scene. Basically, Inner Demons! Pip meeting Hellpark! Pip.

Some inspiration from Miles meeting Earth-42 Miles. Hehe. Welcome to the Hell-Verse!

Pip was quite shocked to hear from his doppelgänger say this with little to no care. Rather disregarding a life, especially if it was a friend. He thought to himself, 'shouldn't we be somewhat the same?'. Although not every version was an exact copy or have similarities. He didn't understand why this version of him was careless until he spoke.

The brightly coloured version of him chuckled. His demeanour was quite unsettling, it was a cheery and happy-go-lucky attitude. A hidden malice beneath it, "I never heard of anyone named "Y/n". The way you describe her as someone who loves to fight that always defended you- sounds like someone who would've tormented me."

Pip kept quiet as his other version of him continued babbling, "The fact that you have friends is quite silly really. We're supposed to be the same person, are we not?"

He glanced at the bright demon and responded, "We have some similarities, I suppose--"

"Yet our lives aren't. Even when you experience people hating you. You were supported and protected by friends..." The bright blonde demon paused for a second before adding, "...and I wasn't."

Pip recalled the 'group' his other self was with beforehand, "You're in a group. It's almost the same people except for me, Thomas wasn't there."

"Hm? Well, that's just a group that banters constantly. Mainly Estella and Grgeory, we're not that close." The bright blonde demon waved it off like it was nothing, "I mean you said you lost your best friend but you're still happy?" He found this amusing towards this hellspawn version of him except couldn't help to mention about the hat, "And she gave you, her hat? It looks almost like mine; can I have a looksie?"

The demon was reaching for Pip's hat that he was very sentimental about. Pip would warn his double yet in a very polite way, "Uhm, I appreciate that you keep your hand away, thank you."

"Oh, is it that valuable? Just like your bestie?" He instantly commented without thinking, "Who says you couldn't handle another loss, like your friend Y/n--"

The blonde demon just grinned. A soft mocking chuckle was heard when he saw his other version's sudden defensive attitude, "People who die will come back to Hell. You've seen your bestie, right?"

Pip for once in his life was now glaring at his other self. It was like he was glaring at a bad reflection. He didn't say a word, since he wasn't going to tolerate what was blatantly said.

The other Pip continued to talk with a very sharp toothy grin. He took note of hellspawn's situation, "Ooooh I see then! You might as well need to face facts not everything will go right for you. Besides nothing went right for me."

Pip took a breath when facing his demon version of him, "I'm sorry other me. You just don't understand, I won't lose another friend and I know if I was in danger, my friends would help me. Just like Tsuji once did."

The statement would only cause more tension between the two Brits. Pip saw his doppelgänger facing almost close to him. It seemed he didn't like what Pip had voiced out.

#hellpark #inner demons #hellpark au #concept writing #pip pirrip #Inner demons! Pip meets Hellpark! Pip #Innerdemonshellpark #hell-verse #y/n mentioned

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swanlena · 10 months

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i kinda hate dsmp but the concept of multiverse of madness where in the film they said dreams were a peak into our multiversal lives was kinda cool and i wanna branch out on it more but i’m touching on tntduo

do you ever think qbur ever has dreams where he’s cwilbur? and he’s so confused because qbur could never do so much harm and he’s upset at the thought of being able to hurt so many people like that and then he has dreams as ghostbur and yet it’s still all so confusing because how could he dream he’s a ghost?

do you ever think qquack has dreams as cquackity? he dreams of cards and gambling and fighting with cwilbur and it’s so odd to him. he looks at himself in the mirror and he can’t explain how everything feels so wrong. he wonders why he only ever sees an alternate version of qbur but he’s evil.

but oh then cquackity and cwilbur have their dreams in the view of their qsmp self. they think of their dreams as “what could’ve been”. they mourn the loss of the happy life that they could’ve lived and cover it up with anger at the prospect of their minds showing them, flaunting in their face that they could never be that happy.

cquackity dreams of tilín though, and he dreamt during his death. he woke up with tears for a child who didn’t exist.

cwilbur dreams of tallulah. he wakes up and yearns for her. he knows she doesn’t exist, she’s not real. he goes to see fundy who is real and tommy to try and fix the yearning he has for a child whom he never met in real life, only in his dreams.

and cquackity and cwilbur adore those dreams as much as they hate it, it’s like being stuck in a fantasy. but what makes them leave is knowing none of it is real. to them at least. they are jealous of those versions of themselves that are doing so much better. but they can’t help but feel that maybe the reason why they don’t live in a fantasy just like that, is their own doing.

