#draft 1

[cringeyjesus]

edd with his gardening tips

#draft 1 #eddsworld #fanart #ew edd #shitpost #eddsworld edd #edd eddsworld

[beekeeperspicnic]

'First Draft' Completed!

Now don't get too excited - I can't emphasise enough that I think this game still has a year's worth of work to do on it if not more.

BUT I have reached the important milestone!

I wanted to create a super bare bones version of the game where everything exists and the programming is there for it to function. There is minimal animation, all the graphics are placeholders, I'm sure it is extraordinarily buggy, there are none of the fun extras that I hope will make the final game fun to play (🌹) but it's going to give me the chance to play through the game and see if I actually like the way the story and the puzzles work.

My next step is going to be polishing and debugging this first draft so that it doesn't break constantly and I can show it to other people to get their reactions!

#game dev #dev log #draft 1

[v8mphcn]

iridescent 🪐 @galapogos

#v8mphcn #like + reblog #draft 1

[altheterrible]

Time and collagen.

#my poetry #draft 1 #poetry

[a-table-of-fics]

Oddworld: Conar’s Ambition, Chapter 13, Draft 1, Part 27

There was chatter, and others running to find rope or reach out with clubs of their own, but their friend was slipping away too quickly.

Conar was aghast. He wasn’t hoping to kill the guy; just scare him and the others off for a second. Without thinking, he dove back into the water.

The Mudokon was spending more time below the surface now. Every breach was a desperate gasp and several splashes straight downwards. Conar swam ahead, trying to find a good way to grab him. Flailing hands batted against him as he tried to wrap his arms around the torso. The weight threatened to keep both of them down; Conar couldn’t hope to lift him up back to shore.

Perhaps he didn’t have to; flashes of green swam into his vision. Some Ratz had dove in as well, surrounding him. What were they telling him now?

There! An opening in their glares; a thick tree root! Conar desperately paddled his tail, trying to push his assailant and himself to this anchor. His already-aching muscles were threatening to tear him to pieces, and his lungs screamed for air as the Mudokon limply weighed him down.

C’mon, just a little more…

With ever inch that brought them closer to salvation, their vision was blurring. Each paddle forward became more of a lurch, and things were feeling grim as his vision started to darken.

#oddworld #oddworld fic #oddworld conar's ambition #draft 1 #chapter 13

[off-brand-afterfire]

screw starsigns when writing do you have

-draft 1/draft 2/draft 3/etc

OR

-writers copy/readers copy

#writing #writing a novel #fanfic #beta reader #draft 1 #rough draft #writerscommunity #writers on tumblr #writerslife #writerscorner #my writers draft comments are so fking unhinged ISTG

[incarnateirony]

I'm. Dizzy. Remix of the Lateralus Remix Remixed I guess, to Art of Dying, but it's death disco

WARNING CONSTANT FLASHING LIGHTS. SMOKE A BOWL OR SOMETHING FIRST IDK. There's a reason, listen.

Yeah uh, you know, the Fool's journey of the cards to turn over on way back to The One and The World, the soul connecting through others and lessons learned to find the One True Thing.

If you've read my souls meta, you know what that is. And what The Truth is. Again. Beyond the original episode name. Beyond the trap Dean's in the clothes of. And Cas mirrored Rowena and baby boomed the shadow while taking in the light, the flipside of humanity and the soul and, you know. Well. He sealed out The Emptiness from humanity's heart even if their son's rupture Made It Loud and got the locsts click-click-clicking and the radio turned up.

But minding the universal baby bounce, the Akrida (heh, accreta) are almost afterbirth buzz atop the rest. And you know, some people REALLY have some deep generational trauma, like their divine baby nuke did that drove the Emptiness to seek silence in death's library, and its own madness quickly took her, while Dean's heart called out to it. They latch onto trauma and hide in the same mental space as the soul, or what the soul shies away from. All thought boxes really, all the same garden, they're just the evil attack bugs of our darkest traumas that keep us from being at peace. Or "I know myself." from Lata, eg, Know Thyself.

The orphic egg is itself contradictory--origin of the universe but the son of Lucifer, and yet a form of Lucifer that becomes the snake, et cetera. But death is the infinite vessel and still gave birth to that new world.

Dean not only is traveling the path of his bonds through the universal soul to find the garden by revisiting their story. He's looking for The Truth. His Truth. And at the end of the road, here, with an Optimism imbued rather than Nihilism--a viewpoint finally learned--at the end of the road, it's worth it, and he wouldn't do it over. Because here, in this Supernatural Love Story, there's an encore to Save the World.

His Big Win. His Everything. His World. The One.

I'm gonna be like vomiting emotions into a bucket until well after the finale at increasingly alarming rates fyi.

For now, well. Lata just said, big breath. And now the fog descends, that could destroy Everything.

I told you. Then Robbie told you. Not sure who else needs to tell you but this is revenge, and the only ones with the clock now is them.

also @jenngeek tag me when you get a few minutes in server I have a different copy than this but. I told you 6 would smack man. Funny watching your own denial crack tbh. "Oh my god it's real. This is really happening let me check if i left the coffee on send help"

#winchesters codex #the truth #optimism #nihilism #the world #know thyself #akrida #heaven #souls #meta #Youtube #lateralus project #draft 1 #i'll add to this later

[caprice-nisei-enjoyer]

It's not impossible to crash a horse, but it's a lot harder than crashing a car

Edit: This shower thought has been retracted and an updated version has been published on our website

#shower thoughts #draft 1

[artificii-in-ceata]

Finally, the English version:

Fireworks in the Fog

Chapter 1

Well wishes

What kind of person expresses themselves like that?! Who says something like that with the purpose of encouraging, much less use this anecdote in an invitation? What is wrong with these people? Does this not break some work ethic rules?

Those were just a few of the questions that Laurențiu was asking himself after his most recent conversation with his co-workers, Mădălina. She was the boss' accountant, and the boss was none other than her brother. Letting aside the obvious thread that is the possibility of nepotism, Laurențiu was rather thinking that the two were conspiring for some purpose. Then, how legitimate even was this company?... But why was he judging them so much? After all, they were nice enough to invite him for Christmas dinner. Here it is, the most suspicious aspect of it. He was suddenly the boss' favourite employee, and for what? Yes, he was confident in his own talent and programming skills, but he was no genius. That's the last thing he needed right now - to find himself in some international hacking scandal, he thought to himself. But it provably wasn't about this, not by a long shot.

The boss was close to his age, and generally a very extroverted man, who seemed to befriend every single one he became acquainted with. Mădălina was the opposite of her brother, in this respect, but so far she had befriended Laurențiu, and the two were getting along well. However, not well enough to get Laurențiu invited to their Christmas dinner. Didn't they have enough relatives, did they have to bring along a stranger who got hired at their company less than half a year ago? To be fair, he did not have anybody to spend Christmas with. He had not visited his parents for five years, this bring the sixth. For that reason, he did not even observe the holiday, not finding any purpose in it, in the absence of its religious symbolism, and in the absence of family. Was that why...? He shouldn't have revealed anything about his personal life: everything can be used against him, and has been used already. Oh, but why "against"? It's a nice gesture that they did for him! Or was the simple fact of being known by others, in and of itself, an offense to him? He avoided thinking about how he related to loneliness and came back to the present situation. Maybe the way the invitation was transmitted also seemed weird to him. However, he could say that this was precisely the way somebody like Mădălina would have phrased it.

When he met her for the first time, he found her very intimidating; he later realised that she was trying to appear like that on purpose. She was always serious and with a strong air of mystery, and when things didn't go her way, she could be quite imposing. However, he later managed to see her in a more relaxed context; they often met during their smoke break. He still remembered their first such meeting: so as to make smalltalk, he told her he hadn't expected her to be a smoker, which offended her. Her reply seemed bizarre to him, namely that smoking was not the main way through which she would relax, and that she had hobbies too.

There were, indeed, other things that surprised him when he saw her up close for the first time, but which he didn't mention out loud, such as the fact that her nails were painted black. She challenged him to guess the music genres that she listens to, which to Laurențiu, at first, seemed like an ironic remark regarding his prejudice. It seems like she meant in in earnest, or, he thought to himself as if hoping it were the case, she was trying to flirt with him. He answered her as well as he could, even guessing correctly, and discovering that they had several bands that they both liked. Then, they both discussed about these and other interests they had in common. It was then that he saw her smile sincerely for the first time, which brightened her dark circled brown eyes, and he felt that, for just a moment, they were able to understand each other beyond words.