#tntduo #quackbur #my writing #concept writing #qquackity #qwilbur #cquackity #cwilbur #dreams are peaks into multiversal lives #qsmp #dsmp #unfortunately

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official-scrp-blog · 2 months

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Late night notes time✨✨

A new thing where I'll put the notes I made for SCRP instead of sleeping!! Today's notes:

↑ Concepts on how different Shimerians would get elf blood

↑ Random idea for the inhabitants of Terra island ( just a concept)

[I apologize if the writing is unreadable as mentioned before I did these at night so the handwriting is a bit messy]

#scrp #sanchanroleplay #Scrp late night notes #concept writing

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pendarling · 1 year

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8 Tactics To Prove Your Characters Are REAL Friends! 🔐

Character interaction is very important and key in a story. When wanting to accomplish a certain goal bad or good, your protagonist will need to have at least some supporting characters to really help them.

Here are some tips to improve your writing and make your characters worth dying for! Friendships that feel, look and sound real!

The awkward stage needs to happen before the real stage: like instant love, instant friendship is equally as weird. How is it that you can glance at someone and feel the click? Unless your characters have been watching each other’s actions and are intrigued/interested in their responses they can’t feel that. Have your characters communicate with each other about themselves, start simple, their favourite colour or whatever and then let them share more about themselves and come into contact more. This is a skill that romance authors like to use, they put two characters in situations that bring them together every time and force them to interact. We’re not aiming for exact romance but rather a platonic relationship that leaves readers thinking “I love that character I hope to see more of them in the future.”

Characters that are already friends: Show us how they’re friends. Let them be the type who is always there to comfort them, tell them what they need and give advice. Also! Don’t have just one character doing all the work! A real relationship needs both people to be involved in each other and nurture one another. How can you have a character say they’re best friends but never have their back?? Please work on both characters and give them a reason why they care about each other. What has the other done for them? Don’t make them blindly loyal all the time!

Your characters are not decorations or a criteria to be met: I have read too many books and watched too many shows that leave this “best friend” as a background character. They are uninvolved in the plot or storyline, they have no idea what’s going on with the protagonist, and worse of all the protagonist goes on chapters and chapters with little to no interaction with their supposed “best friend”. You can’t keep doing this with characters in your world, even if your protagonist is a secret hero or an agent, isn’t the whole point of the story the intensity of never knowing and having mystery and secrets? The protagonist should feel bad for hiding so much information from their good friend and everyday the friend should feel like they are losing their friend ESPECIALLY if they really are best friends then that character is actively working towards finding out their secret. Add some mystery, some suspense, if there is no mystery or suspense in your story then your book is NOT IN THE RIGHT CATEGORY. Don’t bait readers into believing we are reading a suspense novel and whiplash us like this. Believe it or not, you can involve the friend in their personal life too, it can still be suspense in many other ways but I’m telling you now that if there wasn’t a reason to make your readers care about this “best friend”, to make us worry about their safety, reputation etc… then don’t give your protagonist a “best friend”, that is just a classmate/workmate.