They became friends since then and got along well, but, sometimes, she still was a mystery to him, like for example today. What kind of person says something like that...? Mădălina, without the conversation having to do anything with it, told him about some statistics in regard to suicide, namely that the rate increases significantly during the holiday season. In her own words, "I wouldn't wish for you to be part of this statistic", followed by the invitation. "Shocked" would be a gross understatement of what he felt like when he heard this. He did accept to come over for Christmas, but now he was thinking of her words again, and imagining all sorts of scenarios. Where would she even know whether he was depressed or not? In the worst case scenario, someone is spying on him, or trying to recruit him in who knows what kind of cult. That would be quite an irony of fate, or maybe karma, given that he barely managed to go away from his religious parents several years back. But why was he thinking straight to this point? Maybe it really was a well intentioned remark on her part. After all, she always expressed herself in an odd way. As for the cult, it would've been very unlikely, as she was also an atheist. As a matter of fact, she mentioned that they are celebrating Christmas together in a more official due to their older sister's initiative. Why would he not accept the invitation? It was better to have dinner with three more people that all alone, as usual. The very reason that he got himself this job was not to be so isolated; that's what his therapist recommended.

He realised why her remark had disturbed him so much, beyond the fact that such a thing is not appropriate to say out loud. Her assumption was not wrong, but where did she know that from? He was sorry he ever revealed anything about himself and wished to stay hidden forever. Why should others see into his soul, especially when he was trying his best not to make it seen? What could it be that he said that gave him away? The fact that he lived along for almost 6 years? The fact that he didn't have a group of friends to go out in the weekend with? The way he was dressed, the music genres he listened to? He also had deep dark circles under his eyes, but he never came to work with his eyes red from crying or other some such detail. Or maybe he was so used to talking in a very negative way that what he said did not seem worrying or abnormal at all. Maybe it was the same with her.

Maybe she hasn't tried to dig up his soul, as much as discovered that in it resounded the same echo. Maybe she was speaking from experience. Yes, her remark was disturbing, but if she felt the need to hear it at some point, it would make sense why she would share that message with him too. Practically, the meaning that she intended was: "I don't want you to die", or, even simpler, "I care about you". This seemed absolutely endearing to him; who can be left hold by the realisation that there is somebody out there concerned for them? And not only that, but Mădălina also invited him to meet her family. He got stressed out a little, thinking it was top early for something like this. He would rather she had been more direct with her words, so that he could know how to interpret them.

Mădălina, in her own right, only just now realised that she basically invited him home to get to know her family, which embarrassed her, thinking how he might interpret her gesture, given that he was not her boyfriend in any official capacity. In fact, she had no confirmation that he liked her too, beyond the interests they had in common. She excused herself with the fact that it was not her initiative to invite him, but it was her brother, Tiberiu, who did so. He had said that it was only fair that they invite him, given that he was all alone in this city, and she agreed, but she considered it too early to make this step. Tiberiu teased her, telling her that not all invitations have the connotation of a romantic dinner. She couldn't bear his mockery, and wanted to elbow him, but she held back, as their sister was present. She continued, however, to think about how her message might be received by Laurențiu; after all, it did sound like a love declaration.

When she met him for the first time, during that smoke break, she was glad that he wanted to engage in conversation with her, but she maintained her cold attitude until she felt that she tested the waters enough. She didn't understand why he had assumed she wouldn't smoke, and wondered what his first impression of her was. She wished to appear in the eyes of others as imposing, and to him, she wished she seemed cool, because that's what he seemed to her at first sight. Fortunately they found many things in common. She was glad that she found somebody like her, and not only in the more superficial sense of being a rocker¹, as they call it, but what he was like. She felt that he, too, was trying to put on a facade to impress. She intuited that he was more shy than he seemed, so she looked at him encouragingly, as if to convince him that she wasn't so intimidating. He smiled back; he had such beautiful green eyes and a gentle gaze.