Don’t have characters spoil every little detail of their lives immediately: Think about how strange would it be if someone who isn’t your closest friend did that to you the first time? It’s a bit unrealistic to get someone to immediately open up to you. And no “they’re the protagonist/they are just a really good talker” doesn’t work. Even if your character is a master manipulator it takes some time to have someone become manipulated it’s not instantaneous and easy or else you’d have everyone be a manipulator and that wouldn’t be so interesting and fun anymore would it? Put your characters into situations that reveal to us little by little who they are. Now as the reader we may know more about the protagonist but the protagonist doesn’t automatically know everything about everyone. What if this friend of theirs has a bad memory or past history? What makes this character think our protagonist is worthy enough to let them be vulnerable? How does the protagonist give their friend the attention they need and deserve and what makes them drawn to them? The mystery is what keeps a reader reading, do not tell us everything or else what’s the point? Let the readers SEE what’s going on in their lives so we know who this person is. It’s boring to focus on the protagonist all the time! Keep us questioning and put the answer in the next chapter, we don’t want plot holes. Then throw in another NEW question at the end of that chapter to keep us hungry for MORE. We want to feel worried not only for the protagonist but their friend as well and how this will affect their friendship. Remember: the story should be about changing. A book that starts and ends the same is pointless, what did we read it for?

The comparison: This is optional for a character that is very social or even just a little socially extroverted. Give your protagonist multiple friends, have them all with their flaws, each one of their own lives different. Then overtime let your protagonist begin to hang out with one or a small group of characters in particular more often. Let them filter out their friends and choose the one friend they believe is best for them. That lets readers feel closer to this one character and ALSO believe that they are the best and most trustworthy. The more we interact with them, the more we hear or see them in the story, the more emotionally attached we become. Humans are programmed in a way to choose what is best for us to succeed in life, you need to understand that this applies to your characters too. If you have already applied all the reasons listed then your protagonist will be able to express vulnerability with this character too and vice-versa. Each person should have slowly been proving to each other that they are suitable to become life long friends. That way when we see our friend in any situation the reader can immediately think “OH! I know that character!”

Good friends don’t need to have everything in common!: One of the worse and boring things that could possibly happen in your novel is characters that share similarities on everything! Where is the creativity in variations? What are we supposed to work with? This is bland and will kill your story. You can still have a lot of common interest and even just one single difference but it will be harder to work with. Having differences is good, trust me. But you might be wondering… won’t that make them fight a lot? Refer to Number 7 below!!

Have them argue: You can’t possibly convince a reader that your two or three etc… characters are all best friends and seemingly never had an argument. How will the reader know how they overcome their differences and handle a problem together? We need to see how well they do in solving issues between them and sharing their thoughts and feelings. That’s how you can flesh out a character really well. Plus this is a really good setup for a character arc of emotional, physical, and spiritual development. We need to see what makes them keep coming back and holding onto their friendship every time.

If your characters hated each other to start: This is very similar to the above Number, you may have a novel where you got characters who used to hate each other but now it’s awkward. Those enemies can still argue! Yes! Because as we’ve stated we can see them fix problems and work together. This will bring them closer and— trust me if you do it really well you can take the “best friends path” or the “turned lovers path”. The power will be all to you!

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#writing advice #world building #writing tips #worldbuilding #writing ideas #writing friends #how to write #novel idea #story ideas #concept writing #concept work #writing ocs #oc writing

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saltysplayt00ns · 14 days

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Page 849 Reworked

I've been waiting a long time to show this one, and had to adjust some stuff cause the author thought rushing to place an out of place fog would make things better, but just adds on the confusion of a fog only showing around their and not around the area. Also would've had a scene of them going through the fog and we seen the Two tribes coming in through the fog. This would've been a better battle and advantage CAUSE LET ME REMIND YA. There are two tribes band together to take down Meteor tribe and a few of Whispervale members. THIS IS A NO WIN BATTLE, Meteor has to be strategic and improvise from a no win scenario. Ronja and other would've taken advantage of the fog and fought them there and not up the freaking mountains. taken advantage when the elements plus the rain coming down would make it more thick in mist. THE BATTLE SPEAKS FOR ITSELF!!!.

Close-up shots;

I did adjustment of the whole scene cause this is an action scene;

Panel adjustments and add-ons

Added lighting and shadows

Added SFX

Reworked the BG

Added armor

Added tribal paint

Worked Dialogue bubble cause yikes Ronja.

KARGO HAS PAINT ON BOTH SIDES!!!

He also has the other half of his body.

Adjust to make the dogs more like fur.

Diarko had him more primitive and connect the dark markings.