They bid each other goodbye and he went home by motorbike, which she, again, found to be cool. They met almost everyday at work since then and chatted about all sorts of topics. He avoided talking too much about his personal life, and she did too. She couldn't risk exposing herself... if he found out what she really was like, he would be disappointed. She noticed that they had more and more things in common, for example an identical tattoo on their left wrists, which she found a coincidence too big to ignore. The quote from Emily Brontë's Wuthering Heights came to mind: "whatever souls are made of, his and mine are the same".

However, she didn't yet have the courage to tell him that. On the one hand, she thought that he might not share her feelings, especially given that they didn't know each other for a long time, but especially because she was afraid that he would hide something behind his facade. Just like she was trying to be mysterious, maybe so was he. Maybe he was nothing but another "bad boy" that would break her heart eventually. Both options seemed unbearable to her; both the fact of being betrayed by a man she had admired at first, but also the fact that he might simply consider her too weird for him. She was trying to be "normal". Could her Christmas invitation have offended him? Although she had not initiated the idea of inviting him for dinner, her message was just as sincere. Statistics and numbers in general fascinated her, how could she not accidentally drop one in a conversation, especially if it was relevant? Indeed, he did mention that he couldn't stand maths in high-school...

No, he surely understood her intention after all. They were both very lonely people, and she was now inviting him to spend what was probably the most isolating time of the year, together. They got along very well every time they met during their work breaks, they will certainly get along well when they meet for dinner with her family. Unless, of course, Tiberiu ruins everything...

The next Sunday afternoon, at the agreed upon time, Laurențiu put on his headphones, sat on the chair and turned on the computer, waiting for his friend, Andriy, to log on the server too. Soon, he saw that he was online, so he started a video call.

"Hi! Wow, a day in which you don't wear a black t-shirt? And so patriotic? On what occasion? I thought your national holiday was on the 1st?"

"Yes it is, but now we celebrate 25 years since the Revolution²! I went to the city centre to see if any large event is taking place, then I came back home and waited for you to come. I'm assuming you've been to church?"

"Yes, with my sister and my parents" he smiled widely as uttered those words. "It was very nice."

"So?" Laurențiu said very excitedly, knowing what news followed.

"They finally finished all the documents, yesterday. I'm finally part of this family, now with the necessary papers. It was one of the best days of my life" he said, tearing up out of joy. "I've been living here for 6 years and I can wholeheartedly say that I found the place I belong to."

"I am so happy for you! It's good that something like that can be done; I didn't know that there even was the possibility of being adopted, being a legal adult, before you told me about your situation. I'm very glad; I wish I could hug you through the screen."

"Me too" he said, making a gesture with his arms towards the screen. "How are you nowadays?"

"On Friday, Mădălina invited me to her place for Christmas dinner."

"Oooh!" he widened his eyes and smiled. "It was about time for you to go on a real date after knowing each other for so many months."

"Stop laughing at me! I'm really stressing over this!"

"Why? It'll surely be alright."

"You underestimate my ability to make a fool of myself."

"You're exaggerating! You've been working here for 5 months and a half and you've already integrated well enough to be invited to a Christmas dinner with the boss' family. You befriended Mădălina and not only. You've already managed to not "make a fool of yourself" for so long."

"I haven't been to such a dinner in about six whole years. And you know how much I've stayed isolated... I sometimes feel like an alien..."

"Don't say that! Look, you don't seem weird at all to me! It looks like you don't seem like that to these people either, given that they invited you. You already made a good impression on them, you just have to be polite and that's all."

"I wish I had your positive attitude..."

"You can! Think about how much progress you've made this year! You began to go outside, you went to see a therapist, you got this job, you've made several acquaintances..."

"I met you, and that's the most important. Otherwise, I couldn't have done any of the other things, and I'm very grateful to you for that."

"I've done nothing but send you that message of encouragement. But I'm very glad to have met you, too!"

"I wish we could visit each other face to face one day."

"That really is not the hard part! After all, we live in neighbouring countries!"

"Yeah, I calculated it at some point and it would take me about 6 hours to get there by bike."

"Should I expect a surprise?" he smiled.

"Not now, I'll be busy during Christmas."

"Me too, you can imagine. There's so much food to be prepared."

"Well then, if we don't see each other until then, Merry Christmas! Have a pleasant holiday with your family!" he said lovingly, being once again glad for him.