Also quote from the author themselves; " No paint on any of them for this, it's tedious enough to have to draw all this armor X)" SO BASICALLY YOU, an author that is drawing a Raiding battle of tribes that is between life and death, doesn't want to do paint nor any detailed important stuff, so we don't know who's fighting who. It's not even battle armor cause None of them ARE WEARING ANYTHING TO PROTECT THEMSELVESM, Meteortribe is more equipped with clothes then the tribes that are experienced not wearing any, they're the one's that say burning bodies is ' primitive '. let me tell ya after 2-3 pages its laughable on him trying to make this the final boss type BS when they. How these dogs advanced again? ya got literally spirits giving out free loot XD This is what I mean by ' changing plot to fit the story ' and ' inconsistencies ' like this an annoying blemish, instead of a competent tribes that are more experienced and trained to handle such things, you are NOT given armor nor paint nor anything of an build-up, because you was lazy and don't know how to find an easy way to do said battle armor - PLUS don't know how to have meteor tribe not lose members. Like, why the heck are the two tribes waited MONTHS to start invading them now why not then?? because kiq. doesn't know how to fix the plot holes, since basically would've been wiped out regardless of the extra protection. why meteor waited so long to fix their defenses?

why Keirr is not with them, isn't he a family oriented dog.?

Why Rhovanion and Feaf are not their isn't Rhov and family oriented dog?

Why meteor didn't leave around winter and waited many months to move at all? , this is not a vacation, its an evacuation.

why Tribes waited years to actually start something now then 30 years ago.?

Why Roamer wants to take the idea from Kargo which was meant for Kargo, roamer, Ferah to make their ' new life? ' why not just have it where its an idea you made on your own???!!!! really putting salt on that wound ain't ya?

When did Kargo know about Rogio, more then Roamer who is literally his boyfriend?

Why Rogio dumping all the chores on Roamer to do? he's been doing it a lot and somehow Roamer have to agree, cause remember those scenes when Roamer put OUT HIS OPINION??!!! and tried to help? he gotten gaslighted and a upper cut of emotional manipulations.

Why Rogio wants a Polycule now? especially after we SAW Rogio snooping AGAIN on other dogs conversations. and Kargo so far is focused on other things then having a threesome. and all these glaring and many more glaring questions. Again the question is why?? why, why and more WHY'S. This stuff usually is dealt with after doing drafts, concepts and revisions.

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Ps.

The quick placement of the Fog was laughable, cause think about it like, why kiq. going to do a dues ex Machina on the mountains and not in the fogs. Think about it in a tactical planning for Ronja and writers. The Fog is more an advantage to hide in the thick mist in dark shades of the trees, then being exposer on plan sight on top of a mountain. Meteor ( Nordguard ) 1. does not know how to wield a sword, 2. they're outnumbered, 3. lack experiences and 4. have children. They needed to think strategically and fast. The fog would've been a perfect scene for them to hide in and cover their scents, Rain and thunder is coming, so more thick fog and cover up from the tribes, they would use that to their advantage and scatter the raid them around. It's a risky maneuver but Ronja can't be hesitant nor meek on this, is all or nothing. THIS STUFF IS GOOD TENSION AND CHARACTER BUILD-UP.

---- This creating armor and concepts is like whip cream on an ice cream cake for me. But hey it's not my Comic to stress over, be a pump and dump for all I bloody know . .....

Side Goodies:

Quick Armored concept for Dragonsfall

Dragonsfall Paint marks

The Dragonsfall tribe is a group of Canines who have forged a strong alliance with Fire-breathing lizards, believing themselves to be descendants of these majestic creatures. They are known for crafting a unique bronze metal, believed to be hardened and melted with metal from the scales of dragons. This bronze shines like fire, is harder than regular metal, and exhibits weird translucent colors like the scales. The tribe also molds bits of leather to create softer but sturdier materials. While they may have lost some of the fierce traits associated with dragons over time, certain traits like their scales, reproduction and facials still show hints of their connection to these mythical beings.

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HAPPY EATING YA BLOGGERS ♥

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