"Merry Christmas! You have a nice holiday with Mădălina's family, too. Keep me in touch."

"I promise. And know that I'm going to have a positive attitude."

They said goodbye immediately afterwards. Laurențiu was still thinking of the conversation he just had, as well as the invitation for Christmas dinner. Indeed, much had changed for him in just a year. Maybe the future will get better. This year, he stopped being completely alone once he started talking to Andriy. Maybe what would follow would be to find somebody who really understands him, and, remembering the invitation, he thought that he maybe already found her.

______________

Translation notes:

¹ rocker meaning any rock and rock adjacent type of music fan, ranging anywhere from alt kids to metalheads. It's a semi pejorative term in the Romanian language, but one that was kind of reclaimed by the community, if only ironically.

² the Revolution against the communist regime took place on the 21st of December, 1989. The national holiday of Romania is on the 1st of December, referring to its Union (Wallachia, Moldavia and Transylvania) in 1918.

#fireworks in the fog #draft 1 #chapter 1

[itsjessicahomann]

Hey there, fellow art enthusiasts and creative souls! Today, I wanted to share a little personal journey that has taken me by surprise. You see, for as long as I can remember, I've always identified myself as a writer. Poetry has been my creative outlet, my way of expressing emotions and thoughts that can't be contained within mere words. But little did I know that there was a whole other artistic side of me waiting to be discovered.

It all started one day when I found myself intrigued by graphic design, and before I knew it I was creating everything and anything digitally. This ignited a spark within me, but differently this time. I suddenly had a burning desire to learn to draw...by the book - so I set out to purchase a ton of drawing books and this was just the beginning

So, armed with curiosity and a blank sheet of paper, I embarked on a journey into the realm of drawing. Now, let me tell you, I had never really drawn anything beyond simple doodles and fashion pieces. I couldn't even draw a stick figure without it resembling some abstract creation. But something urged me to give it a try.

Since that I did I was able to figure out what the issue was previously, I didn't try, and I didn't put in the effort nor did I have the spark of interest to light the fire that has since arose. I went on to everyone, I can't draw but I can write!

I picked up my pencil and began to sketch. Slowly, timidly, the lines took shape, forming the outline of a person. It was my first attempt at drawing a human figure, and let's just say it wasn't perfect. But you know what? That imperfection held a beauty of its own. As I continued to explore this newfound passion, I realized that art was not just about capturing a perfect likeness; it was about expressing oneself, just like writing. Each stroke became an extension of my emotions, a visual poetry of sorts.

Through practice and embracing mistakes, I realized my potential to create art.Now, as a writer and emerging artist, I stand at the tip toes of a thrilling artistic journey. Art knows no boundaries or limitations; it's a boundless realm where creativity flourishes.

In this new chapter, I'm excited to share my poetry and artwork—a fusion of words and visuals that reflect my unique expression. I am so excited for this adventure of self-discovery and artistic exploration. Let's celebrate growth, uncover hidden talents, and embrace the surprises art brings.

Keep creating, push your boundaries, and embark on new artistic journeys. Who knows what hidden potential lies within you?

Whats next: I downloaded Clip Studio Art because I obsessed with the digital world

This was my very first attempt as mentioned in the post, I love her #idc #sheissocute #emergingartist #roughdraft #followme

Stay Tuned Beautiful Bloggels 🛍️

itsjessicahomann

#artwork #art #draft 1 #drafts #scetch #my art #i love her #i love her sm #she cute #rough draft #cant wait to see it #digitally #follow #folllowme #emergingartist #watercolor #illustration

[worldsneverfilled]

Country: Garthspire; City: Lanew - The Legend of the Lan (WIP/Draft 1)

//I'll add more to the legend part later. That'll be about where they went. I'll do a separate post on the disease that's creating the desert.

"Lanew. They kept to themselves and hardly saw themselves as part of Garthspire; they remained isolated from the founding of the city until its demise.

Their once flourishing, beautiful city crumbled and shattered after their fall, brought on by their pride and unwillingness to interact with the rest of the world or accept help.......They were set in their ways, and when a plague hit them, carried by merchants from Carthin, they were unwilling to accept aid from the surrounding towns and cities. It ultimately killed most, if not all, of the population—those who may have survived disappeared without a trace. Many believe the survivors assimilated into the rest of society, some think they went underground, some believe they all died out, and the rest believe they left for the Mistlands. The rumors of their survival continue through......

......Regardless of what happened to them, the plague had lasting effects on the region. It killed everything in its path, creating the Lanew Desert. The "disease" is still spreading, and the desert is slowly growing.

The city itself was small but beautiful. Structured like elven cities, the......the Lan added their own flair with stained glass on every building. Rather than creeping vines of the earth, iron and silver bound the beautiful patterns together to create artful towers.......hanging gardens dotted the.......

It's unclear why the plague is killing all life in the region, but it didn't do the same everywhere else the disease touched. Scholars believe that it might be magical in nature, whether created through their arrogance or a different strain...."

#legend of lan #world building #mine #city: lanew #country: garthspire #writing #i was going for a book vibe but i can refine this later to get it right #draft 1 #wip

[the-land-of-eternal-winter-novel]

As I have mentioned many times both here and on main, I have already written and posted draft 1, and I am now working in some capacity on draft 2, which is going to contain smaller or greater changes.

Please refer to these links for future reference:

Description of the plot:

All LoeW art posted ever:

https://www.deviantart.com/tzarina-alexandra/gallery/71744393/the-land-of-eternal-winter-art

All draft 1 chapters:

https://www.deviantart.com/tzarina-alexandra/gallery/73346611/the-land-of-eternal-winter-draft-1-chapters

Main tumblr: @tzarina-alexandra

#the land of eternal winter #links #draft 1 #art #summary

[a-table-of-fics]

Oddworld: Conar’s Ambition, Chapter 13, Draft 1, Part 25

He just hoped he could hold his breath long enough for the chatter above to die down. But then, what would he do? As far as he knew, the Mudokons weren’t under the same kinds of rigorous patrol demands that Sligs had.

The water was clearing around him, and he heard a splash above. Something poked at his back. It didn’t feel much like skin; it was too smooth and glass-like. He risked a look, only to find the blurry visage of one of the guard Muds glaring at him, poking with his club. The pokes quickly turned to sharp jabs as the Mudokon’s face darkened.

Conar could have swum away. He could have regrouped, found the Slogs, or tried to find some nearby shelter to wait for Slim.

But he had had enough of that; he was a Slig of action. He reached up, scratching against the club before his claws finally found purchase. He tried to pull the weapon down, but that Mudokon was strong. Conar found himself struggling to keep his grip on both the club and the muddy stones that made the river’s wall. He could feel himself turn… whatever color Sligs were supposed to turn when running out of air.

He let himself get pulled up. He soared through the surface and into the air, his arm screaming as it was being pulled by centrifugal force, claw well-embedded into the anchor that was the club. He fell limply with a grunt of pain onto the ground, seeing upside-down spectators with their feet rooted on the ceiling.

Even if he had his legs or his Slog, he would be too exhausted to strike. What he wouldn’t have done for a nice, cool patch of concrete, one less foul-smelling than the rest, away from security Suppressors and his co-workers… alas, there was no such thing. Here, there was only cold stone barely covered with mud. He groaned.

#oddworld #oddworld fic #oddworld conar's ambition #draft 1 #chapter 13

[backburnerdio]

Camp Nano Final

50,116/20,000 Words 23/25 Patches Complete

Welp, there we are. Slowed way down there at the end, but tried to cram as much as I could yesterday. I wasn't able to meet my goal but I am proud of all I was able to get done. Really, all I have left is the resolution at the end.

What's funny is I was hoping to be completely done with this draft by May, but as I got closer to the end of April I was almost kinda... sad? Like the idea of being done with it made me sad. So, I may be lowkey glad I didn't finish (if that makes sense lol).

But we're almost there!

#wip: tb #camp nano 2022 #nano update #draft 1

[fandoms-spamdom]

ITS 1AM AND IM RUNNING OFF A BROWNIE AND MENTAL ILLNESS WHOOOOOO

#draft 1 #a classic #216

[kitty-wants-to-write]

Malcom sighed and did jazz hands, “War.”

#I’m gonna be honest I cackled when writing this #Malcom #excerpts #draft 1 #writeblr